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

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

Vince, Belz and Watke get back to the business of the Monday Review, working through a lot of the transfer news, and a few other things that might have slipped through the cracks if we hand't brought them up.Still working on this series about youth soccer. If you have a question about raising or coaching little kids to be as good at soccer as they can be......submit one for Jim Harte, former PE teacher and longtime high school soccer coach who founded the High School Champions League: https://forms.gle/R132rXppaqFdFenb8 Jim and I will be talking soon about the right approach to coaching little kids, how to encourage more free play, how kids learn and what they are looking for from sports.Or submit one for Mike Idland, a college soccer coach who's been a thoughtful and incisive email correspondent to me for a long time. We'll be talking about practical tips for how to run a U6 or U8 rec soccer practice, among other things: https://forms.gle/FhfMoFGxRV3rpNU69 Subscribe to Scuffed on Patreon! Patrons get a private ad-free feed for all episodes that go out on the public feed, plus the Monday Review every week with Watke and Vince. Patrons also get access to some video of clips we discuss on the show, our private Discord server, live call-in shows, and the full catalog of historic recaps we've made: https://www.patreon.com/scuffedAlso, check out Boots on the Ground, our USWNT-focused spinoff podcast headed up by Tara and Vince. They are cooking over there, you can listen here: https://boots-on-the-ground.simplecast.com

Saagar, Emily, and Griffin break down the WSJ reporting on an alleged letter Trump wrote to Jeffrey Epstein for his 50th birthday, the MAGA reaction and latest polling, and Stephen Colbert's Late Show cancelled for 'financial reasons'. To become a Breaking Points Premium Member and watch/listen to the show AD FREE, uncut and 1 hour early visit: www.breakingpoints.comMerch Store: https://shop.breakingpoints.com/See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

We become a punk rocker with James Gunn's Superman and also talk Cries and Whispers, Sexy Beast, National Treasure, The Other, Jaws 2 and Superman (1978). Follow the show on Twitter: @thecinemaspeak Follow the show on Instagram: cinemaspeakpodcast Subscribe on Youtube: Cinema Speak Intro: 0:00 - 13:31 Review - Superman (2025): 13:31 - 54:12 Movie Roulette - Cries and Whispers: 54:12 - 1:15:26 Micro-Reviews - National Treasure, Out Cold (2001), Sexy Beast, Interstellar, Final Destination: Bloodlines, Fear Street: Prom Queen, The Other, Superman (1978): 1:15:26 - 1:58:28 This week in new releases/Outro: 1:58:28 - 2:08:08 Spoiler Discussion - Superman (2025): 2:08:08 - 2:47:16

Send us a textHave you ever wondered what happens when a group of unfiltered friends gets together with absolutely no topic off-limits? That's exactly what unfolds in this raw, hilarious episode of the Nobody's Talking Podcast.When a fellow "Phoenix unicorn" joins the crew as a special guest, the conversation roams wildly across the landscape of modern life, beginning with shocking fireworks injuries before taking an unexpected emotional turn. Joe, usually the stoic one, reveals that Disney's Coco made him tear up – leading to a surprisingly vulnerable exploration of masculinity and emotional expression. "I don't remember the last time I cried," Joe confesses, as the group gently navigates this rare moment of openness from their typically guarded friend.The discussion shifts like quicksilver between topics that most podcasts wouldn't dare touch. From BBLs and cosmetic procedures to the evolution of language around sexuality, the hosts offer unvarnished perspectives on how people present themselves versus their authentic selves. Our tech-savvy guest brings expertise to conversations about digital privacy ("Your phone is always listening") and cryptocurrency ("There's nothing physical about Bitcoin – it's all imagination"), demystifying complex topics while the hosts react with genuine curiosity and skeptical humor.Things reach peak outrageousness when the conversation turns to $89,000 AI sex robots, complete with detailed debates about their features and target demographic that will have you laughing uncontrollably while contemplating how technology is reshaping intimate human connections.What makes this episode special isn't just the boundary-pushing topics but the authentic camaraderie between friends who can discuss absolutely anything – from crying at animated movies to the mechanics of sex robots – with genuine curiosity and zero judgment.Join us for this unforgettable conversation that proves the best podcasts aren't afraid to go where others won't. And be sure to check out Superman in theaters now – though as Joe would remind you, be prepared if you decide to watch Coco!Thanks for listening to the Nobody's Talking Podcast. Follow us on Twitter: (nobodystalking1), Instagram : (nobodystalkingpodcast) and email us at (nobodystalkingpodcast@gmail.com) Thank you!

