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Connect with Early Riders // Connect with OnrampPresented collaboratively by Early Riders & Onramp Media…Final Settlement is a weekly podcast covering the underlying mechanics of the bitcoin protocol, its ongoing development and funding, and real-world applications of the technology.00:00 - Bitcoin Market Dynamics and Institutional Interest07:56 - Banking Partnerships and Crypto Services13:53 - Stablecoin Developments and Competition24:24 - Innovations in Financial Products and Bitcoin Economy28:27 - The Financialization of Bitcoin30:39 - Market Dynamics and Company Acquisitions32:44 - The Rise of Bitcoin Treasuries35:36 - The Evolution of Investment Strategies38:22 - Texas and the Shift Towards Hard Assets43:09 - The Future of Alternative Investments46:02 - The Changing Landscape of Crypto Funds51:16 - Big Week AheadIf you found this valuable, please subscribe to Early Riders Insights for access to the best content in the ecosystem weekly.Links discussed:https://x.com/MacroScope17/status/1949111802282864838https://x.com/coinbureau/status/1949350139576897580https://x.com/matthew_sigel/status/1949806670307102983https://www.theblock.co/post/351325/crypto-liquid-funds-down-bad-shifting-to-quality-tokenshttps://altgoesmainstream.substack.com/p/agm-alts-weekly-72725-alts-are-actually?utm_source=substack&publication_id=236897&post_id=169344488&utm_medium=email&utm_content=share&utm_campaign=email-share&triggerShare=true&isFreemail=true&r=fn53&triedRedirect=truehttps://www.dallasnews.com/business/2025/07/21/money-moves-why-texas-is-all-in-on-precious-metals-and-surging-bitcoin/https://x.com/real_vijay/status/1949713070789464212https://www.theblock.co/post/364402/paypal-unveils-payment-option-enabling-small-businesses-to-accept-over-100-cryptocurrencies-using-pyusd?utm_source=telegram1&utm_medium=socialhttps://x.com/DylanLeClair_/status/1948424150671855740https://www.aba.com/-/media/documents/letters-to-congress-and-regulators/jointltrtrustcharter20250717.pdf?rev=ce8489ef41574e91822393ad04c3cb62https://ca.finance.yahoo.com/news/jpmorgan-plans-launch-crypto-backed-045505486.html?utm_medium=email&_hsenc=p2ANqtz-8aez6hjaP09EKP4NFfC7TwWbJQpoErM-WV5hd7UQd4Xybr0twEH7uTxtFv0BjdDDFz14SuzZivWpDqbep_i4W6UxL3aHDarf2AVWgnTHgoub25MMo&_hsmi=2&utm_content=2&utm_source=hs_emailhttps://pnc.mediaroom.com/2025-07-22-PNC-Bank,-Coinbase-Announce-Strategic-Partnership-to-Advance-Digital-Asset-Solutions-and-Expand-Banking-Services?utm_medium=email&_hsenc=p2ANqtz-8YeeCLaQSpobqWg6Tm9YHFGKk-ocdmEcV-AmeeMptP6eMXryzd4_00tEceLd9LYa1EfRcGISNzFvXEr-Zl1383QQjn1ioRxRlANpooLpt5bTVkloE&_hsmi=2&utm_content=2&utm_source=hs_emailKeep up with Michael:https://x.com/MTangumahttps://www.linkedin.com/in/mtanguma/Keep up with Brian:https://x.com/BackslashBTChttps://www.linkedin.com/in/brian-cubellis-00b1a660/Keep up with Liam:https://x.com/Lnelson_21https://www.linkedin.com/in/liam-nelson1/

In this episode! The Economy: Trump Media Best On Bitcoin Options Trade Opens Quicker Path To Profits Trump Media & Technology Group Corp. devoted $300 million to an options acquisition strategy tied to Bitcoin-related securities. Nic Carter, a general partner at Castle Island Ventures, said President Donald Trump's financial ties to the crypto industry create potential conflicts of interest. Trump Media itself has amassed about $2 billion in Bitcoin and related assets, and crypto has bolstered Trump's fortune in the past year, adding at least $620 million to his wealth. This is a chance to change you and your families financial future. Don't sleep on Crypto! Article Link: https://www.bloomberg.com/news/articles/2025-07-25/trump-media-bets-on-bitcoin-options-in-push-for-crypto-profits?srnd=phx-crypto Today's Main Topic: Newsletter? I Barely Know Her! Businesses thrive with strong email newsletters and campaigns. I know, because I have one 7 figure company and 2 high 6 figure companies that thrive on email. I am working on ramping up newsletters for Age of Radio, and I want to share with you why you should too! I also share with you how I organize and utilize newsletters that I subscribe too! Enjoy! Join the Age of Radio Discord | ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://discord.gg/EeamD8WcjN⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Follow me on Goodpods ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://goodpods.app.link/usUyBZzhuNb⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Free Financial Consultation: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://forms.gle/B6nNZ2FbxbhESCHg9⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Red Wizard Gaming Society: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://discord.gg/9D43EszdUB⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠   DM if you are interested in Life Insurance! If you or someone you know has been struggling or in crisis please call or text 988 or chat ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠988lifeline.org⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠  

Israel Now Portrayed As Enemy Of Christians - PM Netanyahuhttps://osazuwaakonedo.news/israel-now-portrayed-as-enemy-of-christians-pm-netanyahu/28/07/2025/#Issues #Gaza #Iran #Israel #US ©July 28th, 2025 ®July 28, 2025 8:44 pm Barely ten days after Israeli soldiers bombed the Holy Family Catholic Church in Gaza, Benjamin Netanyahu, the state of Israel Prime Minister has said that Israel is now being portrayed as the enemy of Christians, stating that, Israel has a thriving Christian community, “the only thriving Christian community in the broad radius of the Middle East, where Christians are not “tolerated”, they're cherished”, adding, “You can light Christmas trees in Nazareth – but in Bethlehem, the birthplace of Jesus, when Israel left and the Palestinian Authority came in, the Christian majority shrank from 80% to under 20%, because there was no more Israel to protect them, though, Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu did not mention the bombing of the Catholic Church in Gaza that led to the killing of three persons and injuring to several people including the Parish Priest, it could be recalled that the Israel Defense Forces, IDF action against the Christian Holy place in Gaza sparked global condemnations, with the Head of the Catholic Church, Pope Leo XIV in a statement on Sunday July 20, 2025 while speaking after his Angelus prayer, read out the names of those killed in the incident and said; “I appeal to the international community to observe humanitarian law and respect the obligation to protect civilians as well as the prohibition of collective punishment, of indiscriminate use of force and forced displacement of the population”. #OsazuwaAkonedoThailand, Cambodia Denies Shelling In Lao As War Enters 4th Day NonStophttps://osazuwaakonedo.news/thailand-cambodia-denies-shelling-in-lao-as-war-enters-4th-day-nonstop/27/07/2025/#Issues #Thailand #Cambodia #EmeraldTriangle #Lao #Trump #US ©July 27th, 2025 ®July 27, 2025 12:57 pm Royal Thai Army and the Cambodia National Ministry of Defense have both denied firing the 10 projectiles that destroyed civilian houses and properties at Emerald Triangle, a city in Lao on Thursday, just as both government establishments confirmed early in the morning on Sunday that fighting continued through Saturday night to Sunday morning night despite President Donald Trump of the United States, US statement on Saturday that he has spoken on phone with both the Prime Minister of Cambodia and the acting Prime Minister of Thailand, asking the two parties to agree on immediate ceasefire and failure to do so, according to Trump, US will not make any business deal with both countries, in his words, Trump said; “We happen to be, by coincidence, currently dealing on Trade with both Countries, but do not want to make any Deal, with either Country, if they are fighting, and I have told them so, the call with Thailand is being made momentarily, the call with Cambodia has ended, but expect to call back regarding War stoppage and Ceasefire based on what Thailand has to say, I am trying to simplify a complex situation, many people are being killed in this War, but it's very much reminds me of the Conflict between Pakistan and India, which was brought to a successful halt.” #OsazuwaAkonedo30 Killed As Thailand, Cambodia Continues Heavy Military Campaignhttps://osazuwaakonedo.news/30-killed-as-thailand-cambodia-continues-heavy-military-campaign/27/07/2025/#Issues #Thailand #Asia #Cambodia ©July 27th, 2025 ®July 27, 2025 4:32 am Asia is apparently becoming a continent of war as hope of achieving peace in the continent appeared slim since 2023 when  fresh wars broke out in the Middle East Asia after Hamas attacked Israel, forcing Israel to launch a multi front wars in Gaza, Lebanon, Syria, Iran and Yemen, this occurred as Russia that has parts of its territory in Asia had in 2022 launched a full-scale war against its neighbouring European country, Ukraine which the multiple wars have led to millions of deaths, with many in the world expecting an end soon, but, while many in the world hoped for permanent end to the deadly wars, another fresh war broke out during the week on Thursday in the South East Asia between Cambodia and Thailand after soldiers from Royal Thai Army of 14th Infantry Battalion on Wednesday stepped on a landmine at Huai Bon, Chong An Ma, Nam Yuen District, Ubon Ratchathani Province, within the Thai-Cambodia border area causing severe injury to one Thailand soldier while four other soldiers sustained some level of injuries, making the acting Prime Minister of Thailand, Phumtham Wechayachai to recall the country's ambassador from Phnom Penh and expelled Cambodia's ambassador to Thailand, leading to heavy military confrontations starting next day morning, which, Cambodian News Agency on Saturday reported that tens of thousands of innocent Cambodians, including children, pregnant women, and the elderly have been forced to flee the military aggression along the border areas, including Preah Vihear, Oddar Meanchey, and Pursat, and the Royal Thai Army also on Saturday released a video of its men hoisting the Thai flag at a location and stated that the Thai national flag was raised atop Phu Makhuea, following Thai military operations to assault and seize the Phu Makhuea area, where it said the Cambodian forces had been heavily positioned, adding that the area was successfully captured during the evening of war on Friday, while the Prime Minister of Thailand, Paetongtarn Shinawatra who is currently on suspension blamed the cause of the war on alleged powerful criminals in Cambodia, saying, the conflict stems from the Thai government's efforts to crack down on call center crimes, dismantling a network of immense financial interests linked to influential groups in Cambodia, notwithstanding, the Prime Minister of Cambodia, Samdech Moha Borvor Thipadei Hun Manet in a statement called on Cambodians not to attack businesses and citizens of Thailand living in Cambodia, adding that, after the Prime Minister of Malaysia and the Rotating Chairman of ASEAN, Anwar Ibrahim intervened in the matter on Thursday, both countries agreed to a ceasefire slated to sart on Friday by 12:00am, but, an hour after Malaysia Prime Minister told him that Thailand has agreed to the ceasefire, Thailand rescinded its decision and continued military actions against Cambodia, and the Cambodia Ministry of National Defense Spokesperson, Lieutenant General Maly Socheata in an operational updates on Saturday, said that Thailand has continued to expand its military; including its infantry Forces, heavy weaponry into Cambodia territory.  #OsazuwaAkonedoBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/osazuwaakonedo--4980924/support.

Israel Now Portrayed As Enemy Of Christians - PM Netanyahuhttps://osazuwaakonedo.news/israel-now-portrayed-as-enemy-of-christians-pm-netanyahu/28/07/2025/#Issues #Gaza #Iran #Israel #US ©July 28th, 2025 ®July 28, 2025 8:44 pm Barely ten days after Israeli soldiers bombed the Holy Family Catholic Church in Gaza, Benjamin Netanyahu, the state of Israel Prime Minister has said that Israel is now being portrayed as the enemy of Christians, stating that, Israel has a thriving Christian community, “the only thriving Christian community in the broad radius of the Middle East, where Christians are not “tolerated”, they're cherished”, adding, “You can light Christmas trees in Nazareth – but in Bethlehem, the birthplace of Jesus, when Israel left and the Palestinian Authority came in, the Christian majority shrank from 80% to under 20%, because there was no more Israel to protect them, though, Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu did not mention the bombing of the Catholic Church in Gaza that led to the killing of three persons and injuring to several people including the Parish Priest, it could be recalled that the Israel Defense Forces, IDF action against the Christian Holy place in Gaza sparked global condemnations, with the Head of the Catholic Church, Pope Leo XIV in a statement on Sunday July 20, 2025 while speaking after his Angelus prayer, read out the names of those killed in the incident and said; “I appeal to the international community to observe humanitarian law and respect the obligation to protect civilians as well as the prohibition of collective punishment, of indiscriminate use of force and forced displacement of the population”. #OsazuwaAkonedoThailand, Cambodia Denies Shelling In Lao As War Enters 4th Day NonStophttps://osazuwaakonedo.news/thailand-cambodia-denies-shelling-in-lao-as-war-enters-4th-day-nonstop/27/07/2025/#Issues #Thailand #Cambodia #EmeraldTriangle #Lao #Trump #US ©July 27th, 2025 ®July 27, 2025 12:57 pm Royal Thai Army and the Cambodia National Ministry of Defense have both denied firing the 10 projectiles that destroyed civilian houses and properties at Emerald Triangle, a city in Lao on Thursday, just as both government establishments confirmed early in the morning on Sunday that fighting continued through Saturday night to Sunday morning night despite President Donald Trump of the United States, US statement on Saturday that he has spoken on phone with both the Prime Minister of Cambodia and the acting Prime Minister of Thailand, asking the two parties to agree on immediate ceasefire and failure to do so, according to Trump, US will not make any business deal with both countries, in his words, Trump said; “We happen to be, by coincidence, currently dealing on Trade with both Countries, but do not want to make any Deal, with either Country, if they are fighting, and I have told them so, the call with Thailand is being made momentarily, the call with Cambodia has ended, but expect to call back regarding War stoppage and Ceasefire based on what Thailand has to say, I am trying to simplify a complex situation, many people are being killed in this War, but it's very much reminds me of the Conflict between Pakistan and India, which was brought to a successful halt.” #OsazuwaAkonedo30 Killed As Thailand, Cambodia Continues Heavy Military Campaignhttps://osazuwaakonedo.news/30-killed-as-thailand-cambodia-continues-heavy-military-campaign/27/07/2025/#Issues #Thailand #Asia #Cambodia ©July 27th, 2025 ®July 27, 2025 4:32 am Asia is apparently becoming a continent of war as hope of achieving peace in the continent appeared slim since 2023 when  fresh wars broke out in the Middle East Asia after Hamas attacked Israel, forcing Israel to launch a multi front wars in Gaza, Lebanon, Syria, Iran and Yemen, this occurred as Russia that has parts of its territory in Asia had in 2022 launched a full-scale war against its neighbouring European country, Ukraine which the multiple wars have led to millions of deaths, with many in the world expecting an end soon, but, while many in the world hoped for permanent end to the deadly wars, another fresh war broke out during the week on Thursday in the South East Asia between Cambodia and Thailand after soldiers from Royal Thai Army of 14th Infantry Battalion on Wednesday stepped on a landmine at Huai Bon, Chong An Ma, Nam Yuen District, Ubon Ratchathani Province, within the Thai-Cambodia border area causing severe injury to one Thailand soldier while four other soldiers sustained some level of injuries, making the acting Prime Minister of Thailand, Phumtham Wechayachai to recall the country's ambassador from Phnom Penh and expelled Cambodia's ambassador to Thailand, leading to heavy military confrontations starting next day morning, which, Cambodian News Agency on Saturday reported that tens of thousands of innocent Cambodians, including children, pregnant women, and the elderly have been forced to flee the military aggression along the border areas, including Preah Vihear, Oddar Meanchey, and Pursat, and the Royal Thai Army also on Saturday released a video of its men hoisting the Thai flag at a location and stated that the Thai national flag was raised atop Phu Makhuea, following Thai military operations to assault and seize the Phu Makhuea area, where it said the Cambodian forces had been heavily positioned, adding that the area was successfully captured during the evening of war on Friday, while the Prime Minister of Thailand, Paetongtarn Shinawatra who is currently on suspension blamed the cause of the war on alleged powerful criminals in Cambodia, saying, the conflict stems from the Thai government's efforts to crack down on call center crimes, dismantling a network of immense financial interests linked to influential groups in Cambodia, notwithstanding, the Prime Minister of Cambodia, Samdech Moha Borvor Thipadei Hun Manet in a statement called on Cambodians not to attack businesses and citizens of Thailand living in Cambodia, adding that, after the Prime Minister of Malaysia and the Rotating Chairman of ASEAN, Anwar Ibrahim intervened in the matter on Thursday, both countries agreed to a ceasefire slated to sart on Friday by 12:00am, but, an hour after Malaysia Prime Minister told him that Thailand has agreed to the ceasefire, Thailand rescinded its decision and continued military actions against Cambodia, and the Cambodia Ministry of National Defense Spokesperson, Lieutenant General Maly Socheata in an operational updates on Saturday, said that Thailand has continued to expand its military; including its infantry Forces, heavy weaponry into Cambodia territory.  #OsazuwaAkonedoBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/osazuwaakonedo--4980924/support.

Israel Now Portrayed As Enemy Of Christians - PM Netanyahuhttps://osazuwaakonedo.news/israel-now-portrayed-as-enemy-of-christians-pm-netanyahu/28/07/2025/#Issues #Gaza #Iran #Israel #US ©July 28th, 2025 ®July 28, 2025 8:44 pm Barely ten days after Israeli soldiers bombed the Holy Family Catholic Church in Gaza, Benjamin Netanyahu, the state of Israel Prime Minister has said that Israel is now being portrayed as the enemy of Christians, stating that, Israel has a thriving Christian community, “the only thriving Christian community in the broad radius of the Middle East, where Christians are not “tolerated”, they're cherished”, adding, “You can light Christmas trees in Nazareth – but in Bethlehem, the birthplace of Jesus, when Israel left and the Palestinian Authority came in, the Christian majority shrank from 80% to under 20%, because there was no more Israel to protect them, though, Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu did not mention the bombing of the Catholic Church in Gaza that led to the killing of three persons and injuring to several people including the Parish Priest, it could be recalled that the Israel Defense Forces, IDF action against the Christian Holy place in Gaza sparked global condemnations, with the Head of the Catholic Church, Pope Leo XIV in a statement on Sunday July 20, 2025 while speaking after his Angelus prayer, read out the names of those killed in the incident and said; “I appeal to the international community to observe humanitarian law and respect the obligation to protect civilians as well as the prohibition of collective punishment, of indiscriminate use of force and forced displacement of the population”. #OsazuwaAkonedoBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/osazuwaakonedo--4980924/support.

