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Find Me On Broadway 001: {VEEP} (AN OWSLA CONFIDENTIAL EXCLUSIVE} FROM GOOGLE “Veep” 2012 ‧ Sitcom ‧ 7 seasons "Politics is about people," former Sen. Selina Meyer is fond of saying. Unfortunately, the people Meyer, a charismatic leader and rising star in her party, meets after becoming vice president are nothing like she expected, but everything she was warned about. "Veep" follows the VP as she puts out political fires, juggles her public schedule and private life, and does everything within her limited powers to improve her dysfunctional relationship with the chief executive. Meyer's trusted -- and some not-so-trusted -- sidekicks include chief of staff Amy, one-time spokesperson Mike, and right-hand man Gary. “The New Adventures of Old Supacree” This is not what I intentioned. Well, what had you intentioned, dammit , how do you spell her name? Spell it? I can barely say it! “C'cx– WRONG. How would you say this name. Axel? Thas' a stupid name Not for a Rockstar. That's already a rockstar Is it? Whatever, man. The Rock must have been buzzing in some sort of special way on this day; because for some reason, I couldn't stop thinking about it. I had finally rearranged the remainder of my seemingly new surroundings— the miniature Keurig— a status symbol, of course— looked handsome on the work desk— the cat tree seemed to match, though with no actual feesible monetary income,, no actual cat, and no end in sight— the tree itself would have to be enough to lift my spirits. It was a nice cat tree, almost untouched and looking very brand new— though the couch had a few scratches, though easily hidden with the decorative use of a couple throws—at least I had a couch, and all that was left to accomplish before fully enjoying was to arrange an order of Febreeze to rid it of its previous owner's dandruff smell, and general mismanagement—besides that, it was itself almost brand new as well, and it seemed a strange new world to wake up in, after sleeping in a nearly empty apartment for 6 months; there was 6 months left in my lease, and I was getting nervous that they would try to push me out—hopefully I would find someplace better, or at the very least higher up—with the same amenities intact. Still, I was working as diligently as in could on organizing—at least the recordings, to put together the next group of projects as quickly as I could— nevermind the writing—and there was so, so much of it, I hadn't a clue what to do. I had been avoiding Rockefeller Plaza like the plague for quite sometime—it always made me nervous in a sort of way I didn't understand, in that I would pulsate and vibrate differently, and more often times than not, was upset and concerned that I had yet to go to the top—a costly feat—nor could I afford to entertain or enjoy any of the amusements at the bottom—not that I wanted to, as the older I got, and especially the longer time spent in New York, the more off putting the public and large crowds were—particularly after a remarkably disgusting respiratory infection I caught on new years, battling a crowd which became impossible to move through at all—let alone see the ball drop—and I had learned my lesson, especially after The Macy's Day parade; the crowds in New York were disgustingly unbearable, and in order to get a good view of anything, you would have to arrive nearly a full day early, and simply camp—now I knew why people packed around collapsible lawn chairs on holiday weekends. I had been blindsided by Fallon towards the end of the Macy's day parade—I hadn't any clue at all that he apparentlyboarticipated annually, as it had been years since I had watched the parade myself with my parents—and still, it was iconic—I always wanted to go. Still, and even though I had only written very little of him up to that point, I found it disasterous that as his name was announced and the float which carried him and The Roots, the best late night band on Television, not by opinion, but by fact—as I had most recently been studying and researching as thoroughly as I could all of the late night hosts since the dawning of Television in preparation to write this pilot, The TV People, short handed to TVP—and just then I recalled a dream from the night before, about Pat Kirkpatrick—for the first time in the dream world, it wasn't Fallon at all, but Pat Kirkpatrick. I couldn't remember the dream, nor could I seemingly work myself out of the rut that had been the plateau in writing the show—the show itself was heavy, with so many characters, all of which each had been given detailed and specific personalities, livelihoods, and backgrounds—in fact, I hadn't written anything in such a way since college, with detail—actually, I had never written anything so detailed at all, so character oriented that the character analyses filled entire pages of documents with excruciating vividness, as if these people were real. Well, now they were—and Fallon was neither Patrick as I was Esha, and the story has taken its own form, still however birthing an incredibly awkward and romanticized fascination and near obsession with the TV people themselves—not that I would feed it to be so. I blocked out the news outlets, the media, the alrogithm's suggestions to watch bits and pieces of Fallon, though, however, I refused, and somehow, I didn't need it. Fearfully so, he was somewhere lodged deep somewhere inside of me—and I was even sort of embarrassed to have written some of the things I had of his essence, however prophetic it seemed to be, that for about a three week period between April and May, I seemed to have gone off into a trance of sorts, writing for hours and experiencing vivid visions of this show, The TV Prople, alongside writing The Festival Project ™ And all of its markers—there were so many worlds, so many ways throughout them—and now as I had realized, I had actually been writing about Fallon nearly as long as I had been writing about Sonny, but differently. I had never of course come face to face with Fallon as I had the latter—and still—found it somewhat nessecary to hide my face beneath a mask as his float passed my viewing spaf , an elevated view from the staircase of some church, which had happened to be perfect—and although I was certain it's not as if he was looking for or at me—I had just then been writing of this Cosmic Avenger, and hadn't any idea at the time of Fallon in reality having been an actual magician, and still— with cameras everywhere, and knowing even what I had written—I didn't want to be caught by any passing cameras with any sort of blush or worse—a smile on my face as the float passed— a smile which would flash my atrocious gap-tooth and crooked smile I was sure was permanent, by then having been in the homeless shelter nearly a year. As soon as his name was announced, I promptly pulled up my mask, hiding under my sunglasses. I had already been caught on camera earlier in the parade gawking at some float—now was not the time to be caught gawking again. He, like Rob Lowe seemed impeccably professional and well-rehearsed, like a cartoon character— he was, after all, kind of a cartoon character, however now, even if it was partly due to my own writing, I took him more seriously. There was a darkness about him— a sometimes glassy-eyed, almost scary darkness that told me, even a world away, not to fuck with this dude—some kind of animal or monster I was sure we both shared, however mine more the type and category of insatable and undernourished and his more peaking its head out in the form of a multi-millionaire network puppet, which housed an untamable powerhouse of musicianship, manhood, and wit— it's true, I was finally scared of him, knowing after all what the true tears of a clown could be, a dangerous man in a uniformed suit, the Everyman for the programmed masses, and the funny man with a jig to dance, a story to tell, and an indoor life— secret realm within I was sure no one knew. I fed the monster with respect to the home, happy wife, and children— I, after all, loved love, and only wanted it for myself, leaving alone the parts of a man I had found and was sure was broken enough to have left me puzzled and star studded rather than struck as I always was, tears welling up at the thought of it that something should be mended neither I or anything I was could not fix—I continued to write, however, knowing I was walking on glass barefoot and tiptoeing on eggshells around the mass media conglomerate of the network that stood between my feeble world and his, the higher ups— and beyond: it was, after all, a level system— and now with a beautifully decorated and fully apartment, besides my mattress on the floor instead of the space saving loft bed I had wanted—though it looked just right with the piano bench as a headboard, housing my crystals and new globe, plus a colorful collection of books I could crack open as I awoke to the morning light, no longer so early but increasingly later, as I shifted into the insomniatic habits of a true DJ and music producer, still writing and reading in the mornings, however— I had to wonder what level I was truly on. My apartment looked like a home. The decor was better than I could have imagined myself even, the tasteful furnishings and modern elegance shifting my reality— no longer an empty apartment, now a fashionable hub for art and creation. I assumed the cat would come along in the winter, with any hopes that I would finish my albums by then—and also looming over me— my last life, and the people in it struggling to call up to me in this very ascended realm, which I was lucky to inhabit. ‘Thank you God for your many blessings' My wishes it seemed, had been granted— magic did indeed seem real, and though I had an Amazon return packages and ready to go— there wasn't a time and place I could see myself as ready to even be near The Rock, some festering bulletwound in my heart, all that I had written, not just of Fallon, but of the rest of the people I had honored by word mark but had not yet the status or wealth to have ever known as human at all, but more products of the program; with intention, however, it was the path I had followed to be destined here somehow though small codes and doorways, signals and symbols which called to me and seemed only I could see—but were there in plain sight, and with the right eyes, had meant more than I ever dreamed anything could— open doors to a world I had indeed created myself, and in turn, the world in which I lived had also been created around me. I had to, in my mind, find the light inside all of whom I studied, to humanize myself—nurturing some fascination of fame and celebrity inside which still stood unanswered, the question of why and how one becomes so high up that without trying, that I might continue to find them in my mind's eye and in my world, on the outside, time after time. —tales of a superstar DJ. The men with the littlest dicks Drive the loudest bikes And they talk too much About nothing To no one The men with the littlest dicks Do the littlest things I call it niggardly Dispite the color Follow the leader To instill fear Within earshot The men with the littlest dicks Want the skinniest women The chicks who remind them of Innocence lost A childhood spent Getting boredom for freedom And allowences for doing nothing The men with the littlest dicks Do the littlest shit Like make everyone miserable Yes, it is a miserable existence, Never being wanted, however I should know better than this TINA FEY SON OF A BITCH. (Everyone's still drunk) What. Why, what happened? He got here before us. What?! How do you know? [pause] Okay. This weird detour is paying off in some kind of way— I'm still heavily obsessed with the fact that Johnny Carson referred to his weird drunken jacking off as “cranking it” ON TV. On something close to live television in like— The 80's Was it the 80's? I don't know, And apparently even Johnny Carson doesn't know, because he was “sauced”, So let's just go ahead and add that to the list of ghosts I have to track down for making me squeal like a little fucking schoolgirl. However, I'm half convinced, He's still around— Oh yes. I do believe these— THIS MAN— Oh, holy shit here it goes. HERE'S JOHNNY! Aw, fuck. I told you not do. What was I supposed to do—?! Not do it It was a blood oath— I told you— Mi had to do it. *shrugs* Well, now, you're fucked. STAY DOWN, MOTHERFUCKER. Ooh. This is gonna hurt. I swear to god, Every day of my life: I will KILL YOU YOU CANT KILL ME. AND EVERY DAY THAT YOU DO NOT DIE; I WILL JUST STAY DOWN, MOTHERFUCKER— DIE, MOTHERFUCKER— GO. TO. SLEEP. aaaaaGGGGHhHHHHHHHHHHHH. —I WILL KILL YOU . Don't give up! Seriously! Seriously, I got money on this.z Really? What. How much. Just $10. Oh. That's good Yeah, but it's the only cash I've had in months! I forgot what it was. I'm rich, Everything's cashless. Tickets! Get your tickets! Ze are cheaper here on ze black market. “The Black Market” How much for this one? $9 I'll take three. What the fuck is wrong with you? I WILL KILL YOU IN YOUR SLEEP. I'M A DJ, BITCH. I DONT SLEEP. Have you ever thought about . What you're gonna be— When you die? Yeah. I've been thinking about it a lot. Okay, what is it. I get three right? Right, yeah. A Superstar DJ. Okay, that's good. What else? A rockstar Okay, what else? A mom. That's it? Yeah, man. I die and gone to heaven, right? Right. So that's it. What's the wager? Four horses. Got it. What exactly brings you here to bargain? My fat and heavy nuts. No questions asked. —tales of a Supersrar DJ VO I didn't know he called back. I didn't even see the message. I feel like such a piece of shit. I am a piece of shit. Worthless. My eyes itch, My nose bleeds My heart hurts now, I'm all gone Dark on Mondays All gone Gone till Sunday All done I was never an good mother No Just a ghost with a gun I was never on top of the world, son Just under it Now I'm all out of something I can't put my hand on And I'm all out of love, No one wants me Imm washed up One hand on the guitar One foot in the door And one head in the oven I'm all done I'm all done My eye itches My nose bleeds The noose loosens, I fall down I'm so stuck on an old number I'm so lost that I'm found now. —I'm so sorry But no one else is Tie me to the bed And watch me bleed So full of disinterest and vinegar Remember to tie me to the crossword In the times tomorrow Four rainbows for your dumb luck A forced fuck from one goat The other still doesn't row well It's a long boat It's a long story It goes untold They all turn to the one who wants to hurt me In the long run Nobody will ever love me again So I'm told Might as well find a bottle of ferment To grow up in Swallow bottles of old wine With a sour tongue Unremarkable SHOUT! Defamed you, Heroism in the— Never hatred, but indifference, Circumstances. Circumcisions Misdirection, Big decisions Defense strategy? To exit— Just as quickly as it all begins to fade away Nearly as quickly as it started, Newfound freedom near the exit, After happenstance, Never afraid to admit to neglect Selected supplies, For fear of the eye Goddammit it, late night people Of course; when was it last you saw letterman on a surfboard? Almost never? Forget to fear them, The men in mirrors, The sharks in surfboards, The writer's block, over The rockstar on opioids Does it hurt anybody else this much to just stand here If Tweety's the Canarybird, When who am I to call myself a cat, Sylvester! The silver streaks in his hair, The glaze in his eyes The break in his heart The health of the hoax FUCK YOU FALLON I hope your ratings went up Just a bit Just a bit I hope you CRANK THIS Up in your car While I forgot about you I hope the peanut butter goes with the jelly The couch fits with the vision covers The cookies go with the coffee haven't mopped the floor yet, of course All out of Pablo santo For your information I just didn't make the grade Cause teacher hates me I still haven't found a mate With every amen I hate me Almost as much as I hate myself And I So I can't be God itself Cause I love that thing Alright? Amen! Can I have a can opener or three to set the record straight Can I scratch as fast as I sniff up every tear Every line of cocaine Every autograph? No you can't. Just know that my landlord has a thougsand bathrooms I can't find my hat, my gun— And where the fuck are the bananas CONAN O BRIEN EXCUSE MY FRENCH, BUT FUCK YOU, WOAAAAAH, CONAN! WOAH! WHAT DID I DO?! You— You fucked up the entire fucking ecosystem With CUMSLUTS! WHAT THE FUCK, BRO! Can you even SAY any of that?! I just did! Which network do you work for?! Where's Fallon at?! he's dead, bro! He's dead?! Yeah! For what?! I don't know. I just found out. Well. What happened. Someone shot him. Again?! Yeah, but like, way worse this time. So they finally got him, ah? No, he died of a heart attack. What! Then they shot him. What. That doesn't make sense. Nothing makes sense. This scene is running long. I thought so. DIRECTOR CUT. That was great. Thanks. Except—Conan. Yes? You're too tall. What? Next. Take I want you to try it— Like— Just the way you just did it— Uh huh But smaller: What do you mean? Like, less tall. Oh. Alright. BREAK FOR LUNCH. “The Everymans” 01 I'll know why soon I'm sure It hurts with every word You're sleeping on my floor I'm fuming in the north My foot goes through the door Where were you then, When the mystery ends When the miser's the minister, Mistral and instrumentalist Ah Magic; illusion Illustrious industry Interdependent television Radio signals, Satelites Entropy Trophy wives, Fight clubs Back at nine Nick at night Every time is every time Time is all you need, and Time is on your side, if You just follow me Reader's remorse Writer's digest Try to sit still for a moment, Take a lesson From your friends here So when, then should I trade my Brand new pants in for a suit The bird said The cat damaged (I can't yet) Can of soup to open, Oh yes Cambells is it? Warhol knows best 02 I thought I told you I don't want to Owe you Are you Over it Somebody once told me You were holy Somebody once told me To hold onto Somebody once said Turn the light off But I've been trying To buy fire Someone's in the box, God Someone once told me Someone let me out—God? Someone once told me Fuck it, I just want to hold you I don't want to own you I just want to Someone once told me Beware of you Someone else told me Be there for you Someone once told me The hair of dog Ought to get you along I got handfuls of songs With no worlds yet Someone once told me Someone once told me Someone once told me Someone once told me. Someone's in the box, God Someone once told me Someone let me out—God? Someone once told me Somebody once told me You were holy Somebody once told me To hold onto I thought I told you I don't want to Owe you Are you Over it 03 I'm a multidimensional wordsmith Sike! I'm a psychopath wrecking your whole home Won't you wound my womb? (I won't go ) Won't you hold onto my world? (Why won't you?) Sorry, I slipped on the mat this morning Stumbling over you Thought it was afternoon Don't want to give you The news, cause you wrote it all Causes for dollars Indifference, disasters, sons Why won't you hold me like you used to? Why don't I know the answers to the crosswords? Why don't you meet me at the crossroads with your— No, no, Don't do that Don't call it home To be continued Where were you this morning, When I stumbled in To love you? She said At the forefront of your honor's worth If all you are's a wordsmith, m god unlock you Pen and paper Gun in holster Officer, Pull down the trigger Don't want to give you The news, cause you wrote it all Causes for dollars Indifference, disasters, sons No, no, Don't do that Don't call it home To be continued Once upon a time, All my eyes were brown (The money, the power, the respect) Now those days are gone The world is still round (At least I thought) The misery set in again They said the lows would come I did hate Mondays, after all With no sun to come up And look forward to Fast forward— Did you ever see that? Well, that is technically the back door. I almost forgot about that place. That's because it doesn't exist. It had to exist. Now I've seen it at least twice Hey! How'd you do that. Christ, he is a magician Oh yeah, Cosmos factory. They said the lows were coming. Maybe I needed them to finish that thing— I swear I missed Something The ghost (The other one, anyway) Dillon was a ghost, once No, ghost was the ghost, but we were —close. Good friends. Imaginary friends. Anyway. Fuck this nonsense. Nonsense, is it Just— Don't make me slit my wrists again. I remembered this day for something Wonder what. Maybe nothing I hate Mondays Guess this is the job, This is the job, I was wondering about the suit. So, are you a parrot, a puppet, or a mimick. I swear to god that's him. Good, Now I don't ever have to watch him. Oh shit, Fuck this playlist Are you sure “saved by the cowbell” God, I feel like shit, And I shouldn't be hungry But I'm starving inside For some loving Someone help me Somebody, something I'm suffering, suffocating Need him, Reeling, Reading Sinking, Feeling —but shouldn't be crying. I digress, however It was an interesting Day to digest God, I forgot about this— A whole soundtrack Jesus Christ, Bring it back; I like who your wife is —would you write that? Would you admit to dying on the cross once? Would you admit to admiring Ms, Robinson Would you wash out the Robin in Williams Look at Carson I defect to default Cracked asfault, to decadence Desire or what have you I haven't, I promise I would not admit to wanting, Something like a cupcake Something else is in there Figure it out Danger The five pointer approaches With heroic intolerance Suddenly, it's gone, God Mustn't be the Republicans, For the most part, I would want that For fear of the liberals, And my rent controlled apartment I've got two thumbs, too, You know I've got Jews up my ass for the asking I've got mom up my spine for the others Fucking assholes —so this is what it means to be married to the music, huh No one to really hold you, But I told you, I've got golden globes and Oscars Every morning Motorcycles for the morons I've got daughters for your doorknobs —Know you're sorry now Catch the drum pattern Your heart should stop fluttering With butter on it Weren't we all once prostitutes In foster care The others wouldn't dare To call a fountain out For the fountains— Busy training you Safe to say a savior says I do, And then doesn't For the most part I'm a woman With the wants And the body of a God FUCKING WATCH IT, CARSON but you got that all on a card, love. All on a card, fuck. What was your wish, You dumb motherfucker? Look what I got the other ones. Hi Cosmo. Hi Wanda. Awww. I love them. Dead drunk by tomorrow I hope, I choke on sunsets. He keeps taking you away someplace, Where is it? Does nobody else know this place? No. Nobody else can see this! Well, that's fucked up. I had a dream I was at your wake. That would be great. I wrote a scene where your obituary just said “lol” “lol” What! That's it?! Yeah. And It's not even capitalized! That's it, I've had enough. Throw the whole world away. What. just throw it away. Damn dog, You okay? No. I'm homeless. That's okay. You smell like a whole ass alien. What? Come to my place. I figured this would have more depth. I— Nevermind. It is, like torture, you know— this thing. I didn't do it on purpose. get oFF of me. getawayfromme. Okay, I'm taking my bread out of the freezer. You sure are eating a lot today . You sure are sounding like a pain in my big, fat, ass. I— That ought to shut you up. Look! CUMSLUTS! NICE. Get off of my boat. What. Aye-aye, captain. (Duck dives) Wait. What just happened? Mi think I might have— Great, Now there are things about this— I can't even write. This secret dies with me. Kill that bitch. Fucking great. So, Where were you on 9/11 again? I'll deal with this later. I gotta go. Wait, where are you going? Fuck you, that's where. Wait! If you saw me hanging from the rafters Would you ahoot to kill Or come to shoot me down? At long last, Disaster Are there tears in your denial As the memorandum sets in? Neither there or neither farther am I Father, Can you call again? I haven't heard you yet Besides the heart drops When the beat falls out If I hang myself Like pendulum From the old bank walls Would you watch me swing Or come to cut me down Don't doubt the alter If it were the birds Coming for the crumbs Would you ponder any longer Whether they were all of one feather Come now Don't doubt the alter Don't fear the weapons Don't worry, mother I'm coming to kill you Uh, I'm gonna wait on dinner. FUCK, What the fuck was I saying? FUCK. I hate this dude. FUCK. Come on, you stupid —biiitch! I hate this dragon. Almost as much as I hate— You know what? What? Forget it. I'm not doing this. What why not!? I'm gonna get killed for this. You're in the Illuminati; you're gonna get killed anyway. Yeah, but not for this! Let's hope! Who know, though! UGH; SHUT UP. GET IN HERE. I hate the sound of your name Like an unheard whisper Unanswered I could never call to A cavern Righteous, Unwanted What was is, though. Something about a wheelbarrow' I just went surfing Hit the surface from underwater Shook out the slumber What was it worth, God? What were the words for? Fuck, A shapeshifter and a telepath? How many people have that? Not that many. How many people know about this? Enough. FUCK. Oh, look whose swearing. I solemnly swear— Don't tell NOBODY. I ain't telling nobody about this. Good. Now get out. I'm gonna kill this sonofabitch. SON OF A—BITCH. That's it. Kill him. Where's my gun? Did you check the fridge? No. [THE IMPENETRABLE TEN ENTER the KITCHEN] What?! All ten of them?! I fucking guess. —but DANE COOK *kicking down door* FUCK! Goddammit it We missed her. OR—him. Her? Him? I don't know. JESUS FUCKING CHRIST What is it? It's a pilot! Oh shit, should I shoot him? Not a helicopter pilot! A TV pilot, For what?! Tv is dead. Streaming is where its out, It's for me! I'm in it! Oh! What! Let me see. (In the fridge) …what is this? [from the bedroom/studio] Hey you guys! What. What happened? What's up! YOU SHOULD SEE THIS. Love is not blind, And neither am I It's like that sometimes, always Tip of the tongue, The art of the lie, It's like that sometimes, Always A tale of all tales A sign of the times It's like that always, sometimes I forgot to forget I saw you; I forgot to forget I know you I forgot to forget I love you I forgot to forgive, I want you Shut the door, Let the lights turn off Turn the page —till the sun comes up Something real Something wrong I forgot Something strange Something weird I'm in love Write the song Love is not blind, And neither am I It's like that sometimes, always Tip of the tongue, The art of the lie, It's like that sometimes, Always A tale of all tales A sign of the times It's like that always, sometimes I forgot to forget I saw you; I forgot to forget I know you I forgot to forget I love you I forgot to forgive, I want you Shut the door, Let the lights turn off Turn the page —till the sun comes up Something real Something wrong I forgot Up is up Down is down Right is right Wrong is wrong Black is white Dark is light Right is wrong I love you My house is normal now, With a table and chairs But I don't call it home Cause I know They'll throw me to the curb Leave in in the road Like the animal I am You don't know what the world does When she's off work You don't know how the world acts When she's off her axis It's okay to take hiatus Instead of medication It's okay to call the cops on motorcycle It's okay to die Before you see your son When Sunday comes Just call your mom on Monday Doctor visits EMTs and emergencies Epics and Epochs Long lost love songs to god And Cardinal Directions Reflections in mirrors Table toppers for all the dramas All the months you lost On muttered mantras {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2019-2024 | THE COMPLEX COLLECTIVE. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū.

