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Suddenly, as I looked up from my makeshift workspace, where I had been toiling away for hours at seemingly nothing—I realized the world was full of everything I'd ever wanted to fuck; something primal and ancient had been awakening within me and I was left in a dangerous volitile position, drifting somewhere between reckless promiscuity in a sexual escapade—and the pseudo-conservative now-only partially celibate maiden form of fantasy—there wasn't anything I could do but wait inside my tragic box for some unassuming old soul to finally open the gate—and allow whatever devious and fiending hedonistic godbeing —though never fully lying dormant, entrapped and imprisoned in a loveless and sexless prison. You might recognize me. You Know, I was one of the original Kings of comedy. If I put my heart inside a box; Maybe I'd forget how cold it was Or how far you are Or how much it hurts There's no harm in God, If there ever was one Then, reality sets in: God was my only friend No armor on, I'm at the end Or a long, long walk I'm off again And on again Nothing's impossible— stop at the alter and scoff a bit I left my coat on, I left my heart on the rooftop, A sacrifice, love At the alter, I wonder a song, Or a sonnet A song, No, what's wrong? Something off a bit God, I woke up in a coffin once Isn't that awful The rest or the song wrote itself, At the alter No, I can't stop and talk Got to get off, Cause I've never been on I've never belonged in the world I'm breaking down, jim boy Don't you know? That this show blows my mind But it's stuck in my head Don't you know That this show Blows my mind Like a firework But it's still Stuck in my Head The context is that I want you From the mustache Down to your tonsils But I'm Locke inside of a box Every day I feel poorer and poorer The product says something is wrong to me I'm supposed to just stop at the stop sign And look both directions Before crossing over to Comic nights At the salad bar What a cosmic waste of time And an epic waste of space Am I in your internet history I'm dead You surely are in mine, But I'm right behind you I'd be lying for trying to say I'm not binded Clutch bag, Nut-thins Nailed to the cross With the arches doubled over The crossword Above old Missouri Missoula and Arkansas All saw us run out of gas But I probably should just get going You're so drunk that I don't hope you sober up Understand that our little talks Were just buffered By sunrise Or sunset And two more cocktails, Shirley temples and Surely none of this ever even happened I only know you by the misery in my belly. The heartache in my ribcage. The cry I hold in silent I only know you as Remarkable I, House of cards Ace of wands Down to one Card of hades and Spare me the spade I'll be drifting in the outline and ink of it forever It's the Fourth of July and I'm just waiting on an Amazon order for water If that's not freedom I don't k me what is The elevator music Of my ascension The attitude of attraction, Gratitude, it's so unusual Fight to lose, In a room full of fools; The fuse, and the matchbox— Futile—amusing— Tunes from a hatchback Keys in the lockbox What you want, From the problem solver? That's enough; Now she's out of the box In just socks, And they laugh at her— But also wonder Where her shoes might have gone to There's a lot of ways to get out of a big black duffel bag, You just have to ask, actually But there's only one To get out of the coffin, Or “Box” as they called it, That she was locked up in Futile—amusing— Tunes from a hatchback Keys in the lockbox What you want, From the problem solver? That's enough; Now she's out of the box In just socks, And they laugh at her— But also wonder Where her shoes might have gone to I won't got no business in the business I unplug the plug because I'm finish Just because my skin they think I'm niggas But that disrespect because I isn't You disrespected me Put the emphasis in neglect Synthesis? Sympathies Put some respect on my name Before I put some facts in these flames Making me famous But you don't play me Picking up packages Trying to play me I am the president bitch Not the lady Okay Scratch my back With a metal spatula Take a step back, this is not your world Take a step back While I skip forward This is snitch territory; You should be very aware of me Beware If that's didn't scare you Just stay right there I'm in weight class: BEAR Flying first class air with howling thunderous winds and much hacking, “TIMOTHY THE GIANT CAT” dislodges a Omg dislodges a what? I have no idea that's all that was there. omg. My mother must've known something about me I couldn't have; My mother must have given me her monster But this monster knows better. Even just the profile is an irritant for now; Unsure, meditterenian, Overgrown pantheons turned to ruins What happened was harder, Turbulence I've been good, Golden even But this computer wants me gone And now, Aggravated Assault with a program Who would have thought the forth world war would be fought With our own thoughts? No one. Hm. Even just a glimpse and imm angrier than I've ever been. Still something creeps like the Harvard doctor Or the burning fire Or the flicker of just a thought A meadowlark and still Vines at the bottom of the spring In the pantheon Rhythms and rythms and Now I remember why were blowing up the counterparts Shut up, And pay your taxes Nothing to see here, bottoms up. But it's only 9 and half a clock Remember Sonny, would ya Now we're all obscure in the shadowbox Fix you up a seller Shortly temple soda Surely something lingers Sure enough The forest, And the father And the omen And the harpist And the seeker And the shadow And the wonder And the alter Therefore, Who art thou Therefore, who, Arthur What a wonderful tragedy, Mr. Lin He said, “I thought you'd though so” I say, “Prayers answered and nothing less Than just in the nick of time, For nickel backs And Pennie's picked up, Now in capsules Who you are, I falter But nevertheless A songbird” What a vow, God. I try to keep my promises But my face is still wilted And awkward I take those punches Just about as well As the bag I've become Downstairs, embankments And more shadow boxes Gift, valentines And then now By Fourth of July I should be quite the disappointment To just about everyone Who even had a thought about her There are no more colors Just wounds, And salt shakers, Garlic and Slamming doors Art throbs And heart connesuiers And curators Existential crisis And inward turmoil Oil on canvas Blood spills Long before it ever boils Cauldrons Candle marks Ought, with my eye out Out, with the harpists! I put my eye on, Dose now, Flicker flames, Shadow box Goodnight drunken soldier Pity this, I want to sleep, but wither I want to weep, but am watched I must be under some kind of… Umbrella. I bust me under some kind of — Possession. I must be under surveillance The Devil's in the neighbor The proof is in the pudding I want to punch the possum Or wombat Or what you would call a rodent Dressed as some dumb girl I'm sure she gets paid by the poem To poke and prod But