This is the story of how a desperate search for the perfect dinner turned into a deeply unsettling evening inside a sketchy restaurant kitchen. We're starting the week off with the classic combination of Italian food and tears. Today we're serving: Cries From the Kitchen WHAT IS THE SLICE? "The Slice" is a new single serving storytelling format where each episode is a new anecdote, and life itself is the adventure. Hosted by Jason Howard Heat, new episodes drop every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Subscribe and stick around if you love a good story, because we're serving up real life tall tales three times a week. PLUG Come see Virginia Championship Wrestling live and in person at the Liberty Lottery in Portsmouth, VA at the Portsmouth Pavilion on Sat 7/19 @ 7:30pm.  Tickets available online at Ticketmaster.com and also at the Portsmouth Pavilion box office! SUPPORT COLLECTED POSSIBILITIES Leave a Tip for the Birthday Boy! VenMo - JasonHowardHeat Cash App - $JasonHowardHeat Follow Collected Possibilities on Social Media Instagram  Facebook Email us at collectedpossibilities@gmail.com

Sermon on Psalm 77 preached on July 13, 2025 by Kelly Wright.

Welcome to The Clay Edwards Show, where I deliver unfiltered takes on the day's biggest issues. Today, I'm diving into two hot topics: the controversial "Alligator Alcatraz" detention facility in the Florida Everglades and why I stand by my vote for Trump. First, we explore a detainee's shocking interview from Alligator Alcatraz—complaining about mosquito-sized elephants, freezing tents, and scarce food. I call it a classic case of “eff around and find out,” arguing the conditions reflect personal accountability for those detained. Then, I explain my “ride or die” support for Trump, even while criticizing his handling of the Epstein saga. I voted for accountability and bold action—like the DOJ's new investigation into Brennan and Comey—and I'll back him when he's right, while calling him out when he's wrong. Two things can be true at once!Why Listen? A raw take on Alligator Alcatraz and its implications. Honest insight into supporting Trump with critical eyes. Unscripted debate on accountability and policy. Who's This For? If you're intrigued by immigration debates, Trump's leadership, or unfiltered political commentary, this is for you. Perfect for supporters, skeptics, or anyone who loves a good discussion.Key Topics: Alligator Alcatraz detention facility conditions Why I voted for Trump and my stance on his policies Follow Us: Catch me on social media: @savejxn (Facebook, X, YouTube, Rumble) and @clayedwardsshow (YouTube, Spotify, Apple Podcasts). Tune In: Subscribe to this channel, hit the notification bell, and share your thoughts in the comments! What do you think about Alligator Alcatraz or my Trump take? Like and share to keep the conversation alive!Note: Drop your opinions below—suggestions for future topics are welcome!

Krystal discusses Alex Jones cries over Epstein files, Glenn Greenwald on Trump fascism, Peter Thiel can't answer if he is antichrist, Ted Cruz caught on European vacation amid Texas floods, LA ICE invasion. Glenn Greenwald: https://x.com/ggreenwald Murtaza Hussain: https://x.com/MazMHussain To become a Breaking Points Premium Member and watch/listen to the show AD FREE, uncut and 1 hour early visit: www.breakingpoints.comMerch Store: https://shop.breakingpoints.com/See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Pitbull attacked and killed a one-year-old child. Rover saw a sign in Ireland showing dog breeds that have to have a muzzle on at the park. Attorney General, Pam Bondi, claims to have the Epstein client list on her desk. Alex Jones makes a video in his car about how upset he is over the Epstein files. Diddy's conviction.

