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Today's Song of the Day is “Car Crash” from The Bones of J.R. Jones' album Radio Waves, out now.

Up in the sky! It's a bird! It's a guy in a chair! It's Nathan Fillion! This week Nando DJ and Diggins fly to Metropolis to watch the first movie in the New DCU before they reboot it all in five movies cause that's WB for you, Superman. They nitpick the wars, the spheres, and of course the Joeys.   Recommendations DJ - KPop Demon Hunters (movie) Diggins - Elio (movie), Charles Sumner Conscience of a Nation (book) Nando - Murderbot (series)   Plugs Mostly Nitpicking on Bluesky The Nando v Movies Discord Roses and Rejections Diggins' Substack - A Little Perspective All of Nando's Links   Mostly Nitpicking theme by Nick Porcaro Logo by Michelle Chapman   Stewie in Bones  

In this week's episode of The Bones Booth, Andrew and Maggie discuss season ten episode six of Bones, "The Lost Love in the Foreign Land."

Winter camping in the woods is an event that can be fraught with peril if not properly prepared. Between the elements, animals, and food situation, there is no doubt that it is a fairly dangerous activity to engage in. One man highlights how thin the veil actually is. A man named Jordan Grider would go missing and all they would find isa camp, bones, and blood. But what happened? Lets discuss that in todays episode Thank you for watching Roanoke Tales Title: All They Could Find Were BONES | The Alarming Disappearance Of Jordan Grider Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/RoanokeTalesPatreon Merch: Roanokemerch.com #missingperson #truehorrortales #truestory

Carly Kaminke, Orthopedic Physician Assistant at Riverside Orthopedic Specialists, joins us to discuss how to protect your bones and joints from injury while participating in summer activities, as well as how Riverside Orthopedic Specialists can help treat these injuries.

Craft beer competitions are something we've both judged and attended, but we really never got the lowdown on the inner workings on the pod. Hilary and Christine of the Canada Beer Cup joined Cee, along with Jeff from Saskatchewan's Pile O' Bones and Nokomis Brewing, to chat about how the Canada Beer Cup got started, how they set up the beer judging and why they stick to their processes, how breweries can submit their products, how proceeds are used for the non-profit side, how the Canadian Craft Brewers Association (CCBA) started and how it works, some of the advocacy work they do and some of the recent wins, the history of Pile O' Bones and Nokomis breweries, how the Saskatchewan scene gets down, how winning awards like Best In Show affects a brewery as far as brand reach and staff morale, and why they pair the Canada Beer Cup with the provincial conferences. They got into some gems from Pile O' Bones and Nokomis - Pile O' Bones Quark, Strangeness & Charm Witbier collaboration with Nokomis, Pile O' Bones White IPA, Pile O' Bones Dry Hopped Sour, and Nokomis Levitation Bourbon Barrel-Aged Imperial Stout. This was informative af - enjoy!   Learn more about the Canada Beer Cup: https://canadabeercup.com/   BAOS Podcast   Subscribe to the podcast on YouTube | Website | Theme tune: Cee - BrewHeads

“Look what they eye unearthed,” leaning into the tip of my ear with the warmth and closeness of the coming waves, high tide approaching in the waning moon. “More secrets.” I replied. It was a question but also a statement— there was never such as this the luminescent trace of the glowing lava that was his force and might that I could not see for miles before he would even wander— first in twinkling stars and then later the wind itself and the birds, and then beneath the waves, like the quaking shake of a mighty oak anchored elsewhere and tied to the sea. “So you know.” I was hoping he would kill me before the next time I had to ever really know anything. He was the subject, and the predicate The wrong done, and the justice She was the pride and the prejudice But Judas brings the law Did you look in the box? No, I– [The Box Is The Box] –No, I haven't. Nearly three nights ago, a mysterious box arrived on the doorstep of an equally mysterious writer, who spends their time in isolation due to the often unannounced arrival of various ghosts, spirits, time travelers, and other figures by instant teleportation and other magical forms of transportation into their shabby New York apartment. Some of ya'll got so many air wick plug ins and scentci wax melts you don't know you smell like booboo. It's an illusion. You leave your house, You smell like booboo. I promise. Oh, God, I think I need a drink. Are you alright? Let me just–sit down for a second. Of course. My God. What's wrong. Look, i'm not supposed to say anything about this but. What's wrong? It's nothing, I'm just–I'm in a song. …what? A song! Is that all?! You don't understand. It's not a normal kind of song. It's– [takes a puff of inhaler] You wouldn't understand. Well what's so wrong about being in a song? Its not – a regular song–and it's not [gasping] finished! I still kind of wanted to be a comedian–but I knew I wasn't funny in the way that made sense to keep going and stand up there. I was still writing comedy, but I didn't know how to take myself out of it–the truth was, I was in a lot of pain. A lot of emotional pain that was becoming physical–and I didn't know what to do about it to break the barrier of nervousness and blank slate state of feeling the audience's perceptions of me more overwhelmingly than ever feeling myself. look at this song. I know huh. It's purple. Every time. It is purple. And what is that. Like a muted trombone? IS THAT A TROMBONE? Or a tuba? No, it has to be a trombone…becasue you can hear it slide– And that's what that sound is. What a sneaky rabbit. Super sneaky rabbit. So if i can see all this, I'm almost certainly sure the motorcycles outside and the slamming doors are meant to murder me. I'm sure that's what it is. You ever notice how being broke in New York makes you a bad person? Like, if you're broke, you're just automatically shitty. I never meant to be in New York broke. I never meant to be in New York, But I certainly never meant to be here and be poor, Poor in New York? Automatically a shitty person. Despite how you act. You can be a rich piece of shit— But the status is automatically “You got dough? Oh, alright. Carry on” That's the attitude in New York City. Crap people get by cause they got their hands on some money and the rules in New York say it doesn't really matter how you come by it, As long as you come by it. There's no real rules or real laws to it— Just “Get the money” Well god damn. This makes me nervous. I'm an artist. I've tried everything. I didn't mean to be the automatic enemy here. Of course not. But New York is a terrifying place to me, now, Cause I realized I can be a very sweet, very humble, very honest person— And that kind of shit doesn't matter here, really. It brings you no respect to be decent. It's about the money. So I'm a musician— which in New York also makes me like, Automatically not special, And I'm trying to just be a musician, and so naturally, I'm broke. Like broke in half. Like all my bills are late. But music is my solace. So I'm listening to music, And I'm listening to a song that is so beautiful, that I start to cry. The first time I heard it, it made me cry And I'm listening to it over, and it made me cry And it's so beautiful, and God is so beautiful And look at what God did, So I'm crying, And I don't even know what it is about the beauty of it that's making me cry, But it's making me cry, And New York hears me crying And New York goes “I'll give you something to cry about” And I open my email And there's a bill from my landlord reminding me how often I'm talked about due to my late payments— And I'm realizing I've been here two years and I still don't have any money, Even though I've been trying and trying And trying So now I'm crying for other reasons. Thanks a lot, New York. “I'll give you something to cry about” So I did. If there's anything worse than being black in a city that hates blacks— It's being broke in a city that hates broke people. So I haven't spent any money in awhile. Not even on little things, or things I need. I just stay inside, and work, and think And try and really try To figure out how to make money Without having any, or spending any. Cause you can have it, and spend it, but it's always a gamble. Maybe all I needed was a good cry. But now it's not for the right reasons I'm not crying cause something is so beautiful and look at what God did I'm crying because of what I'm sure is just the devil I'm crying for the wrong things Not because of something that's so very beautiful But because of something that's so very ugly With just a wave of the hand And the flick of each finger as it rolls into a crisp closed palm, A flick of birds fell to the ground, bursting with caws Below his stance, and in a flutter of feathers and wings, The evil master, unmoved and untouched, Untouchable in his weight and glory, simply only even mildly and barely smirks at all. He has defeated all and still somehow, not won. Some say it's sure to come, the thing that wants and gathers ties; Some say surely it is yet but withered and then sure again will come It has, five times, and barely waded, Waking in the midsts of my pure eye, The morning light and fog, aye? Ye, they remembers none but our Art, And I'm bound as sure by wing and force Is you to dozens of masses, And ships having sailed but one, Which I have flourished and kept And stocked with these, the masses And yea having spade, and having friends And having honor, there was none past kept and mine, sured; And wicked may as wicked be but evil none truer thou nones't had yet pured, and muted and gathered, I have, And woken and laid and barren and truths do'st tied, And there have been shooken and wait, And m faire'd and barred here, and hereforth My duty it is to forward, forward, my shallows For my shadow, For my golden hour has shined and now you, These caged shall fly, And these thoughts shall sing, And these hour conspired to miss my time daily, And these things, beytraying that— There have no times at all, These walls in holy temples kept, swaying and cadences, and wearing, and weary, And foreign and ayered, aye— and armored. And he, you, does not wish to know but also has known— and does not wish to see, but he, too has blinded, and does not wish to betray, and yet has been crowned, made with guilt and also Shattered, as it was, And shatters, as it came, the wave o'er all us and tide sinking under, and caves and rebels and heart laid bare to surf not suffer, Nor cap nor keeping, nor tied nor honor, No, honor her; No honor came and I have tied also, this tie to mine, and another, and another and another Now forward. Forward! Forward! Damn, Conan's monologues he going deep. Yeah, I guess. He's fine, right? Look, you don't need this. Just promise me. I am sorry. Mr Jimmy has it good, too good Little sister doesn't have a heart. But didn't know it Mister music made it in the industry, too hat Mister rager had a sip at dinner It was all dramatic Stars went falling Crashing down and All it is Ms. Martha Is mismanagement of energy All it is, Ms. Margret is a magnet And it hasn't happened badly since I had a handle on it But I still get sick of madness And I still get sick with city sickness Still, forget the dancer I was sitting on the show, In the audience With my mother, Oh the models, Dozens of them Blondes and ballet buns, the brunettes I was just a lost cause And I wanted it all, the tux and the bow tie I wanted you gone so I looked at it harder Until It became nothing but Clouds in the sky You were stardust I'm a comet Here comes crashing, Had to find the progress report Then I lost it Soggy in the sideways rain It was days and days Do you promise? That's a concept? Do you promise God will be alright, Cause I came running Sent them under cover Sent the men a message Send the man a hammer Sitting in a hammock No one homes the hostile If you don't have anything nice to say Then don't say anything at all And certainly don't come and go As often as you want to It's a game of control; you know The whites, when they still want to own you Somehow I'm all sub so honest, I just—wanted that But only for a man and never bow to another woman Even if on my honor I found us as equals And no one walks the earth as calmly As someone whose never had their lights out Or had their light put out Or their lights turned off Who are God now? Who's our God, man? Who's our God, Math. That's heavy weight, And if you want a biblical fate This is Fallon, And if you watch what you ate You cut calories And if you want the girl back Give it Californian And I'm not towrth much more Than the project housing, Or a handful of candy corn, Conan— But I phone in Oscars, Still no nuts for the rabbit, And if you wanted the bunker back— You can have it. I'm all hands down in a game of poker Heaven doesn't want it Gotta get drunk not once, but at all the goalposts, Gotta count one, not two, the show hosts Too few car parts Wicked, mazes, starfold, gazes Wishes, Martyred. (But pronounced mar-tired} V.O I think about jay Leno a lot. Lately, anyway. I don't know why. I like all the hosts. Somebody. Tell me why Dillon Francis looks like JD Vance. I think he's a clone. Tel me why I know who JD Vance is. They're clones. Tell me why. Back to the future here and now So. Where do you want to go? Anywhere but here. Anywhere but here is kind of far, are you sure you're up for it? Good one, doc Though head of the alumni chapter of the cult-within a cult—to which each African American cast member of Saturday night live is automatically inducted into— EDDIE MURPHY refuses to participate in the group's latest and most complicated ritual. Delivery. Uh, I didn't order any— Breadsticks. What. Breadsticks. I didn't order any— Just— The delivery man hands over the breadsticks. —take them. Oh…Kay. See ya. The delivery man reaches in and shuts the door himself. Uh… Lol is this the one where the mysterious breadsticks are delivered without ever being ordered, and then they end up being the best breadsticks in the world, but they don't know where they came from? Yes. I think so. Lol I bought a planner because so much I loved Joan Rivers, and I planned to fill it with all the places I should go— because keeping anything digital online was not only not working as far as remembering places I wanted or needed to be be, but it was dangerous, also. I was already being tracked, and I couldn't afford a new phone just yet. Eventually, but for now I was stuck to the same signal— which meant the same traces and the same trackers they had been limiting my under-the-radar mystique. As it were, somebody always knew where I was, and it was in the most unpleasant way so far—the only thing I really wandered was what made me so important anyway to begin with. I wasn't actually political in anyway, and still someone seemed to be trying to derail my life… or at least control it, neither of which was beneficial for me in the way that made sense. I wasn't having any fun, nor did I consider living indoors as payment— especially since indoors, there were also paid plants and stalkers, and now that I had begun to more meticulously document the things that were happening, it was easy to separate from delusions. I was actually being followed— but why? Either way, having a detailed. Calendar of places I could go, the ways to get there and even alternate functions within the same grid allowed more control than just staying in my apartment a sitting duck; that's how they were hurting me. They knew where I was— all the time, and it no longer made sense to fight it and try to make music under this kind of insane irritation; the music I was making wasn't the kind I wanted anyway, and whatever war they were fighting with m stark white girls motorcycles was simply not my war. I didn't have a war, and so there wasn't a fight, and so at the very least if I were going to be fucked with, it would have to be in public; that way I had more control to steer whatever was happening in my favor and collect the energy as mine instead of lost. I wasn't an insane person— but what had been happening at my apartment was insane, and so I left it with the understanding that these people worked and operated on a level of violence and ignorance I would never be able to comprehend; they were simply tools for the devil, which in any case, was always the lesser than God. However— because I was starting to figure out who I was, and that I had some sort of power, I knew that I was going to be attacked— because it seemed my power had at the very least not been figured out as to some kind of way to make somebody else money. I had been studying Michael Jackson and this was a key indication that the way his talent priovided a power which would be used as a service, he was very successful. His talent and training alone wouldn't have reapresented with such great reverence the ability to capture a global audience as such— but it was this power, almost as if it had been bottled up and altered, rebranded and sold and labeled with something everyone could not only love and understand, but by the hand of the media and its conglomerates, be hypnotized to worship, and this power simply put would not have been exactly what it was were it not for the eye of the media remaining in complete control of its distribution to the eyes and ears of the public. This thing which might have been the first of its kind but certainly not the last was in a sense model for modern superstardom— the live concert business had not sense much changed but built upon this super powered control of the masses by assimilation, spectacle, and of course the magic and illusion. But, and it it just so happened to perfectly brush up against my studies in esoteric knowledge that I happened to rub up against this— although nothing was of course by mere circumstance anymore, because whether or not I remained incognito was a wash, and I was being looked at by someone no matter what on the internet I did, or where I decided to go and in that sense was being fed these things, and yet with some Grace of God was allowed with it to be aligned with my own higher purpose in a way, I could observe that Michael Jackson was not in fact of course certainly just a dancer or singer or remarkable performer— he was truly a magician, and I was able to clearly recognize this language with with the energy that had used his vehicle for such a projection was speaking— not only this, I was able to clearly count out the markings and sigils and signs and symbols Michael was making in his movement; ancient arts, and magical symbols, traced so rapidly that it almost created a heat signature in a sense of the symbols that were being dictated, unknowing to the untrained eye. For the most part, I could only really assume that this is why these people were losing their minds— in his movements, Michael Jackson was literally carving ancient callings, glyphs and sigils I had so recently read about in magical studies that it was impossible not to laugh. This was in every sense of the word, ‘magic' but not in the normal way one assumes to be something unexplainable. Michael Jackson was casting spells to thousands of people at a time, in front of cameras and at high volume vibration, often times even implementing the use of light, color, and fire. These were not simple gatherings in mass for entertainment purposes— these were rituals, and in the modern day, still were or are— but I had noticed in a quick glimpse, from Michael Jackson 30 some odd years ago to Lady Gaga just having passed something like a week ago to an audience of the same size— that something was kind of wrong, now. The people had changed, and the specable had been done over and over, and the brainwashing of the masses had in a sense been almost complete— and so It wasn't some sense of confusion or unknowing the things that were happening to me in my own life and my own world— I too, was capable of these things, at that capacity, and had simply not been trained in the same sense of the ideal superstar, however— the things that were happening in my own life and in my own world were not difficult to grasp or understand— when one comes upon a power as such, it finds means to seek to control it and harness it for his own use and purposes. Perhaps it was the simple fact that in this way, in the way I get the dream had gone and the spectacle had been played out of the masses and the illusion was no longer as such— that the actual knowledge of distinct ancient wisdom that had been Michael Jackson's natural ability was distinguishable from that of Lady Gaga's training in the same formula, and that one did not equal the other, but in terms of business could equal to that as such as the masses had been manipulated to seek solace in these same things— and it was not illusion or grandiosity that I, even in my agingness, was still capable of these things; I had no doubt in my mind that I could sing and dance for two hours to audiences of hundreds of thousands— but this was not the question for the business or the media— the question was, would hundreds of thousands pay to see me, or rather— who was willing to front the means to hypnotize hundreds of people to become aware of me so that they would do such a thing. My talent and capabilities were undeniable— but my markatability might have been in question, because it was no longer simply a matter or chance or luck: the people chosen to figure such spectacle were chosen, hand selected and well trained to become media conglomerate superstars, even regardless of talent; perhaps this itself was the key indication that the world of the superstar itself had come to an end—it was no longer so much of a spectacle was worth it. Or, perhaps, because money had come between these ancient arts and symbols and languages being spoken by the superstars of old, that the magic in the literal sense had gone all the way away. The symbolism in the art had died, and so the singing and the dancing remained, but the God had gone out of it. Maybe that was the difference. The superstars of today were just the shell of the model that had been built on God, but the Godsense of it was no longer there— and so the magic no longer remained in effect, as the powers of magic that be are in all ancient arts and texts and forms attributive to The Source. Either way, I wasn't going to continue to be a sitting duck in my apartment in Brooklyn— there were too many indications that it had all been a setup from the shelter to the day I moved in, with the motorcycles and cars and CBS studios one block away. So the real and only question was, what exactly had been played at and who exactly was pulling the strings? I might at this point become a loose cannon: my son was estranged and as far as the people were concerned, I mostly hated New York— because the refined, clean cut and classy people I liked and wanted to be around saw me as the dirt and the grime I was fighting my way through just to simply exist— in my mind, this was a world that could be no more. I like Sara in a dress I like Sara in a dress I like Sara in a dress I like Sara in a dress I met sparrow in a cage I like Sara in a dress I like Sara in a dress Keep writing I never thought I ‘d see the day Where i's taking lessons on Fallon From Michael Jackson That's ran That's a fan This is fame I'm insane I'm insane That's a fan Light the flame That's a fan. That's a fan. I like Sara in a dress I met sparrow in a cage I went up the rack, set the page on fire Nordstrom rack And I might take it back for the cash I like Sara in a dress Stay repressed Keep it dark If you kiss don't tell I will probably go to hell for just writing Try it In black ink, I got all spades, Ehy, Spare me the ridicule, the imbecile and I met Johnny in a cage I like Fallon in a dress, Obsessive, I'm dressed out Every day I leave where I do not live Where stalker crawl and haunt me Just to show the motorcycles Have desheveled my intelligence into Nothing And so with negligence, I leave the core of a rotting apple The foreign words of a doctor And You must call the king, says something far off But I wonder which one I wonder which one I so respect her honor That I no longer Follow my heart or my soul And I don't shallow But shatter to swallow So I let the sparrow Out of the cage I bought Sara A pair of pants And I haunt l Patrick Kirkpatrick in patches And haven't you read yet You're ready for forget the pageant? It hasn't happened yet! I love Sara in a dress I hate Fallon and his wife Keep the kids out if it Skull and crossbones Cross my heart and Really hope to the loveless Or else Someone might call my phone back It's on silent in my coffin Or wait— It's on vibrate. I'm obsessed with the way You're dressed And the name on your checks I guess I'm better for it I'll skip lunch if you think that's what's best And dinner, too If you deserve the best Then better have learned my lesson No sweat And to do, With you, Was then, Dinner through next supper All the love I had was Rubbed into something other than The glass I patted dry With microfiber With ever fiber of my being I want to be with you I should have