I've written symphonies next door While she plants the seeds of the devil's words And still tries to force conformity In a neighborhood riddled with disease Of which includes her Poor habits and lack of personality No vibration after all But I've hydrated perfectly And circumstances permit, Again, I've written symphonies and never ending sagas in the bathtub While you threaten to pull the plug And put the light out I beg you to watch me Rip my veins apart with box cutters And razorblades Then again, Probably with glee, The whites would watch Another black in agony They seem to really like that Then again The blacks, the shadows Cursed beats Seem to rip each other into pieces As if for entertainment or otherwise Watch this They seem to hate each other moredoes Anybody else actually hate them also And therefore I watch pitifully and become Respectfully disengaged As I am sorted into Creatures of the agony, abyss and wisdom old A tale as old as time and still Something forgotten, Even still It is a man's war, And us as women are just Objects, Then whatever lurks next door is more An empty body or a shell Than ever more a woman was That was my husband you stole from the office. Fucking dumb whore. Then again; What never was owned Then cannot be stolen See golden brotherhood, Crepes and popes, Sacred pipes Cerulean, And keeping her out of our concepts And gardens Planting seeds of choking mongrels And still here We dance in the meadowlarks song And the chosen fountain The blue rays of sun, And the wonder's bow and arrow Again, I call? Well, again I wake As lover does not call But yet I to answer with a song of words And heart of such A song of one to call for But nothing lays more secret then These eyes and filled with pains A wound, salted A bullet, And gillotine Ouch Get out, God. Listen, mister listen A couple hours later And my eyes are steady getting misty Filled with sweat and bears No blood yet Stings my eyes So you know I ain't been eating right And eyes o. Irish Hash and cabbage Checks to cash And slight advantage God help us all If the brim of the hat is dripping And I'm gripping these quarts as I sleep And thinking of Jimmy Croissants fresher baked in the oven Then somebody better love my son Before I go and end the world And pull the plug I ain't got nothing left for em but diamonds! I left forums unanswered I started a lot of unfinished problems But the thing is, I'm almost sure they're already solved Considering as alcoholism's a solvent It cams hurt the hard boards And mother drives The tears are filled with sweat And fountains Somebody else should call it in I'm in so much trouble with the network Thanks a lot, you algorithm fucking Cocksuck programmers Now my heart hurts And soul is vanished How hard do I have to run To go and catch her I looked 15 years into the past And found a wheeelbarrow and basket I have got to get out of here I have got to get out of here Here the coroner comes for Debbie Cadaver But I'm still her, huh Aren't I? Run! You fucking Irish bastard Perfectly tan and yet still, stark white Perfectly golden and still, I'm on numbers Perfectly parished, And still I went backwards A wedding or funeral? All catholic, no services No difference at all And still Nothings worse than Indifference I'm in so much trouble with the network Be king in the nexrophiliac And still I left the golden metropolis For nothing but a metro card and Simple segregative diversity tactics I wanted the heartland! Still, Irish bastard Wish hash and cabbage I've got to get out of here Pushing a basket Abandonment And Fatal attraction You can't sell me anything If I can't buy it Recovery day But I don't feel like it Muscles tired, I'm elastic Send them to the band camp (White lion) I'm elastic Twists and turns and I'm elastic Double up, Double up I'm elastic Twists and turns and There's vampires Don't feel like it Double up double up I'm elastic Take a lesson This is tragic Double up double up I promise, it is personal not business It's professional, no promises now On the radio tower Spread it out Or just hijinx it I mix drinks with hindsight I'm elastic Lesson learned and Twists and turns Between the fireman and the super Someone left a stench And an energy marker in my room That left me clawing at my “Do not touch” money And it hit below the belt. It was all God's comedy, But not in the least funny, I knew I didn't like the super really for whatever reason But even after he left to check the Fire defectors His stench lingered over the smell of the forgotten smoke And I woke up from a nightmare As if I'd lost control When normally, I know imm dreaming with Enough time to change things Before they spiral out of control— And the worst part, I didn't remember the dream at all besides Waking up, finally at the end Realizing it was a dream and telling myself It was okay, because now I could just wake up But it wasn't okay, and I blamed the super And whatever he brought with him For lingering in my space Which didn't really feel like mine anymore, anyways, Because the neighbor was evil as they come And they were always playing mind games in the building And the motorcycles And really I deserved better But I couldn't afford it And because I couldn't afford it The demons were always lurking Trying to penetrate my space And they did, that day And it was God's comedy But it wasn't funny And it lingered And the nightmares And the motorcycles was a years long nightmare indeed And hey, At least I got some new music. I realized my show might be the only place my “remixes” might ever see the light of day or have ears other than mine; I couldn't afford the permissions and licenses for most of the music I wanted to remix— nor did I have the energy or the funds to secure the means to come across them. And so, it might have been a good idea to start working; I emptied my bank accounts with intention, with a kind of understanding that it didn't matter at all anyway. Kind of nothing mattered, because there was no real money involved— and I had, in fact stumbled upon the opportunity in a suicidal spiral of desperation, being somewhat hopelessly lost at random in what I thought was Williamsburg; it wasn't, I had apparently walked around Brooklyn in an extremely large loop for about an hour before I realized I might be going in the wrong direction because I couldn't see Manhattan anymore, I didn't care. It was probably 77 or something degrees but with the New York humidity it felt like 90, and I was wearing a head to toe full body sauna suit trying to recover from the end of the month's rations of beans, rice, and literally whatever the fuck I really wanted, because it was really also whatever the fuck I could afford without running out of food for the month before my card reloaded. Thinking I should just die, and in the same very moment stumbling across an opportunity that wasn't nessarily a job, but could easily lead to one— and so, after paying my internet bill, I plunged and poured nearly every last cent I had left over Into what? Idk it just ends there. Goddamnit. {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.