Pitbull attacked and killed a one-year-old child. Rover saw a sign in Ireland showing dog breeds that have to have a muzzle on at the park. Attorney General, Pam Bondi, claims to have the Epstein client list on her desk. Alex Jones makes a video in his car about how upset he is over the Epstein files. Diddy's conviction. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

The sermon examines the reign of Manasseh, king of Judah, highlighting his pervasive idolatry and persecution of the righteous, ultimately leading to divine judgment upon Jerusalem. Drawing parallels between Manasseh's actions and the fate of the Northern Kingdom, the message emphasizes God's unwavering standard of righteousness and the consequences of disobedience. It underscores the importance of personal accountability and warns against complacency, urging listeners to apply God's law to their lives and recognize their need for Christ's imputed righteousness to achieve uprightness and avoid eternal judgment, ultimately offering a path to holiness and everlasting life. Help us to make Reformed resources available online: https://providencearp.breezechms.com/give/online

Tom makes the case for the curvy couch and Molly has the successor to Stanley. Then Tom recognizes Dramione as part of the wider Harry Potter fanfic trend, while Molly cries in... something. LINKS:Owala water bottlesCries in **something funny** Curvy couchDramione Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

THIS WEEK: Tales from the Crypt (1972), Tales from the Crypt: Demon Knight (1995), Bordello of Blood (1996) and Ritual (2002)We decided that Jack needed more Dennis Miller in his life, which naturally led us to the cinematic world of EC Comics.Donate to Palestinian Medical Aid Support Optimism Vaccine on Patreon

When blood is spilled in your land and true justice is not served... judgment follows. Today we break down the Brian Kohlberger plea deal that shocked our community here in Moscow, Idaho. Four college students murdered, and the killer gets life in prison instead of biblical justice—the death penalty. This isn't just about one case—it's about a nation that has abandoned God's standard of justice, leaving victims to pay for their killers' "adult daycare" while devaluing human life at every level. Fight Laugh Feast 2025 Conference (October 16-18, Nashville) - Register HERE: https://flfnetwork.com

When blood is spilled in your land and true justice is not served... judgment follows. Today we break down the Brian Kohlberger plea deal that shocked our community here in Moscow, Idaho. Four college students murdered, and the killer gets life in prison instead of biblical justice—the death penalty. This isn't just about one case—it's about a nation that has abandoned God's standard of justice, leaving victims to pay for their killers' "adult daycare" while devaluing human life at every level. Fight Laugh Feast 2025 Conference (October 16-18, Nashville) - Register HERE: https://flfnetwork.com

When blood is spilled in your land and true justice is not served... judgment follows. Today we break down the Brian Kohlberger plea deal that shocked our community here in Moscow, Idaho. Four college students murdered, and the killer gets life in prison instead of biblical justice—the death penalty. This isn't just about one case—it's about a nation that has abandoned God's standard of justice, leaving victims to pay for their killers' "adult daycare" while devaluing human life at every level. Fight Laugh Feast 2025 Conference (October 16-18, Nashville) - Register HERE: https://flfnetwork.com

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Rachel Reeves Cries, UK Despairs Under Useless Labour, Starmer Doomed  #RachelReeves #KeirStarmer #LabourParty #PMQs #UKPolitics #LabourRebellion #JonGaunt Rachel Reeves breaks down in the House of Commons as Labour faces a brutal backlash over its welfare U-turn. Keir Starmer suffers a humiliating rebellion from his own MPs, leaving the party in chaos.  Is Labour collapsing before our eyes?  Watch Jon Gaunt's breakdown from PMQs and reaction across Westminster. Featuring: Rachel Reeves, Keir Starmer, Labour Party, welfare policy crisis, political rebellion, UK Parliament drama. Jon Gaunt, Rachel Reeves, Keir Starmer, Labour Party, UK politics, Jon Gaunt, PMQs, House of Commons, welfare U-turn, Labour rebellion, Starmer doomed, political crisis, British government, Labour meltdown, Westminster politics, July 2025 news This video is a politics blog and social commentary by award winning talk radio star, Jon Gaunt  