just— Died, And then Did, and so next Life, Remind me not to Fall for it If i really wanted to know you,I would know you by now– If i wanted to have you? I would have had you already Nobody is a dancer after Michael Jackson. I just watched some shit that was like “What the fuck did I just see” The whole thing was just not right. It was-/ I was like First of all, it's Munich, 1997. I never really realized how terribly the world has changed; No cellphones, but the audience is lit, And the crazy thing is, you can tell that this is near the turn of the century because, when the camera is panning by the audience in the people, they're not looking directly into the camera or waving at the camera— not really. And clearly this is an all ages show, so there's children, so the interesting thing I'm finding out is that nobody's trained to look at the camera and wave and smile— except the babies on shoulders and shit. These kids— they're my age now, are the only ones that see the camera, and they look directly into the shit. Mi still can't do that, really— I'm theatrically trained. Haha If I see a camera, I try to act ‘natural' It's the weirdest thing to look at a camera and just start to work it. People at festivals now, the camera rolls by, Or the drone flies in, And they look deadass in the camera and start to work it. Not at this show. Munich 1997, I'm like “Damn, a lot of things is wrong with this” First of all, I love Michael Jackson, I look directly at this man, and I'm in my dirty peak so I have an instant— like a sex detector thing going on And I know people gave Michael a hard time when he was a live for being fruity and whatever But I'm looking at this dude, and I don't see fruit at all. I see 100% man. I see why people were mad at him. Cause I'm looking at this dude, 100% All I see is carnal, primal man. I'm like, “Yo, I see why they was mad at him” Because the camera kept panning to the audience And these people are losing their minds. They are coming out of themselves. They are UGLY CRYING, full out of body, Losing composure They don't know what to do. That's Michael Jackson. He's right there! And the place is huge so really besides these few hundreds of people in the front, Michael's just a speck, But he's working this audience like “Yo, you know who I am, I know who is me” And I'm realizing, that to these people That's their god. These girls are losing their minds m “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!l *crying inconsolably* Just UGLY crying Bitch, get it together . You all the way lost yourself Get. It together. She won't. This bitch. I can't get over this This one girl, They just keep going back to her Cause the whole show— And this is like 2 hours of pure non stop Michael Jackson, This girl, every time you see her, she's just ugly crying— And every time you see her Her cry is uglier and ugly I'm like “Damn bitch” “Daaaaaaang” So this is the first thing I see that is wrong. But there's a lot of things wrong here, Cause there's a lot of girls like this. There's just— hundreds of girls losing their minds, like, I've seen Beatles mania and thought that was crazy, Shit, I've even seen some people put out that kind of energy in the modern world for some dumb DJ's— That's their god— But THIS THIS Michael Jackson mania was mental illness That was hard to watch. That was people just Lost control. I'm thinking “Like goddamn. You— what?!” “AAagghhhhhhgahahahahahqhahahhahaha MICHAELl “These people are sick” But they are. And so is Michael Fame has gone too far, 1997; 12 short years before he died, by chance— So this is what I see, And then Michael starts dancing, And this— This is what I see; I see the only thing that can ever be what it was in that moment in time, as God being God: Michael Jackson. Shiny ass motherfucker, And so I'm watching this show, And all I see is a God being a man being a God being— Michael Jackson— And the whole thing is weird. But the worst part— Yes The worst part Was when, about mid show, Michael goes to do one of his slow, lovey doves songs, And like, this 6 foot 7 type body guard guy, Just pops up out of nowhere, Comes dead front and center to one of these little girls losing their minds, Runs up on her in an instant; You don't even have time to think— And just SNATCHES her— Snatches the bitch— “Ah!” then throws her up on stage with Michael— And he's still singing; this is his game, this is part of the show, he knows— But she doesn't know, And she's just lost her mind, She won't let go She's hugging and kissing on the dude, She's lost her mind, She's ugly crying She's on the floor, She's kissing his hand She's really lost her good goddamn mind— And they pan out to the audience, And all the girls that didn't get picked Are like WHY NOT MEEEEEEEREEEEE?!? THE UGLY CRIES ARE EVEN UGLIER NOW, They're like “Wh—what?” You don't know?! “WHY NOT ME” They're holding each other crying, Michael's just doing his thing, He's unphased, He's trying to play along; He's a professional like a motherfucker; He's just— keeps singing And this girl is just, Losing it, so at this point, it's weird, She's crazy batshit lost her mind all the way, Won't let go of Michael, kissing his face while he's singing, He's kind of unreceptive to it, now just looking out at the audience, almost not even looking at all Just cold as fuck actually, Like she's not there, kissing his face Cold as fuck— And then another bouncer dude— An even bigger one in a blue suit, comes and tears her off of Michael Cause clearly this has gone too far or whatever And I'm thinking “What in the fuck did I just see” Blue suit dude just snatches, Just— He has to tear her off of him! She's kicking and screaming and getting dragged off stage Michael's just: singing. YO. Then they dragged her back stage. Where did she go?! WHO DID SHE BECOME?! WHAT IN THE FUCK DID I JUST SEE?!? WHAT. 1997. You can't do that shit anymore! You cannot snatch bitches like that. I seen. Watch the video. Tell me what's wrong with it. It's disgusting. Not the snatching, Not the— Like, that was weird But the screaming and the crying and the— Like okay, the snatching was bad— But I'm like … ..:: …. Now I see why they was mad. Don't ever forget he was once— A dark skinned little boy, And in his genetics his whole life is still this thing That some hate. But people loved him; they loved him that hard— Screaming, ugly crying hard. I think in that moment you know someone was like “he must be stopped!” And it seems like yesterday was a year ago But I don't want let anybody know… Cause everybody wants something from me now— And I don't want to let them down. My life is over. New York City looks so small from the top of a skyscraper. What are you doing. Then again— my thoughts lately have been grandiose. Back market, eh? What's this for? You need a burner. I have three. Here, have another. For someone whose supposed to be entirely off grid, I'm admirably reachable. Clever vocabulary. Something has to be clever about me, doesn't it? Does it? It must be. Or else. [both men are speaking casually over the delicate process of loading rare guns; some of which appear to be antique, and some—almost even unearthly , as if from somewhere besides our own planet. But, you could say what planet this is at all, actually— this bunker, with no windows and no doors, is apparently hidden in a subterranean layer— the location, unknown. The men seem calm but also quite tired and weary, and seem to know each other well. We can assume they've probably been friends for years. Sickle cell anemia. Does that mean I'm going to die. Animus, I quite like whatever that is, Google. ;) don't mention it. Honestly, you might as well. What. I can't help you with this. What. I don't think there's anyone who can. Beg your pardon. Please, don't beg— but uh… [the doctor pats his patient on the shoulder] Do take care. Gee, doc! I'll try! You should do that. What. Try. The doctor leaves seemingly in some kind of hurry, trading his lab coat for a trench coat and closing the door behind him. The other man pauses for a second in the silence of the weird linoleum room, then ponders on the coat for a moment before walking up to the coat rack, putting on the coat, and then walking out the door himself; as he begins to shut the door, he quickly decides also to take the fedora that was sitting atop the coat rack, placing it on his head before he walks out the door himself, shutting it behind him quietly. You got anything to eat in here? Cereal…some rabbit food ina the drawers, there. Oh, you have salad. That sounds nice. No, rabbit food. [the man presents a large bag of weird brown dry food from the crisper drawer.] …pellets. For the rabbits. How do rabbits get in here? …I don't know. And— more importantly— where did you get rabbit food for them? If I told you Amazon, would you believe me? The man just winces and places the bag back into the crisper drawer. Now listen, I um— If you want cereal, the milk is powedred… I don't— and that's disgusting— but listen— [the man cocks a loaded gun and admires it intensively] (Dismissively) —I'm listening. I've been meaning to tell you something. Tell me what. It's important. Oh, You couldn't have used one of my four phones. Look, it's— You know I wasn't expecting company. Well— You should sit down. The man squints, beginning to listen more attentively. … …really. I'm holding a loaded gun; there are at least three more within arms reach if I do sit, you know. I know. But I should sit? One baby to another says, “I'm lucky to've met you.” Maybe you should. Not all my bad but all my might, And all my mind, The fire, The light. …business or personal. [beat] Both. {Enter The Multiverse} What are we watching?! Shhhhhh! Shut up. What is this? Some.. Sshhh. Shit, I don't know. Sit down. You don't know. SHH it just came on Shh. Ok. When? Uh… (Nobody really seems to know how long it's been. The show just happened to come on; no one remembers how, or why— or even when— But the show is intense as it gets; And it just keeps getting weirder and deeper.) {Enter The Multiverse} I'm transfixed on your soul And it seems I aspire To what has transpired here, Your unremarked and the umpire The spider veins and the way it washes. And watches and waves, and waters over you, And still I seem to think you've won another, Strum to thumb of you. And still I wake to gather here The odds and whats And the twists and turns and the Troublesome you've number some Or stuttered, stumbled conciousness. And withered branches Aces lie and house of cards And aging scoundrels— There you are, the..: Nevermind. Don't belittle my ways if, In the end my thinking may be correct As dumbfounded as I have shifted my lottery bonds tied to none, There ye are again who aren't I, And never were, And weathered now, as I, bound to Struggle under her might, Nothing I was, and nothing I am And nothing I came from but to barter Oh hard love, I only found my kings upon thrown As cast out of another by her likeness, Peace and pale and primed as it was, And wanted for love, As I was not— And then, the gates had opened And I, preaching withered, Gathered my arts and my minds And my eyes, and my thrones, Buried my ark and though not my bones The shallow waking peaks of pride And there you gathered, all as huddled sheep to mine, The cost of war, but certain therefore honored as I have, Happened went, came and untied, shattered Hating all I am and all my dark and all my eyes and all my brown Because you came and went, a baby born to as nothing was but beauty and yet having been gifted such life, Departed! Soon, I wake shattered and with none as it had began, in my time and in time there laid there none, But fortune seeks to favor, as ye are saying brave and yet I neither beg nor make to differ, Shall you come again in part, And in this time as shadows, as shadows As hating and wearing and waging, And shattered I, I pardon, Knowing not they seeking I, And I having none at all but one, As forgotten I shall came And went And followed this, The time y'i call now, And ours and ours, And yours and yours, And mine and mine, Though as one are also, Common not, And waking yet to find, These things making have gone into yer Another of ours, world, Another of our dozens, Shines, Another of our gathered, wit, and waking Though true to fortune, none us have gathered And have embarked to truth, The waking I have come, Another, and another, and another Departed. And yet, I bury my words having weakened to that which is this, Ye have no fear and lest no fortune in these words, For having I to come and gone, since they times In words to make this a language I or neither other Does not speak here, and almost never, And this yours time past, Has come and gone And come and gone And come and gone again, So long so I too have parted but not yet Unfolded as does my nature, As God does. Belittle this, you waking fools, As to this you pity though divine, Is unlike any other And steep remarked in gold and with chimes and words That ye here no often or either now, or in mine speak. Amen …can I go now? You are dismissed. C'cxell Soleïl, aka DJ Ū is an American DJ + Producer, Multi-Instrumentalist, Playwright, Poet, Comedian, Novelist & Filmmaker. She is best known for her unique vocal riffs, Clever Lyricism & Philanthropically Inspired Freestyles and her flagship venture [The Festival Project.™] [Ï A M B ī C], a freestyle studio mixtape recorded in Los Angeles, (Official Release: TBD) inspired the adaptation of a staged musical version for Broadway, and a concurrent multimedia (TV/Film) series and ongoing saga as part of The Festival Project ™ Brand. Inspired musically by an ‘Ultra American' experience of Racially, Binary Ambiguity, and Synesthetic Exploration, her reflective melodies signature sound provides a philosophical dissection of American culture through a careful and inquisitive mastery of the English language, and emergence of world sounds through music brings about ‘A New Era in Nature', and clarifies the establishment of the newest wave in human evolution: Unity Through Music. L E G E N D S What if I just want to be alone in the dark Alone in the dark Alone in the dark Bones Duggar was a long, handsome zombie Bones once was a very tall man Not great and tall, as he stands But average, Grand as it were, his status. Everything's black My heart My pants My home My mind Everything hurts But you don't understand that Like I can Calm the commercial holidays for a moment Who gets the card? Get our your hard earned My head hurts Slam the door man; You can't control thoughts With a wombat Murderer Now that's a hard concept to catch When you haven't a soul When you haven't a card Or a car Or a cat I think I'm vanilla. I always thought of myself as a super kink Like a freaky, freaky bitch. So I got on this app. This app is better then Tinder. Yes. But it is not for the faint of heart. No, sir. They have a test, I'm like “ooh, I like tests” So I take the test. The test was not at all… As I'd hoped. First of all, It was hard. It was not a quiz; It was a TEST And I failed. I realized “Oh my god, I don't like any of this stuff” I am not about that! No! Yuck! Gross. “I think I might be vanilla.” I might be vanilla. I want my hair pulled back like a leash And my arms tied up Like I'm being arrested Without being read my rights. — I want your hands on the back of my neck [breathe] Reach around to my Mortimer's apple Put the lights out, Adam. I want the lights cut off. I want the bills piled up so the phone don't work I want the habit back on Don't talk to nobody I told you, I'm coming No, God! That's dumb! Show me why I'm off all alone with a rattle so bad It's just segmented thoughts, colors and sounds I can't make with all the plugins in the kindgdom of chaos?! I WANT KINGS, AND KINGS WANT BLONDES— I WANT KINGS, AND KINGS WANT BLONDES I WANT KINGS, AND KINGS WANT BLONDES —but the one who could love me is God, And I guess he's not coming. The denial turns to tears, Not songs no more My womb is empty And the sun has turned into Not what I wanted But not my fault We got caught in the land of Cutting costs And processed morsels At 400 pounds And that's where I found What I thought was love But it turns out That it just turns up In the whole form of a person And that's why I got the collar, caller But really I'm no one's lover So I Do what I want I don't hang up on God But he don't got a body And I need someone to love/ Fuck me Please God Don't turn the lights off I'll pull the clock back Just like foreskin, god i want your skin Draped over mine in a warm swath Probably run a hot back Cause the next stop is a closet The line doesn't really move for the Doesn'tMatterhorn. some people are starting to doubt if it's even a ride. Others just admire it for its eloquence as a metaphor. Johnny! You scared me! Aha. Where did you go?! Nowhere— fast! Alright well— Money when you know I have it But I haven't really Paid attention to the never ending Digits never coming in but Simply, there's a secret, Sonny Someday you'll get lessons, honey. Much to find and much to serve and Surf us up Piñata's bout the burst But here comes Vesuvius (POW) Everyone was gone in an instant (Vapor) Had a good laugh that night in the pantheon; Everything's past, and the mortals They kept on running But i didn't want go, God Putting on a show then I blow up Just like the mountain Found her Now I got a broke back husband (hope so) To tell, don't ask Don't show up if you just get lost But I'm probably in the back with a bottle back mountain Now you got a real horse pack. Trip Girl keep camping What was the map with the mask and the Fashion? Pass. I put sugar on the rim of the glass With my eyes half closed And my ass clenched fast shut I'm an alcoholic Don't involve the God I got lost in the mall with the —- UGHHHHHHHH! Hello. Uh, yes— hi. what up. Mirror mirror. Uh…nothing. You're lost? No. You look lost. Oh? Disgruntled. I am that. You're lost? I'm not lost. My friend is lost. His phone is dead. You lost each other. Sort of. Continuity conniption I nipped an eclipse And he picked his nose For a full ass minute Sitting at the stop sign That's a gobstopper's worth in our time Pull all the clocks back, Pull the fool over, You just got fined It was Friday for nothing I was in the hatchback, Scratch that Sour patch Should have called Pat back Now I'm just a Cool 48 in the ring with a date And the cashapp Continuity construction I want a husband! Fuck that. I want a clean cut plus one Since I can't have Helmet, Elmo, Or Hatchetman; Tears of a Clow…no, Wait I lost focus Half finished album Got 6 tracks But I knew it was 12 from the get go Prob‘ly should have knocked off the showrunner; Nah, I'm sure I had that coming Hashtag, undon Could have been you, too If the cash came through Now it's hard times Hardwired Sitting on a hi wire, Little white liar, liar Wait I made Katey Sagal (Fire) Cut off her hair (Fire) Went to the hall of fame with the framed sunglasses Asked for her autograf, But she walked off So I shot her with a bottle/ can, But she ducked, popped back up With the brass knuckles Surfboard Good for a chuckle and a fuck So I asked for her number All that on a Sunday at Gelson's market. Christ, almighty I miss Walmart, I hit hard times. So many places to run, But not many places to hide I think I want to die here I think i want to die. City of corruption… Lay it out and lay it over City of corruption… no, it's not a choice It's a black tie function Right in that very moment Seth Meyers kind of became my defacto personal hero. “Never meet your heroes” Or perhaps it was just his writing team, or the fact that maybe even without there even being anything set in stone or solid at all, [redacted] itself seemed to have a price over my head– It all seemed to make sense; in fact, all the crazy things i was experiencing made more sense than it didn't. But after what felt something like between defeat and maybe even one day really getting justice for all the things that had happened to me in new york– it was that, at best; That without actually meaning it, by all probability, the opening monologue described what in perfect sense the thing that had been happening to me: hundreds of motorcycles and cars riding around in circles for over a year, any time i tried to work or sleep–and then, when I finally tried to reach out to find an attorney that would help, I was made to feel crazy for it. In a way, it was the perfect indication that it had all been some sort of sick game, and that I was more right than wrong, and being set up to appear, sound, or look crazy–but I wasn't. I had been under attack for nearly two years, and when I tried to reach out, my heart raced and my voice cracked, and I sounded crazy and desperate–but what was happening was very real; and now I knew where I was. As it turns out, New York's corruption was more common knowledge to everyone else before it was to me: New York was a common place for fucked up, dirty, low-down mind games: and this was my lesson in that. Seth Meyers in reality had nothing to do with it–and really I only meant to watch Kimmel over my afternoon tacos. But still, though it hadn't entirely anything to do with me, the opening statements rang true to exactly what I had experienced; I was made to lose my mind, only to have everyone around me tell me it was something wrong with me–but it wasn't. Something was wrong with the city, and the building management, and the people around who were making it all to be some kind of mental disorder or problems with my mind–in reality, it was 2 years of being in the center of a speedway, and all the time i'd lost because of it adding to the stress, and the angst, and the depression that resulted. Moo. Moo… Moo. Moo, sir. I'll kill you. You promise? I want to. Don't get me excited over nothing; If this isn't the exit, please take this tease To the left, dear Moo, cow My honor Level one, and brother, you've got nothing Flip the coin and landed on your headache Betting on your helmet Standing on my cock, i'm taller (Not a rooster) But my ops are rooting for you, No informants, Dont you know I was a collar, all along? I was a shot calling, Cop calling Kiss-and-tell all as the night goes on. But oh, I brought you a dollar bra Oh, I bought you for all of a dollar And oh, I'm so much taller, Standing on my cock But i'm not but ten feet tall You know, you wrote that Should i open the book, or close that Caught that cat, owl and As i soft spoke at Every broken model Broken bottle for the thoughts you owe Across the scatters skies and no one ever knows When you're realling coming over Come on, I'm on the pornhub Just to pick up another one Go on, and rub the bottle One more once, To call the Bubbles. Damn. Come. (The Monkey obeys) You should see Michael in all of his godform You won't recognize him at all if not by the eyes When you follow home Believe me, this not comes close to it; The one you wanted The world you jumped to but were just short of Call her back Oh no, you're wrong It's another song A pin up girl And the wrong number Okah. Okah, Pablo. Time can be altered, changed or effected presently in any omnidirectional plane by engaging certain acts or synchronicities within multidimensional parallels or adjacent realms in time and or space respectively. –the reverse quantum simulation theory. Does anyone else smell blood I hate wedding days suits and tuxedos No, I don't know you I'm just here to sound the hundred drums Of the once before us (The ones to come) Then, there we were and I didn't want to admit Again, I was caught into the ghost of the rapture Or the holy hour, No aux chord Show the holy one Just how old you are On these sacr d lands and a holy grounds Now I want here half an ounce to smoke And there were drowning orchestras in all of the hearts And all of the markets, The market the marker And all of the sins of the savior The maytyr Did you remember not to notice not to know him Were you sure with words you were for nickelodeaon! I was supposed to hold on to, Supposed to hold on to Suddenly, it's summer. And always our own are under the weather There was no other wise man the wind. Lee the one came The site came and went and then the songs went left The songs went left; Again, the songs went left Did you win at wintergreen Well, God, I didn't know gym was a game. I didn't know guns we're just portals to worlds unknownn I didn't know gossip was golden What all else didn't I know It wasn't for here! It was fourth flour And in the final hour of the battle I commenced to summon All the gods and all the lords and all the flowers All the worlds of oceans and the Remember, this The remembrance It may not matter to some, What matters to most But until summer comes, I'm still up under the rail And practically it's spring, for the next two weeks I'm all berries and cream and whatever you wanted. Tormaline, emerald and onyx, the fox said And fox says its west when instead it's quite under what of the reporter's offer? Comes down a little to none What of the offer Comes down from a billion to one A billion to one I'm on TV so it's really just a one way screen Either way, I don't think he likes me much I don't think he likes me much I'd rather die than to fall in love even one more time And to keep on just never being loved Never beingbloved {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.