Doug and his Dad talk about their thoughts on both Cyberpunk 2077 and its expansion Phantom Liberty. After several hundred hours what can you say about these giant games?Support us on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/WorkforceGaming

GB2RS News Sunday the 27th of July The news headlines: RSGB confirms more speakers for its Convention in October Get involved with the RSGB LoRa high-altitude balloon challenge The RSGB releases a high-contrast logbook to improve accessibility  The RSGB has shared details of more presentations that you can enjoy at its Convention in October. If you'd like to broaden your technical knowledge, you'll enjoy presentations by Bob Burns, G3OUU, on ‘Getting the most from an oscilloscope' and ‘Ladder crystal filter design'. As part of the Society's focus on supporting modern amateur radio operating practices, Paul Galwas, M0WLG, will be discussing ‘Can we ‘DX' over an IoT mesh?'. The comprehensive programme of speakers also includes Dr Marcus Walden, G0IJZ, who will explain the numerical modelling of the historical Grimeton VLF antenna, and Paul Beaumont, G7VAK, who will take ‘A brief look at Number Stations: 1950 to the present'. With even more captivating and thought-provoking speakers already confirmed, you'll need to purchase a ticket to guarantee attendance. Buy your tickets before Monday, the 11th of August, to ensure you receive early-bird ticket pricing. Tickets are available to purchase via rsgb.org/convention National Coding Week takes place in the third week of September, and the RSGB is once again dedicating a whole month to amateur radio and coding activities. As part of the Society's strategy to encourage practical skills development, it is inviting you to take part in its LoRa high-altitude balloon challenge. The project has been developed by the RSGB Outreach team and takes place on Saturday, the 20th of September. The balloon will be equipped with a LoRa digipeater, and your challenge is to follow the instructions provided and build a LoRa tracker. If your tracker build is successful, it will beam up packets to the airborne relay, which will transmit them to a local i-gate. Your goal is to get your signal the furthest distance from the launch. Anyone can enter, but to win one of the prizes, you need to be an RSGB member. Get involved as a single operator or as a team in your RSGB-affiliated club. The RSGB is delighted that Moonraker is sponsoring this event and will award a £200 Moonraker voucher to the winner of each category. Find out how to get involved with this exciting LoRa event by going to rsgb.org/lora-balloon The RSGB is proud to announce the release of a new high-contrast logbook designed to support amateur radio operators with visual impairments or learning difficulties. Responding to feedback from members and accessibility advocates, the RSGB developed the logbook with wider spacing and a high-contrast black-and-yellow design to improve ease of use. This release reflects the RSGB's wider commitment to improving accessibility across all areas of the Society and amateur radio as a whole. The organisation continues to explore ways to make the hobby more inclusive and user-friendly for all participants. This version will be available through Amazon and is expected to be a useful addition for both seasoned operators and newcomers looking for a more accessible logging option. As part of its long-term vision, the RSGB is looking to recruit a dedicated team to assess and enhance accessibility throughout the Society and help shape a more inclusive future for amateur radio. If you're interested in contributing to this important initiative, please email RSGB Board Director Nathan Nuttall, 2M0OCC, via 2m0occ@rsgb.org.uk Since the launch of its DMR project in May, the RSGB Outreach team is delighted that four schools and one homeschool have signed up. The project aims to help young people get on the air and build their confidence in making QSOs. Each of the successful applicants will be loaned a TYT DMR handheld radio and a Pi-Star-based hotspot. The RSGB Youth Chair and Youth Champion for Schools, Chris Aitken, MM0WIC, is supporting two new school amateur radio clubs that have chosen this as an entry-level activity for their club members. DMR is particularly useful in a school club scenario where antenna placement is a challenge and can be easily deployed, giving young people access to the world. During the summer holidays, the DMR handsets will be used at the West Sussex International Jamboree with Regional Representative 10, Simon Harris, G4WQG, attending the event and Wick High School Radio Club member Jacob, MM7IFL, supporting remotely via DMR. Listen out for further updates after the summer when the RSGB plans to get a youth net operational on Brandmeister Talk Group 23554. The net aims to encourage young operators to get on the air and become comfortable with QSO structure and general rag-chewing. If you want to start a school club or are interested in being part of the DMR project, email Chris via youthchampion.school@rsgb.org.uk The prospect of a USA constellation of 240 commercial satellites that would use 430 to 440MHz for wideband control and telemetry has prompted an unprecedented response from the amateur radio community to a Federal Communications Commission, or FCC, consultation. FCC Proceeding 25-201 would see AST SpaceMobile utilise much of 430 to 440MHz for downlinks, as well as a series of ground stations around the world. The RSGB and several other IARU member societies, along with the ARRL and over 2,000 individuals, have submitted comments to this consultation. The IARU itself has also issued a statement on the matter. Links for this, including the RSGB response, can be found on the RSGB website. Go to rsgb.org/spectrumforum and then choose the ‘Papers and consultations' option in the right-hand menu. Following the main submission deadline of the 21st of July, the FCC process has further phases to go through. Amateur radio operators are invited to take part in a special operating event in August, celebrating the rich history of the UK's wartime and Cold War airfield bunkers. AFB25 – that's Airfield Bunkers 2025 – is a nationwide activity taking place from Friday the 1st to Sunday the 31st of August. Organised by UK Bunkers on the Air, or UKBOTA, the event encourages amateurs to activate historic airfield sites with known bunker installations. All bands and modes are welcome. Special recognition awards will be given for activators, hunters and shortwave listeners' efforts. To learn more, including how to participate and which locations qualify, visit tinyurl.com/AFB-2025  And now for details of rallies and events Wiltshire Radio Rally is taking place today, Sunday the 27th, at Kington Langley Village Hall, Church Road, Kington Langley, SN15 5NJ. The doors open for traders at 7 am and 9 am for visitors. Refreshments are available on site. You can find out more by visiting chippenhamradio.club Part 1 of the BATC Convention for Amateur TV 2025 is taking place on Sunday, the 3rd of August at Midland Air Museum in Coventry. The doors will be open from 10 am to 4 pm. The Convention will include show and tell, test and fix-it, and bring and buy. Also, on Sunday, the 3rd of August, King's Lynn Amateur Radio Club Rally is taking place at Gaywood Community Centre, PE30 4EL. The doors will open at 9 am and the entrance fee will be £2.50. An outdoor trader's stall costs £8, and an indoor one is £10. To book, email rally.klarc@gmail.com or call 07709 074 951. Now the Special Event news Special callsign 5P0TA will operate from Bornholm Island, EU-030, from the 31st of July to the 3rd of August in connection with this year's European Ham Radio Show meet-up event. Both presenters and viewers of The European Ham Radio Show on YouTube will gather with the goal of activating all of the POTA parks on Bornholm Island within four days. Both 5P0TA and the participants' own call signs will be used. They are aiming to use as many modes and bands as conditions allow. Attending from the UK are Charlotte, 2M0LVY and Steve, M1SDH. If you hear them on the air, give them a call! Throughout 2025, José, HP2AT, is using the special callsign H82AT to celebrate his 35th anniversary in amateur radio. Recently, the station has been spotted on the HF bands using CW, FT4 and FT8. All QSOs will be uploaded to QRZ.com, Club Log, eQSL and Logbook of the World. Paper cards will not be available. Now the DX news Today, the 27th, is your last chance to catch the IP1X team, which is active from Gallinara Island, EU-083. The team is using CW and SSB on the 80 to 10m bands. QSL via OQRS, via the Bureau or directly to IU1JCZ. More information is available at QRZ.com Red, DL1BUG is active as TY5FR from Cotonou, Benin, in West Africa until the 6th of August. He is operating using CW and SSB on the 80 to 10m bands. QSL via Club Log's OQRS, Logbook of the World or via Red's home call. Now the contest news Today, the 27th, the UK Microwave Group 5.7 and 10GHz Contest runs from 0600 to 1800UTC. Using all modes on 5.7 and 10GHz frequencies, the exchange is signal report, serial number and locator. The RSGB IOTA Contest started at 1200UTC on Saturday, the 26th and ends at 1200UTC today, Sunday, the 27th of July. Using CW and SSB on the 80 to 10m bands, where contests are permitted, the exchange is signal report, serial number and IOTA reference. On Monday, the 28th, the RSGB FT4 Series Contest runs from 1900 to 2100UTC. Using FT4 on the 80 to 10m bands, where contests are permitted, the exchange is your report. On Saturday, the 2nd of August, the EU HF Championship runs from 1200 to 2359UTC. Using CW and SSB on the 80 to 10m bands, where contests are permitted, the exchange is signal report, serial number, locator and the last two digits of the year you were first licensed. Also on Saturday, the 2nd of August, the RSGB 4th 144MHz Backpackers Contest runs from 1400 to 1800UTC. Using all modes on the 2m band, the exchange is signal report, serial number, locator and two-letter postcode. On Saturday, the 2nd, the 144MHz Low Power Contest runs from 1400 to 1800UTC. Using all modes on the 2m band, the exchange is signal report, serial number and locator. On Sunday, the 3rd, the 432MHz Low Power Contest runs from 0800 to 1200UTC. Using all modes on the 70cm band, the exchange is signal report, serial number, locator and two-letter postcode. The UK Six Metre Group Summer Marathon started on Saturday, the 3rd of May and ends on Sunday, the 3rd of August. Using all modes on the 6m band, the exchange is your four-character locator. Now the radio propagation report, compiled by G0KYA, G3YLA and G4BAO on Thursday the 24th of July It was a bit of a mixed bag last week. The first half saw settled geomagnetic conditions, but from the 22nd of July, we had a disturbance thanks to output from a solar coronal hole. This saw the Kp index rise to 4.67 and ultimately 5. The stream from the Sun reached around 730 kilometres per second, while the Bz component of the interplanetary magnetic field, or IMF, was mostly neutral with a few brief periods when it pointed slightly south. So, its effects were perhaps not as bad as they could have been. The coronal hole has now rotated out of view, so we may have some better days. Meanwhile, the solar flux index has been in the range of 140 to 150, which is pretty good. There were no M-class or higher solar flares over the past week, which is unusual. So overall, HF propagation was humming, at least until the Kp index hit 5. Maximum useable frequencies, or MUFs, over a 3,000km path during daylight continue to be around 21MHz, but often dip to 18MHz at times. Nighttime conditions can be variable. If the 14MHz band isn't open for you, try 10MHz. Earlier in the week, some daytime tests with WSPR on the 20m band saw stations logged from Australia and the far west of Canada. DP0POL, the Polarstern research vessel doing work in the Artic, was also logged. Next week, NOAA predicts that the solar flux index may decline slightly to be in the range of 130 to 135. Geomagnetic conditions are predicted to be settled until the 1st of August, when the Kp index could rise to 4. This period of unsettled conditions, with reduced MUFs, could last until the 4th of August. And now the VHF and up propagation news from G3YLA and G4BAO We will see the return of a weak ridge of high pressure today. This will last until the middle of the coming week. The second half of the week will be a little more unsettled with some occasional spells of rain. This suggests that some Tropo is possible, before a gradual swap over to rain scatter. However, high pressure near the Azores may still influence the western side of Britain. This week will see the peak of two meteor showers, the Alpha Capricornids and Delta Aquariids. These are worth checking out, if only to get your practice time in before one of the major showers of the year – the Perseids on the 12th and 13th of August. Barely a day passes without some auroral alert, and this can be an exciting mode. Several good indicators are available, such as when the Kp index is above 5, or watery-sounding signals on the 40 and 20m bands. If you hear these, try looking north on the 6, 4 or 2m bands. Sporadic-E continues to be mentioned on the clusters somewhere in Europe on most days. But remember that it's a very localised mode and is rarely available for everyone at the same time. The best way to track it down is to use the clusters and a good list of beacons, to see who your ‘locals' are working on FT8. It's a very hit-and-miss mode. Meteor activity is a good indicator, whereas a high Kp index is a bad one. Whether it happens is often a balance between many opposing components. So, even a potentially good day may not be good where you are. The good news is that the last openings of the summer can occur into the first week of September. Moon declination is still positive but going negative again on Tuesday, the 29th. Moon windows and peak elevation will reduce. Path losses are rising now as we are past perigee. 144MHz sky noise starts the coming week low but will rise to moderate by the weekend. And that's all from the propagation team this week.

Rover slept all day long. JLR is bandaged up. Why doesn't Krystle's daughter live with her? Did Jeffrey ask his son any questions about his trip? Doctors in Colorado were playing musical bingo during a routine surgery which led to a man's death. Hierarchy in the medical field. Rover does not like Uber's latest feature that allows a woman to select what gender driver they want to pick them up. Southpark dropped a new episode. Krystle was pulled over in a negligee. Charlie would play strip padiddle. Texas father, Derek Huffman who moved to Russia with his family, has been sent to the frontlines of the war with Ukraine. Duji was ignoring text messages from her bank.

Rover slept all day long. JLR is bandaged up. Why doesn't Krystle's daughter live with her? Did Jeffrey ask his son any questions about his trip? Doctors in Colorado were playing musical bingo during a routine surgery which led to a man's death. Hierarchy in the medical field. Rover does not like Uber's latest feature that allows a woman to select what gender driver they want to pick them up. Southpark dropped a new episode. Krystle was pulled over in a negligee. Charlie would play strip padiddle. Texas father, Derek Huffman who moved to Russia with his family, has been sent to the frontlines of the war with Ukraine. Duji was ignoring text messages from her bank.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

SHOW OPEN. Keith reacts to the Yankees breaking a 5-game losing streak to Toronto and while it was a much needed victory, it wasn't a pretty one. SHOW OPEN.