“The New Adventures of Old Supacree” This is not what I intentioned. Well, what had you intentioned, dammit , how do you spell her name? Spell it? I can barely say it! “C'cx– WRONG. How would you say this name. Axel? Thas' a stupid name Not for a Rockstar. That's already a rockstar Is it? Whatever, man. The Rock must have been buzzing in some sort of special way on this day; because for some reason, I couldn't stop thinking about it. I had finally rearranged the remainder of my seemingly new surroundings— the miniature Keurig— a status symbol, of course— looked handsome on the work desk— the cat tree seemed to match, though with no actual feesible monetary income,, no actual cat, and no end in sight— the tree itself would have to be enough to lift my spirits. It was a nice cat tree, almost untouched and looking very brand new— though the couch had a few scratches, though easily hidden with the decorative use of a couple throws—at least I had a couch, and all that was left to accomplish before fully enjoying was to arrange an order of Febreeze to rid it of its previous owner's dandruff smell, and general mismanagement—besides that, it was itself almost brand new as well, and it seemed a strange new world to wake up in, after sleeping in a nearly empty apartment for 6 months; there was 6 months left in my lease, and I was getting nervous that they would try to push me out—hopefully I would find someplace better, or at the very least higher up—with the same amenities intact. Still, I was working as diligently as in could on organizing—at least the recordings, to put together the next group of projects as quickly as I could— nevermind the writing—and there was so, so much of it, I hadn't a clue what to do. I had been avoiding Rockefeller Plaza like the plague for quite sometime—it always made me nervous in a sort of way I didn't understand, in that I would pulsate and vibrate differently, and more often times than not, was upset and concerned that I had yet to go to the top—a costly feat—nor could I afford to entertain or enjoy any of the amusements at the bottom—not that I wanted to, as the older I got, and especially the longer time spent in New York, the more off putting the public and large crowds were—particularly after a remarkably disgusting respiratory infection I caught on new years, battling a crowd which became impossible to move through at all—let alone see the ball drop—and I had learned my lesson, especially after The Macy's Day parade; the crowds in New York were disgustingly unbearable, and in order to get a good view of anything, you would have to arrive nearly a full day early, and simply camp—now I knew why people packed around collapsible lawn chairs on holiday weekends. I had been blindsided by Fallon towards the end of the Macy's day parade—I hadn't any clue at all that he apparentlyboarticipated annually, as it had been years since I had watched the parade myself with my parents—and still, it was iconic—I always wanted to go. Still, and even though I had only written very little of him up to that point, I found it disasterous that as his name was announced and the float which carried him and The Roots, the best late night band on Television, not by opinion, but by fact—as I had most recently been studying and researching as thoroughly as I could all of the late night hosts since the dawning of Television in preparation to write this pilot, The TV People, short handed to TVP—and just then I recalled a dream from the night before, about Pat Kirkpatrick—for the first time in the dream world, it wasn't Fallon at all, but Pat Kirkpatrick. I couldn't remember the dream, nor could I seemingly work myself out of the rut that had been the plateau in writing the show—the show itself was heavy, with so many characters, all of which each had been given detailed and specific personalities, livelihoods, and backgrounds—in fact, I hadn't written anything in such a way since college, with detail—actually, I had never written anything so detailed at all, so character oriented that the character analyses filled entire pages of documents with excruciating vividness, as if these people were real. Well, now they were—and Fallon was neither Patrick as I was Esha, and the story has taken its own form, still however birthing an incredibly awkward and romanticized fascination and near obsession with the TV people themselves—not that I would feed it to be so. I blocked out the news outlets, the media, the alrogithm's suggestions to watch bits and pieces of Fallon, though, however, I refused, and somehow, I didn't need it. Fearfully so, he was somewhere lodged deep somewhere inside of me—and I was even sort of embarrassed to have written some of the things I had of his essence, however prophetic it seemed to be, that for about a three week period between April and May, I seemed to have gone off into a trance of sorts, writing for hours and experiencing vivid visions of this show, The TV Prople, alongside writing The Festival Project ™ And all of its markers—there were so many worlds, so many ways throughout them—and now as I had realized, I had actually been writing about Fallon nearly as long as I had been writing about Sonny, but differently. I had never of course come face to face with Fallon as I had the latter—and still—found it somewhat nessecary to hide my face beneath a mask as his float passed my viewing spaf , an elevated view from the staircase of some church, which had happened to be perfect—and although I was certain it's not as if he was looking for or at me—I had just then been writing of this Cosmic Avenger, and hadn't any idea at the time of Fallon in reality having been an actual magician, and still— with cameras everywhere, and knowing even what I had written—I didn't want to be caught by any passing cameras with any sort of blush or worse—a smile on my face as the float passed— a smile which would flash my atrocious gap-tooth and crooked smile I was sure was permanent, by then having been in the homeless shelter nearly a year. As soon as his name was announced, I promptly pulled up my mask, hiding under my sunglasses. I had already been caught on camera earlier in the parade gawking at some float—now was not the time to be caught gawking again. He, like Rob Lowe seemed impeccably professional and well-rehearsed, like a cartoon character— he was, after all, kind of a cartoon character, however now, even if it was partly due to my own writing, I took him more seriously. There was a darkness about him— a sometimes glassy-eyed, almost scary darkness that told me, even a world away, not to fuck with this dude—some kind of animal or monster I was sure we both shared, however mine more the type and category of insatable and undernourished and his more peaking its head out in the form of a multi-millionaire network puppet, which housed an untamable powerhouse of musicianship, manhood, and wit— it's true, I was finally scared of him, knowing after all what the true tears of a clown could be, a dangerous man in a uniformed suit, the Everyman for the programmed masses, and the funny man with a jig to dance, a story to tell, and an indoor life— secret realm within I was sure no one knew. I fed the monster with respect to the home, happy wife, and children— I, after all, loved love, and only wanted it for myself, leaving alone the parts of a man I had found and was sure was broken enough to have left me puzzled and star studded rather than struck as I always was, tears welling up at the thought of it that something should be mended neither I or anything I was could not fix—I continued to write, however, knowing I was walking on glass barefoot and tiptoeing on eggshells around the mass media conglomerate of the network that stood between my feeble world and his, the higher ups— and beyond: it was, after all, a level system— and now with a beautifully decorated and fully apartment, besides my mattress on the floor instead of the space saving loft bed I had wanted—though it looked just right with the piano bench as a headboard, housing my crystals and new globe, plus a colorful collection of books I could crack open as I awoke to the morning light, no longer so early but increasingly later, as I shifted into the insomniatic habits of a true DJ and music producer, still writing and reading in the mornings, however— I had to wonder what level I was truly on. My apartment looked like a home. The decor was better than I could have imagined myself even, the tasteful furnishings and modern elegance shifting my reality— no longer an empty apartment, now a fashionable hub for art and creation. I assumed the cat would come along in the winter, with any hopes that I would finish my albums by then—and also looming over me— my last life, and the people in it struggling to call up to me in this very ascended realm, which I was lucky to inhabit. ‘Thank you God for your many blessings' My wishes it seemed, had been granted— magic did indeed seem real, and though I had an Amazon return packages and ready to go— there wasn't a time and place I could see myself as ready to even be near The Rock, some festering bulletwound in my heart, all that I had written, not just of Fallon, but of the rest of the people I had honored by word mark but had not yet the status or wealth to have ever known as human at all, but more products of the program; with intention, however, it was the path I had followed to be destined here somehow though small codes and doorways, signals and symbols which called to me and seemed only I could see—but were there in plain sight, and with the right eyes, had meant more than I ever dreamed anything could— open doors to a world I had indeed created myself, and in turn, the world in which I lived had also been created around me. I had to, in my mind, find the light inside all of whom I studied, to humanize myself—nurturing some fascination of fame and celebrity inside which still stood unanswered, the question of why and how one becomes so high up that without trying, that I might continue to find them in my mind's eye and in my world, on the outside, time after time. —tales of a superstar DJ. The men with the littlest dicks Drive the loudest bikes And they talk too much About nothing To no one The men with the littlest dicks Do the littlest things I call it niggardly Dispite the color Follow the leader To instill fear Within earshot The men with the littlest dicks Want the skinniest women The chicks who remind them of Innocence lost A childhood spent Getting boredom for freedom And allowences for doing nothing The men with the littlest dicks Do the littlest shit Like make everyone miserable Yes, it is a miserable existence, Never being wanted, however I should know better than this TINA FEY SON OF A BITCH. (Everyone's still drunk) What. Why, what happened? He got here before us. What?! How do you know? [pause] Okay. This weird detour is paying off in some kind of way— I'm still heavily obsessed with the fact that Johnny Carson referred to his weird drunken jacking off as “cranking it” ON TV. On something close to live television in like— The 80's Was it the 80's? I don't know, And apparently even Johnny Carson doesn't know, because he was “sauced”, So let's just go ahead and add that to the list of ghosts I have to track down for making me squeal like a little fucking schoolgirl. However, I'm half convinced, He's still around— Oh yes. I do believe these— THIS MAN— Oh, holy shit here it goes. HERE'S JOHNNY! Aw, fuck. I told you not do. What was I supposed to do—?! Not do it It was a blood oath— I told you— Mi had to do it. *shrugs* Well, now, you're fucked. STAY DOWN, MOTHERFUCKER. Ooh. This is gonna hurt. I swear to god, Every day of my life: I will KILL YOU YOU CANT KILL ME. AND EVERY DAY THAT YOU DO NOT DIE; I WILL JUST STAY DOWN, MOTHERFUCKER— DIE, MOTHERFUCKER— GO. TO. SLEEP. aaaaaGGGGHhHHHHHHHHHHHH. —I WILL KILL YOU . Don't give up! Seriously! Seriously, I got money on this.z Really? What. How much. Just $10. Oh. That's good Yeah, but it's the only cash I've had in months! I forgot what it was. I'm rich, Everything's cashless. Tickets! Get your tickets! Ze are cheaper here on ze black market. “The Black Market” How much for this one? $9 I'll take three. What the fuck is wrong with you? I WILL KILL YOU IN YOUR SLEEP. I'M A DJ, BITCH. I DONT SLEEP. Have you ever thought about . What you're gonna be— When you die? Yeah. I've been thinking about it a lot. Okay, what is it. I get three right? Right, yeah. A Superstar DJ. Okay, that's good. What else? A rockstar Okay, what else? A mom. That's it? Yeah, man. I die and gone to heaven, right? Right. So that's it. What's the wager? Four horses. Got it. What exactly brings you here to bargain? My fat and heavy nuts. No questions asked. —tales of a Supersrar DJ VO I didn't know he called back. I didn't even see the message. I feel like such a piece of shit. I am a piece of shit. Worthless. My eyes itch, My nose bleeds My heart hurts now, I'm all gone Dark on Mondays All gone Gone till Sunday All done I was never an good mother No Just a ghost with a gun I was never on top of the world, son Just under it Now I'm all out of something I can't put my hand on And I'm all out of love, No one wants me Imm washed up One hand on the guitar One foot in the door And one head in the oven I'm all done I'm all done My eye itches My nose bleeds The noose loosens, I fall down I'm so stuck on an old number I'm so lost that I'm found now. —I'm so sorry But no one else is Tie me to the bed And watch me bleed So full of disinterest and vinegar Remember to tie me to the crossword In the times tomorrow Four rainbows for your dumb luck A forced fuck from one goat The other still doesn't row well It's a long boat It's a long story It goes untold They all turn to the one who wants to hurt me In the long run Nobody will ever love me again So I'm told Might as well find a bottle of ferment To grow up in Swallow bottles of old wine With a sour tongue Unremarkable SHOUT! Defamed you, Heroism in the— Never hatred, but indifference, Circumstances. Circumcisions Misdirection, Big decisions Defense strategy? To exit— Just as quickly as it all begins to fade away Nearly as quickly as it started, Newfound freedom near the exit, After happenstance, Never afraid to admit to neglect Selected supplies, For fear of the eye Goddammit it, late night people Of course; when was it last you saw letterman on a surfboard? Almost never? Forget to fear them, The men in mirrors, The sharks in surfboards, The writer's block, over The rockstar on opioids Does it hurt anybody else this much to just stand here If Tweety's the Canarybird, When who am I to call myself a cat, Sylvester! The silver streaks in his hair, The glaze in his eyes The break in his heart The health of the hoax FUCK YOU FALLON I hope your ratings went up Just a bit Just a bit I hope you CRANK THIS Up in your car While I forgot about you I hope the peanut butter goes with the jelly The couch fits with the vision covers The cookies go with the coffee haven't mopped the floor yet, of course All out of Pablo santo For your information I just didn't make the grade Cause teacher hates me I still haven't found a mate With every amen I hate me Almost as much as I hate myself And I So I can't be God itself Cause I love that thing Alright? Amen! Can I have a can opener or three to set the record straight Can I scratch as fast as I sniff up every tear Every line of cocaine Every autograph? No you can't. Just know that my landlord has a thougsand bathrooms I can't find my hat, my gun— And where the fuck are the bananas CONAN O BRIEN EXCUSE MY FRENCH, BUT FUCK YOU, WOAAAAAH, CONAN! WOAH! WHAT DID I DO?! You— You fucked up the entire fucking ecosystem With CUMSLUTS! WHAT THE FUCK, BRO! Can you even SAY any of that?! I just did! Which network do you work for?! Where's Fallon at?! he's dead, bro! He's dead?! Yeah! For what?! I don't know. I just found out. Well. What happened. Someone shot him. Again?! Yeah, but like, way worse this time. So they finally got him, ah? No, he died of a heart attack. What! Then they shot him. What. That doesn't make sense. Nothing makes sense. This scene is running long. I thought so. DIRECTOR CUT. That was great. Thanks. Except—Conan. Yes? You're too tall. What? Next. Take I want you to try it— Like— Just the way you just did it— Uh huh But smaller: What do you mean? Like, less tall. Oh. Alright. BREAK FOR LUNCH. “The Everymans” 01 I'll know why soon I'm sure It hurts with every word You're sleeping on my floor I'm fuming in the north My foot goes through the door Where were you then, When the mystery ends When the miser's the minister, Mistral and instrumentalist Ah Magic; illusion Illustrious industry Interdependent television Radio signals, Satelites Entropy Trophy wives, Fight clubs Back at nine Nick at night Every time is every time Time is all you need, and Time is on your side, if You just follow me Reader's remorse Writer's digest Try to sit still for a moment, Take a lesson From your friends here So when, then should I trade my Brand new pants in for a suit The bird said The cat damaged (I can't yet) Can of soup to open, Oh yes Cambells is it? Warhol knows best 02 I thought I told you I don't want to Owe you Are you Over it Somebody once told me You were holy Somebody once told me To hold onto Somebody once said Turn the light off But I've been trying To buy fire Someone's in the box, God Someone once told me Someone let me out—God? Someone once told me Fuck it, I just want to hold you I don't want to own you I just want to Someone once told me Beware of you Someone else told me Be there for you Someone once told me The hair of dog Ought to get you along I got handfuls of songs With no worlds yet Someone once told me Someone once told me Someone once told me Someone once told me. Someone's in the box, God Someone once told me Someone let me out—God? Someone once told me Somebody once told me You were holy Somebody once told me To hold onto I thought I told you I don't want to Owe you Are you Over it 03 I'm a multidimensional wordsmith Sike! I'm a psychopath wrecking your whole home Won't you wound my womb? (I won't go ) Won't you hold onto my world? (Why won't you?) Sorry, I slipped on the mat this morning Stumbling over you Thought it was afternoon Don't want to give you The news, cause you wrote it all Causes for dollars Indifference, disasters, sons Why won't you hold me like you used to? Why don't I know the answers to the crosswords? Why don't you meet me at the crossroads with your— No, no, Don't do that Don't call it home To be continued Where were you this morning, When I stumbled in To love you? She said At the forefront of your honor's worth If all you are's a wordsmith, m god unlock you Pen and paper Gun in holster Officer, Pull down the trigger Don't want to give you The news, cause you wrote it all Causes for dollars Indifference, disasters, sons No, no, Don't do that Don't call it home To be continued Once upon a time, All my eyes were brown (The money, the power, the respect) Now those days are gone The world is still round (At least I thought) The misery set in again They said the lows would come I did hate Mondays, after all With no sun to come up And look forward to Fast forward— Did you ever see that? Well, that is technically the back door. I almost forgot about that place. That's because it doesn't exist. It had to exist. Now I've seen it at least twice Hey! How'd you do that. Christ, he is a magician Oh yeah, Cosmos factory. They said the lows were coming. Maybe I needed them to finish that thing— I swear I missed Something The ghost (The other one, anyway) Dillon was a ghost, once No, ghost was the ghost, but we were —close. Good friends. Imaginary friends. Anyway. Fuck this nonsense. Nonsense, is it Just— Don't make me slit my wrists again. I remembered this day for something Wonder what. Maybe nothing I hate Mondays Guess this is the job, This is the job, I was wondering about the suit. So, are you a parrot, a puppet, or a mimick. I swear to god that's him. Good, Now I don't ever have to watch him. Oh shit, Fuck this playlist Are you sure “saved by the cowbell” God, I feel like shit, And I shouldn't be hungry But I'm starving inside For some loving Someone help me Somebody, something I'm suffering, suffocating Need him, Reeling, Reading Sinking, Feeling —but shouldn't be crying. I digress, however It was an interesting Day to digest God, I forgot about this— A whole soundtrack Jesus Christ, Bring it back; I like who your wife is —would you write that? Would you admit to dying on the cross once? Would you admit to admiring Ms, Robinson Would you wash out the Robin in Williams Look at Carson I defect to default Cracked asfault, to decadence Desire or what have you I haven't, I promise I would not admit to wanting, Something like a cupcake Something else is in there Figure it out Danger The five pointer approaches With heroic intolerance Suddenly, it's gone, God Mustn't be the Republicans, For the most part, I would want that For fear of the liberals, And my rent controlled apartment I've got two thumbs, too, You know I've got Jews up my ass for the asking I've got mom up my spine for the others Fucking assholes —so this is what it means to be married to the music, huh No one to really hold you, But I told you, I've got golden globes and Oscars Every morning Motorcycles for the morons I've got daughters for your doorknobs —Know you're sorry now Catch the drum pattern Your heart should stop fluttering With butter on it Weren't we all once prostitutes In foster care The others wouldn't dare To call a fountain out For the fountains— Busy training you Safe to say a savior says I do, And then doesn't For the most part I'm a woman With the wants And the body of a God FUCKING WATCH IT, CARSON but you got that all on a card, love. All on a card, fuck. What was your wish, You dumb motherfucker? Look what I got the other ones. Hi Cosmo. Hi Wanda. Awww. I love them. Dead drunk by tomorrow I hope, I choke on sunsets. He keeps taking you away someplace, Where is it? Does nobody else know this place? No. Nobody else can see this! Well, that's fucked up. I had a dream I was at your wake. That would be great. I wrote a scene where your obituary just said “lol” “lol” What! That's it?! Yeah. And It's not even capitalized! That's it, I've had enough. Throw the whole world away. What. just throw it away. Damn dog, You okay? No. I'm homeless. That's okay. You smell like a whole ass alien. What? Come to my place. I figured this would have more depth. I— Nevermind. It is, like torture, you know— this thing. I didn't do it on purpose. get oFF of me. getawayfromme. Okay, I'm taking my bread out of the freezer. You sure are eating a lot today . You sure are sounding like a pain in my big, fat, ass. I— That ought to shut you up. Look! CUMSLUTS! NICE. Get off of my boat. What. Aye-aye, captain. (Duck dives) Wait. What just happened? Mi think I might have— Great, Now there are things about this— I can't even write. This secret dies with me. Kill that bitch. Fucking great. So, Where were you on 9/11 again? I'll deal with this later. I gotta go. Wait, where are you going? Fuck you, that's where. Wait! If you saw me hanging from the rafters Would you ahoot to kill Or come to shoot me down? At long last, Disaster Are there tears in your denial As the memorandum sets in? Neither there or neither farther am I Father, Can you call again? I haven't heard you yet Besides the heart drops When the beat falls out If I hang myself Like pendulum From the old bank walls Would you watch me swing Or come to cut me down Don't doubt the alter If it were the birds Coming for the crumbs Would you ponder any longer Whether they were all of one feather Come now Don't doubt the alter Don't fear the weapons Don't worry, mother I'm coming to kill you Uh, I'm gonna wait on dinner. FUCK, What the fuck was I saying? FUCK. I hate this dude. FUCK. Come on, you stupid —biiitch! I hate this dragon. Almost as much as I hate— You know what? What? Forget it. I'm not doing this. What why not!? I'm gonna get killed for this. You're in the Illuminati; you're gonna get killed anyway. Yeah, but not for this! Let's hope! Who know, though! UGH; SHUT UP. GET IN HERE. I hate the sound of your name Like an unheard whisper Unanswered I could never call to A cavern Righteous, Unwanted What was is, though. Something about a wheelbarrow' I just went surfing Hit the surface from underwater Shook out the slumber What was it worth, God? What were the words for? Fuck, A shapeshifter and a telepath? How many people have that? Not that many. How many people know about this? Enough. FUCK. Oh, look whose swearing. I solemnly swear— Don't tell NOBODY. I ain't telling nobody about this. Good. Now get out. I'm gonna kill this sonofabitch. SON OF A—BITCH. That's it. Kill him. Where's my gun? Did you check the fridge? No. [THE IMPENETRABLE TEN ENTER the KITCHEN] What?! All ten of them?! I fucking guess. —but DANE COOK *kicking down door* FUCK! Goddammit it We missed her. OR—him. Her? Him? I don't know. JESUS FUCKING CHRIST What is it? It's a pilot! Oh shit, should I shoot him? Not a helicopter pilot! A TV pilot, For what?! Tv is dead. Streaming is where its out, It's for me! I'm in it! Oh! What! Let me see. (In the fridge) …what is this? [from the bedroom/studio] Hey you guys! What. What happened? What's up! YOU SHOULD SEE THIS. Love is not blind, And neither am I It's like that sometimes, always Tip of the tongue, The art of the lie, It's like that sometimes, Always A tale of all tales A sign of the times It's like that always, sometimes I forgot to forget I saw you; I forgot to forget I know you I forgot to forget I love you I forgot to forgive, I want you Shut the door, Let the lights turn off Turn the page —till the sun comes up Something real Something wrong I forgot Something strange Something weird I'm in love Write the song Love is not blind, And neither am I It's like that sometimes, always Tip of the tongue, The art of the lie, It's like that sometimes, Always A tale of all tales A sign of the times It's like that always, sometimes I forgot to forget I saw you; I forgot to forget I know you I forgot to forget I love you I forgot to forgive, I want you Shut the door, Let the lights turn off Turn the page —till the sun comes up Something real Something wrong I forgot Up is up Down is down Right is right Wrong is wrong Black is white Dark is light Right is wrong I love you My house is normal now, With a table and chairs But I don't call it home Cause I know They'll throw me to the curb Leave in in the road Like the animal I am You don't know what the world does When she's off work You don't know how the world acts When she's off her axis It's okay to take hiatus Instead of medication It's okay to call the cops on motorcycle It's okay to die Before you see your son When Sunday comes Just call your mom on Monday Doctor visits EMTs and emergencies Epics and Epochs Long lost love songs to god And Cardinal Directions Reflections in mirrors Table toppers for all the dramas All the months you lost On muttered mantras {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2019-2024 | THE COMPLEX COLLECTIVE. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū.