Suddenly, as I looked up from my makeshift workspace, where I had been toiling away for hours at seemingly nothing—I realized the world was full of everything I'd ever wanted to fuck; something primal and ancient had been awakening within me and I was left in a dangerous volitile position, drifting somewhere between reckless promiscuity in a sexual escapade—and the pseudo-conservative now-only partially celibate maiden form of fantasy—there wasn't anything I could do but wait inside my tragic box for some unassuming old soul to finally open the gate—and allow whatever devious and fiending hedonistic godbeing —though never fully lying dormant, entrapped and imprisoned in a loveless and sexless prison. You might recognize me. You Know, I was one of the original Kings of comedy. If I put my heart inside a box; Maybe I'd forget how cold it was Or how far you are Or how much it hurts There's no harm in God, If there ever was one Then, reality sets in: God was my only friend No armor on, I'm at the end Or a long, long walk I'm off again And on again Nothing's impossible— stop at the alter and scoff a bit I left my coat on, I left my heart on the rooftop, A sacrifice, love At the alter, I wonder a song, Or a sonnet A song, No, what's wrong? Something off a bit God, I woke up in a coffin once Isn't that awful The rest or the song wrote itself, At the alter No, I can't stop and talk Got to get off, Cause I've never been on I've never belonged in the world I'm breaking down, jim boy Don't you know? That this show blows my mind But it's stuck in my head Don't you know That this show Blows my mind Like a firework But it's still Stuck in my Head The context is that I want you From the mustache Down to your tonsils But I'm Locke inside of a box Every day I feel poorer and poorer The product says something is wrong to me I'm supposed to just stop at the stop sign And look both directions Before crossing over to Comic nights At the salad bar What a cosmic waste of time And an epic waste of space Am I in your internet history I'm dead You surely are in mine, But I'm right behind you I'd be lying for trying to say I'm not binded Clutch bag, Nut-thins Nailed to the cross With the arches doubled over The crossword Above old Missouri Missoula and Arkansas All saw us run out of gas But I probably should just get going You're so drunk that I don't hope you sober up Understand that our little talks Were just buffered By sunrise Or sunset And two more cocktails, Shirley temples and Surely none of this ever even happened I only know you by the misery in my belly. The heartache in my ribcage. The cry I hold in silent I only know you as Remarkable I, House of cards Ace of wands Down to one Card of hades and Spare me the spade I'll be drifting in the outline and ink of it forever It's the Fourth of July and I'm just waiting on an Amazon order for water If that's not freedom I don't k me what is The elevator music Of my ascension The attitude of attraction, Gratitude, it's so unusual Fight to lose, In a room full of fools; The fuse, and the matchbox— Futile—amusing— Tunes from a hatchback Keys in the lockbox What you want, From the problem solver? That's enough; Now she's out of the box In just socks, And they laugh at her— But also wonder Where her shoes might have gone to There's a lot of ways to get out of a big black duffel bag, You just have to ask, actually But there's only one To get out of the coffin, Or “Box” as they called it, That she was locked up in Futile—amusing— Tunes from a hatchback Keys in the lockbox What you want, From the problem solver? That's enough; Now she's out of the box In just socks, And they laugh at her— But also wonder Where her shoes might have gone to I won't got no business in the business I unplug the plug because I'm finish Just because my skin they think I'm niggas But that disrespect because I isn't You disrespected me Put the emphasis in neglect Synthesis? Sympathies Put some respect on my name Before I put some facts in these flames Making me famous But you don't play me Picking up packages Trying to play me I am the president bitch Not the lady Okay Scratch my back With a metal spatula Take a step back, this is not your world Take a step back While I skip forward This is snitch territory; You should be very aware of me Beware If that's didn't scare you Just stay right there I'm in weight class: BEAR Flying first class air with howling thunderous winds and much hacking, “TIMOTHY THE GIANT CAT” dislodges a Omg dislodges a what? I have no idea that's all that was there. omg. My mother must've known something about me I couldn't have; My mother must have given me her monster But this monster knows better. Even just the profile is an irritant for now; Unsure, meditterenian, Overgrown pantheons turned to ruins What happened was harder, Turbulence I've been good, Golden even But this computer wants me gone And now, Aggravated Assault with a program Who would have thought the forth world war would be fought With our own thoughts? No one. Hm. Even just a glimpse and imm angrier than I've ever been. Still something creeps like the Harvard doctor Or the burning fire Or the flicker of just a thought A meadowlark and still Vines at the bottom of the spring In the pantheon Rhythms and rythms and Now I remember why were blowing up the counterparts Shut up, And pay your taxes Nothing to see here, bottoms up. But it's only 9 and half a clock Remember Sonny, would ya Now we're all obscure in the shadowbox Fix you up a seller Shortly temple soda Surely something lingers Sure enough The forest, And the father And the omen And the harpist And the seeker And the shadow And the wonder And the alter Therefore, Who art thou Therefore, who, Arthur What a wonderful tragedy, Mr. Lin He said, “I thought you'd though so” I say, “Prayers answered and nothing less Than just in the nick of time, For nickel backs And Pennie's picked up, Now in capsules Who you are, I falter But nevertheless A songbird” What a vow, God. I try to keep my promises But my face is still wilted And awkward I take those punches Just about as well As the bag I've become Downstairs, embankments And more shadow boxes Gift, valentines And then now By Fourth of July I should be quite the disappointment To just about everyone Who even had a thought about her There are no more colors Just wounds, And salt shakers, Garlic and Slamming doors Art throbs And heart connesuiers And curators Existential crisis And inward turmoil Oil on canvas Blood spills Long before it ever boils Cauldrons Candle marks Ought, with my eye out Out, with the harpists! I put my eye on, Dose now, Flicker flames, Shadow box Goodnight drunken soldier Pity this, I want to sleep, but wither I want to weep, but am watched I must be under some kind of… Umbrella. I bust me under some kind of — Possession. I must be under surveillance The Devil's in the neighbor The proof is in the pudding I want to punch the possum Or wombat Or what you would call a rodent Dressed as some dumb girl I'm sure she gets paid by the poem To poke and prod But I've written symphonies next door While she plants the seeds of the devil's words And still tries to force conformity In a neighborhood riddled with disease Of which includes her Poor habits and lack of personality No vibration after all But I've hydrated perfectly And circumstances permit, Again, I've written symphonies and never ending sagas in the bathtub While you threaten to pull the plug And put the light out I beg you to watch me Rip my veins apart with box cutters And razorblades Then again, Probably with glee, The whites would watch Another black in agony They seem to really like that Then again The blacks, the shadows Cursed beats Seem to rip each other into pieces As if for entertainment or otherwise Watch this They seem to hate each other moredoes Anybody else actually hate them also And therefore I watch pitifully and become Respectfully disengaged As I am sorted into Creatures of the agony, abyss and wisdom old A tale as old as time and still Something forgotten, Even still It is a man's war, And us as women are just Objects, Then whatever lurks next door is more An empty body or a shell Than ever more a woman was That was my husband you stole from the office. Fucking dumb whore. Then again; What never was owned Then cannot be stolen See golden brotherhood, Crepes and popes, Sacred pipes Cerulean, And keeping her out of our concepts And gardens Planting seeds of choking mongrels And still here We dance in the meadowlarks song And the chosen fountain The blue rays of sun, And the wonder's bow and arrow Again, I call? Well, again I wake As lover does not call But yet I to answer with a song of words And heart of such A song of one to call for But nothing lays more secret then These eyes and filled with pains A wound, salted A bullet, And gillotine Ouch Get out, God. Listen, mister listen A couple hours later And my eyes are steady getting misty Filled with sweat and bears No blood yet Stings my eyes So you know I ain't been eating right And eyes o. Irish Hash and cabbage Checks to cash And slight advantage God help us all If the brim of the hat is dripping And I'm gripping these quarts as I sleep And thinking of Jimmy Croissants fresher baked in the oven Then somebody better love my son Before I go and end the world And pull the plug I ain't got nothing left for em but diamonds! I left forums unanswered I started a lot of unfinished problems But the thing is, I'm almost sure they're already solved Considering as alcoholism's a solvent It cams hurt the hard boards And mother drives The tears are filled with sweat And fountains Somebody else should call it in I'm in so much trouble with the network Thanks a lot, you algorithm fucking Cocksuck programmers Now my heart hurts And soul is vanished How hard do I have to run To go and catch her I looked 15 years into the past And found a wheeelbarrow and basket I have got to get out of here I have got to get out of here Here the coroner comes for Debbie Cadaver But I'm still her, huh Aren't I? Run! You fucking Irish bastard Perfectly tan and yet still, stark white Perfectly golden and still, I'm on numbers Perfectly parished, And still I went backwards A wedding or funeral? All catholic, no services No difference at all And still Nothings worse than Indifference I'm in so much trouble with the network Be king in the nexrophiliac And still I left the golden metropolis For nothing but a metro card and Simple segregative diversity tactics I wanted the heartland! Still, Irish bastard Wish hash and cabbage I've got to get out of here Pushing a basket Abandonment And Fatal attraction You can't sell me anything If I can't buy it Recovery day But I don't feel like it Muscles tired, I'm elastic Send them to the band camp (White lion) I'm elastic Twists and turns and I'm elastic Double up, Double up I'm elastic Twists and turns and There's vampires Don't feel like it Double up double up I'm elastic Take a lesson This is tragic Double up double up I promise, it is personal not business It's professional, no promises now On the radio tower Spread it out Or just hijinx it I mix drinks with hindsight I'm elastic Lesson learned and Twists and turns Between the fireman and the super Someone left a stench And an energy marker in my room That left me clawing at my “Do not touch” money And it hit below the belt. It was all God's comedy, But not in the least funny, I knew I didn't like the super really for whatever reason But even after he left to check the Fire defectors His stench lingered over the smell of the forgotten smoke And I woke up from a nightmare As if I'd lost control When normally, I know imm dreaming with Enough time to change things Before they spiral out of control— And the worst part, I didn't remember the dream at all besides Waking up, finally at the end Realizing it was a dream and telling myself It was okay, because now I could just wake up But it wasn't okay, and I blamed the super And whatever he brought with him For lingering in my space Which didn't really feel like mine anymore, anyways, Because the neighbor was evil as they come And they were always playing mind games in the building And the motorcycles And really I deserved better But I couldn't afford it And because I couldn't afford it The demons were always lurking Trying to penetrate my space And they did, that day And it was God's comedy But it wasn't funny And it lingered And the nightmares And the motorcycles was a years long nightmare indeed And hey, At least I got some new music. I realized my show might be the only place my “remixes” might ever see the light of day or have ears other than mine; I couldn't afford the permissions and licenses for most of the music I wanted to remix— nor did I have the energy or the funds to secure the means to come across them. And so, it might have been a good idea to start working; I emptied my bank accounts with intention, with a kind of understanding that it didn't matter at all anyway. Kind of nothing mattered, because there was no real money involved— and I had, in fact stumbled upon the opportunity in a suicidal spiral of desperation, being somewhat hopelessly lost at random in what I thought was Williamsburg; it wasn't, I had apparently walked around Brooklyn in an extremely large loop for about an hour before I realized I might be going in the wrong direction because I couldn't see Manhattan anymore, I didn't care. It was probably 77 or something degrees but with the New York humidity it felt like 90, and I was wearing a head to toe full body sauna suit trying to recover from the end of the month's rations of beans, rice, and literally whatever the fuck I really wanted, because it was really also whatever the fuck I could afford without running out of food for the month before my card reloaded. Thinking I should just die, and in the same very moment stumbling across an opportunity that wasn't nessarily a job, but could easily lead to one— and so, after paying my internet bill, I plunged and poured nearly every last cent I had left over Into what? Idk it just ends there. Goddamnit. {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.