Isn't it strange that I can write something, and not remember what I wrote the next day? I remember that I wrote it, and writing it, but not the words, really, or the structure. They make pictures in the documents, shapes that they themselves as things make imprints as etching but have never been seen, by anyone else but me, at least—and whoever is phishing in my documents. That's the dangerous part. I do remember Jimmy Fallon, or just glimpse of it—that's the other dangerous part. What exactly have I become apart of? Why is this character hounding in the back of my mind? And what is relentlessly bc aching for truth and still clinging to the secrecy I left him alone, but the thing kept returning. Like that little yellow breasted bird who kept coming to visit me; he adored himself so looking in the water pipe like it was a mirror— what a paradox No hot water heaters, but also, No tent cities. Then, I wasn't exactly an expatriate, or enemy to the patriarch. I liked men in charge, so long as they were the right kind of man. But what is the right kind of man? These versus were written in cadences that seemed like gibberish at the time, but two days later reading back, did seem to make sense… but for what? It was almost peaceful in the apartment now that I seemed to be on the way out. “You were warned in the drama club,” The words rang in my mind but I had no idea whether they were just words to another song or some sort of string of things— these telemetrical tests to see if I could hear these things being stated over and over to me as if they were drills rather than things I was thinking. Apparently I'd been betrayed but what was new? My entire being in existence had been strings of betrayals and so these words, though unkind, could have meant anything. Fear, usually, was the biggest weapon against any mind endangered, but I wasn't in fear of anything besides never seeing my son again— this was likely either way in that certainly in at least one way, I had been betrayed. Perhaps I was expected to act like a man, and that I wouldn't miss or always feel attached to my baby; but I wasn't a man, or a dog. In fact, I was a woman, and now so much aging that these things could be used against me. I wasn't guilty, because I wasn't not-trying. But these things were speaking volumes in what has been done to me and against me, and rather than to be the victim here, I altered my thoughts into those of a understanding never-martyr, because in fact my death would be kept secret; hidden, even. I had been isolated from everyone and everything, and this was the agenda my purpose suited— perhaps a growing mental health crisis, though unobjectifiable I had been targeted— these things were made to hurt me, or make me believe I was becoming famous, but were never of any meaning, and indeed though I had written these things, Any illusion of safety had been manufactured. There was none; I was not safe here— or anywhere in the United States anymore. Once I'd returned from Mexico, I had been recaptured, and closely studied, and controlled, and manipulated into doing and acting on behalf of my kind, which was being made to be the enemy. What it had to do with any public figure wasn't entirely beyond me; in many ways, maybe, this figure was and could either be, both the Rock and Thr Kite— or the wind, or water, or earth itself; and perhaps since my death had marked the start of our awareness to any thing…it hadn't been entirely unnoticed that this overriding factor was that it was the same sort of cycle from one, repeated four times, and then eventually stopped. In the unbalanced nature of my own time seeming to be shrinking, the more I realized that people to me were unkind, and distant. It wasn't a swperate person or personality that had written these things; but a side of me that needed to be sleeping when these energies seemed to be surrounding me; and again this cruelty as peaking into an unbearable circumstance of needing to escape, and because I hadn't the financial means— seeking means to an end. This brutality on the inside of my mind revealing itself to be the need for peace was overwhelming anything— the need for fame, connecting, recognition… the reality of it was, the illusion of safety was shrinking; I didn't have anybody or anything, the the words themselves were only being seen by those unseen. I could have been portraying these deeply prolific things into the very hearts and minds of the enemy that was vilifying and demonizing me; keeping me out of a job and away from my son as a way to justify these dehumanizing and humiliating realities— the things that could make me appear crazy if need be. But the truth was, I was sort of just timekeeping… not writing because I wanted to, or needed to— but because in the same way, it kept happening. {Enter The Multiverse} On our planet, turkey is a fruit. No way! Yes. We call them— Poul-trees. —gross! Ahaha. L E G E N D S I was told that some have souls And some do not, less fortunate But though on high, and not our kind Some seek to know that is which not The Rock And The Kite IX “No kings!” Cries he who is not crowned King, Though as he sits below, this shrieking— The King sits silently, knowing And keeping, Thinking and rarely is he even speaking; The King has been Kinged for the Kingdom he's keeping. Lol did you realize the capitalization in the K's though? It could be interpreted any of either way. The poem itself is in the hypocrisy of non movement of the people from the very institutions it detests, In that— In docile inaction, he who protests such things must, by direct action also seek to change the barriers of the institution in which it is formed, which starts at the foundation in one themselves— Not simply idealizing a movement, but becoming its motion. It furthermore alludes to the notion that, the King has become King not simply my lineage but simply acting in opposite regards to the common man. It insinuates overall, that he who regards himself as a king is also himself a king. [The Festival Project ™] They say “On Tuesday, you die.” To me this is cruel and unusual punishment To I it is sweet relief, and a good time If I indeed prepare to end my life Due to need and indeed, Strife and poverty, so please Remember me to think twice When you greed and heavily Impede in this— peace That's why you need a scribe. Do not describe me as decent, I recently resent my decent Into these regions from these Kingdoms Which present me with Grief Regis, meet Kelly Egregious? perhaps, actually That and then astonishing To ponder on such a moment, Structured in the ruptured structure Of my DEADMAU5 powers down immidiately upon playing his first song. Oh no. Again! Here we go. Puncture. [wound] (Remember? I was corrupted.) I've been building a resume I was real in my healing She'll need Jesus And he'll need buildings Real estate? You can relate? Displays of affection. It's too late now to deficit Your attention. It's too late now To recommend your reflection It's too late now To make a mess in the kitchen It's too late now, It's sediment in a mention. Who did how what when where why? I idolize my Christ conscious, This is him. Well well. We meet again. {Enter The Multiverse} All my references are irrelevant and furnished even Not a trace of a friend or relative that could manage, even. My balances are invalid, In the red and negative, My management and dispatch, however— “Oh that's cute.” Microaggression. The deep affiliation of No— not this again JIMINY CRICKET JAHOVAS WITNESS DEADPAN COMEDIANS— L E G E N D S. … Jesus, anybody but— {Enter The Multiverse} …is it me? LIZ LEMON has not had the best day. AH NERDS. It began with finding out she is indeed just a fictional character; I'm a what. This was confirmed by her review of all seven seasons of the hit series 30 Rock. I don't understand. Suddenly, as the tapes were concluded, she was handed a mysterious yellow envelope which apparently contained the complex codes needed to return things back to “as normal as possible”— however.. A MAN snatches the envelope out of LIZ LEMON'S HANDS, leaving her stranded in a seemingly off parallel universe where— Oh hey, Tina. Everyone keeps calling her “Tina” and she doesn't know why. -_- I have no new muse. To some, this may confuse— But I need no more blues; This jazz was all a ruse. Really? This is awful. I'm missing all my cues, The game I cannot lose, The life I did not choose Begins to light a fuse I am a ticking time bomb A loose cannon A straight asshole, And complete troll, If I told you I owed you a lesson Would you roll over in this pine box? I miss mine craft and my socks My office, my rock and Last off, I miss my boss. What'd you do to Lorne Michaels? You look confused! He's acting strange! That is not my fault! He was always strange. Huh? Think about it. MEANWHILE… She's been leaking pieces of the script online and it must be stopped! Ooh, whose this blue suit? Some hot blonde. They're all wearing blue suits.., Just as likely. Hey! Hey! Who let you out of the TV? What?! This is not my purple. Oh, aw shit, What did you say? This is not my purpose! Oh no. Oh no. Oh yeah. Full meltdown mode on the TV screen And it just kicked in that the mistress is infact invisible and just lives in his head, this deadpan actress bombshell, clever Pleasurer has all just been … A TEST ! Gazuntite.. Am I on in another room or something? What?! I can always feel it. It just sets in, It's just the fame, Release the rest— And the language can make sense; It's been a sacred acre, and I guessed This measurement of time They hate you. I bet, dude. No, I'm serious— it has to end. Oh well. So I ran from hell at high speed, Fell to my death by a rope at the neck With a hope it would all just stop If I drop to the bottom with a shot Of adrenaline and I just don't come up Out the water I T I S Just not like it was And I've never had love come back Once it's gone This is all just stuff But my heart's sure to pop If I don't get done With the bottom floorness. I need four heads for all my knowledge. I need a whole box of cops for all these problems And probably a constable I'd be unstoppable if I could just nod for once And smile, Like I don't have thoughts, For once. Now that's a dunce. (What you are.) I'm hoping with these supplements I can run again (They were 20 bucks!) And hoping if it's love enough He gets complements but not all of them. I hope if I keep my walls up I could just stall the “Halt who goes there?” Don't get locked out! Don't get homeless! Don't get knocked up! Don't get bone out wings! —You don't know if they're all bird. Where's your album? Fine, I'm done. If I pitty pat And fiddle faddle With Jimmy Fallon Then is this a riddle or a puzzle? He'll resent the ridicule but surely he'll accept the saddle. (That is a sad clown.) Really, she'll present the message, Recalling and still spilling all the gruesome gore and images just from before, The horror core of all the assimilated messages, The missed inboxes, the just-kept hostages, The ten tails, is it—? It gets welled in, wellness When there's hell to pay, Water turns into Welch's. Is this indirectly feeding my somewhat obsession? Perhaps; but under the umbrella of “one night only” I must indulge my exorcisms with admittance that I just trust the adjustment for a month's budget of exercise, And hold the fries, I see my eyes wandering— Oh look, it's these guys. FREDDIE so wait. THE ACTORS lie down against the cold black floor of the black box theatre. Though the floor has been freshly painted, it also wreaks of dusty velvet curtains and a hint of stale cigarette smoke, which no one seems to know from where this is emanating from. Visualization exercises are key. However, here, the actors appear to be conversating with one another Yo I for real just didn't want to pay the price increase. These bastards. Well played, NBC. And let's just be correct about this, I need something to watch on the Peloton. I'm sure the ads will no less than come after me. Indeed, my fragile mind has been altered, living in between the streams to a TV reality. Yo apparently there's an “NBC writers program” —Completely missed it. Facts are, I'm still under par, and still under Paar, however… Okay, I'm paying for it, this had better be— —they're baiting me. For what. This is so unconscious. Liz Lemon on the treadmill So what, I eat pop tarts Instead of 3, I eat ten meals It's real. I told you you're in a cult! Which one? What? IX I have several acts, And these distractions weren't as impulsive As well thought out— Pull the plug, Carson! Pull the rug out from under the cat, And the watch her react This is just one person. It is pertinent, the clause and causability, The instigations, the Investigation, The investments, the integration of the information So much for insomniac I close my eye every time I run a mile You know I can't help but hide When I'm told in my own mind That today, I'm likely to die So I spent all night Crying for viable options ICONS This is not left over, You were just scrumptious, dumpling. Oh there's Nigel Thornberry And Joy Behar, Listen now or hold your forever But pray hard, Cause that's what makes today hard I okayThe Today Show And may Harvard, but stray far from the Ark If the Mayflower is trademarked, Okay, embark on a grey streak, A slave heart, a wave heat, grave deep In a cave park, But they weep and may keep secrets if they seek Weekenders and they leak benders which may think in that he sleeps with her! —but they thought wrong! I'm not on drugs or having it rough as an alcoholic, If anything I'm demolishing the impossible when I bought the peacock, acknowledging to all of them the terms and agreement, from which I see agrees for them to be egregious And with rights to detail or even possibly derail These emails into retail; So it could be Hell… I really need help. I need background noise For my annoyances— More people for the Peloton and No more clairvoyances, I'm prone to losing homes and power to appliances I rely on false alliances To try to make my mind a bit Better, but got behind a bit… Horse chasing in Manhattan I can keep up with a horse drawn carriage But only stopped to catch it, Then, really I've been I memories and giving it the method Holy fuck I've never been this depressed From just checking my messages I regret all these inspections It just diminished my respect for them—- Impending doom for the impendium I'm getting up the strength to ride the Peloton But mulling over everything I didn't want This beat is probably hot as balls… Yo whatever happened to Lin's friend Who used to beatbox with him? Long before he entered into Television or with Disney Pixar, It was way too far back in my memory, and then with this; I think Maybe I'm more like him, And nobody will even remember me! —well, I remember, but barely. Barely is good enough! Here's my weakness: Where's my Tony? All I know is, The bizarre ride Was a rollercoaster I once rode in a hard dream And I wrote in a notebook Colored just like a sports car You know that I love a corvette But probably need a corset Just to fit in your car! Can you sell me a dream and a nightmare at the same time; It was just custard colored the corvette, or the sound of a songbird, almost purchased my worth to the tune Of a little bird, canary, And with every word it's getting scarier To reverb and reverse not such a curse, But was a very sequenced strategy to unrehearsed Reality and as it may, just a game And nothing short of fame, however Breaking me Goddammit what was his name? I'm gonna be upset if I have to look it up. Well, are you satisfied? Not even relatively, Mr. President This resident is half my age and every page I turn is just— Irrelevant. Ugh. The best $7.99 I ever spent Back to the lonely island Oh yeah. That's what I was writing. BILL lies on his back eyes wide open with hand over his chest; something isn't right. Still, here, in the crisp cool of the black box theatre floor, it almost seems that for now— BILL HADER You forgot I was here. The demographics are telling; The stocks are selling The tik tocks are dwelling in your mind As the white collar crimes And the rhymes you're forgetting— Or lines you're spitting It's a self fulfilling prophecy. He's a ghost, he's the reaper He's the time, he's the Keeper; He's the push, he's the teacher The present and the preacher That's why I shouldnt be here You cannot live for free here! So what do I owe you? How do I know you? Wrote you a letter Wanted to blow you Should I just throw you overboard Or write another book Here's a proof of purchase I hope it's worth it If you're homeless I resoned this whole orchard I am prone to no hurt, But you know, it does show I could go gold If just left alone For more then a moment They hate you, Say you're a disaster. Operate under the radar And pay her under the table Hoping you hate hard {Enter The Multiverse} STEFON It's that thing where you don't smoke any cigarettes at all, and then you smoke two packs immediately to reverse jumpstart your nicotine tolerance–? Does that work. I don't know. But yea. Copyright The Collective Complex © [The Festival Project, Inc. ™] © 2025 All Rights Reserved -Ū. 'No Monetary Gain'

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Isn't it strange that I can write something, and not remember what I wrote the next day? I remember that I wrote it, and writing it, but not the words, really, or the structure. They make pictures in the documents, shapes that they themselves as things make imprints as etching but have never been seen, by anyone else but me, at least—and whoever is phishing in my documents. That's the dangerous part. I do remember Jimmy Fallon, or just glimpse of it—that's the other dangerous part. What exactly have I become apart of? Why is this character hounding in the back of my mind? And what is relentlessly bc aching for truth and still clinging to the secrecy I left him alone, but the thing kept returning. Like that little yellow breasted bird who kept coming to visit me; he adored himself so looking in the water pipe like it was a mirror— what a paradox No hot water heaters, but also, No tent cities. Then, I wasn't exactly an expatriate, or enemy to the patriarch. I liked men in charge, so long as they were the right kind of man. But what is the right kind of man? These versus were written in cadences that seemed like gibberish at the time, but two days later reading back, did seem to make sense… but for what? It was almost peaceful in the apartment now that I seemed to be on the way out. “You were warned in the drama club,” The words rang in my mind but I had no idea whether they were just words to another song or some sort of string of things— these telemetrical tests to see if I could hear these things being stated over and over to me as if they were drills rather than things I was thinking. Apparently I'd been betrayed but what was new? My entire being in existence had been strings of betrayals and so these words, though unkind, could have meant anything. Fear, usually, was the biggest weapon against any mind endangered, but I wasn't in fear of anything besides never seeing my son again— this was likely either way in that certainly in at least one way, I had been betrayed. Perhaps I was expected to act like a man, and that I wouldn't miss or always feel attached to my baby; but I wasn't a man, or a dog. In fact, I was a woman, and now so much aging that these things could be used against me. I wasn't guilty, because I wasn't not-trying. But these things were speaking volumes in what has been done to me and against me, and rather than to be the victim here, I altered my thoughts into those of a understanding never-martyr, because in fact my death would be kept secret; hidden, even. I had been isolated from everyone and everything, and this was the agenda my purpose suited— perhaps a growing mental health crisis, though unobjectifiable I had been targeted— these things were made to hurt me, or make me believe I was becoming famous, but were never of any meaning, and indeed though I had written these things, Any illusion of safety had been manufactured. There was none; I was not safe here— or anywhere in the United States anymore. Once I'd returned from Mexico, I had been recaptured, and closely studied, and controlled, and manipulated into doing and acting on behalf of my kind, which was being made to be the enemy. What it had to do with any public figure wasn't entirely beyond me; in many ways, maybe, this figure was and could either be, both the Rock and Thr Kite— or the wind, or water, or earth itself; and perhaps since my death had marked the start of our awareness to any thing…it hadn't been entirely unnoticed that this overriding factor was that it was the same sort of cycle from one, repeated four times, and then eventually stopped. In the unbalanced nature of my own time seeming to be shrinking, the more I realized that people to me were unkind, and distant. It wasn't a swperate person or personality that had written these things; but a side of me that needed to be sleeping when these energies seemed to be surrounding me; and again this cruelty as peaking into an unbearable circumstance of needing to escape, and because I hadn't the financial means— seeking means to an end. This brutality on the inside of my mind revealing itself to be the need for peace was overwhelming anything— the need for fame, connecting, recognition… the reality of it was, the illusion of safety was shrinking; I didn't have anybody or anything, the the words themselves were only being seen by those unseen. I could have been portraying these deeply prolific things into the very hearts and minds of the enemy that was vilifying and demonizing me; keeping me out of a job and away from my son as a way to justify these dehumanizing and humiliating realities— the things that could make me appear crazy if need be. But the truth was, I was sort of just timekeeping… not writing because I wanted to, or needed to— but because in the same way, it kept happening. {Enter The Multiverse} On our planet, turkey is a fruit. No way! Yes. We call them— Poul-trees. —gross! Ahaha. L E G E N D S I was told that some have souls And some do not, less fortunate But though on high, and not our kind Some seek to know that is which not The Rock And The Kite IX “No kings!” Cries he who is not crowned King, Though as he sits below, this shrieking— The King sits silently, knowing And keeping, Thinking and rarely is he even speaking; The King has been Kinged for the Kingdom he's keeping. Lol did you realize the capitalization in the K's though? It could be interpreted any of either way. The poem itself is in the hypocrisy of non movement of the people from the very institutions it detests, In that— In docile inaction, he who protests such things must, by direct action also seek to change the barriers of the institution in which it is formed, which starts at the foundation in one themselves— Not simply idealizing a movement, but becoming its motion. It furthermore alludes to the notion that, the King has become King not simply my lineage but simply acting in opposite regards to the common man. It insinuates overall, that he who regards himself as a king is also himself a king. [The Festival Project ™] They say “On Tuesday, you die.” To me this is cruel and unusual punishment To I it is sweet relief, and a good time If I indeed prepare to end my life Due to need and indeed, Strife and poverty, so please Remember me to think twice When you greed and heavily Impede in this— peace That's why you need a scribe. Do not describe me as decent, I recently resent my decent Into these regions from these Kingdoms Which present me with Grief Regis, meet Kelly Egregious? perhaps, actually That and then astonishing To ponder on such a moment, Structured in the ruptured structure Of my DEADMAU5 powers down immidiately upon playing his first song. Oh no. Again! Here we go. Puncture. [wound] (Remember? I was corrupted.) I've been building a resume I was real in my healing She'll need Jesus And he'll need buildings Real estate? You can relate? Displays of affection. It's too late now to deficit Your attention. It's too late now To recommend your reflection It's too late now To make a mess in the kitchen It's too late now, It's sediment in a mention. Who did how what when where why? I idolize my Christ conscious, This is him. Well well. We meet again. {Enter The Multiverse} All my references are irrelevant and furnished even Not a trace of a friend or relative that could manage, even. My balances are invalid, In the red and negative, My management and dispatch, however— “Oh that's cute.” Microaggression. The deep affiliation of No— not this again JIMINY CRICKET JAHOVAS WITNESS DEADPAN COMEDIANS— L E G E N D S. … Jesus, anybody but— {Enter The Multiverse} …is it me? LIZ LEMON has not had the best day. AH NERDS. It began with finding out she is indeed just a fictional character; I'm a what. This was confirmed by her review of all seven seasons of the hit series 30 Rock. I don't understand. Suddenly, as the tapes were concluded, she was handed a mysterious yellow envelope which apparently contained the complex codes needed to return things back to “as normal as possible”— however.. A MAN snatches the envelope out of LIZ LEMON'S HANDS, leaving her stranded in a seemingly off parallel universe where— Oh hey, Tina. Everyone keeps calling her “Tina” and she doesn't know why. -_- I have no new muse. To some, this may confuse— But I need no more blues; This jazz was all a ruse. Really? This is awful. I'm missing all my cues, The game I cannot lose, The life I did not choose Begins to light a fuse I am a ticking time bomb A loose cannon A straight asshole, And complete troll, If I told you I owed you a lesson Would you roll over in this pine box? I miss mine craft and my socks My office, my rock and Last off, I miss my boss. What'd you do to Lorne Michaels? You look confused! He's acting strange! That is not my fault! He was always strange. Huh? Think about it. MEANWHILE… She's been leaking pieces of the script online and it must be stopped! Ooh, whose this blue suit? Some hot blonde. They're all wearing blue suits.., Just as likely. Hey! Hey! Who let you out of the TV? What?! This is not my purple. Oh, aw shit, What did you say? This is not my purpose! Oh no. Oh no. Oh yeah. Full meltdown mode on the TV screen And it just kicked in that the mistress is infact invisible and just lives in his head, this deadpan actress bombshell, clever Pleasurer has all just been … A TEST ! Gazuntite.. Am I on in another room or something? What?! I can always feel it. It just sets in, It's just the fame, Release the rest— And the language can make sense; It's been a sacred acre, and I guessed This measurement of time They hate you. I bet, dude. No, I'm serious— it has to end. Oh well. So I ran from hell at high speed, Fell to my death by a rope at the neck With a hope it would all just stop If I drop to the bottom with a shot Of adrenaline and I just don't come up Out the water I T I S Just not like it was And I've never had love come back Once it's gone This is all just stuff But my heart's sure to pop If I don't get done With the bottom floorness. I need four heads for all my knowledge. I need a whole box of cops for all these problems And probably a constable I'd be unstoppable if I could just nod for once And smile, Like I don't have thoughts, For once. Now that's a dunce. (What you are.) I'm hoping with these supplements I can run again (They were 20 bucks!) And hoping if it's love enough He gets complements but not all of them. I hope if I keep my walls up I could just stall the “Halt who goes there?” Don't get locked out! Don't get homeless! Don't get knocked up! Don't get bone out wings! —You don't know if they're all bird. Where's your album? Fine, I'm done. If I pitty pat And fiddle faddle With Jimmy Fallon Then is this a riddle or a puzzle? He'll resent the ridicule but surely he'll accept the saddle. (That is a sad clown.) Really, she'll present the message, Recalling and still spilling all the gruesome gore and images just from before, The horror core of all the assimilated messages, The missed inboxes, the just-kept hostages, The ten tails, is it—? It gets welled in, wellness When there's hell to pay, Water turns into Welch's. Is this indirectly feeding my somewhat obsession? Perhaps; but under the umbrella of “one night only” I must indulge my exorcisms with admittance that I just trust the adjustment for a month's budget of exercise, And hold the fries, I see my eyes wandering— Oh look, it's these guys. FREDDIE so wait. THE ACTORS lie down against the cold black floor of the black box theatre. Though the floor has been freshly painted, it also wreaks of dusty velvet curtains and a hint of stale cigarette smoke, which no one seems to know from where this is emanating from. Visualization exercises are key. However, here, the actors appear to be conversating with one another Yo I for real just didn't want to pay the price increase. These bastards. Well played, NBC. And let's just be correct about this, I need something to watch on the Peloton. I'm sure the ads will no less than come after me. Indeed, my fragile mind has been altered, living in between the streams to a TV reality. Yo apparently there's an “NBC writers program” —Completely missed it. Facts are, I'm still under par, and still under Paar, however… Okay, I'm paying for it, this had better be— —they're baiting me. For what. This is so unconscious. Liz Lemon on the treadmill So what, I eat pop tarts Instead of 3, I eat ten meals It's real. I told you you're in a cult! Which one? What? IX I have several acts, And these distractions weren't as impulsive As well thought out— Pull the plug, Carson! Pull the rug out from under the cat, And the watch her react This is just one person. It is pertinent, the clause and causability, The instigations, the Investigation, The investments, the integration of the information So much for insomniac I close my eye every time I run a mile You know I can't help but hide When I'm told in my own mind That today, I'm likely to die So I spent all night Crying for viable options ICONS This is not left over, You were just scrumptious, dumpling. Oh there's Nigel Thornberry And Joy Behar, Listen now or hold your forever But pray hard, Cause that's what makes today hard I okayThe Today Show And may Harvard, but stray far from the Ark If the Mayflower is trademarked, Okay, embark on a grey streak, A slave heart, a wave heat, grave deep In a cave park, But they weep and may keep secrets if they seek Weekenders and they leak benders which may think in that he sleeps with her! —but they thought wrong! I'm not on drugs or having it rough as an alcoholic, If anything I'm demolishing the impossible when I bought the peacock, acknowledging to all of them the terms and agreement, from which I see agrees for them to be egregious And with rights to detail or even possibly derail These emails into retail; So it could be Hell… I really need help. I need background noise For my annoyances— More people for the Peloton and No more clairvoyances, I'm prone to losing homes and power to appliances I rely on false alliances To try to make my mind a bit Better, but got behind a bit… Horse chasing in Manhattan I can keep up with a horse drawn carriage But only stopped to catch it, Then, really I've been I memories and giving it the method Holy fuck I've never been this depressed From just checking my messages I regret all these inspections It just diminished my respect for them—- Impending doom for the impendium I'm getting up the strength to ride the Peloton But mulling over everything I didn't want This beat is probably hot as balls… Yo whatever happened to Lin's friend Who used to beatbox with him? Long before he entered into Television or with Disney Pixar, It was way too far back in my memory, and then with this; I think Maybe I'm more like him, And nobody will even remember me! —well, I remember, but barely. Barely is good enough! Here's my weakness: Where's my Tony? All I know is, The bizarre ride Was a rollercoaster I once rode in a hard dream And I wrote in a notebook Colored just like a sports car You know that I love a corvette But probably need a corset Just to fit in your car! Can you sell me a dream and a nightmare at the same time; It was just custard colored the corvette, or the sound of a songbird, almost purchased my worth to the tune Of a little bird, canary, And with every word it's getting scarier To reverb and reverse not such a curse, But was a very sequenced strategy to unrehearsed Reality and as it may, just a game And nothing short of fame, however Breaking me Goddammit what was his name? I'm gonna be upset if I have to look it up. Well, are you satisfied? Not even relatively, Mr. President This resident is half my age and every page I turn is just— Irrelevant. Ugh. The best $7.99 I ever spent Back to the lonely island Oh yeah. That's what I was writing. BILL lies on his back eyes wide open with hand over his chest; something isn't right. Still, here, in the crisp cool of the black box theatre floor, it almost seems that for now— BILL HADER You forgot I was here. The demographics are telling; The stocks are selling The tik tocks are dwelling in your mind As the white collar crimes And the rhymes you're forgetting— Or lines you're spitting It's a self fulfilling prophecy. He's a ghost, he's the reaper He's the time, he's the Keeper; He's the push, he's the teacher The present and the preacher That's why I shouldnt be here You cannot live for free here! So what do I owe you? How do I know you? Wrote you a letter Wanted to blow you Should I just throw you overboard Or write another book Here's a proof of purchase I hope it's worth it If you're homeless I resoned this whole orchard I am prone to no hurt, But you know, it does show I could go gold If just left alone For more then a moment They hate you, Say you're a disaster. Operate under the radar And pay her under the table Hoping you hate hard {Enter The Multiverse} STEFON It's that thing where you don't smoke any cigarettes at all, and then you smoke two packs immediately to reverse jumpstart your nicotine tolerance–? Does that work. I don't know. But yea. Copyright The Collective Complex © [The Festival Project, Inc. ™] © 2025 All Rights Reserved -Ū.