Labour passed its welfare reform bill on Tuesday night – but only after yet another concession to rebel MPs which make the changes almost meaningless, and wipe out £5 billion in planned savings.Why was the process so appallingly handled? Will heads roll in Government? And why was Chancellor Rachel Reeves apparently crying during PMQs this afternoon?Plus, how one suspended doctor is fuelling Britain's worklessness crisis by handing out sick notes on demand and without consultation. Camilla speaks to the Telegraph's Janet Eastham, who went undercover to expose Dr Sick Ltd.Read: The suspended doctor selling sick notes on demand, by Janet EasthamProducer: Lilian FawcettSenior Producer: John CadiganPlanning Editor: Venetia RaineySocial Media Producer: Robbie NicholsVideo Editor: Will WaltersStudio Operator: Meghan SearleOriginal music by Goss Studio Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Ed and Ava are joined by comedian and fellow Scot Marc Jennings to discuss today's blockbuster PMQs, which saw Rachel Reeves cry and Starmer struggle to answer for yesterday's rebellion. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Big Idea: God is merciful, but His patience has limits. Without true knowledge of Him, we risk repeating destructive patterns that carry great consequences. Bible teaching by Alex Vaca on the 29th June 2025.

In this episode, I talk about Ingmar Bergman's 1972 film, "Cries and Whispers," a haunting and intimate portrait of a woman dying and the people around her. I begin by sharing about my own mother's death, how I was with her to the very end, and how this film has taken on a deeper resonance for me now.Though the episode was recorded before her cancer diagnosis and passing, I was already in the role of caregiver. I reflect on how "Cries and Whispers" captures the loneliness of illness, the coldness we sometimes encounter in the world, and the deep human need for tenderness, love, and presence, especially in the face of pain, death, and the deterioration of the body.Sources:Images by Ingmar BergmanIngmar Bergman websiteYou can follow me on Instagram, Letterboxd, and Tumblr. My email is herheadinfilms@gmail.com.

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This is a free preview of a paid episode. To hear more, visit meetthemess.substack.comMove over, Meet the Press—it's time to MEET THE MESS!This week on the podcast, Trump bombs Iran…but don't worry, a 22-year-old grocery store clerk/lawn boy is in charge of terrorism prevention!

Sean "Diddy" Combs' legal team has raised concerns over a recent search of his jail cell at the Metropolitan Detention Center in Brooklyn, alleging that federal authorities seized materials protected by attorney-client privilege. According to his attorney, Marc Agnifilo, the confiscated items include handwritten notes detailing defense strategies and witness information for Combs' upcoming trial. Agnifilo contends that this action violates Combs' Fourth, Fifth, and Sixth Amendment rights, as the materials were intended solely for legal preparation.The defense argues that the seizure of these privileged documents could compromise Combs' ability to mount an effective defense. They have filed a motion requesting the return of the materials and are seeking assurances that prosecutors will not use the information in the ongoing case. Combs is currently awaiting trial on charges including sex trafficking and racketeering, with proceedings scheduled to begin in May 2025.Let's dive in!(commercial at 8:52)to contact me:bobbycapucci@protonmail.comsource:United States v. COMBS, 1:24-cr-00542 – CourtListener.comDiddy's Lawyers Say Jail Cell Sweep Violated His RightsBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/the-epstein-chronicles--5003294/support.

We dive WAY to deep into a discussion about coffee addiction and its health benefits, the unsettling nocturnal noises that spooked Amy, and whether tacos can be classified as sandwiches. The hosts also share humorous anecdotes about scorpions, give a sneak peek into Tyler Perry's new movie 'Straw' on Netflix, and debate other unusual topics like hot dogs and sandwich definitions. Join us for a mix of laughs, intriguing facts, and personal stories! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

06/18/2025, Jisan Tova Green, dharma talk at City Center. Jisan Tova Green shares how Zen practice has influenced her long engagement with peace and justice issues, and draws from the words and actions of three of her mentors, Joanna Macy, Maylie Scott, and Alan Senauke.