Suddenly, as I looked up from my makeshift workspace, where I had been toiling away for hours at seemingly nothing—I realized the world was full of everything I'd ever wanted to fuck; something primal and ancient had been awakening within me and I was left in a dangerous volitile position, drifting somewhere between reckless promiscuity in a sexual escapade—and the pseudo-conservative now-only partially celibate maiden form of fantasy—there wasn't anything I could do but wait inside my tragic box for some unassuming old soul to finally open the gate—and allow whatever devious and fiending hedonistic godbeing —though never fully lying dormant, entrapped and imprisoned in a loveless and sexless prison. You might recognize me. You Know, I was one of the original Kings of comedy. If I put my heart inside a box; Maybe I'd forget how cold it was Or how far you are Or how much it hurts There's no harm in God, If there ever was one Then, reality sets in: God was my only friend No armor on, I'm at the end Or a long, long walk I'm off again And on again Nothing's impossible— stop at the alter and scoff a bit I left my coat on, I left my heart on the rooftop, A sacrifice, love At the alter, I wonder a song, Or a sonnet A song, No, what's wrong? Something off a bit God, I woke up in a coffin once Isn't that awful The rest or the song wrote itself, At the alter No, I can't stop and talk Got to get off, Cause I've never been on I've never belonged in the world I'm breaking down, jim boy Don't you know? That this show blows my mind But it's stuck in my head Don't you know That this show Blows my mind Like a firework But it's still Stuck in my Head The context is that I want you From the mustache Down to your tonsils But I'm Locke inside of a box Every day I feel poorer and poorer The product says something is wrong to me I'm supposed to just stop at the stop sign And look both directions Before crossing over to Comic nights At the salad bar What a cosmic waste of time And an epic waste of space Am I in your internet history I'm dead You surely are in mine, But I'm right behind you I'd be lying for trying to say I'm not binded Clutch bag, Nut-thins Nailed to the cross With the arches doubled over The crossword Above old Missouri Missoula and Arkansas All saw us run out of gas But I probably should just get going You're so drunk that I don't hope you sober up Understand that our little talks Were just buffered By sunrise Or sunset And two more cocktails, Shirley temples and Surely none of this ever even happened I only know you by the misery in my belly. The heartache in my ribcage. The cry I hold in silent I only know you as Remarkable I, House of cards Ace of wands Down to one Card of hades and Spare me the spade I'll be drifting in the outline and ink of it forever It's the Fourth of July and I'm just waiting on an Amazon order for water If that's not freedom I don't k me what is The elevator music Of my ascension The attitude of attraction, Gratitude, it's so unusual Fight to lose, In a room full of fools; The fuse, and the matchbox— Futile—amusing— Tunes from a hatchback Keys in the lockbox What you want, From the problem solver? That's enough; Now she's out of the box In just socks, And they laugh at her— But also wonder Where her shoes might have gone to There's a lot of ways to get out of a big black duffel bag, You just have to ask, actually But there's only one To get out of the coffin, Or “Box” as they called it, That she was locked up in Futile—amusing— Tunes from a hatchback Keys in the lockbox What you want, From the problem solver? That's enough; Now she's out of the box In just socks, And they laugh at her— But also wonder Where her shoes might have gone to I won't got no business in the business I unplug the plug because I'm finish Just because my skin they think I'm niggas But that disrespect because I isn't You disrespected me Put the emphasis in neglect Synthesis? Sympathies Put some respect on my name Before I put some facts in these flames Making me famous But you don't play me Picking up packages Trying to play me I am the president bitch Not the lady Okay Scratch my back With a metal spatula Take a step back, this is not your world Take a step back While I skip forward This is snitch territory; You should be very aware of me Beware If that's didn't scare you Just stay right there I'm in weight class: BEAR Flying first class air with howling thunderous winds and much hacking, “TIMOTHY THE GIANT CAT” dislodges a Omg dislodges a what? I have no idea that's all that was there. omg. My mother must've known something about me I couldn't have; My mother must have given me her monster But this monster knows better. Even just the profile is an irritant for now; Unsure, meditterenian, Overgrown pantheons turned to ruins What happened was harder, Turbulence I've been good, Golden even But this computer wants me gone And now, Aggravated Assault with a program Who would have thought the forth world war would be fought With our own thoughts? No one. Hm. Even just a glimpse and imm angrier than I've ever been. Still something creeps like the Harvard doctor Or the burning fire Or the flicker of just a thought A meadowlark and still Vines at the bottom of the spring In the pantheon Rhythms and rythms and Now I remember why were blowing up the counterparts Shut up, And pay your taxes Nothing to see here, bottoms up. But it's only 9 and half a clock Remember Sonny, would ya Now we're all obscure in the shadowbox Fix you up a seller Shortly temple soda Surely something lingers Sure enough The forest, And the father And the omen And the harpist And the seeker And the shadow And the wonder And the alter Therefore, Who art thou Therefore, who, Arthur What a wonderful tragedy, Mr. Lin He said, “I thought you'd though so” I say, “Prayers answered and nothing less Than just in the nick of time, For nickel backs And Pennie's picked up, Now in capsules Who you are, I falter But nevertheless A songbird” What a vow, God. I try to keep my promises But my face is still wilted And awkward I take those punches Just about as well As the bag I've become Downstairs, embankments And more shadow boxes Gift, valentines And then now By Fourth of July I should be quite the disappointment To just about everyone Who even had a thought about her There are no more colors Just wounds, And salt shakers, Garlic and Slamming doors Art throbs And heart connesuiers And curators Existential crisis And inward turmoil Oil on canvas Blood spills Long before it ever boils Cauldrons Candle marks Ought, with my eye out Out, with the harpists! I put my eye on, Dose now, Flicker flames, Shadow box Goodnight drunken soldier Pity this, I want to sleep, but wither I want to weep, but am watched I must be under some kind of… Umbrella. I bust me under some kind of — Possession. I must be under surveillance The Devil's in the neighbor The proof is in the pudding I want to punch the possum Or wombat Or what you would call a rodent Dressed as some dumb girl I'm sure she gets paid by the poem To poke and prod But I've written symphonies next door While she plants the seeds of the devil's words And still tries to force conformity In a neighborhood riddled with disease Of which includes her Poor habits and lack of personality No vibration after all But I've hydrated perfectly And circumstances permit, Again, I've written symphonies and never ending sagas in the bathtub While you threaten to pull the plug And put the light out I beg you to watch me Rip my veins apart with box cutters And razorblades Then again, Probably with glee, The whites would watch Another black in agony They seem to really like that Then again The blacks, the shadows Cursed beats Seem to rip each other into pieces As if for entertainment or otherwise Watch this They seem to hate each other moredoes Anybody else actually hate them also And therefore I watch pitifully and become Respectfully disengaged As I am sorted into Creatures of the agony, abyss and wisdom old A tale as old as time and still Something forgotten, Even still It is a man's war, And us as women are just Objects, Then whatever lurks next door is more An empty body or a shell Than ever more a woman was That was my husband you stole from the office. Fucking dumb whore. Then again; What never was owned Then cannot be stolen See golden brotherhood, Crepes and popes, Sacred pipes Cerulean, And keeping her out of our concepts And gardens Planting seeds of choking mongrels And still here We dance in the meadowlarks song And the chosen fountain The blue rays of sun, And the wonder's bow and arrow Again, I call? Well, again I wake As lover does not call But yet I to answer with a song of words And heart of such A song of one to call for But nothing lays more secret then These eyes and filled with pains A wound, salted A bullet, And gillotine Ouch Get out, God. Listen, mister listen A couple hours later And my eyes are steady getting misty Filled with sweat and bears No blood yet Stings my eyes So you know I ain't been eating right And eyes o. Irish Hash and cabbage Checks to cash And slight advantage God help us all If the brim of the hat is dripping And I'm gripping these quarts as I sleep And thinking of Jimmy Croissants fresher baked in the oven Then somebody better love my son Before I go and end the world And pull the plug I ain't got nothing left for em but diamonds! I left forums unanswered I started a lot of unfinished problems But the thing is, I'm almost sure they're already solved Considering as alcoholism's a solvent It cams hurt the hard boards And mother drives The tears are filled with sweat And fountains Somebody else should call it in I'm in so much trouble with the network Thanks a lot, you algorithm fucking Cocksuck programmers Now my heart hurts And soul is vanished How hard do I have to run To go and catch her I looked 15 years into the past And found a wheeelbarrow and basket I have got to get out of here I have got to get out of here Here the coroner comes for Debbie Cadaver But I'm still her, huh Aren't I? Run! You fucking Irish bastard Perfectly tan and yet still, stark white Perfectly golden and still, I'm on numbers Perfectly parished, And still I went backwards A wedding or funeral? All catholic, no services No difference at all And still Nothings worse than Indifference I'm in so much trouble with the network Be king in the nexrophiliac And still I left the golden metropolis For nothing but a metro card and Simple segregative diversity tactics I wanted the heartland! Still, Irish bastard Wish hash and cabbage I've got to get out of here Pushing a basket Abandonment And Fatal attraction You can't sell me anything If I can't buy it Recovery day But I don't feel like it Muscles tired, I'm elastic Send them to the band camp (White lion) I'm elastic Twists and turns and I'm elastic Double up, Double up I'm elastic Twists and turns and There's vampires Don't feel like it Double up double up I'm elastic Take a lesson This is tragic Double up double up I promise, it is personal not business It's professional, no promises now On the radio tower Spread it out Or just hijinx it I mix drinks with hindsight I'm elastic Lesson learned and Twists and turns Between the fireman and the super Someone left a stench And an energy marker in my room That left me clawing at my “Do not touch” money And it hit below the belt. It was all God's comedy, But not in the least funny, I knew I didn't like the super really for whatever reason But even after he left to check the Fire defectors His stench lingered over the smell of the forgotten smoke And I woke up from a nightmare As if I'd lost control When normally, I know imm dreaming with Enough time to change things Before they spiral out of control— And the worst part, I didn't remember the dream at all besides Waking up, finally at the end Realizing it was a dream and telling myself It was okay, because now I could just wake up But it wasn't okay, and I blamed the super And whatever he brought with him For lingering in my space Which didn't really feel like mine anymore, anyways, Because the neighbor was evil as they come And they were always playing mind games in the building And the motorcycles And really I deserved better But I couldn't afford it And because I couldn't afford it The demons were always lurking Trying to penetrate my space And they did, that day And it was God's comedy But it wasn't funny And it lingered And the nightmares And the motorcycles was a years long nightmare indeed And hey, At least I got some new music. I realized my show might be the only place my “remixes” might ever see the light of day or have ears other than mine; I couldn't afford the permissions and licenses for most of the music I wanted to remix— nor did I have the energy or the funds to secure the means to come across them. And so, it might have been a good idea to start working; I emptied my bank accounts with intention, with a kind of understanding that it didn't matter at all anyway. Kind of nothing mattered, because there was no real money involved— and I had, in fact stumbled upon the opportunity in a suicidal spiral of desperation, being somewhat hopelessly lost at random in what I thought was Williamsburg; it wasn't, I had apparently walked around Brooklyn in an extremely large loop for about an hour before I realized I might be going in the wrong direction because I couldn't see Manhattan anymore, I didn't care. It was probably 77 or something degrees but with the New York humidity it felt like 90, and I was wearing a head to toe full body sauna suit trying to recover from the end of the month's rations of beans, rice, and literally whatever the fuck I really wanted, because it was really also whatever the fuck I could afford without running out of food for the month before my card reloaded. Thinking I should just die, and in the same very moment stumbling across an opportunity that wasn't nessarily a job, but could easily lead to one— and so, after paying my internet bill, I plunged and poured nearly every last cent I had left over Into what? Idk it just ends there. Goddamnit. {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.