“Look what they eye unearthed,” leaning into the tip of my ear with the warmth and closeness of the coming waves, high tide approaching in the waning moon. “More secrets.” I replied. It was a question but also a statement— there was never such as this the luminescent trace of the glowing lava that was his force and might that I could not see for miles before he would even wander— first in twinkling stars and then later the wind itself and the birds, and then beneath the waves, like the quaking shake of a mighty oak anchored elsewhere and tied to the sea. “So you know.” I was hoping he would kill me before the next time I had to ever really know anything. He was the subject, and the predicate The wrong done, and the justice She was the pride and the prejudice But Judas brings the law Did you look in the box? No, I– [The Box Is The Box] –No, I haven't. Nearly three nights ago, a mysterious box arrived on the doorstep of an equally mysterious writer, who spends their time in isolation due to the often unannounced arrival of various ghosts, spirits, time travelers, and other figures by instant teleportation and other magical forms of transportation into their shabby New York apartment. Some of ya'll got so many air wick plug ins and scentci wax melts you don't know you smell like booboo. It's an illusion. You leave your house, You smell like booboo. I promise. Oh, God, I think I need a drink. Are you alright? Let me just–sit down for a second. Of course. My God. What's wrong. Look, i'm not supposed to say anything about this but. What's wrong? It's nothing, I'm just–I'm in a song. …what? A song! Is that all?! You don't understand. It's not a normal kind of song. It's– [takes a puff of inhaler] You wouldn't understand. Well what's so wrong about being in a song? Its not – a regular song–and it's not [gasping] finished! I still kind of wanted to be a comedian–but I knew I wasn't funny in the way that made sense to keep going and stand up there. I was still writing comedy, but I didn't know how to take myself out of it–the truth was, I was in a lot of pain. A lot of emotional pain that was becoming physical–and I didn't know what to do about it to break the barrier of nervousness and blank slate state of feeling the audience's perceptions of me more overwhelmingly than ever feeling myself. look at this song. I know huh. It's purple. Every time. It is purple. And what is that. Like a muted trombone? IS THAT A TROMBONE? Or a tuba? No, it has to be a trombone…becasue you can hear it slide– And that's what that sound is. What a sneaky rabbit. Super sneaky rabbit. So if i can see all this, I'm almost certainly sure the motorcycles outside and the slamming doors are meant to murder me. I'm sure that's what it is. You ever notice how being broke in New York makes you a bad person? Like, if you're broke, you're just automatically shitty. I never meant to be in New York broke. I never meant to be in New York, But I certainly never meant to be here and be poor, Poor in New York? Automatically a shitty person. Despite how you act. You can be a rich piece of shit— But the status is automatically “You got dough? Oh, alright. Carry on” That's the attitude in New York City. Crap people get by cause they got their hands on some money and the rules in New York say it doesn't really matter how you come by it, As long as you come by it. There's no real rules or real laws to it— Just “Get the money” Well god damn. This makes me nervous. I'm an artist. I've tried everything. I didn't mean to be the automatic enemy here. Of course not. But New York is a terrifying place to me, now, Cause I realized I can be a very sweet, very humble, very honest person— And that kind of shit doesn't matter here, really. It brings you no respect to be decent. It's about the money. So I'm a musician— which in New York also makes me like, Automatically not special, And I'm trying to just be a musician, and so naturally, I'm broke. Like broke in half. Like all my bills are late. But music is my solace. So I'm listening to music, And I'm listening to a song that is so beautiful, that I start to cry. The first time I heard it, it made me cry And I'm listening to it over, and it made me cry And it's so beautiful, and God is so beautiful And look at what God did, So I'm crying, And I don't even know what it is about the beauty of it that's making me cry, But it's making me cry, And New York hears me crying And New York goes “I'll give you something to cry about” And I open my email And there's a bill from my landlord reminding me how often I'm talked about due to my late payments— And I'm realizing I've been here two years and I still don't have any money, Even though I've been trying and trying And trying So now I'm crying for other reasons. Thanks a lot, New York. “I'll give you something to cry about” So I did. If there's anything worse than being black in a city that hates blacks— It's being broke in a city that hates broke people. So I haven't spent any money in awhile. Not even on little things, or things I need. I just stay inside, and work, and think And try and really try To figure out how to make money Without having any, or spending any. Cause you can have it, and spend it, but it's always a gamble. Maybe all I needed was a good cry. But now it's not for the right reasons I'm not crying cause something is so beautiful and look at what God did I'm crying because of what I'm sure is just the devil I'm crying for the wrong things Not because of something that's so very beautiful But because of something that's so very ugly With just a wave of the hand And the flick of each finger as it rolls into a crisp closed palm, A flick of birds fell to the ground, bursting with caws Below his stance, and in a flutter of feathers and wings, The evil master, unmoved and untouched, Untouchable in his weight and glory, simply only even mildly and barely smirks at all. He has defeated all and still somehow, not won. Some say it's sure to come, the thing that wants and gathers ties; Some say surely it is yet but withered and then sure again will come It has, five times, and barely waded, Waking in the midsts of my pure eye, The morning light and fog, aye? Ye, they remembers none but our Art, And I'm bound as sure by wing and force Is you to dozens of masses, And ships having sailed but one, Which I have flourished and kept And stocked with these, the masses And yea having spade, and having friends And having honor, there was none past kept and mine, sured; And wicked may as wicked be but evil none truer thou nones't had yet pured, and muted and gathered, I have, And woken and laid and barren and truths do'st tied, And there have been shooken and wait, And m faire'd and barred here, and hereforth My duty it is to forward, forward, my shallows For my shadow, For my golden hour has shined and now you, These caged shall fly, And these thoughts shall sing, And these hour conspired to miss my time daily, And these things, beytraying that— There have no times at all, These walls in holy temples kept, swaying and cadences, and wearing, and weary, And foreign and ayered, aye— and armored. And he, you, does not wish to know but also has known— and does not wish to see, but he, too has blinded, and does not wish to betray, and yet has been crowned, made with guilt and also Shattered, as it was, And shatters, as it came, the wave o'er all us and tide sinking under, and caves and rebels and heart laid bare to surf not suffer, Nor cap nor keeping, nor tied nor honor, No, honor her; No honor came and I have tied also, this tie to mine, and another, and another and another Now forward. Forward! Forward! Damn, Conan's monologues he going deep. Yeah, I guess. He's fine, right? Look, you don't need this. Just promise me. I am sorry. Mr Jimmy has it good, too good Little sister doesn't have a heart. But didn't know it Mister music made it in the industry, too hat Mister rager had a sip at dinner It was all dramatic Stars went falling Crashing down and All it is Ms. Martha Is mismanagement of energy All it is, Ms. Margret is a magnet And it hasn't happened badly since I had a handle on it But I still get sick of madness And I still get sick with city sickness Still, forget the dancer I was sitting on the show, In the audience With my mother, Oh the models, Dozens of them Blondes and ballet buns, the brunettes I was just a lost cause And I wanted it all, the tux and the bow tie I wanted you gone so I looked at it harder Until It became nothing but Clouds in the sky You were stardust I'm a comet Here comes crashing, Had to find the progress report Then I lost it Soggy in the sideways rain It was days and days Do you promise? That's a concept? Do you promise God will be alright, Cause I came running Sent them under cover Sent the men a message Send the man a hammer Sitting in a hammock No one homes the hostile If you don't have anything nice to say Then don't say anything at all And certainly don't come and go As often as you want to It's a game of control; you know The whites, when they still want to own you Somehow I'm all sub so honest, I just—wanted that But only for a man and never bow to another woman Even if on my honor I found us as equals And no one walks the earth as calmly As someone whose never had their lights out Or had their light put out Or their lights turned off Who are God now? Who's our God, man? Who's our God, Math. That's heavy weight, And if you want a biblical fate This is Fallon, And if you watch what you ate You cut calories And if you want the girl back Give it Californian And I'm not towrth much more Than the project housing, Or a handful of candy corn, Conan— But I phone in Oscars, Still no nuts for the rabbit, And if you wanted the bunker back— You can have it. I'm all hands down in a game of poker Heaven doesn't want it Gotta get drunk not once, but at all the goalposts, Gotta count one, not two, the show hosts Too few car parts Wicked, mazes, starfold, gazes Wishes, Martyred. (But pronounced mar-tired} V.O I think about jay Leno a lot. Lately, anyway. I don't know why. I like all the hosts. Somebody. Tell me why Dillon Francis looks like JD Vance. I think he's a clone. Tel me why I know who JD Vance is. They're clones. Tell me why. Back to the future here and now So. Where do you want to go? Anywhere but here. Anywhere but here is kind of far, are you sure you're up for it? Good one, doc Though head of the alumni chapter of the cult-within a cult—to which each African American cast member of Saturday night live is automatically inducted into— EDDIE MURPHY refuses to participate in the group's latest and most complicated ritual. Delivery. Uh, I didn't order any— Breadsticks. What. Breadsticks. I didn't order any— Just— The delivery man hands over the breadsticks. —take them. Oh…Kay. See ya. The delivery man reaches in and shuts the door himself. Uh… Lol is this the one where the mysterious breadsticks are delivered without ever being ordered, and then they end up being the best breadsticks in the world, but they don't know where they came from? Yes. I think so. Lol I bought a planner because so much I loved Joan Rivers, and I planned to fill it with all the places I should go— because keeping anything digital online was not only not working as far as remembering places I wanted or needed to be be, but it was dangerous, also. I was already being tracked, and I couldn't afford a new phone just yet. Eventually, but for now I was stuck to the same signal— which meant the same traces and the same trackers they had been limiting my under-the-radar mystique. As it were, somebody always knew where I was, and it was in the most unpleasant way so far—the only thing I really wandered was what made me so important anyway to begin with. I wasn't actually political in anyway, and still someone seemed to be trying to derail my life… or at least control it, neither of which was beneficial for me in the way that made sense. I wasn't having any fun, nor did I consider living indoors as payment— especially since indoors, there were also paid plants and stalkers, and now that I had begun to more meticulously document the things that were happening, it was easy to separate from delusions. I was actually being followed— but why? Either way, having a detailed. Calendar of places I could go, the ways to get there and even alternate functions within the same grid allowed more control than just staying in my apartment a sitting duck; that's how they were hurting me. They knew where I was— all the time, and it no longer made sense to fight it and try to make music under this kind of insane irritation; the music I was making wasn't the kind I wanted anyway, and whatever war they were fighting with m stark white girls motorcycles was simply not my war. I didn't have a war, and so there wasn't a fight, and so at the very least if I were going to be fucked with, it would have to be in public; that way I had more control to steer whatever was happening in my favor and collect the energy as mine instead of lost. I wasn't an insane person— but what had been happening at my apartment was insane, and so I left it with the understanding that these people worked and operated on a level of violence and ignorance I would never be able to comprehend; they were simply tools for the devil, which in any case, was always the lesser than God. However— because I was starting to figure out who I was, and that I had some sort of power, I knew that I was going to be attacked— because it seemed my power had at the very least not been figured out as to some kind of way to make somebody else money. I had been studying Michael Jackson and this was a key indication that the way his talent priovided a power which would be used as a service, he was very successful. His talent and training alone wouldn't have reapresented with such great reverence the ability to capture a global audience as such— but it was this power, almost as if it had been bottled up and altered, rebranded and sold and labeled with something everyone could not only love and understand, but by the hand of the media and its conglomerates, be hypnotized to worship, and this power simply put would not have been exactly what it was were it not for the eye of the media remaining in complete control of its distribution to the eyes and ears of the public. This thing which might have been the first of its kind but certainly not the last was in a sense model for modern superstardom— the live concert business had not sense much changed but built upon this super powered control of the masses by assimilation, spectacle, and of course the magic and illusion. But, and it it just so happened to perfectly brush up against my studies in esoteric knowledge that I happened to rub up against this— although nothing was of course by mere circumstance anymore, because whether or not I remained incognito was a wash, and I was being looked at by someone no matter what on the internet I did, or where I decided to go and in that sense was being fed these things, and yet with some Grace of God was allowed with it to be aligned with my own higher purpose in a way, I could observe that Michael Jackson was not in fact of course certainly just a dancer or singer or remarkable performer— he was truly a magician, and I was able to clearly recognize this language with with the energy that had used his vehicle for such a projection was speaking— not only this, I was able to clearly count out the markings and sigils and signs and symbols Michael was making in his movement; ancient arts, and magical symbols, traced so rapidly that it almost created a heat signature in a sense of the symbols that were being dictated, unknowing to the untrained eye. For the most part, I could only really assume that this is why these people were losing their minds— in his movements, Michael Jackson was literally carving ancient callings, glyphs and sigils I had so recently read about in magical studies that it was impossible not to laugh. This was in every sense of the word, ‘magic' but not in the normal way one assumes to be something unexplainable. Michael Jackson was casting spells to thousands of people at a time, in front of cameras and at high volume vibration, often times even implementing the use of light, color, and fire. These were not simple gatherings in mass for entertainment purposes— these were rituals, and in the modern day, still were or are— but I had noticed in a quick glimpse, from Michael Jackson 30 some odd years ago to Lady Gaga just having passed something like a week ago to an audience of the same size— that something was kind of wrong, now. The people had changed, and the specable had been done over and over, and the brainwashing of the masses had in a sense been almost complete— and so It wasn't some sense of confusion or unknowing the things that were happening to me in my own life and my own world— I too, was capable of these things, at that capacity, and had simply not been trained in the same sense of the ideal superstar, however— the things that were happening in my own life and in my own world were not difficult to grasp or understand— when one comes upon a power as such, it finds means to seek to control it and harness it for his own use and purposes. Perhaps it was the simple fact that in this way, in the way I get the dream had gone and the spectacle had been played out of the masses and the illusion was no longer as such— that the actual knowledge of distinct ancient wisdom that had been Michael Jackson's natural ability was distinguishable from that of Lady Gaga's training in the same formula, and that one did not equal the other, but in terms of business could equal to that as such as the masses had been manipulated to seek solace in these same things— and it was not illusion or grandiosity that I, even in my agingness, was still capable of these things; I had no doubt in my mind that I could sing and dance for two hours to audiences of hundreds of thousands— but this was not the question for the business or the media— the question was, would hundreds of thousands pay to see me, or rather— who was willing to front the means to hypnotize hundreds of people to become aware of me so that they would do such a thing. My talent and capabilities were undeniable— but my markatability might have been in question, because it was no longer simply a matter or chance or luck: the people chosen to figure such spectacle were chosen, hand selected and well trained to become media conglomerate superstars, even regardless of talent; perhaps this itself was the key indication that the world of the superstar itself had come to an end—it was no longer so much of a spectacle was worth it. Or, perhaps, because money had come between these ancient arts and symbols and languages being spoken by the superstars of old, that the magic in the literal sense had gone all the way away. The symbolism in the art had died, and so the singing and the dancing remained, but the God had gone out of it. Maybe that was the difference. The superstars of today were just the shell of the model that had been built on God, but the Godsense of it was no longer there— and so the magic no longer remained in effect, as the powers of magic that be are in all ancient arts and texts and forms attributive to The Source. Either way, I wasn't going to continue to be a sitting duck in my apartment in Brooklyn— there were too many indications that it had all been a setup from the shelter to the day I moved in, with the motorcycles and cars and CBS studios one block away. So the real and only question was, what exactly had been played at and who exactly was pulling the strings? I might at this point become a loose cannon: my son was estranged and as far as the people were concerned, I mostly hated New York— because the refined, clean cut and classy people I liked and wanted to be around saw me as the dirt and the grime I was fighting my way through just to simply exist— in my mind, this was a world that could be no more. I like Sara in a dress I like Sara in a dress I like Sara in a dress I like Sara in a dress I met sparrow in a cage I like Sara in a dress I like Sara in a dress Keep writing I never thought I ‘d see the day Where i's taking lessons on Fallon From Michael Jackson That's ran That's a fan This is fame I'm insane I'm insane That's a fan Light the flame That's a fan. That's a fan. I like Sara in a dress I met sparrow in a cage I went up the rack, set the page on fire Nordstrom rack And I might take it back for the cash I like Sara in a dress Stay repressed Keep it dark If you kiss don't tell I will probably go to hell for just writing Try it In black ink, I got all spades, Ehy, Spare me the ridicule, the imbecile and I met Johnny in a cage I like Fallon in a dress, Obsessive, I'm dressed out Every day I leave where I do not live Where stalker crawl and haunt me Just to show the motorcycles Have desheveled my intelligence into Nothing And so with negligence, I leave the core of a rotting apple The foreign words of a doctor And You must call the king, says something far off But I wonder which one I wonder which one I so respect her honor That I no longer Follow my heart or my soul And I don't shallow But shatter to swallow So I let the sparrow Out of the cage I bought Sara A pair of pants And I haunt l Patrick Kirkpatrick in patches And haven't you read yet You're ready for forget the pageant? It hasn't happened yet! I love Sara in a dress I hate Fallon and his wife Keep the kids out if it Skull and crossbones Cross my heart and Really hope to the loveless Or else Someone might call my phone back It's on silent in my coffin Or wait— It's on vibrate. I'm obsessed with the way You're dressed And the name on your checks I guess I'm better for it I'll skip lunch if you think that's what's best And dinner, too If you deserve the best Then better have learned my lesson No sweat And to do, With you, Was then, Dinner through next supper All the love I had was Rubbed into something other than The glass I patted dry With microfiber With ever fiber of my being I want to be with you I should have just— Died, And then Did, and so next Life, Remind me not to Fall for it If i really wanted to know you,I would know you by now– If i wanted to have you? I would have had you already Nobody is a dancer after Michael Jackson. I just watched some shit that was like “What the fuck did I just see” The whole thing was just not right. It was-/ I was like First of all, it's Munich, 1997. I never really realized how terribly the world has changed; No cellphones, but the audience is lit, And the crazy thing is, you can tell that this is near the turn of the century because, when the camera is panning by the audience in the people, they're not looking directly into the camera or waving at the camera— not really. And clearly this is an all ages show, so there's children, so the interesting thing I'm finding out is that nobody's trained to look at the camera and wave and smile— except the babies on shoulders and shit. These kids— they're my age now, are the only ones that see the camera, and they look directly into the shit. Mi still can't do that, really— I'm theatrically trained. Haha If I see a camera, I try to act ‘natural' It's the weirdest thing to look at a camera and just start to work it. People at festivals now, the camera rolls by, Or the drone flies in, And they look deadass in the camera and start to work it. Not at this show. Munich 1997, I'm like “Damn, a lot of things is wrong with this” First of all, I love Michael Jackson, I look directly at this man, and I'm in my dirty peak so I have an instant— like a sex detector thing going on And I know people gave Michael a hard time when he was a live for being fruity and whatever But I'm looking at this dude, and I don't see fruit at all. I see 100% man. I see why people were mad at him. Cause I'm looking at this dude, 100% All I see is carnal, primal man. I'm like, “Yo, I see why they was mad at him” Because the camera kept panning to the audience And these people are losing their minds. They are coming out of themselves. They are UGLY CRYING, full out of body, Losing composure They don't know what to do. That's Michael Jackson. He's right there! And the place is huge so really besides these few hundreds of people in the front, Michael's just a speck, But he's working this audience like “Yo, you know who I am, I know who is me” And I'm realizing, that to these people That's their god. These girls are losing their minds m “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!l *crying inconsolably* Just UGLY crying Bitch, get it together . You all the way lost yourself Get. It together. She won't. This bitch. I can't get over this This one girl, They just keep going back to her Cause the whole show— And this is like 2 hours of pure non stop Michael Jackson, This girl, every time you see her, she's just ugly crying— And every time you see her Her cry is uglier and ugly I'm like “Damn bitch” “Daaaaaaang” So this is the first thing I see that is wrong. But there's a lot of things wrong here, Cause there's a lot of girls like this. There's just— hundreds of girls losing their minds, like, I've seen Beatles mania and thought that was crazy, Shit, I've even seen some people put out that kind of energy in the modern world for some dumb DJ's— That's their god— But THIS THIS Michael Jackson mania was mental illness That was hard to watch. That was people just Lost control. I'm thinking “Like goddamn. You— what?!” “AAagghhhhhhgahahahahahqhahahhahaha MICHAELl “These people are sick” But they are. And so is Michael Fame has gone too far, 1997; 12 short years before he died, by chance— So this is what I see, And then Michael starts dancing, And this— This is what I see; I see the only thing that can ever be what it was in that moment in time, as God being God: Michael Jackson. Shiny ass motherfucker, And so I'm watching this show, And all I see is a God being a man being a God being— Michael Jackson— And the whole thing is weird. But the worst part— Yes The worst part Was when, about mid show, Michael goes to do one of his slow, lovey doves songs, And like, this 6 foot 7 type body guard guy, Just pops up out of nowhere, Comes dead front and center to one of these little girls losing their minds, Runs up on her in an instant; You don't even have time to think— And just SNATCHES her— Snatches the bitch— “Ah!” then throws her up on stage with Michael— And he's still singing; this is his game, this is part of the show, he knows— But she doesn't know, And she's just lost her mind, She won't let go She's hugging and kissing on the dude, She's lost her mind, She's ugly crying She's on the floor, She's kissing his hand She's really lost her good goddamn mind— And they pan out to the audience, And all the girls that didn't get picked Are like WHY NOT MEEEEEEEREEEEE?!? THE UGLY CRIES ARE EVEN UGLIER NOW, They're like “Wh—what?” You don't know?! “WHY NOT ME” They're holding each other crying, Michael's just doing his thing, He's unphased, He's trying to play along; He's a professional like a motherfucker; He's just— keeps singing And this girl is just, Losing it, so at this point, it's weird, She's crazy batshit lost her mind all the way, Won't let go of Michael, kissing his face while he's singing, He's kind of unreceptive to it, now just looking out at the audience, almost not even looking at all Just cold as fuck actually, Like she's not there, kissing his face Cold as fuck— And then another bouncer dude— An even bigger one in a blue suit, comes and tears her off of Michael Cause clearly this has gone too far or whatever And I'm thinking “What in the fuck did I just see” Blue suit dude just snatches, Just— He has to tear her off of him! She's kicking and screaming and getting dragged off stage Michael's just: singing. YO. Then they dragged her back stage. Where did she go?! WHO DID SHE BECOME?! WHAT IN THE FUCK DID I JUST SEE?!? WHAT. 1997. You can't do that shit anymore! You cannot snatch bitches like that. I seen. Watch the video. Tell me what's wrong with it. It's disgusting. Not the snatching, Not the— Like, that was weird But the screaming and the crying and the— Like okay, the snatching was bad— But I'm like … ..:: …. Now I see why they was mad. Don't ever forget he was once— A dark skinned little boy, And in his genetics his whole life is still this thing That some hate. But people loved him; they loved him that hard— Screaming, ugly crying hard. I think in that moment you know someone was like “he must be stopped!” And it seems like yesterday was a year ago But I don't want let anybody know… Cause everybody wants something from me now— And I don't want to let them down. My life is over. New York City looks so small from the top of a skyscraper. What are you doing. Then again— my thoughts lately have been grandiose. Back market, eh? What's this for? You need a burner. I have three. Here, have another. For someone whose supposed to be entirely off grid, I'm admirably reachable. Clever vocabulary. Something has to be clever about me, doesn't it? Does it? It must be. Or else. [both men are speaking casually over the delicate process of loading rare guns; some of which appear to be antique, and some—almost even unearthly , as if from somewhere besides our own planet. But, you could say what planet this is at all, actually— this bunker, with no windows and no doors, is apparently hidden in a subterranean layer— the location, unknown. The men seem calm but also quite tired and weary, and seem to know each other well. We can assume they've probably been friends for years. Sickle cell anemia. Does that mean I'm going to die. Animus, I quite like whatever that is, Google. ;) don't mention it. Honestly, you might as well. What. I can't help you with this. What. I don't think there's anyone who can. Beg your pardon. Please, don't beg— but uh… [the doctor pats his patient on the shoulder] Do take care. Gee, doc! I'll try! You should do that. What. Try. The doctor leaves seemingly in some kind of hurry, trading his lab coat for a trench coat and closing the door behind him. The other man pauses for a second in the silence of the weird linoleum room, then ponders on the coat for a moment before walking up to the coat rack, putting on the coat, and then walking out the door himself; as he begins to shut the door, he quickly decides also to take the fedora that was sitting atop the coat rack, placing it on his head before he walks out the door himself, shutting it behind him quietly. You got anything to eat in here? Cereal…some rabbit food ina the drawers, there. Oh, you have salad. That sounds nice. No, rabbit food. [the man presents a large bag of weird brown dry food from the crisper drawer.] …pellets. For the rabbits. How do rabbits get in here? …I don't know. And— more importantly— where did you get rabbit food for them? If I told you Amazon, would you believe me? The man just winces and places the bag back into the crisper drawer. Now listen, I um— If you want cereal, the milk is powedred… I don't— and that's disgusting— but listen— [the man cocks a loaded gun and admires it intensively] (Dismissively) —I'm listening. I've been meaning to tell you something. Tell me what. It's important. Oh, You couldn't have used one of my four phones. Look, it's— You know I wasn't expecting company. Well— You should sit down. The man squints, beginning to listen more attentively. … …really. I'm holding a loaded gun; there are at least three more within arms reach if I do sit, you know. I know. But I should sit? One baby to another says, “I'm lucky to've met you.” Maybe you should. Not all my bad but all my might, And all my mind, The fire, The light. …business or personal. [beat] Both. {Enter The Multiverse} What are we watching?! Shhhhhh! Shut up. What is this? Some.. Sshhh. Shit, I don't know. Sit down. You don't know. SHH it just came on Shh. Ok. When? Uh… (Nobody really seems to know how long it's been. The show just happened to come on; no one remembers how, or why— or even when— But the show is intense as it gets; And it just keeps getting weirder and deeper.) {Enter The Multiverse} I'm transfixed on your soul And it seems I aspire To what has transpired here, Your unremarked and the umpire The spider veins and the way it washes. And watches and waves, and waters over you, And still I seem to think you've won another, Strum to thumb of you. And still I wake to gather here The odds and whats And the twists and turns and the Troublesome you've number some Or stuttered, stumbled conciousness. And withered branches Aces lie and house of cards And aging scoundrels— There you are, the..: Nevermind. Don't belittle my ways if, In the end my thinking may be correct As dumbfounded as I have shifted my lottery bonds tied to none, There ye are again who aren't I, And never were, And weathered now, as I, bound to Struggle under her might, Nothing I was, and nothing I am And nothing I came from but to barter Oh hard love, I only found my kings upon thrown As cast out of another by her likeness, Peace and pale and primed as it was, And wanted for love, As I was not— And then, the gates had opened And I, preaching withered, Gathered my arts and my minds And my eyes, and my thrones, Buried my ark and though not my bones The shallow waking peaks of pride And there you gathered, all as huddled sheep to mine, The cost of war, but certain therefore honored as I have, Happened went, came and untied, shattered Hating all I am and all my dark and all my eyes and all my brown Because you came and went, a baby born to as nothing was but beauty and yet having been gifted such life, Departed! Soon, I wake shattered and with none as it had began, in my time and in time there laid there none, But fortune seeks to favor, as ye are saying brave and yet I neither beg nor make to differ, Shall you come again in part, And in this time as shadows, as shadows As hating and wearing and waging, And shattered I, I pardon, Knowing not they seeking I, And I having none at all but one, As forgotten I shall came And went And followed this, The time y'i call now, And ours and ours, And yours and yours, And mine and mine, Though as one are also, Common not, And waking yet to find, These things making have gone into yer Another of ours, world, Another of our dozens, Shines, Another of our gathered, wit, and waking Though true to fortune, none us have gathered And have embarked to truth, The waking I have come, Another, and another, and another Departed. And yet, I bury my words having weakened to that which is this, Ye have no fear and lest no fortune in these words, For having I to come and gone, since they times In words to make this a language I or neither other Does not speak here, and almost never, And this yours time past, Has come and gone And come and gone And come and gone again, So long so I too have parted but not yet Unfolded as does my nature, As God does. Belittle this, you waking fools, As to this you pity though divine, Is unlike any other And steep remarked in gold and with chimes and words That ye here no often or either now, or in mine speak. Amen …can I go now? You are dismissed. C'cxell Soleïl, aka DJ Ū is an American DJ + Producer, Multi-Instrumentalist, Playwright, Poet, Comedian, Novelist & Filmmaker. She is best known for her unique vocal riffs, Clever Lyricism & Philanthropically Inspired Freestyles and her flagship venture [The Festival Project.™] [Ï A M B ī C], a freestyle studio mixtape recorded in Los Angeles, (Official Release: TBD) inspired the adaptation of a staged musical version for Broadway, and a concurrent multimedia (TV/Film) series and ongoing saga as part of The Festival Project ™ Brand. Inspired musically by an ‘Ultra American' experience of Racially, Binary Ambiguity, and Synesthetic Exploration, her reflective melodies signature sound provides a philosophical dissection of American culture through a careful and inquisitive mastery of the English language, and emergence of world sounds through music brings about ‘A New Era in Nature', and clarifies the establishment of the newest wave in human evolution: Unity Through Music. L E G E N D S What if I just want to be alone in the dark Alone in the dark Alone in the dark Bones Duggar was a long, handsome zombie Bones once was a very tall man Not great and tall, as he stands But average, Grand as it were, his status. Everything's black My heart My pants My home My mind Everything hurts But you don't understand that Like I can Calm the commercial holidays for a moment Who gets the card? Get our your hard earned My head hurts Slam the door man; You can't control thoughts With a wombat Murderer Now that's a hard concept to catch When you haven't a soul When you haven't a card Or a car Or a cat I think I'm vanilla. I always thought of myself as a super kink Like a freaky, freaky bitch. So I got on this app. This app is better then Tinder. Yes. But it is not for the faint of heart. No, sir. They have a test, I'm like “ooh, I like tests” So I take the test. The test was not at all… As I'd hoped. First of all, It was hard. It was not a quiz; It was a TEST And I failed. I realized “Oh my god, I don't like any of this stuff” I am not about that! No! Yuck! Gross. “I think I might be vanilla.” I might be vanilla. I want my hair pulled back like a leash And my arms tied up Like I'm being arrested Without being read my rights. — I want your hands on the back of my neck [breathe] Reach around to my Mortimer's apple Put the lights out, Adam. I want the lights cut off. I want the bills piled up so the phone don't work I want the habit back on Don't talk to nobody I told you, I'm coming No, God! That's dumb! Show me why I'm off all alone with a rattle so bad It's just segmented thoughts, colors and sounds I can't make with all the plugins in the kindgdom of chaos?! I WANT KINGS, AND KINGS WANT BLONDES— I WANT KINGS, AND KINGS WANT BLONDES I WANT KINGS, AND KINGS WANT BLONDES —but the one who could love me is God, And I guess he's not coming. The denial turns to tears, Not songs no more My womb is empty And the sun has turned into Not what I wanted But not my fault We got caught in the land of Cutting costs And processed morsels At 400 pounds And that's where I found What I thought was love But it turns out That it just turns up In the whole form of a person And that's why I got the collar, caller But really I'm no one's lover So I Do what I want I don't hang up on God But he don't got a body And I need someone to love/ Fuck me Please God Don't turn the lights off I'll pull the clock back Just like foreskin, god i want your skin Draped over mine in a warm swath Probably run a hot back Cause the next stop is a closet The line doesn't really move for the Doesn'tMatterhorn. some people are starting to doubt if it's even a ride. Others just admire it for its eloquence as a metaphor. Johnny! You scared me! Aha. Where did you go?! Nowhere— fast! Alright well— Money when you know I have it But I haven't really Paid attention to the never ending Digits never coming in but Simply, there's a secret, Sonny Someday you'll get lessons, honey. Much to find and much to serve and Surf us up Piñata's bout the burst But here comes Vesuvius (POW) Everyone was gone in an instant (Vapor) Had a good laugh that night in the pantheon; Everything's past, and the mortals They kept on running But i didn't want go, God Putting on a show then I blow up Just like the mountain Found her Now I got a broke back husband (hope so) To tell, don't ask Don't show up if you just get lost But I'm probably in the back with a bottle back mountain Now you got a real horse pack. Trip Girl keep camping What was the map with the mask and the Fashion? Pass. I put sugar on the rim of the glass With my eyes half closed And my ass clenched fast shut I'm an alcoholic Don't involve the God I got lost in the mall with the —- UGHHHHHHHH! Hello. Uh, yes— hi. what up. Mirror mirror. Uh…nothing. You're lost? No. You look lost. Oh? Disgruntled. I am that. You're lost? I'm not lost. My friend is lost. His phone is dead. You lost each other. Sort of. Continuity conniption I nipped an eclipse And he picked his nose For a full ass minute Sitting at the stop sign That's a gobstopper's worth in our time Pull all the clocks back, Pull the fool over, You just got fined It was Friday for nothing I was in the hatchback, Scratch that Sour patch Should have called Pat back Now I'm just a Cool 48 in the ring with a date And the cashapp Continuity construction I want a husband! Fuck that. I want a clean cut plus one Since I can't have Helmet, Elmo, Or Hatchetman; Tears of a Clow…no, Wait I lost focus Half finished album Got 6 tracks But I knew it was 12 from the get go Prob‘ly should have knocked off the showrunner; Nah, I'm sure I had that coming Hashtag, undon Could have been you, too If the cash came through Now it's hard times Hardwired Sitting on a hi wire, Little white liar, liar Wait I made Katey Sagal (Fire) Cut off her hair (Fire) Went to the hall of fame with the framed sunglasses Asked for her autograf, But she walked off So I shot her with a bottle/ can, But she ducked, popped back up With the brass knuckles Surfboard Good for a chuckle and a fuck So I asked for her number All that on a Sunday at Gelson's market. Christ, almighty I miss Walmart, I hit hard times. So many places to run, But not many places to hide I think I want to die here I think i want to die. City of corruption… Lay it out and lay it over City of corruption… no, it's not a choice It's a black tie function Right in that very moment Seth Meyers kind of became my defacto personal hero. “Never meet your heroes” Or perhaps it was just his writing team, or the fact that maybe even without there even being anything set in stone or solid at all, [redacted] itself seemed to have a price over my head– It all seemed to make sense; in fact, all the crazy things i was experiencing made more sense than it didn't. But after what felt something like between defeat and maybe even one day really getting justice for all the things that had happened to me in new york– it was that, at best; That without actually meaning it, by all probability, the opening monologue described what in perfect sense the thing that had been happening to me: hundreds of motorcycles and cars riding around in circles for over a year, any time i tried to work or sleep–and then, when I finally tried to reach out to find an attorney that would help, I was made to feel crazy for it. In a way, it was the perfect indication that it had all been some sort of sick game, and that I was more right than wrong, and being set up to appear, sound, or look crazy–but I wasn't. I had been under attack for nearly two years, and when I tried to reach out, my heart raced and my voice cracked, and I sounded crazy and desperate–but what was happening was very real; and now I knew where I was. As it turns out, New York's corruption was more common knowledge to everyone else before it was to me: New York was a common place for fucked up, dirty, low-down mind games: and this was my lesson in that. Seth Meyers in reality had nothing to do with it–and really I only meant to watch Kimmel over my afternoon tacos. But still, though it hadn't entirely anything to do with me, the opening statements rang true to exactly what I had experienced; I was made to lose my mind, only to have everyone around me tell me it was something wrong with me–but it wasn't. Something was wrong with the city, and the building management, and the people around who were making it all to be some kind of mental disorder or problems with my mind–in reality, it was 2 years of being in the center of a speedway, and all the time i'd lost because of it adding to the stress, and the angst, and the depression that resulted. Moo. Moo… Moo. Moo, sir. I'll kill you. You promise? I want to. Don't get me excited over nothing; If this isn't the exit, please take this tease To the left, dear Moo, cow My honor Level one, and brother, you've got nothing Flip the coin and landed on your headache Betting on your helmet Standing on my cock, i'm taller (Not a rooster) But my ops are rooting for you, No informants, Dont you know I was a collar, all along? I was a shot calling, Cop calling Kiss-and-tell all as the night goes on. But oh, I brought you a dollar bra Oh, I bought you for all of a dollar And oh, I'm so much taller, Standing on my cock But i'm not but ten feet tall You know, you wrote that Should i open the book, or close that Caught that cat, owl and As i soft spoke at Every broken model Broken bottle for the thoughts you owe Across the scatters skies and no one ever knows When you're realling coming over Come on, I'm on the pornhub Just to pick up another one Go on, and rub the bottle One more once, To call the Bubbles. Damn. Come. (The Monkey obeys) You should see Michael in all of his godform You won't recognize him at all if not by the eyes When you follow home Believe me, this not comes close to it; The one you wanted The world you jumped to but were just short of Call her back Oh no, you're wrong It's another song A pin up girl And the wrong number Okah. Okah, Pablo. Time can be altered, changed or effected presently in any omnidirectional plane by engaging certain acts or synchronicities within multidimensional parallels or adjacent realms in time and or space respectively. –the reverse quantum simulation theory. Does anyone else smell blood I hate wedding days suits and tuxedos No, I don't know you I'm just here to sound the hundred drums Of the once before us (The ones to come) Then, there we were and I didn't want to admit Again, I was caught into the ghost of the rapture Or the holy hour, No aux chord Show the holy one Just how old you are On these sacr d lands and a holy grounds Now I want here half an ounce to smoke And there were drowning orchestras in all of the hearts And all of the markets, The market the marker And all of the sins of the savior The maytyr Did you remember not to notice not to know him Were you sure with words you were for nickelodeaon! I was supposed to hold on to, Supposed to hold on to Suddenly, it's summer. And always our own are under the weather There was no other wise man the wind. Lee the one came The site came and went and then the songs went left The songs went left; Again, the songs went left Did you win at wintergreen Well, God, I didn't know gym was a game. I didn't know guns we're just portals to worlds unknownn I didn't know gossip was golden What all else didn't I know It wasn't for here! It was fourth flour And in the final hour of the battle I commenced to summon All the gods and all the lords and all the flowers All the worlds of oceans and the Remember, this The remembrance It may not matter to some, What matters to most But until summer comes, I'm still up under the rail And practically it's spring, for the next two weeks I'm all berries and cream and whatever you wanted. Tormaline, emerald and onyx, the fox said And fox says its west when instead it's quite under what of the reporter's offer? Comes down a little to none What of the offer Comes down from a billion to one A billion to one I'm on TV so it's really just a one way screen Either way, I don't think he likes me much I don't think he likes me much I'd rather die than to fall in love even one more time And to keep on just never being loved Never beingbloved {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.