On today's Top News in 10, we cover: New York mayoral candidates throw themselves at Federal agents for brownie points. Senator Alex Padilla (D - California) cries on the Senate floor. President Trump issues several direct statements about Iran while meeting with the National Security Council. Subscribe to The Tony Kinnett Cast: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/the-tony-kinnett-cast/id1714879044⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Don't forget our other shows: Virginia Allen's Problematic Women:⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ https://www.dailysignal.com/problematic-women⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠  Bradley Devlin's The Signal Sitdown:⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ https://www.dailysignal.com/the-signal-sitdown⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠  Follow The Daily Signal:  X:⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ https://x.com/DailySignal⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠  Instagram:⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ https://www.instagram.com/thedailysignal/⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠  Facebook:⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ https://www.facebook.com/TheDailySignalNews/⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠  Truth Social:⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ https://truthsocial.com/@DailySignal⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠  YouTube:⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ https://www.youtube.com/user/DailySignal⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠  Rumble:⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ https://rumble.com/c/TheDailySignal⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠    Thanks for making The Daily Signal Podcast your trusted source for the day's top news. Subscribe on your favorite podcast platform and never miss an episode. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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Karen Read LAUGHING Outside Court While O'Keefe's Family Cries | 5 Moments That Disgust America DESCRIPTION: SHOCKING FOOTAGE REVEALS TRUE CHARACTER: While John O'Keefe's mother sobbed in court reliving her son's death, Karen Read was caught on camera laughing with her PR team just outside. This disturbing compilation shows the five moments that turned public opinion against the woman who claims to be a grieving girlfriend. The footage that exposed Karen Read: LAUGHING and posing for selfies while O'Keefe's mother testified about identifying her son's body SMIRKING and rolling her eyes as prosecutors showed autopsy photos HIGH-FIVING her defense team after a witness broke down crying SHOPPING for designer clothes the day after emotional victim impact statements JOKING with reporters about being "too pretty for prison" while family members wept nearby Body language expert Susan Constantine analyzes Read's inappropriate emotional responses, revealing classic signs of antisocial personality disorder. The lack of empathy, the narcissistic need for attention, the inability to read the room - all point to someone incapable of genuine remorse. We contrast Read's behavior with other high-profile defendants who at least pretended to show respect for their victims. Even Scott Peterson kept his smirks off camera. Read's brazen disregard for O'Keefe's grieving family has shocked even seasoned court watchers. Most disturbing: Read's own supporters have abandoned her after seeing this footage. Social media erupted with former "Free Karen Read" accounts admitting they were wrong. When you lose the people who believed in your innocence, you've revealed your true self. John O'Keefe's family deserves respect, not mockery. This video ensures everyone sees who Karen Read really is. #KarenReadLaughing #DisrespectfulDefendant #NoRemorse #CourtroomDisgrace #TrueCharacter #JohnOKeefesFamily #ShockingFootage #BodyLanguageReveals #NarcissistExposed #JusticeForJohn Want to comment and watch this podcast as a video?  Check out our YouTube Channel. https://www.youtube.com/@hiddenkillerspod Instagram https://www.instagram.com/hiddenkillerspod/ Facebook https://www.facebook.com/hiddenkillerspod/ Tik-Tok https://www.tiktok.com/@hiddenkillerspod X Twitter https://x.com/tonybpod Listen Ad-Free On Apple Podcasts Here: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/true-crime-today-premium-plus-ad-free-advance-episode/id1705422872