In Episode 41 of Undercurrents of Romance, Tracey Devlyn sits down with New York Times bestselling author Allison Brennan to discuss her new romantic mystery, BEACH READS AND DEADLY DEEDS. A private island. A mysterious book. A reluctant heroine with everything to lose. In BEACH READS AND DEADLY DEEDS, Allison Brennan blends forced-proximity romance and a dangerous mystery in paradise. A responsible booklover stumbles into real-life danger—and unexpected love—when the margins of a beach read reveal clues to a guest's deadly disappearance. Love this episode? Rate it ⭐️ Thumbs Up

In Episode 41 of Undercurrents of Romance, Tracey Devlyn sits down with New York Times bestselling author Allison Brennan to discuss her new romantic mystery, BEACH READS AND DEADLY DEEDS. A private island. A mysterious book. A reluctant heroine with everything to lose. In BEACH READS AND DEADLY DEEDS, Allison Brennan blends forced-proximity romance and a dangerous mystery in paradise. A responsible booklover stumbles into real-life danger—and unexpected love—when the margins of a beach read reveal clues to a guest's deadly disappearance. Love this episode? Rate it ⭐️ Thumbs Up

Dive into a dual journey of home safety and culinary delight. In Northeast Wisconsin, experts Cory Tekulve and Amy Plagenz from HME Home Medical discuss making homes more accessible for the elderly. From ramps and stair lifts to ceiling lifts and barrier-free showers, they emphasize affordable solutions to keep your loved ones safe in their own homes. Meanwhile, Dell Kab shares his inspiring story of bringing authentic French crepes to Green Bay with Crepe Bistro Cafe. From sweet to savory, Del's passion for genuine cuisine and community shines, inviting locals to savor a taste of France right in their neighborhood. Maino and the Mayor is a part of the Civic Media radio network and airs Monday through Friday from 6-9 am on WGBW in Green Bay and on WISS in Appleton/Oshkosh. Subscribe to the podcast to be sure not to miss out on a single episode! To learn more about the show and all of the programming across the Civic Media network, head over to https://civicmedia.us/shows to see the entire broadcast lineup. Follow the show on Facebook and X to keep up with Maino and the Mayor! Guests: Dell Kab, Cory Tekulve, Amy Plagenz

The Break Room (FRIDAY 5/20/25) 6am Hour 1) Is a crepe a meal, snack or dessert? 2) What is the line of threat that could get you banned from this type of business? 3) A new sexy dad photo strategy has shown up in WCMF's contest submissions

Es ist geklärt, die Community hat endgültig abgestimmt, Crepes isst man nur und ausschließlich mit Nutella!Im Grunde hätten Jan und Benedikt diese Folge Mischbenzim an der Stelle auch beenden können, haben sie aber nicht. Die ADAC MX Masters aus Mölln mussten und wollten besprochen werden, wer warum disqualifiziert wurde, wer fährt als Gewinner nach Hause und wer muss bis zur nächsten Runde in Dreetz nachsitzen.Enduro Ecke und 30 Sekunden Hass gibt es natürlich auch.Hören, Liken, nochmal Hören. Danke.

A história dos Crepes Suzette junta romance, traição e o Rei Eduardo VII (sim, o mesmo do parque!). Tudo começou por acaso com uma espécie de ameaça de incêndio. Mas afinal quem foi a misteriosa Suzette?

Amandine Vandormael, entrepreneuse food, nous retourne comme une crêpe! Merci pour votre écoute Tendances Première, c'est également en direct tous les jours de la semaine de 10h à 11h30 sur www.rtbf.be/lapremiere Retrouvez tous les épisodes de Tendances Première sur notre plateforme Auvio.be : https://auvio.rtbf.be/emission/11090 Et si vous avez apprécié ce podcast, n'hésitez pas à nous donner des étoiles ou des commentaires, cela nous aide à le faire connaître plus largement.

Andreia Moutinho traz-nos a receita da massa de crepes.

Aquí tienes una lista variada de ideas para desayunos y meriendas saludables, fáciles de preparar y aptas para niños y adultos, que van más allá de lo típico:Desayunos y meriendas portátilesMini muffins saludables: Hechos con harina integral, plátano, zanahoria rallada o calabacín, y endulzados con dátiles o un poco de miel.Rollitos de tortilla: Tortilla de huevo rellena con aguacate, queso fresco y espinacas, enrollada como un wrap.Tortitas de avena: Prepáralas con avena, plátano, huevo y un toque de canela; se pueden llevar envueltas para comer fuera.Barritas caseras: Mezcla copos de avena, mantequilla de almendra, dátiles triturados y chocolate negro en trocitos, hornea y corta en porciones.Bocadillo de pan integral: Con crema de cacahuete y rodajas de plátano o con hummus, tomate y pollo desmenuzado.Snacks dulces y energéticosBolitas energéticas: Mezcla avena, cacao, crema de avellanas y un toque de miel o sirope, forma bolitas y enfría.Crackers de avena y fruta: Tritura avena con manzana rallada, forma galletitas y hornea.Smoothies para llevar: Congela frutas troceadas (mango, fresas, plátano) y mézclalas con leche o bebida vegetal justo antes de salir.Chips de fruta deshidratada: Manzana, plátano o mango en rodajas horneadas o deshidratadas hasta que estén crujientes.Alternativas saladasPalitos de zanahoria y pepino con hummus: Incluye un dip de hummus clásico o de remolacha en un recipiente pequeño.Queso en taquitos: Acompañado de uvas o tomate cherry.Wraps de lechuga: Usa hojas grandes de lechuga como base, rellénalas con atún, queso fresco, tomate y rúcula, y enróllalas.Crackers integrales con aguacate: Espolvorea un poco de semillas de chía o sésamo por encima.Tortitas de maíz o arroz: Untadas con guacamole o queso fresco y pavo.Opciones con cereales y legumbresOvernight oats: Avena remojada en bebida vegetal con un toque de cacao y trocitos de fruta (puedes añadir crema de frutos secos para más energía).Galletas de garbanzo: Masa hecha con garbanzos cocidos, crema de cacahuete y chocolate negro triturado, horneadas como galletas.Granola casera: Mezcla avena, frutos secos, coco rallado y miel, tuéstala y acompaña con leche o yogur.Ideas con proteínasHuevos duros rellenos: Con guacamole o una mezcla de yogur natural y atún.Mini brochetas de pollo y verduras: Pequeñas piezas cocinadas al horno o en sartén.Crepes de avena y queso fresco: Rellénalos con pavo y rúcula.Otros snacks creativosBatatas chips: Rodajas finas de batata horneadas con especias.Tostaditas de plátano: Corta un plátano en láminas largas y úntalas con crema de almendra o avellana.Pudin de chía: Mezcla semillas de chía con bebida vegetal y deja reposar; añade frutas o un toque de cacao.Sándwich de manzana: Dos rodajas de manzana con crema de frutos secos y un poco de granola entre ellas.Pizzas de arroz: Usa tortitas de arroz como base, úntalas con queso fresco y añade tomate, orégano y un poco de jamón serrano.Inspiración internacionalOnigirazu: “Sándwich” japonés con alga nori, arroz, aguacate y proteína (pollo, tofu, etc.).Pan de pita relleno: Con queso feta, tomate y pepino.Empanadillas al horno: De espinacas y queso ricota o atún y verduras.Frittata de verduras: Porciones pequeñas de tortilla al horno con calabacín, espinacas y queso rallado.Conviértete en un seguidor de este podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/comiendo-con-maria-nutricion--2497272/support.

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Thanks for listening to this lastest audiobook production from Flying Pig Audio!Meme's Famous Crepes: Les Crepes Celebres de Memere, is now available as both a paperback and an audiobook-read by its author Tony Perry in both English and French.Learn more about Tony Perry at his website, State of Maine State of Mind.Sign up for the Daring to Tell podcast newsletter The Re-do at michelleredo.com or subscribe to my free, occasional Substack newsletter called Ineffable: Big Thoughts from a Little Farmhouse in Maine.

Como emprendedora, a menudo me he topado con ciertos mitos que parecían inquebrantables y que afectaban mi visión del éxito. En mi último episodio de "Desmintiendo los 3 Mitos más comunes de Emprender con Propósito", decidí abordar algunas de estas creencias que no solo me han afectado a mí, sino que también limitan a muchos emprendedores en su recorrido hacia el éxito. ¿Será que algunas de estas ideas preconcebidas están ralentizando tu crecimiento? En este episodio, profundizo en tres de estos mitos y comparto soluciones prácticas y valiosas aprendidas a lo largo de mi propio viaje. Mi objetivo es que cada uno de ustedes pueda transformar estas creencias en trampolines hacia un futuro próspero y alineado con su propósito. Este episodio es una invitación a reflexionar, desafiar nuestras perspectivas y comprometernos con el cambio en poro de nuestras metas más ambiciosas.

Beatriz Fernández, fundadora de Crepes & Waffles, se sumó a la COP16 con una canción que resalta la biodiversidad de Colombia.

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The Zwift SBS Cycling podcast crew chats about the route and the food to expect at the #TDF2018 , talk Asian Cycling, is this a thing? … a look at UCI's vision for the next few years and you might be surprised what the focus is..