“Look what they eye unearthed,” leaning into the tip of my ear with the warmth and closeness of the coming waves, high tide approaching in the waning moon. “More secrets.” I replied. It was a question but also a statement— there was never such as this the luminescent trace of the glowing lava that was his force and might that I could not see for miles before he would even wander— first in twinkling stars and then later the wind itself and the birds, and then beneath the waves, like the quaking shake of a mighty oak anchored elsewhere and tied to the sea. “So you know.” I was hoping he would kill me before the next time I had to ever really know anything. He was the subject, and the predicate The wrong done, and the justice She was the pride and the prejudice But Judas brings the law Did you look in the box? No, I– [The Box Is The Box] –No, I haven't. Nearly three nights ago, a mysterious box arrived on the doorstep of an equally mysterious writer, who spends their time in isolation due to the often unannounced arrival of various ghosts, spirits, time travelers, and other figures by instant teleportation and other magical forms of transportation into their shabby New York apartment. Some of ya'll got so many air wick plug ins and scentci wax melts you don't know you smell like booboo. It's an illusion. You leave your house, You smell like booboo. I promise. Oh, God, I think I need a drink. Are you alright? Let me just–sit down for a second. Of course. My God. What's wrong. Look, i'm not supposed to say anything about this but. What's wrong? It's nothing, I'm just–I'm in a song. …what? A song! Is that all?! You don't understand. It's not a normal kind of song. It's– [takes a puff of inhaler] You wouldn't understand. Well what's so wrong about being in a song? Its not – a regular song–and it's not [gasping] finished! I still kind of wanted to be a comedian–but I knew I wasn't funny in the way that made sense to keep going and stand up there. I was still writing comedy, but I didn't know how to take myself out of it–the truth was, I was in a lot of pain. A lot of emotional pain that was becoming physical–and I didn't know what to do about it to break the barrier of nervousness and blank slate state of feeling the audience's perceptions of me more overwhelmingly than ever feeling myself. look at this song. I know huh. It's purple. Every time. It is purple. And what is that. Like a muted trombone? IS THAT A TROMBONE? Or a tuba? No, it has to be a trombone…becasue you can hear it slide– And that's what that sound is. What a sneaky rabbit. Super sneaky rabbit. So if i can see all this, I'm almost certainly sure the motorcycles outside and the slamming doors are meant to murder me. I'm sure that's what it is. You ever notice how being broke in New York makes you a bad person? Like, if you're broke, you're just automatically shitty. I never meant to be in New York broke. I never meant to be in New York, But I certainly never meant to be here and be poor, Poor in New York? Automatically a shitty person. Despite how you act. You can be a rich piece of shit— But the status is automatically “You got dough? Oh, alright. Carry on” That's the attitude in New York City. Crap people get by cause they got their hands on some money and the rules in New York say it doesn't really matter how you come by it, As long as you come by it. There's no real rules or real laws to it— Just “Get the money” Well god damn. This makes me nervous. I'm an artist. I've tried everything. I didn't mean to be the automatic enemy here. Of course not. But New York is a terrifying place to me, now, Cause I realized I can be a very sweet, very humble, very honest person— And that kind of shit doesn't matter here, really. It brings you no respect to be decent. It's about the money. So I'm a musician— which in New York also makes me like, Automatically not special, And I'm trying to just be a musician, and so naturally, I'm broke. Like broke in half. Like all my bills are late. But music is my solace. So I'm listening to music, And I'm listening to a song that is so beautiful, that I start to cry. The first time I heard it, it made me cry And I'm listening to it over, and it made me cry And it's so beautiful, and God is so beautiful And look at what God did, So I'm crying, And I don't even know what it is about the beauty of it that's making me cry, But it's making me cry, And New York hears me crying And New York goes “I'll give you something to cry about” And I open my email And there's a bill from my landlord reminding me how often I'm talked about due to my late payments— And I'm realizing I've been here two years and I still don't have any money, Even though I've been trying and trying And trying So now I'm crying for other reasons. Thanks a lot, New York. “I'll give you something to cry about” So I did. If there's anything worse than being black in a city that hates blacks— It's being broke in a city that hates broke people. So I haven't spent any money in awhile. Not even on little things, or things I need. I just stay inside, and work, and think And try and really try To figure out how to make money Without having any, or spending any. Cause you can have it, and spend it, but it's always a gamble. Maybe all I needed was a good cry. But now it's not for the right reasons I'm not crying cause something is so beautiful and look at what God did I'm crying because of what I'm sure is just the devil I'm crying for the wrong things Not because of something that's so very beautiful But because of something that's so very ugly With just a wave of the hand And the flick of each finger as it rolls into a crisp closed palm, A flick of birds fell to the ground, bursting with caws Below his stance, and in a flutter of feathers and wings, The evil master, unmoved and untouched, Untouchable in his weight and glory, simply only even mildly and barely smirks at all. He has defeated all and still somehow, not won. Some say it's sure to come, the thing that wants and gathers ties; Some say surely it is yet but withered and then sure again will come It has, five times, and barely waded, Waking in the midsts of my pure eye, The morning light and fog, aye? Ye, they remembers none but our Art, And I'm bound as sure by wing and force Is you to dozens of masses, And ships having sailed but one, Which I have flourished and kept And stocked with these, the masses And yea having spade, and having friends And having honor, there was none past kept and mine, sured; And wicked may as wicked be but evil none truer thou nones't had yet pured, and muted and gathered, I have, And woken and laid and barren and truths do'st tied, And there have been shooken and wait, And m faire'd and barred here, and hereforth My duty it is to forward, forward, my shallows For my shadow, For my golden hour has shined and now you, These caged shall fly, And these thoughts shall sing, And these hour conspired to miss my time daily, And these things, beytraying that— There have no times at all, These walls in holy temples kept, swaying and cadences, and wearing, and weary, And foreign and ayered, aye— and armored. And he, you, does not wish to know but also has known— and does not wish to see, but he, too has blinded, and does not wish to betray, and yet has been crowned, made with guilt and also Shattered, as it was, And shatters, as it came, the wave o'er all us and tide sinking under, and caves and rebels and heart laid bare to surf not suffer, Nor cap nor keeping, nor tied nor honor, No, honor her; No honor came and I have tied also, this tie to mine, and another, and another and another Now forward. Forward! Forward! Damn, Conan's monologues he going deep. Yeah, I guess. He's fine, right? Look, you don't need this. Just promise me. I am sorry. Mr Jimmy has it good, too good Little sister doesn't have a heart. But didn't know it Mister music made it in the industry, too hat Mister rager had a sip at dinner It was all dramatic Stars went falling Crashing down and All it is Ms. Martha Is mismanagement of energy All it is, Ms. Margret is a magnet And it hasn't happened badly since I had a handle on it But I still get sick of madness And I still get sick with city sickness Still, forget the dancer I was sitting on the show, In the audience With my mother, Oh the models, Dozens of them Blondes and ballet buns, the brunettes I was just a lost cause And I wanted it all, the tux and the bow tie I wanted you gone so I looked at it harder Until It became nothing but Clouds in the sky You were stardust I'm a comet Here comes crashing, Had to find the progress report Then I lost it Soggy in the sideways rain It was days and days Do you promise? That's a concept? Do you promise God will be alright, Cause I came running Sent them under cover Sent the men a message Send the man a hammer Sitting in a hammock No one homes the hostile If you don't have anything nice to say Then don't say anything at all And certainly don't come and go As often as you want to It's a game of control; you know The whites, when they still want to own you Somehow I'm all sub so honest, I just—wanted that But only for a man and never bow to another woman Even if on my honor I found us as equals And no one walks the earth as calmly As someone whose never had their lights out Or had their light put out Or their lights turned off Who are God now? Who's our God, man? Who's our God, Math. That's heavy weight, And if you want a biblical fate This is Fallon, And if you watch what you ate You cut calories And if you want the girl back Give it Californian And I'm not towrth much more Than the project housing, Or a handful of candy corn, Conan— But I phone in Oscars, Still no nuts for the rabbit, And if you wanted the bunker back— You can have it. I'm all hands down in a game of poker Heaven doesn't want it Gotta get drunk not once, but at all the goalposts, Gotta count one, not two, the show hosts Too few car parts Wicked, mazes, starfold, gazes Wishes, Martyred. (But pronounced mar-tired} V.O I think about jay Leno a lot. Lately, anyway. I don't know why. I like all the hosts. Somebody. Tell me why Dillon Francis looks like JD Vance. I think he's a clone. Tel me why I know who JD Vance is. They're clones. Tell me why. Back to the future here and now So. Where do you want to go? Anywhere but here. Anywhere but here is kind of far, are you sure you're up for it? Good one, doc Though head of the alumni chapter of the cult-within a cult—to which each African American cast member of Saturday night live is automatically inducted into— EDDIE MURPHY refuses to participate in the group's latest and most complicated ritual. Delivery. Uh, I didn't order any— Breadsticks. What. Breadsticks. I didn't order any— Just— The delivery man hands over the breadsticks. —take them. Oh…Kay. See ya. The delivery man reaches in and shuts the door himself. Uh… Lol is this the one where the mysterious breadsticks are delivered without ever being ordered, and then they end up being the best breadsticks in the world, but they don't know where they came from? Yes. I think so. Lol I bought a planner because so much I loved Joan Rivers, and I planned to fill it with all the places I should go— because keeping anything digital online was not only not working as far as remembering places I wanted or needed to be be, but it was dangerous, also. I was already being tracked, and I couldn't afford a new phone just yet. Eventually, but for now I was stuck to the same signal— which meant the same traces and the same trackers they had been limiting my under-the-radar mystique. As it were, somebody always knew where I was, and it was in the most unpleasant way so far—the only thing I really wandered was what made me so important anyway to begin with. I wasn't actually political in anyway, and still someone seemed to be trying to derail my life… or at least control it, neither of which was beneficial for me in the way that made sense. I wasn't having any fun, nor did I consider living indoors as payment— especially since indoors, there were also paid plants and stalkers, and now that I had begun to more meticulously document the things that were happening, it was easy to separate from delusions. I was actually being followed— but why? Either way, having a detailed. Calendar of places I could go, the ways to get there and even alternate functions within the same grid allowed more control than just staying in my apartment a sitting duck; that's how they were hurting me. They knew where I was— all the time, and it no longer made sense to fight it and try to make music under this kind of insane irritation; the music I was making wasn't the kind I wanted anyway, and whatever war they were fighting with m stark white girls motorcycles was simply not my war. I didn't have a war, and so there wasn't a fight, and so at the very least if I were going to be fucked with, it would have to be in public; that way I had more control to steer whatever was happening in my favor and collect the energy as mine instead of lost. I wasn't an insane person— but what had been happening at my apartment was insane, and so I left it with the understanding that these people worked and operated on a level of violence and ignorance I would never be able to comprehend; they were simply tools for the devil, which in any case, was always the lesser than God. However— because I was starting to figure out who I was, and that I had some sort of power, I knew that I was going to be attacked— because it seemed my power had at the very least not been figured out as to some kind of way to make somebody else money. I had been studying Michael Jackson and this was a key indication that the way his talent priovided a power which would be used as a service, he was very successful. His talent and training alone wouldn't have reapresented with such great reverence the ability to capture a global audience as such— but it was this power, almost as if it had been bottled up and altered, rebranded and sold and labeled with something everyone could not only love and understand, but by the hand of the media and its conglomerates, be hypnotized to worship, and this power simply put would not have been exactly what it was were it not for the eye of the media remaining in complete control of its distribution to the eyes and ears of the public. This thing which might have been the first of its kind but certainly not the last was in a sense model for modern superstardom— the live concert business had not sense much changed but built upon this super powered control of the masses by assimilation, spectacle, and of course the magic and illusion. But, and it it just so happened to perfectly brush up against my studies in esoteric knowledge that I happened to rub up against this— although nothing was of course by mere circumstance anymore, because whether or not I remained incognito was a wash, and I was being looked at by someone no matter what on the internet I did, or where I decided to go and in that sense was being fed these things, and yet with some Grace of God was allowed with it to be aligned with my own higher purpose in a way, I could observe that Michael Jackson was not in fact of course certainly just a dancer or singer or remarkable performer— he was truly a magician, and I was able to clearly recognize this language with with the energy that had used his vehicle for such a projection was speaking— not only this, I was able to clearly count out the markings and sigils and signs and symbols Michael was making in his movement; ancient arts, and magical symbols, traced so rapidly that it almost created a heat signature in a sense of the symbols that were being dictated, unknowing to the untrained eye. For the most part, I could only really assume that this is why these people were losing their minds— in his movements, Michael Jackson was literally carving ancient callings, glyphs and sigils I had so recently read about in magical studies that it was impossible not to laugh. This was in every sense of the word, ‘magic' but not in the normal way one assumes to be something unexplainable. Michael Jackson was casting spells to thousands of people at a time, in front of cameras and at high volume vibration, often times even implementing the use of light, color, and fire. These were not simple gatherings in mass for entertainment purposes— these were rituals, and in the modern day, still were or are— but I had noticed in a quick glimpse, from Michael Jackson 30 some odd years ago to Lady Gaga just having passed something like a week ago to an audience of the same size— that something was kind of wrong, now. The people had changed, and the specable had been done over and over, and the brainwashing of the masses had in a sense been almost complete— and so It wasn't some sense of confusion or unknowing the things that were happening to me in my own life and my own world— I too, was capable of these things, at that capacity, and had simply not been trained in the same sense of the ideal superstar, however— the things that were happening in my own life and in my own world were not difficult to grasp or understand— when one comes upon a power as such, it finds means to seek to control it and harness it for his own use and purposes. Perhaps it was the simple fact that in this way, in the way I get the dream had gone and the spectacle had been played out of the masses and the illusion was no longer as such— that the actual knowledge of distinct ancient wisdom that had been Michael Jackson's natural ability was distinguishable from that of Lady Gaga's training in the same formula, and that one did not equal the other, but in terms of business could equal to that as such as the masses had been manipulated to seek solace in these same things— and it was not illusion or grandiosity that I, even in my agingness, was still capable of these things; I had no doubt in my mind that I could sing and dance for two hours to audiences of hundreds of thousands— but this was not the question for the business or the media— the question was, would hundreds of thousands pay to see me, or rather— who was willing to front the means to hypnotize hundreds of people to become aware of me so that they would do such a thing. My talent and capabilities were undeniable— but my markatability might have been in question, because it was no longer simply a matter or chance or luck: the people chosen to figure such spectacle were chosen, hand selected and well trained to become media conglomerate superstars, even regardless of talent; perhaps this itself was the key indication that the world of the superstar itself had come to an end—it was no longer so much of a spectacle was worth it. Or, perhaps, because money had come between these ancient arts and symbols and languages being spoken by the superstars of old, that the magic in the literal sense had gone all the way away. The symbolism in the art had died, and so the singing and the dancing remained, but the God had gone out of it. Maybe that was the difference. The superstars of today were just the shell of the model that had been built on God, but the Godsense of it was no longer there— and so the magic no longer remained in effect, as the powers of magic that be are in all ancient arts and texts and forms attributive to The Source. Either way, I wasn't going to continue to be a sitting duck in my apartment in Brooklyn— there were too many indications that it had all been a setup from the shelter to the day I moved in, with the motorcycles and cars and CBS studios one block away. So the real and only question was, what exactly had been played at and who exactly was pulling the strings? I might at this point become a loose cannon: my son was estranged and as far as the people were concerned, I mostly hated New York— because the refined, clean cut and classy people I liked and wanted to be around saw me as the dirt and the grime I was fighting my way through just to simply exist— in my mind, this was a world that could be no more. I like Sara in a dress I like Sara in a dress I like Sara in a dress I like Sara in a dress I met sparrow in a cage I like Sara in a dress I like Sara in a dress Keep writing I never thought I ‘d see the day Where i's taking lessons on Fallon From Michael Jackson That's ran That's a fan This is fame I'm insane I'm insane That's a fan Light the flame That's a fan. That's a fan. I like Sara in a dress I met sparrow in a cage I went up the rack, set the page on fire Nordstrom rack And I might take it back for the cash I like Sara in a dress Stay repressed Keep it dark If you kiss don't tell I will probably go to hell for just writing Try it In black ink, I got all spades, Ehy, Spare me the ridicule, the imbecile and I met Johnny in a cage I like Fallon in a dress, Obsessive, I'm dressed out Every day I leave where I do not live Where stalker crawl and haunt me Just to show the motorcycles Have desheveled my intelligence into Nothing And so with negligence, I leave the core of a rotting apple The foreign words of a doctor And You must call the king, says something far off But I wonder which one I wonder which one I so respect her honor That I no longer Follow my heart or my soul And I don't shallow But shatter to swallow So I let the sparrow Out of the cage I bought Sara A pair of pants And I haunt l Patrick Kirkpatrick in patches And haven't you read yet You're ready for forget the pageant? It hasn't happened yet! I love Sara in a dress I hate Fallon and his wife Keep the kids out if it Skull and crossbones Cross my heart and Really hope to the loveless Or else Someone might call my phone back It's on silent in my coffin Or wait— It's on vibrate. I'm obsessed with the way You're dressed And the name on your checks I guess I'm better for it I'll skip lunch if you think that's what's best And dinner, too If you deserve the best Then better have learned my lesson No sweat And to do, With you, Was then, Dinner through next supper All the love I had was Rubbed into something other than The glass I patted dry With microfiber With ever fiber of my being I want to be with you I should have just— Died, And then Did, and so next Life, Remind me not to Fall for it If i really wanted to know you,I would know you by now– If i wanted to have you? I would have had you already Nobody is a dancer after Michael Jackson. I just watched some shit that was like “What the fuck did I just see” The whole thing was just not right. It was-/ I was like First of all, it's Munich, 1997. I never really realized how terribly the world has changed; No cellphones, but the audience is lit, And the crazy thing is, you can tell that this is near the turn of the century because, when the camera is panning by the audience in the people, they're not looking directly into the camera or waving at the camera— not really. And clearly this is an all ages show, so there's children, so the interesting thing I'm finding out is that nobody's trained to look at the camera and wave and smile— except the babies on shoulders and shit. These kids— they're my age now, are the only ones that see the camera, and they look directly into the shit. Mi still can't do that, really— I'm theatrically trained. Haha If I see a camera, I try to act ‘natural' It's the weirdest thing to look at a camera and just start to work it. People at festivals now, the camera rolls by, Or the drone flies in, And they look deadass in the camera and start to work it. Not at this show. Munich 1997, I'm like “Damn, a lot of things is wrong with this” First of all, I love Michael Jackson, I look directly at this man, and I'm in my dirty peak so I have an instant— like a sex detector thing going on And I know people gave Michael a hard time when he was a live for being fruity and whatever But I'm looking at this dude, and I don't see fruit at all. I see 100% man. I see why people were mad at him. Cause I'm looking at this dude, 100% All I see is carnal, primal man. I'm like, “Yo, I see why they was mad at him” Because the camera kept panning to the audience And these people are losing their minds. They are coming out of themselves. They are UGLY CRYING, full out of body, Losing composure They don't know what to do. That's Michael Jackson. He's right there! And the place is huge so really besides these few hundreds of people in the front, Michael's just a speck, But he's working this audience like “Yo, you know who I am, I know who is me” And I'm realizing, that to these people That's their god. These girls are losing their minds m “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!l *crying inconsolably* Just UGLY crying Bitch, get it together . You all the way lost yourself Get. It together. She won't. This bitch. I can't get over this This one girl, They just keep going back to her Cause the whole show— And this is like 2 hours of pure non stop Michael Jackson, This girl, every time you see her, she's just ugly crying— And every time you see her Her cry is uglier and ugly I'm like “Damn bitch” “Daaaaaaang” So this is the first thing I see that is wrong. But there's a lot of things wrong here, Cause there's a lot of girls like this. There's just— hundreds of girls losing their minds, like, I've seen Beatles mania and thought that was crazy, Shit, I've even seen some people put out that kind of energy in the modern world for some dumb DJ's— That's their god— But THIS THIS Michael Jackson mania was mental illness That was hard to watch. That was people just Lost control. I'm thinking “Like goddamn. You— what?!” “AAagghhhhhhgahahahahahqhahahhahaha MICHAELl “These people are sick” But they are. And so is Michael Fame has gone too far, 1997; 12 short years before he died, by chance— So this is what I see, And then Michael starts dancing, And this— This is what I see; I see the only thing that can ever be what it was in that moment in time, as God being God: Michael Jackson. Shiny ass motherfucker, And so I'm watching this show, And all I see is a God being a man being a God being— Michael Jackson— And the whole thing is weird. But the worst part— Yes The worst part Was when, about mid show, Michael goes to do one of his slow, lovey doves songs, And like, this 6 foot 7 type body guard guy, Just pops up out of nowhere, Comes dead front and center to one of these little girls losing their minds, Runs up on her in an instant; You don't even have time to think— And just SNATCHES her— Snatches the bitch— “Ah!” then throws her up on stage with Michael— And he's still singing; this is his game, this is part of the show, he knows— But she doesn't know, And she's just lost her mind, She won't let go She's hugging and kissing on the dude, She's lost her mind, She's ugly crying She's on the floor, She's kissing his hand She's really lost her good goddamn mind— And they pan out to the audience, And all the girls that didn't get picked Are like WHY NOT MEEEEEEEREEEEE?!? THE UGLY CRIES ARE EVEN UGLIER NOW, They're like “Wh—what?” You don't know?! “WHY NOT ME” They're holding each other crying, Michael's just doing his thing, He's unphased, He's trying to play along; He's a professional like a motherfucker; He's just— keeps singing And this girl is just, Losing it, so at this point, it's weird, She's crazy batshit lost her mind all the way, Won't let go of Michael, kissing his face while he's singing, He's kind of unreceptive to it, now just looking out at the audience, almost not even looking at all Just cold as fuck actually, Like she's not there, kissing his face Cold as fuck— And then another bouncer dude— An even bigger one in a blue suit, comes and tears her off of Michael Cause clearly this has gone too far or whatever And I'm thinking “What in the fuck did I just see” Blue suit dude just snatches, Just— He has to tear her off of him! She's kicking and screaming and getting dragged off stage Michael's just: singing. YO. Then they dragged her back stage. Where did she go?! WHO DID SHE BECOME?! WHAT IN THE FUCK DID I JUST SEE?!? WHAT. 1997. You can't do that shit anymore! You cannot snatch bitches like that. I seen. Watch the video. Tell me what's wrong with it. It's disgusting. Not the snatching, Not the— Like, that was weird But the screaming and the crying and the— Like okay, the snatching was bad— But I'm like … ..:: …. Now I see why they was mad. Don't ever forget he was once— A dark skinned little boy, And in his genetics his whole life is still this thing That some hate. But people loved him; they loved him that hard— Screaming, ugly crying hard. I think in that moment you know someone was like “he must be stopped!” And it seems like yesterday was a year ago But I don't want let anybody know… Cause everybody wants something from me now— And I don't want to let them down. My life is over. New York City looks so small from the top of a skyscraper. What are you doing. Then again— my thoughts lately have been grandiose. Back market, eh? What's this for? You need a burner. I have three. Here, have another. For someone whose supposed to be entirely off grid, I'm admirably reachable. Clever vocabulary. Something has to be clever about me, doesn't it? Does it? It must be. Or else. [both men are speaking casually over the delicate process of loading rare guns; some of which appear to be antique, and some—almost even unearthly , as if from somewhere besides our own planet. But, you could say what planet this is at all, actually— this bunker, with no windows and no doors, is apparently hidden in a subterranean layer— the location, unknown. The men seem calm but also quite tired and weary, and seem to know each other well. We can assume they've probably been friends for years. Sickle cell anemia. Does that mean I'm going to die. Animus, I quite like whatever that is, Google. ;) don't mention it. Honestly, you might as well. What. I can't help you with this. What. I don't think there's anyone who can. Beg your pardon. Please, don't beg— but uh… [the doctor pats his patient on the shoulder] Do take care. Gee, doc! I'll try! You should do that. What. Try. The doctor leaves seemingly in some kind of hurry, trading his lab coat for a trench coat and closing the door behind him. The other man pauses for a second in the silence of the weird linoleum room, then ponders on the coat for a moment before walking up to the coat rack, putting on the coat, and then walking out the door himself; as he begins to shut the door, he quickly decides also to take the fedora that was sitting atop the coat rack, placing it on his head before he walks out the door himself, shutting it behind him quietly. You got anything to eat in here? Cereal…some rabbit food ina the drawers, there. Oh, you have salad. That sounds nice. No, rabbit food. [the man presents a large bag of weird brown dry food from the crisper drawer.] …pellets. For the rabbits. How do rabbits get in here? …I don't know. And— more importantly— where did you get rabbit food for them? If I told you Amazon, would you believe me? The man just winces and places the bag back into the crisper drawer. Now listen, I um— If you want cereal, the milk is powedred… I don't— and that's disgusting— but listen— [the man cocks a loaded gun and admires it intensively] (Dismissively) —I'm listening. I've been meaning to tell you something. Tell me what. It's important. Oh, You couldn't have used one of my four phones. Look, it's— You know I wasn't expecting company. Well— You should sit down. The man squints, beginning to listen more attentively. … …really. I'm holding a loaded gun; there are at least three more within arms reach if I do sit, you know. I know. But I should sit? One baby to another says, “I'm lucky to've met you.” Maybe you should. Not all my bad but all my might, And all my mind, The fire, The light. …business or personal. [beat] Both. {Enter The Multiverse} What are we watching?! Shhhhhh! Shut up. What is this? Some.. Sshhh. Shit, I don't know. Sit down. You don't know. SHH it just came on Shh. Ok. When? Uh… (Nobody really seems to know how long it's been. The show just happened to come on; no one remembers how, or why— or even when— But the show is intense as it gets; And it just keeps getting weirder and deeper.) {Enter The Multiverse} I'm transfixed on your soul And it seems I aspire To what has transpired here, Your unremarked and the umpire The spider veins and the way it washes. And watches and waves, and waters over you, And still I seem to think you've won another, Strum to thumb of you. And still I wake to gather here The odds and whats And the twists and turns and the Troublesome you've number some Or stuttered, stumbled conciousness. And withered branches Aces lie and house of cards And aging scoundrels— There you are, the..: Nevermind. Don't belittle my ways if, In the end my thinking may be correct As dumbfounded as I have shifted my lottery bonds tied to none, There ye are again who aren't I, And never were, And weathered now, as I, bound to Struggle under her might, Nothing I was, and nothing I am And nothing I came from but to barter Oh hard love, I only found my kings upon thrown As cast out of another by her likeness, Peace and pale and primed as it was, And wanted for love, As I was not— And then, the gates had opened And I, preaching withered, Gathered my arts and my minds And my eyes, and my thrones, Buried my ark and though not my bones The shallow waking peaks of pride And there you gathered, all as huddled sheep to mine, The cost of war, but certain therefore honored as I have, Happened went, came and untied, shattered Hating all I am and all my dark and all my eyes and all my brown Because you came and went, a baby born to as nothing was but beauty and yet having been gifted such life, Departed! Soon, I wake shattered and with none as it had began, in my time and in time there laid there none, But fortune seeks to favor, as ye are saying brave and yet I neither beg nor make to differ, Shall you come again in part, And in this time as shadows, as shadows As hating and wearing and waging, And shattered I, I pardon, Knowing not they seeking I, And I having none at all but one, As forgotten I shall came And went And followed this, The time y'i call now, And ours and ours, And yours and yours, And mine and mine, Though as one are also, Common not, And waking yet to find, These things making have gone into yer Another of ours, world, Another of our dozens, Shines, Another of our gathered, wit, and waking Though true to fortune, none us have gathered And have embarked to truth, The waking I have come, Another, and another, and another Departed. And yet, I bury my words having weakened to that which is this, Ye have no fear and lest no fortune in these words, For having I to come and gone, since they times In words to make this a language I or neither other Does not speak here, and almost never, And this yours time past, Has come and gone And come and gone And come and gone again, So long so I too have parted but not yet Unfolded as does my nature, As God does. Belittle this, you waking fools, As to this you pity though divine, Is unlike any other And steep remarked in gold and with chimes and words That ye here no often or either now, or in mine speak. Amen …can I go now? You are dismissed. C'cxell Soleïl, aka DJ Ū is an American DJ + Producer, Multi-Instrumentalist, Playwright, Poet, Comedian, Novelist & Filmmaker. She is best known for her unique vocal riffs, Clever Lyricism & Philanthropically Inspired Freestyles and her flagship venture [The Festival Project.™] [Ï A M B ī C], a freestyle studio mixtape recorded in Los Angeles, (Official Release: TBD) inspired the adaptation of a staged musical version for Broadway, and a concurrent multimedia (TV/Film) series and ongoing saga as part of The Festival Project ™ Brand. Inspired musically by an ‘Ultra American' experience of Racially, Binary Ambiguity, and Synesthetic Exploration, her reflective melodies signature sound provides a philosophical dissection of American culture through a careful and inquisitive mastery of the English language, and emergence of world sounds through music brings about ‘A New Era in Nature', and clarifies the establishment of the newest wave in human evolution: Unity Through Music. L E G E N D S What if I just want to be alone in the dark Alone in the dark Alone in the dark Bones Duggar was a long, handsome zombie Bones once was a very tall man Not great and tall, as he stands But average, Grand as it were, his status. Everything's black My heart My pants My home My mind Everything hurts But you don't understand that Like I can Calm the commercial holidays for a moment Who gets the card? Get our your hard earned My head hurts Slam the door man; You can't control thoughts With a wombat Murderer Now that's a hard concept to catch When you haven't a soul When you haven't a card Or a car Or a cat I think I'm vanilla. I always thought of myself as a super kink Like a freaky, freaky bitch. So I got on this app. This app is better then Tinder. Yes. But it is not for the faint of heart. No, sir. They have a test, I'm like “ooh, I like tests” So I take the test. The test was not at all… As I'd hoped. First of all, It was hard. It was not a quiz; It was a TEST And I failed. I realized “Oh my god, I don't like any of this stuff” I am not about that! No! Yuck! Gross. “I think I might be vanilla.” I might be vanilla. I want my hair pulled back like a leash And my arms tied up Like I'm being arrested Without being read my rights. — I want your hands on the back of my neck [breathe] Reach around to my Mortimer's apple Put the lights out, Adam. I want the lights cut off. I want the bills piled up so the phone don't work I want the habit back on Don't talk to nobody I told you, I'm coming No, God! That's dumb! Show me why I'm off all alone with a rattle so bad It's just segmented thoughts, colors and sounds I can't make with all the plugins in the kindgdom of chaos?! I WANT KINGS, AND KINGS WANT BLONDES— I WANT KINGS, AND KINGS WANT BLONDES I WANT KINGS, AND KINGS WANT BLONDES —but the one who could love me is God, And I guess he's not coming. The denial turns to tears, Not songs no more My womb is empty And the sun has turned into Not what I wanted But not my fault We got caught in the land of Cutting costs And processed morsels At 400 pounds And that's where I found What I thought was love But it turns out That it just turns up In the whole form of a person And that's why I got the collar, caller But really I'm no one's lover So I Do what I want I don't hang up on God But he don't got a body And I need someone to love/ Fuck me Please God Don't turn the lights off I'll pull the clock back Just like foreskin, god i want your skin Draped over mine in a warm swath Probably run a hot back Cause the next stop is a closet The line doesn't really move for the Doesn'tMatterhorn. some people are starting to doubt if it's even a ride. Others just admire it for its eloquence as a metaphor. Johnny! You scared me! Aha. Where did you go?! Nowhere— fast! Alright well— Money when you know I have it But I haven't really Paid attention to the never ending Digits never coming in but Simply, there's a secret, Sonny Someday you'll get lessons, honey. Much to find and much to serve and Surf us up Piñata's bout the burst But here comes Vesuvius (POW) Everyone was gone in an instant (Vapor) Had a good laugh that night in the pantheon; Everything's past, and the mortals They kept on running But i didn't want go, God Putting on a show then I blow up Just like the mountain Found her Now I got a broke back husband (hope so) To tell, don't ask Don't show up if you just get lost But I'm probably in the back with a bottle back mountain Now you got a real horse pack. Trip Girl keep camping What was the map with the mask and the Fashion? Pass. I put sugar on the rim of the glass With my eyes half closed And my ass clenched fast shut I'm an alcoholic Don't involve the God I got lost in the mall with the —- UGHHHHHHHH! Hello. Uh, yes— hi. what up. Mirror mirror. Uh…nothing. You're lost? No. You look lost. Oh? Disgruntled. I am that. You're lost? I'm not lost. My friend is lost. His phone is dead. You lost each other. Sort of. Continuity conniption I nipped an eclipse And he picked his nose For a full ass minute Sitting at the stop sign That's a gobstopper's worth in our time Pull all the clocks back, Pull the fool over, You just got fined It was Friday for nothing I was in the hatchback, Scratch that Sour patch Should have called Pat back Now I'm just a Cool 48 in the ring with a date And the cashapp Continuity construction I want a husband! Fuck that. I want a clean cut plus one Since I can't have Helmet, Elmo, Or Hatchetman; Tears of a Clow…no, Wait I lost focus Half finished album Got 6 tracks But I knew it was 12 from the get go Prob‘ly should have knocked off the showrunner; Nah, I'm sure I had that coming Hashtag, undon Could have been you, too If the cash came through Now it's hard times Hardwired Sitting on a hi wire, Little white liar, liar Wait I made Katey Sagal (Fire) Cut off her hair (Fire) Went to the hall of fame with the framed sunglasses Asked for her autograf, But she walked off So I shot her with a bottle/ can, But she ducked, popped back up With the brass knuckles Surfboard Good for a chuckle and a fuck So I asked for her number All that on a Sunday at Gelson's market. Christ, almighty I miss Walmart, I hit hard times. So many places to run, But not many places to hide I think I want to die here I think i want to die. City of corruption… Lay it out and lay it over City of corruption… no, it's not a choice It's a black tie function Right in that very moment Seth Meyers kind of became my defacto personal hero. “Never meet your heroes” Or perhaps it was just his writing team, or the fact that maybe even without there even being anything set in stone or solid at all, [redacted] itself seemed to have a price over my head– It all seemed to make sense; in fact, all the crazy things i was experiencing made more sense than it didn't. But after what felt something like between defeat and maybe even one day really getting justice for all the things that had happened to me in new york– it was that, at best; That without actually meaning it, by all probability, the opening monologue described what in perfect sense the thing that had been happening to me: hundreds of motorcycles and cars riding around in circles for over a year, any time i tried to work or sleep–and then, when I finally tried to reach out to find an attorney that would help, I was made to feel crazy for it. In a way, it was the perfect indication that it had all been some sort of sick game, and that I was more right than wrong, and being set up to appear, sound, or look crazy–but I wasn't. I had been under attack for nearly two years, and when I tried to reach out, my heart raced and my voice cracked, and I sounded crazy and desperate–but what was happening was very real; and now I knew where I was. As it turns out, New York's corruption was more common knowledge to everyone else before it was to me: New York was a common place for fucked up, dirty, low-down mind games: and this was my lesson in that. Seth Meyers in reality had nothing to do with it–and really I only meant to watch Kimmel over my afternoon tacos. But still, though it hadn't entirely anything to do with me, the opening statements rang true to exactly what I had experienced; I was made to lose my mind, only to have everyone around me tell me it was something wrong with me–but it wasn't. Something was wrong with the city, and the building management, and the people around who were making it all to be some kind of mental disorder or problems with my mind–in reality, it was 2 years of being in the center of a speedway, and all the time i'd lost because of it adding to the stress, and the angst, and the depression that resulted. Moo. Moo… Moo. Moo, sir. I'll kill you. You promise? I want to. Don't get me excited over nothing; If this isn't the exit, please take this tease To the left, dear Moo, cow My honor Level one, and brother, you've got nothing Flip the coin and landed on your headache Betting on your helmet Standing on my cock, i'm taller (Not a rooster) But my ops are rooting for you, No informants, Dont you know I was a collar, all along? I was a shot calling, Cop calling Kiss-and-tell all as the night goes on. But oh, I brought you a dollar bra Oh, I bought you for all of a dollar And oh, I'm so much taller, Standing on my cock But i'm not but ten feet tall You know, you wrote that Should i open the book, or close that Caught that cat, owl and As i soft spoke at Every broken model Broken bottle for the thoughts you owe Across the scatters skies and no one ever knows When you're realling coming over Come on, I'm on the pornhub Just to pick up another one Go on, and rub the bottle One more once, To call the Bubbles. Damn. Come. (The Monkey obeys) You should see Michael in all of his godform You won't recognize him at all if not by the eyes When you follow home Believe me, this not comes close to it; The one you wanted The world you jumped to but were just short of Call her back Oh no, you're wrong It's another song A pin up girl And the wrong number Okah. Okah, Pablo. Time can be altered, changed or effected presently in any omnidirectional plane by engaging certain acts or synchronicities within multidimensional parallels or adjacent realms in time and or space respectively. –the reverse quantum simulation theory. Does anyone else smell blood I hate wedding days suits and tuxedos No, I don't know you I'm just here to sound the hundred drums Of the once before us (The ones to come) Then, there we were and I didn't want to admit Again, I was caught into the ghost of the rapture Or the holy hour, No aux chord Show the holy one Just how old you are On these sacr d lands and a holy grounds Now I want here half an ounce to smoke And there were drowning orchestras in all of the hearts And all of the markets, The market the marker And all of the sins of the savior The maytyr Did you remember not to notice not to know him Were you sure with words you were for nickelodeaon! I was supposed to hold on to, Supposed to hold on to Suddenly, it's summer. And always our own are under the weather There was no other wise man the wind. Lee the one came The site came and went and then the songs went left The songs went left; Again, the songs went left Did you win at wintergreen Well, God, I didn't know gym was a game. I didn't know guns we're just portals to worlds unknownn I didn't know gossip was golden What all else didn't I know It wasn't for here! It was fourth flour And in the final hour of the battle I commenced to summon All the gods and all the lords and all the flowers All the worlds of oceans and the Remember, this The remembrance It may not matter to some, What matters to most But until summer comes, I'm still up under the rail And practically it's spring, for the next two weeks I'm all berries and cream and whatever you wanted. Tormaline, emerald and onyx, the fox said And fox says its west when instead it's quite under what of the reporter's offer? Comes down a little to none What of the offer Comes down from a billion to one A billion to one I'm on TV so it's really just a one way screen Either way, I don't think he likes me much I don't think he likes me much I'd rather die than to fall in love even one more time And to keep on just never being loved Never beingbloved {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.