Isn't it strange that I can write something, and not remember what I wrote the next day? I remember that I wrote it, and writing it, but not the words, really, or the structure. They make pictures in the documents, shapes that they themselves as things make imprints as etching but have never been seen, by anyone else but me, at least—and whoever is phishing in my documents. That's the dangerous part. I do remember Jimmy Fallon, or just glimpse of it—that's the other dangerous part. What exactly have I become apart of? Why is this character hounding in the back of my mind? And what is relentlessly bc aching for truth and still clinging to the secrecy I left him alone, but the thing kept returning. Like that little yellow breasted bird who kept coming to visit me; he adored himself so looking in the water pipe like it was a mirror— what a paradox No hot water heaters, but also, No tent cities. Then, I wasn't exactly an expatriate, or enemy to the patriarch. I liked men in charge, so long as they were the right kind of man. But what is the right kind of man? These versus were written in cadences that seemed like gibberish at the time, but two days later reading back, did seem to make sense… but for what? It was almost peaceful in the apartment now that I seemed to be on the way out. “You were warned in the drama club,” The words rang in my mind but I had no idea whether they were just words to another song or some sort of string of things— these telemetrical tests to see if I could hear these things being stated over and over to me as if they were drills rather than things I was thinking. Apparently I'd been betrayed but what was new? My entire being in existence had been strings of betrayals and so these words, though unkind, could have meant anything. Fear, usually, was the biggest weapon against any mind endangered, but I wasn't in fear of anything besides never seeing my son again— this was likely either way in that certainly in at least one way, I had been betrayed. Perhaps I was expected to act like a man, and that I wouldn't miss or always feel attached to my baby; but I wasn't a man, or a dog. In fact, I was a woman, and now so much aging that these things could be used against me. I wasn't guilty, because I wasn't not-trying. But these things were speaking volumes in what has been done to me and against me, and rather than to be the victim here, I altered my thoughts into those of a understanding never-martyr, because in fact my death would be kept secret; hidden, even. I had been isolated from everyone and everything, and this was the agenda my purpose suited— perhaps a growing mental health crisis, though unobjectifiable I had been targeted— these things were made to hurt me, or make me believe I was becoming famous, but were never of any meaning, and indeed though I had written these things, Any illusion of safety had been manufactured. There was none; I was not safe here— or anywhere in the United States anymore. Once I'd returned from Mexico, I had been recaptured, and closely studied, and controlled, and manipulated into doing and acting on behalf of my kind, which was being made to be the enemy. What it had to do with any public figure wasn't entirely beyond me; in many ways, maybe, this figure was and could either be, both the Rock and Thr Kite— or the wind, or water, or earth itself; and perhaps since my death had marked the start of our awareness to any thing…it hadn't been entirely unnoticed that this overriding factor was that it was the same sort of cycle from one, repeated four times, and then eventually stopped. In the unbalanced nature of my own time seeming to be shrinking, the more I realized that people to me were unkind, and distant. It wasn't a swperate person or personality that had written these things; but a side of me that needed to be sleeping when these energies seemed to be surrounding me; and again this cruelty as peaking into an unbearable circumstance of needing to escape, and because I hadn't the financial means— seeking means to an end. This brutality on the inside of my mind revealing itself to be the need for peace was overwhelming anything— the need for fame, connecting, recognition… the reality of it was, the illusion of safety was shrinking; I didn't have anybody or anything, the the words themselves were only being seen by those unseen. I could have been portraying these deeply prolific things into the very hearts and minds of the enemy that was vilifying and demonizing me; keeping me out of a job and away from my son as a way to justify these dehumanizing and humiliating realities— the things that could make me appear crazy if need be. But the truth was, I was sort of just timekeeping… not writing because I wanted to, or needed to— but because in the same way, it kept happening. {Enter The Multiverse} On our planet, turkey is a fruit. No way! Yes. We call them— Poul-trees. —gross! Ahaha. L E G E N D S I was told that some have souls And some do not, less fortunate But though on high, and not our kind Some seek to know that is which not The Rock And The Kite IX “No kings!” Cries he who is not crowned King, Though as he sits below, this shrieking— The King sits silently, knowing And keeping, Thinking and rarely is he even speaking; The King has been Kinged for the Kingdom he's keeping. Lol did you realize the capitalization in the K's though? It could be interpreted any of either way. The poem itself is in the hypocrisy of non movement of the people from the very institutions it detests, In that— In docile inaction, he who protests such things must, by direct action also seek to change the barriers of the institution in which it is formed, which starts at the foundation in one themselves— Not simply idealizing a movement, but becoming its motion. It furthermore alludes to the notion that, the King has become King not simply my lineage but simply acting in opposite regards to the common man. It insinuates overall, that he who regards himself as a king is also himself a king. [The Festival Project ™] They say “On Tuesday, you die.” To me this is cruel and unusual punishment To I it is sweet relief, and a good time If I indeed prepare to end my life Due to need and indeed, Strife and poverty, so please Remember me to think twice When you greed and heavily Impede in this— peace That's why you need a scribe. Do not describe me as decent, I recently resent my decent Into these regions from these Kingdoms Which present me with Grief Regis, meet Kelly Egregious? perhaps, actually That and then astonishing To ponder on such a moment, Structured in the ruptured structure Of my DEADMAU5 powers down immidiately upon playing his first song. Oh no. Again! Here we go. Puncture. [wound] (Remember? I was corrupted.) I've been building a resume I was real in my healing She'll need Jesus And he'll need buildings Real estate? You can relate? Displays of affection. It's too late now to deficit Your attention. It's too late now To recommend your reflection It's too late now To make a mess in the kitchen It's too late now, It's sediment in a mention. Who did how what when where why? I idolize my Christ conscious, This is him. Well well. We meet again. {Enter The Multiverse} All my references are irrelevant and furnished even Not a trace of a friend or relative that could manage, even. My balances are invalid, In the red and negative, My management and dispatch, however— “Oh that's cute.” Microaggression. The deep affiliation of No— not this again JIMINY CRICKET JAHOVAS WITNESS DEADPAN COMEDIANS— L E G E N D S. … Jesus, anybody but— {Enter The Multiverse} …is it me? LIZ LEMON has not had the best day. AH NERDS. It began with finding out she is indeed just a fictional character; I'm a what. This was confirmed by her review of all seven seasons of the hit series 30 Rock. I don't understand. Suddenly, as the tapes were concluded, she was handed a mysterious yellow envelope which apparently contained the complex codes needed to return things back to “as normal as possible”— however.. A MAN snatches the envelope out of LIZ LEMON'S HANDS, leaving her stranded in a seemingly off parallel universe where— Oh hey, Tina. Everyone keeps calling her “Tina” and she doesn't know why. -_- I have no new muse. To some, this may confuse— But I need no more blues; This jazz was all a ruse. Really? This is awful. I'm missing all my cues, The game I cannot lose, The life I did not choose Begins to light a fuse I am a ticking time bomb A loose cannon A straight asshole, And complete troll, If I told you I owed you a lesson Would you roll over in this pine box? I miss mine craft and my socks My office, my rock and Last off, I miss my boss. What'd you do to Lorne Michaels? You look confused! He's acting strange! That is not my fault! He was always strange. Huh? Think about it. MEANWHILE… She's been leaking pieces of the script online and it must be stopped! Ooh, whose this blue suit? Some hot blonde. They're all wearing blue suits.., Just as likely. Hey! Hey! Who let you out of the TV? What?! This is not my purple. Oh, aw shit, What did you say? This is not my purpose! Oh no. Oh no. Oh yeah. Full meltdown mode on the TV screen And it just kicked in that the mistress is infact invisible and just lives in his head, this deadpan actress bombshell, clever Pleasurer has all just been … A TEST ! Gazuntite.. Am I on in another room or something? What?! I can always feel it. It just sets in, It's just the fame, Release the rest— And the language can make sense; It's been a sacred acre, and I guessed This measurement of time They hate you. I bet, dude. No, I'm serious— it has to end. Oh well. So I ran from hell at high speed, Fell to my death by a rope at the neck With a hope it would all just stop If I drop to the bottom with a shot Of adrenaline and I just don't come up Out the water I T I S Just not like it was And I've never had love come back Once it's gone This is all just stuff But my heart's sure to pop If I don't get done With the bottom floorness. I need four heads for all my knowledge. I need a whole box of cops for all these problems And probably a constable I'd be unstoppable if I could just nod for once And smile, Like I don't have thoughts, For once. Now that's a dunce. (What you are.) I'm hoping with these supplements I can run again (They were 20 bucks!) And hoping if it's love enough He gets complements but not all of them. I hope if I keep my walls up I could just stall the “Halt who goes there?” Don't get locked out! Don't get homeless! Don't get knocked up! Don't get bone out wings! —You don't know if they're all bird. Where's your album? Fine, I'm done. If I pitty pat And fiddle faddle With Jimmy Fallon Then is this a riddle or a puzzle? He'll resent the ridicule but surely he'll accept the saddle. (That is a sad clown.) Really, she'll present the message, Recalling and still spilling all the gruesome gore and images just from before, The horror core of all the assimilated messages, The missed inboxes, the just-kept hostages, The ten tails, is it—? It gets welled in, wellness When there's hell to pay, Water turns into Welch's. Is this indirectly feeding my somewhat obsession? Perhaps; but under the umbrella of “one night only” I must indulge my exorcisms with admittance that I just trust the adjustment for a month's budget of exercise, And hold the fries, I see my eyes wandering— Oh look, it's these guys. FREDDIE so wait. THE ACTORS lie down against the cold black floor of the black box theatre. Though the floor has been freshly painted, it also wreaks of dusty velvet curtains and a hint of stale cigarette smoke, which no one seems to know from where this is emanating from. Visualization exercises are key. However, here, the actors appear to be conversating with one another Yo I for real just didn't want to pay the price increase. These bastards. Well played, NBC. And let's just be correct about this, I need something to watch on the Peloton. I'm sure the ads will no less than come after me. Indeed, my fragile mind has been altered, living in between the streams to a TV reality. Yo apparently there's an “NBC writers program” —Completely missed it. Facts are, I'm still under par, and still under Paar, however… Okay, I'm paying for it, this had better be— —they're baiting me. For what. This is so unconscious. Liz Lemon on the treadmill So what, I eat pop tarts Instead of 3, I eat ten meals It's real. I told you you're in a cult! Which one? What? IX I have several acts, And these distractions weren't as impulsive As well thought out— Pull the plug, Carson! Pull the rug out from under the cat, And the watch her react This is just one person. It is pertinent, the clause and causability, The instigations, the Investigation, The investments, the integration of the information So much for insomniac I close my eye every time I run a mile You know I can't help but hide When I'm told in my own mind That today, I'm likely to die So I spent all night Crying for viable options ICONS This is not left over, You were just scrumptious, dumpling. Oh there's Nigel Thornberry And Joy Behar, Listen now or hold your forever But pray hard, Cause that's what makes today hard I okayThe Today Show And may Harvard, but stray far from the Ark If the Mayflower is trademarked, Okay, embark on a grey streak, A slave heart, a wave heat, grave deep In a cave park, But they weep and may keep secrets if they seek Weekenders and they leak benders which may think in that he sleeps with her! —but they thought wrong! I'm not on drugs or having it rough as an alcoholic, If anything I'm demolishing the impossible when I bought the peacock, acknowledging to all of them the terms and agreement, from which I see agrees for them to be egregious And with rights to detail or even possibly derail These emails into retail; So it could be Hell… I really need help. I need background noise For my annoyances— More people for the Peloton and No more clairvoyances, I'm prone to losing homes and power to appliances I rely on false alliances To try to make my mind a bit Better, but got behind a bit… Horse chasing in Manhattan I can keep up with a horse drawn carriage But only stopped to catch it, Then, really I've been I memories and giving it the method Holy fuck I've never been this depressed From just checking my messages I regret all these inspections It just diminished my respect for them—- Impending doom for the impendium I'm getting up the strength to ride the Peloton But mulling over everything I didn't want This beat is probably hot as balls… Yo whatever happened to Lin's friend Who used to beatbox with him? Long before he entered into Television or with Disney Pixar, It was way too far back in my memory, and then with this; I think Maybe I'm more like him, And nobody will even remember me! —well, I remember, but barely. Barely is good enough! Here's my weakness: Where's my Tony? All I know is, The bizarre ride Was a rollercoaster I once rode in a hard dream And I wrote in a notebook Colored just like a sports car You know that I love a corvette But probably need a corset Just to fit in your car! Can you sell me a dream and a nightmare at the same time; It was just custard colored the corvette, or the sound of a songbird, almost purchased my worth to the tune Of a little bird, canary, And with every word it's getting scarier To reverb and reverse not such a curse, But was a very sequenced strategy to unrehearsed Reality and as it may, just a game And nothing short of fame, however Breaking me Goddammit what was his name? I'm gonna be upset if I have to look it up. Well, are you satisfied? Not even relatively, Mr. President This resident is half my age and every page I turn is just— Irrelevant. Ugh. The best $7.99 I ever spent Back to the lonely island Oh yeah. That's what I was writing. BILL lies on his back eyes wide open with hand over his chest; something isn't right. Still, here, in the crisp cool of the black box theatre floor, it almost seems that for now— BILL HADER You forgot I was here. The demographics are telling; The stocks are selling The tik tocks are dwelling in your mind As the white collar crimes And the rhymes you're forgetting— Or lines you're spitting It's a self fulfilling prophecy. He's a ghost, he's the reaper He's the time, he's the Keeper; He's the push, he's the teacher The present and the preacher That's why I shouldnt be here You cannot live for free here! So what do I owe you? How do I know you? Wrote you a letter Wanted to blow you Should I just throw you overboard Or write another book Here's a proof of purchase I hope it's worth it If you're homeless I resoned this whole orchard I am prone to no hurt, But you know, it does show I could go gold If just left alone For more then a moment They hate you, Say you're a disaster. Operate under the radar And pay her under the table Hoping you hate hard {Enter The Multiverse} STEFON It's that thing where you don't smoke any cigarettes at all, and then you smoke two packs immediately to reverse jumpstart your nicotine tolerance–? Does that work. I don't know. But yea. Copyright The Collective Complex © [The Festival Project, Inc. ™] © 2025 All Rights Reserved -Ū.