Fresh off her beach volleyball win, Melissa Humana-Parades talks to guest host Molly Thomas as she strolls through Paris, still in shock. Molly talks to some zoo workers about how to handle the grief of losing a beloved animal.. whether it is a moose with grumpy ears, or a pet. Also, math is in the air and in the streets of Toronto as a math conference marks the 100th anniversary with one big difference -- women are invited.

This week the Will Stowe to the podcast, you may know Will from the SNKRs App where he hosted shows on the app. However, he joins me to talk about his journey to where he is now. How he got into sneakers, how he had to give them up and how he got back into it. We also touch on his love streetwear, how the UK sneaker scene effected him. Plus his work with-in the music scene and what keeps him wanting to be so busy! Where to find Will: IG: https://www.instagram.com/willstowehos/ Twitter:https://twitter.com/willstowehos Podcast Linktree: https://linktr.ee/myfirstkicks Intro Music by The DoppleGangaz: https://thedoppelgangaz.bandcamp.com/ Outro Music by Gordon Bombay: https://thegordonbombay.bandcamp.com/

Back after a month-long hiatus, Amanda and Brooke catch up on an epic home run situation, a surprise TV appearance, water gun wins, and parallel parking successes… among many other things. They also discuss having “go bags” for all sorts of situations and spontaneous moments.Brooke then shares a new cooking contraption that is sparking joy, and Amanda is doing her future self a favor that is getting the whole neighborhood involved.Visit www.goodenoughish.com for links to everything mentioned on the show.Support the podcast: Good Enough-ish on PatreonSnag Some Merch: goodenoughish.com/shopJoin the Good Enough-ish™ conversation in our private FB group: Good Enough-ish private Facebook groupIf you like this episode, please take a moment to share a positive review on Apple Podcasts, and share with others who may enjoy Good Enough-ish!We'll be back each week with new topics, stories, tips, and personal experiences, as well as some good old friendly banter and lots of laughter. Don't forget to find us on Instagram @goodenough.ish, or contact us with your episode ideas, questions, and comments.

Camille has been in the crepe-making business for over 12 years now.  Many people think owning a food truck is just showing up, bringing some ingredients, and flipping on the light, and BOOM!  Here comes the money!   What they don't know is that understanding your income statement and providing a consistent product is most of the battle.   This is the difference between companies that come and stay and companies that come and go.  It's the “boring” information that you need to know day-in and day-out to be successful, and obviously you have to make an amazing crepe as well! ;)   Check out this episode, as host Spencer Ward learns Camille's full story.     If you are feeling the love, make sure to subscribe, rate, and review on iTunes, Spotify, YouTube, or wherever you are!! If you'd like to be featured on an episode go to theidahobusinesspodcast.com to APPLY! Apple Podcasts Spotify YouTube   Find Camille's Crepes on Social Media:   Facebook   Instagram

¡Bienvenidos a un nuevo episodio de Keto Real! Hoy, nuestra dietista y nutricionista Cintia Morillas te trae una guía esencial para transformar tu desayuno en una comida cetogénica saludable y deliciosa. Si alguna vez te has preguntado cómo iniciar el día de la mejor manera en tu dieta keto, este episodio es para ti. Aquí, encontrarás consejos prácticos y recetas para todo tipo de estilos de vida, desde aquellos que aman cocinar con calma en casa hasta quienes necesitan opciones rápidas y fáciles para llevar al trabajo. La Importancia del Desayuno Keto Un buen desayuno keto puede marcar la diferencia en tu día. Este tipo de alimentación ayuda a estabilizar tus niveles de energía, evitando los picos y caídas de azúcar en sangre que suelen venir con desayunos altos en carbohidratos. Además, un desayuno rico en grasas saludables y proteínas te ayudará a sentirte más saciado, controlar el apetito y reducir los antojos a lo largo del día. También mejora el rendimiento cognitivo, proporcionando una fuente constante de energía para tu cerebro. Recetas y Consejos Prácticos Desayunos Elaborados para Disfrutar en Casa Huevos en Tortilla o Revuelto: Añade espinacas y aguacate para un toque extra de nutrientes. Muffins de Huevo: Hornéalos y acompáñalos con frutas como fresas o arándanos. Crepes con Crema de Frutos Secos: Ideales para un desayuno más dulce. Opciones Rápidas y Portátiles Yogur Griego con Frutos Rojos y Semillas: Una combinación rápida y nutritiva. Huevos Cocidos y Frutos Secos: Perfectos para preparar la noche anterior y llevar contigo. Queso Fresco y Frutas: Opta por frutas que no se dañen fácilmente como las frambuesas o los arándanos. La Versatilidad del Desayuno Keto No importa tu estilo de vida, siempre hay una opción keto adecuada para ti. Desde combinaciones más elaboradas hasta opciones rápidas y fáciles de llevar, el desayuno keto se adapta a tus necesidades. Ya sea que busques controlar tu peso, mejorar tu rendimiento cognitivo o simplemente disfrutar de una comida sabrosa y saludable, el desayuno keto puede ser tu mejor aliado. Conclusión Este episodio de Keto Real está repleto de ideas y consejos para que puedas disfrutar de un desayuno keto delicioso y nutritivo todos los días. Te invitamos a escuchar el episodio completo para obtener más detalles y recetas. Además, si estás considerando unirte a nuestros planes, ahora es el momento perfecto. Con el apoyo 24/7 de nuestros nutricionistas especializados, podrás llevar tu alimentación cetogénica al siguiente nivel y transformar tu vida. Si te ha gustado este c

In this episode, I chat with Lumi Ray, a chef turned adult actress and content creator, now working as an intimacy coordinator and hosting the No Substitutes Podcast. We dive into life in Humboldt County, where we both lived for many years, her motivations for starting OnlyFans, her first porn shoot, her experiences shooting for Kink.com, and much more. Lumi is a delightful and laid-back person, and I'm so glad we got the chance to talk. EPISODE SPONSORS: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠

In this bite-sized episode, we share delicious moments about the best things we ate this week to inspire each other – and you! You'll want to make this colorful, vibrant rainbow salad for your next dinner party, and you may just get in the mood to whip up a simple batch of French crepes.Tune in for a quick dose of home cooking inspiration!***Links to from this week's show:Rainbow salad recipe on Sonya's substackFrench crepe recipe from Sweet as HoneyWe love hearing from you — follow us on Instagram @foodfriendspod, or drop us a line at foodfriendspod@gmail.com! Sign up for Sonya's free Substack, or order her debut cookbook Braids for more Food Friends recipes!

Delice & Sarrasin (212-243-7200) now does brunch. If you're looking for an incredible vegan brunch with a touch of European charm, you'll find it at the Tribeca bistro. Book your table at https://delicesarrasin.com/ Delice & Sarrasin City: New York Address: 178 West Houston Street Website: http://delicesarrasin.com

When you have a Sweet Tooth, it's not just limited to dessert. Breakfast has a strong sugar factor and between Muffins, Crepes, Danish, and Cinnamon Buns Only One Can Stay!!  I had to bring on someone who's universally versed in all things breakfast, sugar, and shenanings dear friend of the show Carrie. Which One Are You Keeping?Huge Thank you to Will Trenum for this seasons music!!All our listeners head over to Brytn Smile and use Promo Code “GR8RGOODSMILE” to get 25% off your order and whiten those buttered up teeth of yours!!

Indulge your senses and spark your culinary creativity as we whisk you through the whimsical world of homemade ice cream with Anne Aaron, whose passion for blending unexpected flavors will leave your taste buds in a state of anticipation. From the comforts of classic vanilla to the tangy twist of goat cheese ice cream paired with cherry sauce, Anne's stories will inspire you to unlock the freezer and embark on your own frosty concoctions. And don't worry about any kitchen mishaps; we're here to share the sweet secrets to a perfect scoop, including my love affair with cream cheese as a game-changing ingredient for that ultra-creamy texture.Stir in a dash of daring as we turn to the delicate dance of crepe-making, the perfect companion to your homemade ice cream. Join Jen and me, your culinary co-pilots, as we demystify the art of the perfect flip and batter consistency. We promise, crepes aren't as intimidating as they seem, and with Bastille Day around the corner, it's the perfect time to master these thin, delightful treats. Whether your crepes end up embracing a savory filling or a dollop of your freshly churned ice cream, this episode is a feast for both the ears and the palate, leaving you eager to heat up the pan and chill down the ice cream maker.Support the show

On this week's edition, we talk to Paula Jo Chitty Henry of Crepes by Paulette. She grew up in Bentonville and moved to New York (where she met her husband) and France after college. Once she and her husband Fred had kids, they moved back to Bentonville. With no culinary background, they set out to start a food truck (not their original plan) and have now grown to two restaurants. Hear how they did it, and what their future plans are on this week's edition of Flavors of Northwest Arkansas.