Do you call it "pop," "soda," or "coke"? We look at the interesting history behind these regional names for carbonated beverages. Then, we look at words where you can use a Q without a U, which might help your Scrabble game.The pop, soda or coke segment was written by Valerie Fridland, a professor of linguistics at the University of Nevada in Reno and the author of "Like Literally, Dude: Arguing for the Good in Bad English." It originally appeared in The Conversation and appears here through a Creative Commons license. You can find Valerie at valeriefridland.com.The Q segment was written by Karen Lunde, a career writer and editor. In the late '90s, as a young mom with two kids and a dog, she founded one of the internet's first writing workshop communities. These days, she facilitates expressive writing workshops, both online and off. Find her at chanterellestorystudio.com. 

The Golden Age of Fraternalism lasted from 1870 to 1920 and was a time when fraternal organizations in the US had the largest surge of popularity. These organizations included the Knights of Columbus, the Rotary Club, the Freemasons, the Shriners and the Odd Fellows. The Odd Fellows is one of the oldest orders and while they don't have a large membership today, they were very influential at one time. So influential, that the Catholic Church declared that anyone belonging to the organization was condemned. This meant that Odd Fellow members and their families couldn't be buried in Catholic cemeteries. They established their own cemeteries to fill the need and they are located across the country. Many of these cemeteries are black cemeteries and very significant for just that reason. On this Stones and Bones, we are going to explore a few of these cemeteries.  Intro and Outro music "Stones and Bones" was written and produced by History Goes Bump and any use is strictly prohibited. Check us out at: https://historygoesbump.com Other music used in this episode: Music: Flying Angels by Sascha Ende Link: https://ende.app/en/song/2934-flying-angels