PREVIEW: TECH SUPREMACY Colleague Judy Dempsey comments on the extreme disparity between America's abundant tech ecosystem and Europe's barely visible tech culture. [MORE] 1945 JUMBO TRINITY TEST

WWE's Original Universal Championship shot for the stars - but barely left the mat. Simon Miller presents 10 Things WWE Wants You To Forget About The Universal Championship...ENJOY!Follow us on Twitter:@SimonMiller316@WhatCultureWWEFor more awesome content, check out: whatculture.com/wwe Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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Do people really consider the kind of relationship they have with you before asking for a favor? Or do they just go down a list until someone picks up? Shouldn't time matter too, especially when it's late at night and unplanned? It makes you wonder: Who exactly do we owe help to and at what cost to our peace?

Tonight, we BARELY spend any time on the whole "Epstein List," discuss the poor child actors headlining big franchises and the misery they signed up for, Karl Urban as Johnny Cage, CBS cancelling Stephen Colbert, and more! PLUS - we present a series of impossible questions that the cast must answer!

This week we BARELY get the show off the ground and end with guessing what these upcoming nerfs/buffs will be not knowing any of the cards! Surely this is great Hearthstone content.   Logo Created By: Nate Wolfe. Modifications by Gingersaurous Theme Song By: Se7enist. https://open.spotify.com/artist/5kmsQa4jBfiUwWLqOp64GX? You can buy merch here: https://blizzlet.myspreadshop.com/all

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Justin Bieber BioSnap a weekly updated Biography.Barely a week has passed since Justin Bieber reentered the public eye with one of his most significant career moves in years, the surprise release of his seventh studio album, Swag, on July 11. The album, loaded with 21 tracks and featuring names like Gunna, Sexyy Red, Cash Cobain, and gospel great Marvin Winans, has sparked headlines for its vulnerability and raw introspection, with Bieber openly exploring fatherhood, mental health, and the immense pressures of fame. Notably, on the track Therapy Session, the singer lays bare his struggles, an emotional honesty that's carried over into his social media, where he's admitted to feeling both unworthy and broken at times. This era marks his first full-length project in more than four years and his first since gaining full creative control after his high-profile split from longtime manager Scooter Braun, a move Rolling Stone reported Bieber has no regrets about. People magazine detailed how wife Hailey Bieber not only supported Justin throughout the process but also gave him the confidence to trust his artistic instincts and create the album he'd always wanted.Bieber and Hailey have taken Europe by storm this week, sharing intimate snapshots with fans on Instagram, including adorable photos of their son, Jack, ahead of his first birthday next month. Their family getaway dovetailed with Hailey's own business milestone—a Rhode skincare pop-up in Mallorca. According to People, Justin was there to support her, returning the encouragement she's given him through his creative rebirth.The news cycle also saw Justin and Scooter Braun settle their tour dispute, with reports from IQ Magazine that Bieber agreed to pay his former manager over 30 million dollars relating to the canceled Justice World Tour. Speculation of a new tour following the release of Swag has bubbled up in outlets like Los40 and Extra Chill, thanks to prominent album billboards and the artist's hints, but nothing official has been announced. Fan rumor about a Coachella 2025 appearance, stoked by Twitter chatter and a viral Reddit thread, remains unsubstantiated as neither Goldenvoice nor Bieber's team have confirmed any booking. Meanwhile, Bieber's past health issues, especially his battle with Ramsay Hunt syndrome and ongoing mental health advocacy, continue to shape the narrative. Bieber has been photographed energetically celebrating the album's release, and there's no shortage of commentary on his social media, where he recently reaffirmed his strong relationship with Hailey despite recurring breakup gossip.Swag's arrival signals not just a comeback, but a return on Bieber's own terms—marked by newfound independence, artistic risk, and a tightly knit family unit that continues to captivate both the music world and the ever-watchful celebrity press.Get the best deals https://amzn.to/3ODvOta

Someone help me. What happened. What's good bro. I think deadmau5 is my cat. Nah. You're serious? I'm…deadfuckingnserious. What makes you think that? [cat is deadmau5] lol isn't it super torturous as fuck as a woman knowing All you really want is for like, one man to like , Just like you, But dudes are notorious for like— Never ever really being able to just ”like” one person? Like dudes like everyone They are notorious whoooores. The like everybody. The older I get like the worse it gets Like here's this guy I like And I pretty much mostly just like him But then like, Look at all these girls! Fuuuuck that! NICOLE BYER OH LOOK. ITS DUM-DUM! this is because I keep forgetting you, isn't it? NICOLE BYER Yes it IS. this might actually be my favorite part of the story. BLŪ is taking a shower when suddenly— NICOLE BYER appears out of nowhere. HEY DUM-DUM. JIMMY KIMMEL uses his newfound ability to time shift (not time travel, persay, but to alter many parallels of a given time) to undo joining a college fraternity. Also in the present nothing appears altered. This invisibly and almost even silently skews several multidimensional parallels into disarray. Unknowing st all of this, he seems content with his decision. Then again, he always seems sort of... JIMMY KIMMEL is quietly enjoying his fishing trip. Basking in the wonderful allone ness of solitude and silence, he uncaps a bottle of [insert product placement here] and takes a very hearty swig, letting out a super contended sigh. …content. It is a picturesque and perfect day; however, something seems off; just then, as he admires his first catch, hanging from the line over the bow, a GIANT SHARK appears out of the water, snapping up his catch and retreating into the abyss with a thunderous SPLASH. Dripping with dismay (and lots of water) JIMMY KIMMEL explodes with an equally thunderous rage. WHAT THE FUCK! He teeters, sopping wet to the edge of the boat, peering momentarily into the rippling water before he realizes it may not be safe, and in the same glimpse from the side of his squinted unrelentlessly still glistening eyes, realizes that this shark has knocked over and spilled his entire bottle of [insert product placement here] He confusedly and exasperatedly cries out and upward into the skies—. THIS IS A LAKE!!! Just a note to remember that I finally perfected my recipe for the absolute best vegan breakfast burrito just previously to writing this. It was delicious. Yes, it was. I— Oh, my god! Parallels, remember! No! (Suddenly eating a burrito) Your memory sucks! It has to. Isn't it all in the culture? I don't know what you're all on about Turned it all on, now i'm off, man Turned it all off, but I laid here for it– Tuned it around, And I payed her for it! How's That Now For an awful apocalypse All on the top of the grant And the ground And the landmine The top of the mountain The tip of the iceberg the tell of the tails And tails of the sweet custom made to order Suits and ties Of course don't rock the boat If you know its yours! JIMMY KIMMEL stares into the distance as baby shark blares over the common room television screen–he appears to be babysitting, but his look is so far off, you wouldn't know he was in the room. The baby shark song seems to drum up some uncomfortable memories from fishing over the weekend. He squints with disdain over the incident with a weary glean in his eyes; this is not something you discuss with other people. Isn't it all in the coat tails? It's toxic, but i've never been a model Or even wanted, so What are all the hot blondes at the office on about? You wanted the host of the talk show, And woke up to croissants and roses, orange juice and probable cause for your lawsuit, But in the moment you loved it So what's everyone on about? Isn't it all in the cufflinks? The stuff you don't tell to your home folks; The homegrown and midwestern corn folks, Discussing your show over corn flakes? So what's everyone on about? Let us just be honest, I didn't know how deep it was Until i opened up pandoras box, And thought, “What the fuck, I've found a horxcrux.” I've found a goldmine, I've got the fox and the hare all in one here, What a show host What a conundrum, What a construct, What a hopeless homonid What a heart to want nothing but To put the top Back on the box And walk away Unknowing all Of what I saw –Middle Days. There's no Tonight Show where I'm from No late night, And no radio hosts No television, no songs No one to lead us on And then to no where No one to cut us off Before the road opens No one to Stop us at the railroad enclosures And no one at all named Love Don't you know that the idea of all of you at all Is just so comfortable, mountain or a horse? Capable and strong? Don't you know the mold of you has sunk into my heart And formed a hole Where all the world will go, When i'm no longer mourning? Are you sure you want to– No. Not at all? I already did! But I saw this thing– Don't tell me about my death. But you were there. That's the thing, actually, you're not understanding– I wasn't. But– Quite possibly everyone and everything around me– Possibly even, or most probably, everything ever– But I promise, Jimmy, if that is even your name– It isn't– exactly. Everything happening–or unhappening in the moment– was everything but me. But– Goodbye! But– Goodbye, I said! I told you it was a deathtrap. That lady is crazy. I'm telling you, have faith! It makes sense. It doesn't make sense! It does make sense. It's just random–gibberish. Its absolutely ludicrous, Jimmy. She's crazy! You're youre right; it is ludicrous, actually, but listen to me— I'm finished listening. Yeah. I think i've heard about enough. But you haven't heard anything! I have now what I needed to know. But these writings… We'll take it from here, Jim. [The suits walk away.] I hope you're flame retardant. I ought to be by now, i guess. Double check your coverage. How'd that go. As expected. At least you expected it. There isn't anything around here I haven't been expecting lately. I mean. V.O. I've been working here for over twenty years… At least you're not being haunted by ghosts or anything. [The irony is in that yes, actually, he is talking to a ghost.] I get it (ripped apart) He's in the music away and carrying with it –you're on! A signal, A ghost– A sacrifice, A ritual, you're on again, Then off again The pitter patter of the dismissive members of Upper society, High ranking elitists And businussmen whom you admire astonishingly Despite discomfort, Whom, happen to no doubt Disapprove of you by nature And yet, Are also drawn To your own power Circumstance Judgement Morals Traditions Honors, Representatives of the establishment The state (no longer a democracy) Repression– All in writer's room revisions What happened? I haven't kept it safe or sacred One tear over Only out the left eye Listen, the marytr I opened a death trap I opened my widened mind To the unknown and impossible, Swallowed it whole with the lot of you I died with knowing only the lowest of the totem pole And yet, low and behold Now, I rise to the top, And such is known that without the bottom, The whole log topples over. Oh wow. I'm famous. Yes, and? It kind of hurts. Eventually that goes away. What a sensation. It's always there. You just stop feeling it. It lingers in on a sunday night, And at most on the full moon, no wolves howling; It sets in in the bunny ears atop the chatterbox In the kitchen, where It outshines us, from the other room On the radio tower, Where in time the vines have climbed And now flower bloom In silent golden era tunes, The tombs of all our knowledge and our light To fade with every passing hour here Goodnight, my son I do not want to know you Goodbye, my father, I do not want to rust And again I wake in the pain and lure of autumn To never known a summer song, And ponder on the dusk It lingers deep on Sunday evening, Setting hard on Monday morn, and though i write so fond of JImmy I dare often dream of Lorne Chapter Four Donovan Arnold was a lover and not a fighter. He never much had to come up against any kind of battle, either, because he was quite prone to always getting exactly what he wanted. Louis Greenworth was not merely a friendly rival—but a challenge, and the two came head to heat in various bouts and brawls in their time at The Summit, where most if not many collide with one another for fortune, and in gratitude that there they had been chosen for greater purpose. Something told me not too far on that Donovan had many to will and tricks up his sleeve without showing it, and in Louis's visions, he cautioned that I should be wary—although, in the rarer and flickering lights of Donovan's knowing and unknown, I should be careful of Louis and his corners. Then, there wasn't a force amongst us which would lightly convey Louis—his doings and his shadows were dark--which is why I had been fashioned to it, and the powerful man he was beared such a heavy weight on all the world around him that he was nothing less than a storm to weather in total. Then, Donovan was such the luck and clever, loving sprite, that his wit and charm was assuring to my embark; there was no way of truly ever waning in the way that Donovan had winged his way into the arrangement in his favor, but at the very least— disappointing his approval would gain no absolute pleasure beyond the astonishing dissonance of loyalty. Then, there were keepers surrounding the might and the truth of The force that the shadows could not bare— there were times and marks and truths beyond the summit that were merely a facet of the things in the beyond, and in the way that The Source rules over its keepers, and its knowings—there was hardly any way for the niceties of pride, judgment most often throwing its way between dear Donovan Arnold and I. There was no nose that could t smell the stench if the foul odor that the rot of betrayal had done. The way of Donovan was seeking to know, without keeping or honor of heart—and I could not withstand another deep wound in the pit of my own truth. They called him Donovan Arnold Palmer because he made a mean Long Island iced tea— which of course he attributed to his affluent east coast heritage, hailing from a long line of the posh and uptight standard boys and girls of the fools and good old days. A clean cut brown nose and absolute stickler for circumstance and dedication, his placement within these sacred places was vanity, first and foremost—and with a sense of tradition and pride he carried on in the way any man would, with great relief that the world didn't rest on his shoulders the way it did on Louis— then, nothing really rested on anyone the way it did in Louis Greenworth. chapter 5 The gifted saint of revelations “Did he hurt you?” I looked away without knowing where to look at all but down, my body aching with the waves of having been pressed and clutched against the spirals of time. The things I pretend not to know. “Who?” Genie seemed disappointed but still, patiently coaxing me with the comfort of his warmth— calling my eyes and looking deeply into the soul. I was petrified “What happened?”, he persists. “I don't know what your talking about.” , I mumble guiltily. He pauses for a moment as if he knows the depth of it— somewhere inside of me I know he knows, and behind me my mind is reeling and screaming, like a desperate unearthed fortune of unknown. Barely breathing, and shallow in the dark of the luminescence of the moonlight night, my loyalty overwhelms my pride and brotherhood. “What did he say?” Now his eyes fill with the pain and begging for the mercy of truth, as he whispers almost with a whimper, even in his strength and grace. In all those prayers not once had I even the ounce of nerve to think that he had uttered my name— now looking into him but huddled under him in heaps and ruins, I could not remember a time more when I wanted to disacknowledge the unknown and send a heap of words into the capes and canyons of his holy ears, though these things I knew for any time but especially this, I could never speak. “He who?” I can't wake up, I'm a rockstar Can't wash it off And I'm just so high on drugs That no matter the cost I just don't want to come down Don't want to want you anymore Relax. Think about it never or none And wonder what the world becomes when Weather tides and moon songs are no more Remember, then the dolphin And temperament to want what of course All of us covet But still, waking up in a dungeon. What a curse. Also, however What a cure, as you wander up The slithering road that parts Los Angeles from all the north of her Southern coast, If you want specifics The Pacific is at most And much admires Where you are, No matter how far you wander I want I want I want And I get I get I get I'm a rockstar. Maybe after all those times Being just the girl that all might have died to have been And getting mad over it You wake up to find yourself A stalker Who doesn't Leave the apartment And just watches the come up Of the songbird Who just wishes She had've gone To Harvard Not for law school But the arts, You know You lost a fortune That wasn't clever You wrote a hospital long report And look what you got! A suffix And later on an honorary doctorate But look at Letterman Hardly recognizable And after all The stopwatch just starts over at one Doesn't it Doesn't it? I'm a rockstar And what you wanted Was no subtle front But a surfboard and a ping pong table Writing your fables in the quiet of the night With the ocean steady lapping under the docks And not Collapsing her whole structure What a thunderous wave If you think it's time Then you haven't caved yet I offer all the pleasures of the golden science And as alchemy concerned Its really only valuable on this planet As it stands the liquid gold mines here Haven't budged an ounce— There's an overflow of all you've ever wanted With a pungent odor Or wrongdoing done And lemonade To pucker And to ponder over S'mores for supper, anyone? I thought not -KR. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project™ ] {Enter The Multiverse} L E G E N D S: ICONS Tales of A Superstar DJ The Secret Life of Sunnï Blū Ascension Deathwish -Ū. Copyright © The Festival Project, Inc. ™ | Copyright The Complex Collective © 2019-2025 ™ All Rights Reserved. -Ū.