Nicky Paredes, es la nueva anfitriona del programa ¡Ya es Hora! e hizo su debut el martes 19 de marzo, y el invitado fue nada mas y nada menos que Aaron Reina, de Colados Coffee & Crepes.Con sucursales en Phoenix, Goodyear y Avondale Colados Coffee & Crepes se ha ganado el gusto de la gente, pero Aaron recordó que fue casi una historia parecida a una película, que todo inició en el 2013, cuando fueron como familia a la ciudad de París, por los 15 años de su hermana.Antes del viaje les recomendaron probar las crepas en la ciudad Luz, pero al regresar de su viaje sus padres perdieron el trabajo y de la necesidad nació Colados.Aaron Reina comentó que ahora tienen tres locales pero recuerda lo impactante que fue la transición, y recuerda que su padre fue un hombre de fe, que se aventó primero con un local y ahora con tres.#colados #coffee #crepes #negocio #phoenix #az #arizona #podcast #podcastenespanol

LeBron James could be a free agent by the summer time so Travis & Sliwa play out some scenarios for LeBron and the Lakers. Will season results impact whether he signs back with the Lakers? What's the economic impact LeBron will have on the Lakers. Corporate Greg and Morales are fixing stuff around the studio so they join Travis & Sliwa for some shenanigans. Producer Emily does some FACT OR CAP! Beto Duran comes in for a little fun and frivolity including a trip to Tijuana with Travis! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Meg and Thomas return from Charleston and Thomas comes back with an accent that linguistically lands somewhere between Colonel Sanders and eastern European. We also get into some edge-of-the-seat commentary on produce storage, Godzilla, and running updates as we train for Boston. We also give our thoughts on the Asics Metaspeed Sky Paris and Edge Paris, which are the best race day shoes Asics has ever put out. Here's the chicken/fox/corn riddle: https://www.mathsisfun.com/chicken_crossing_solution.html Learn more about the Golden Trail Series powered by Salomon: https://www.goldentrailseries.com/ This is episode is sponsored by LMNT. We use it to rehydrate after all our hard efforts and it is hands down the best hydration and recovery mix out there. With hot weather around the corner, nothing beats the salty-yet-refreshing taste of Raspberry Salt, Watermelon Salt, or Citrus Lime. Our listeners can get a free LMNT sample pack with the purchase of any order. Pick it up here ➡ http://drinklmnt.com/thedrop INDEX 00:01 Intro 2:13 South Carolina 06:34 Godzilla 14:07 Thomas running 20:00 Beyonce 24:04 Rose city 39:00 Robbe running 53:06 Asics Metaspeed Sky/Edge Paris 1:07:10 Jawzrsize update

(Feb 29, 2024) The New York state legislature finalized new congressional lines for the 2024 races. That clears the way for petitioning for the June primaries that started this week; two political newcomers plan to challenge the mayoral and council candidates endorsed by Plattsburgh's Democratic committee; crazy for crepes at the TAUNY cafe; a celebration of listeners' Leap Day birthdays!

Ihre Bücher wurden in 30 Sprachen übersetzt und einige Millionen Mal verkauft. Das muss man sich mal auf der Zunge zergehen lassen. Zum Glück zahlt diese Redewendung, dieses „sich auf der Zunge zergehen lassen“, voll ein auf das Gefühl, das sich bei Ildikó von Kürthy einstellt, sobald es um leckeres Essen geht. Um Naschereien, um überbackenen Käse, um Crepes und manchmal auch um Maßlosigkeit. Wo hört der Genuß auf, wo beginnt die Völlerei? Die 1968 in Aachen geborene und seit vielen Jahren mit ihrer Familie in Hamburg lebende Schriftstellerin springt ohne Umschweife hinein in dieses Gespräch über das Essen ihres Lebens, das von vielen lustigen und nachdenklichen Gedanken durchzogen ist - wobei das Lustige definitiv überwiegt. Hier und da habe ich mich ertappt gefühlt und konnte sehr viel lachen, über für Weingummi gehaltene Ohrstöpsel, hoffnungslos überladene Pizzen und die Gewissheit, all you can eat sei Fluch und Segen zu gleich. Viel Spaß mit dieser Episode. Ach, und lassen Sie es mich wissen, wenn Sie plötzlich den Impuls verspüren, sich einen himmelblauen Toaster zulegen zu müssen. *** WERBUNG Toast Hawaii wird unterstützt von dmBio, die Bio-Lebensmittelmarke von dm-drogerie markt. Ganz nach dem Motto „Natürlich lecker erleben“ bietet dmBio mit mehr als 550 Produkten eine vielfältige Auswahl – von leckeren Snacks für zwischendurch bis hin zu original italienischen Tomatensaucen. Haben auch Sie eine dmBio-Geschichte, die im Podcast erzählt werden soll? Dann schreiben Sie uns gerne unter toasthawaii@studio-bummens.de ÖKO-Kontrollstelle: DE-ÖKO-007

Listen to Aimee and Sarah tell their story of how they fell in love with Pine Island and opened Spots Ice Cream, Crepes and Sauces in Bokeelia, just north of the 4 way stop.  They want the community to come in and tell their story and enjoy the delicious ice creams, Sarah's homemade sauces, and their wonderful sweet and savory crepes.   As Sarah and Aimee say, we want it to be the ‘spot' where everybody wants to come and connect and enjoy sweet things. To listen to the podcast, use your favorite podcast app or go to our website, https://pineislandexperience.com For more information, email pineislandexperience@gmail.com

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Mit welcher Bude holen wir auf dem Weihnachtsmarkt das meiste raus? Crepes, Glühwein, Bratwurst oder Kinderkarussel? Wir sind Eure Experten und sagen Euch, was gut geht auf dem Weihnachtsmarkt. Etienne schläft im Kino ein und schnarcht. Und wir fragen uns, welche Viecher man alles essen kann. Du möchtest mehr über unsere Werbepartner erfahren? Hier findest du alle Infos & Rabatte: https://linktr.ee/podcastohnerichtigennamen

Sue Becker reintroduces a little seed that we will want to include in our whole grains and whole foods menu - Buckwheat.  Buckwheat can be used in similar ways to grains. It can be milled into flour, boiled whole, and even enjoyed raw to add a little crunch to salads or granola. In addition, Buckwheat flour is also an excellent choice for making pancakes, muffins, and crepes. Crepes made with buckwheat flour are less delicate, and this allows them to work very well when used as wraps and tortillas. Product Links: The Essential Home-Ground Flour Book, by Sue Becker: https://bit.ly/essentialhomegroundflourbook Buckwheat: 2 lb bag: https://www.breadbeckers.com/store/pc/Buckwheat-Hulled-ORGANIC-in-2-lb-Baggie-88p2599.htm 1 gal pail – 7 lbs: https://www.breadbeckers.com/store/pc/Buckwheat-Hulled-ORGANIC-7lbs-1-gal-Pail-88p2616.htm 6 gal bucket: https://www.breadbeckers.com/store/pc/Buckwheat-Hulled-ORGANIC-40lbs-6-gal-Bckt-88p2582.htm For more information on the benefits of REAL bread - made from freshly-milled grain, visit our website, breadbeckers.com. Also, watch our video, Only Real Bread - Staff of Life, https://youtu.be/43s0MWGrlT8. Follow us on Facebook @thebreadbeckers and Instagram @breadbeckers. Visit our website at breadbeckers.com. *DISCLAIMER: Nothing in this podcast or on our website should be construed as medical advice. Consult your health care provider for your individual nutritional and medical needs. The information presented is based on our research and is strictly that of the author and not necessarily those of any professional group or other individuals.

Entre la euforia de Black Friday, las protestas en las filas de Crepes y el bronceado de Juliana tipo boliqueso, no sabemos a dónde iremos a parar.

Movie: Texas Chainsaw 3D Happy Halloween! This week we talk about Texas Chainsaw 3D, all the cringe moments along with the tropes of the genre, and how 3D really falls flat when watching a 3D movie in 2D format. Later, in our game, we make up sequels to this movie. Chainsaw music video by Family Force 5: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qdJicpjitMM Leave a review! Follow us on Instagram: @featurefilmpod --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/featurefilmpod/message Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/featurefilmpod/support

Trading Places is a film about two brothers who bet that they can redeem Eddie Murphy's character, Billy Ray and at the same time ruin Dan Ackroyd's character, Louis.    Timecodes: 00:00 - Xpose Hope Ad :29 - Introduction :46 - The Film stats 8:10 - John Landis launched Jamie Lee Curtis' career 9:26 - The Pickup Line 13: 24 - Film Analysis 29:42 - Societal Themes 30:00 - A look at the inappropriate moments of the film 35:50 - Head Trauma 36:20 - Smoochie, Smoochie, Smoochie 36:38- Driving Review 37:50 - To the Numbers   References made in the episode: Xpose Hope Website Frozen OJ trading   To guess the theme of this month's films you can email christi@dodgemediaproductions.com You can guess as many times as you would like. Guess the Monthly Theme for 2023 Contest - More Info Here   Next week's film will be Leaving Las Vegas (1995)   Subscribe, Rate & Share Your Favorite Episodes! Thanks for tuning into today's episode of Dodge Movie Podcast with your host, Mike and Christi Dodge. If you enjoyed this episode, please head over to Apple Podcasts to subscribe and leave a rating and review. Special thanks to Melissa Villagrana our social media posts. Don't forget to visit our website, connect with us on Instagram, Facebook, LinkedIn, and share your favorite episodes across social media. Email at christi@dodgemediaproductions.com   To get 2 months free on Libsyn click here: https://signup.libsyn.com/?promo_code=SMOOCHIE