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What happens when entrepreneur burnout leads to a complete shift in how you work and who you serve? In this episode, Lesley Logan talks with personal development expert and Goals2Life founder Wendee Close about her startup journey, building a purpose-driven platform, and why slowing down can actually speed up your success. If you're feeling stretched thin or stuck in your business, this conversation will help you reset your goals, reclaim your time through time blocking, and prioritize well-being — starting with sleep.If you have any questions about this episode or want to get some of the resources we mentioned, head over to LesleyLogan.co/podcast https://lesleylogan.co/podcast/. If you have any comments or questions about the Be It pod shoot us a message at beit@lesleylogan.co mailto:beit@lesleylogan.co. And as always, if you're enjoying the show please share it with someone who you think would enjoy it as well. It is your continued support that will help us continue to help others. Thank you so much! Never miss another show by subscribing at LesleyLogan.co/subscribe https://lesleylogan.co/podcast/#follow-subscribe-free.In this episode you will learn about:What led Wendee to build a purpose-driven platform from scratch.Goals2Life's impact in helping people avoid burnout and regret.How Wendee's leverages AI in helping students build habits that stick.How time blocking can help protect your energy and prevent burnout.How asking what your future self would do can guide your daily decisions.Episode References/Links:Goals2Life Website - https://www.goals2life.comGoals2Life on Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/goals.2.life/Goals2Life on Facebook - https://beitpod.com/goals2lifefbWendee on YouTube - https://www.youtube.com/@WendeeCloseBook: Big Magic by Elizabeth Gilbert - https://a.co/d/8xm2XNRGuest Bio:Wendee Close is dedicated to empowering students with the life skills they need to set and achieve meaningful goals. Through her Goals2Life framework, she helps young people break down big ambitions into small, actionable steps that lead to success. With a personal development and goal planning background, Wendee provides tools and guidance to help students stay motivated, build confidence, and turn their dreams into reality. Wendee Close is a recognized leader in personal development and goal planning, specializing in helping students build habits that drive success. As the founder of Goals2Life, she teaches young people how to transform overwhelming aspirations into structured, achievable steps. With years of experience in coaching and mentorship, Wendee understands the challenges students face—procrastination, uncertainty, and lack of motivation—and provides clear, actionable strategies to help them thrive in school and beyond. 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You have to take care of yourself. Because if you just focused on, oh my gosh, I love what I do, I'm going to work, work, work. That's great. But guess what? You're not going to show up as the best version of you.Lesley Logan 0:12  Welcome to the Be It Till You See It podcast where we talk about taking messy action, knowing that perfect is boring. I'm Lesley Logan, Pilates instructor and fitness business coach. I've trained thousands of people around the world and the number one thing I see stopping people from achieving anything is self-doubt. My friends, action brings clarity and it's the antidote to fear. Each week, my guest will bring bold, executable, intrinsic and targeted steps that you can use to put yourself first and Be It Till You See It. It's a practice, not a perfect. Let's get started. Lesley Logan 0:51  All right, Be It babe. I'm gonna get into this interview as quickly as possible, because our guest today is one of my favorite humans in the world. Everytime I get off a call with her, I am more motivated to do the thing I already was motivated to do. So this podcast is honest, it's authentic. It's got great tips and it's gonna help you be it till you see it. So here is Wendee Close from Goals2Life. Lesley Logan 1:13  Be It babe, get ready. This conversation is gonna be the caffeine you forgot to get yourself this morning. I promise you. Wendee Close is our guest today, and the two of us, we get together, it's like, so you are, you can slow the speed down if you're someone who speeds up the podcast. Wendee Close, girl, I love you. Can you tell everyone who you are and what you rock at? Wendee Close 1:35  Oh my gosh. Okay. Well, first off, my name is Wendee Close. Like she said, I am the CEO and founder of Goals2Life, and I rock at execution and getting shit done. I am the GSD girl. Definitely want to bring it to people where they could actually say, I want this, and they just don't know how to actually implement it. And I'm your girl for that.Lesley Logan 1:53  You so are. Here's the thing, like I was looking through, you know, Be It babe, we have, like, a form that people fill out. And it's really funny, because I, whenever it's a friend of mine, I'm like, just fill out the logistics, like email address, I know you, but like, my team's like, we do need the bio, Lesley, we do need these things. I'm like, ah (inaudible). But one of the things that I love that you wrote in this form, you actually talked about being it till you see it as a CEO of Goals2Life. And I, I would love for you to share that with people, because I couldn't agree more when I met you, when I met you, Goals2Life was an idea. You were busy doing the things, but it wasn't a thing yet. But to me, I was like, I felt like, oh my god, this woman is the CEO of the biggest, coolest, most amazing, successful company, and then I find out, like, the next day, when I'm talking with you, you are in the process of it. So you are a Be It babe, example, tell everyone what you did. Wendee Close 2:51  Oh, I, 100% okay. So for me, I lived 27 years in a B2C world, and that's like, you know, working directly with the consumer I decided, you know, here I was not in alignment with my calling. So I'm like, okay, I have now been put into a direction that now is in alignment with my purpose. So it's very clear when you have vision and you're like, okay, this is the vision of what I'm supposed to do, the gifts that I have, I'm perfectly in alignment, it, and when the vision is so clear, you you become it. So I knew I had to create a SaaS platform, which is a software service, a huge platform to solve a world problem. It's like, it's not, it's so much bigger than me. And so I have to believe so much in the calling and the purpose and my gifts and my capacity to know when I walk into the room, it's already happened. It's already happening like I already know it's not if, it's just when, and it's going in because the conviction is so strong, because you're filling a need and a void that is so needed, and you know you have the right solution, and you know you're the right person. You just show up because that's who you are, and that is what you are doing and what will be done in the perfect time. So you know, when you believe in what you're doing and when you're in alignment, it's just so easy to show up and say this is who I am, this is what I'm doing. These are the lives I am changing. This is what I'm going to do. And I'm not just doing it here and now I'm going to do it across the world. So it's just taking it in and sometimes living it way bigger than you are, because the vision is so strong and you believe it, so you live it. Lesley Logan 4:28  Yeah, I, I agree with that. Like I and loves, you don't need to know what a SaaS or a B2C is, to know that, like, all this stuff, like, to take everything she just said because I think what I, what I want to highlight is, like, you are very successful for 25 years in doing what you're doing. Like, honestly, you could have just like retired. You could have just like part time. Wendee Close 4:49  Yeah, my husband reminds me that all the time, let's just take a risk and let's just go live decide when he wants to leave a legacy in a whole different direction. You know it is, it can make you sick if you are out of alignment with who you are. And until you could really find your purpose and use your God given gifts, it can be a struggle, and you may have this emptiness or feeling of unfulfillment. And so until you can actually get clarity on what that is, and then start crafting a plan and start moving into action and when you start acting on the things that you know and you're in alignment, you start having this overwhelming sense of joy and there's not a day of working, you know, when people say, you know, what's the saying of when you, when you love, what you do, you're never, never work or whatever, truly like, I get up and straight, straight up, you guys, I'm in a startup, and this is launching a software startup. This is not easy. This story to be tell. I cannot wait. Lesley Logan 5:44  It's like obstacle after obstacle, like green light, yellow light, red.Wendee Close 5:50  I will tell you I wake up every day with so much joy of the opportunity to be called to do something so great, and to actually be able to impact lives and make a difference. I do not, no matter how many hours, no matter what the struggle, no matter what the difficulty is. When you are in alignment and you have vision and you know you can help other people, there's not, it doesn't feel like work, like it really doesn't even, no matter how hard it is, unless you know it's hard.Lesley Logan 6:17  Yeah, oh, it's, I agree with you, like, you know, before we hit record, I was like, I refuse to work more than eight hours a day. Wendee Close 6:23  Yeah. You just told me that. Lesley Logan 6:24  My work day is technically scheduled to be around seven, sometimes six. And the reason is, is, like, it's gonna go an extra hour. I'm gonna, like, I'm gonna wrap things up before I, like, sit down and I'm like, okay, what's going on for tomorrow? That doesn't mean I don't love what I do. It just means that, like, I also know that I have to live a full life, to show up every day to be the thing for you, for everyone that I'm helping. But I wake up every day like so excited. I do not hit snooze, I get in a cold punch, I get my walk in. I cannot wait to do the things that I'm doing, and I agree with you. Like, if you are out of alignment, you do almost get sick, you get frustrated, you start lashing out. You know, I guess, like, the question I have because, like, I we, I am in a tech business, which I would never have thought, like, I didn't. I was like, I'm a Pilates instructor and I hear my husband go, oh, we have a tech platform. And I was like, I'm like, we do? It's beautiful. It's so good. Lesley Logan 7:17  Hold on, does anyone notice what colors I'm wearing? Lesley Logan 7:20  Oh, my God, she is wearing OPC color. She's got the OPC hot coral. She's got the OPC turk- she is OPC. So I, I think, like, I think some people get caught up in the part that we're in right now, which is, like, we're in it. We're building something we didn't know. And you're kind of learning as you build a plane. How did you get yourself to trust that you'd figure it out? Because, like, you go from having the goal of a Goals2Life is, and by the way, her B2C was not like, also in tech guys, so this is, like, a whole, I just want to say, like, like it was, this is a 180 from what she was doing. How did you go from like, it's okay that I don't know what I don't know, I'm gonna do it anyways. Like, how did you wrap your head that you'd figure it out?Wendee Close 8:09  I, well, I would just tell everyone, just learn to be as resourceful as you can. And I was not afraid of asking a lot of questions and being vulnerable to the people that I know had the answers, because people really do want to help you, and there's a lot of people out there that if you come and you just being honest and very transparent about where you are and what you're trying to do and that you don't know, they will help you. And so I have made some incredible relationships and found some phenomenal mentors on this journey asking. And then I am just extremely resourceful, and I have confidence to say, you know, there's a lot every day I wake up every single day I'm like, I don't know how to do this. I don't know how to do that. Like today, I'm doing a live with Brooke Riley, and we are going in because I don't know how to go live. You guys. I don't. And guess what? What do I want to do? I wake every day, up every day figuring out how I can reach more people, to impact more people's lives. So guess what Wendee needs to do? I need to get out of my comfort zone. I need to learn how to go live, how I can get in front of more people. Do I want to do it? Not really. But guess what? I do want to impact lives. So guess what Wendee's going to learn? We're going to go live and we're going to learn how I'm going to go live through Goals2Life. I built a plan. She's going to teach me, and we're going to teach other people, but that's like everyday, I don't know what I'm doing. I'm going to get online and say, I don't know what I'm doing. So you all can watch me not know what I'm doing, but we will learn together, and people will be more vested in what you're doing when you show up that way.Lesley Logan 9:37  I agree. I, thank you for, and also thank you for being vulnerable and you, you and Brad are like people in my life who like you're not afraid to ask people for help or ask people for connection or ask and I didn't grow up like with that. And so I'm always so surprised when I see people do it. But then what it does is it gives me permission to do it too. And so I find myself doing it more, and I'm like, okay, and I don't even have to feel guilty for asking for that, because they are doing it. If they didn't want to do it, they wouldn't do it. And if they don't do it, it's not that they don't want to do it. They might have forgotten. So let's just, hey, are you still going to do that thing? No problem if you're not. Like, you guys have, the two of you, thank God for you. Like, it's a contagious behavior that you have that I needed. So let's talk a bit about Goals2Life. Because, like, you are creating this platform. It is huge. It is robust. It is for the biggest impact of all these people. Why and what do you want people to do with it? Wendee Close 10:36  Oh my gosh. Well, the big why is I want people to live a life of wholeness. We want to help people trade that burnout, that fatigue, for fulfillment and the overwhelm for outcome, by helping them bring their goals to life, but the biggest thing is, in every area of their life. We don't want one person focused on one area and looking back and regretting and understanding that they compromised other areas, just like, Lesley, how you're saying you're going to do an eight hour a day. You have to do that self-care. You have to take care of yourself. Because if you just focused on, oh my gosh, I love what I do, I'm going to work, work, work. That's great. But guess what? You're not going to show up as the best version of you. Something's going to give, and you will get the burnout if you don't take care of yourself. So it's really bringing awareness to people, understanding that we are so multifaceted, and we have to take care of each area, like if you neglect your finances, your relationships, your spiritual connections, your anything like I, mental health, like, you could literally, okay, let's just talk right here. We could be the best Pilates person ever, and have your body so strong, and here you are, but mentally, you're a hot mess. So health is not health, like, that's great. But guess what? If you're not taking care of your mind and having peace in your mind and reducing that stress or anxiety that you might be feeling, then you're really not feeling as if you are truly at peace and in harmony with what you're supposed to. So, yes, first thing first, Goals2Life is to help people, because they, they, everybody, I don't care if you're 10 years old or 90, everybody wants something. They desire something. They need to do something, or they dream of doing something, right? So now it's like, okay, what do they do with that? Most people just spiral it in their head. We empower people to allow them to understand the next step is to actually get it written down. And how do we help them create a plan? Because without a plan, they're just wandering around with a no direction. Have no clarity. They're stressed because they don't know what direction they're going. And then once they write the plan, we have an easy tool and a resource through our system to help them implement and execute the plan so what they can actually achieve the life they want. And that's what we want. People deserve to live the life they want. They just need to know how to do it. And we want to empower them through Goals2Life, to live the life that they really deeply desire. And people just don't know how.Lesley Logan 12:59  Yeah, yeah. I mean, it's true. I mean, like, I think people get so caught up in the how. And there's all these coaches out there, very brilliant people who are like, oh, don't get, don't get stuck on the how, just figure out the why and the what. And it's like, yes. And also, like, people do need to help with that first next step, because if they don't know the first next step, they will just get stuck in this house. So I really love that you've like, created this platform that really helps people, like, create a plan.Wendee Close 13:27  A detailed plan. Sadly, I know people don't want to live in the details. And right now, we're working with a university here in Southern California, University of Irvine UCI.Lesley Logan 13:35  Cool.Wendee Close 13:36  And I have their I have their computer science department, their graduate students working on our platform right now, and you know, we're talking about AI. So AI is built into the system to guide you. We do have over 60,000 data points, so we have recipes for success. You want to feel this way? We'll tell you the strategies and actions. You don't even have to think, but we want people to think. So, we're like, how much do you want AI influencing a life plan for people? And it's interesting, because AI is such a big topic right now, where you know to commit to something, to really commit to change, you do need to know your why, but you have to be vested into the work of creating and thinking about what, what you are willing to do, what you're willing to sacrifice. And you can't let AI do that, and AI can't do the actions for you either. You have to do the work and yeah, so it was interesting a fine line of how much you bring AI into this process, because if you make it too easy, they're not going to end up executing. Sometimes you have to do the work to be more committed.Lesley Logan 14:34  Yeah, I think you have to have some skin in the game, like, there has to be some investment. It's the same reason, like, you know, I got I did a lot for my business, listening to podcasts for free when I didn't have money to invest in coaching, but at some point, I was not willing to take the risk money-wise in my business with these ideas I was hearing on podcasts, until I invested in a like, you have to have some skin in the game so that you actually can do the work. I agree. My girlfriend, Monica, does my photos. She's been on the podcast before. She is like, are you using chatGPT to give you a pep talk in the morning? I was like, no, what are you talking about? Wendee Close 15:10  I haven't heard of that. Okay. That's a new, that's a new, thank you for sharing. Lesley Logan 15:13  She sent me screenshots. And it is like, Monica, you are the best. I mean, like, it is so great. I was like, okay, I clearly need to get up in the morning and say, good morning. Here's what I got going on today. Give me my pep talk. Like, not because I need it, but like, there is something nice about someone else going, you got this. Like, I think that that's really cool. I want to go.Wendee Close 15:33  I love that, by the way, thank you (inaudible) We could all use some motivation, right? Lesley Logan 15:40  Yeah, yeah. I mean, like, I don't know, some of us listen to music, like, we've had, like podcast guests on before. Like, their Be It Action Item was like, pick up your fave what's your song that's gonna be your Be It song and play it every morning. And that one resonated for me a little bit. But there's something about like, I don't know someone like, like, cheering me on as I get ready in the day, like, I kind of need it, but I, I want to go to like you are so good, and like one of the most generous humans I've ever met is you okay? So you are, like the picture next to the definition of the word generosity with love, all of that. So how do you make sure you don't get lost in the impact you're trying to make in the and being the owner of this business, EE CEO, the wife, the mom, all the things that you do, like, how do you prioritize Wendee? How does that happen? Wendee Close 16:25  Oh, wow, that's, that's great. You know, I was thinking about that because I love human connection, and I love people so much. And sometimes, you know, I know that I give at a 10. Like, you know, some people are like, are you a bucket? Like, where do you go? Because not everybody's at a 10. Some people are at a two, and you can't have those expectations that they want to love on you the same way, but they do love you. They just don't have the capacity to love it that way. So I have to say when I'm doing it, it has to make me feel good like when I'm giving and loving I have to be filling my bucket. The minute I'm start doing things that are not serving me well. I need to set my boundaries and realize, am I doing this because, why am I doing this? Is it because it's actually filling me up, and if it is filling me up, then I will continue to do it, but if it's starting to I'm starting to question if it's taking away and not serving me well, I need to step away. And I think having those evaluations just because it's a behavior or something that I'm used to doing, I have to check myself, time, because time is so valuable, right? But I do know that for me, having I'm not a surface person in any way, shape or form, having meaningful conversations with people where we actually are challenging and supporting each other is really what fills me up. A lot of time with my husband, where we have time to pray and be together and connect and start our day off that way. I do start my day off with a playlist. We have Goals2Life playlists for every goal, type two on Spotify. So I am a music girl, but I do listen to podcasts. So Lesley, keep them coming if you're listening to them, you know, share them with me, because I do. But I think, believe it or not, as much as people think I'm such an extrovert. I'm actually really much of a needing to be quiet and still, so I do a lot of time in the sauna, reflecting and journaling. Also, that's how I take care of myself. I love my infrared sauna. I love to start my morning in there and just secluding myself with myself, and just having peace in the morning and taking care of my thoughts and my body.Lesley Logan 18:19  Yeah, I agree. Like, I know, I know there's a lot of people like, have, like, I have a lot in the morning. I have all this going on. I'm not a morning person. I'm gonna tell you, like, if you that's fine if you could prioritize another time of your day to give to you and your body. But if you're still not, then you gotta figure out how to do it in the morning, because there's something really amazing about, you talk about your cup being, your buckets, like, at a 10. I can tell the difference when I have, like, not done, not have to do my whole routine, because I travel a lot. You travel a lot. Like, I'm not gonna I don't have my sauna with me, my sauna blanket, or my cold plunge in my hotel. Wendee Close 18:53  I know, you're like, dang, when you come home and you're like, whoo. Lesley Logan 18:56  I know, but, but I still like, I'm like, okay, well, I can still do a morning walk, or I can still do a morning meditation. There's there has to be something that is selfishly for me to fill up so that I can show up and be the gregarious introvert you all know me as. That's what Brad calls me, I say high-functioning.Wendee Close 19:16  I agree. And I mean, it's and it's in disguise. People probably are always so shocked when you or I may say that I mean as much as I love and I get that sometime it just drains me too. So I just need to get that quiet time and just be alone and still so I can go and be there for people when I'm out next. Lesley Logan 19:34  Yeah. What are you, like, okay, your particular goal, Goals2Life, building this whole thing out, like, it has different stages, has different processes. It's like ongoing, it's years long, you know, like, I think a lot of people, when they set a goal, it's like something that can often be done in a year, but like, this project that you've taken on, like, I've known you for a few years now, and, you know, like, how what do you say to yourself? What do you like? How do you set yourself? I know it's we know we talked about alignment, and this is thing is in you, but it is hard, like I have for okay, I'm going to talk about myself for a second. OPC is turning eight this year, seven or eight this year, and, and if you had told me in, you know, 2017 when I started everything, that it was going to take me until 2025 for things to, like, fall into place. I don't know that I would have started like. I don't think I would have been like. I think I've been like. That is a long time. I don't know that I have the energy and stamina and money.Wendee Close 20:38  Yeah it's definitely (inaudible).Lesley Logan 20:41  And like money to continue to pour into a business to make it fulfill its dreams. So how do you do that? Because, I mean, like this, it's not like, this thing is free, and you're just like, you know.Wendee Close 20:53  Yeah, building a tech company is probably one of the most expensive front end. Like our first business, we had a really low overhead, and were able to bring profit in really quick to, like, grow it, you know. But this is a whole different thing, because you build before you get and what you're building is not something that is low cost. So, you know, especially when you're building it as robust as we are, and it's so layered. Yes, I mean, it is a complete faith project for me, I will have to, and it's not faith, of like, oh yeah, it's not a business, it's a massive business. But it's like, I am 1,000% clear that I am, I am the person, and I have been given the gifts and capacity to bring this out to the world, and I am. There's no turning back for me. So like, when I make a decision, I am going to give it my all, and I trust that God's gonna, like, open the doors and in His perfect time, I know it's not, it's not if this is going to impact lives worldwide. I am 1,000% confident, and let's just, quote me on this, I just don't know when, but it will happen. And it's like, really giving me constantly being around people like you, Lesley, that we just keep cheering each other on, or maybe our chatGPT also cheering us on, and our friends just giving words of encouragement, saying, girl, I get you, like I'm there, like we got this, like, just having each other's back and having people on your journey that are there to just truly support you. But yes, this is hard. Like, this is the story. I mean, I had yesterday and the day before, two really, really amazing, inspiring humans that are almost like mentors to me. They're like, Wendee, this is your story. This story that is, it's not going to break you, like, it's going to refine you to the person that you need to be so you can do what you're being called to do, like, this is hard, really freaking you want to cry sometimes, but you're still joyful, and your heart was like, this is so hard.Lesley Logan 22:42  Yeah, yeah, it I feel you like it is, it's, it's so hard. But also, everything is hard. You know, I once heard like I read, I've quoted this book before, because it's that good. Y'all have to read, it's called Big Magic, and she quotes a guy whose name I'm not remembering, but she quotes a guy, and it's Elizabeth Gilbert's book, and it's from years ago, like probably 2017, 2016, from years ago. And she quotes a guy who says life is a shit sandwich, and you just got to choose a shit that you can chew. Like it's got bread, some great stuff, some shit in the middle, some other great dressing and some bread. Like, just know that everything, every idea you have, every broad project you have, every goal you have, there's gonna be some shit in the middle that you're gonna have to chew up and tolerate and do, and it's hard. And so when I read that, I was like, oh, so it's not, this isn't just hard for me. Like, everyone has a hard everyone's going through it, and so I guess that should make you even feel good, because you're like, okay, I'm on the right path. I'm in the muck.Wendee Close 23:52  Well, no, truly, I mean, and it's just also being really intentional what you feed your brain. Like, I know that what we listen to, who we put around our lives, like even from the music to the if I don't really watch much TV, I don't have time, but like everything, I have to be very careful with what I'm listening to and who's around me, because it impacts and so I have to have things that are moving me in a forward direction and not spiraling me back. So because every you need to show up in a way like right now, I just went on a 40 day reset of resetting my hormones, resetting my metabolism and just getting my brain and everything in perfect alignment to have clarity so I could show up as a best version of me to do the work that I'm being you know, you can't be out drinking every night and eating whatever you want and feeling like crap and trying to show up as you gotta walk the walk, and you gotta yep and say, like, if I'm the one being called to do this, I need to take care of myself so I could show up this way and have the have what you need, because it's a lot of grit. It's a lot of grit. And it's like, I remember, okay, so there was a guy I helped his startup he ended up actually selling for, like, I think, two or $3 billion I mean, there's a big difference between two and three, but hey, in the billions, anyway. So I, when I talked to him, and I still talked to him, he said, are you sure you want to do this? You cannot do this for someone else. This will be the hardest thing you're going to do. And I'm warning you that if you think that you're being inspired by someone else to do it. It has to be so deeply in you, and you have to be so passionate about it, because this will probably be the one of the hardest things, and you have to have so much grit and so much hustle to make this happen. And I'm like, nope, it's in me. And I remember seeing him. I went to Utah to see my daughter, and I went and I went and met him at his office. I'm like, okay, I'm feeling it. This is hard, but I'm still happy. I'm still like, yeah, I'll take the challenge. This is going to be so much fun to do. Yeah. Lesley Logan 25:54  Thank you for sharing that. I think, I thank him for, like, telling you that. I think, like, you know, some people can hear that and think, why would this person try to talk you out of it? But I think, like, it's almost like you gotta talk yourself, like it's, it's you, it's important to know what you're up against so that you can make the best decision for not just you, but your family, those you love, all the things, because they're part of it too, even if they're not on the payroll, like they're in the journey, you know they're sharing you with, with this goal. Wendee Close 26:25  Oh, I, just sharing like I'm empty nester right now, no, kids. I'm some bird launcher. Let's think positive, right? I launched my babies out into the world, and so it's me and my hubby. Lesley Logan 26:33  I, okay, hold on, you're a bird launcher. Yes, we should start changing that, because empty nester sounds like, oh my God, are you okay? But a bird launcher.Wendee Close 26:41  I'm like, hell. I did a great job with these babes. Lesley Logan 26:45  Also, don't we want them to go off and fly? All these kids are coming back to the nest, and I think that that's not so good.Wendee Close 26:51  No, thank you. No, thank you. But yeah, so, you know, it's just all perspective, but it's interesting, because, you know, time blocking is important, setting boundaries is important because I don't want my husband to feel you know, I need to prioritize, because it's now the two of us. It's our time to be together and prioritize and enjoy one another, create experiences, and then also, here I am doing a startup. So bless his heart, but yes, no making sure that I am prior, he's feeling like a priority as we have launched our babes, and it's the two of us at home. He's not feeling second fiddle. So, you know, time blocking those things, it was interesting. Okay, so I, one thing you didn't ask, well, you kind of did, but I didn't say it, um, how I do things is, if it's not on your calendar, it's not going to happen. And you guys know, like with Lesley, she's really good about making sure things are on our calendar, and she has people helping. And same here. If something is a priority to you, if it's a goal, it needs to be on your calendar. If it's not on your calendar, it's not a priority to you. So you've got to look at your calendar and make sure that you see not heavily weighted in one area, that you see that there's different things on there that you are actually prioritizing beside one thing, because something will get. So I will tell you this morning, before I came in, I made sure I'm having a date night with my son on April 1st with my mom. I have a date night to celebrate my reset with my husband this I'm going to an amazing restaurant with him on Thursday and Saturday, so you know, and I'm just booking like, what's important? I need to, if it's important that I do a date night with my husband, that we celebrate our progress, that we I gotta get it on the calendar, that I see my son, that I see my mom, like the people that matter, that, you know, you make time for it. Even time blocking I want to move this project along, time blocking time to work on it. So time blocking is huge for me, and setting aside evening like sleep routines and morning routines and all sorts of things. Lesley Logan 28:41  Yeah, it's, I mean, and that's, we have a fun way that we, like teach you how to put their, like, work schedule together. Because a lot of people we work with, they go, they kind of only get paid if they're working. Now, if you do the math the way we teach you, then you're getting paid for your time off too, and the time that you're working on your business, all that stuff. But all that being said, the way we do it there's like, your priorities have to go in first, and your sleep is the first one. Like, it has to be in there. You have to put that in because if you are fitting sleep in between everything else, you can only go so long doing that. And once you hit 40, good luck, ladies, good luck. Your body will literally hate you back. Like, you'll be like, okay, you didn't treat me well. So here we go. This is what we get. So I couldn't agree more. I think, like, you know it's been said, like, show me your calendar. I can show you what your, what your priorities are. And also, like, it's okay. Like, I had a coach whose coach told her, if you get three things done in a day every day, let's just do it, like, five days a week. That's 15 things that you got done times four. I can't do that math in my 60 things, 60 things in a month. That's a lot of things, you know, but we're all trying to, like, you know, do all 60 things in a day, and then we wonder why we're exhausted and tired, and it's not that we're not moving the needle forward because. Can't have that many plates going this doesn't work like that. So I love that you talked about time blocking and priorities, and also appreciate you sharing, like, what that looks like. Because I think sometimes we think like, oh, it must be like during the day seven hours. It's like, no, you can have dedicated quality time at dinner at a really amazing place you've never been to have a shared experience. Bones flipped off like, you know, enjoy each other and that can't that actually can be enough, you know, so that you guys have something to look forward to, but also something to talk about other people.Wendee Close 30:29  Yes. I mean, it's so important, whether it be a relational setting aside time to work on the things that will, you know, help, help you in each area. Can I just say something really, Lesley brought up a really important thing when I mentioned sleep. So one of the big reasons why I shifted is I had a major burnout. And believe it or not, there was out of alignment, was one part of it, but the other one was me lack of sleep. I thought that I was Wonder Woman. I had the capacity to do all things. I'm Mmiss Energizer Bunny. I didn't need sleep. I thought it was a weird human that didn't need sleep, but I did all the perfect things, like, if you were to name like, what is all the things in every area of their life that you do and I was doing it all, but what wasn't I doing? I wasn't sleeping enough. And so what happened? I got massive burnout, and that had to do because I wasn't sleeping. So now, like, sleep is one of the biggest priorities for me. So I will just let you know. Like, yes, when you say that and it sounds weird, like, oh, but you think this is better, and you're doing all these other things if sleep should be right up there at the very top.Lesley Logan 31:25  Yeah, it's thank you for I mean, like, Brad is also Brad thought he could, like, go without sleep. He's like, I'll sleep when I'm dead. You know. Wendee Close 31:33  Oh yes, that's what my husband said. Lesley Logan 31:34  Yeah and no, no, as a very young kid, he ended up like, you know, at the doctors with them going, you gotta sleep, dude. Like, you have to, you have to sleep, you know, so, so it's, I know, it feels like a waste. It's like, literally, when your body repairs, so no amount of Pilates, water, protein, nutrition, no, you cannot.Wendee Close 31:34  Meditation, any of it. Yeah.Lesley Logan 31:55  No, you cannot out nutrition. Like, and you don't, I don't know, and I will say, like, I'm not someone who says you have to have eight hours. Like, eight hours. Like, there's actual studies that show some people can do six. Some people need nine. Women tend to need more than men. But also, like, I have found that seven hours is really good for me. I can run off six and a half, but I'm gonna have to get some a little over seven in there. Seven and a half not a problem. More than that, unless I'm sleep deprived. It's too much for me. I actually wake up groggy. So, you have to test that for yourself. And by the way, there are like you can use Goals2Life to figure that out. You can make a plan and go, okay, how am I going to figure out how much sleep I need? I know my friend Kareen thought like she needed to sleep until 10, and when she actually work with a sleep person, they're like, no. If you fall asleep when you're tired and you wake up, you technically go to bed around 10, and you wake up at five, naturally, like you at 5 a.m. she's like, I'm a morning person. I had no idea.Wendee Close 32:48  I know I'm building your whole circadian rhythm. It's amazing, you guys. But when in the time blocking of setting your nighttime routines and adding like your bedtime to your calendars is and even your eating times and all this anyways, so Goals2Life does have calendar integration with, like, Outlook and Gmail or Google Calendar, so it really helps. So your goal plan is in complete alignment. But yeah, when people are like, oh, it's a priority, but they're not putting it on their calendar, I'm like, no, it's really not. It's not really your goal. How bad do you want it? You're not making time for it. You're filling it with, like, unproductive things that aren't moving the needle forward.Lesley Logan 33:20  Yeah, yeah, I agree. Wendee, I lit, I literally could talk to you forever. We'll have to, we'll have do this again when we'll do another check in, see how all this is going. We're gonna take a brief break and then find out how people can find you, follow you and Goals2Life with you. Wendee Close 33:33  Sounds good. Lesley Logan 33:34  All right, Wendee, where? Where do they need to go? Where do you hang out? Where are the links? Where are we going?Wendee Close 33:40  Okay, all right. So you can go to Goals2Life.com and that's with the 2 so like, we're bringing your goals to life. So, goals2life.com and there is a sign up page right there where you could sign up for Goals2Life. Right now, we have a 30-day free trial to check into the system. We have community. We have a lot of amazing things. You can also follow us on Instagram or Facebook and our YouTube channel. Very inspired. Lesley has inspired me, okay, another person who is helping me, inspire me to have a YouTube channel, and it's under Wendee Close. So follow the journey of me actually bringing my goals to life, live. And you know, hey on the go. So that's what we'll be doing. And I hope that you guys can all join the Goals2Life movement of actually implementing and executing and achieving your goals. Lesley Logan 34:25  I hope you all do. I think it's really cool. It's nice to have a tool to help you, like you can have all the ideas and all the advice, but like, sometimes we do need a tool, just like my friend Monica is using chatGPT as a tool to pep talk her in the morning, like we it's you don't have to be a superhuman who, like, somehow remembers all these things. You've given us so much already, to be completely honest. But I really want to hear your bold, executable, intrinsic or targeted steps people can take to be it till they see it. What do you have for us, babe?Wendee Close 34:52  Okay, all right. So for bold, I want people to own their next level identity, so within Goals2Life they can create that identity through our goal pathways and align it to who they want to become. So I want people to ask themselves, what would my future self do today and actually do it in action. Because we're all about action. Make it executable. The E is executable. We're all about execution. So take small, intentional steps daily. So we'll, in Goals2Life we'll help you break the big goals into micro movements. And so I'm going to ask you to ask yourself, what is one step that I can take today and actually take it? Take the action, and then the I is intrinsic? So align your goals with purpose, as I've talked about a lot, like aligning what you want with a purpose, and make sure it's in alignment with your values and principles. So in Goals2Life, we want you to set goals that will actually matter. So we're going to ask you to ask yourself, why does this matter to me what I want to do? You need to know why it matters to you so you're deeply rooted into the commitment of actually fulfilling what you committed to through your goal. And then the T is target. So set clear, measurable milestones that you can have a target on and in Goals2Life we will turn, , your vague hopes or your ideas into actual, tangible outcomes. And we want you to ask yourself, how will I measure the progress? And in Goals2Life we can help you measure your progress so you can celebrate and actually achieve. Lesley Logan 36:18  I love, at the Be It Pod we celebrate every Friday, and we should be celebrating all the time. We celebrate on Fridays, just in case you didn't take time. I truly love those. I think that, like, I feel like you almost defined the Be It Action Items in a way, it's like, perfect that you know, in a way that, like, I always hope people understand, like, why this podcast exists is just to help you take the next step to be the person you want to be, as if you're already that person, and that's you, literally, Wendee, are a shining example of that, but also what you're creating is like literally the tools people need to do it. So thank you for being you. Thank you for Goals2Life. My Be It Pod listener, what are you gonna do? Be It babe, what are you gonna do? How are you using these tips in your life? What was your favorite takeaway? Make sure you tag Goals2Life. Tag Wendee Close. Tag the Be It Pod. We want to celebrate with you. We want to be part of your journey. We want to know how this is going and send this to a friend who needs to hear it. Because sometimes it's like your friends need to hear it from a different, a different setting, a different, the same words from a different set of voices to help them get out of the rut, take the next step, get into alignment. So thank you, Wendee, for being you and a dear friend. Wendee Close 37:23  One other thing, you are a Goal Expert in Goal Select. So, you guys, we promote people as fabulous as Lesley, and we have experts across the nation. She is our Pilates expert. And she is amazing, as you guys all know, and so she is a huge part of the movement in the physical goal set. So thank you, Lesley, for for believing in Goals2Life and being part of our community and being an expert, also.Lesley Logan 37:47  I'm, it's an honor. I'm so excited. I can't wait to see where we go with this together, like, and that's the coolest thing about like, people like you and myself and Brad and all these other people who we all get to we all get to do this together. You know, even though we're apart, we're like our but our ships can, like, you know, tag on and tug through and like, we can do this together. And that's, that's you, too, as you listen, Be It babe, like you have your friends, if they are growing then you all get to grow together. And that's where things get to be really, really fun. So, everyone, you know what to do. Until next time, Be It Till You See It. Lesley Logan 38:12  That's all I got for this episode of the Be It Till You See It Podcast. One thing that would help both myself and future listeners is for you to rate the show and leave a review and follow or subscribe for free wherever you listen to your podcast. Also, make sure to introduce yourself over at the Be It Pod on Instagram. I would love to know more about you. Share this episode with whoever you think needs to hear it. Help us and others Be It Till You See It. Have an awesome day. Be It Till You See It is a production of The Bloom Podcast Network. If you want to leave us a message or a question that we might read on another episode, you can text us at +1-310-905-5534 or send a DM on Instagram @BeItPod. Brad Crowell 39:03  It's written, filmed, and recorded by your host, Lesley Logan, and me, Brad Crowell.Lesley Logan 39:09  It is transcribed, produced and edited by the epic team at Disenyo.co.Brad Crowell 39:13  Our theme music is by Ali at Apex Production Music and our branding by designer and artist, Gianfranco Cioffi.Lesley Logan 39:20  Special thanks to Melissa Solomon for creating our visuals. Brad Crowell 39:23  Also to Angelina Herico for adding all of our content to our website. And finally to Meridith Root for keeping us all on point and on time.Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/be-it-till-you-see-it/donationsAdvertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