Someone help me. What happened. What's good bro. I think deadmau5 is my cat. Nah. You're serious? I'm…deadfuckingnserious. What makes you think that? [cat is deadmau5] lol isn't it super torturous as fuck as a woman knowing All you really want is for like, one man to like , Just like you, But dudes are notorious for like— Never ever really being able to just ”like” one person? Like dudes like everyone They are notorious whoooores. The like everybody. The older I get like the worse it gets Like here's this guy I like And I pretty much mostly just like him But then like, Look at all these girls! Fuuuuck that! NICOLE BYER OH LOOK. ITS DUM-DUM! this is because I keep forgetting you, isn't it? NICOLE BYER Yes it IS. this might actually be my favorite part of the story. BLŪ is taking a shower when suddenly— NICOLE BYER appears out of nowhere. HEY DUM-DUM. JIMMY KIMMEL uses his newfound ability to time shift (not time travel, persay, but to alter many parallels of a given time) to undo joining a college fraternity. Also in the present nothing appears altered. This invisibly and almost even silently skews several multidimensional parallels into disarray. Unknowing st all of this, he seems content with his decision. Then again, he always seems sort of... JIMMY KIMMEL is quietly enjoying his fishing trip. Basking in the wonderful allone ness of solitude and silence, he uncaps a bottle of [insert product placement here] and takes a very hearty swig, letting out a super contended sigh. …content. It is a picturesque and perfect day; however, something seems off; just then, as he admires his first catch, hanging from the line over the bow, a GIANT SHARK appears out of the water, snapping up his catch and retreating into the abyss with a thunderous SPLASH. Dripping with dismay (and lots of water) JIMMY KIMMEL explodes with an equally thunderous rage. WHAT THE FUCK! He teeters, sopping wet to the edge of the boat, peering momentarily into the rippling water before he realizes it may not be safe, and in the same glimpse from the side of his squinted unrelentlessly still glistening eyes, realizes that this shark has knocked over and spilled his entire bottle of [insert product placement here] He confusedly and exasperatedly cries out and upward into the skies—. THIS IS A LAKE!!! Just a note to remember that I finally perfected my recipe for the absolute best vegan breakfast burrito just previously to writing this. It was delicious. Yes, it was. I— Oh, my god! Parallels, remember! No! (Suddenly eating a burrito) Your memory sucks! It has to. Isn't it all in the culture? I don't know what you're all on about Turned it all on, now i'm off, man Turned it all off, but I laid here for it– Tuned it around, And I payed her for it! How's That Now For an awful apocalypse All on the top of the grant And the ground And the landmine The top of the mountain The tip of the iceberg the tell of the tails And tails of the sweet custom made to order Suits and ties Of course don't rock the boat If you know its yours! JIMMY KIMMEL stares into the distance as baby shark blares over the common room television screen–he appears to be babysitting, but his look is so far off, you wouldn't know he was in the room. The baby shark song seems to drum up some uncomfortable memories from fishing over the weekend. He squints with disdain over the incident with a weary glean in his eyes; this is not something you discuss with other people. Isn't it all in the coat tails? It's toxic, but i've never been a model Or even wanted, so What are all the hot blondes at the office on about? You wanted the host of the talk show, And woke up to croissants and roses, orange juice and probable cause for your lawsuit, But in the moment you loved it So what's everyone on about? Isn't it all in the cufflinks? The stuff you don't tell to your home folks; The homegrown and midwestern corn folks, Discussing your show over corn flakes? So what's everyone on about? Let us just be honest, I didn't know how deep it was Until i opened up pandoras box, And thought, “What the fuck, I've found a horxcrux.” I've found a goldmine, I've got the fox and the hare all in one here, What a show host What a conundrum, What a construct, What a hopeless homonid What a heart to want nothing but To put the top Back on the box And walk away Unknowing all Of what I saw –Middle Days. There's no Tonight Show where I'm from No late night, And no radio hosts No television, no songs No one to lead us on And then to no where No one to cut us off Before the road opens No one to Stop us at the railroad enclosures And no one at all named Love Don't you know that the idea of all of you at all Is just so comfortable, mountain or a horse? Capable and strong? Don't you know the mold of you has sunk into my heart And formed a hole Where all the world will go, When i'm no longer mourning? Are you sure you want to– No. Not at all? I already did! But I saw this thing– Don't tell me about my death. But you were there. That's the thing, actually, you're not understanding– I wasn't. But– Quite possibly everyone and everything around me– Possibly even, or most probably, everything ever– But I promise, Jimmy, if that is even your name– It isn't– exactly. Everything happening–or unhappening in the moment– was everything but me. But– Goodbye! But– Goodbye, I said! I told you it was a deathtrap. That lady is crazy. I'm telling you, have faith! It makes sense. It doesn't make sense! It does make sense. It's just random–gibberish. Its absolutely ludicrous, Jimmy. She's crazy! You're youre right; it is ludicrous, actually, but listen to me— I'm finished listening. Yeah. I think i've heard about enough. But you haven't heard anything! I have now what I needed to know. But these writings… We'll take it from here, Jim. [The suits walk away.] I hope you're flame retardant. I ought to be by now, i guess. Double check your coverage. How'd that go. As expected. At least you expected it. There isn't anything around here I haven't been expecting lately. I mean. V.O. I've been working here for over twenty years… At least you're not being haunted by ghosts or anything. [The irony is in that yes, actually, he is talking to a ghost.] I get it (ripped apart) He's in the music away and carrying with it –you're on! A signal, A ghost– A sacrifice, A ritual, you're on again, Then off again The pitter patter of the dismissive members of Upper society, High ranking elitists And businussmen whom you admire astonishingly Despite discomfort, Whom, happen to no doubt Disapprove of you by nature And yet, Are also drawn To your own power Circumstance Judgement Morals Traditions Honors, Representatives of the establishment The state (no longer a democracy) Repression– All in writer's room revisions What happened? I haven't kept it safe or sacred One tear over Only out the left eye Listen, the marytr I opened a death trap I opened my widened mind To the unknown and impossible, Swallowed it whole with the lot of you I died with knowing only the lowest of the totem pole And yet, low and behold Now, I rise to the top, And such is known that without the bottom, The whole log topples over. Oh wow. I'm famous. Yes, and? It kind of hurts. Eventually that goes away. What a sensation. It's always there. You just stop feeling it. It lingers in on a sunday night, And at most on the full moon, no wolves howling; It sets in in the bunny ears atop the chatterbox In the kitchen, where It outshines us, from the other room On the radio tower, Where in time the vines have climbed And now flower bloom In silent golden era tunes, The tombs of all our knowledge and our light To fade with every passing hour here Goodnight, my son I do not want to know you Goodbye, my father, I do not want to rust And again I wake in the pain and lure of autumn To never known a summer song, And ponder on the dusk It lingers deep on Sunday evening, Setting hard on Monday morn, and though i write so fond of JImmy I dare often dream of Lorne Chapter Four Donovan Arnold was a lover and not a fighter. He never much had to come up against any kind of battle, either, because he was quite prone to always getting exactly what he wanted. Louis Greenworth was not merely a friendly rival—but a challenge, and the two came head to heat in various bouts and brawls in their time at The Summit, where most if not many collide with one another for fortune, and in gratitude that there they had been chosen for greater purpose. Something told me not too far on that Donovan had many to will and tricks up his sleeve without showing it, and in Louis's visions, he cautioned that I should be wary—although, in the rarer and flickering lights of Donovan's knowing and unknown, I should be careful of Louis and his corners. Then, there wasn't a force amongst us which would lightly convey Louis—his doings and his shadows were dark--which is why I had been fashioned to it, and the powerful man he was beared such a heavy weight on all the world around him that he was nothing less than a storm to weather in total. Then, Donovan was such the luck and clever, loving sprite, that his wit and charm was assuring to my embark; there was no way of truly ever waning in the way that Donovan had winged his way into the arrangement in his favor, but at the very least— disappointing his approval would gain no absolute pleasure beyond the astonishing dissonance of loyalty. Then, there were keepers surrounding the might and the truth of The force that the shadows could not bare— there were times and marks and truths beyond the summit that were merely a facet of the things in the beyond, and in the way that The Source rules over its keepers, and its knowings—there was hardly any way for the niceties of pride, judgment most often throwing its way between dear Donovan Arnold and I. There was no nose that could t smell the stench if the foul odor that the rot of betrayal had done. The way of Donovan was seeking to know, without keeping or honor of heart—and I could not withstand another deep wound in the pit of my own truth. They called him Donovan Arnold Palmer because he made a mean Long Island iced tea— which of course he attributed to his affluent east coast heritage, hailing from a long line of the posh and uptight standard boys and girls of the fools and good old days. A clean cut brown nose and absolute stickler for circumstance and dedication, his placement within these sacred places was vanity, first and foremost—and with a sense of tradition and pride he carried on in the way any man would, with great relief that the world didn't rest on his shoulders the way it did on Louis— then, nothing really rested on anyone the way it did in Louis Greenworth. chapter 5 The gifted saint of revelations “Did he hurt you?” I looked away without knowing where to look at all but down, my body aching with the waves of having been pressed and clutched against the spirals of time. The things I pretend not to know. “Who?” Genie seemed disappointed but still, patiently coaxing me with the comfort of his warmth— calling my eyes and looking deeply into the soul. I was petrified “What happened?”, he persists. “I don't know what your talking about.” , I mumble guiltily. He pauses for a moment as if he knows the depth of it— somewhere inside of me I know he knows, and behind me my mind is reeling and screaming, like a desperate unearthed fortune of unknown. Barely breathing, and shallow in the dark of the luminescence of the moonlight night, my loyalty overwhelms my pride and brotherhood. “What did he say?” Now his eyes fill with the pain and begging for the mercy of truth, as he whispers almost with a whimper, even in his strength and grace. In all those prayers not once had I even the ounce of nerve to think that he had uttered my name— now looking into him but huddled under him in heaps and ruins, I could not remember a time more when I wanted to disacknowledge the unknown and send a heap of words into the capes and canyons of his holy ears, though these things I knew for any time but especially this, I could never speak. “He who?” I can't wake up, I'm a rockstar Can't wash it off And I'm just so high on drugs That no matter the cost I just don't want to come down Don't want to want you anymore Relax. Think about it never or none And wonder what the world becomes when Weather tides and moon songs are no more Remember, then the dolphin And temperament to want what of course All of us covet But still, waking up in a dungeon. What a curse. Also, however What a cure, as you wander up The slithering road that parts Los Angeles from all the north of her Southern coast, If you want specifics The Pacific is at most And much admires Where you are, No matter how far you wander I want I want I want And I get I get I get I'm a rockstar. Maybe after all those times Being just the girl that all might have died to have been And getting mad over it You wake up to find yourself A stalker Who doesn't Leave the apartment And just watches the come up Of the songbird Who just wishes She had've gone To Harvard Not for law school But the arts, You know You lost a fortune That wasn't clever You wrote a hospital long report And look what you got! A suffix And later on an honorary doctorate But look at Letterman Hardly recognizable And after all The stopwatch just starts over at one Doesn't it Doesn't it? I'm a rockstar And what you wanted Was no subtle front But a surfboard and a ping pong table Writing your fables in the quiet of the night With the ocean steady lapping under the docks And not Collapsing her whole structure What a thunderous wave If you think it's time Then you haven't caved yet I offer all the pleasures of the golden science And as alchemy concerned Its really only valuable on this planet As it stands the liquid gold mines here Haven't budged an ounce— There's an overflow of all you've ever wanted With a pungent odor Or wrongdoing done And lemonade To pucker And to ponder over S'mores for supper, anyone? I thought not -KR. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project™ ] {Enter The Multiverse} L E G E N D S: ICONS Tales of A Superstar DJ The Secret Life of Sunnï Blū Ascension Deathwish -Ū. Copyright © The Festival Project, Inc. ™ | Copyright The Complex Collective © 2019-2025 ™ All Rights Reserved. -Ū.