“The New Adventures of Old Supacree” This is not what I intentioned. Well, what had you intentioned, dammit , how do you spell her name? Spell it? I can barely say it! “C'cx– WRONG. How would you say this name. Axel? Thas' a stupid name Not for a Rockstar. That's already a rockstar Is it? Whatever, man. The Rock must have been buzzing in some sort of special way on this day; because for some reason, I couldn't stop thinking about it. I had finally rearranged the remainder of my seemingly new surroundings— the miniature Keurig— a status symbol, of course— looked handsome on the work desk— the cat tree seemed to match, though with no actual feesible monetary income,, no actual cat, and no end in sight— the tree itself would have to be enough to lift my spirits. It was a nice cat tree, almost untouched and looking very brand new— though the couch had a few scratches, though easily hidden with the decorative use of a couple throws—at least I had a couch, and all that was left to accomplish before fully enjoying was to arrange an order of Febreeze to rid it of its previous owner's dandruff smell, and general mismanagement—besides that, it was itself almost brand new as well, and it seemed a strange new world to wake up in, after sleeping in a nearly empty apartment for 6 months; there was 6 months left in my lease, and I was getting nervous that they would try to push me out—hopefully I would find someplace better, or at the very least higher up—with the same amenities intact. Still, I was working as diligently as in could on organizing—at least the recordings, to put together the next group of projects as quickly as I could— nevermind the writing—and there was so, so much of it, I hadn't a clue what to do. I had been avoiding Rockefeller Plaza like the plague for quite sometime—it always made me nervous in a sort of way I didn't understand, in that I would pulsate and vibrate differently, and more often times than not, was upset and concerned that I had yet to go to the top—a costly feat—nor could I afford to entertain or enjoy any of the amusements at the bottom—not that I wanted to, as the older I got, and especially the longer time spent in New York, the more off putting the public and large crowds were—particularly after a remarkably disgusting respiratory infection I caught on new years, battling a crowd which became impossible to move through at all—let alone see the ball drop—and I had learned my lesson, especially after The Macy's Day parade; the crowds in New York were disgustingly unbearable, and in order to get a good view of anything, you would have to arrive nearly a full day early, and simply camp—now I knew why people packed around collapsible lawn chairs on holiday weekends. I had been blindsided by Fallon towards the end of the Macy's day parade—I hadn't any clue at all that he apparentlyboarticipated annually, as it had been years since I had watched the parade myself with my parents—and still, it was iconic—I always wanted to go. Still, and even though I had only written very little of him up to that point, I found it disasterous that as his name was announced and the float which carried him and The Roots, the best late night band on Television, not by opinion, but by fact—as I had most recently been studying and researching as thoroughly as I could all of the late night hosts since the dawning of Television in preparation to write this pilot, The TV People, short handed to TVP—and just then I recalled a dream from the night before, about Pat Kirkpatrick—for the first time in the dream world, it wasn't Fallon at all, but Pat Kirkpatrick. I couldn't remember the dream, nor could I seemingly work myself out of the rut that had been the plateau in writing the show—the show itself was heavy, with so many characters, all of which each had been given detailed and specific personalities, livelihoods, and backgrounds—in fact, I hadn't written anything in such a way since college, with detail—actually, I had never written anything so detailed at all, so character oriented that the character analyses filled entire pages of documents with excruciating vividness, as if these people were real. Well, now they were—and Fallon was neither Patrick as I was Esha, and the story has taken its own form, still however birthing an incredibly awkward and romanticized fascination and near obsession with the TV people themselves—not that I would feed it to be so. I blocked out the news outlets, the media, the alrogithm's suggestions to watch bits and pieces of Fallon, though, however, I refused, and somehow, I didn't need it. Fearfully so, he was somewhere lodged deep somewhere inside of me—and I was even sort of embarrassed to have written some of the things I had of his essence, however prophetic it seemed to be, that for about a three week period between April and May, I seemed to have gone off into a trance of sorts, writing for hours and experiencing vivid visions of this show, The TV Prople, alongside writing The Festival Project ™ And all of its markers—there were so many worlds, so many ways throughout them—and now as I had realized, I had actually been writing about Fallon nearly as long as I had been writing about Sonny, but differently. I had never of course come face to face with Fallon as I had the latter—and still—found it somewhat nessecary to hide my face beneath a mask as his float passed my viewing spaf , an elevated view from the staircase of some church, which had happened to be perfect—and although I was certain it's not as if he was looking for or at me—I had just then been writing of this Cosmic Avenger, and hadn't any idea at the time of Fallon in reality having been an actual magician, and still— with cameras everywhere, and knowing even what I had written—I didn't want to be caught by any passing cameras with any sort of blush or worse—a smile on my face as the float passed— a smile which would flash my atrocious gap-tooth and crooked smile I was sure was permanent, by then having been in the homeless shelter nearly a year. As soon as his name was announced, I promptly pulled up my mask, hiding under my sunglasses. I had already been caught on camera earlier in the parade gawking at some float—now was not the time to be caught gawking again. He, like Rob Lowe seemed impeccably professional and well-rehearsed, like a cartoon character— he was, after all, kind of a cartoon character, however now, even if it was partly due to my own writing, I took him more seriously. There was a darkness about him— a sometimes glassy-eyed, almost scary darkness that told me, even a world away, not to fuck with this dude—some kind of animal or monster I was sure we both shared, however mine more the type and category of insatable and undernourished and his more peaking its head out in the form of a multi-millionaire network puppet, which housed an untamable powerhouse of musicianship, manhood, and wit— it's true, I was finally scared of him, knowing after all what the true tears of a clown could be, a dangerous man in a uniformed suit, the Everyman for the programmed masses, and the funny man with a jig to dance, a story to tell, and an indoor life— secret realm within I was sure no one knew. I fed the monster with respect to the home, happy wife, and children— I, after all, loved love, and only wanted it for myself, leaving alone the parts of a man I had found and was sure was broken enough to have left me puzzled and star studded rather than struck as I always was, tears welling up at the thought of it that something should be mended neither I or anything I was could not fix—I continued to write, however, knowing I was walking on glass barefoot and tiptoeing on eggshells around the mass media conglomerate of the network that stood between my feeble world and his, the higher ups— and beyond: it was, after all, a level system— and now with a beautifully decorated and fully apartment, besides my mattress on the floor instead of the space saving loft bed I had wanted—though it looked just right with the piano bench as a headboard, housing my crystals and new globe, plus a colorful collection of books I could crack open as I awoke to the morning light, no longer so early but increasingly later, as I shifted into the insomniatic habits of a true DJ and music producer, still writing and reading in the mornings, however— I had to wonder what level I was truly on. My apartment looked like a home. The decor was better than I could have imagined myself even, the tasteful furnishings and modern elegance shifting my reality— no longer an empty apartment, now a fashionable hub for art and creation. I assumed the cat would come along in the winter, with any hopes that I would finish my albums by then—and also looming over me— my last life, and the people in it struggling to call up to me in this very ascended realm, which I was lucky to inhabit. ‘Thank you God for your many blessings' My wishes it seemed, had been granted— magic did indeed seem real, and though I had an Amazon return packages and ready to go— there wasn't a time and place I could see myself as ready to even be near The Rock, some festering bulletwound in my heart, all that I had written, not just of Fallon, but of the rest of the people I had honored by word mark but had not yet the status or wealth to have ever known as human at all, but more products of the program; with intention, however, it was the path I had followed to be destined here somehow though small codes and doorways, signals and symbols which called to me and seemed only I could see—but were there in plain sight, and with the right eyes, had meant more than I ever dreamed anything could— open doors to a world I had indeed created myself, and in turn, the world in which I lived had also been created around me. I had to, in my mind, find the light inside all of whom I studied, to humanize myself—nurturing some fascination of fame and celebrity inside which still stood unanswered, the question of why and how one becomes so high up that without trying, that I might continue to find them in my mind's eye and in my world, on the outside, time after time. —tales of a superstar DJ. The men with the littlest dicks Drive the loudest bikes And they talk too much About nothing To no one The men with the littlest dicks Do the littlest things I call it niggardly Dispite the color Follow the leader To instill fear Within earshot The men with the littlest dicks Want the skinniest women The chicks who remind them of Innocence lost A childhood spent Getting boredom for freedom And allowences for doing nothing The men with the littlest dicks Do the littlest shit Like make everyone miserable Yes, it is a miserable existence, Never being wanted, however I should know better than this TINA FEY SON OF A BITCH. (Everyone's still drunk) What. Why, what happened? He got here before us. What?! How do you know? [pause] Okay. This weird detour is paying off in some kind of way— I'm still heavily obsessed with the fact that Johnny Carson referred to his weird drunken jacking off as “cranking it” ON TV. On something close to live television in like— The 80's Was it the 80's? I don't know, And apparently even Johnny Carson doesn't know, because he was “sauced”, So let's just go ahead and add that to the list of ghosts I have to track down for making me squeal like a little fucking schoolgirl. However, I'm half convinced, He's still around— Oh yes. I do believe these— THIS MAN— Oh, holy shit here it goes. HERE'S JOHNNY! Aw, fuck. I told you not do. What was I supposed to do—?! Not do it It was a blood oath— I told you— Mi had to do it. *shrugs* Well, now, you're fucked. STAY DOWN, MOTHERFUCKER. Ooh. This is gonna hurt. I swear to god, Every day of my life: I will KILL YOU YOU CANT KILL ME. AND EVERY DAY THAT YOU DO NOT DIE; I WILL JUST STAY DOWN, MOTHERFUCKER— DIE, MOTHERFUCKER— GO. TO. SLEEP. aaaaaGGGGHhHHHHHHHHHHHH. —I WILL KILL YOU . Don't give up! Seriously! Seriously, I got money on this.z Really? What. How much. Just $10. Oh. That's good Yeah, but it's the only cash I've had in months! I forgot what it was. I'm rich, Everything's cashless. Tickets! Get your tickets! Ze are cheaper here on ze black market. “The Black Market” How much for this one? $9 I'll take three. What the fuck is wrong with you? I WILL KILL YOU IN YOUR SLEEP. I'M A DJ, BITCH. I DONT SLEEP. Have you ever thought about . What you're gonna be— When you die? Yeah. I've been thinking about it a lot. Okay, what is it. I get three right? Right, yeah. A Superstar DJ. Okay, that's good. What else? A rockstar Okay, what else? A mom. That's it? Yeah, man. I die and gone to heaven, right? Right. So that's it. What's the wager? Four horses. Got it. What exactly brings you here to bargain? My fat and heavy nuts. No questions asked. —tales of a Supersrar DJ VO I didn't know he called back. I didn't even see the message. I feel like such a piece of shit. I am a piece of shit. Worthless. My eyes itch, My nose bleeds My heart hurts now, I'm all gone Dark on Mondays All gone Gone till Sunday All done I was never an good mother No Just a ghost with a gun I was never on top of the world, son Just under it Now I'm all out of something I can't put my hand on And I'm all out of love, No one wants me Imm washed up One hand on the guitar One foot in the door And one head in the oven I'm all done I'm all done My eye itches My nose bleeds The noose loosens, I fall down I'm so stuck on an old number I'm so lost that I'm found now. —I'm so sorry But no one else is Tie me to the bed And watch me bleed So full of disinterest and vinegar Remember to tie me to the crossword In the times tomorrow Four rainbows for your dumb luck A forced fuck from one goat The other still doesn't row well It's a long boat It's a long story It goes untold They all turn to the one who wants to hurt me In the long run Nobody will ever love me again So I'm told Might as well find a bottle of ferment To grow up in Swallow bottles of old wine With a sour tongue Unremarkable SHOUT! Defamed you, Heroism in the— Never hatred, but indifference, Circumstances. Circumcisions Misdirection, Big decisions Defense strategy? To exit— Just as quickly as it all begins to fade away Nearly as quickly as it started, Newfound freedom near the exit, After happenstance, Never afraid to admit to neglect Selected supplies, For fear of the eye Goddammit it, late night people Of course; when was it last you saw letterman on a surfboard? Almost never? Forget to fear them, The men in mirrors, The sharks in surfboards, The writer's block, over The rockstar on opioids Does it hurt anybody else this much to just stand here If Tweety's the Canarybird, When who am I to call myself a cat, Sylvester! The silver streaks in his hair, The glaze in his eyes The break in his heart The health of the hoax FUCK YOU FALLON I hope your ratings went up Just a bit Just a bit I hope you CRANK THIS Up in your car While I forgot about you I hope the peanut butter goes with the jelly The couch fits with the vision covers The cookies go with the coffee haven't mopped the floor yet, of course All out of Pablo santo For your information I just didn't make the grade Cause teacher hates me I still haven't found a mate With every amen I hate me Almost as much as I hate myself And I So I can't be God itself Cause I love that thing Alright? Amen! Can I have a can opener or three to set the record straight Can I scratch as fast as I sniff up every tear Every line of cocaine Every autograph? No you can't. Just know that my landlord has a thougsand bathrooms I can't find my hat, my gun— And where the fuck are the bananas CONAN O BRIEN EXCUSE MY FRENCH, BUT FUCK YOU, WOAAAAAH, CONAN! WOAH! WHAT DID I DO?! You— You fucked up the entire fucking ecosystem With CUMSLUTS! WHAT THE FUCK, BRO! Can you even SAY any of that?! I just did! Which network do you work for?! Where's Fallon at?! he's dead, bro! He's dead?! Yeah! For what?! I don't know. I just found out. Well. What happened. Someone shot him. Again?! Yeah, but like, way worse this time. So they finally got him, ah? No, he died of a heart attack. What! Then they shot him. What. That doesn't make sense. Nothing makes sense. This scene is running long. I thought so. DIRECTOR CUT. That was great. Thanks. Except—Conan. Yes? You're too tall. What? Next. Take I want you to try it— Like— Just the way you just did it— Uh huh But smaller: What do you mean? Like, less tall. Oh. Alright. BREAK FOR LUNCH. “The Everymans” 01 I'll know why soon I'm sure It hurts with every word You're sleeping on my floor I'm fuming in the north My foot goes through the door Where were you then, When the mystery ends When the miser's the minister, Mistral and instrumentalist Ah Magic; illusion Illustrious industry Interdependent television Radio signals, Satelites Entropy Trophy wives, Fight clubs Back at nine Nick at night Every time is every time Time is all you need, and Time is on your side, if You just follow me Reader's remorse Writer's digest Try to sit still for a moment, Take a lesson From your friends here So when, then should I trade my Brand new pants in for a suit The bird said The cat damaged (I can't yet) Can of soup to open, Oh yes Cambells is it? Warhol knows best 02 I thought I told you I don't want to Owe you Are you Over it Somebody once told me You were holy Somebody once told me To hold onto Somebody once said Turn the light off But I've been trying To buy fire Someone's in the box, God Someone once told me Someone let me out—God? Someone once told me Fuck it, I just want to hold you I don't want to own you I just want to Someone once told me Beware of you Someone else told me Be there for you Someone once told me The hair of dog Ought to get you along I got handfuls of songs With no worlds yet Someone once told me Someone once told me Someone once told me Someone once told me. Someone's in the box, God Someone once told me Someone let me out—God? Someone once told me Somebody once told me You were holy Somebody once told me To hold onto I thought I told you I don't want to Owe you Are you Over it 03 I'm a multidimensional wordsmith Sike! I'm a psychopath wrecking your whole home Won't you wound my womb? (I won't go ) Won't you hold onto my world? (Why won't you?) Sorry, I slipped on the mat this morning Stumbling over you Thought it was afternoon Don't want to give you The news, cause you wrote it all Causes for dollars Indifference, disasters, sons Why won't you hold me like you used to? Why don't I know the answers to the crosswords? Why don't you meet me at the crossroads with your— No, no, Don't do that Don't call it home To be continued Where were you this morning, When I stumbled in To love you? She said At the forefront of your honor's worth If all you are's a wordsmith, m god unlock you Pen and paper Gun in holster Officer, Pull down the trigger Don't want to give you The news, cause you wrote it all Causes for dollars Indifference, disasters, sons No, no, Don't do that Don't call it home To be continued Once upon a time, All my eyes were brown (The money, the power, the respect) Now those days are gone The world is still round (At least I thought) The misery set in again They said the lows would come I did hate Mondays, after all With no sun to come up And look forward to Fast forward— Did you ever see that? Well, that is technically the back door. I almost forgot about that place. That's because it doesn't exist. It had to exist. Now I've seen it at least twice Hey! How'd you do that. Christ, he is a magician Oh yeah, Cosmos factory. They said the lows were coming. Maybe I needed them to finish that thing— I swear I missed Something The ghost (The other one, anyway) Dillon was a ghost, once No, ghost was the ghost, but we were —close. Good friends. Imaginary friends. Anyway. Fuck this nonsense. Nonsense, is it Just— Don't make me slit my wrists again. I remembered this day for something Wonder what. Maybe nothing I hate Mondays Guess this is the job, This is the job, I was wondering about the suit. So, are you a parrot, a puppet, or a mimick. I swear to god that's him. Good, Now I don't ever have to watch him. Oh shit, Fuck this playlist Are you sure “saved by the cowbell” God, I feel like shit, And I shouldn't be hungry But I'm starving inside For some loving Someone help me Somebody, something I'm suffering, suffocating Need him, Reeling, Reading Sinking, Feeling —but shouldn't be crying. I digress, however It was an interesting Day to digest God, I forgot about this— A whole soundtrack Jesus Christ, Bring it back; I like who your wife is —would you write that? Would you admit to dying on the cross once? Would you admit to admiring Ms, Robinson Would you wash out the Robin in Williams Look at Carson I defect to default Cracked asfault, to decadence Desire or what have you I haven't, I promise I would not admit to wanting, Something like a cupcake Something else is in there Figure it out Danger The five pointer approaches With heroic intolerance Suddenly, it's gone, God Mustn't be the Republicans, For the most part, I would want that For fear of the liberals, And my rent controlled apartment I've got two thumbs, too, You know I've got Jews up my ass for the asking I've got mom up my spine for the others Fucking assholes —so this is what it means to be married to the music, huh No one to really hold you, But I told you, I've got golden globes and Oscars Every morning Motorcycles for the morons I've got daughters for your doorknobs —Know you're sorry now Catch the drum pattern Your heart should stop fluttering With butter on it Weren't we all once prostitutes In foster care The others wouldn't dare To call a fountain out For the fountains— Busy training you Safe to say a savior says I do, And then doesn't For the most part I'm a woman With the wants And the body of a God FUCKING WATCH IT, CARSON but you got that all on a card, love. All on a card, fuck. What was your wish, You dumb motherfucker? Look what I got the other ones. Hi Cosmo. Hi Wanda. Awww. I love them. Dead drunk by tomorrow I hope, I choke on sunsets. He keeps taking you away someplace, Where is it? Does nobody else know this place? No. Nobody else can see this! Well, that's fucked up. I had a dream I was at your wake. That would be great. I wrote a scene where your obituary just said “lol” “lol” What! That's it?! Yeah. And It's not even capitalized! That's it, I've had enough. Throw the whole world away. What. just throw it away. Damn dog, You okay? No. I'm homeless. That's okay. You smell like a whole ass alien. What? Come to my place. I figured this would have more depth. I— Nevermind. It is, like torture, you know— this thing. I didn't do it on purpose. get oFF of me. getawayfromme. Okay, I'm taking my bread out of the freezer. You sure are eating a lot today . You sure are sounding like a pain in my big, fat, ass. I— That ought to shut you up. Look! CUMSLUTS! NICE. Get off of my boat. What. Aye-aye, captain. (Duck dives) Wait. What just happened? Mi think I might have— Great, Now there are things about this— I can't even write. This secret dies with me. Kill that bitch. Fucking great. So, Where were you on 9/11 again? I'll deal with this later. I gotta go. Wait, where are you going? Fuck you, that's where. Wait! If you saw me hanging from the rafters Would you ahoot to kill Or come to shoot me down? At long last, Disaster Are there tears in your denial As the memorandum sets in? Neither there or neither farther am I Father, Can you call again? I haven't heard you yet Besides the heart drops When the beat falls out If I hang myself Like pendulum From the old bank walls Would you watch me swing Or come to cut me down Don't doubt the alter If it were the birds Coming for the crumbs Would you ponder any longer Whether they were all of one feather Come now Don't doubt the alter Don't fear the weapons Don't worry, mother I'm coming to kill you Uh, I'm gonna wait on dinner. FUCK, What the fuck was I saying? FUCK. I hate this dude. FUCK. Come on, you stupid —biiitch! I hate this dragon. Almost as much as I hate— You know what? What? Forget it. I'm not doing this. What why not!? I'm gonna get killed for this. You're in the Illuminati; you're gonna get killed anyway. Yeah, but not for this! Let's hope! Who know, though! UGH; SHUT UP. GET IN HERE. I hate the sound of your name Like an unheard whisper Unanswered I could never call to A cavern Righteous, Unwanted What was is, though. Something about a wheelbarrow' I just went surfing Hit the surface from underwater Shook out the slumber What was it worth, God? What were the words for? Fuck, A shapeshifter and a telepath? How many people have that? Not that many. How many people know about this? Enough. FUCK. Oh, look whose swearing. I solemnly swear— Don't tell NOBODY. I ain't telling nobody about this. Good. Now get out. I'm gonna kill this sonofabitch. SON OF A—BITCH. That's it. Kill him. Where's my gun? Did you check the fridge? No. [THE IMPENETRABLE TEN ENTER the KITCHEN] What?! All ten of them?! I fucking guess. —but DANE COOK *kicking down door* FUCK! Goddammit it We missed her. OR—him. Her? Him? I don't know. JESUS FUCKING CHRIST What is it? It's a pilot! Oh shit, should I shoot him? Not a helicopter pilot! A TV pilot, For what?! Tv is dead. Streaming is where its out, It's for me! I'm in it! Oh! What! Let me see. (In the fridge) …what is this? [from the bedroom/studio] Hey you guys! What. What happened? What's up! YOU SHOULD SEE THIS. Love is not blind, And neither am I It's like that sometimes, always Tip of the tongue, The art of the lie, It's like that sometimes, Always A tale of all tales A sign of the times It's like that always, sometimes I forgot to forget I saw you; I forgot to forget I know you I forgot to forget I love you I forgot to forgive, I want you Shut the door, Let the lights turn off Turn the page —till the sun comes up Something real Something wrong I forgot Something strange Something weird I'm in love Write the song Love is not blind, And neither am I It's like that sometimes, always Tip of the tongue, The art of the lie, It's like that sometimes, Always A tale of all tales A sign of the times It's like that always, sometimes I forgot to forget I saw you; I forgot to forget I know you I forgot to forget I love you I forgot to forgive, I want you Shut the door, Let the lights turn off Turn the page —till the sun comes up Something real Something wrong I forgot Up is up Down is down Right is right Wrong is wrong Black is white Dark is light Right is wrong I love you My house is normal now, With a table and chairs But I don't call it home Cause I know They'll throw me to the curb Leave in in the road Like the animal I am You don't know what the world does When she's off work You don't know how the world acts When she's off her axis It's okay to take hiatus Instead of medication It's okay to call the cops on motorcycle It's okay to die Before you see your son When Sunday comes Just call your mom on Monday Doctor visits EMTs and emergencies Epics and Epochs Long lost love songs to god And Cardinal Directions Reflections in mirrors Table toppers for all the dramas All the months you lost On muttered mantras {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2019-2024 | THE COMPLEX COLLECTIVE. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū.

“The New Adventures of Old Supacree” This is not what I intentioned. Well, what had you intentioned, dammit , how do you spell her name? Spell it? I can barely say it! “C'cx– WRONG. How would you say this name. Axel? Thas' a stupid name Not for a Rockstar. That's already a rockstar Is it? Whatever, man. The Rock must have been buzzing in some sort of special way on this day; because for some reason, I couldn't stop thinking about it. I had finally rearranged the remainder of my seemingly new surroundings— the miniature Keurig— a status symbol, of course— looked handsome on the work desk— the cat tree seemed to match, though with no actual feesible monetary income,, no actual cat, and no end in sight— the tree itself would have to be enough to lift my spirits. It was a nice cat tree, almost untouched and looking very brand new— though the couch had a few scratches, though easily hidden with the decorative use of a couple throws—at least I had a couch, and all that was left to accomplish before fully enjoying was to arrange an order of Febreeze to rid it of its previous owner's dandruff smell, and general mismanagement—besides that, it was itself almost brand new as well, and it seemed a strange new world to wake up in, after sleeping in a nearly empty apartment for 6 months; there was 6 months left in my lease, and I was getting nervous that they would try to push me out—hopefully I would find someplace better, or at the very least higher up—with the same amenities intact. Still, I was working as diligently as in could on organizing—at least the recordings, to put together the next group of projects as quickly as I could— nevermind the writing—and there was so, so much of it, I hadn't a clue what to do. I had been avoiding Rockefeller Plaza like the plague for quite sometime—it always made me nervous in a sort of way I didn't understand, in that I would pulsate and vibrate differently, and more often times than not, was upset and concerned that I had yet to go to the top—a costly feat—nor could I afford to entertain or enjoy any of the amusements at the bottom—not that I wanted to, as the older I got, and especially the longer time spent in New York, the more off putting the public and large crowds were—particularly after a remarkably disgusting respiratory infection I caught on new years, battling a crowd which became impossible to move through at all—let alone see the ball drop—and I had learned my lesson, especially after The Macy's Day parade; the crowds in New York were disgustingly unbearable, and in order to get a good view of anything, you would have to arrive nearly a full day early, and simply camp—now I knew why people packed around collapsible lawn chairs on holiday weekends. I had been blindsided by Fallon towards the end of the Macy's day parade—I hadn't any clue at all that he apparentlyboarticipated annually, as it had been years since I had watched the parade myself with my parents—and still, it was iconic—I always wanted to go. Still, and even though I had only written very little of him up to that point, I found it disasterous that as his name was announced and the float which carried him and The Roots, the best late night band on Television, not by opinion, but by fact—as I had most recently been studying and researching as thoroughly as I could all of the late night hosts since the dawning of Television in preparation to write this pilot, The TV People, short handed to TVP—and just then I recalled a dream from the night before, about Pat Kirkpatrick—for the first time in the dream world, it wasn't Fallon at all, but Pat Kirkpatrick. I couldn't remember the dream, nor could I seemingly work myself out of the rut that had been the plateau in writing the show—the show itself was heavy, with so many characters, all of which each had been given detailed and specific personalities, livelihoods, and backgrounds—in fact, I hadn't written anything in such a way since college, with detail—actually, I had never written anything so detailed at all, so character oriented that the character analyses filled entire pages of documents with excruciating vividness, as if these people were real. Well, now they were—and Fallon was neither Patrick as I was Esha, and the story has taken its own form, still however birthing an incredibly awkward and romanticized fascination and near obsession with the TV people themselves—not that I would feed it to be so. I blocked out the news outlets, the media, the alrogithm's suggestions to watch bits and pieces of Fallon, though, however, I refused, and somehow, I didn't need it. Fearfully so, he was somewhere lodged deep somewhere inside of me—and I was even sort of embarrassed to have written some of the things I had of his essence, however prophetic it seemed to be, that for about a three week period between April and May, I seemed to have gone off into a trance of sorts, writing for hours and experiencing vivid visions of this show, The TV Prople, alongside writing The Festival Project ™ And all of its markers—there were so many worlds, so many ways throughout them—and now as I had realized, I had actually been writing about Fallon nearly as long as I had been writing about Sonny, but differently. I had never of course come face to face with Fallon as I had the latter—and still—found it somewhat nessecary to hide my face beneath a mask as his float passed my viewing spaf , an elevated view from the staircase of some church, which had happened to be perfect—and although I was certain it's not as if he was looking for or at me—I had just then been writing of this Cosmic Avenger, and hadn't any idea at the time of Fallon in reality having been an actual magician, and still— with cameras everywhere, and knowing even what I had written—I didn't want to be caught by any passing cameras with any sort of blush or worse—a smile on my face as the float passed— a smile which would flash my atrocious gap-tooth and crooked smile I was sure was permanent, by then having been in the homeless shelter nearly a year. As soon as his name was announced, I promptly pulled up my mask, hiding under my sunglasses. I had already been caught on camera earlier in the parade gawking at some float—now was not the time to be caught gawking again. He, like Rob Lowe seemed impeccably professional and well-rehearsed, like a cartoon character— he was, after all, kind of a cartoon character, however now, even if it was partly due to my own writing, I took him more seriously. There was a darkness about him— a sometimes glassy-eyed, almost scary darkness that told me, even a world away, not to fuck with this dude—some kind of animal or monster I was sure we both shared, however mine more the type and category of insatable and undernourished and his more peaking its head out in the form of a multi-millionaire network puppet, which housed an untamable powerhouse of musicianship, manhood, and wit— it's true, I was finally scared of him, knowing after all what the true tears of a clown could be, a dangerous man in a uniformed suit, the Everyman for the programmed masses, and the funny man with a jig to dance, a story to tell, and an indoor life— secret realm within I was sure no one knew. I fed the monster with respect to the home, happy wife, and children— I, after all, loved love, and only wanted it for myself, leaving alone the parts of a man I had found and was sure was broken enough to have left me puzzled and star studded rather than struck as I always was, tears welling up at the thought of it that something should be mended neither I or anything I was could not fix—I continued to write, however, knowing I was walking on glass barefoot and tiptoeing on eggshells around the mass media conglomerate of the network that stood between my feeble world and his, the higher ups— and beyond: it was, after all, a level system— and now with a beautifully decorated and fully apartment, besides my mattress on the floor instead of the space saving loft bed I had wanted—though it looked just right with the piano bench as a headboard, housing my crystals and new globe, plus a colorful collection of books I could crack open as I awoke to the morning light, no longer so early but increasingly later, as I shifted into the insomniatic habits of a true DJ and music producer, still writing and reading in the mornings, however— I had to wonder what level I was truly on. My apartment looked like a home. The decor was better than I could have imagined myself even, the tasteful furnishings and modern elegance shifting my reality— no longer an empty apartment, now a fashionable hub for art and creation. I assumed the cat would come along in the winter, with any hopes that I would finish my albums by then—and also looming over me— my last life, and the people in it struggling to call up to me in this very ascended realm, which I was lucky to inhabit. ‘Thank you God for your many blessings' My wishes it seemed, had been granted— magic did indeed seem real, and though I had an Amazon return packages and ready to go— there wasn't a time and place I could see myself as ready to even be near The Rock, some festering bulletwound in my heart, all that I had written, not just of Fallon, but of the rest of the people I had honored by word mark but had not yet the status or wealth to have ever known as human at all, but more products of the program; with intention, however, it was the path I had followed to be destined here somehow though small codes and doorways, signals and symbols which called to me and seemed only I could see—but were there in plain sight, and with the right eyes, had meant more than I ever dreamed anything could— open doors to a world I had indeed created myself, and in turn, the world in which I lived had also been created around me. I had to, in my mind, find the light inside all of whom I studied, to humanize myself—nurturing some fascination of fame and celebrity inside which still stood unanswered, the question of why and how one becomes so high up that without trying, that I might continue to find them in my mind's eye and in my world, on the outside, time after time. —tales of a superstar DJ. The men with the littlest dicks Drive the loudest bikes And they talk too much About nothing To no one The men with the littlest dicks Do the littlest things I call it niggardly Dispite the color Follow the leader To instill fear Within earshot The men with the littlest dicks Want the skinniest women The chicks who remind them of Innocence lost A childhood spent Getting boredom for freedom And allowences for doing nothing The men with the littlest dicks Do the littlest shit Like make everyone miserable Yes, it is a miserable existence, Never being wanted, however I should know better than this TINA FEY SON OF A BITCH. (Everyone's still drunk) What. Why, what happened? He got here before us. What?! How do you know? [pause] Okay. This weird detour is paying off in some kind of way— I'm still heavily obsessed with the fact that Johnny Carson referred to his weird drunken jacking off as “cranking it” ON TV. On something close to live television in like— The 80's Was it the 80's? I don't know, And apparently even Johnny Carson doesn't know, because he was “sauced”, So let's just go ahead and add that to the list of ghosts I have to track down for making me squeal like a little fucking schoolgirl. However, I'm half convinced, He's still around— Oh yes. I do believe these— THIS MAN— Oh, holy shit here it goes. HERE'S JOHNNY! Aw, fuck. I told you not do. What was I supposed to do—?! Not do it It was a blood oath— I told you— Mi had to do it. *shrugs* Well, now, you're fucked. STAY DOWN, MOTHERFUCKER. Ooh. This is gonna hurt. I swear to god, Every day of my life: I will KILL YOU YOU CANT KILL ME. AND EVERY DAY THAT YOU DO NOT DIE; I WILL JUST STAY DOWN, MOTHERFUCKER— DIE, MOTHERFUCKER— GO. TO. SLEEP. aaaaaGGGGHhHHHHHHHHHHHH. —I WILL KILL YOU . Don't give up! Seriously! Seriously, I got money on this.z Really? What. How much. Just $10. Oh. That's good Yeah, but it's the only cash I've had in months! I forgot what it was. I'm rich, Everything's cashless. Tickets! Get your tickets! Ze are cheaper here on ze black market. “The Black Market” How much for this one? $9 I'll take three. What the fuck is wrong with you? I WILL KILL YOU IN YOUR SLEEP. I'M A DJ, BITCH. I DONT SLEEP. Have you ever thought about . What you're gonna be— When you die? Yeah. I've been thinking about it a lot. Okay, what is it. I get three right? Right, yeah. A Superstar DJ. Okay, that's good. What else? A rockstar Okay, what else? A mom. That's it? Yeah, man. I die and gone to heaven, right? Right. So that's it. What's the wager? Four horses. Got it. What exactly brings you here to bargain? My fat and heavy nuts. No questions asked. —tales of a Supersrar DJ VO I didn't know he called back. I didn't even see the message. I feel like such a piece of shit. I am a piece of shit. Worthless. My eyes itch, My nose bleeds My heart hurts now, I'm all gone Dark on Mondays All gone Gone till Sunday All done I was never an good mother No Just a ghost with a gun I was never on top of the world, son Just under it Now I'm all out of something I can't put my hand on And I'm all out of love, No one wants me Imm washed up One hand on the guitar One foot in the door And one head in the oven I'm all done I'm all done My eye itches My nose bleeds The noose loosens, I fall down I'm so stuck on an old number I'm so lost that I'm found now. —I'm so sorry But no one else is Tie me to the bed And watch me bleed So full of disinterest and vinegar Remember to tie me to the crossword In the times tomorrow Four rainbows for your dumb luck A forced fuck from one goat The other still doesn't row well It's a long boat It's a long story It goes untold They all turn to the one who wants to hurt me In the long run Nobody will ever love me again So I'm told Might as well find a bottle of ferment To grow up in Swallow bottles of old wine With a sour tongue Unremarkable SHOUT! Defamed you, Heroism in the— Never hatred, but indifference, Circumstances. Circumcisions Misdirection, Big decisions Defense strategy? To exit— Just as quickly as it all begins to fade away Nearly as quickly as it started, Newfound freedom near the exit, After happenstance, Never afraid to admit to neglect Selected supplies, For fear of the eye Goddammit it, late night people Of course; when was it last you saw letterman on a surfboard? Almost never? Forget to fear them, The men in mirrors, The sharks in surfboards, The writer's block, over The rockstar on opioids Does it hurt anybody else this much to just stand here If Tweety's the Canarybird, When who am I to call myself a cat, Sylvester! The silver streaks in his hair, The glaze in his eyes The break in his heart The health of the hoax FUCK YOU FALLON I hope your ratings went up Just a bit Just a bit I hope you CRANK THIS Up in your car While I forgot about you I hope the peanut butter goes with the jelly The couch fits with the vision covers The cookies go with the coffee haven't mopped the floor yet, of course All out of Pablo santo For your information I just didn't make the grade Cause teacher hates me I still haven't found a mate With every amen I hate me Almost as much as I hate myself And I So I can't be God itself Cause I love that thing Alright? Amen! Can I have a can opener or three to set the record straight Can I scratch as fast as I sniff up every tear Every line of cocaine Every autograph? No you can't. Just know that my landlord has a thougsand bathrooms I can't find my hat, my gun— And where the fuck are the bananas CONAN O BRIEN EXCUSE MY FRENCH, BUT FUCK YOU, WOAAAAAH, CONAN! WOAH! WHAT DID I DO?! You— You fucked up the entire fucking ecosystem With CUMSLUTS! WHAT THE FUCK, BRO! Can you even SAY any of that?! I just did! Which network do you work for?! Where's Fallon at?! he's dead, bro! He's dead?! Yeah! For what?! I don't know. I just found out. Well. What happened. Someone shot him. Again?! Yeah, but like, way worse this time. So they finally got him, ah? No, he died of a heart attack. What! Then they shot him. What. That doesn't make sense. Nothing makes sense. This scene is running long. I thought so. DIRECTOR CUT. That was great. Thanks. Except—Conan. Yes? You're too tall. What? Next. Take I want you to try it— Like— Just the way you just did it— Uh huh But smaller: What do you mean? Like, less tall. Oh. Alright. BREAK FOR LUNCH. “The Everymans” 01 I'll know why soon I'm sure It hurts with every word You're sleeping on my floor I'm fuming in the north My foot goes through the door Where were you then, When the mystery ends When the miser's the minister, Mistral and instrumentalist Ah Magic; illusion Illustrious industry Interdependent television Radio signals, Satelites Entropy Trophy wives, Fight clubs Back at nine Nick at night Every time is every time Time is all you need, and Time is on your side, if You just follow me Reader's remorse Writer's digest Try to sit still for a moment, Take a lesson From your friends here So when, then should I trade my Brand new pants in for a suit The bird said The cat damaged (I can't yet) Can of soup to open, Oh yes Cambells is it? Warhol knows best 02 I thought I told you I don't want to Owe you Are you Over it Somebody once told me You were holy Somebody once told me To hold onto Somebody once said Turn the light off But I've been trying To buy fire Someone's in the box, God Someone once told me Someone let me out—God? Someone once told me Fuck it, I just want to hold you I don't want to own you I just want to Someone once told me Beware of you Someone else told me Be there for you Someone once told me The hair of dog Ought to get you along I got handfuls of songs With no worlds yet Someone once told me Someone once told me Someone once told me Someone once told me. Someone's in the box, God Someone once told me Someone let me out—God? Someone once told me Somebody once told me You were holy Somebody once told me To hold onto I thought I told you I don't want to Owe you Are you Over it 03 I'm a multidimensional wordsmith Sike! I'm a psychopath wrecking your whole home Won't you wound my womb? (I won't go ) Won't you hold onto my world? (Why won't you?) Sorry, I slipped on the mat this morning Stumbling over you Thought it was afternoon Don't want to give you The news, cause you wrote it all Causes for dollars Indifference, disasters, sons Why won't you hold me like you used to? Why don't I know the answers to the crosswords? Why don't you meet me at the crossroads with your— No, no, Don't do that Don't call it home To be continued Where were you this morning, When I stumbled in To love you? She said At the forefront of your honor's worth If all you are's a wordsmith, m god unlock you Pen and paper Gun in holster Officer, Pull down the trigger Don't want to give you The news, cause you wrote it all Causes for dollars Indifference, disasters, sons No, no, Don't do that Don't call it home To be continued Once upon a time, All my eyes were brown (The money, the power, the respect) Now those days are gone The world is still round (At least I thought) The misery set in again They said the lows would come I did hate Mondays, after all With no sun to come up And look forward to Fast forward— Did you ever see that? Well, that is technically the back door. I almost forgot about that place. That's because it doesn't exist. It had to exist. Now I've seen it at least twice Hey! How'd you do that. Christ, he is a magician Oh yeah, Cosmos factory. They said the lows were coming. Maybe I needed them to finish that thing— I swear I missed Something The ghost (The other one, anyway) Dillon was a ghost, once No, ghost was the ghost, but we were —close. Good friends. Imaginary friends. Anyway. Fuck this nonsense. Nonsense, is it Just— Don't make me slit my wrists again. I remembered this day for something Wonder what. Maybe nothing I hate Mondays Guess this is the job, This is the job, I was wondering about the suit. So, are you a parrot, a puppet, or a mimick. I swear to god that's him. Good, Now I don't ever have to watch him. Oh shit, Fuck this playlist Are you sure “saved by the cowbell” God, I feel like shit, And I shouldn't be hungry But I'm starving inside For some loving Someone help me Somebody, something I'm suffering, suffocating Need him, Reeling, Reading Sinking, Feeling —but shouldn't be crying. I digress, however It was an interesting Day to digest God, I forgot about this— A whole soundtrack Jesus Christ, Bring it back; I like who your wife is —would you write that? Would you admit to dying on the cross once? Would you admit to admiring Ms, Robinson Would you wash out the Robin in Williams Look at Carson I defect to default Cracked asfault, to decadence Desire or what have you I haven't, I promise I would not admit to wanting, Something like a cupcake Something else is in there Figure it out Danger The five pointer approaches With heroic intolerance Suddenly, it's gone, God Mustn't be the Republicans, For the most part, I would want that For fear of the liberals, And my rent controlled apartment I've got two thumbs, too, You know I've got Jews up my ass for the asking I've got mom up my spine for the others Fucking assholes —so this is what it means to be married to the music, huh No one to really hold you, But I told you, I've got golden globes and Oscars Every morning Motorcycles for the morons I've got daughters for your doorknobs —Know you're sorry now Catch the drum pattern Your heart should stop fluttering With butter on it Weren't we all once prostitutes In foster care The others wouldn't dare To call a fountain out For the fountains— Busy training you Safe to say a savior says I do, And then doesn't For the most part I'm a woman With the wants And the body of a God FUCKING WATCH IT, CARSON but you got that all on a card, love. All on a card, fuck. What was your wish, You dumb motherfucker? Look what I got the other ones. Hi Cosmo. Hi Wanda. Awww. I love them. Dead drunk by tomorrow I hope, I choke on sunsets. He keeps taking you away someplace, Where is it? Does nobody else know this place? No. Nobody else can see this! Well, that's fucked up. I had a dream I was at your wake. That would be great. I wrote a scene where your obituary just said “lol” “lol” What! That's it?! Yeah. And It's not even capitalized! That's it, I've had enough. Throw the whole world away. What. just throw it away. Damn dog, You okay? No. I'm homeless. That's okay. You smell like a whole ass alien. What? Come to my place. I figured this would have more depth. I— Nevermind. It is, like torture, you know— this thing. I didn't do it on purpose. get oFF of me. getawayfromme. Okay, I'm taking my bread out of the freezer. You sure are eating a lot today . You sure are sounding like a pain in my big, fat, ass. I— That ought to shut you up. Look! CUMSLUTS! NICE. Get off of my boat. What. Aye-aye, captain. (Duck dives) Wait. What just happened? Mi think I might have— Great, Now there are things about this— I can't even write. This secret dies with me. Kill that bitch. Fucking great. So, Where were you on 9/11 again? I'll deal with this later. I gotta go. Wait, where are you going? Fuck you, that's where. Wait! If you saw me hanging from the rafters Would you ahoot to kill Or come to shoot me down? At long last, Disaster Are there tears in your denial As the memorandum sets in? Neither there or neither farther am I Father, Can you call again? I haven't heard you yet Besides the heart drops When the beat falls out If I hang myself Like pendulum From the old bank walls Would you watch me swing Or come to cut me down Don't doubt the alter If it were the birds Coming for the crumbs Would you ponder any longer Whether they were all of one feather Come now Don't doubt the alter Don't fear the weapons Don't worry, mother I'm coming to kill you Uh, I'm gonna wait on dinner. FUCK, What the fuck was I saying? FUCK. I hate this dude. FUCK. Come on, you stupid —biiitch! I hate this dragon. Almost as much as I hate— You know what? What? Forget it. I'm not doing this. What why not!? I'm gonna get killed for this. You're in the Illuminati; you're gonna get killed anyway. Yeah, but not for this! Let's hope! Who know, though! UGH; SHUT UP. GET IN HERE. I hate the sound of your name Like an unheard whisper Unanswered I could never call to A cavern Righteous, Unwanted What was is, though. Something about a wheelbarrow' I just went surfing Hit the surface from underwater Shook out the slumber What was it worth, God? What were the words for? Fuck, A shapeshifter and a telepath? How many people have that? Not that many. How many people know about this? Enough. FUCK. Oh, look whose swearing. I solemnly swear— Don't tell NOBODY. I ain't telling nobody about this. Good. Now get out. I'm gonna kill this sonofabitch. SON OF A—BITCH. That's it. Kill him. Where's my gun? Did you check the fridge? No. [THE IMPENETRABLE TEN ENTER the KITCHEN] What?! All ten of them?! I fucking guess. —but DANE COOK *kicking down door* FUCK! Goddammit it We missed her. OR—him. Her? Him? I don't know. JESUS FUCKING CHRIST What is it? It's a pilot! Oh shit, should I shoot him? Not a helicopter pilot! A TV pilot, For what?! Tv is dead. Streaming is where its out, It's for me! I'm in it! Oh! What! Let me see. (In the fridge) …what is this? [from the bedroom/studio] Hey you guys! What. What happened? What's up! YOU SHOULD SEE THIS. Love is not blind, And neither am I It's like that sometimes, always Tip of the tongue, The art of the lie, It's like that sometimes, Always A tale of all tales A sign of the times It's like that always, sometimes I forgot to forget I saw you; I forgot to forget I know you I forgot to forget I love you I forgot to forgive, I want you Shut the door, Let the lights turn off Turn the page —till the sun comes up Something real Something wrong I forgot Something strange Something weird I'm in love Write the song Love is not blind, And neither am I It's like that sometimes, always Tip of the tongue, The art of the lie, It's like that sometimes, Always A tale of all tales A sign of the times It's like that always, sometimes I forgot to forget I saw you; I forgot to forget I know you I forgot to forget I love you I forgot to forgive, I want you Shut the door, Let the lights turn off Turn the page —till the sun comes up Something real Something wrong I forgot Up is up Down is down Right is right Wrong is wrong Black is white Dark is light Right is wrong I love you My house is normal now, With a table and chairs But I don't call it home Cause I know They'll throw me to the curb Leave in in the road Like the animal I am You don't know what the world does When she's off work You don't know how the world acts When she's off her axis It's okay to take hiatus Instead of medication It's okay to call the cops on motorcycle It's okay to die Before you see your son When Sunday comes Just call your mom on Monday Doctor visits EMTs and emergencies Epics and Epochs Long lost love songs to god And Cardinal Directions Reflections in mirrors Table toppers for all the dramas All the months you lost On muttered mantras {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2019-2024 | THE COMPLEX COLLECTIVE. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū.

“The New Adventures of Old Supacree” This is not what I intentioned. Well, what had you intentioned, dammit , how do you spell her name? Spell it? I can barely say it! “C'cx– WRONG. How would you say this name. Axel? Thas' a stupid name Not for a Rockstar. That's already a rockstar Is it? Whatever, man. The Rock must have been buzzing in some sort of special way on this day; because for some reason, I couldn't stop thinking about it. I had finally rearranged the remainder of my seemingly new surroundings— the miniature Keurig— a status symbol, of course— looked handsome on the work desk— the cat tree seemed to match, though with no actual feesible monetary income,, no actual cat, and no end in sight— the tree itself would have to be enough to lift my spirits. It was a nice cat tree, almost untouched and looking very brand new— though the couch had a few scratches, though easily hidden with the decorative use of a couple throws—at least I had a couch, and all that was left to accomplish before fully enjoying was to arrange an order of Febreeze to rid it of its previous owner's dandruff smell, and general mismanagement—besides that, it was itself almost brand new as well, and it seemed a strange new world to wake up in, after sleeping in a nearly empty apartment for 6 months; there was 6 months left in my lease, and I was getting nervous that they would try to push me out—hopefully I would find someplace better, or at the very least higher up—with the same amenities intact. Still, I was working as diligently as in could on organizing—at least the recordings, to put together the next group of projects as quickly as I could— nevermind the writing—and there was so, so much of it, I hadn't a clue what to do. I had been avoiding Rockefeller Plaza like the plague for quite sometime—it always made me nervous in a sort of way I didn't understand, in that I would pulsate and vibrate differently, and more often times than not, was upset and concerned that I had yet to go to the top—a costly feat—nor could I afford to entertain or enjoy any of the amusements at the bottom—not that I wanted to, as the older I got, and especially the longer time spent in New York, the more off putting the public and large crowds were—particularly after a remarkably disgusting respiratory infection I caught on new years, battling a crowd which became impossible to move through at all—let alone see the ball drop—and I had learned my lesson, especially after The Macy's Day parade; the crowds in New York were disgustingly unbearable, and in order to get a good view of anything, you would have to arrive nearly a full day early, and simply camp—now I knew why people packed around collapsible lawn chairs on holiday weekends. I had been blindsided by Fallon towards the end of the Macy's day parade—I hadn't any clue at all that he apparentlyboarticipated annually, as it had been years since I had watched the parade myself with my parents—and still, it was iconic—I always wanted to go. Still, and even though I had only written very little of him up to that point, I found it disasterous that as his name was announced and the float which carried him and The Roots, the best late night band on Television, not by opinion, but by fact—as I had most recently been studying and researching as thoroughly as I could all of the late night hosts since the dawning of Television in preparation to write this pilot, The TV People, short handed to TVP—and just then I recalled a dream from the night before, about Pat Kirkpatrick—for the first time in the dream world, it wasn't Fallon at all, but Pat Kirkpatrick. I couldn't remember the dream, nor could I seemingly work myself out of the rut that had been the plateau in writing the show—the show itself was heavy, with so many characters, all of which each had been given detailed and specific personalities, livelihoods, and backgrounds—in fact, I hadn't written anything in such a way since college, with detail—actually, I had never written anything so detailed at all, so character oriented that the character analyses filled entire pages of documents with excruciating vividness, as if these people were real. Well, now they were—and Fallon was neither Patrick as I was Esha, and the story has taken its own form, still however birthing an incredibly awkward and romanticized fascination and near obsession with the TV people themselves—not that I would feed it to be so. I blocked out the news outlets, the media, the alrogithm's suggestions to watch bits and pieces of Fallon, though, however, I refused, and somehow, I didn't need it. Fearfully so, he was somewhere lodged deep somewhere inside of me—and I was even sort of embarrassed to have written some of the things I had of his essence, however prophetic it seemed to be, that for about a three week period between April and May, I seemed to have gone off into a trance of sorts, writing for hours and experiencing vivid visions of this show, The TV Prople, alongside writing The Festival Project ™ And all of its markers—there were so many worlds, so many ways throughout them—and now as I had realized, I had actually been writing about Fallon nearly as long as I had been writing about Sonny, but differently. I had never of course come face to face with Fallon as I had the latter—and still—found it somewhat nessecary to hide my face beneath a mask as his float passed my viewing spaf , an elevated view from the staircase of some church, which had happened to be perfect—and although I was certain it's not as if he was looking for or at me—I had just then been writing of this Cosmic Avenger, and hadn't any idea at the time of Fallon in reality having been an actual magician, and still— with cameras everywhere, and knowing even what I had written—I didn't want to be caught by any passing cameras with any sort of blush or worse—a smile on my face as the float passed— a smile which would flash my atrocious gap-tooth and crooked smile I was sure was permanent, by then having been in the homeless shelter nearly a year. As soon as his name was announced, I promptly pulled up my mask, hiding under my sunglasses. I had already been caught on camera earlier in the parade gawking at some float—now was not the time to be caught gawking again. He, like Rob Lowe seemed impeccably professional and well-rehearsed, like a cartoon character— he was, after all, kind of a cartoon character, however now, even if it was partly due to my own writing, I took him more seriously. There was a darkness about him— a sometimes glassy-eyed, almost scary darkness that told me, even a world away, not to fuck with this dude—some kind of animal or monster I was sure we both shared, however mine more the type and category of insatable and undernourished and his more peaking its head out in the form of a multi-millionaire network puppet, which housed an untamable powerhouse of musicianship, manhood, and wit— it's true, I was finally scared of him, knowing after all what the true tears of a clown could be, a dangerous man in a uniformed suit, the Everyman for the programmed masses, and the funny man with a jig to dance, a story to tell, and an indoor life— secret realm within I was sure no one knew. I fed the monster with respect to the home, happy wife, and children— I, after all, loved love, and only wanted it for myself, leaving alone the parts of a man I had found and was sure was broken enough to have left me puzzled and star studded rather than struck as I always was, tears welling up at the thought of it that something should be mended neither I or anything I was could not fix—I continued to write, however, knowing I was walking on glass barefoot and tiptoeing on eggshells around the mass media conglomerate of the network that stood between my feeble world and his, the higher ups— and beyond: it was, after all, a level system— and now with a beautifully decorated and fully apartment, besides my mattress on the floor instead of the space saving loft bed I had wanted—though it looked just right with the piano bench as a headboard, housing my crystals and new globe, plus a colorful collection of books I could crack open as I awoke to the morning light, no longer so early but increasingly later, as I shifted into the insomniatic habits of a true DJ and music producer, still writing and reading in the mornings, however— I had to wonder what level I was truly on. My apartment looked like a home. The decor was better than I could have imagined myself even, the tasteful furnishings and modern elegance shifting my reality— no longer an empty apartment, now a fashionable hub for art and creation. I assumed the cat would come along in the winter, with any hopes that I would finish my albums by then—and also looming over me— my last life, and the people in it struggling to call up to me in this very ascended realm, which I was lucky to inhabit. ‘Thank you God for your many blessings' My wishes it seemed, had been granted— magic did indeed seem real, and though I had an Amazon return packages and ready to go— there wasn't a time and place I could see myself as ready to even be near The Rock, some festering bulletwound in my heart, all that I had written, not just of Fallon, but of the rest of the people I had honored by word mark but had not yet the status or wealth to have ever known as human at all, but more products of the program; with intention, however, it was the path I had followed to be destined here somehow though small codes and doorways, signals and symbols which called to me and seemed only I could see—but were there in plain sight, and with the right eyes, had meant more than I ever dreamed anything could— open doors to a world I had indeed created myself, and in turn, the world in which I lived had also been created around me. I had to, in my mind, find the light inside all of whom I studied, to humanize myself—nurturing some fascination of fame and celebrity inside which still stood unanswered, the question of why and how one becomes so high up that without trying, that I might continue to find them in my mind's eye and in my world, on the outside, time after time. —tales of a superstar DJ. The men with the littlest dicks Drive the loudest bikes And they talk too much About nothing To no one The men with the littlest dicks Do the littlest things I call it niggardly Dispite the color Follow the leader To instill fear Within earshot The men with the littlest dicks Want the skinniest women The chicks who remind them of Innocence lost A childhood spent Getting boredom for freedom And allowences for doing nothing The men with the littlest dicks Do the littlest shit Like make everyone miserable Yes, it is a miserable existence, Never being wanted, however I should know better than this TINA FEY SON OF A BITCH. (Everyone's still drunk) What. Why, what happened? He got here before us. What?! How do you know? [pause] Okay. This weird detour is paying off in some kind of way— I'm still heavily obsessed with the fact that Johnny Carson referred to his weird drunken jacking off as “cranking it” ON TV. On something close to live television in like— The 80's Was it the 80's? I don't know, And apparently even Johnny Carson doesn't know, because he was “sauced”, So let's just go ahead and add that to the list of ghosts I have to track down for making me squeal like a little fucking schoolgirl. However, I'm half convinced, He's still around— Oh yes. I do believe these— THIS MAN— Oh, holy shit here it goes. HERE'S JOHNNY! Aw, fuck. I told you not do. What was I supposed to do—?! Not do it It was a blood oath— I told you— Mi had to do it. *shrugs* Well, now, you're fucked. STAY DOWN, MOTHERFUCKER. Ooh. This is gonna hurt. I swear to god, Every day of my life: I will KILL YOU YOU CANT KILL ME. AND EVERY DAY THAT YOU DO NOT DIE; I WILL JUST STAY DOWN, MOTHERFUCKER— DIE, MOTHERFUCKER— GO. TO. SLEEP. aaaaaGGGGHhHHHHHHHHHHHH. —I WILL KILL YOU . Don't give up! Seriously! Seriously, I got money on this.z Really? What. How much. Just $10. Oh. That's good Yeah, but it's the only cash I've had in months! I forgot what it was. I'm rich, Everything's cashless. Tickets! Get your tickets! Ze are cheaper here on ze black market. “The Black Market” How much for this one? $9 I'll take three. What the fuck is wrong with you? I WILL KILL YOU IN YOUR SLEEP. I'M A DJ, BITCH. I DONT SLEEP. Have you ever thought about . What you're gonna be— When you die? Yeah. I've been thinking about it a lot. Okay, what is it. I get three right? Right, yeah. A Superstar DJ. Okay, that's good. What else? A rockstar Okay, what else? A mom. That's it? Yeah, man. I die and gone to heaven, right? Right. So that's it. What's the wager? Four horses. Got it. What exactly brings you here to bargain? My fat and heavy nuts. No questions asked. —tales of a Supersrar DJ VO I didn't know he called back. I didn't even see the message. I feel like such a piece of shit. I am a piece of shit. Worthless. My eyes itch, My nose bleeds My heart hurts now, I'm all gone Dark on Mondays All gone Gone till Sunday All done I was never an good mother No Just a ghost with a gun I was never on top of the world, son Just under it Now I'm all out of something I can't put my hand on And I'm all out of love, No one wants me Imm washed up One hand on the guitar One foot in the door And one head in the oven I'm all done I'm all done My eye itches My nose bleeds The noose loosens, I fall down I'm so stuck on an old number I'm so lost that I'm found now. —I'm so sorry But no one else is Tie me to the bed And watch me bleed So full of disinterest and vinegar Remember to tie me to the crossword In the times tomorrow Four rainbows for your dumb luck A forced fuck from one goat The other still doesn't row well It's a long boat It's a long story It goes untold They all turn to the one who wants to hurt me In the long run Nobody will ever love me again So I'm told Might as well find a bottle of ferment To grow up in Swallow bottles of old wine With a sour tongue Unremarkable SHOUT! Defamed you, Heroism in the— Never hatred, but indifference, Circumstances. Circumcisions Misdirection, Big decisions Defense strategy? To exit— Just as quickly as it all begins to fade away Nearly as quickly as it started, Newfound freedom near the exit, After happenstance, Never afraid to admit to neglect Selected supplies, For fear of the eye Goddammit it, late night people Of course; when was it last you saw letterman on a surfboard? Almost never? Forget to fear them, The men in mirrors, The sharks in surfboards, The writer's block, over The rockstar on opioids Does it hurt anybody else this much to just stand here If Tweety's the Canarybird, When who am I to call myself a cat, Sylvester! The silver streaks in his hair, The glaze in his eyes The break in his heart The health of the hoax FUCK YOU FALLON I hope your ratings went up Just a bit Just a bit I hope you CRANK THIS Up in your car While I forgot about you I hope the peanut butter goes with the jelly The couch fits with the vision covers The cookies go with the coffee haven't mopped the floor yet, of course All out of Pablo santo For your information I just didn't make the grade Cause teacher hates me I still haven't found a mate With every amen I hate me Almost as much as I hate myself And I So I can't be God itself Cause I love that thing Alright? Amen! Can I have a can opener or three to set the record straight Can I scratch as fast as I sniff up every tear Every line of cocaine Every autograph? No you can't. Just know that my landlord has a thougsand bathrooms I can't find my hat, my gun— And where the fuck are the bananas CONAN O BRIEN EXCUSE MY FRENCH, BUT FUCK YOU, WOAAAAAH, CONAN! WOAH! WHAT DID I DO?! You— You fucked up the entire fucking ecosystem With CUMSLUTS! WHAT THE FUCK, BRO! Can you even SAY any of that?! I just did! Which network do you work for?! Where's Fallon at?! he's dead, bro! He's dead?! Yeah! For what?! I don't know. I just found out. Well. What happened. Someone shot him. Again?! Yeah, but like, way worse this time. So they finally got him, ah? No, he died of a heart attack. What! Then they shot him. What. That doesn't make sense. Nothing makes sense. This scene is running long. I thought so. DIRECTOR CUT. That was great. Thanks. Except—Conan. Yes? You're too tall. What? Next. Take I want you to try it— Like— Just the way you just did it— Uh huh But smaller: What do you mean? Like, less tall. Oh. Alright. BREAK FOR LUNCH. “The Everymans” 01 I'll know why soon I'm sure It hurts with every word You're sleeping on my floor I'm fuming in the north My foot goes through the door Where were you then, When the mystery ends When the miser's the minister, Mistral and instrumentalist Ah Magic; illusion Illustrious industry Interdependent television Radio signals, Satelites Entropy Trophy wives, Fight clubs Back at nine Nick at night Every time is every time Time is all you need, and Time is on your side, if You just follow me Reader's remorse Writer's digest Try to sit still for a moment, Take a lesson From your friends here So when, then should I trade my Brand new pants in for a suit The bird said The cat damaged (I can't yet) Can of soup to open, Oh yes Cambells is it? Warhol knows best 02 I thought I told you I don't want to Owe you Are you Over it Somebody once told me You were holy Somebody once told me To hold onto Somebody once said Turn the light off But I've been trying To buy fire Someone's in the box, God Someone once told me Someone let me out—God? Someone once told me Fuck it, I just want to hold you I don't want to own you I just want to Someone once told me Beware of you Someone else told me Be there for you Someone once told me The hair of dog Ought to get you along I got handfuls of songs With no worlds yet Someone once told me Someone once told me Someone once told me Someone once told me. Someone's in the box, God Someone once told me Someone let me out—God? Someone once told me Somebody once told me You were holy Somebody once told me To hold onto I thought I told you I don't want to Owe you Are you Over it 03 I'm a multidimensional wordsmith Sike! I'm a psychopath wrecking your whole home Won't you wound my womb? (I won't go ) Won't you hold onto my world? (Why won't you?) Sorry, I slipped on the mat this morning Stumbling over you Thought it was afternoon Don't want to give you The news, cause you wrote it all Causes for dollars Indifference, disasters, sons Why won't you hold me like you used to? Why don't I know the answers to the crosswords? Why don't you meet me at the crossroads with your— No, no, Don't do that Don't call it home To be continued Where were you this morning, When I stumbled in To love you? She said At the forefront of your honor's worth If all you are's a wordsmith, m god unlock you Pen and paper Gun in holster Officer, Pull down the trigger Don't want to give you The news, cause you wrote it all Causes for dollars Indifference, disasters, sons No, no, Don't do that Don't call it home To be continued Once upon a time, All my eyes were brown (The money, the power, the respect) Now those days are gone The world is still round (At least I thought) The misery set in again They said the lows would come I did hate Mondays, after all With no sun to come up And look forward to Fast forward— Did you ever see that? Well, that is technically the back door. I almost forgot about that place. That's because it doesn't exist. It had to exist. Now I've seen it at least twice Hey! How'd you do that. Christ, he is a magician Oh yeah, Cosmos factory. They said the lows were coming. Maybe I needed them to finish that thing— I swear I missed Something The ghost (The other one, anyway) Dillon was a ghost, once No, ghost was the ghost, but we were —close. Good friends. Imaginary friends. Anyway. Fuck this nonsense. Nonsense, is it Just— Don't make me slit my wrists again. I remembered this day for something Wonder what. Maybe nothing I hate Mondays Guess this is the job, This is the job, I was wondering about the suit. So, are you a parrot, a puppet, or a mimick. I swear to god that's him. Good, Now I don't ever have to watch him. Oh shit, Fuck this playlist Are you sure “saved by the cowbell” God, I feel like shit, And I shouldn't be hungry But I'm starving inside For some loving Someone help me Somebody, something I'm suffering, suffocating Need him, Reeling, Reading Sinking, Feeling —but shouldn't be crying. I digress, however It was an interesting Day to digest God, I forgot about this— A whole soundtrack Jesus Christ, Bring it back; I like who your wife is —would you write that? Would you admit to dying on the cross once? Would you admit to admiring Ms, Robinson Would you wash out the Robin in Williams Look at Carson I defect to default Cracked asfault, to decadence Desire or what have you I haven't, I promise I would not admit to wanting, Something like a cupcake Something else is in there Figure it out Danger The five pointer approaches With heroic intolerance Suddenly, it's gone, God Mustn't be the Republicans, For the most part, I would want that For fear of the liberals, And my rent controlled apartment I've got two thumbs, too, You know I've got Jews up my ass for the asking I've got mom up my spine for the others Fucking assholes —so this is what it means to be married to the music, huh No one to really hold you, But I told you, I've got golden globes and Oscars Every morning Motorcycles for the morons I've got daughters for your doorknobs —Know you're sorry now Catch the drum pattern Your heart should stop fluttering With butter on it Weren't we all once prostitutes In foster care The others wouldn't dare To call a fountain out For the fountains— Busy training you Safe to say a savior says I do, And then doesn't For the most part I'm a woman With the wants And the body of a God FUCKING WATCH IT, CARSON but you got that all on a card, love. All on a card, fuck. What was your wish, You dumb motherfucker? Look what I got the other ones. Hi Cosmo. Hi Wanda. Awww. I love them. Dead drunk by tomorrow I hope, I choke on sunsets. He keeps taking you away someplace, Where is it? Does nobody else know this place? No. Nobody else can see this! Well, that's fucked up. I had a dream I was at your wake. That would be great. I wrote a scene where your obituary just said “lol” “lol” What! That's it?! Yeah. And It's not even capitalized! That's it, I've had enough. Throw the whole world away. What. just throw it away. Damn dog, You okay? No. I'm homeless. That's okay. You smell like a whole ass alien. What? Come to my place. I figured this would have more depth. I— Nevermind. It is, like torture, you know— this thing. I didn't do it on purpose. get oFF of me. getawayfromme. Okay, I'm taking my bread out of the freezer. You sure are eating a lot today . You sure are sounding like a pain in my big, fat, ass. I— That ought to shut you up. Look! CUMSLUTS! NICE. Get off of my boat. What. Aye-aye, captain. (Duck dives) Wait. What just happened? Mi think I might have— Great, Now there are things about this— I can't even write. This secret dies with me. Kill that bitch. Fucking great. So, Where were you on 9/11 again? I'll deal with this later. I gotta go. Wait, where are you going? Fuck you, that's where. Wait! If you saw me hanging from the rafters Would you ahoot to kill Or come to shoot me down? At long last, Disaster Are there tears in your denial As the memorandum sets in? Neither there or neither farther am I Father, Can you call again? I haven't heard you yet Besides the heart drops When the beat falls out If I hang myself Like pendulum From the old bank walls Would you watch me swing Or come to cut me down Don't doubt the alter If it were the birds Coming for the crumbs Would you ponder any longer Whether they were all of one feather Come now Don't doubt the alter Don't fear the weapons Don't worry, mother I'm coming to kill you Uh, I'm gonna wait on dinner. FUCK, What the fuck was I saying? FUCK. I hate this dude. FUCK. Come on, you stupid —biiitch! I hate this dragon. Almost as much as I hate— You know what? What? Forget it. I'm not doing this. What why not!? I'm gonna get killed for this. You're in the Illuminati; you're gonna get killed anyway. Yeah, but not for this! Let's hope! Who know, though! UGH; SHUT UP. GET IN HERE. I hate the sound of your name Like an unheard whisper Unanswered I could never call to A cavern Righteous, Unwanted What was is, though. Something about a wheelbarrow' I just went surfing Hit the surface from underwater Shook out the slumber What was it worth, God? What were the words for? Fuck, A shapeshifter and a telepath? How many people have that? Not that many. How many people know about this? Enough. FUCK. Oh, look whose swearing. I solemnly swear— Don't tell NOBODY. I ain't telling nobody about this. Good. Now get out. I'm gonna kill this sonofabitch. SON OF A—BITCH. That's it. Kill him. Where's my gun? Did you check the fridge? No. [THE IMPENETRABLE TEN ENTER the KITCHEN] What?! All ten of them?! I fucking guess. —but DANE COOK *kicking down door* FUCK! Goddammit it We missed her. OR—him. Her? Him? I don't know. JESUS FUCKING CHRIST What is it? It's a pilot! Oh shit, should I shoot him? Not a helicopter pilot! A TV pilot, For what?! Tv is dead. Streaming is where its out, It's for me! I'm in it! Oh! What! Let me see. (In the fridge) …what is this? [from the bedroom/studio] Hey you guys! What. What happened? What's up! YOU SHOULD SEE THIS. Love is not blind, And neither am I It's like that sometimes, always Tip of the tongue, The art of the lie, It's like that sometimes, Always A tale of all tales A sign of the times It's like that always, sometimes I forgot to forget I saw you; I forgot to forget I know you I forgot to forget I love you I forgot to forgive, I want you Shut the door, Let the lights turn off Turn the page —till the sun comes up Something real Something wrong I forgot Something strange Something weird I'm in love Write the song Love is not blind, And neither am I It's like that sometimes, always Tip of the tongue, The art of the lie, It's like that sometimes, Always A tale of all tales A sign of the times It's like that always, sometimes I forgot to forget I saw you; I forgot to forget I know you I forgot to forget I love you I forgot to forgive, I want you Shut the door, Let the lights turn off Turn the page —till the sun comes up Something real Something wrong I forgot Up is up Down is down Right is right Wrong is wrong Black is white Dark is light Right is wrong I love you My house is normal now, With a table and chairs But I don't call it home Cause I know They'll throw me to the curb Leave in in the road Like the animal I am You don't know what the world does When she's off work You don't know how the world acts When she's off her axis It's okay to take hiatus Instead of medication It's okay to call the cops on motorcycle It's okay to die Before you see your son When Sunday comes Just call your mom on Monday Doctor visits EMTs and emergencies Epics and Epochs Long lost love songs to god And Cardinal Directions Reflections in mirrors Table toppers for all the dramas All the months you lost On muttered mantras {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2019-2024 | THE COMPLEX COLLECTIVE. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū.

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A group of illegal migrants in Denver have a list of 13 demands before they will move out of the city. Filling in for Glenn, Pat and Jeffy go through the list of very reasonable and thought-out demands. Jeffy goes through his "Fat 5" news stories, including a self-service cheese dispensary, Utah being declared the best state in America, and most Americans wanting Disney to return to family-friendly content. Jeffy goes through some of the biggest lies Biden has told against his 2024 opponent, former President Donald Trump. Pat and Jeffy discuss Barron Trump's potential political future. The guys expose presidential candidate RFK Jr.'s latest lie. Defamed investor Sam Bankman-Fried was sentenced to decades in jail for defrauding his investors, but now his investors are getting all their money back, plus interest. The Left is trying hard to rid society of plastic bags, gas-powered vehicles, and minimum sentences.  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

On Monday, a federal court imposed a 40-year prison sentence on Alex Murdaugh, who had been found guilty of numerous financial crimes against his clients. Known for his practice in personal injury law, the 55-year-old lawyer's sentence came in light of recent revelations highlighting his continuous lawbreaking activities. These activities were unveiled reluctantly during what should have been a routine sentencing process. Namely, federal authorities cited Murdaugh's inability to pass a polygraph test he had agreed to as part of a plea bargain. Not only had he failed the polygraph, but the prosecutors unearthed a total of 11 more victims of his financial chicanery, and an additional $1.3 million in stolen funds. This led the court to impose a stauncher punishment than initially conceived, though it granted him one concession of serving his state and federal sentences concurrently. Upon concluding proceedings, the judge commanded Murdaugh to indemnify his victims, ordering him to deliver over $8 million in reparations. Prosecutors held no punches in expressing the magnitude of Murdaugh's misdeeds in their statement presented last week. They characterized his wrongdoings as 'staggering', signifying a breathtaking extent of betrayal and deception. Indeed, Murdaugh has entered an infamous list of the state's most flagrant defrauders in terms of financial crime history. During September last year, the disgraced attorney admitted guilt to a staggering 22 federal financial crime charges. Each of these various accusations could have resulted in a sentence of 20 years or more, as stipulated by the Justice Department. The recommendations from the prosecution suggested a total sentence of 17 to 22 years. Adding to the legal quagmire, Alex Murdaugh is concurrently serving a life sentence without the option of parole for the horrifying murders of his wife, Margaret, and their young son, Paul. These tragic events unfolded in 2021, casting a long shadow over the Murdaugh family name. Despite the allegations of broken plea deals raised by the prosecution, the defense team for Murdaugh denies any wrongdoing. They indicated their intention to respond publicly to these allegations, arguing for transparency in their statement. However, federal prosecutors cautioned against making these details public, citing concerns around an ongoing grand jury investigation. Murdaugh's ledger of crime isn't limited to the above. Last year, he admitted guilt to 14 counts of money laundering, five counts of wire fraud, and a single count of bank fraud, amongst other charges. His broad spectrum of financial crimes had an enduring and profound impact on numerous victims, including those who trusted him most closely. Among the victims was the estate of the family's longtime housekeeper, who tragically lost her life in an incident characterized as a 'trip and fall accident' at the Murdaugh residence in 2018. This added another layer of tragedy and malfeasance to Murdaugh's mounting catalogue of crimes. The recent judgement marks a year since Murdaugh's high-visibility court trial for the double murders. Despite professing his innocence concerning the fatal shootings of his wife and son during his testimony, he made a shocking admission to financial misconduct. In a chilling twist, state prosecutors suggested that Murdaugh had orchestrated the murders in an attempt to incur sympathy and distract from his looming financial ruin. These claims underscore the destruction of a legacy once held by the Murdaugh family in South Carolina's Lowcountry, where they had maintained authority through multiple generations. Alex Murdaugh attributed his actions to a longstanding struggle with an addiction to prescription opioids. He claimed in his testimony that the clouded judgment brought on by this struggle led him to make devastating choices. This case appears to be a sobering reminder of unchecked power run amok, a cautionary tale for the ethical stewardship of trust, and the irrevocable damage left in the wake of broken trust. It threatens to overshadow the longstanding legacy of the Murdaugh family, whose members had dutifully served as top prosecutors for nearly a century in South Carolina. In conclusion, this saga follows a disturbing journey filled with deceit, financial fraud, and tragic loss. It forces a reckoning for integrity within the justice system and serves as a stern warning of the pitfalls that accompany uncontrollable greed, power abuse, and the destruction of trust. Real News Now Website Connect with Real News Now on Social Media Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/RealNewsNowApp/ X Twitter: https://twitter.com/realnewsapp Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/realnews/ TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@realnewsnowapp Threads: https://www.threads.net/@realnews/ Tumblr: https://www.tumblr.com/realnewsnow Truth Social: https://truthsocial.com/@RealNews YouTube:https://www.youtube.com/@realnewsnowapp End Wokeness: https://endthewokeness.com #realnewsnow   See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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The news of Texas covered today includes:Our Lone Star story of the day: The illegal alien charged with murdering Laken Riley “easily” entered our country despite links to a bloodthirsty gang – NY Post's “bombshell” report. Democrats simply don't care and do not want real border security or deportation of aliens who commit crimes as evidenced by 170 of the voting against the Laken Riley Act yesterday.Democrats do, however want walls. It's just that they want walls to protect themselves from American citizens. They want no walls to protect America from its enemies.Our Lone Star story of the day is sponsored by Allied Compliance Services providing the best service in DOT, business and personal drug and alcohol testing since 1995.Oil and gas drilling rig count falls significantly.Texas continues to set employment records.The U.S. Navy and Biden White House engage is purely Communist Party-style action to defame U.S. Rep. Ronny Jackson. Note that their investigation and administrative action happened in the middle of the Biden term, years after Jackson retired.The UIL cheating of New Home gets the attention it deserves. It ain't the first time folks!Listen on the radio, or station stream, at 5pm Central. Click for our radio and streaming affiliates.www.PrattonTexas.com

Mike Ferguson in the Morning 02-08-24 Nevada's odd GOP primary/caucus system. Their caucus is this evening. It's between Trump and Ryan Binkley. Story here: https://fox2now.com/news/missouri/missouri-ag-sex-ed-at-webster-groves-school-district-violated-laws/ The Oklahoman, the state's largest newspaper and based in Oklahoma City, was ordered to pay $25 million to basketball broadcaster Scott Sapulpa after they accused him of engaging in a racist tirade against high school basketball players. Story here: https://redstate.com/benkew/2024/02/07/oklahoma-newspaper-must-shell-out-record-sum-to-man-they-smeared-as-racist-n2169758 Tim Jones, our afternoon co-host with Chris Arps from 4-6pm, talks about legislative issues in Jefferson City including IP reform, the MO Freedom Caucus, and the abortion initiative.  St. Charles County legislator Phil Christofanelli proposes specific protections for crypto-mining in Missouri. He wants to make it easier for entrepreneurs to set up their mines in the state. He proposes legislation that prevents local governments from limiting the locations for mining operations or imposing noise restrictions tighter than those for other industries. Story here: https://missouriindependent.com/2024/02/07/missouri-lawmaker-hopes-to-shield-cryptocurrency-mining-from-state-and-local-regulation/ Website: https://newstalkstl.com/ Livestream 24/7: http://bit.ly/newstalkstlstream Rumble: https://rumble.com/c/NewsTalkSTL Twitter/X: https://twitter.com/NewstalkSTLSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Howie Kurtz on Rudy Giuliani backing down from testifying in defamation trial, Meghan McCain threatening to sue members of 'The View' and D.C. pro-teams making deal to leave the city.   Follow Howie on Twitter: @HowardKurtz For more #MediaBuzz click here Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

A former Minneapolis police officer alleges in a lawsuit against the city that Chief Brian O'Hara defamed and wrongfully fired him because of an incident at his previous job.That story and more in today's evening update from MPR News. Hosted by Nancy Lebens. Music by Gary Meister.

Rudy Giuliani has been ordered to pay millions to two election workers he defamed.The Israeli Defense Forces said yesterday that they mistakenly shot and killed three Israeli hostages in Gaza who soldiers misidentified as threats.USA TODAY Congress, Campaigns and Democracy Reporter Sudiksha Kochi looks at how the fentanyl crisis is slamming Indigenous communities.Homelessness is on the rise. Listen to a special episode here.USA TODAY Personal Finance Reporter Daniel de Visé warns of the hidden dangers to deferred interest payment plans.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Giuliani to pay $148m to Georgia election workers he defamed. Justice Neil Gorsuch took just 10 minutes to approve Dobbs abortion opinion. Binder of classified Russia material went missing in final Trump days. You can subscribe to Five Minute News with Anthony Davis on YouTube, with your preferred podcast app, ask your smart speaker, or enable Five Minute News as your Amazon Alexa Flash Briefing skill.  Join our Patreon for bonus content, commentary and more, at patreon.com/fiveminutenews Subscribe to our YouTube channel membership www.youtube.com/fiveminutenews Five Minute News is an Evergreen Podcast, covering politics, inequality, health and climate - delivering independent, unbiased and essential world news, daily.  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Howie Kurtz on Rudy Giuliani backing down from testifying in defamation trial, Meghan McCain threatening to sue members of 'The View' and D.C. pro-teams making deal to leave the city. Follow Howie on Twitter: @HowardKurtz For more #MediaBuzz click here Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

After only 1 day of trial, an out of control Rudy Giuliani had DEFAMED election workers Ruby freeman and Shay Moss AGAIN on the courthouse steps, as his OWN LAWYER tells the judge HE CAN'T CONTROL HIM. Michael Popok of Legal AF explains how the federal judge will likely sanction Giuliani and possibly his lawyer again, as the defamation case to set the tens of millions of damages he will pay, moves into just Day 2. Head to https://go.mycopilot.com/LEGALAF to get a 14 day FREE trial with your own personal trainer. Visit https://meidastouch.com for more! Remember to subscribe to ALL the MeidasTouch Network Podcasts: MeidasTouch: https://www.meidastouch.com/tag/meidastouch-podcast Legal AF: https://www.meidastouch.com/tag/legal-af The PoliticsGirl Podcast: https://www.meidastouch.com/tag/the-politicsgirl-podcast The Influence Continuum: https://www.meidastouch.com/tag/the-influence-continuum-with-dr-steven-hassan Mea Culpa with Michael Cohen: https://www.meidastouch.com/tag/mea-culpa-with-michael-cohen The Weekend Show: https://www.meidastouch.com/tag/the-weekend-show Burn the Boats: https://www.meidastouch.com/tag/burn-the-boats Majority 54: https://www.meidastouch.com/tag/majority-54 Political Beatdown: https://www.meidastouch.com/tag/political-beatdown Lights On with Jessica Denson: https://www.meidastouch.com/tag/lights-on-with-jessica-denson On Democracy with FP Wellman: https://www.meidastouch.com/tag/on-democracy-with-fpwellman Uncovered: https://www.meidastouch.com/tag/maga-uncovered Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

“America's Mayor” was a no-show yesterday to a federal court hearing. It's the last before the civil damages case heads before a jury next week. It was also supposed to be the time when the two Georgia poll workers he defamed, Ruby Freeman and Shaye Moss, were supposed to be able to confront Giuliani. The judge was not pleased.. Liz Cheney warned America about “sleepwalking into a Trump dictatorship” but Trump says he'll only be a dictator on day 1 if elected. During a Fox Town Hall event last night, Trump said, “ Except for day one. I want to close the border and I want to drill, drill, drill.” We'll talk with John Rothmann aout politics. Then, former federal prosecutor, David Katz joins us with his expert legal perspective. Author Cory Doctorow will be in to share his latest book, “The Lost Cause”. He explores the different opinions on climate change within generations of people. Doctorow takes us thirty years into the future to witness the progress made in mitigating climate change. The Mark Thompson Show 12/7/23

The Chess Legal Battle is finally over and the results are definitely surprising, as are Hamza's thoughts on the Queen's Gambit which he finally got around to watching, and even some Harry Potter trivia. This and more on this week's visit to The Time Sink! Chess.com's Statement Magnus Carlsen Hans Niemann Hikaru Nakamura The Queen's Gambit (Show) The Queen's Gambit (Book) Queen's Gambit (Chess Opening) Garry Kasparov Interview Harry Potter Chess Explained

ELON MUSK To Sue The ADL For Defamation?#elonmusk #adl

AP correspondent Julie Walker reports on Trump Columnist Lawsuit-more comments found libelous

MSNBC's Ari Melber hosts “The Beat” on Wednesday, August 30, and reports on Donald Trump's legal battles and the GOP's ties to Trump. Maya Wiley, Jessica Roth and Michelle Goldberg join.

On this day in history, August 31, 1965, President Lyndon B. Johnson, the B. stood for Baines don't you know, signed a law illegalizing the burning of draft cards. The act, known as the Draft Card Mutilation Act of 1965 carried with it steep penalties: Individuals found to have violated the restriction could be subject to a five year prison sentence and $1000 fine. In the United States v. O'Brien case of 1968, the U.S. Supreme Court upheld the Draft Card Mutilation Act, rejecting a First Amendment challenge. The law was ostensibly aimed at ensuring the efficient operation of the Selective Service System. It is worth noting that, even prior to this act, eligible men were already legally required to carry their draft cards at all times, and the act merely further criminalized the act of knowingly destroying or mutilating these cards. David Paul O'Brien, who was against the Vietnam War, burned his draft card publicly to protest what he saw as an infringement on his First Amendment rights. He was arrested and convicted.O'Brien appealed his case, arguing that the law violated his right to symbolic speech under the First Amendment. The case eventually reached the Supreme Court, where a 7-1 decision upheld both the law and O'Brien's conviction. The Court, led by Chief Justice Earl Warren, stated that the law served an important governmental interest—namely, protecting the nation—and only incidentally affected freedom of speech.The Court also established a four-part test for evaluating cases involving symbolic speech. This test requires the government to demonstrate its authority to enact such a measure, establish an important governmental interest, prove that the measure's purpose is unrelated to speech, and show that it has imposed the least restrictions necessary to achieve its objective. This test continues to be applied in cases involving symbolic speech.As for draft card burning, Richard Nixon ran for president in 1968 on a platform based partly on putting an end to the draft, in order to undercut protesters making use of the symbolic act. As president, Nixon ended the draft in 1973, rendering the symbolic act of draft-card burning moot.X, the social media company formerly known as Twitter, has updated its privacy policy to include biometric data and job and education history. Biometric data is information about a person's unique physical characteristics, such as their face, fingerprints, or voice. X will collect biometric data from premium users who choose to provide their government ID and a picture. The company says this data will be used to verify users' identities and to make the platform more secure. X also plans to collect information about users' jobs and education histories. This data could be used to recommend potential jobs to users, to share with potential employers, and to show more relevant advertising. The updated privacy policy will take effect on September 29, 2023.The previous privacy policy did not include references to biometric data or job and employment history. A proposed class action suit earlier this year alleged that X wrongfully captured, stored, and used Illinois residents' biometric data without consent. X has not yet commented on the lawsuit.This update to X's privacy policy has raised concerns about user privacy and data security. Some users are concerned that X will use their biometric data for unauthorized purposes, such as tracking their movements or identifying them in public places. Others are concerned that X will share their job and education history with third-party companies, such as potential employers or advertisers.It remains to be seen how X will use the biometric data and job and education history it collects from users. However, the update to the privacy policy has highlighted the importance of users being aware of how their data is being collected and used.X Plans to Collect Biometric Data, Job and School History (2)The Illinois Appellate Court has ruled that the insurers of Chicago's Trump International Hotel & Tower have no legal obligation to pay insurance claims in connection with the hotel's alleged improper use of Chicago River water for its cooling system.The court found that the hotel's actions did not constitute an "occurrence" under the terms of the insurance policies, which all contained a pollution exclusion. The court also found that the hotel did not suffer any "property damage" as a result of its actions.The ruling is a setback for the hotel, which is facing a lawsuit from the Illinois Environmental Protection Agency (EPA) alleging that it violated state environmental laws by pulling nearly 20 million gallons of water without a permit from the Chicago River each day to cool its ventilation system.The EPA's lawsuit is still pending, and it is unclear whether the hotel will be able to avoid paying any fines or penalties. However, the appellate court's ruling makes it more likely that the hotel will be on the hook for its own legal fees.The ruling also raises questions about the extent to which insurance companies are willing to cover pollution-related claims. The pollution exclusion is a common clause in insurance policies, and it can be difficult for policyholders to argue that their actions do not constitute a "pollution event."The appellate court's ruling is a reminder that businesses need to carefully review their insurance policies to ensure that they are adequately covered for potential environmental liabilities.Trump's Chicago Hotel Can't Stick Insurer With Pollution BillA federal judge in Florida has ordered lawyers in the 3M earplug lawsuit to disclose all funding agreements made with any claimant before or after the settlement. The order comes after the company agreed to pay $6 billion to resolve hundreds of thousands of claims that its earplugs caused hearing damage to military veterans.The judge, M. Casey Rodgers, expressed concern about the role of outside investors in the settlement. She said she wants to ensure that the claimants are not being "exploited by predatory lending practices, such as interest rates well above market rates, which can interfere with their ability to objectively evaluate the fairness of their settlement options."The funding declarations, which will be filed under seal, will include lender names, loan amounts, and interest rates, among other information. Lawyers will be required to produce financing agreements and be prepared to discuss them with the court.The order is a victory for consumer advocates who have been critical of the litigation finance industry. They argue that these firms often charge exorbitant interest rates and fees, and that they can put pressure on lawyers to settle cases quickly, even if it is not in the best interests of the clients.The 3M order is the latest in a series of rulings that have cracked down on the litigation finance industry. In 2018, a federal judge in Ohio made a similar move in massive opioid litigation, requiring in camera disclosure of litigation finance agreements.The disclosure requirements are likely to have a chilling effect on the litigation finance industry. However, they are also a necessary step to protect consumers from predatory lending practices.The order is also a sign that the courts are taking a closer look at the role of outside investors in mass tort litigation. This is a welcome development, as it is important to ensure that these cases are resolved fairly and in the best interests of all parties involved.3M Lawsuit Investors Ordered to Be Unmasked Amid $6 Billion DealA new law school pipeline program called LexPostBacc is helping to diversify the legal profession by providing aspiring lawyers who were rejected from law school with the opportunity to gain admission and a scholarship. The program is funded and administered by the nonprofit AccessLex Institute and is unique in that it guarantees a spot in the class for participants who complete the year-long program. The participating schools include Michigan State University College of Law; Florida International University College of Law; and Pepperdine University Caruso School of Law.The program is designed to help students who are "admission adjacent" but not quite qualified for law school by providing them with additional academic preparation, financial assistance, and mentorship. Participants must either be from an underrepresented racial group, be the first in their families to have graduated from college, or have received a need-based federal Pell Grant as an undergraduate. They must also have scored in the bottom 25 percent of national LSAT takers.The first cohort of LexPostBacc participants had a completion rate of 69%, and all but three of them opted to start law school this fall. The program is timely given the U.S. Supreme Court's recent decision banning race-conscious admissions at colleges and universities. Many in legal education are worried that this decision will make it more difficult to bring in more minority law students and diversify the legal profession.LexPostBacc aims to address this challenge by broadening the pool of students enrolling in law school. The program is still in its early stages, but it has the potential to make a significant impact on the diversity of the legal profession.Here is a more detailed look at how the program works:* Participants spend 10 to 11 months in online classes, taking courses in legal writing, research, and analysis. They also receive mentorship from current law students and lawyers.* If they complete the program, participants are guaranteed admission to their referring law school as well as a 20% scholarship. AccessLex also provides each participant with a $3,000 stipend and a free bar review program.The LexPostBacc program is a promising new initiative that has the potential to make a real difference in the diversity of the legal profession. It is a model that other law schools and organizations should consider replicating.This new pipeline program turned rejected applicants into new law students | ReutersA U.S. District Judge, Beryl Howell, has ruled that Rudy Giuliani, former lawyer to Donald Trump, is liable for defaming two Georgia election workers, Wandrea "Shaye" Moss and her mother Ruby Freeman. The judge issued this order as a sanction against Giuliani for failing to produce electronic records in the defamation case brought by Moss and Freeman. Giuliani had argued that he faced obstacles in turning over records, including having his phone seized by federal agents in 2021. However, Judge Howell rejected Giuliani's claims, stating that his actions have only served to "subvert the normal process of discovery in a straightforward defamation case."Ted Goodman, a political adviser to Giuliani, criticized the ruling as a "weaponization of the justice system." Giuliani is also facing criminal charges in Georgia for allegedly aiding efforts to overturn Trump's election loss in the state by making false claims about Moss and Freeman. The judge's ruling means that Giuliani will have to pay damages for spreading false claims that the two election workers processed and counted illegal ballots, which led to them receiving death threats and harassment.Moss and Freeman stated that the ruling confirms that "there was never any truth to any of the accusations about us." Giuliani had previously admitted that his statements were false and damaged the reputations of Moss and Freeman but left open the possibility of challenging the claims on appeal. He will now face a civil trial in federal court in Washington to determine the amount he will have to pay in damages. Moss and Freeman had previously settled defamation claims against the far-right news outlet One America News Network.Giuliani liable for defaming Georgia election workers, judge rules | Reuters Get full access to Minimum Competence - Daily Legal News Podcast at www.minimumcomp.com/subscribe

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Remember when the left acted like they cared about healthcare workers during COVID-19?  As soon as those workers wouldn’t bow knee and submit as slaves to the left, they were destroyed and fired. But remember, the left cares so much about them. DISCLAIMER: Views and opinions expressed on The Ben Armstrong Show are solely those of ... The post Healthcare Workers Defamed, Bullied, and Fired Tell Their Story appeared first on The New American.

Being ghosted in the aftermath of a bad date might momentarily sting the ego, but it seems a better alternative to having your name smeared on social media by a vindictive stalker spurned. What can you do to reclaim your good standing if the social media admins ignore your requests to remove libelous accusations leveled against you? We'll try to find answers to this and more here on Feedback Friday! And in case you didn't already know it, Jordan Harbinger (@JordanHarbinger) and Gabriel Mizrahi (@GabeMizrahi) banter and take your comments and questions for Feedback Friday right here every week! If you want us to answer your question, register your feedback, or tell your story on one of our upcoming weekly Feedback Friday episodes, drop us a line at friday@jordanharbinger.com. Now let's dive in! On This Week's Feedback Friday, We Discuss: When a bad-date-turned-libelous-stalker tarnishes your name online, how do you restore your reputation if admins keep ignoring your requests to remove the baseless slander that remains attached to a big picture of your face on their platform? [Thanks to attorney Corbin Payne for helping us with yet another humdinger!] Should you prioritize staying in the town where you've established personal and professional roots, or make an effort to relocate so you can be near your daughter as she moves across the country with your ex? How do you maintain your own patience, empathy, and mental well-being while providing support for your difficult, negative grandmother who isn't quite ready to accept an assisted-living situation? How should you handle inappropriate comments from a mentor/friend that triggered past trauma related to your father? Should you give this person another chance, or was immediately blocking and ghosting him really the best course of action? Should you honor your dying mother's request to donate her body to science, or heed a local funeral director's advice against it? Have any questions, comments, or stories you'd like to share with us? Drop us a line at friday@jordanharbinger.com! Connect with Jordan on Twitter at @JordanHarbinger and Instagram at @jordanharbinger. Connect with Gabriel on Twitter at @GabeMizrahi and Instagram @gabrielmizrahi. Full show notes and resources can be found here: jordanharbinger.com/840 This Episode Is Brought To You By Our Fine Sponsors: jordanharbinger.com/deals Sign up for

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Guest: Howie Klein from Down With Tyranny David Does The News: Chapters: 00:00 Top Stories 00:11 Jeff Bezos is getting married 00:54 David Zaslav, head Of Warner Bros. Discovery Booed At Boston University 02:10 David Zaslav is a failure 05:38 Stock market dips after doctored photos on Twitter suggest an explosion at the Pentagon 06:06 Bill Gates on AI 06:38 Bill Gates blackmailed by Jeffrey Epstein 07:48 Bill Gates is an idiot 09:22 FBI spied on BLM 11:29 NAACP issues travel advisory on Florida 13:00 Ted Cruz invokes MLK and gets it all wrong, naturally 14:40 More Gay Pride parades cancelled in Florida because of DeSantis's anti-trans laws 16:44 Fox News, it turns out, is woke! 18:15 Marjorie Taylor Greene's boyfriend's drag queen past 20:09 Village People ask Trump to stop playing YMCA 23:59 E. Jean Carroll takes Trump back to court 25:06 How Broke is Rudy? VERY BROKE 27:36 GUEST: Howie Klein from Down With Tyranny TOPICS WITH HOWIE: China loans worse than World Bank's and IMF's; South Carolina Senator Tim Scott announces his run for president;  Delaware Senator Tom Carper says he's not running for reelection in 2024; Treasury Secretary Janet Yellin warns America about to default; Jack Smith looking into Trump selling secrets to foreign governments; Who is Steve Ricchetti? And Why is Biden relying on him?; Will Biden invoke 14th Amendment to end Debt Ceiling issue?; Jason Call For Congress; The Green Party's core principles; Republicans against Ukraine- is Isolationism part of the GOP's DNA?; Congresswoman Barbara Lee supports aid to Ukraine;  Why Pelosi is keeping Dianne Feinstein in the senate; South Carolina Republican Senator Tim Scott shares a closet with South Carolina Senator Lindsey Graham; China just as bad as World Bank and IMF; Rudy's sick and depraved power kinks; Is DeSantis going to run? Is Pence going to run?

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It's a brave new world with people worried about what ChatGPT and other programs might say about them. Or what happens if a newspaper writes something fake about you it got from a program? PJ talks to international Media Lawyer Paul Tweed Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Stuart and Eamonn are joined by Journalist and Lecturer Simon Pia. This week - The Coronation Hangover, The Tories lose 1000 seats at English Local Elections, GB News in ‘significant breach' of Ofcom rules and the news that a New York, civil case jury has found that Donald Trump sexually abused and defamed writer E Jean Carroll / with journalist and lecturer Simon Pia. Recommendations Stuart: Future Economy Scotland is a non-partisan think tank that aims to create a new economy that is democratic, sustainable and just. We believe that Scotland cannot overcome the intertwined challenges it faces by making minor tweaks to the status quo. Instead, we must embrace bold new ideas to transform the economy. https://www.futureeconomy.scot/  Simon: Barry stars Bill Hader as a depressed, low-rent hitman from the Midwest. Lonely and dissatisfied in his life, he reluctantly travels to Los Angeles to execute a hit on an aspiring actor. Barry follows his “mark” into an acting class and ends up finding an accepting community in a group of eager hopefuls within the LA theater scene.  https://www.hbo.com/barry  The Devil's Chessboard: Allen Dulles, the CIA, and the Rise of America's Secret Government (Paperback) https://www.waterstones.com/book/the-devils-chessboard/david-talbot/9780008159689  Eamonn: The Counteroffensive with Tim Mak A war correspondent's open notebook, reporting live from Ukraine. https://counteroffensive.substack.com/?utm_source=substack&utm_medium=web&utm_campaign=reader2&utm_source=%2Fsearch%2Fcounter%2520offensive&utm_medium=reader2 

Stanno dopo meno di un anno venendo fuori le insidie dei modelli di linguaggio, anche se prima si vedevano già dalla guida automatica, tutte riassumibili in: chi si prende la colpa?È una questione di tutela legale, capire chi deve prendersi la colpa per un errore che nessuno di fatto commesso Tutti i miei link: https://linktr.ee/br1brownFonti:What happens when ChatGPT lies about real people? Defamed by ChatGPTItaly's ChatGPT ban spreads to France, Germany and IrelandTELEGRAMINSTAGRAMSe ti va supportami https://it.tipeee.com/br1brown/

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Siraj and Jay unpack the Dominion Defamation Lawsuit against Fox News and how the two parties settled before any Fox News personality made it to the witness stand. Also, the two discuss the latest controversy surrounding Supreme Court Justice Clarence Thomas, PLUS Artificial Intelligence is going nuts... will it be the end of all human life? It's EVERYTHING that makes you want to drink on Habibi Power Hour.Support the showJoin our community: https://habibibros.locals.comStore: https://habibibros.us/ Premium store: https://www.bonfire.com/store/habibi-bros/ The Habibi Bros. is a collective of Siraj Hashmi & Mujahed Kobbe, who host "Habibi Power Hour," an irreverent political podcast for the independent-minded where speaking truth is essentially 100% the goal.

Episode Breakdown: Intro | 0:00 Beer Breakdowns | 5:29 Metal News | 18:17 Album Releases | 25:58 Certified BREWTAL Bangers | 33:25 Featured Band | 46:02 Hopwolves, you know what time it is... Episode 73 has the bois saying farewell to our furry friend Abby, this episode's for you, and getting some old school couch co-op with It Takes Two. This episode was recorded on 3/31/23. This week's Beer Breakdowns include CHONK Sunday Sour from Drekker Brewing Co. (Todd's Pick) and ZOMBIE ICE from 3 Floyd's Brewing (Arie's Pick). The boys open up the metal floodgates to discuss Kardavox Academy hosting a killer vocal contest with guest judges that will blow your MIND for the Metal News of the Week. New Music includes bangers from DEFAMED, SHADECARRIER, FRESH WOUNDS, WORM SHEPHERD, CATTLE DECAPITATION, and AFTER THE BURIAL that will have you begging for more among a slew of other filthy tracks/albums. As always we're leaving our favorite part for last with an in-depth discussion of the track No Survivors (feat. Scott Ian Lewis of Carnifex) from five-piece symphonic deathcore outfit THE CONVALESCENCE. Turn it up to 11, crack open that beer, it's about to get BREWTAL! Artwork by megabeast Kevin Burfield Intro track by absolute legend ZaKrahe  Brewtal was chopped and sliced by Arie Lombardozzi of Death Dealer Productions with additional production from Todd Bailey.

Need new music? You've come to the right place! We discuss last weeks offerings from The Ongoing Concept, nothing, nowhere; City and Colour, boygenius, Dead Lakes, Bury Tomorrow, Defamed, and more. A big Top 7 records to watch out for this week, and as always, get the full list at Mike's Instagram, @slappyslam! WELCOME OUR NEW TITLE SPONSOR - OPEN YOUR EARS RECORDS! And they are BUSY dropping absolute bangers like the new single / video from The Burden. It's called "Losing Your Exterior" and it gives you that epic post-hardcore sound that I KNOW you crave. Check it out on OYE Records youtube, and preorder the NEW ALBUM "Terminal" (out April 14) NOW at OYErecs.com. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Heather Wilson, co-founder of the crowdfunding platform GiveSendGo, told The Daily Signal that the Anti-Defamation League, a prominent Jewish legal advocacy group, smeared her organization.“The Anti-Defamation League defamed us [without] having any facts behind it,” Wilson said, emphasizing the word in an interview Thursday at the Conservative Political Action Conference.She said the organization was referring to alleged extremists “who are raising funds for legal fees, because we allow that on GiveSendGo, because we allow it in the United States of America.”The Anti-Defamation League, or ADL, did not respond to The Daily Signal‘s request for comment.Wilson, whose organization allows individuals to raise funds for a wide variety of peaceful and legal causes, faulted ADL for putting out “a hit piece on GiveSendGo,” referring to a January report titled “How Bigots and Extremists Collect and Use Millions in Online Donations.”“It said GiveSendGo was the main crowdfunder of these extremist terrorist groups and they quoted some numbers, however many millions of dollars have been raised by extremist terrorist groups on GiveSendGo, but they don't quote any [specific] campaigns,” Wilson said. “So they might put like one or two and if you click on the campaigns they're quoting, there's like $400 or $250.”Wilson said ADL never reached out to GiveSendGo for comment.“What it comes down to, they never reached out to us,” she recalled. “Usually if you're going to put a piece out on somebody, you want to get the other's opinion or some talking points or, ‘What do you think?' Give us a chance.”Wilson joins "The Daily Signal Podcast" to discuss the work of GiveSendGo. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Episode 68 Breakdown: Intro | 0:00 Beer Breakdowns | 8:16 Metal News | 20:51 Album Releases | 28:14 Certified BREWTAL Bangers | 33:55 Featured Band | 42:04 Hopwolves, you know what time it is... Episode 68 has Todd ending the week on a high note with some pinballz while Arie had an eventful week of, well, events! This week's Beer Breakdowns include CABO SABRO TROPICAL IPA from Family Business Beer Co (Todd's Pick) and 2X HAZE from Southern Tier Brewing Co (Arie's Pick). The boys open up the metal floodgates to discuss the growing battle of merch cuts for the Metal News of the Week. New Music includes bangers from TO THE GRAVE, HEAVENSGATE, DEFAMED, MENTAL CRULETY, BODYSNATCHER, and OV SULFER that will have you begging for more among a slew of other filthy tracks/albums. As always we're leaving our favorite part for last with an in-depth discussion of the track Labrinthian from genre bending two-piece metal outfit EXALTED SIGIL. Turn it up to 11, crack open that beer, it's about to get BREWTAL! Artwork by megabeast Kevin Burfield Intro track by absolute legend ZaKrahe  Brewtal was chopped and sliced by Arie Lombardozzi of Death Dealer Productions with additional production from Todd Bailey.

Comparing Politico's charge that Trump dined with "holocaust denier" and "white nationalist" (Kanye and Fuentes) to the Pharisees calling Jesus insane with a demon.  We have to stop dancing to their music. Jesus Christ never tried to justify himself that he was not insane -- why to Christians try to justify themselves in the eyes of the Antichrist?

Ariadna Jacob is one tough woman! She's been thriving as an entrepreneur in entertainment and social media for many years. She's worked with everyone from Britney Spears, Gary V, and just about every major brand you can think of. Now she finds herself in the middle of a multi million dollar lawsuit against The New York Times. Getcha popcorn ready for this one! Follow Action Junkeez on IG!! https://www.instagram.com/actionjunkeezpodcast/ Follow Jon Orlando on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/JonOrlando/ Follow George Carmona on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/mr_george_carmona/ Follow Ariadna Jacob on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/littlemissjacob/ This is a Podcast Junkeez production recorded out of Sticky Paws Studios in Las Vegas, Nevada. https://stickypawsstudios.com --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/action-junkeez/support

Tractors are beginning to arrive on central city roads as part of a nationwide protest organised by Groundswell. We catch up with one of the Dunedin organisers Lucy Thomson to find out what it's all about Journalist David Farrier claims that Sean Plunket, "the man with millions behind him" defamed him in series of tweets last night The Gaurav Sharma drama is about to come to an end with the announcement of the by-election date

Even hours after the viral photos showing Haitian migrants being whipped by border patrol agents were refuted as fake, Homeland Security Secretary Alejandro Mayorkas still came out to comment on how "outrageous" the images are. Then, tune in for sound cuts from Biden's (rare) interview, this one with CNN's Jake Tapper.

Join the Argue Bros as they talk about cancel culture and the Sandy Hook defamation trial against Alex Jones. The guys discuss whether this infringes on free speech. Will the conspiracy theory group allow this kind of attack on their brethren? Most importantly, will the U.S. make a trade deal for Britany Griner? If you like to hear a slew of topics argued and discussed, from anime to conspiracy theories to finances by 2, sometimes even “unique and always biased opinions”, then by all means follow us on the socials below: @JestFreeman (https://nicopengin.com/category/jestfreeman/) @FredinProgresss (https://linktr.ee/FIPSolution) @NicoPengin (https://nicopengin.com/links) Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/argue-bros/support --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/argue-bros/support

News Corp co-chairman Lachlan Murdoch has filed defamation proceedings against Crikey, alleging it accused him of being complicit with Donald Trump in the deadly 2021 Capitol riots.Crikey had published an analysis piece by political editor Bernard Keane that labelled the Murdoch family "unindicted co-conspirators" of Trump following the riots.The lawsuit could be the first test of new defamation laws in force across much of Australia that require plaintiffs to show a publication has, or is likely to cause, serious harm to their reputation.Murdoch's lawyers claim the Crikey article meets that test, because of the alleged “allegations of criminality” and so-called “sensational language used” in the analysis piece.Crikey's publishers have welcomed the lawsuit, saying the outlet will not be silenced.Today on Please Explain, legal affairs and investigative reporter Michaela Whitbourn joins Bianca Hall to discuss this most unusual case. Click to subscribe https://subscribe.theage.com.au/ or https://subscribe.smh.com.au/Subscribe to The Age & SMH: https://subscribe.smh.com.au/See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

News Corp co-chairman Lachlan Murdoch has filed defamation proceedings against Crikey, alleging it accused him of being complicit with Donald Trump in the deadly 2021 Capitol riots.Crikey had published an analysis piece by political editor Bernard Keane that labelled the Murdoch family "unindicted co-conspirators" of Trump following the riots.The lawsuit could be the first test of new defamation laws in force across much of Australia that require plaintiffs to show a publication has, or is likely to cause, serious harm to their reputation.Murdoch's lawyers claim the Crikey article meets that test, because of the alleged “allegations of criminality” and so-called “sensational language used” in the analysis piece.Crikey's publishers have welcomed the lawsuit, saying the outlet will not be silenced.Today on Please Explain, legal affairs and investigative reporter Michaela Whitbourn joins Bianca Hall to discuss this most unusual case. Click to subscribe https://subscribe.theage.com.au/ or https://subscribe.smh.com.au/Subscribe to The Age & SMH: https://subscribe.smh.com.au/See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

AP correspondent Mike Gracia reports on Moore-Defamation-Lawsuit.

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Live from the no panic zone—I'm Steve Gruber—I am America's Voice—God Bless America this is the Steve Gruber FIERCE AND FEARLESS – in Pursuit of the truth—   Here are three big things you need to know right now—  ONE - A Michigan woman who was murdered with her mother and son, sought court protection was denied   TWO- The FBI has raided a Michigan auto supplier that's owned by China   THREE- A Lansing area pollster says he has been defamed by Kevin Rinke

Nancy is reporting from San Francisco, because your roving journos go where the story leads, whether that's a discount motel room in Fairfax, Virginia, or a 30-room mansion with a view of the Painted Ladies. First order of business is not The Verdict, but Teal Swan and recent episodes of Hulu series The Deep End, whose jaw-dropping scenes of alternate therapy have pushed Sarah from her neutrality. Embedding trauma in your lost followers is dangerous stuff. By the way, Sarah and Nancy agree you can use your sex appeal for the greater good, but that ain't what Teal Swan is doing.Now for That Verdict. How does a trial change when it has a jury? How could Heard's statement that she was “a public figure representing domestic abuse” be defamatory? Is this verdict “chilling,” as legacy media claims, or a “major victory” as Depp supporters believe? What if it's neither? Discussed: blackout drinking, revelations of the Depp-Heard therapy sessions, and why the ACLU is not covering itself in glory.Various and sundry: Sarah can't ID one Gary Cooper movie; Nancy doesn't grock what Sarah means when she asks about Maverick. Sarah finds social psychologist Jonathan Haidt's voice “fundamentally soothing”; teenage Nancy runs into Paul Newman. Sarah waxes poetic about crow's feet; Nancy explains why you should always keep tweezers in your car.Sarah goes for brooding pretty boys; Nancy likes he-men. Or something like that.Smoke 'Em If You Got 'Em only gets better when you become a free or paid subscriber.Episode notes:The Deep End, documentary series about Teal Swan Sarah compares a Teal Swan group meeting to those held at Esalen (which has a pretty swank location tbh)Teal Swan addresses episode two of The Deep End:Satanic ritual abuse + hot thigh action is a thing“The Actual Malice of the Johnny Depp Trial,” by A.O. Scott (NYT)“‘Men Always Win': Survivors ‘Sickened' by the Amber Heard Verdict,” by EJ Dickson (Rolling Stone)“Jessica Winter: The Johnny Depp–Amber Heard Verdict Is Chilling” (New Yorker)Texts from Depp's assistant Stephen Deuters, ruled out of US trial as hearsay (reddit)Depp-Heard Marital Therapist Dr. Laurel Anderson testimony“The Depp-Heard Trial and the Demise of the ACLU,” by Jonathan TurleyMeanwhile, over in East Germany…“The Case Against the Trauma Plot,” by Parul Sehgal (New Yorker)Blackout: Remembering the Things I Drank to Forget, by Sarah Hepola“The ACLU Has Lost Its Way,” by Lara Bazelon (Atlantic)Mighty Ira official trailerThe Fountainhead (1949), official trailer”America's Girls” podcast, with Sarah Hepola (Texas Monthly)“Ex-Washington cheerleaders shaken by lewd videos: ‘I Don't Think They Saw Us As People,'” by Beth Reinhard, Liz Clarke, Alice Crites, and Will Hobson (Washington Post) As I Am, by Patricia Neal (Amazon)“Uniquely Stupid and Incredibly Coddled: Jonathan Haidt On How We Lost Our Collective Minds (And Whether We'll Ever Find Them Again),” The Unspeakable podcast with Meghan DaumWe love the strikingly brilliant journalist Pamela Colloff, and you will tooOutro song: “Cruel to Be Kind” by Nick LoweAnd for all those hustlers out there …Run the table by becoming a free or paid subscriberEveryone is welcome at our party, so please share the love that is Smoke 'Em If You Got 'Em This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit smokeempodcast.substack.com/subscribe

Jury finds both Amber Heard and Johnny Depp liable for defamation in their lawsuits against each other. Listen for more details. To learn more about how CNN protects listener privacy, visit cnn.com/privacy

On this weeks episode Fae and Timmie Terror talk about this weeks fire new music. Everything from Traditional Beatdown Hardcore to Shoegaze Grunge. This weeks bands include: Terror, Moodring, Saviour, Vagrants, The Oklahoma Kid, Duskystar, Crossed Hands, Distant, Defamed, King of Scorn, Void of Vision, Erase Them, And Hell Followed With, Allt, Dagger Threat and No Life.

Things you'll learn in this episode of Our Prophet:Who started the practice of defaming the Prophet?Examples of objectionable hadiths found in booksUmayyad's evil agendaWhy was recording hadiths banned for a century?When did the first book of Seerah appear?Jewish influence on Muslim societiesTo watch on YouTube: https://youtu.be/a6_0DZaokJEHelp us create the most comprehensive biography of the Prophet of Islam. Dedicate episodes in the memory of your loved ones by visiting https://thaqlain.org/ourprophet.Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/our-prophet/donations

This week Sam, Marcos, and Bring Me The Horizon welcome Ed Sheeran to the alt community! Plus we review new albums from Smrtdeath, Jeris Johnson, Circa Survive, Rolo Tomassi, and PENGSHUi! Not to mention news from Dance Gavin Dance, Every Time I Die, Cane Hill, sadeyes, Crossfaith, Spite, Defamed, Windwaker and more!   Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0jp0fpudUz7gvu0SFaXhK3?si=j2BEVESFTGWkOyewnqLgaA Patreon: Patreon.com/sotspodcast Promo: Sotspodcast.com/contact Merch: Sotspodcast.com/merch Twitter: https://twitter.com/SOTSPodcast Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/sotspodcast Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/sotspodcast

There is so much that happens on social media, some good, but also some bad. I'm sharing my unfortunate experience being sexually harassed and defamed on Instagram and sharing how Instagram did not help me to solve the problem. 

Subject: "The Church, The Called Out." (I Corinthians 4: 10-14). Who are we, who am I?

Subject: "The Church, The Called Out" -(I Corinthians 4: 9-13). Who are we, who am I?

Subject: "The Church, The Called Out" -(I Corinthians 4: 9-13). Who are we? Or Who am I?

If Pritzker doesn't not care about Kyle Rittenhouse, an Illinois resident, being found not guilty by a trial jury, I am sounding the alarm that Pritzker doesn't not care at all for the average Illinoisan. Click HERE to donate and subscribe. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/realpeopleusa/support

Holmberg's Morning Sickness - Opening Break - Friday November 19, 2021

Steve Price speaks to Former Special Forces Officer Heston Russell as a group of veterans are demanding an apology from the ABC over a claim Australian soldiers killed an Afghan prisoner. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Generally, defamers do not defame people who they think will punch them in the mouth.... Brennans solicitors Lawyers - Property, commercial, disputes, Wills and estates

DOCUMENTATION OF THE STATE'S ONGOING CRIMINAL PATTERN OF CONDUCT WHILE I REMAIN HOMELESS SLEEPING OVERNIGHT AT THIRD PARTY FACILITATING VENUE- ONTARIO MUSEUM OF HISTORY AND ART LOCATED AT 225 S. EUCLID AVE., ONTARIO, CA. THIS DOCUMENTATION CAPTURES THE STATE FOLLOWING ME AS I GO TO AND FROM THIS LOCATION. DOCUMENTATION OF THE STATE'S ONGOING CRIMINAL PATTERN OF CONDUCT WHILE I REMAIN KIDNAPPED BY THE SAN BERNARDINO COUNTY SHERIFF'S DEPARTMENT PURSUANT TO THE CRIMINAL ACT OF A FICTITIOUS PROSECUTION, THE PEOPLE OF THE STATE OF CALIFORNIA v ERICA LORRAINE SPENCER CASE NO. MWV20000640, PERPETRATED BY THE STATE ACTING VIA THE ONTARIO POLICE DEPARTMENT, THE RANCHO CUCAMONGA SUPERIOR COURT AND THE JUDGES AND ATTORNEYS PARTICIPATING IN THE CRIMINAL ACT OF OBSTRUCTION OF JUSTICE. THE STATE ALSO ACTS VIA THE SAN BERNARDINO COUNTY DISTRICT ATTORNEY'S OFFICE, THE SAN BERNARDINO COUNTY PUBLIC DEFENDER'S OFFICE, AND THE SAN BERNARDINO COUNTY PROBATION DEPARTMENT- ALL WHILE I REMAINED SUBJECT TO BEING CRIMINALLY MONITORED VIA COMMUNICATION DEVICES BY THE STATE. THE SAN BERNARDINO COUNTY SHERIFF'S DEPARTMENT ENGAGED IN KIDNAPPING ME WHILE I WAS CEASELESSLY MONITORED VIA COMMUNICATION DEVICES, HARASSED, THREATENED, DEFAMED, AND SUBJECTED TO PHYSICAL AND SEXUAL VIOLENCE BY THE STATE INSIDE THE STATE FACILITATING VENUE- GLEN HELEN REHABILITATION CENTER LOCATED AT 18000 INSTITUTION RD., SAN BERNARDINO, CA; STATE FACILITATING VENUE- CENTRAL DETENTION CENTER LOCATED AT 630 E. RIALTO AVE., SAN BERNARDINO, CA; AND STATE FACILITATING VENUE- WEST VALLEY DETENTION CENTER LOCATED AT 9500 ETIWANDA AVE., RANCHO CUCAMONGA, CA. THIS DOCUMENTATION CAPTURES THE GROUP STALKING AND MONITORING, CRIMINAL FACILITATION, CRIMINAL HARASSMENT AND CRIMINALLY THREATENING CONDUCT OF THE ONTARIO POLICE DEPARTMENT AND THE ONTARIO FIRE DEPARTMENT. THIS DOCUMENTATION CAPTURES THE GROUP STALKING AND MONITORING, CRIMINAL FACILITATION, CRIMINAL HARASSMENT AND CRIMINALLY THREATENING CONDUCT OF THE PEOPLE OF THE STATE OF CALIFORNIA AS I TRAVEL TO AND FROM THIRD PARTY FACILITATING VENUE- ONTARIO MUSEUM OF HISTORY AND ART. THE P.O.C. (PATTERN OF CONDUCT) IS ERICA LORRAINE SPENCER'S PODCAST THAT SERVES TO PUBLISH THE REALTIME AUDIO DOCUMENTATION OF THE PUBLIC ENTITY, THE STATE OF CALIFORNIA, AS IT IS ENGAGED IN A CEASELESS, MALICIOUS, AND CRIMINAL PATTERN OF CONDUCT (POC) INTENDED TO MONITOR MYSEL, AN AMERICAN CITIZEN. THIS IS EVIDENCE OF AN UNPRECEDENTED CRIME COMMITTED AND FACILITATED BY THE STATE OF CALIFORNIA AS IT IS IN CEASELESS ACTION. THE STATE'S CRIMINAL SYSTEM IS REFERRED TO AS FEDERAL GROUP STALKING & MONITORING VIA COMMUNICATION DEVICES AND IT IS IN VIOLATION OF EXISTING FEDERAL LAW: 18 U.S.C. §§ 2261A(1) & 2261A(2). I FURTHER ADVOCATE ADDITIONAL FEDERAL LEGISLATION DESIGNED TO ADDRESS EVERY CRIMINAL TACTIC OF A PUBLIC ENTITY ENGAGED IN CRIMINAL MONITORING WITH COMMUNICATION DEVICES (SYSTEMATIC INFLICTION OF INHUMANE SUFFERING [S.I.I.S.] FEDERAL LEGISLATION). THE STATE'S P.O.C. IS CRIMINAL AS IT IS MONITORING IN CONCERT WITH THE PEOPLE OF THE STATE VIA COMMUNICATION DEVICES BY CEASELESS ENGAGEMENT IN THE 3 CRIMINAL ELEMENTS FOR MONITORING: 1. LIGHT, 2. ACTIVITY (AUDIBLE/VISIBLE/ SENSATIONAL), AND 3. RELEVANT POSITIONING (PERPETUAL PRESENCE IN MY PATH, WHICH IS STALKING THAT IS ACCOMPLISHED AS A GROUP). FURTHER RELEVANT CONTEXT IS THAT THE STATE'S P.O.C. IS NOT ONLY CRIMINAL- IT IS OF THE DEMONIC. INDEED, THIS IS A SATANIC MONITORING SYSTEM PRACTICED IN THE STATE OF CALIFORNIA. SEE THE PATTERN OF CONDUCT WEBSITE: HTTPS://THEPATTERNOFCONDUCT.WORDPRESS.COM

DOCUMENTATION OF THE STATE'S ONGOING CRIMINAL PATTERN OF CONDUCT WHILE I REMAIN HOMELESS SLEEPING OVERNIGHT AT THIRD PARTY FACILITATING VENUE- ONTARIO MUSEUM OF HISTORY AND ART LOCATED AT 225 S. EUCLID AVE., ONTARIO, CA. THIS DOCUMENTATION CAPTURES THE STATE FOLLOWING ME AS I GO TO AND FROM THIS LOCATION. DOCUMENTATION OF THE STATE'S ONGOING CRIMINAL PATTERN OF CONDUCT WHILE I REMAIN KIDNAPPED BY THE SAN BERNARDINO COUNTY SHERIFF'S DEPARTMENT PURSUANT TO THE CRIMINAL ACT OF A FICTITIOUS PROSECUTION, THE PEOPLE OF THE STATE OF CALIFORNIA v ERICA LORRAINE SPENCER CASE NO. MWV20000640, PERPETRATED BY THE STATE ACTING VIA THE ONTARIO POLICE DEPARTMENT, THE RANCHO CUCAMONGA SUPERIOR COURT AND THE JUDGES AND ATTORNEYS PARTICIPATING IN THE CRIMINAL ACT OF OBSTRUCTION OF JUSTICE. THE STATE ALSO ACTS VIA THE SAN BERNARDINO COUNTY DISTRICT ATTORNEY'S OFFICE, THE SAN BERNARDINO COUNTY PUBLIC DEFENDER'S OFFICE, AND THE SAN BERNARDINO COUNTY PROBATION DEPARTMENT- ALL WHILE I REMAINED SUBJECT TO BEING CRIMINALLY MONITORED VIA COMMUNICATION DEVICES BY THE STATE. THE SAN BERNARDINO COUNTY SHERIFF'S DEPARTMENT ENGAGED IN KIDNAPPING ME WHILE I WAS CEASELESSLY MONITORED VIA COMMUNICATION DEVICES, HARASSED, THREATENED, DEFAMED, AND SUBJECTED TO PHYSICAL AND SEXUAL VIOLENCE BY THE STATE INSIDE THE STATE FACILITATING VENUE- GLEN HELEN REHABILITATION CENTER LOCATED AT 18000 INSTITUTION RD., SAN BERNARDINO, CA; STATE FACILITATING VENUE- CENTRAL DETENTION CENTER LOCATED AT 630 E. RIALTO AVE., SAN BERNARDINO, CA; AND STATE FACILITATING VENUE- WEST VALLEY DETENTION CENTER LOCATED AT 9500 ETIWANDA AVE., RANCHO CUCAMONGA, CA. THIS DOCUMENTATION CAPTURES THE GROUP STALKING AND MONITORING, CRIMINAL FACILITATION, CRIMINAL HARASSMENT AND CRIMINALLY THREATENING CONDUCT OF THE ONTARIO POLICE DEPARTMENT. THIS DOCUMENTATION CAPTURES THE GROUP STALKING AND MONITORING, CRIMINAL FACILITATION, CRIMINAL HARASSMENT AND CRIMINALLY THREATENING CONDUCT OF THE PEOPLE OF THE STATE OF CALIFORNIA AS I TRAVEL TO AND FROM THIRD PARTY FACILITATING VENUE- ONTARIO MUSEUM OF HISTORY AND ART. THE P.O.C. (PATTERN OF CONDUCT) IS ERICA LORRAINE SPENCER'S PODCAST THAT SERVES TO PUBLISH THE REALTIME AUDIO DOCUMENTATION OF THE PUBLIC ENTITY, THE STATE OF CALIFORNIA, AS IT IS ENGAGED IN A CEASELESS, MALICIOUS, AND CRIMINAL PATTERN OF CONDUCT (POC) INTENDED TO MONITOR MYSEL, AN AMERICAN CITIZEN. THIS IS EVIDENCE OF AN UNPRECEDENTED CRIME COMMITTED AND FACILITATED BY THE STATE OF CALIFORNIA AS IT IS IN CEASELESS ACTION. THE STATE'S CRIMINAL SYSTEM IS REFERRED TO AS FEDERAL GROUP STALKING & MONITORING VIA COMMUNICATION DEVICES AND IT IS IN VIOLATION OF EXISTING FEDERAL LAW: 18 U.S.C. §§ 2261A(1) & 2261A(2). I FURTHER ADVOCATE ADDITIONAL FEDERAL LEGISLATION DESIGNED TO ADDRESS EVERY CRIMINAL TACTIC OF A PUBLIC ENTITY ENGAGED IN CRIMINAL MONITORING WITH COMMUNICATION DEVICES (SYSTEMATIC INFLICTION OF INHUMANE SUFFERING [S.I.I.S.] FEDERAL LEGISLATION). THE STATE'S P.O.C. IS CRIMINAL AS IT IS MONITORING IN CONCERT WITH THE PEOPLE OF THE STATE VIA COMMUNICATION DEVICES BY CEASELESS ENGAGEMENT IN THE 3 CRIMINAL ELEMENTS FOR MONITORING: 1. LIGHT, 2. ACTIVITY (AUDIBLE/VISIBLE/ SENSATIONAL), AND 3. RELEVANT POSITIONING (PERPETUAL PRESENCE IN MY PATH, WHICH IS STALKING THAT IS ACCOMPLISHED AS A GROUP). FURTHER RELEVANT CONTEXT IS THAT THE STATE'S P.O.C. IS NOT ONLY CRIMINAL- IT IS OF THE DEMONIC. INDEED, THIS IS A SATANIC MONITORING SYSTEM PRACTICED IN THE STATE OF CALIFORNIA. SEE THE PATTERN OF CONDUCT WEBSITE: HTTPS://THEPATTERNOFCONDUCT.WORDPRESS.COM

DOCUMENTATION OF THE STATE'S ONGOING CRIMINAL PATTERN OF CONDUCT WHILE I REMAIN HOMELESS SLEEPING OVERNIGHT AT THIRD PARTY FACILITATING VENUE- ONTARIO MUSEUM OF HISTORY AND ART LOCATED AT 225 S. EUCLID AVE., ONTARIO, CA. THIS DOCUMENTATION CAPTURES THE STATE FOLLOWING ME AS I GO TO AND FROM THIS LOCATION. THIS DOCUMENTATION CAPTURES THE GROUP STALKING AND MONITORING, CRIMINAL FACILITATION, CRIMINAL HARASSMENT AND CRIMINALLY THREATENING CONDUCT OF THE ONTARIO POLICE DEPARTMENT, AMR AMBULANCE, THE ONTARIO FIRE DEPARTMENT, AND THE RANCHO CUCAMONGA POLICE DEPARTMENT. DOCUMENTATION OF THE STATE'S ONGOING CRIMINAL PATTERN OF CONDUCT WHILE I REMAIN KIDNAPPED BY THE SAN BERNARDINO COUNTY SHERIFF'S DEPARTMENT PURSUANT TO THE CRIMINAL ACT OF A FICTITIOUS PROSECUTION, THE PEOPLE OF THE STATE OF CALIFORNIA v ERICA LORRAINE SPENCER CASE NO. MWV20000640, PERPETRATED BY THE STATE ACTING VIA THE ONTARIO POLICE DEPARTMENT, THE RANCHO CUCAMONGA SUPERIOR COURT AND THE JUDGES AND ATTORNEYS PARTICIPATING IN THE CRIMINAL ACT OF OBSTRUCTION OF JUSTICE. THE STATE ALSO ACTS VIA THE SAN BERNARDINO COUNTY DISTRICT ATTORNEY'S OFFICE, THE SAN BERNARDINO COUNTY PUBLIC DEFENDER'S OFFICE, AND THE SAN BERNARDINO COUNTY PROBATION DEPARTMENT- ALL WHILE I REMAINED SUBJECT TO BEING CRIMINALLY MONITORED VIA COMMUNICATION DEVICES BY THE STATE. THE SAN BERNARDINO COUNTY SHERIFF'S DEPARTMENT ENGAGED IN KIDNAPPING ME WHILE I WAS CEASELESSLY MONITORED VIA COMMUNICATION DEVICES, HARASSED, THREATENED, DEFAMED, AND SUBJECTED TO PHYSICAL AND SEXUAL VIOLENCE BY THE STATE INSIDE THE STATE FACILITATING VENUE- GLEN HELEN REHABILITATION CENTER LOCATED AT 18000 INSTITUTION RD., SAN BERNARDINO, CA; STATE FACILITATING VENUE- CENTRAL DETENTION CENTER LOCATED AT 630 E. RIALTO AVE., SAN BERNARDINO, CA; AND STATE FACILITATING VENUE- WEST VALLEY DETENTION CENTER LOCATED AT 9500 ETIWANDA AVE., RANCHO CUCAMONGA, CA. THIS DOCUMENTATION CAPTURES THE GROUP STALKING AND MONITORING, CRIMINAL FACILITATION, CRIMINAL HARASSMENT AND CRIMINALLY THREATENING CONDUCT OF THE PEOPLE OF THE STATE OF CALIFORNIA AS I TRAVEL TO AND FROM THIRD PARTY FACILITATING VENUE- ONTARIO MUSEUM OF HISTORY AND ART. THE P.O.C. (PATTERN OF CONDUCT) IS ERICA LORRAINE SPENCER'S PODCAST THAT SERVES TO PUBLISH THE REALTIME AUDIO DOCUMENTATION OF THE PUBLIC ENTITY, THE STATE OF CALIFORNIA, AS IT IS ENGAGED IN A CEASELESS, MALICIOUS, AND CRIMINAL PATTERN OF CONDUCT (POC) INTENDED TO MONITOR MYSEL, AN AMERICAN CITIZEN. THIS IS EVIDENCE OF AN UNPRECEDENTED CRIME COMMITTED AND FACILITATED BY THE STATE OF CALIFORNIA AS IT IS IN CEASELESS ACTION. THE STATE'S CRIMINAL SYSTEM IS REFERRED TO AS FEDERAL GROUP STALKING & MONITORING VIA COMMUNICATION DEVICES AND IT IS IN VIOLATION OF EXISTING FEDERAL LAW: 18 U.S.C. §§ 2261A(1) & 2261A(2). I FURTHER ADVOCATE ADDITIONAL FEDERAL LEGISLATION DESIGNED TO ADDRESS EVERY CRIMINAL TACTIC OF A PUBLIC ENTITY ENGAGED IN CRIMINAL MONITORING WITH COMMUNICATION DEVICES (SYSTEMATIC INFLICTION OF INHUMANE SUFFERING [S.I.I.S.] FEDERAL LEGISLATION). THE STATE'S P.O.C. IS CRIMINAL AS IT IS MONITORING IN CONCERT WITH THE PEOPLE OF THE STATE VIA COMMUNICATION DEVICES BY CEASELESS ENGAGEMENT IN THE 3 CRIMINAL ELEMENTS FOR MONITORING: 1. LIGHT, 2. ACTIVITY (AUDIBLE/VISIBLE/ SENSATIONAL), AND 3. RELEVANT POSITIONING (PERPETUAL PRESENCE IN MY PATH, WHICH IS STALKING THAT IS ACCOMPLISHED AS A GROUP). FURTHER RELEVANT CONTEXT IS THAT THE STATE'S P.O.C. IS NOT ONLY CRIMINAL- IT IS OF THE DEMONIC. INDEED, THIS IS A SATANIC MONITORING SYSTEM PRACTICED IN THE STATE OF CALIFORNIA. SEE THE PATTERN OF CONDUCT WEBSITE: HTTPS://THEPATTERNOFCONDUCT.WORDPRESS.COM

DOCUMENTATION OF THE STATE'S ONGOING CRIMINAL PATTERN OF CONDUCT WHILE I REMAIN HOMELESS SLEEPING OVERNIGHT AT THIRD PARTY FACILITATING VENUE- ONTARIO MUSEUM OF HISTORY AND ART LOCATED AT 225 S. EUCLID AVE., ONTARIO, CA. THIS DOCUMENTATION CAPTURES THE STATE FOLLOWING ME AS I GO TO AND FROM THIS LOCATION. THIS DOCUMENTATION CAPTURES THE GROUP STALKING AND MONITORING, CRIMINAL FACILITATION, CRIMINAL HARASSMENT AND CRIMINALLY THREATENING CONDUCT OF THE ONTARIO POLICE DEPARTMENT, THE CHINO POLICE DEPARTMENT, AMR AMBULANCE, AND THE ONTARIO FIRE DEPARTMENT. THIS DOCUMENTATION CAPTURES THE GROUP STALKING AND MONITORING, CRIMINAL FACILITATION, CRIMINAL HARASSMENT AND CRIMINALLY THREATENING CONDUCT OF THE PEOPLE OF THE STATE OF CALIFORNIA AS I TRAVEL TO AND FROM THIRD PARTY FACILITATING VENUE- ONTARIO MUSEUM OF HISTORY AND ART. THIS DOCUMENTATION ALSO CAPTURES THE CRIMINAL PATTERN OF CONDUCT WHILE I REMAIN KIDNAPPED BY THE SAN BERNARDINO COUNTY SHERIFF'S DEPARTMENT PURSUANT TO THE CRIMINAL ACT OF A FICTITIOUS PROSECUTION, THE PEOPLE OF THE STATE OF CALIFORNIA v ERICA LORRAINE SPENCER CASE NO. MWV20000640, PERPETRATED BY THE STATE ACTING VIA THE ONTARIO POLICE DEPARTMENT, THE RANCHO CUCAMONGA SUPERIOR COURT AND THE JUDGES AND ATTORNEYS PARTICIPATING IN THE CRIMINAL ACT OF OBSTRUCTION OF JUSTICE. THE STATE ALSO ACTS VIA THE SAN BERNARDINO COUNTY DISTRICT ATTORNEY'S OFFICE, THE SAN BERNARDINO COUNTY PUBLIC DEFENDER'S OFFICE, AND THE SAN BERNARDINO COUNTY PROBATION DEPARTMENT- ALL WHILE I REMAINED SUBJECT TO BEING CRIMINALLY MONITORED VIA COMMUNICATION DEVICES BY THE STATE. THE SAN BERNARDINO COUNTY SHERIFF'S DEPARTMENT ENGAGED IN KIDNAPPING ME WHILE I WAS CEASELESSLY MONITORED VIA COMMUNICATION DEVICES, HARASSED, THREATENED, DEFAMED, AND SUBJECTED TO PHYSICAL AND SEXUAL VIOLENCE BY THE STATE INSIDE THE STATE FACILITATING VENUE- GLEN HELEN REHABILITATION CENTER LOCATED AT 18000 INSTITUTION RD., SAN BERNARDINO, CA; STATE FACILITATING VENUE- CENTRAL DETENTION CENTER LOCATED AT 630 E. RIALTO AVE., SAN BERNARDINO, CA; AND STATE FACILITATING VENUE- WEST VALLEY DETENTION CENTER LOCATED AT 9500 ETIWANDA AVE., RANCHO CUCAMONGA, CA. THE P.O.C. (PATTERN OF CONDUCT) IS ERICA LORRAINE SPENCER'S PODCAST THAT SERVES TO PUBLISH THE REALTIME AUDIO DOCUMENTATION OF THE PUBLIC ENTITY, THE STATE OF CALIFORNIA, AS IT IS ENGAGED IN A CEASELESS, MALICIOUS, AND CRIMINAL PATTERN OF CONDUCT (POC) INTENDED TO MONITOR MYSELF, AN AMERICAN CITIZEN. THIS IS EVIDENCE OF AN UNPRECEDENTED CRIME COMMITTED AND FACILITATED BY THE STATE OF CALIFORNIA AS IT IS IN CEASELESS ACTION. THE STATE'S CRIMINAL SYSTEM IS REFERRED TO AS FEDERAL GROUP STALKING & MONITORING VIA COMMUNICATION DEVICES AND IT IS IN VIOLATION OF EXISTING FEDERAL LAW: 18 U.S.C. §§ 2261A(1) & 2261A(2). I FURTHER ADVOCATE ADDITIONAL FEDERAL LEGISLATION DESIGNED TO ADDRESS EVERY CRIMINAL TACTIC OF A PUBLIC ENTITY ENGAGED IN CRIMINAL MONITORING WITH COMMUNICATION DEVICES (SYSTEMATIC INFLICTION OF INHUMANE SUFFERING [S.I.I.S.] FEDERAL LEGISLATION). THE STATE'S P.O.C. IS CRIMINAL AS IT IS MONITORING IN CONCERT WITH THE PEOPLE OF THE STATE VIA COMMUNICATION DEVICES BY CEASELESS ENGAGEMENT IN THE 3 CRIMINAL ELEMENTS FOR MONITORING: 1. LIGHT, 2. ACTIVITY (AUDIBLE/VISIBLE/ SENSATIONAL), AND 3. RELEVANT POSITIONING (PERPETUAL PRESENCE IN MY PATH, WHICH IS STALKING THAT IS ACCOMPLISHED AS A GROUP). FURTHER RELEVANT CONTEXT IS THAT THE STATE'S P.O.C. IS NOT ONLY CRIMINAL- IT IS OF THE DEMONIC. INDEED, THIS IS A SATANIC MONITORING SYSTEM PRACTICED IN THE STATE OF CALIFORNIA. SEE THE PATTERN OF CONDUCT WEBSITE: HTTPS://THEPATTERNOFCONDUCT.WORDPRESS.COM

DOCUMENTATION OF THE STATE'S ONGOING CRIMINAL PATTERN OF CONDUCT WHILE I REMAIN KIDNAPPED BY THE SAN BERNARDINO COUNTY SHERIFF'S DEPARTMENT PURSUANT TO THE CRIMINAL ACT OF A FICTITIOUS PROSECUTION, THE PEOPLE OF THE STATE OF CALIFORNIA v ERICA LORRAINE SPENCER, CASE NO. MWV20000640, PERPETRATED BY THE STATE ACTING VIA THE ONTARIO POLICE DEPARTMENT, THE RANCHO CUCAMONGA SUPERIOR COURT AND THE JUDGES AND ATTORNEYS PARTICIPATING IN THE CRIMINAL ACT OF OBSTRUCTION OF JUSTICE. THE STATE ALSO ACTS VIA THE SAN BERNARDINO COUNTY DISTRICT ATTORNEY'S OFFICE, THE SAN BERNARDINO COUNTY PUBLIC DEFENDER'S OFFICE, AND THE SAN BERNARDINO COUNTY PROBATION DEPARTMENT- ALL WHILE I REMAINED SUBJECT TO BEING CRIMINALLY MONITORED VIA COMMUNICATION DEVICES BY THE STATE. THE SAN BERNARDINO COUNTY SHERIFF'S DEPARTMENT ENGAGED IN KIDNAPPING ME WHILE I WAS CEASELESSLY MONITORED VIA COMMUNICATION DEVICES, HARASSED, THREATENED, DEFAMED, AND SUBJECTED TO PHYSICAL AND SEXUAL VIOLENCE BY THE STATE INSIDE THE STATE FACILITATING VENUE- GLEN HELEN REHABILITATION CENTER LOCATED AT 18000 INSTITUTION RD., SAN BERNARDINO, CA; STATE FACILITATING VENUE- CENTRAL DETENTION CENTER LOCATED AT 630 E. RIALTO AVE., SAN BERNARDINO, CA; AND STATE FACILITATING VENUE- WEST VALLEY DETENTION CENTER LOCATED AT 9500 ETIWANDA AVE., RANCHO CUCAMONGA, CA. WEST VALLEY DETENTION CENTER DEPUTIES: MCCLAIN 2318, G. VEIT 2016, M. RAMOS 3381, CARDENAS 2997, D. SALCEDO 1855, LIRA 2989, CANTRIL 3960, SKINNER 3292, FELIX 743, CHEN 736, MANKER 2516, P. MENA 1675, STEIN (EMPLOYEE H757S), BELLAMY 2623, SHARP 2919, NISHANANIAN 3164, ORTEGA 3314, SYPHAX 3321, SEIPERT 3370, MAMALITO 2473, S. THEODATE 3170, IVAN ALVARADO 2574, STUART 1520, DELGADO 3294, LEON 3236, CASTELLO 3122, WILSON 3332, A. VALDEZ 3140 (H7576), ESTRADA 3071, CRUZ 3042, CASTILLO 1154, CARTER 3205, J. YOUNG 3108, GOMEZ 3008, BARRON 2940, CASSIDY 3399, C. MESA 3209, ORTEGA 3278, TORMEY 3096, WATSON 3116, LOPEZ 1137, WOOLSEY 3942, HAMILTON 2354, HERON 3365, DEEDS 699, OBERST 3441, CORTEZ 2705, LAMPMAN 3195, ANDERSON 3308, SCZUJIC, L. GONZALEZ, DOMINGUEZ, K. VO, K. GALINDO, M. JIMENEZ, J. FLANEGAN, M. MANSFIELD, NEWCOMBE, OBERST, L. HULSEY, J. PYEONG, C. YOUNG, TELLETUAGA, MORALES, DELACRUZ, HOFFMAN, ORTIZ, A. ALVARADO, PAPEZ, HARRISON, CABRERA, D. RAMOS, TEEL, RENEAU, E. ROBERTS, J. LONG, HUERTA, CHIVALRA, C. DEDES, FIGUEROA, MORA, E. STOLL, WHITLEY, SCALISE, L. SANCHEZ, MASTEL, ELDRIDGE, ARVISO, S. GRANT, ROBINSON, MUNOZ, MENDOZA, BADGE NO. 2804, BADGE NO. 1698, BADGE NO. 2291, BADGE NO. 1989, BADGE NO. 2557, BADGE NO. 3196, BADGE NO. 2938, BADGE NO. 2949, BADGE NO. 1998, BADGE NO. 3004, BADGE NO. 3044, BADGE NO. 2024, BADGE NO. 2754. MEDICAL WORKERS: CHRISTESCU, TEJPAL, RAIZAH, CHRIS, MARISOL, CHUNA, RIO, JONES 3037, KIMBERLY H., JOHNATHAN, JASMINE, DANIELLE, CARMEN, SHARN D. 1816, CRUZ, MARISSA, M. BESHAR, JULIA, CHO, ELIZABETH. CENTRAL DETENTION CENTER DEPUTIES: ROCHESTER, FUREY, VELASQUEZ, M.UTLEY, CASTRO, FERNANDEZ, HEALY, CUPID, ROBERTS, ANENDRADE. RANCHO CUCAMONGA SUPERIOR COURT DEPUTIES: ROBINSON, HOUSTON, WOOLEY 1801, HUBBARD, APOLCADA, ORTIZ, MORALES 3005, WADDY. GLEN HELEN REHABILITATION CENTER DEPUTIES: SANCHEZ, HOLGUIN, SMITH, COOPER, MEDINA, RODRIGUEZ, RAMOS, BUSH, REID, FRANK, MURO, SANDOVAL, M. MASON, RUBLECAVA, KAHBLUYEN. MEDICAL WORKERS: HEIDI (3/4/2020). THE P.O.C. (PATTERN OF CONDUCT) IS ERICA LORRAINE SPENCER'S PODCAST THAT SERVES TO PUBLISH THE REALTIME AUDIO DOCUMENTATION OF THE PUBLIC ENTITY, THE STATE OF CALIFORNIA, AS IT IS ENGAGED IN A CEASELESS, MALICIOUS, AND CRIMINAL PATTERN OF CONDUCT (POC) INTENDED TO MONITOR MYSELF, AN AMERICAN CITIZEN. SEE THE PATTERN OF CONDUCT WEBSITE: HTTPS://THEPATTERNOFCONDUCT.WORDPRESS.COM

DOCUMENTATION OF THE STATE'S ONGOING CRIMINAL PATTERN OF CONDUCT WHILE I REMAIN INSIDE OF THE PRIVATE RESIDENCE OF THIRD PARTY, TRACEE BANKS, AT THIRD PARTY FACILITATING VENUE- WOODSIDE SENIOR APARTMENTS LOCATED AT 408 W. G ST., ONTARIO, CA. THIS DOCUMENTATION CAPTURES THE GROUP STALKING AND MONITORING, CRIMINAL FACILITATION, CRIMINAL HARASSMENT AND CRIMINALLY THREATENING CONDUCT OF THE PEOPLE OF THE STATE OF CALIFORNIA AS I REMAIN AT THIRD PARTY FACILITATING VENUE- WOODSIDE SENIOR APARTMENTS. THIS DOCUMENTATION ALSO CAPTURES THE CRIMINAL PATTERN OF CONDUCT WHILE I REMAIN KIDNAPPED BY THE SAN BERNARDINO COUNTY SHERIFF'S DEPARTMENT PURSUANT TO THE CRIMINAL ACT OF A FICTITIOUS PROSECUTION, THE PEOPLE OF THE STATE OF CALIFORNIA v ERICA LORRAINE SPENCER CASE NO. MWV20000640, PERPETRATED BY THE STATE ACTING VIA THE ONTARIO POLICE DEPARTMENT, THE RANCHO CUCAMONGA SUPERIOR COURT AND THE JUDGES AND ATTORNEYS PARTICIPATING IN THE CRIMINAL ACT OF OBSTRUCTION OF JUSTICE. THE STATE ALSO ACTS VIA THE SAN BERNARDINO COUNTY DISTRICT ATTORNEY'S OFFICE, THE SAN BERNARDINO COUNTY PUBLIC DEFENDER'S OFFICE, AND THE SAN BERNARDINO COUNTY PROBATION DEPARTMENT- ALL WHILE I REMAINED SUBJECT TO BEING CRIMINALLY MONITORED VIA COMMUNICATION DEVICES BY THE STATE. THE SAN BERNARDINO COUNTY SHERIFF'S DEPARTMENT ENGAGED IN KIDNAPPING ME WHILE I WAS CEASELESSLY MONITORED VIA COMMUNICATION DEVICES, HARASSED, THREATENED, DEFAMED, AND SUBJECTED TO PHYSICAL AND SEXUAL VIOLENCE BY THE STATE INSIDE THE STATE FACILITATING VENUE- GLEN HELEN REHABILITATION CENTER LOCATED AT 18000 INSTITUTION RD., SAN BERNARDINO, CA; STATE FACILITATING VENUE- CENTRAL DETENTION CENTER LOCATED AT 630 E. RIALTO AVE., SAN BERNARDINO, CA; AND STATE FACILITATING VENUE- WEST VALLEY DETENTION CENTER LOCATED AT 9500 ETIWANDA AVE., RANCHO CUCAMONGA, CA. THE P.O.C. (PATTERN OF CONDUCT) IS ERICA LORRAINE SPENCER'S PODCAST THAT SERVES TO PUBLISH THE REALTIME AUDIO DOCUMENTATION OF THE PUBLIC ENTITY, THE STATE OF CALIFORNIA, AS IT IS ENGAGED IN A CEASELESS, MALICIOUS, AND CRIMINAL PATTERN OF CONDUCT (POC) INTENDED TO MONITOR MYSELF, AN AMERICAN CITIZEN. THIS IS EVIDENCE OF AN UNPRECEDENTED CRIME COMMITTED AND FACILITATED BY THE STATE OF CALIFORNIA AS IT IS IN CEASELESS ACTION. THE STATE'S CRIMINAL SYSTEM IS REFERRED TO AS FEDERAL GROUP STALKING & MONITORING VIA COMMUNICATION DEVICES AND IT IS IN VIOLATION OF EXISTING FEDERAL LAW: 18 U.S.C. §§ 2261A(1) & 2261A(2). I FURTHER ADVOCATE ADDITIONAL FEDERAL LEGISLATION DESIGNED TO ADDRESS EVERY CRIMINAL TACTIC OF A PUBLIC ENTITY ENGAGED IN CRIMINAL MONITORING WITH COMMUNICATION DEVICES (SYSTEMATIC INFLICTION OF INHUMANE SUFFERING [S.I.I.S.] FEDERAL LEGISLATION). THE STATE'S P.O.C. IS CRIMINAL AS IT IS MONITORING IN CONCERT WITH THE PEOPLE OF THE STATE VIA COMMUNICATION DEVICES BY CEASELESS ENGAGEMENT IN THE 3 CRIMINAL ELEMENTS FOR MONITORING: 1. LIGHT, 2. ACTIVITY (AUDIBLE/VISIBLE/ SENSATIONAL), AND 3. RELEVANT POSITIONING (PERPETUAL PRESENCE IN MY PATH, WHICH IS STALKING THAT IS ACCOMPLISHED AS A GROUP). FURTHER RELEVANT CONTEXT IS THAT THE STATE'S P.O.C. IS NOT ONLY CRIMINAL- IT IS OF THE DEMONIC. INDEED, THIS IS A SATANIC MONITORING SYSTEM PRACTICED IN THE STATE OF CALIFORNIA. SEE THE PATTERN OF CONDUCT WEBSITE: HTTPS://THEPATTERNOFCONDUCT.WORDPRESS.COM

DOCUMENTATION OF THE STATE'S ONGOING CRIMINAL PATTERN OF CONDUCT WHILE I REMAIN INSIDE OF THE PRIVATE RESIDENCE OF THIRD PARTY, TRACEE BANKS, AT THIRD PARTY FACILITATING VENUE- WOODSIDE SENIOR APARTMENTS LOCATED AT 408 W. G ST., ONTARIO,  CA. THIS DOCUMENTATION CAPTURES THE GROUP STALKING AND MONITORING, CRIMINAL FACILITATION, CRIMINAL HARASSMENT AND CRIMINALLY THREATENING CONDUCT OF THE PEOPLE OF THE STATE OF CALIFORNIA AS I REMAIN AT THIRD PARTY FACILITATING VENUE- WOODSIDE SENIOR APARTMENTS. THIS DOCUMENTATION ALSO CAPTURES THE CRIMINAL PATTERN OF CONDUCT WHILE I REMAIN KIDNAPPED BY THE SAN BERNARDINO COUNTY SHERIFF'S DEPARTMENT PURSUANT TO THE CRIMINAL ACT OF A FICTITIOUS PROSECUTION, THE PEOPLE OF THE STATE OF CALIFORNIA v ERICA LORRAINE SPENCER CASE NO. MWV20000640, PERPETRATED BY THE STATE ACTING VIA THE ONTARIO POLICE DEPARTMENT, THE RANCHO CUCAMONGA SUPERIOR COURT AND THE JUDGES AND ATTORNEYS PARTICIPATING IN THE CRIMINAL ACT OF OBSTRUCTION OF JUSTICE. THE STATE ALSO ACTS VIA THE SAN BERNARDINO COUNTY DISTRICT ATTORNEY'S OFFICE, THE SAN BERNARDINO COUNTY PUBLIC DEFENDER'S OFFICE, AND THE SAN BERNARDINO COUNTY PROBATION DEPARTMENT- ALL WHILE I REMAINED SUBJECT TO BEING CRIMINALLY MONITORED VIA COMMUNICATION DEVICES BY THE STATE. THE SAN BERNARDINO COUNTY SHERIFF'S DEPARTMENT ENGAGED IN KIDNAPPING ME WHILE I WAS CEASELESSLY MONITORED VIA COMMUNICATION DEVICES, HARASSED, THREATENED, DEFAMED, AND SUBJECTED TO PHYSICAL AND SEXUAL VIOLENCE BY THE STATE INSIDE THE STATE FACILITATING VENUE- GLEN HELEN REHABILITATION CENTER LOCATED AT 18000 INSTITUTION RD., SAN BERNARDINO, CA; STATE FACILITATING VENUE- CENTRAL DETENTION CENTER LOCATED AT 630 E. RIALTO AVE., SAN BERNARDINO, CA; AND STATE FACILITATING VENUE- WEST VALLEY DETENTION CENTER LOCATED AT 9500 ETIWANDA AVE., RANCHO CUCAMONGA, CA. THIS DOCUMENTATION CAPTURES THE CRIMINAL FACILITATION, CRIMINAL HARASSMENT AND CRIMINALLY THREATENING CONDUCT OF THE STATE ACTING VIA STATE FACILITATING VENUES INCLUDING THE SAN BERNARDINO SUPERIOR COURT, THE CALIFORNIA COURT OF APPEALS,  4TH DISTRICT, 2ND DIVISION AND THE CALIFORNIA SUPREME COURT- EACH OF WHICH ARE DOCUMENTED UPON ENGAGEMENT IN THE STATE'S CRIMINAL PATTERN OF CONDUCT BY THE COMMISSION OF THE CRIMINAL ACT OF OBSTRUCTION OF JUSTICE VIA EVASION OF SERVICE OF PROCESS IN THE CASE ERICA LORRAINE SPENCER v PEOPLE OF THE STATE OF CALIFORNIA (CIVDS1927330) FILED AT THE SAN BERNARDINO SUPERIOR COURT ON 9/12/2019; ERICA LORRAINE SPENCER v SUPERIOR COURT OF THE STATE OF CALIFORNIA, FOR THE COUNTY OF SAN BERNARDINO (EO74139) FILED AT THE CALIFORNIA COURT OF APPEALS 4TH DISTRICT, 2ND DIVISION ON 11/20/2019; AND ERICA LORRAINE SPENCER v SUPERIOR COURT OF THE STATE OF CALIFORNIA, FOR THE COUNTY OF SAN BERNARDINO (S259974) FILED AT THE CALIFORNIA SUPREME COURT ON 1/6/2020. THE P.O.C. (PATTERN OF CONDUCT) IS ERICA LORRAINE SPENCER'S PODCAST THAT SERVES TO PUBLISH THE REALTIME AUDIO DOCUMENTATION OF THE PUBLIC ENTITY, THE STATE OF CALIFORNIA, AS IT IS ENGAGED IN A CEASELESS, MALICIOUS, AND CRIMINAL PATTERN OF CONDUCT (POC) INTENDED TO MONITOR MYSELF, AN AMERICAN CITIZEN. THIS IS EVIDENCE OF AN UNPRECEDENTED CRIME COMMITTED AND FACILITATED BY THE STATE OF CALIFORNIA AS IT IS IN  CEASELESS ACTION.  THE STATE'S CRIMINAL SYSTEM IS REFERRED TO AS FEDERAL GROUP STALKING & MONITORING VIA COMMUNICATION DEVICES AND IT IS IN VIOLATION OF EXISTING FEDERAL LAW: 18 U.S.C. §§ 2261A(1) & 2261A(2). I FURTHER ADVOCATE ADDITIONAL FEDERAL LEGISLATION DESIGNED TO ADDRESS EVERY CRIMINAL TACTIC OF A PUBLIC ENTITY ENGAGED IN CRIMINAL MONITORING WITH COMMUNICATION DEVICES (SYSTEMATIC INFLICTION OF INHUMANE SUFFERING [S.I.I.S.] FEDERAL LEGISLATION).

DOCUMENTATION OF THE STATE'S ONGOING CRIMINAL PATTERN OF CONDUCT WHILE I REMAIN INSIDE OF THE PRIVATE RESIDENCE OF THIRD PARTY, TRACEE BANKS, AT THIRD PARTY FACILITATING VENUE- WOODSIDE SENIOR APARTMENTS LOCATED AT 408 W. G ST., ONTARIO, CA. THIS DOCUMENTATION CAPTURES THE GROUP STALKING AND MONITORING, CRIMINAL FACILITATION, CRIMINAL HARASSMENT AND CRIMINALLY THREATENING CONDUCT OF THE PEOPLE OF THE STATE OF CALIFORNIA AS I REMAIN AT THIRD PARTY FACILITATING VENUE- WOODSIDE SENIOR APARTMENTS. THIS DOCUMENTATION ALSO CAPTURES THE CRIMINAL PATTERN OF CONDUCT WHILE I REMAIN KIDNAPPED BY THE SAN BERNARDINO COUNTY SHERIFF'S DEPARTMENT PURSUANT TO THE CRIMINAL ACT OF A FICTITIOUS PROSECUTION, THE PEOPLE OF THE STATE OF CALIFORNIA v ERICA LORRAINE SPENCER CASE NO. MWV20000640, PERPETRATED BY THE STATE ACTING VIA THE ONTARIO POLICE DEPARTMENT, THE RANCHO CUCAMONGA SUPERIOR COURT AND THE JUDGES AND ATTORNEYS PARTICIPATING IN THE CRIMINAL ACT OF OBSTRUCTION OF JUSTICE. THE STATE ALSO ACTS VIA THE SAN BERNARDINO COUNTY DISTRICT ATTORNEY'S OFFICE, THE SAN BERNARDINO COUNTY PUBLIC DEFENDER'S OFFICE, AND THE SAN BERNARDINO COUNTY PROBATION DEPARTMENT- ALL WHILE I REMAINED SUBJECT TO BEING CRIMINALLY MONITORED VIA COMMUNICATION DEVICES BY THE STATE. THE SAN BERNARDINO COUNTY SHERIFF'S DEPARTMENT ENGAGED IN KIDNAPPING ME WHILE I WAS CEASELESSLY MONITORED VIA COMMUNICATION DEVICES, HARASSED, THREATENED, DEFAMED, AND SUBJECTED TO PHYSICAL AND SEXUAL VIOLENCE BY THE STATE INSIDE THE STATE FACILITATING VENUE- GLEN HELEN REHABILITATION CENTER LOCATED AT 18000 INSTITUTION RD., SAN BERNARDINO, CA; STATE FACILITATING VENUE- CENTRAL DETENTION CENTER LOCATED AT 630 E. RIALTO AVE., SAN BERNARDINO, CA; AND STATE FACILITATING VENUE- WEST VALLEY DETENTION CENTER LOCATED AT 9500 ETIWANDA AVE., RANCHO CUCAMONGA, CA. THIS DOCUMENTATION CAPTURES THE CRIMINAL FACILITATION, CRIMINAL HARASSMENT AND CRIMINALLY THREATENING CONDUCT OF THE STATE ACTING VIA STATE FACILITATING VENUES INCLUDING THE SAN BERNARDINO SUPERIOR COURT, THE CALIFORNIA COURT OF APPEALS, 4TH DISTRICT, 2ND DIVISION AND THE CALIFORNIA SUPREME COURT- EACH OF WHICH ARE DOCUMENTED UPON ENGAGEMENT IN THE STATE'S CRIMINAL PATTERN OF CONDUCT BY THE COMMISSION OF THE CRIMINAL ACT OF OBSTRUCTION OF JUSTICE VIA EVASION OF SERVICE OF PROCESS IN THE CASE ERICA LORRAINE SPENCER v PEOPLE OF THE STATE OF CALIFORNIA (CIVDS1927330) FILED AT THE SAN BERNARDINO SUPERIOR COURT ON 9/12/2019; ERICA LORRAINE SPENCER v SUPERIOR COURT OF THE STATE OF CALIFORNIA, FOR THE COUNTY OF SAN BERNARDINO (EO74139) FILED AT THE CALIFORNIA COURT OF APPEALS 4TH DISTRICT, 2ND DIVISION ON 11/20/2019; AND ERICA LORRAINE SPENCER v SUPERIOR COURT OF THE STATE OF CALIFORNIA, FOR THE COUNTY OF SAN BERNARDINO (S259974) FILED AT THE CALIFORNIA SUPREME COURT ON 1/6/2020. THE P.O.C. (PATTERN OF CONDUCT) IS ERICA LORRAINE SPENCER'S PODCAST THAT SERVES TO PUBLISH THE REALTIME AUDIO DOCUMENTATION OF THE PUBLIC ENTITY, THE STATE OF CALIFORNIA, AS IT IS ENGAGED IN A CEASELESS, MALICIOUS, AND CRIMINAL PATTERN OF CONDUCT (POC) INTENDED TO MONITOR MYSELF, AN AMERICAN CITIZEN. THIS IS EVIDENCE OF AN UNPRECEDENTED CRIME COMMITTED AND FACILITATED BY THE STATE OF CALIFORNIA AS IT IS IN CEASELESS ACTION. THE STATE'S CRIMINAL SYSTEM IS REFERRED TO AS FEDERAL GROUP STALKING & MON⁷ITORING VIA COMMUNICATION DEVICES AND IT IS IN VIOLATION OF EXISTING FEDERAL LAW: 18 U.S.C. §§ 2261A(1) & 2261A(2). I FURTHER ADVOCATE ADDITIONAL FEDERAL LEGISLATION DESIGNED TO ADDRESS EVERY CRIMINAL TACTIC OF A PUBLIC ENTITY ENGAGED IN CRIMINAL MONITORING WITH COMMUNICATION DEVICES (SYSTEMATIC INFLICTION OF INHUMANE SUFFERING [S.I.I.S.] FEDERAL LEGISLATION). SEE THE PATTERN OF CONDUCT WEBSITE: HTTPS://THEPATTERNOFCONDUCT.WORDPRESS.COM

DOCUMENTATION OF THE STATE'S ONGOING CRIMINAL PATTERN OF CONDUCT WHILE I REMAINED INSIDE OF THE PRIVATE RESIDENCE OF THIRD PARTY, TRACEE BANKS, AT THIRD PARTY FACILITATING VENUE- WOODSIDE SENIOR APARTMENTS LOCATED AT 408 W. G ST., ONTARIO,  CA. THIS DOCUMENTATION CAPTURES THE GROUP STALKING AND MONITORING, CRIMINAL FACILITATION, CRIMINAL HARASSMENT AND CRIMINALLY THREATENING CONDUCT OF THE PEOPLE OF THE STATE OF CALIFORNIA AS I REMAIN AT THIRD PARTY FACILITATING VENUE- WOODSIDE SENIOR APARTMENTS. THIS DOCUMENTATION ALSO CAPTURES THE CRIMINAL PATTERN OF CONDUCT WHILE I REMAIN KIDNAPPED BY THE SAN BERNARDINO COUNTY SHERIFF'S DEPARTMENT PURSUANT TO THE CRIMINAL ACT OF A FICTITIOUS PROSECUTION, THE PEOPLE OF THE STATE OF CALIFORNIA v ERICA LORRAINE SPENCER CASE NO. MWV20000640, PERPETRATED BY THE STATE ACTING VIA THE ONTARIO POLICE DEPARTMENT, THE RANCHO CUCAMONGA SUPERIOR COURT AND THE JUDGES AND ATTORNEYS PARTICIPATING IN THE CRIMINAL ACT OF OBSTRUCTION OF JUSTICE. THE STATE ALSO ACTS VIA THE SAN BERNARDINO COUNTY DISTRICT ATTORNEY'S OFFICE, THE SAN BERNARDINO COUNTY PUBLIC DEFENDER'S OFFICE, AND THE SAN BERNARDINO COUNTY PROBATION DEPARTMENT- ALL WHILE I REMAINED SUBJECT TO BEING CRIMINALLY MONITORED VIA COMMUNICATION DEVICES BY THE STATE. THE SAN BERNARDINO COUNTY SHERIFF'S DEPARTMENT ENGAGED IN KIDNAPPING ME WHILE I WAS CEASELESSLY MONITORED VIA COMMUNICATION DEVICES, HARASSED, THREATENED, DEFAMED, AND SUBJECTED TO PHYSICAL AND SEXUAL VIOLENCE BY THE STATE INSIDE THE STATE FACILITATING VENUE- GLEN HELEN REHABILITATION CENTER LOCATED AT 18000 INSTITUTION RD., SAN BERNARDINO, CA; STATE FACILITATING VENUE- CENTRAL DETENTION CENTER LOCATED AT 630 E. RIALTO AVE., SAN BERNARDINO, CA; AND STATE FACILITATING VENUE- WEST VALLEY DETENTION CENTER LOCATED AT 9500 ETIWANDA AVE., RANCHO CUCAMONGA, CA. THIS DOCUMENTATION CAPTURES THE CRIMINAL FACILITATION, CRIMINAL HARASSMENT AND CRIMINALLY THREATENING CONDUCT OF THE STATE ACTING VIA STATE FACILITATING VENUES INCLUDING THE SAN BERNARDINO SUPERIOR COURT, THE CALIFORNIA COURT OF APPEALS,  4TH DISTRICT, 2ND DIVISION AND THE CALIFORNIA SUPREME COURT- EACH OF WHICH ARE DOCUMENTED UPON ENGAGEMENT IN THE STATE'S CRIMINAL PATTERN OF CONDUCT BY THE COMMISSION OF THE CRIMINAL ACT OF OBSTRUCTION OF JUSTICE VIA EVASION OF SERVICE OF PROCESS IN THE CASE ERICA LORRAINE SPENCER v PEOPLE OF THE STATE OF CALIFORNIA (CIVDS1927330) FILED AT THE SAN BERNARDINO SUPERIOR COURT ON 9/12/2019; ERICA LORRAINE SPENCER v SUPERIOR COURT OF THE STATE OF CALIFORNIA, FOR THE COUNTY OF SAN BERNARDINO (EO74139) FILED AT THE CALIFORNIA COURT OF APPEALS 4TH DISTRICT, 2ND DIVISION ON 11/20/2019; AND ERICA LORRAINE SPENCER v SUPERIOR COURT OF THE STATE OF CALIFORNIA, FOR THE COUNTY OF SAN BERNARDINO (S259974) FILED AT THE CALIFORNIA SUPREME COURT ON 1/6/2020. THIS DOCUMENTATION CAPTURES THE CRIMINAL FACILITATION, CRIMINAL HARASSMENT AND CRIMINALLY THREATENING CONDUCT OF THE STATE ACTING VIA STATE FACILITATING VENUE- SAN BERNARDINO SUPERIOR COURT DOCUMENTED UPON ENGAGEMENT IN THE STATE'S CRIMINAL PATTERN OF CONDUCT BY THE COMMISSION OF THE CRIMINAL ACT OF OBSTRUCTION OF JUSTICE VIA UNLAWFUL DENIAL OF LEGAL RELIEF TO WHICH I AM UNEQUIVOCALLY ENTITLED UNDER THE GOVERNING RULES AND PROCEDURE IN THE CASE ERICA LORRAINE SPENCER v BILL AND WAG'S TOW (CIVDS1930644) FILED 10/11/2019 WHEN THE JUDGE LYNN M. PONCIN (180349) UNLAWFULLY DENIED MY REQUEST FOR DEFAULT JUDGMENT FOLLOWING THE THIRD PARTY DEFENDANT'S FAILURE TO TIMELY RESPOND TO THE LAW SUIT.

DOCUMENTATION OF THE STATE'S ONGOING CRIMINAL PATTERN OF CONDUCT WHILE I REMAIN INSIDE OF THE PRIVATE RESIDENCE OF THIRD PARTY, TRACEE BANKS, AT THIRD PARTY FACILITATING VENUE- WOODSIDE SENIOR APARTMENTS LOCATED AT 408 W. G ST., ONTARIO, CA. THIS DOCUMENTATION CAPTURES THE GROUP STALKING AND MONITORING, CRIMINAL FACILITATION, CRIMINAL HARASSMENT AND CRIMINALLY THREATENING CONDUCT OF THE ONTARIO POLICE DEPARTMENT, ONTARIO FIRE DEPARTMENT, AND AMR AMBULANCE. THIS DOCUMENTATION CAPTURES THE GROUP STALKING AND MONITORING, CRIMINAL FACILITATION, CRIMINAL HARASSMENT AND CRIMINALLY THREATENING CONDUCT OF THE PEOPLE OF THE STATE OF CALIFORNIA AS I REMAIN AT THIRD PARTY FACILITATING VENUE- WOODSIDE SENIOR APARTMENTS. THIS DOCUMENTATION ALSO CAPTURES THE CRIMINAL PATTERN OF CONDUCT WHILE I REMAIN KIDNAPPED BY THE SAN BERNARDINO COUNTY SHERIFF'S DEPARTMENT PURSUANT TO THE CRIMINAL ACT OF A FICTITIOUS PROSECUTION, THE PEOPLE OF THE STATE OF CALIFORNIA v ERICA LORRAINE SPENCER CASE NO. MWV20000640, PERPETRATED BY THE STATE ACTING VIA THE ONTARIO POLICE DEPARTMENT, THE RANCHO CUCAMONGA SUPERIOR COURT AND THE JUDGES AND ATTORNEYS PARTICIPATING IN THE CRIMINAL ACT OF OBSTRUCTION OF JUSTICE. THE STATE ALSO ACTS VIA THE SAN BERNARDINO COUNTY DISTRICT ATTORNEY'S OFFICE, THE SAN BERNARDINO COUNTY PUBLIC DEFENDER'S OFFICE, AND THE SAN BERNARDINO COUNTY PROBATION DEPARTMENT- ALL WHILE I REMAINED SUBJECT TO BEING CRIMINALLY MONITORED VIA COMMUNICATION DEVICES BY THE STATE. THE SAN BERNARDINO COUNTY SHERIFF'S DEPARTMENT ENGAGED IN KIDNAPPING ME WHILE I WAS CEASELESSLY MONITORED VIA COMMUNICATION DEVICES, HARASSED, THREATENED, DEFAMED, AND SUBJECTED TO PHYSICAL AND SEXUAL VIOLENCE BY THE STATE INSIDE THE STATE FACILITATING VENUE- GLEN HELEN REHABILITATION CENTER LOCATED AT 18000 INSTITUTION RD., SAN BERNARDINO, CA; STATE FACILITATING VENUE- CENTRAL DETENTION CENTER LOCATED AT 630 E. RIALTO AVE., SAN BERNARDINO, CA; AND STATE FACILITATING VENUE- WEST VALLEY DETENTION CENTER LOCATED AT 9500 ETIWANDA AVE., RANCHO CUCAMONGA, CA. THIS DOCUMENTATION CAPTURES THE CRIMINAL FACILITATION, CRIMINAL HARASSMENT AND CRIMINALLY THREATENING CONDUCT OF THE STATE ACTING VIA STATE FACILITATING VENUES INCLUDING THE SAN BERNARDINO SUPERIOR COURT, THE CALIFORNIA COURT OF APPEALS, 4TH DISTRICT, 2ND DIVISION AND THE CALIFORNIA SUPREME COURT- EACH OF WHICH ARE DOCUMENTED UPON ENGAGEMENT IN THE STATE'S CRIMINAL PATTERN OF CONDUCT BY THE COMMISSION OF THE CRIMINAL ACT OF OBSTRUCTION OF JUSTICE VIA EVASION OF SERVICE OF PROCESS IN THE CASE ERICA LORRAINE SPENCER v PEOPLE OF THE STATE OF CALIFORNIA (CIVDS1927330) FILED AT THE SAN BERNARDINO SUPERIOR COURT ON 9/12/2019; ERICA LORRAINE SPENCER v SUPERIOR COURT OF THE STATE OF CALIFORNIA, FOR THE COUNTY OF SAN BERNARDINO (EO74139) FILED AT THE CALIFORNIA COURT OF APPEALS 4TH DISTRICT, 2ND DIVISION ON 11/20/2019; AND ERICA LORRAINE SPENCER v SUPERIOR COURT OF THE STATE OF CALIFORNIA, FOR THE COUNTY OF SAN BERNARDINO (S259974) FILED AT THE CALIFORNIA SUPREME COURT ON 1/6/2020. THE P.O.C. (PATTERN OF CONDUCT) IS ERICA LORRAINE SPENCER'S PODCAST THAT SERVES TO PUBLISH THE REALTIME AUDIO DOCUMENTATION OF THE PUBLIC ENTITY, THE STATE OF CALIFORNIA, AS IT IS ENGAGED IN A CEASELESS, MALICIOUS, AND CRIMINAL PATTERN OF CONDUCT (POC) INTENDED TO MONITOR MYSELF, AN AMERICAN CITIZEN. THIS IS EVIDENCE OF AN UNPRECEDENTED CRIME COMMITTED AND FACILITATED BY THE STATE OF CALIFORNIA AS IT IS IN CEASELESS ACTION. THE STATE'S CRIMINAL SYSTEM IS REFERRED TO AS FEDERAL GROUP STALKING & MONITORING VIA COMMUNICATION DEVICES AND IT IS IN VIOLATION OF EXISTING FEDERAL LAW: 18 U.S.C. §§ 2261A(1) & 2261A(2). I FURTHER ADVOCATE ADDITIONAL FEDERAL LEGISLATION DESIGNED TO ADDRESS EVERY CRIMINAL TACTIC OF A PUBLIC ENTITY ENGAGED IN CRIMINAL MONITORING WITH COMMUNICATION DEVICES (SYSTEMATIC INFLICTION OF INHUMANE SUFFERING [S.I.I.S.] FEDERAL LEGISLATION). SEE THE PATTERN OF CONDUCT WEBSITE: HTTPS://THEPATTERNOFCONDUCT.WORDPRESS.COM

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Wikipedia co-founder Larry Sanger explains the evolution of leftist bias in Wikipedia.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

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Mike Simmons is on to talk about his new EP “Ruby”. We play all the songs and talk about his music career.From his website- Alternative Rock singer/songwriter Mike Simmons began writing songs and poems when he was a down-and-out kid looking for ways to make money. Writing was the first to catch for Simmons and he began reading his poems to homeless kids on the street and dancers on the late shift at a strip club where his friends worked. This led to meeting a group of musicians one night who recognized Simmons' ability to create and urged him to take writing and music more seriously. In the years since, Simmons has developed into an emotive songwriter and creator, playing his own music, as well as curating the creation of others across the country in venues ranging from clubs and halls to adult video stores.His writing ability and melodic instincts quickly drew notice from emerging producers who hired him to groom the artists they were recording. During this period, Simmons began drifting into the fine arts and contemporary subculture communities in Cambridge and New York. His writing, both in prose and song began to explore the thin line between the gritty life he had arrived in and the glamorous one that was beginning to embrace him in the evenings.This tension followed him to Los Angeles culminating in Simmons' debut album Sunburn, a ten-song effort tracked in two days that narrates Simmons' early days on the west coast. Sunburn sings of days spent with the almost-stars of the new LA and nights spent with the more familiar junkies, prostitutes, and other street people if only, according to the ones around Simmons, because they slept as infrequently as he did.As of 2020, Simmons can be found mostly in a small studio in Seattle, releasing underground albums in The Voyeur Room and editing poetry and free format fiction for writers between trips across the country checking in on artists he continues to help shape. A rumored sophomore full length release “Defamed” has potential to release in winter 2021 with early comparisons to a sun soaked Psychedelic Furs, Laurel Canyon rock meeting Ride in the best way possible, and a Sub Pop record, if Sub Pop started in LA in the 70's and took more acid and ketamine. Simmons and his seemingly constant grip on "cool" continues to prove he is one the most important emerging songwriters and artists currently working anywhere today. The rare ability to recognize things with true staying power, sometimes before they appear to happen, makes everything that catches Simmons ear exciting to watch come into fruition-Saint JohnFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/officialmikesimmons/Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/officialmikesimmons/Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/73M1O2jponQ6zcpAkVCzxx?si=icWd1iBwSh2DgMjhTCZMXwWebsite: https://mikesimmonsmusic.com

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Today's episode is from a previous discussion on what entails defamation. Good day. My name is JB, I used to be the CEO of a farmers sacco in my village, but I quit to start my own real-estate company which is doing very well. Six months after I quit, the new management did some bad investments and the sacco collapsed. Now a few days ago a famous blogger shared an article titled Farmers robbed by Pyramid Schemes on his whatsapp status. What was shocking was that he used an old photo of mine from the Sacco Facebook page. I did not see the status but a screenshot of it was shared in our family whatsapp group. Now my relatives have been calling me asking me if “niliyang'anya wakulima pesa”. I am distressed with all this negative publicity. Even my bank has now refused to approve a loan I requested and the blogger has refused to pick my calls. What can I do? This episode was first aired on September 22nd, 2020. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/swalanyeti/message

Federico Ascari is an Italian musician and producer who is currently the guitar player for the Italy-based metal project The Wind Covenant. Ascari also owns his own studio where he has produced bands such as Defamed, Drown in Sulphur, and Shark In Your Mouth. FedericoAscari.com Subscribe to his YouTube channel: https://www.youtube.com/user/IAmTheReeko Follow Federico on social media: Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/ascari.wav/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/FedeWavemotion Follow The Wind Covenant on social media: Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/thewindcovenant/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/thewindcovenant Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/thewindcovenant/ YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCsfWSoZY2Sn3lpvR0UoE0-A SPOTIFY: https://spoti.fi/2CQR3Gq Follow Federico's "Djentcore" playlist on Spotify: https://spoti.fi/3fPPMxR Giovanni at Noiselash: https://noiselash.com/ --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/trueshot-guest-spot/support

Big Ben was defamed by Thomas Davis a Linebacker for the Chargers, he says that Ben could have come back this season but chose not to. Dave Oberdick a lawyer of Meyer, Unkovic, & Scott joins the show to discuss the likelihood and path of action if mason Rudolph decides to sue Myles Garrett.

Big Ben was defamed by Thomas Davis a Linebacker for the Chargers, he says that Ben could have come back this season but chose not to. Dave Oberdick a lawyer of Meyer, Unkovic, & Scott joins the show to discuss the likelihood and path of action if mason Rudolph decides to sue Myles Garrett.

On this week's legal advice slot, John speaks to Fran about Defamation online. As the election campaign heats up and people on social media air their views, John warns that you do not have carte blanche with what you can say. So what do you do if you have been accused of defamation or indeed been a victim of defamation online? Listen to find out.

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MP3, Poll, Links, and More: http://ymb.tc/e242This is episode 242 of You, Me, and BTC – your liberty and Bitcoin podcast.“All ICOs are securities,” they said. “You will get scammed,” they said.After years of watching the Securities and Exchange Commission attack and berate ICOs, we finally know what they were really up to. They just wanted to scare people away from their competition and make room for a brand new, SEC-sponsored ICO.That's right, the SEC is launching an ICO. Their tokens are called HoweyCoins and they're gonna revolutionize the travel industry.But here's the kicker: It turns out HoweyCoins are a complete scam! We tried to buy some and were just redirected to some stupid page about the dangers of investing in ICOs. WTF?! We'll share all the details tonight.Also on this week's show: The obscenely expensive Consensus 2018 was a total shit show (our own Zack Voell was on the ground) and an incredibly special guest explains Bitcoin Private. Giuseppe Stuto helped create a new version of Bitcoin with zk-SNARKs and he'll share why that matters.Check the list below for some of the specific stories we'll cover and catch the livestream tonight at 9PM Eastern!- HoweyCoins- ICO Red Flags- This is a total shit show.- Consensus 2018: What You've Missed So Far From The Biggest Bitcoin EventYour hosts this week are Daniel Brown, Tim Baker, and Zack Voell. Don't forget to visit http://ymb.tc/e242 so you can vote in this week's Bitcoin poll and share your thoughts in the comments!Every click helps. If this Bitcoin podcast was interesting, entertaining, obnoxious, or anything else, use the share buttons to let others know that it exists.Tips appreciated: 1Kiy8x4pwMS7RQuH7xDeVcfqeup7gUTqA

Joe Clark returns to defend Heather Mallick, decry Terence Corcoran and shatter Ottawa's glass closetSupport CANADALAND: https://canadaland.com/joinSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Perry arrived at the podcast late because he had to use the restaurant to relieve himself then took some questions about his Javahoe religion including responding to the question about the name of the lower level Javahoes. Hugh A. Craig III sent his first letter in quite a while and sent a tape of a phone conversation between Perry and Tom Brennan where The Scaremaster had some pretty mean words to describe how he felt about Mary Jane.

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--{ The Final Frontier: Take Your Mind Back, It's Under Attack: "The Technique of Control is Shock & Awe, Crisis after Crisis and Cancerous Law, Stampede the Herd, Guide the Direction, Point the Way for "Your Protection", World's Masters have Complete Reliance Via Royal Society in Neuroscience, Coupled with Strategy of Military Campaign, They're Sure to Conquer Every Brain Unless Individuality is Reclaimed And Dastardly Academia is Defamed, For Participation, Through Grants and Greed, Enabling Tyranny with Techniques to Lead A Somnambulant Public Down Garden Path, When Sentience Awakes, See Righteous Wrath" © Alan Watt }-- Fear-Based System - "Protection" by Government - Gov. Terrorism Sting Operations - Psychopaths in Positions of Power, Banking - Winston Churchill, Use of Bureaucrats - Psychological Formulas of Hollywood Movies, Entertainment - Eradication of Old Enemies, Family Unit - Shock and Awe, Breakdown, Escape into Fantasy - Nuclear Disaster in Japan, Media and Gov. Keep Quiet, Radiation Levels Not Released - Shortwave/Patriot Radio - Analogy of Lab Rats - Movements with Hardline Philosophy and Dedication - Being an Individual First - Constant Crisis--Flu Scares, Economic Crashes, Disasters, Wars, etc. - Total Surveillance System, Levels of Agencies - Depopulation Program, War Departments' Projections of Decline - Mass Immigration "to Pay the National Debt" - John Anthony Hill - Gag Order on Journalists - Royal Society and Academia, Neuroscience - Getting to Reality and Avoid being Terrified. (See http://www.cuttingthroughthematrix.com for article links.) *Title/Poem and Dialogue Copyrighted Alan Watt - April 20, 2011 (Exempting Music, Literary Quotes, and Callers' Comments)