Confess your sins.Preached July 6, 2025Pastor Aaron Frasier

The SKATCAST Network presents:The SKATCAST Show #183 with the Script KeeperToday's Skit-SKATs:[ Liam the Monster Hunter | 0:28 ] - "Sea of Orcania" - Liam is back on the Krakenpwn and traveling the Sea of Orcania, the farthest northern Sea in western Marnia. [ Ambling Through Human History | 11:55 ] - "Gold Rush" - Two men travel west as part of an 1846 Gold Rush![ Talking Pets | 17:03 ] - "Frank's Trials" - Droknol and the pets discuss the art of growling and Frank has a number of bad things happen to him.[ Lilac City Nightmare Band | 25:08 ] - "To Wolfman or Not to Wolfman?" - Axe, Rooster, Bones and Toby prepare for an upcoming gig at the Slime Shed!Thank you for listening! Have a terrific Tuesday!Visit us for more episodes of SKATCAST and other shows like SKATCAST presents The Dave & Angus Show plus BONUS material at https://www.skatcast.com Watch select shows and shorts on YouTube: bit.ly/34kxCneJoin the conversation on Discord! https://discord.gg/XKxhHYwu9zFor all show related questions: info@skatcast.comPlease rate and subscribe on iTunes and elsewhere and follow SKATCAST on social media!! Instagram: @theescriptkeeper Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/scriptkeepersATWanna become a Patron? Click here: https://www.patreon.com/SkatcastSign up through Patreon and you'll get Exclusive Content, Behind The Scenes video, special downloads and more! Prefer to make a donation instead? You can do that through our PayPal: https://paypal.me/skatcastpodcast Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

In this episode, Kirk offers an update about his annual Prince relisten, Paul offers a laser round, and there's a trivia quiz about music.

Episode 1 of Season 8 is here !! In this powerful and personal episode I sit down with the multi-talented Queen Naija for a real conversation about growth, grace, and glowing from the inside out. We talk about so much from body image, to the pressure to be perfect, mom guilt, and learning to love yourself at every stage. We talk therapy, fasting from social media, honoring our faith, and how she's shifting the way she shows up as a woman, artist, and mother.

This week, Templeton Elliott, and Jason From Frozen In Carbonite chat with Michele Addelio about his new book Skate & Art then Ben Chadourne's new Cons video Bad For The Bones featuring Lucian Genand and Ibu Sanyang.

Guest Pastor, Jess Gracewski, delves into the central themes of transformation and renewal as illustrated in Ezekiel 37, a profound biblical narrative that teaches us about God's power to breathe life into even the driest of bones. The vision of the valley of dry bones serves as a metaphor for the nations of Israel's despair during the Babylonian exile, where spiritual and physical desolation were deeply intertwined. Yet, we're reminded that God meets us in these valleys and invites us to see beyond the immediate desolation. This passage encourages us to trust in God's promise that He can restore and resurrect what seems lost. It speaks of His unwavering commitment to breathe hope, renewal, and life into our circumstances, asking us to wait faithfully for His spirit to move. This message is a poignant reminder that our dry seasons are not endpoints but are places from where God will lift us. We are urged to open our hearts to see what God sees and to allow Him to guide our restoration journey, living a life of faith and expectancy in His promises.

Welcome to Jake's Happy Nostalgia Show, the podcast where nostalgia comes alive!This week, it's another dive into the world of puppetry and show business with puppeteer and actor Brian Jones! For several years, Brian brought characters to life with The Muppets, contributing to projects like Muppets Most Wanted and the 2015 ABC Muppets series. On stage, he wowed audiences with Puppet Up!, and beyond the world of puppetry, he showcased his acting chops in popular shows like Community, Bones, Wilfred, NCIS, and as Chad in Disney XD's Gamer's Guide to Pretty Much Everything. Brian also honed his comedy and improv skills with Impro Theatre and The Groundlings. Join us as Brian reflects on his creative journey, the magic of performance, and what it takes to connect with audiences both behind the puppet and in front of the camera!Taping date: November 5, 2024Edited by: Drew Wellshttps://www.youtube.com/@drewsmediacorner399https://www.instagram.com/drews_media_1/Be sure to check out our website, where you can learn more about the podcast and find how to follow the Happy Nostalgia team!https://jakeshappynostalgiashow.weebly.com/Listen to our podcast on Spotify and other audio platforms!https://open.spotify.com/show/1PdrRWSmUdQ3m2NpNR9lSkhttps://linktr.ee/JakesHappyNostalgiaShow

L'émission Front Page est une revue d'actualité qui s'intéresse à tout ce qui touche le monde de la bande dessinée américaine (comics) du côté des Etats-Unis comme de la France, ainsi qu'à ses adaptations tous médias confondus. Le podcast est une série régulière chez First Print et revient au rythme de trois épisodes par mois, hors contenus spéciaux. Ce Front Page est le premier podcast consacré à l'actualité comics du mois de juillet 2025.REJOIGNEZ NOUS SUR DISCORD !!Le podcast est sponsorisé par Pulps et on vous propose un "Focus Pulps" chaque mois ! Découvrez une sélection de comics VO à prix de lancement !Le Focus Pulp's de juillet 2025 :Red Book #1 / C.O.R.T. : Children of the Round Table #1 / The Twilight Zone #1Si vous appréciez le travail fourni par l'équipe et que vous souhaitez soutenir le podcast, vous pouvez partager les émissions sur les réseaux sociaux et vous abonner à nos différents comptes, laisser des notes sur les différentes plateformes d'écoute, ou encore nous soutenir via notre page Tipeee. Très bonne écoute à vous, et à bientôt pour le prochain podcast !Le ProgrammeCOMICS - 06:15Les nouveaux gros formats Spawn arrivent cet automne chez DelcourtSilure de Bones, un projet à venir (dans longtemps) au Label 619Lady Mechanika de retour à nouveau chez GlénatLes Humanoïdes Associés placés en liquidation judiciaireUrban Comics annonce une nouvelle collection avec les DC Treasury Books !Mamma came callin', le nouveau projet d'Ezra Claytan DanielsMarvel dévoile son prochain X-évènement, avec Age of RevelationSpirits of Violence, une nouvelle équipe de Ghosts Rider pour l'automne 2025TV - 1:13:22Nacelle annonce une série animée des Cow-boys de Moo MesaCINEMA - 1:22:50Il n'y aura personne dans le Hall H de la SDCC cette annéeUn trailer, enfin, pour l'incroyable Red SonjaSoutenez First Print - Podcast Comics de Référence sur TipeeeHébergé par Ausha. Visitez ausha.co/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Watch the McBee Dynasty with us! It's juicy, lots of drama. Summer House is filming and we've got details on the new cast members. RHOC premieres tonight, and we've got thoughts on Katie Ginella's drama, plus some exclusive tea on why she didn't come on the cast trip. We're hearing about who is emerging as the star of the next season of RHOBH and it might surprise you. Speaking of RHOBH, we've got exclusive tea about a rumored new show that will be filming with Alex Baskin, executive producer of many of our favorite Bravo shows. RHOA Season 17 is shaping up to have an all-star cast based on the cast list we share exclusively with you. And we've got some bones to pick with And Just Like That. 

For 60 years, between 1637 and 1697, people who died at the largest hospital in Milan were dropped into a brick-lined crypt. Now, 300 years later, their unearthed remains reveal shocking insights into the lives of the 17th century working poor - and the discovery of a never before seen type of soil. Jeff and Anthony dig through the bones to discuss this fascinating trove of historical science.LInk to the story: https://www.science.org/content/article/thousands-buried-17th-century-italian-crypt-reveal-lives-working-poor#Support the show and get bonus episodes, videos, Discord community access and more! http://patreon.com/wehaveconcernsJeff on Blue Sky: https://bsky.app/profile/jeffcannata.bsky.socialAnthony on Blue Sky: https://bsky.app/profile/acarboni.bsky.social

The 1952s regroup to share their discoveries after a terrifying encounter in the woods. Tensions run high at the clinic as the power outages continue. | Olympus Dale: The Ghost of Valkyrie was created by, written, and directed by Tom Durham. CAST: Madeline Jayne as Valkyrie Smith, Jefferson Hunter as Niels Newton Smith, Mia Bagley as Reina Galadriel Gomez, K-ets Yah Khai as Alastair "Skinny" Bones, Eric Villasmil as Chesterton "Chess" Wardle, Ali Durham as Martha Smith, Crystal Buras as Bonnet "Bonzy" Smith, Sila Agavale as Major John Howling Wolf, Danor Gerald as Captain Dolittle, Isaac Akers as Corporal Clayton Coldpepper, Ali Durham as Annie Lee, Kaylin Jones as Olympia, Luiz Laffey as Dr. Hector Gomez, Ana Yslas as Dr. Ana Gomez, Emily Tucker Latham as Trooper Alice Bones, and Joe Rising as Trooper David Bones. | The sound team was led by Trent Reimschussel and Cayson Renshaw, with dialogue editing by Ward Lewis & Luke Gunnerson, music editing by Hannah Evans & Dallin Nielsen, and sound design and mixing by Charles Clarke & Hannah Evans. The Olympus Dale theme is by Daniel Davis. | Olympus Dale: The Ghost of Valkyrie is produced by Brian Tanner, Sam Payne, Wendy Folsom, and Heather Bigley, with production coordination by Trent Hortin, Evie Hendrix, and Hannah Harlan. | Olympus Dale: The Ghost of Valkyrie comes from the Kaboom: An Audio Adventure Podcast team, and is a production of BYUradio.

Episode 401 of Boss Hog of Liberty is out! This week Jeremiah Morrell, Bones Harcourt, and Zach Burcham talk with ARCA driver Presley Sorah. Presley is from nearby Cambridge City and will be racing later his month at Indianapolis Raceway Park on Brickyard Weekend. We learn how he put his deal together. Stories of his last two years in moving from iRacing into real racing. Last year his race in Indy ended in a mechanical failure. Bones expects a win. Presley has done everything from social media to spotting to tire changing to driving. His day job is a teacher at the local elementary school, when the weekend hits he gets in the car and heads to the races. Our program is community supported on Patreon. Do your part by chipping into the cause by donating monthly at any level at www.patreon.com/bosshogofliberty and receive even more BONUS coverage and content. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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Hold up, fight fans! This week's Ringside Report MMA is an absolute must-listen! President Trump just announced a wild UFC event on the White House lawn, and it somehow pulled Jon Jones right out of retirement! Is "Bones" suddenly super patriotic, or is there more to it? Dave, Fred, and AJ break down all the political chaos and Dana White's massive plans.You also won't believe what Conor McGregor was up to – a bizarre, preacher-like speech that left us speechless (and laughing!).Then, we shift gears to the fights that matter this weekend! We're previewing UFC Nashville, where old legends like Derrick Lewis and "Wonderboy" Stephen Thompson face hungry, young killers. Can Lewis handle the 6'7 "Tall One? We give our bold predictions and share our favorite parlays for the card!Looking ahead, we discuss Dustin Poirier's emotional hometown fight at UFC 318, Shavkat Rakhmonov's title shot troubles, and the UFC's global expansion. Plus, a quick dive into the massive wrestling weekend with AEW All In!Tune in for the wildest fight news, top predictions, and plenty of laughs!WATCH/LISTEN:Catch the replay on YouTube, Rumble, Twitch, or Kick!Listen to the audio podcast on Spotify or wherever you get your podcasts!CONNECT WITH RINGSIDE REPORT NETWORK:Visit our website: https://ringsidereport.netGrab exclusive merch: https://merch.ringsidereport.netBecome a YouTube Channel Member: https://join.ringsidereport.netSupport us directly for just $5/month: https://membership.ringsidereport.netFollow us on Twitter: https://x.com/@ringsidereport.Follow us on Instagram: https://instagram.com/@ringsidereportLIVE BROADCAST SCHEDULE:Thursdays @ 8 PM ET: Ringside Report MMAFridays @ 10 PM ET: Wrestling Uncensored Live Post-Shows for WWE and AEW PPVs and UFC Watch-Alongs#UFC #MMA #UFC318 #HollowayPoirier3 #DerrickLewis #UFC_Nashville #JonJones #TomAspinall #AlexPereira #JiriProchazka #BMFtitle #CombatSports #RingsideReportMMA

Join hosts Ed Voccola (Rick and Morty, Bless The Harts) and Chris Cullari (Blumhouse, The Aviary) for a wild trip through the world of what scares them. This week, the Summer of Fear finds the boys in the front seat of the world's worst rollercoaster accidents. From coasters too dangerous for human amusement to thrills that are safe until they aren't - like very, very aren't - you'll never want this ride to end. Don't love every word we say? Ok, weirdo. Here's some "chapters" to find what you DO love: 00:00:00 - Intro 00:01:31 - Housekeeping and Producers 00:03:43 - Personal Tales of Roller Coasters 00:17:45 - Roller Coaster Disaster Stats 00:31:17 - Roller Coaster History 00:48:41 - Early Coaster Disasters 00:56:04 - Krug Park 00:58:30 - Battersea Park 01:02:38 - Mindbender 01:08:00 - New Texas Giant 01:10:38 - Six Flags Superman Ride 01:16:15 - Disney Coasters 01:25:35 - The Fear Tier NOTE: Ads out of our control may affect chapter timing. Visit this episode's show notes for links and references. And the show notes for every episode can now be found on our website. Want even more out of SATT? Now you can SUPPORT THE SHOW and get NEW SATT content EVERY WEEK for as little as 5 BONES by joining SATT PREMIUM.

Ladies, we need to talk about the part of your body you never think about until it literally snaps —your BONES.   This week I'm joined by the actual king of bones, Dr. John Neustadt, a doctor and , researcher , and supplement founder who's made it his mission to prevent the silent epidemic we call osteoporosis.  

Send us a textIcelandic singer-songwriter Árný Margrét joins Al to introduce him to Gregory Alan Isakov's 2023 album Appaloosa Bones. Árný talks about first getting acquainted with Isakov's music as a teenager, how his music transports her to an earlier time and what it was like to record part of her latest album at his studio in Colorado. She and Al also talk about that album—I Miss You, I Do—and how it differs from her 2022 debut They Only Talk About the Weather.IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT FOR THE YMAAA COMMUNITY: The new YMAAA Patreon—Bonus Tracks—has arrived! Once a month, there will be a new podcast episode exclusively for the Patreon community. In addition to bonus episodes, there will be forums where we can get together as a community.The first Bonus Tracks episode will be published on July 24. If you subscribe anytime before July 31, you can get the first episode for $0.99 instead of the normal $5.99 monthly charge. For this Bonus Tracks Early Bird discount, go to patreon.com/youmealbum and enter the code ALBUM.For Árný's music, tour dates and more, go to https://www.arnymargret.com/.Also, be sure to follow Árný on the following platforms!@arnymargretmusic on Instagram and YouTube@arnymrgrt on TikTok@arnymargret on FacebookTo keep up with You, Me and An Album, please give the show a follow on Instagram at @youmealbum.NOTE: At 43:04, Al misspoke and referred to Árný's song “Greyhound Station” as “Greyhound Bus.”2:31 Árný joins the show2:48 Árný got interested in Gregory Alan Isakov's music around the time that she started learning to play guitar9:20 Árný likes the emotional depth of Isakov's lyrics10:23 Árný listened to Appaloosa Bones daily when it first came out12:24 Árný's anticipation of Appaloosa Bones' release built over the years15:26 “Silver Bell” is a particularly memorable song for both Árný and Al18:08 Árný discusses how the acoustics of Isakov's studio add to his sound19:46 Árný talks about recording parts of I Miss You, I Do in Isakov's studio22:03 Árný compares Isakov's studio with the other spaces where she recorded her latest album26:05 Árný briefly met Isakov while recording at his studio28:12 Árný and Al talk about the title track and “Feed Your Horses” as examples of great storytelling33:58 Árný compares Isakov's earlier work with Appaloosa Bones37:50 Árný explains what is different about her latest album as compared to her debut40:10 Árný talks about playing her new material live without a band42:48 Árný discusses the inspiration behind “Greyhound Station”46:30 Árný talks about her upcoming plansOutro music is from “I Miss You, I Do” by Árný Margrét.Support the show

This week, we're traveling to the heart of Scotland to explore one of the most iconic—and haunted—strongholds in the world: Edinburgh Castle. Perched high on Castle Rock, this ancient fortress has withstood centuries of war, siege, and bloodshed… and some say, the spirits of its past have never left.From the chilling beat of a headless drummer to the mournful sounds of the phantom piper lost beneath the castle, we'll uncover the ghost stories that linger in its shadowy corridors. Discover the dungeon that once held prisoners of war, hear tales of a spectral dog, and find out why visitors report sudden drops in temperature, ghostly apparitions, and overwhelming feelings of dread.Is it just the weight of history… or is something still lurking behind the castle's cold stone walls? If you're enjoying Lurk, don't forget to follow, rate, and leave a review—it helps more curious minds like yours discover the show. And if you've had your own eerie encounter, share it with us—we just might feature it in a future episode. Also the bagpipe music comes from a recording of my former Bagpipe band!Subscribe & Follow:Don't miss future episodes of Lurk! Follow us on Spotify Apple Podcasts etc. and hit that subscribe button.Join the conversation: Follow us on social media for updates, discussions, and to share your thoughts on this case.Lurk on FacebookLurk on TwitterLurk on InstagramWe have a new Facebook Group join in the discussion! Lurk Podcast Facebook GroupNew Merch Store!We are also now found on YouTube- Lurk on YouTubeBackground Music Royalty and Copyright Free MusicIntro and Outro music purchased through  AudioJunglewith Music Broadcast License (1 Million)Send us a textSupport the show

In this video, Dr. Doug Lucas discusses the Osteoboost device, a wearable vibration-based technology aimed at slowing bone loss, particularly in postmenopausal women. He shares his initial skepticism, the device's functionality, and its comparative effectiveness against other vibration devices. Dr. Doug emphasizes the importance of the Osteoboost app for user compliance and tracking, while also addressing the target audience for the device, particularly those unable to engage in high-intensity exercises.

In Folge 385 präsentiert euch Teresa mit Luca Guadagninos romantischem Horrordrama BONES AND ALL ihr Kinohighlight des Jahres 2022. Aber wird sie auch Laura mit ihrer Begeisterung anstecken können? Passen Liebes- und Horrorfilm wirklich so gut zusammen? Die beiden klären euch auf in der neuesten Episode!

In this week's episode of The Bones Booth, Andrew and Maggie discuss season ten episode five of Bones, "The Corpse at the Convention."

Long before cities had garbage trucks and recycling centers, there were the rag-and-bone collectors—wandering figures with pushcarts, sacks, and sharp eyes trained on the gutters and alleys of the industrial world. These scavengers were among the earliest forms of organized waste management, turning trash into treasure in a time when nearly everything had some kind of second life. Though rarely respected in their time, these individuals were vital to the ecosystem of 18th- and 19th-century cities. Their work supplied raw materials to soap makers, glue manufacturers, paper mills, and even farmers. They lived on the fringes of society, but their role supported entire industries. In many families, rag-picking or bone collecting wasn't just a temporary job—it was a generational trade... Podcast Notes:  https://ancestralfindings.com/rag-and-bone-collector-family-history/ Ancestral Findings Podcast: https://ancestralfindings.com/podcast This Week's Free Genealogy Lookups: https://ancestralfindings.com/lookups Genealogy Giveaway: https://ancestralfindings.com/giveaway Genealogy eBooks: https://ancestralfindings.com/ebooks Follow Along: https://www.facebook.com/AncestralFindings https://www.instagram.com/ancestralfindings https://www.youtube.com/ancestralfindings Support Ancestral Findings: https://ancestralfindings.com/support https://ancestralfindings.com/paypal  #Genealogy #AncestralFindings #GenealogyClips

This week's show is with Coco Oya Cienna-Rey. Coco is the author of Digging for Mother's Bones from Womancraft Publishing, is a UK based mother, grandmother, creative, mystic, soul guide and writer. Her creativity is informed by her journey as a devotee of the Tantric path (an embodied path of self-liberation) and her personal journey with trauma. Coco has always felt a call to channel the Voice of the Divine Feminine and is published in several bestselling anthologies.  Often thought provoking, yet always heartfelt her work speaks of the sacred wisdom stored in the body, the non-linear nature of trauma and the embodiment of soul. She believes that our innate connection to the natural world can heal humanity. As a deeply sensitive, highly empathic gifted intuitive Coco can be found weaving her soul-coaching embodiment work at www.creativelycoco.com  In this episode, Lian and Coco explore the profound journey from trauma to remembrance, from collapse to creative power. Together, they trace the raw, mythic arc of a woman who was silenced by pain… and reborn through the arms of the Great Mother. This conversation moves like an initiation, stirring deep memory in the body, revealing the erotic and mystical core of feminine being. Coco shares the story behind her book's birth: a story that begins in abuse and mental illness and unfolds through a spontaneous Kundalini awakening, a near-death experience, and the long road of integration. She reflects on the sacred technology of the womb, the truth of the Virgin and the Whore as one, and the living presence of the Mother as the centre of all creation. Along the way, she speaks to the wildness of true feminine energy… not as something performative, but as a force of love capable of reshaping the world. Lian and Coco weave personal memory with mythic remembrance, questioning how we reclaim the power of receptivity in a world that has trained us to close. This is an episode that stirs the womb and speaks to the place in every woman that longs to feel… to open… to remember that she is not only enough, but the very axis of life itself. We'd love to know what YOU think about this week's show. Let's carry on the conversation… please leave a comment wherever you are listening or in any of our other spaces to engage. What you'll learn from this episode: How the sexual wounds of the planet are not abstract, but live in the body… and how remembering the womb's creative power begins to restore them Why integrating the Virgin and the Whore is essential to reclaiming the whole feminine… not as metaphor, but as lived, embodied truth The importance of receptivity as a sacred feminine capacity, and how shifting from the front of the body to the back can open the space for life to be received again Resources and stuff spoken about: Visit Coco's Website Join UNIO, the Academy of the Soul This is for the old souls in this new world… Discover your kin & unite with your soul's calling to truly live your myth. Be Mythical Join our mailing list for soul stirring goodness: https://www.bemythical.com/moonly Discover your kin & unite with your soul's calling to truly live your myth: https://www.bemythical.com/unio Go Deeper: https://www.bemythical.com/godeeper Follow us: Facebook Instagram TikTok YouTube Thank you for listening!  

Passion project meets mainstream set release with Judge Bones's Final Fantasy Tactics Advance project. Started before FIN and reinvented afterward, we talk through all the components he needs to jumpstart this fun adaptation. Learn a bit about some classic games, brainstorm about advanced sideboards, and embrace our new Geomancer overlords. Meet Bones at Cube for a Cause: https://www.upkeepnewyork.com/c4ac Bones bsky: https://bsky.app/profile/goblingathering.bsky.social Join Beacon of Creation's Discord: https://discord.gg/t88Vpwh Show Notes and Images: https://beaconofcreation.com

Mike's running on fumes after a wild stretch of music, work, and wizardry. The fellas went to see Dirty Heads and Tropidelic, and Tony witnessed firsthand that everyone knows Mike — like, "mayor of the venue" status.

Did you know that low stomach acid could be silently harming your bones? In this episode, I'm joined by Andrea Nakayama, a functional medicine nutritionist, who dives deep into the surprising connection between stomach acid and osteoporosis. We discuss why so many people with osteoporosis have low stomach acid and don't even know it, and how proton pump inhibitors (PPIs), commonly used to treat heartburn, may be making the problem worse. Andrea explains how stomach acid plays a vital role in absorbing key nutrients essential for bone health, such as calcium, magnesium, and vitamin B12, and how a lack of stomach acid can prevent the body from fully utilizing these nutrients. She also shares practical tips on how to increase stomach acid naturally and how to address heartburn without relying on harmful medications. If you're struggling with bone health or heartburn, this episode offers valuable insights into supporting your digestion and bone strength. “I always wanna remind people: Do what you can do to support your body, really take care of yourself first, and then raise your hand when you need extra help, when you can't figure it out." ~ Andrea Nakayama, FNLP MSN CNC CNE CHHC   In this episode: - [02:23] - The reason we're discussing stomach acid  - [06:12] - Low stomach acid and osteoporosis connection - [08:18] - Why it's important to have enough stomach acid - [15:44] - Heartburn: a symptom of too little stomach acid - [18:50] - Essential nutrients that impact stomach acid levels - [25:26] - PPIs: How they reduce stomach acid and increase bone loss - [27:40] - Tips for tracking issues and lifestyle strategies to aid digestion - [36:00] - Long-term effects of low stomach acid on health   Resources mentioned - Andrea's contact information - https://www.andreanakayama.com/ and https://www.fxnutrition.com/ - Osteoporosis Exercises Handout - tinyurl.com/osteoporosisexercises   More about Margie - Website - https://margiebissinger.com/  - Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/p/Margie-Bissinger-MS-PT-CHC-100063542905332/  - Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/margiebissinger/?hl=en    DISCLAIMER – The information presented on this podcast should not be construed as medical advice. It is not intended to replace consultation with your physician or healthcare provider. The ideas shared on this podcast are the expressed opinions of the guests and do not always reflect those of Margie Bissinger and Happy Bones, Happy Life Podcast.   *In compliance with the FTC guidelines, please assume the following about links on this site: Some of the links going to products are affiliate links of which I receive a small commission from sales of certain items, but the price is the same for you (sometimes, I even get to share a unique discount with you). If I post an affiliate link to a product, it is something that I personally use, support, and would recommend. I personally vet each and every product. My first priority is providing valuable information and resources to help you create positive changes in your health and bring more happiness into your life. I will only ever link to products or resources (affiliate or otherwise) that fit within this purpose.

Emily Deschanel spent over a decade portraying the brilliant and meticulous forensic anthropologist Dr. Temperance Brennan on the hit crime procedural Bones. Yet, what many viewers never knew about was her personal battle behind that confident performance: diagnosed with ADHD and dyslexia at a young age, Emily often struggled to master the intricate anatomical jargon week after week. Pushing through panic attacks on set and challenging moments with showrunner Hart Hanson, Emily persevered, going on to carry one of television's longest-running dramas. We look back at her career and unpack the very real demands of balancing constant filming with mental health, as well as raising a family, and we get into my experience directing her on Bones. I even toss my notecards aside to try to solve the true mystery of an authentic conversation. Fail Better is now on YouTube! Watch this episode here. You can watch and listen to Emily Deschanel and Carla Gallo rewatch and revisit episodes of Bones and interview past cast and crew members on Boneheads. Follow me on Instagram at @davidduchovny. Find more video podcasts on our YouTube channel. Stay up to date with Lemonada on X, Facebook and Instagram at @LemonadaMedia. Joining Lemonada Premium is a great way to support our shows and get bonus content. Subscribe today on Apple Podcasts, Spotify, or wherever you get your podcasts. For a list of current sponsors and discount codes for this and every other Lemonada show, go to lemonadamedia.com/sponsors.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

In this episode of the RWS Clinician's Corner, Margaret Floyd Barry talks with Margie Bissinger – a powerhouse physical therapist, integrative health coach, author, and happiness trainer, with more than 25 years of experience helping people with osteoporosis and osteopenia reclaim their bone strength. Margie shares not only the common missteps she sees in osteoporosis management, but also the most effective, science-backed strategies to build bone density safely. Margie is known for her truly holistic approach, blending the latest research on exercise and nutrition with mindset and happiness training to empower clients and prevent fractures.    In this interview, we discuss:       Common misconceptions and risks in exercise for osteoporosis      Safe and effective resistance training for osteoporosis       The role of medication in osteoporosis management      Underlying contributors and root causes of bone loss (like gut health)      Addressing mindset, happiness, and emotional health in clinical practice      Margie's four-step process for prevention and treatment The Clinician's Corner is brought to you by Restorative Wellness Solutions.  Follow us: https://www.instagram.com/restorativewellnesssolutions/    Join us for a FREE 3-Part Fertility Masterclass Series: Precision Nutrition for Fertility Grab your spot now!    Connect with Margie Bissinger: Website: https://margiebissinger.com Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/p/Margie-Bissinger-MS-PT-CHC-100063542905332/ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/margiebissinger/ LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/margiebissinger YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC3-1i9q8ls5FbjOOVeJRW2g   Here is your unique link for Margie's Osteoporosis Exercises, designed to strengthen bones and prevent fractures. *Note, once you sign up for these exercises, you'll be on her mailing list and will receive future correspondence about her one-of-a-kind practitioner program!   Other Bone Health Resources: The Onero Bone Clinic in Australia List of physical therapists who've been trained in the Bone Fit program/methodology  Tribecular Bone Scan - click this link to find places that do DEXA scans with the TBS Dr. Deva Boone's Parathyroid Disease Analysis Tool (enter PTH and blood calcium levels to assess risk for parathyroid disease).   Timestamps: 00:00 "Happiness Habits for Healing" 08:56 Lack of Exercise Guidance Harms 10:54 "Effective Resistance for Bone Density" 20:01 "Expert Training Beyond Gym Workouts" 22:09 Bone Health: Medication and Movement 28:40 Medication Guidance for Bone Health 34:43 Integrative Approaches to Arthritis 40:07 Focus on Solutions, Not Problems 46:47 Bone Health: Causes and Evaluations 49:36 Calcium, Diet, and Bone Health 55:39 Certification Program for Health Testing 01:02:52 Clinician's Corner: Listener Engagement Message 01:03:38 The Clinician's Corner Preview Speaker bio: Margie Bissinger is a physical therapist, integrative health coach, author, and happiness trainer. Margie has over 25 years of experience helping people with osteoporosis and osteopenia improve their bone health through a comprehensive integrative approach. She hosts the Happy Bones, Happy Life Podcast and has hosted four summits on Natural Approaches to Osteoporosis and Bone Health. Margie oversees all the osteoporosis initiatives for the state of New Jersey as a physical therapy representative to the NJ Interagency Council on Osteoporosis.   Margie has lectured to Fortune 500 companies, government agencies, hospitals, and women's groups throughout the country. She has been featured in the New York Times, Menopause Management, OB GYN News and contributed to numerous health and fitness books. Keywords: osteoporosis, bone health, osteopenia, resistance training, bone density, physical therapy, integrative health, functional health, happiness training, stress reduction, spine fractures, exercise for osteoporosis, forward bending spine, weight bearing exercises, DEXA scan, trabecular bone score (TBS), parathyroid hormone, hyperparathyroidism, gut health, inflammation, menopause, nutrition for bones, supplements for bone health, calcium intake, vitamin K2, protein intake, balance training, PT BoneFit, medication for osteoporosis, root cause analysis Disclaimer: The views expressed in the RWS Clinician's Corner series are those of the individual speakers and interviewees, and do not necessarily reflect the views of Restorative Wellness Solutions, LLC. Restorative Wellness Solutions, LLC does not specifically endorse or approve of any of the information or opinions expressed in the RWS Clinician's Corner series. 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In this video, Dr. Doug Lucas discusses the significant loss of bone density in women post-menopause and explores the potential benefits of Resveratrol and Equol supplements in mitigating this loss. He reviews recent studies, including a randomized trial on the effects of these compounds on bone health, and provides insights into practical applications for women not undergoing hormone replacement therapy. The conversation emphasizes the importance of understanding the science behind supplements and their role in bone health management.*STUDIES*https://pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/37569440/https://academic.oup.com/jbmr/article/35/11/2121/751685

On this layoff heavy episode of the Plug N Play Podcast, the news is all about Microsoft, baby. You want layoffs and cancellations? We got 'em. What does it mean for Xbox and the gamers at large? Tune in to find out in our no holds barred, super serious conversation the cost 9000+ people their jobs.Impressions this week focus on the hot, new indie 3D puzzle platformer: Ruffy and the Riverside! Thanks to our friends at Pirate PR and Zoch Labs, we got early access to the game and give our unfiltered opinions. As well as a smathering of Steam Next Fest demos (Dispatch, Mina the Hollower and Cairn) as well as some brief freebie impressions of Jousant and the AAAA masterpiece Skull and Bones!Feel free to send us a question at plugnplaypodcast1@gmail.com for a chance to have it read out on the show!Timestamps:0:00 - Intro4:10 - Layoff and cancellations at MicrosoftImpressions:1:07:30 - Smathering of short impressions (Dispatch, Mina the Hollower, Cairn, Jousant, Skull and Bones)1:21:20 - Ruffy and the Riverside

View the Show Notes Page for This Episode Become a Member to Receive Exclusive Content Sign Up to Receive Peter's Weekly Newsletter In this episode from July 2022, Peter dives deep into the topic of bone health and explains why this is an important topic for everyone, from children to the elderly. He begins with an overview of bone mineral density, how it's measured, how it changes over the course of life, and the variability between sexes largely due to changes in estrogen levels. From there he provides insights into ways that one can improve bone health, from exercise to nutrition supplements to drugs. Additionally, Peter discusses what happens when one may be forced to be sedentary (e.g., bedrest) and how you can work to minimize the damage during these periods. While this original episode is an AMA, it is available in full to all listeners as a special rebroadcast. We discuss: Overview of bone health topics to be discussed [2:30]; Bones 101: bone function, structure, and more [6:15]; Bone mineral density (BMD), minerals in bone, role of osteoblasts and osteoclasts, and more [9:30]; The consequences of poor bone health [14:30]; The devastating nature of hip fractures: morbidity and mortality data [18:00]; Where fractures tend to occur in the body [23:45]; Defining osteopenia and osteoporosis [25:30]; Measuring BMD with DEXA and how to interpret scores [28:00]; Variability in BMD between sexes [35:15]; When should people have their first bone mineral density scan? [37:45]; How BMD changes throughout the life and how it differs between men and women [40:15]; How changes in estrogen levels (e.g., menopause) impact bone health [45:15]; Why HRT is not considered a standard of care for postmenopausal bone loss [49:00]; Factors determining who may be at higher risk of poor bone health [52:00]; Common drugs that can negatively impact BMD [55:45]; How children can optimize bone health and lay the foundation for the future [59:30]; Types of physical activity that can positively impact bone health [1:03:30]; How weight loss can negatively impact bone health and how exercise can counteract those effects [1:12:15]; Nutrition and supplements for bone health [1:16:00]; Pharmaceutical drugs prescribed for those with low BMD [1:18:45]; Impact of extreme sedentary periods (e.g., bedrest) and how to minimize their damage to bone [1:23:30]; and More. Connect With Peter on Twitter, Instagram, Facebook and YouTube

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Nearly 8,000 years ago, in the wild expanse of what is now southwestern Minnesota, a primal drama of survival unfolded. Early Plains Archaic hunters ambushed a herd of massive, now-extinct bison. Then, in 1988 a Granite Falls man found bones while digging in his pasture. Reporter Jp Lawrence joins host Erica Pearson to share what happened next and explain why archeologists left some of the site undisturbed.

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This week, Liz takes on your questions on osteoporosis, midlife anxiety, relief for dry eyes, cold water exposure, and curbing chocolate cravings.Liz looks at the benefits of HRT for osteoporosis, plus shares strategies to protect our bones for Susan, covers strategies for midlife anxiety for an anonymous listener, and helps Gail get relief for her dry eyes in midlife.With cold showers, ice baths and intermittent fasting all surging in popularity, Liz looks at whether these trends are really suited to midlife women for Michelle, and reveals how to kick a chocolate habit for Jane.Links mentioned in the episode:Menopause and anxiety, with Dr Rebecca LewisBalance Menopause AppPeep Club Instant Relief Eye Spray and Heated Eye Wand - save 15% with LIZLOVESHow to protect your eye health, with Dr Elizabeth HawkesA Better Second Half by Liz EarleHave a question for Liz? Send a WhatsApp message or voicenote to 07518 471846, or email us at podcast@lizearlewellbeing.com for the chance to be featured on the showPlease note, on some occasions, we earn revenue if you click the links and buy the products, but we never allow this to bias our coverage and always honestly review. For more information please read our Affiliate Policy. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Chuck and Chris discuss their thoughts/ the relevance of  each of the carpal bones and we promise this episode is more fun that you may think.  We discuss how we think about each bone, the pathology associated and the interventions we consider.Thanks to all those who have taken our survey.  For those who have not, please take 2 minutes and help us to better understand your preferences and help us understand how we can continue to improve the podcast!  The survey will close on Friday July 11th.  For those who complete the survey and share their email, we will have a drawing for Upper Hand Swag!https://forms.gle/MXmPMwYLYfYa6E347Keep a lookout for our Summer Newsletter- check your inboxes and let us know if you are not on the list and would like to be. Feedback always welcome.See www.practicelink.com/theupperhand for more information from our partner on job search and career opportunities.The Upper Hand Podcast is sponsored by Checkpoint Surgical, a provider of innovative solutions for peripheral serve surgery. To learn more, visit https://checkpointsurgical.com/.As always, thanks to @iampetermartin for the amazing introduction and concluding music.For additional links, the catalog.  Please see https://www.ortho.wustl.edu/content/Podcast-Listings/8280/The-Upper-Hand-Podcast.aspx