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JIMMY KIMMEL uses his newfound ability to time shift (not time travel, persay, but to alter many parallels of a given time) to undo joining a college fraternity. Also in the present nothing appears altered. This invisibly and almost even silently skews several multidimensional parallels into disarray. Unknowing st all of this, he seems content with his decision. Then again, he always seems sort of... JIMMY KIMMEL is quietly enjoying his fishing trip. Basking in the wonderful allone ness of solitude and silence, he uncaps a bottle of [insert product placement here] and takes a very hearty swig, letting out a super contended sigh. …content. It is a pictures and perfect day; however, something seems off; just then, as he admires his first catch, hanging from the line over the bow, a GIANT SHARK appears out of the water, snapping up his catch and retreating into the abyss with a thunderous SPLASH. Dripping with dismay (and lots of water) JIMMY KIMMEL explodes with an equally thunderous rage. WHAT THE FUCK! He teeters, sopping wet to the edge of the boat, peering momentarily into the rippling water before he realizes it may not be safe, and in the same glimpse from the side of his squinted unrelentlessly still glistening eyes, realizes that this shark has knocked over and spilled his entire bottle of [insert product placement here] He confusedly and exasperatedly cries out and upward into the skies— THIS IS A LAKE!!! Just a note to remember that I finally perfected my recipe for the absolute best vegan breakfast burrito just previously to writing this. It was delicious. Yes, it was. I— Oh, my god! Parallels, remember! No! (Suddenly eating a burrito) Your memory sucks! It has to. Isn't it all in the culture? I don't know what you're all on about Turned it all on, now i'm off, man Turned it all off, but I laid here for it– Tuned it around, And I payed her for it! How's That Now For an awful apocalypse All on the top of the grant And the ground And the landmine The top of the mountain The tip of the iceberg the tell of the tails And tails of the sweet custom made to order Suits and ties Of course don't rock the boat If you know its yours! JIMMY KIMMEL stares into the distance as baby shark blares over the common room television screen–he appears to be babysitting, but his look is so far off, you wouldn't know he was in the room. The baby shark song seems to drum up some uncomfortable memories from fishing over the weekend. He squints with disdain over the incident with a weary glean in his eyes; this is not something you discuss with other people. Isn't it all in the coat tails? It's toxic, but i've never been a model Or even wanted, so What are all the hot blondes at the office on about? You wanted the host of the talk show, And woke up to croissants and roses, orange juice and probable cause for your lawsuit, But in the moment you loved it So what's everyone on about? Isn't it all in the cufflinks? The stuff you don't tell to your home folks; The homegrown and midwestern corn folks, Discussing your show over corn flakes? So what's everyone on about? Let us just be honest, I didn't know how deep it was Until i opened up pandoras box, And thought, “What the fuck, I've found a horxcrux.” I've found a goldmine, I've got the fox and the hare all in one here, What a show host What a conundrum, What a construct, What a hopeless homonid What a heart to want nothing but To put the top Back on the box And walk away Unknowing all Of what I saw –Middle Days. There's no Tonight Show where I'm from No late night, And no radio hosts No television, no songs No one to lead us on And then to no where No one to cut us off Before the road opens No one to Stop us at the railroad enclosures And no one at all named Love Don't you know that the idea of all of you at all Is just so comfortable, mountain or a horse? Capable and strong? Don't you know the mold of you has sunk into my heart And formed a hole Where all the world will go, When i'm no longer mourning? Are you sure you want to– No. Not at all? I already did! But I saw this thing– Don't tell me about my death. But you were there. That's the thing, actually, you're not understanding– I wasn't. But– Quite possibly everyone and everything around me– Possibly even, or most probably, everything ever– But I promise, Jimmy, if that is even your name– It isn't– exactly. Everything happening–or unhappening in the moment– was everything but me. But– Goodbye! But– Goodbye, I said! I told you it was a deathtrap. That lady is crazy. I'm telling you, have faith! It makes sense. It doesn't make sense! It does make sense. It's just random–gibberish. Its absolutely ludicrous, Jimmy. She's crazy! You're youre right; it is ludicrous, actually, but listen to me— I'm finished listening. Yeah. I think i've heard about enough. But you haven't heard anything! I have now what I needed to know. But these writings… We'll take it from here, Jim. [The suits walk away.] I hope you're flame retardant. I ought to be by now, i guess. Double check your coverage. How'd that go. As expected. At least you expected it. There isn't anything around here I haven't been expecting lately. I mean. V.O. I've been working here for over twenty years… At least you're not being haunted by ghosts or anything. [The irony is in that yes, actually, he is talking to a ghost.] I get it (ripped apart) He's in the music away and carrying with it –you're on! A signal, A ghost– A sacrifice, A ritual, you're on again, Then off again The pitter patter of the dismissive members of Upper society, High ranking elitists And businussmen whom you admire astonishingly Despite discomfort, Whom, happen to no doubt Disapprove of you by nature And yet, Are also drawn To your own power Circumstance Judgement Morals Traditions Honors, Representatives of the establishment The state (no longer a democracy) Repression– All in writer's room revisions What happened? I haven't kept it safe or sacred One tear over Only out the left eye Listen, the marytr I opened a death trap I opened my widened mind To the unknown and impossible, Swallowed it whole with the lot of you I died with knowing only the lowest of the totem pole And yet, low and behold Now, I rise to the top, And such is known that without the bottom, The whole log topples over. Oh wow. I'm famous. Yes, and? It kind of hurts. Eventually that goes away. What a sensation. It's always there. You just stop feeling it. It lingers in on a sunday night, And at most on the full moon, no wolves howling; It sets in in the bunny ears atop the chatterbox In the kitchen, where It outshines us, from the other room On the radio tower, Where in time the vines have climbed And now flower bloom In silent golden era tunes, The tombs of all our knowledge and our light To fade with every passing hour here Goodnight, my son I do not want to know you Goodbye, my father, I do not want to rust And again I wake in the pain and lure of autumn To never known a summer song, And ponder on the dusk It lingers deep on Sunday evening, Setting hard on Monday morn, and though i write so fond of JImmy I dare often dream of Lorne Chapter Four Donovan Arnold was a lover and not a fighter. He never much had too come up against any kind of battle, either, because he was quite prone to always getting exactly what he wanted. Louis Greenworth was not merely a friendly rival—but a challenge, and the two came head to heat in various bouts and brawls in their time at The Summit, where most if not many collide with one another for fortune, and in gratitude that there they had been chosen for greater purpose. Something told me not too far on that Donovan had many to will and ticks up his sleeve without showing it, and in Louis's visions, he cautioned that I should be wary—although, in the rarer and flickering lights of Donovan's knowing and unknown, I should be csrefyl of Louis and his corners. Then, there wasn't a force amongst us which would lightly convey Louis—his doings and his shadows were dark/-which is why I had been fashioned to it, and the powerful man he was beared such a heavy weight on all the world around him that he was nothing less than a storm to weather in total. Then, Donovan was such the luck and clever, loving sprite, that his wit and charm was assuring to my embark; there was no way of truly ever waning in the way that Donovan had winged his way into the arrangement in his favor, but at the very least— disappointing his approval would gain no absolute pleasure beyond the astonishing dissonance of loyalty. Then, there were keepers surrounding the might and the truth if The force that the shadows could not bare— thee were times and marks and truths beyond the summit that were merely a facet of the things in the beyond, and in the way that The Source rules over its keepers, and its knowings—there was hardly any way for the nicities of pride, judgment most often throwing its way between dear Donovan Arnold and I. There was no nose that could t smell the stench if the foul odor that the rot of betrayal had done. The way of Donovan was seeking to know, without keeping or honor of heart—and I could not withstand another deep wound in the pit of my own truth. They called him Donovan Arnold Palmer because he made a mean Long Island iced tea— which of course he attributed to his affient east coast heritage, hailing from a long line of the posh and uptight standard boys and girls of the fools old days. A clean cut brown nose and absolute stickler for circumstance and dedication, his placement within these sacred places was vanity, first and foremost—and with a sense of tradition and pride he carried on in the way any man would, with great relief that the world didn't rest on his shoulders the way it did on Louis— then, nothing really rested on anyone the way it did in Louis Greenworth. chapter 5 The gifted saint of revelations “Did he hurt you?” I looked away without knowing where to look at all but down, my body aching with the waves of having been pressed and clutched against the spirals of time. The things I pretend not to know. “Who?” Genie seemed disappointed but still, patiently coaxing me with the comfort of his warmth— calling my eyes and looking deeply into the soul. I was petrified “What happened?”, he persists. “I don't know what your talking about.” , I mumble guiltily. He pauses for a moment as if he knows the depth of it— somewhere inside of me I know he knows, and behind me my mind is reeling and screaming, like a desperate unearthed fortune of unknown. Barely breathing, and shallow in the dark of the luminescence of the moonlight night, my loyalty overwhelms my pride and brotherhood. “What did he say?” Now his eyes fill with the pain and begging for the mercy of truth, as he whispers almost with a whimper, even in his strength and grace. In all those prayers not once had I even the ounce of nerve to think that he had uttered my name— now looking into him but huddled under him in heaps and ruins, I could not remember a time more when I wanted to disacknowlege the unknown and send a heap of words into the capes and canyons of his holy ears, though these things I knew for any time but especially this, I could never speak. “He who?” I can't wake up, I'm a rockstar Can't wash it off And I'm just so high on drugs That no matter the cost I just don't want to come down Don't want to want you anymore Relax. Think about it never or none And wonder what the world becomes when Weather tides and moon songs are no more Remember, then the dolphin And temperment to want what of course All of us covet But still, waking up in a dungeon. What a curse. Also, however What a cure, as you wander up The slithering road that parts Los Angeles from all the north of her Southern coast, If you want specifics The Pacific is at most And much admires Where you are, No matter how far you wander I want I want I want And I get I get I get I'm a rockstar. Maybe after all those times Being just the girl that all might have died to have been And getting mad over it You wake up to find yourself A stalker Who doesn't Leave the apartment And just watches the come up Of the songbird Who just wishes She had've gone To Harvard Not for law school But the arts, You know You lost a fortune That wasn't clever You wrote a hospital long report And look what you got! A suffix And later on an honorary doctorate But look at Letterman Hardly recognizable And after all The stopwatch just starts over at one Doesn't it Doesn't it? I'm a rockstar And what you wanted Was no subtle front But a surfboard and a ping pong table Writing your fables in the quiet of the night With the ocean steady lapping under the docks And not Collapsing her whole structure What a thunderous wave If you think it's time Then you haven't caved yet I offer all the pleasures of the golden science And as alchemy concerned Its really only valuable on this planet As it stands the liquid gold mines here Haven't budged an ounce— There's an overflow of all you've ever wanted With a pungent odor Or wrongdoing done And lemonade To pucker And to ponder over S'mores for supper, anyone? I thought not -KR. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project™ ] {Enter The Multiverse} L E G E N D S: ICONS Tales of A Superstar DJ The Secret Life of Sunnï Blū Ascension Deathwish -Ū. Copyright © The Festival Project, Inc. ™ | Copyright The Complex Collective © 2019-2025 ™ All Rights Reserved. -Ū. DJ NAMES: -Ū. | Happy Accidents! [H∆!], c o l o r s, Uptown A GENRE TAGS: ACID, ELECTRONIC, EXPERIMENTAL, DANCE, DUBSTEP DESCRIPTION: Prepare for sonic seismic activity! "Freaky Fridays" with the enigmatic -Ū. is about to detonate on the airwaves, bringing you the biggest bass explosion since the Big Bang itself! Climb aboard the mothership every Friday from 11 AM to 1 PM and launch your weekend into orbit with a mind-bending blend of clever soundwaves and subterranean bass frequencies that stretch from infinity and beyond. Forget the surface – the sound of the underground is pure fire and untamed heat with DJ -Ū. at the helm. This mononymous maestro, sometimes materializing under the mysterious and mesmerizing aliases Happy Accidents, c o l o r s, or even the warehouse tycoon Uptown A, is a sonic enigma. Though a Californian beach bum at heart, with a soul steeped in ocean vibes and sunshine, this DJ has found a home for her dance-fueled chaos in the industrial heartland of dance music, Brooklyn. Get ready for a swift punch of chaotic wonder as -Ū. seamlessly blends the Hollywood movie magic of her homeland – think swaying palms and suave vibes – with the gritty twists and turns from the bunkers of bass music: dubstep, UK garage, techno, new wave, drum-n-bass, and genre-bending mind-fluxes that defy categorization. But wait: There's More! -Ū. isn't just about the bass. This sonic time traveler digs deep into generations of music history, unearthing classic rock anthems, psychedelic soundscapes, trance-inducing rhythms, and those precious b-sides and rarities – forgotten gems from the stage, silver screen, and even the epic realms of fantasy, action, and adventure from blockbuster hits to obscure and insane. -Ū. is a one-of-a-kind Pandora's record box, unleashing a thrilling mix of sonic atrocities and unexpected delights – the sounds you didn't know you were craving. 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It's SuperCoach carnage! Injuries and suspensions have hit SuperCoaches hard with a number of SuperCoach studs set to miss extended time. The Phantom and Chief react to the breaking news that the Lair's beloved Horney One - Jason Horne-Francis - is OUT, joining Nic Martin, Tristan Xerri, and likely Connor Rozee as sudden SuperCoach dilemmas. What do we do!? The Phantom outlines the top targets in the face of this carnage, with an eye towards value, then break down every possible Xerri replacement in the ruck line. Phants also sizzles in the pan following THAT call he made last week... Enjoying the Lair? Please leave us a rating and review! All the latest SuperCoach news and articles: linktr.ee/supercoachafl Watch the podcast on CODE Sports YouTube Channel. CHAPTERS:Xerri, Martin, Rozee carnage (00:00)BREAKING - Horne-Francis out (01:30)Phantom's Nic Martin call (03:00)Round 18 wrap, heroes, villains (05:30)What to do with Rozee? (10:20)MORE news (Touk, Daicos, Marshall) (13:30)Phantom’s top targets! (15:30)Tristan Xerri replacements! (23:00)Our final thoughts (41:00)We call Five Names (43:40) Hosts:The Phantom: @ThePhantomSC /XDos: @HKDos /XSimeon Thomas-Wilson (in spirit): @Simeon_TW /X Produced by Haydn Kenny. Recorded on Monday July 14, 2025. Follow SuperCoach AFL on X. Follow SuperCoach AFL on Instagram. Follow SuperCoach AFL on TikTok. Like SuperCoach AFL on Facebook. Subscribe on CODE Sports YouTube Channel. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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Rob Lowe: True, or False? What's the question? You have access to a hidden realm and/or an open portal. And/ Or? True or False, Rob Lowe. And, or “or”? Distinctively either, actually. ___ Oh, fuck, oh fuck–fuck! You look lost. Look less lost. How am I supposed to know how I look? Look in a mirror. I was told not to do that. No, you should do that. But what if I backshift. You won't backshift, it's impossible. Oh, FUCK. FUCK. Dude, what happened! I backshifted! I told you! Who did you tell? That wasn't me. What! Where did you go? I don't know, I – look, Oh shit. that is so dangerous. Shut up. Other people are trying to get through this portal. That's fucked up. Total mistake. You should close it. NO can do. What. Listen, it's–disgusting, really, I should never admit this but– Don't tell me. You're right. I opened this portal under contractual obligation. You what. No. I know. Listen–I wish I hadn't, but– “but” It really did sweeten the deal. What deal. …”the” deal, alright. No, not alright, Rob Lowe. You listen to me! I'm listening. Barely, but– With whom exactly did you make this “contract” with, exactly? Oh, you know. No, I don't know, which is why I'ma asking. True or false? You get one. I told you, now that's done! You know the rules. No. Not true or false. No… Truth…or DARE. Are you kidding me? Does this seem like a joke, to you? A long running one, sort of! In fact, it was a long running joke– and I was the butt of it. Or the head. Or both. Maybe I was the whole pinata…but that's another entire story…sort of. Listen to me. No, you listen to ME. Okay, I'm listening. Someone up the ladder knew I was writing this–what seemed like complete nonsense, but after years of curation, actually turned out to be… A movie script! A movie?! What kind of movie?! Actually, it looks like… several… Several what? Several manuscripts, some sort of… Some sort of what? Oh my gosh…I…you know what? What? Let me see. I shouldn't be…I shouldn't be reading this. Why, what happened? No… Let me see. It all somehow started to make sense… Rob Lowe and his impeccable professionalism, The books i'd found in the Little Free Library–that lady on the train writing a five-season television series… and most importantly, all the weird shit that happened in the DJ world before my, well… Blū, what are you doing? I don't know yet. Imminent collapse. Little by little, all of the things started adding up–but there still was no definitive answer. Not at all. True or False: Oh, boy, here we go. Once inducted into this secret union, one who is asked True or False must answer so truthfully to anything they are asked to follow–however, the limit to such a question is one. You know the rules. So this better be good. Oh trust me. It is. Why would I ever trust you? Trust me, then. Either of you?! Good point. What's the question? {Enter The Multiverse} OPRAH and GAYLE are eating a lustrous supper over an episode of their newest favorite, most bingable series, {Enter The Multiverse} when OPRAH receives an anonymous call. GAYLE leans in over the smart receiver and observes the incoming call; in anticipation of the series premiere, the ringer is silenced, but the notification appears in a flurry of flashing lights and a calm, vibrational tone. GAYLE KING Hm. OPRAH WINFREY What's that? GAYLE KING Someone's calling. OPRAH WINFREY Who? (Ah-ha) GAYLE KING Unlisted. OPRAH and GAYLE look at one another suspiciously. OPRAH. The audacity. NO ONE–and that is, very seriously NOBODY, calls OPRAH WINFREY anonymously. GAYLE KING Indeed. The receiver continues to flash and vibrate; seemingly odd enough, a storm of thunder and lightning appears to have begun outside; OPRAH'S insanely large panoramic windows begin to pitter patter as the lightning seems to nearly syncronize with the flashing of the receiver. GAYLE KING (CONT'D) Answer it? OPRAH …might as well. GAYLE (biting into her dinner, but answering telepathically) Should be interesting… ENTER THE MULTIVERSE cannot be paused; it is live broadcasted and transmitted from an unknown extra terrestrial satellite signal in the great and ever-expanding cosmos in an unknown realm. Because of this, its availability has been limited to only the wealthy elite, the higher ranks of the entertainment community, extra terrestrial colonies far and wide, and most recently, the global governments on earth as they attempt to track down the origin of this mysterious signal in deep space. ok. OPRAH answers. HELLO? As she accepts the call, the screen becomes available to see with whom she is sharing this conversation, however, bizarrely enough–the very scene plastered onto the giant screen is her very own setting in real time–OPRAH has ENTERED THE MULTIVERSE. GAYLE See. {ENTER THE MULTIVERSE: L E G E N D S} THE ICONS: PART I Oh Jesus. Yeah, we're gonna need all the help we can get. BUTTERS (RYAN REYNOLDS) is not okay. OH JESUS. Lil bitz One day, after therapy, i'm goingto make the best girlfriend ever, You want to cheat? Cheat. Just dont hit me. You love drinking? Drink your face off. Just leave mine alone. Do whatever you want actually– excluding physical assault. I swear, i dont care! I wont argue. Just leave me my teeth Rob Lowe: True, or False? What's the question? You have access to a hidden realm and/or an open portal. And/ Or? True or False, Rob Lowe. And, or “or”? Distinctively either, actually. ___ Oh, fuck, oh fuck–fuck! You look lost. Look less lost. How am I supposed to know how I look? Look in a mirror. I was told not to do that. No, you should do that. But what if I backshift. You won't backshift, it's impossible. Oh, FUCK. FUCK. Dude, what happened! I backshifted! I told you! Who did you tell? That wasn't me. What! Where did you go? I don't know, I – look, Oh shit. that is so dangerous. Shut up. Other people are trying to get through this portal. That's fucked up. Total mistake. You should close it. NO can do. What. Listen, it's–disgusting, really, I should never admit this but– Don't tell me. You're right. I opened this portal under contractual obligation. You what. No. I know. Listen–I wish I hadn't, but– “but” It really did sweeten the deal. What deal. …”the” deal, alright. No, not alright, Rob Lowe. You listen to me! I'm listening. Barely, but– With whom exactly did you make this “contract” with, exactly? Oh, you know. No, I don't know, which is why I'ma asking. True or false? You get one. I told you, now that's done! You know the rules. No. Not true or false. No… Truth…or DARE. Are you kidding me? Does this seem like a joke, to you? A long running one, sort of! In fact, it was a long running joke– and I was the butt of it. Or the head. Or both. Maybe I was the whole pinata…but that's another entire story…sort of. Listen to me. No, you listen to ME. Okay, I'm listening. Someone up the ladder knew I was writing this–what seemed like complete nonsense, but after years of curation, actually turned out to be… A movie script! A movie?! What kind of movie?! Actually, it looks like… several… Several what? Several manuscripts, some sort of… Some sort of what? Oh my gosh…I…you know what? What? Let me see. I shouldn't be…I shouldn't be reading this. Why, what happened? No… Let me see. It all somehow started to make sense… Rob Lowe and his impeccable professionalism, The books i'd found in the Little Free Library–that lady on the train writing a five-season television series… and most importantly, all the weird shit that happened in the DJ world before my, well… Blū, what are you doing? I don't know yet. Imminent collapse. Little by little, all of the things started adding up–but there still was no definitive answer. Not at all. True or False: Oh, boy, here we go. Once inducted into this secret union, one who is asked True or False must answer so truthfully to anything they are asked to follow–however, the limit to such a question is one. You know the rules. So this better be good. Oh trust me. It is. Why would I ever trust you? Trust me, then. Either of you?! Good point. What's the question? {Enter The Multiverse} OPRAH and GAYLE are eating a lustrous supper over an episode of their newest favorite, most bingable series, {Enter The Multiverse} when OPRAH receives an anonymous call. GAYLE leans in over the smart receiver and observes the incoming call; in anticipation of the series premiere, the ringer is silenced, but the notification appears in a flurry of flashing lights and a calm, vibrational tone. GAYLE KING Hm. OPRAH WINFREY What's that? GAYLE KING Someone's calling. OPRAH WINFREY Who? (Ah-ha) GAYLE KING Unlisted. OPRAH and GAYLE look at one another suspiciously. OPRAH. The audacity. NO ONE–and that is, very seriously NOBODY, calls OPRAH WINFREY anonymously. GAYLE KING Indeed. The receiver continues to flash and vibrate; seemingly odd enough, a storm of thunder and lightning appears to have begun outside; OPRAH'S insanely large panoramic windows begin to pitter patter as the lightning seems to nearly syncronize with the flashing of the receiver. GAYLE KING (CONT'D) Answer it? OPRAH …might as well. GAYLE (biting into her dinner, but answering telepathically) Should be interesting… ENTER THE MULTIVERSE cannot be paused; it is live broadcasted and transmitted from an unknown extra terrestrial satellite signal in the great and ever-expanding cosmos in an unknown realm. Because of this, its availability has been limited to only the wealthy elite, the higher ranks of the entertainment community, extra terrestrial colonies far and wide, and most recently, the global governments on earth as they attempt to track down the origin of this mysterious signal in deep space. ok. OPRAH answers. HELLO? As she accepts the call, the screen becomes available to see with whom she is sharing this conversation, however, bizarrely enough–the very scene plastered onto the giant screen is her very own setting in real time–OPRAH has ENTERED THE MULTIVERSE. GAYLE See. {ENTER THE MULTIVERSE: L E G E N D S} THE ICONS: PART I Oh Jesus. Yeah, we're gonna need all the help we can get. BUTTERS (RYAN REYNOLDS) is not okay. OH JESUS. Lil bitz One day, after therapy, i'm goingto make the best girlfriend ever, You want to cheat? Cheat. Just dont hit me. You love drinking? Drink your face off. Just leave mine alone. Do whatever you want actually– excluding physical assault. I swear, i dont care! I wont argue. Just leave me my teeth Do you think it will work? I don't know, Conan, I don't know! Conan O'Brien?! Where did you find Conan O'Brien on such short notice? It was actually pretty easy. I don't think that's real thunder but i'm impressed with the teatrical… Is that not real lightning? It is, but. That's it. Conan, hold this. What. CONAN O'BRIEN is STRUCK by LIGHTENING. It's a-half-past eternity–where the fuck are you? The daunting this was, I hadn't any idea at all how much time had passed… Not really. I'm coming…i'm running late. Tell me about it? Under the circumstances, there really are no straightforward conversions of time between your world and mine–or, our worlds and yours. You mean. How much time you got? Forever. It would take forever and a day to show you even just the slightest of mine, and what I have to offer. But… But what… I should go… Well, go then. …but… The doors are open. This is heavy. The thing is, in navigating between this realm and that, many are lost–and also, many wonder as to what becomes of times past, and all in all, unnoticed, many things are not at all, or never were–or…never again. ANDRE 3000 I know it's coming… ANDRE 3000 slides smoothly, leaning back until the grand piano on his back stands on its own legs on the crystalline floor of the clouded paradox; a glistening void in the kingdom of the unknown, where much time is spend, in the journey of pondering. Now he is laying down on the piano and flat on his back, horizontal to the golden glow of the purplish horizon in this place, seeping into a quiet unknown, waiting– ANDRE 3000 …and here I will wait. Man, this show is so weird. I know, you would think i'm on drugs. I wish. WISH? Oh God, here comes this guy again. Whose this guy? I don't know! He grants my wishes! I'm a–fairy–I think. Right. Whatever. Ooh. Wait. Is this for me? I can't memorize all these things. Playing all these characters. That's – seriously? Seriously. Stop caving. I'm caving. You are–quite possibly the only anybody, who can play this part at all. “The Only Anybody” Nobody was someone indeed But still noone, nobody at all, in fact Until… You sold your soul to the devil! …so? *gasp* Hey. What gives. True–or False. Huh. That's funny. No one's ever asked me. How come? [beat] I'm assuming like, they wouldn't want the answer. (shrugs nonchalantly) Wow. That's… You're using my own time travel theory–against me! Technically it was proven through experimentation and is now– a law. FUCK. Uh. You're welcome! You're ruining my life! No, i'm fixing it. INCORRECT. You know i can barely breathe in here… And why is it that we would happen me to connected, commander?! Interlogues, and interlogues of space, my captain– I promorged bodies and bodies over your arrival, imdending my great death, For mere mortals to come! For sport? “For sport!” heaven's gates! You seem aroused… Ar least have mercy on these gracious keepsakes. I keep praying for these aches to pass and subside–days, weeks, months even I can barely open my eyes… This is no fortunate thought. I beg mercy. {ENTER THE MULTIVERSE} THE LIBRARY (working title) CAST: THE COMMISSIONER - Adam Sandler THE GENERAL- JIMMY KIMMEL THE CONSTABLE - KATT WILLIAMS THE ADMIRAL- JIMMY FALLON PEONY - CONAN O'BRIEN SUPPORTING {ENTER THE MULTIVERSE} INTERLUDES - WHOOPI GOLDBERG “Interludes and Expressions” Oh, so there are women? Eventually. But also– Not quite. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project™ ] {Enter The Multiverse} L E G E N D S: ICONS Tales of A Superstar DJ The Secret Life of Sunnï Blū Ascension Deathwish -Ū. Copyright © The Festival Project, Inc. ™ | Copyright The Complex Collective © 2019-2025 ™ All Rights Reserved. -Ū.