Karen Read LAUGHING Outside Court While O'Keefe's Family Cries | 5 Moments That Disgust America DESCRIPTION: SHOCKING FOOTAGE REVEALS TRUE CHARACTER: While John O'Keefe's mother sobbed in court reliving her son's death, Karen Read was caught on camera laughing with her PR team just outside. This disturbing compilation shows the five moments that turned public opinion against the woman who claims to be a grieving girlfriend. The footage that exposed Karen Read: LAUGHING and posing for selfies while O'Keefe's mother testified about identifying her son's body SMIRKING and rolling her eyes as prosecutors showed autopsy photos HIGH-FIVING her defense team after a witness broke down crying SHOPPING for designer clothes the day after emotional victim impact statements JOKING with reporters about being "too pretty for prison" while family members wept nearby Body language expert Susan Constantine analyzes Read's inappropriate emotional responses, revealing classic signs of antisocial personality disorder. The lack of empathy, the narcissistic need for attention, the inability to read the room - all point to someone incapable of genuine remorse. We contrast Read's behavior with other high-profile defendants who at least pretended to show respect for their victims. Even Scott Peterson kept his smirks off camera. Read's brazen disregard for O'Keefe's grieving family has shocked even seasoned court watchers. Most disturbing: Read's own supporters have abandoned her after seeing this footage. Social media erupted with former "Free Karen Read" accounts admitting they were wrong. When you lose the people who believed in your innocence, you've revealed your true self. John O'Keefe's family deserves respect, not mockery. This video ensures everyone sees who Karen Read really is. #KarenReadLaughing #DisrespectfulDefendant #NoRemorse #CourtroomDisgrace #TrueCharacter #JohnOKeefesFamily #ShockingFootage #BodyLanguageReveals #NarcissistExposed #JusticeForJohn Want to comment and watch this podcast as a video?  Check out our YouTube Channel. https://www.youtube.com/@hiddenkillerspod Instagram https://www.instagram.com/hiddenkillerspod/ Facebook https://www.facebook.com/hiddenkillerspod/ Tik-Tok https://www.tiktok.com/@hiddenkillerspod X Twitter https://x.com/tonybpod Listen Ad-Free On Apple Podcasts Here: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/true-crime-today-premium-plus-ad-free-advance-episode/id1705422872

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Sean "Diddy" Combs' legal team has raised concerns over a recent search of his jail cell at the Metropolitan Detention Center in Brooklyn, alleging that federal authorities seized materials protected by attorney-client privilege. According to his attorney, Marc Agnifilo, the confiscated items include handwritten notes detailing defense strategies and witness information for Combs' upcoming trial. Agnifilo contends that this action violates Combs' Fourth, Fifth, and Sixth Amendment rights, as the materials were intended solely for legal preparation.The defense argues that the seizure of these privileged documents could compromise Combs' ability to mount an effective defense. They have filed a motion requesting the return of the materials and are seeking assurances that prosecutors will not use the information in the ongoing case. Combs is currently awaiting trial on charges including sex trafficking and racketeering, with proceedings scheduled to begin in May 2025.Let's dive in!(commercial at 8:52)to contact me:bobbycapucci@protonmail.comsource:United States v. COMBS, 1:24-cr-00542 – CourtListener.comDiddy's Lawyers Say Jail Cell Sweep Violated His Rights

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In the early morning hours of June 6, 1996, a frantic 911 call came in from a quiet neighborhood in Rowlett, Texas. On the line was 26-year-old Darlie Routier, who said she and her sons had been stabbed by an intruder while they slept in the downstairs family room. When first responders arrived, they found a horrific scene—six-year-old Devon and five-year-old Damon lying on the floor with multiple stab wounds, while Darlie was walking around, bleeding from several knife injuries of her own. As officers cleared the house and paramedics worked to save the victims, Darlie repeated the same story: a man in dark clothing had come into the family room, stabbed her and her children, then fled through the garage—leaving the knife behind. But as investigators began to process the scene and piece together what had unfolded in the Routier home, a new set of questions emerged—about Darlie's version of events, the physical evidence, and what she did—and didn't do—after the attack. We're coming to CrimeCon Denver! Use our code CRIMEWEEKLY for 10% off your tickets! https://www.crimecon.com/CC25 Try our coffee!! - www.CriminalCoffeeCo.com Become a Patreon member -- > https://www.patreon.com/CrimeWeekly Shop for your Crime Weekly gear here --> https://crimeweeklypodcast.com/shop Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/c/CrimeWeeklyPodcast Website: CrimeWeeklyPodcast.com Instagram: @CrimeWeeklyPod Twitter: @CrimeWeeklyPod Facebook: @CrimeWeeklyPod ADS: 1. https://www.SkyLightCal.com/CrimeWeekly - Get $30 off a 15-inch calendar! 2. https://www.OneSkin.co - Use code CRIMEWEEKLY for 15% off! After you make your purchase, please let them know we sent you! 3. https://www.WarbyParker.com/CrimeWeekly - Try on ANY pair of glasses virtually today!