Dinner for Shoes (released every Tues.) is a podcast hosted by Sarah Wasilak, a fashion and food enthusiast with her mouth full. With appearances by her cats, Trish and Kit, and agendas that almost always go to shit, we aim to dive into a discussion about style and break some bread in each chaotic episode. In episode one, Crepes + Croatia, Sarah recaps her latest vacation to Dubrovnik, Hvar, and Split over a chicken Caesar crepe and sparkling basil lemonade. She explains why overpacking, just to dress up on vacation, can be essential because of how clothes make her feel. She discusses the intention behind creating a vibe through both her taste and style. Sarah talks about observing both locals and tourists in Croatia and details the clothing she saw them wear, while also breaking down the essentials she packed in her own suitcase for her trip to one of TikTok's biggest destination hot spots for 2023. Dinner for Shoes podcast episodes are released weekly on Tuesday, right here on Spotify, as well as on YouTube and Apple. You can follow along for updates, teasers, and more on TikTok, Instagram, and Facebook. If there are any fashion topics you've been pondering or good eats you think Sarah should try, don't hesitate to send a DM or an email. Dinner for Shoes is an original by The Kai Productions. Follow Dinner for Shoes: @dinnerforshoes on Instagram, TikTok, Facebook, and YouTube Follow host Sarah Wasilak: @slwasz on Instagram Follow producer Megan Kai: @megankaii on Instagram Get in touch: dinnerforshoes@gmail.com THIS DINNER Chicken Caesar Crepe from Crepe Guru in Jersey City, NJ THESE SHOES Jeffrey Campbell Movie Slide Sandals, vintage THIS OUTFIT Zara Open Back Bucked Top (8269/783) Zara Turned Up Cuff Straight Leg Pants (1478/131) Jenny Bird Small Silver Icon Hoops THESE CHAPTERS 0:00 - INTRO 3:30 - CUT THE CREPE 8:45 - THE OUTFIT BEHIND THE SHOES 9:48 - PERSPECTIVE ON PACKING 14:18 - CROATIA GIRLS, THEY'RE UNFORGETTABLE 17:20 - LOOK AT MY LOOKS 21:00 - TY FOR DINNER, CREPE IT REAL THIS SET H&M pillows Kip & Co x Babbarra pillows Tessa Neustadt Rio Maggiore Art Print from Urban Outfitters Vogue on Manolo Blahnik by Chloe Fox Bad Girls Throughout History by Ann Shen The Style Mentors by Elyssa Dimant THIS PRODUCTION is created, written, hosted, and produced by Sarah Wasilak. is executive produced and digitally coordinated, designed, and edited by Megan Kai. is tech supervised by Nick Zanetis. includes photos in chronological order by Cristal Rojas and Sarah Wasilak references the following brands, locations, and products: Dolce Vita Dubrovnik, Away Travel, Cozy Essential compression bags (Product ID: B0BFVWFHW8), Hula Hula Hvar, Carpe Diem Beach Hvar, Zimmermann Coaster Structured Midi Dress, Solid and Striped The Harper Eyelet Maxi Dress, Solid and Striped Eyelet Cropped Cabana Shirt, Solid and Striped Eyelet Mini Wrap Pareo, Solid and Striped The Sienna Bottom, Ettika jewelry, Rachel Comey Spritz Gwen Dress, Meshki Sarika Top, Meshki Melika Bottoms, Meshki Elaine Top, Meshki Elaine Skirt. is in no way affiliated with my full-time job as a fashion editor. is made with love.

In this episode the guys discuss Colon Cancer testing, Cutoff Gym Shirts, Crepes, The Brady Bunch House, A true Death Trifecta, Dumb Money, The New York Jets, The Blue Ridge Rock Festival, Pantera, Kix, and much more.....

Hannibal. Carthage. Rome. Hamilcar Barca. Second Punic War. Battle of Saguntum. Battle of Lake Trasimene. Battle of Canae. Battle of Zama. Scipio. Quintus Fabius. Fabian. Delay. George Washington the "American Fabius." Elephants. Unladen African elephants. Laden African elephants. Donner and Blitzen. Thunder and lightning. Crepes. Pancakes. Alps. Really? Over the Alps? Huh. Well, that won't end well. Or will it? (dum, dum, dum). Dictator. Altar. You win battles, but you don't know how to use your victories. Cartagena. Hasrubal. It's only important if it hurts you. You'll only complain when YOUR liberty is taken, ignoring it when its somebody else's. #hannibal #hannibalbarca #secondpunicwar #punicwars #elephants #alps #fabius #fabiantactic #battleofcanae #battleoflaketrasimene #battleofzama #battleofsarguntum #scipio #livy #polybius #romanhistory #historyofcarthage #truehistory #history #tyranny #ancienthistory #rome #ancientrome #worldhistory #hamilcarbarca #resistance #principiisobsta #latin Sources: Livy, History of Rome Polybius, Histories

Break out your best bonnet and riding boots because this week on HOW DID WE GET WEIRD? we are joined by comedian/actor/musician Tim Heidecker to discuss the pastoral drama series, Little House on the Prairie. Along the way we discuss Tim's job a la creperie, watching sitcoms made for adult as kids in the eighties and our respective senior superlatives. (Jonah and Tim were most radical/unique while Vanessa won every other one.) We also get in depth about the "explosive" finale of Little House on the Prairie and the possible tax ramifications of this unexpected narrative turn. We also play a round of CHANGE.DORK where we discuss petitions advocating for the return of the original Wonka bar, liberation for high school vending machines and should Metallica play the Super Bowl Halftime show? (You'll have to listen to find out, but Vanessa really doesn't think so.) Don't forget to check Tim out on the Two Tims Summer Tour as well as his upcoming performances with The Very Good Band, both of which are coming to your town soon. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

(Tinny fanfare of trumpets and Sousaphones like the beginning of newsreels in old timey movies begins) The Business Device Hall of Fame, located in the heart of Gary, Indiana, ( near Jermaine Jackson's son Jermajesty's restaurant Jermajesty's Steak and Crepes) better make room for a brand new exhibit because this week's thesis for the Overlap Podcast is going to be the biggest thing for business - even better than when Mavis Beacon taught typing, more monumental than when metal was molded and bent until paper first was clipped and will make the Rolodex look like the piece of crap it truly is - a Lazy Susan for business cards. Yes, this week's central point stands tall above all other business must-haves, save only the GOAT of office supplies - the red Swingline stapler, which was only created after the intense demand from its appearance in the cult classic Mike Judge film “Office Space.” What is this Deus Ex Machina, this device from the gods themselves meant to change our world forever and always? Of course, it's the Full Focus Planner - allowing our boys Sid and Keith to further explore the furthest reaches of time management not unlike a modern day Bill S. Preston, Esquire, and Theodore Logan (minus the phone booth and Death, obviously). The pair's excitement for the Full Focus Planner is catchier than Pink Eye and will likely be just as contagious, as our boys share the joys of their new favorite toys. They'll share personal anecdotes, goals set and matched and (because their schedules are so well-managed and curated), they'll even have time to take you through the first 50 pages of their screenplay they've written - picture it, a Whodunnit murder mystery in the style of “Murder on the Orient Express” but with the Muppets as main cast and Hologram Carol Channing as the only human character. Somebody get Jack Warner on the phone - we've got his tent pole flick for next summer. (Okay, maybe not that last part, but… real talk, you'd go see that movie in theater. Or at least pay like $3 to rent and stream it one night, right?) So, Plan to Focus Fully on this week's Overlap Podcast - anyone who finishes the episode can email us to get the 10 question quiz. Score 90 or above and you'll get a coupon for $1.75 off the ticket price for “Murder on the Muppet Express,” in theaters June 2028. Get your Full Focus Planner today!   

Have you ever felt you haven't found your Purpose, or that your Purpose wasn't big enough, good enough or important enough? It's easier to live your purpose when you're doing what you love, and being who you are.  When you are sitting in alignment with what juices you and lights you up, then you are living purposely, and Purposefully. Sharing what comes naturally for you as your gift is impactful and serves purpose.  Living and sharing your passion is an invitation to know more about you. And if you think what you're passionate about might not be received well, if it lights you up to talk about, share it anyway! You never know the impact. Own and live what you're passionate about, because then you're living authentically and living Your Life. 

Elizabeth is upset with her mother, who complained to her nephew that even though they were in Paris, Elizabeth wouldn't allow her to eat crepes. Elizabeth is feeling hurt and blindsided by the criticism. Join us as she works through her long-time resentments. Let's do The Work.

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