Matt has been a bad geek lately. He's barely seen or done or read anything. And just listen to him try to speak! What the heck is happening? Luckily Justin has still seen movies and stuff.

Markets stayed mostly in the red as Trump dug in on tariffs and set a hard August deadline. Copper jumped, pharma slipped, and Prime Day failed to lift Amazon shares.Just a quick reminder, Capital Markets Quickie is brought to you by AMF Capital AG, Asset Management Frankfurt, your leading provider for individual investment solutions and mutual funds. Visit https://www.amf-capital.de for more information.>>> Make sure to check out my newsletter "Cela's Weekly Insights":https://endritcela.com/newsletter/>>> You can subscribe here to our YouTube Channel “MVP – Main Value Partners”:https://www.youtube.com/@MainValue>>> Visit my website for more information:http://www.endritcela.com>>> Follow me on LinkedIn:https://www.linkedin.com/in/endrit-cela/>>> Follow me on Instagram:https://www.instagram.com/endritcela_official/Disclaimer for "Capital Markets Quickie" Podcast:The views and opinions expressed on this podcast are based on information available at the time of recording and reflect the personal perspectives of the host. They do not represent the viewpoints of any other projects, cooperations, or affiliations the host may be involved in. "Capital Markets Quickie" does not offer financial advice. Before making any financial decisions, please conduct your own due diligence and consult with a financial advisor.

This week Erik and Aidan jump into the first week of Wimbledon, discussing the crazy first few rounds which featured the fall of many high seeded players. This included some of the tournament favorites, like Zverev, Medvedev, Musetti, and Draper. Meanwhile, the top two seeds of Alcaraz and Sinner were able to survive and move on, despite a five set scare for Alcaraz in the opening round and Sinner falling two sets behind against Dimitrov. Now going into week two the guys preview the final few rounds and give some predictions about what they expect to happen later on in the tournament. Be sure to check back next week for a recap of the final few rounds and the tournament overall!Contents:Intro 0:00Wimbledon Experience 1:00Early Upsets 5:25Sinner Stumbles and Alcaraz Survives 16:00Djokovic's 100th Wimbledon Win 19:40Week 2 Preview 20:50Segments 32:40

Adam Hawk and Ryan Engle recap their holiday weekends, fix airline travel and take a bat to Keegan Bradley. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

How to Dodge a Cannonball is a razor-sharp satire that dives into the heart of the Civil War, hilariously questioning the essence of the fight, not just for territory, but for the soul of America.How to Dodge a Cannonball (Henry Holt, 2025) is funnier than the Civil War should ever be. It follows Anders, a teenage idealist who enlists and reenlists to shape the American Future―as soon as he figures out what that is, who it includes, and why everyone wants him to die for it. Escaping his violently insane mother is a bonus.Anders finds honor as a proud Union flag twirler―until he's captured. Then he tries life as a diehard Confederate―until fate asks him to die hard for the Confederacy at Gettysburg. Barely alive, Anders limps into a Black Union regiment in a stolen uniform. While visibly white, he claims to be an octoroon, and they claim to believe him. Only then does his life get truly strange.His new brothers are even stranger, including a science-fiction playwright, a Haitian double agent, and a former slave feuding with God. Despite his best efforts, Anders starts seeing the war through their eyes, sparking ill-timed questions about who gets to be American or exploit the theater of war. Dennard Dayle's satire spares no one as doomed charges, draft riots, gleeful arms dealers, and native suppression campaigns test everyone's definition of loyalty.Uproariously funny and revelatory, How to Dodge a Cannonball asks if America is worth fighting for. And then answers loudly. Read it while it's still legal. You can find author Dennard Dayle at his newsletter. And I am your host, Sullivan Summer. You can find me online, on Instagram, and on Substack, where she and Dennard went to talk about Cannonball spoilers. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/new-books-network

How to Dodge a Cannonball is a razor-sharp satire that dives into the heart of the Civil War, hilariously questioning the essence of the fight, not just for territory, but for the soul of America.How to Dodge a Cannonball (Henry Holt, 2025) is funnier than the Civil War should ever be. It follows Anders, a teenage idealist who enlists and reenlists to shape the American Future―as soon as he figures out what that is, who it includes, and why everyone wants him to die for it. Escaping his violently insane mother is a bonus.Anders finds honor as a proud Union flag twirler―until he's captured. Then he tries life as a diehard Confederate―until fate asks him to die hard for the Confederacy at Gettysburg. Barely alive, Anders limps into a Black Union regiment in a stolen uniform. While visibly white, he claims to be an octoroon, and they claim to believe him. Only then does his life get truly strange.His new brothers are even stranger, including a science-fiction playwright, a Haitian double agent, and a former slave feuding with God. Despite his best efforts, Anders starts seeing the war through their eyes, sparking ill-timed questions about who gets to be American or exploit the theater of war. Dennard Dayle's satire spares no one as doomed charges, draft riots, gleeful arms dealers, and native suppression campaigns test everyone's definition of loyalty.Uproariously funny and revelatory, How to Dodge a Cannonball asks if America is worth fighting for. And then answers loudly. Read it while it's still legal. You can find author Dennard Dayle at his newsletter. And I am your host, Sullivan Summer. You can find me online, on Instagram, and on Substack, where she and Dennard went to talk about Cannonball spoilers. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/literature

How to Dodge a Cannonball is a razor-sharp satire that dives into the heart of the Civil War, hilariously questioning the essence of the fight, not just for territory, but for the soul of America.How to Dodge a Cannonball (Henry Holt, 2025) is funnier than the Civil War should ever be. It follows Anders, a teenage idealist who enlists and reenlists to shape the American Future―as soon as he figures out what that is, who it includes, and why everyone wants him to die for it. Escaping his violently insane mother is a bonus.Anders finds honor as a proud Union flag twirler―until he's captured. Then he tries life as a diehard Confederate―until fate asks him to die hard for the Confederacy at Gettysburg. Barely alive, Anders limps into a Black Union regiment in a stolen uniform. While visibly white, he claims to be an octoroon, and they claim to believe him. Only then does his life get truly strange.His new brothers are even stranger, including a science-fiction playwright, a Haitian double agent, and a former slave feuding with God. Despite his best efforts, Anders starts seeing the war through their eyes, sparking ill-timed questions about who gets to be American or exploit the theater of war. Dennard Dayle's satire spares no one as doomed charges, draft riots, gleeful arms dealers, and native suppression campaigns test everyone's definition of loyalty.Uproariously funny and revelatory, How to Dodge a Cannonball asks if America is worth fighting for. And then answers loudly. Read it while it's still legal. You can find author Dennard Dayle at his newsletter. And I am your host, Sullivan Summer. You can find me online, on Instagram, and on Substack, where she and Dennard went to talk about Cannonball spoilers. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/american-studies

S18: Ep.194- you barely know each other, do you go half on the dinner bill? It's the first date, and you two barely know each other. Should you go 50/50? What do you think?

The jury in the Sean “Diddy” Combs trial delivers partial verdicts on four of five charges but remains deadlocked on the most serious count. Vice President JD Vance casts the tie-breaking vote to pass President Trump's Big Beautiful Bill in the Senate, but a revolt brews in the House over deficit concerns and stripped provisions. President Trump tours a new illegal alien detention facility in the Everglades dubbed “Alligator Alcatraz." Lean: Stock up on THE BEST supplements from https://BrickhouseNutrition.com and save BIG—25% OFF EVERYTHING with code FIREWORKS25! Ground News: Use the link https://groundnews.com/megyn to get 40% off the Vantage subscription to see through mainstream media narratives. 

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Démar and Adriel break down Haim's latest album 'I Quit', their closeness to black music and the idea of going 'indie rock mainstream'.Démar's rating: 6 / 10Adriel's rating: 5.5 / 10The Love List: Gone, Relationships, Spinning, Million YearsTimecodes:1:41-  Where does one go after peaking above indie pop mainstream2:26 - In some circles, people know them 4:44 - MJ comparison8:10 - First memory12:28 - This album is kind of like to good and bad of this genre of music  13:24 - Why do you need to reduce your sound to stomp clap 17:13 - Love you right is better than what it is  23:15 - Arlo Parks song27:58 - A ton of songs that could be singles30:00 - Almost too pop  31:34 - Overall good songwriters39:43 - Putting an artist in a category40:41 - What does this mean for their career44:56 - The Cover47:05 - The ScoreFollow us:TikTok: Album Mode: https://www.tiktok.com/@albummodepodAdriel: https://www.tiktok.com/@adrielsmileydotcom Démar: https://www.tiktok.com/@godkingdemiInstagram:Album Mode: https://www.instagram.com/albummodepod/Adriel: https://www.instagram.com/adrielsmileydotcom/Démar: https://www.instagram.com/demarjgrant/Twitter:Album Mode: https://twitter.com/AlbumModepodAdriel: https://twitter.com/AdrielSmiley_Démar: https://twitter.com/DemarJGrant ===================================Haim - I Quit / 2025 / indie, rock, pop, soft rock

Howie Kurtz on the Supreme Court ruling states can block Medicaid funding for Planned Parenthood, questions remaining on the assessment of success of the Iran strike and Andrew Cuomo remaining in NYC mayoral race despite surprise loss to democrat socialist. Follow Howie on Twitter: ⁠⁠⁠@HowardKurtz⁠⁠ ⁠⁠For more #MediaBuzz click here Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Today I'm talking with Luno founder Peter Ducato. Peter is a seasoned entrepreneur and product specialist for the passenger building brands that blend, design, and impact. He's the founder and CEO of Luno, redefining outdoor adventure by turning vehicles into comfortable, ready-to-camp spaces. Facebook   Twitter   Instagram Love the show? Subscribe,  rate, review, and share! Sign up for my Newsletter  HERE I'd love to hear your feedback about the show! You can contact me here:  rick@ricksaez.com He Slept in His Car to Save Money… Then, Accidentally Created a Category What Happened (Personal Story Style): A few years back, Peter D. found himself freezing in the back of a Subaru Outback somewhere near Mammoth Mountain. The wind was howling, the tent felt like a bad idea, and hotels? Not exactly college-student budget friendly. So what did he do? He cozied up in his car with a flimsy hiking pad—and by “cozy,” I mean he survived. Barely. But that freezing weekend ended up being the beginning of something much bigger. When Peter got back home, he grabbed a tape measure, climbed into the back of his car, and started sketching ideas. Because surely sleeping in your car didn't have to feel like punishment. Fast forward a few years—and a misprinted mattress valve later—and Peter had pioneered in-vehicle camping, launched a category-defining brand, and built a company that not only weathered a pandemic launch, but sold out in a month. Principle: What I love most about Peter's journey is this: he didn't wait for the perfect conditions. He leaned into what bugged him. He didn't need a fancy van or huge investors. He started with a real problem, his own two hands, and a stubborn refusal to accept that the outdoors had to mean discomfort. That's a principle worth holding onto: Sometimes the best ideas are born in the middle of discomfort—and yes, even in the back of a freezing Subaru. Transition: Too many of us think we need ideal circumstances before we act. The perfect setup, the funding, the five-year plan. But maybe what's holding you back isn't the market or the money—it's waiting for conditions to be “just right.” It's believing that if you're not ready now, you'll never be. That's Why: That's why I love this episode. It's not just a founder story—it's a permission slip. To start where you are. To use what you've got. To trust that the worst nights can become the best ideas. And to remember that even if you mess up (like mislabeling thousands of mattress valves), people will root for you if you're honest and human. Call to Action (PAS Style): Still waiting for “someday” to start building your thing? That delay is costing you more than time—it's robbing you of momentum. Skip the wait, get inspired, and hear how Peter turned a freezing night into a thriving company.

Law School Lemons & LSAT CeilingsBen and Nathan discuss how law school admissions resemble a “market for lemons,” where students face steep information asymmetries. They highlight tools like the Scholarship Estimator and 509 reports that help applicants manage expectations and avoid overpaying. While there are several ways to strengthen an application, none are as effective as a strong LSAT and GPA.⁠Study with our Free Plan⁠⁠Download our iOS app⁠⁠Watch Episode 512 on YouTube⁠0:26 – Law School Lemon LawDemon student Luca applies the “market for lemons” concept to law school admissions, emphasizing the information gap between applicants and schools. Ben and Nate note that schools often string applicants along without providing transparent pricing. Tools like 509 reports and the Scholarship Estimator help narrow this gap by showing what students might actually pay. Despite the added time and cost, applying broadly remains key to determining your market value.⁠The Disparity Index⁠LSAT Demon Scholarship EstimatorThe Market For Lemons17:36 – Getting In Isn't the GoalBen and Nathan discuss a Reddit post that shared an email in which the University of Oklahoma's law school advised an applicant to raise their LSAT score. Some were outraged, but the data supports it—Oklahoma's median LSAT is 160. They caution against accepting offers where you just meet the medians. Barely squeaking in often means overpaying.23:31 – AnnouncementsAugust LSAT Registration closes June 26th. See all registration details at lsat.link/dates. 25:22 – Holistic ApplicationsExtracurriculars and soft factors help, but only after your LSAT and GPA are competitive. Athletics, internships, and work experience can strengthen your application, but they won't offset weak numbers.29:48 – Tips from Departing DemonsRecent Demon students share what worked for them. Asma recommends “having a conversation with the test” to stay mentally engaged rather than going on autopilot. Another student, LT, shares that they ultimately decided not to pursue a JD, showing that sometimes the best move is to walk away.34:23 – What's My Ceiling?Seth asks if massive LSAT gains—30 or even 40 points—are possible. The guys say yes, but they stress not to rush toward specific schools or deadlines. Instead, slow down, focus on one question at a time, and aim for a minimum of 160. Below that, law school might not be the right investment.39:21 – Personal Statement Gong ShowAmy feels that the Personal Statement Gong Show has given her a great idea of what not to do. Now, she wants to know what makes an elite personal statement. Ben and Nathan highlight some essential lessons using a personal statement from the Gong Show's first celebrity contestant, Demon team member Stefan.1:04:32 - Word of the Week - Aegis[The memoirs] written by royalists, who opposed the Revolution, were published under the monarchy's aegis. Get caught up with our⁠ ⁠Word of the Week⁠⁠ library. 

What happens when two rookie investors buy a fire-damaged, gutted house with zero experience and way too much confidence? Chaos. In this wild episode of The FasterFreedom Show, Sam tells the full unfiltered story of their third property — a literal disaster zone that tested their patience, budget, and sanity. From a roof sign that may have summoned divine flames to plumbing nightmares and selling in the dead of winter, this flip had it all. Hear how they almost drowned (figuratively and literally), what they learned the hard way, and why this deal almost broke them. Mistakes were made — but the lessons were priceless.Free Rental Investment Training: https://freerentalwebinar.comFasterFreedom Capital Connection: https://fasterfreedomcapital.com

Kevin Karagias shares why he isn't worried about today's cash flow. Instead, he's playing the long game—buying properties he knows will pay off as rents rise, values appreciate, and tenants pay down his mortgages.Kevin walks us through his portfolio and the key factors he looks for in a neighborhood. He also explains how he reinvests his cash flow to accelerate his growth, and why he believes time is the real secret to building wealth with rentals.We also dig into a hot debate: 15-year vs. 30-year mortgages. Kevin breaks down the pros and cons of each and how he decided which Is the best option for him.https://rentalincomepodcast.com/episode526Thanks To Our Sponsors:Ridge Lending Group - Making investment Mortgage process simple and stress-free.MidSouth HomeBuyers – Turnkey Rentals In Memphis & Little Rock. Instant Cash Flow On Day One. (Priced between $100,000 to low $200's)

Missy reaches her breaking point when a trio of rowdy cousins turns Jase's peaceful day into full-blown chaos—and Jase gets a front-row seat to her no-nonsense response. Jase, Al, Zach, and Jill are ready to dive into John chapter 8 and explore the concept of true sonship in Jesus rather than slavery to sin. A biscuit opens new doors to friendship as Jill and the guys examine why so many religious groups often miss the true heart of God. In this episode: John 8 “Unashamed” Episode 1107 is sponsored by: https://tomorrowclubs.org/30camps — Help Unashamed Nation disciple 3,000 kids through 30 camps this summer. Visit the website or text 30CAMPS to 44321 today! https://andrewandtodd.com or call 888-888-1172 — These guys are the real deal. Get trusted mortgage guidance and expertise from someone who shares your values! Download the Rocket Money app & tell them you heard about it from Unashamed with the Robertson Family! Apple: https://apps.apple.com/us/app/rocket-money-bills-budgets/id1130616675 Android: https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.truebill&hl=en_US&pli=1 https://myphdweightloss.com — Find out how Al is finally losing weight! Schedule your one-on-one consultation today by visiting the website or calling 864-644-1900. Listen to Not Yet Now with Zach Dasher on Apple, Spotify, iHeart, or anywhere you get podcasts. — Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices