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Kitty Pursley joins us to discuss the third annual Little Apple Splash, the world's premier canine aquatics competition coming to Blue Earth Plaza this weekend, featuring dogs jumping from a dock into a pool competing in three disciplines. • Manhattan hosts the national competition as a qualifier for the world championship in Dubuque, Iowa• Competition includes big air (long jump), extreme vertical (high jump), and speed retrieve • 295 entries will transform Blue Earth Plaza into "Dog Town" with competitors from across the country• Free admission for spectators with events Friday (11am-6pm), Saturday and Sunday (9am-4pm)• Various vendors include banks, K-State Vet Hospital, dog-related businesses, and food from Aggieville Brewing• Special "Frankly Unacceptable" beer created for the event with $1 from each going to Bark Foundation• Hy-Vee partnership creates "grab bags" for Prairie Paws Animal Shelter that shoppers can purchase and donate• Launch party Thursday at 6pm at Aggieville Brewing's patio is open to the public• Tyler Jackson joins to discuss his role in promoting the event through social media and event supportJoin us at Blue Earth Plaza this weekend for this free family fun event!GMCFCFAs

Ready to master your own madness? Discover how at https://www.reefkarim.com/masterthemadness    Episode Timestamps:  [00:00] - Intro [02:07] - Dr. Reef Karim's Story [06:00] - From Attachment to Authenticity [09:59] - What Does It Mean to “Master the Madness”?  [17:25] - Understanding Your Unique Headprint  [20:40] - How to Live Life With More Meaning  [33:44] - Episode Recap [35:39] - Outro   Shifting your energy from chaos to purpose starts with a choice.   Everyone has a little bit of “madness” inside of them—that's the powerful energy that makes you unique. Learning to understand and direct that energy helps you become your true self and find the drive to do what really matters. In this episode, The Holistic Kids sit down with Dr. Reef Karim to explore how transforming that energy into focus helps you live more authentically.     Dr. Reef Karim is a humanistic psychiatrist and addiction expert who helps people unlock their creativity and personal power. He created the “Mad Genius” platform and the Master Your Madness framework to help others transform inner chaos into originality and purpose. As the founder of Mad Lab, he blends psychology, neuroscience, and storytelling to inspire personal growth and help people feel confident being themselves. Dr. Karim has also hosted TV shows, appeared on Oprah and Dr. Oz, and acted in films like Lords of Dogtown.   Learn more about Dr. Reef Karim at https://www.reefkarim.com, or follow him on social media @reefkarim   —   Learn more about Dr. Madiha Saeed at https://holisticmommd.com, or follow her on social media @HolisticMomMD  

Eric Britton discusses where his nickname "Tuma" come from, getting sponsored at 12 years old, leaving Dogtown for SMA, Kareem Campbell telling Skip Engblom to turn him pro for SMA, ending up in a coma from a mosquito bite, what it was like skating the Venice Pavilion in the 80's, starting "Tuma Skateboard Academy" teaching kids how to skate, his re-issue SMA board coming soon and much more! Timestamps 00:00:00 Eric "Tuma" Britton 00:00:27 Where did the nickname "Tuma" come from 00:03:56 Kareem Campbell told Skip Engblom to turn him pro 00:11:09 Got sponsored at 12 years old 00:15:18 Hanging out on Natas' street as a kid 00:17:34 Getting on Dogtown 00:20:29 Aaron "Fingers" Murray - Venice Pavilion 00:35:30 People filming and taking photos - Block, Chuck Katz & Ray Flores 00:36:32 Dogtown to SMA 00:38:00 Bit by a mosquito and ended up in a coma 00:48:06 Did he call jim Muir to quit Dogtown? 00:58:19 Malibu skate park coming soon 00:59:34 Skating for Vans but wearing Vision Street Wear shoes on Thrasher cover 01:04:11 Teaching kids to skate 01:33:17 What happened with him and SMA 01:40:51 Risk It part 01:42:18 Back on SMA - re-issue board coming soon 01:47:39 Venice Beach rich skate history 01:51:16 His re-issue SMA graphic Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

We had some time off in between movie reviews, so we decided to chat about the other things we are watching currently. Enjoy conversations about Adolescence, Sinners, American Primeval, The Last of Us, Lords of Dogtown, The Masters, Full Swing, Night Moves, High Fidelity and more. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

I have eyes in the back of my head I have goats at the top of my bed I have goats on the cap of my knee I think I wrote my own obituary Oh, you hetcha Bitch, you ain't me Shit be poppin off at the rock in 8 minutes exactly In studio 8H That's where I am, Amen again Cause I meant it And I mix in the pancake batter Perhaps some berries? Apparently not, 7 minutes and counting I'm at the Rock Now I'm putting away my don't ask, don't tell Ok. Okay? Okay? Now I'm making arrangements; Don't want to be your favorite, I just miss LA with a hankering Call Hank team USA That's FBI I'm so Walter White that I watch Saturday Night — not live, though I'm too broke for peacock, YouTube And cable! Dang, bro! How many subscriptions do I need Just not to dry myself to sleep. Send me some pictures January jonesing for a free ride scholarship To on God university, Aka: inside the TV DOBT BE EVIL. WRITE ME A SEQUEL! Ok tv people First just let me … son of a bitch! I told you she'd be back. Yo. Whaddup. You killed Jimmy Fallon! I did not. You did! Yes you did. I didn't. He was already like that. What! You heard me! Explain to me how— This man: [This man] *heavy gasps and anxietal wheezing fills the room* Explain this. Metaphisics. That doesn't explain anything. It explains everything, actually. *explodes* Excuse me, miss— do I smell a remix? No, that's pancakes. I got capacity for losers; I'm no longer lonely A broke in horse with no saddle Don't ride me less it's barevack Down and dirty Downhome and in the raw I like to buck And I like it hard A strong gallop and pull, Top speed Why I don't pay for dreams Why I got tv and movie stars in my dreams Why Ariana grande so pretty? Why when we leave outside the crowd still roaring for an e core? Why am I a mogul; Why do I look like a fashion icon? God for it right, I guess but why do I still feel Wildly unsatisfied The lights said I left the water on Turn the lights off Turn the water on I speak color, I am an animal I spoke 9 Gods I am an animal Rise to the occasion I broke the code I threw the rock off the rock k I smoke the fountain I run the block once Come twice Nice shockwave right there Hi God. A beautiful night to die But no time to fall I despaired on desire, Why right on Maine Radio towers Icons Beautiful glimmering city Mayday mayday went haywire Repeat Mayday mayday Went haywire Repeat Mayday mayday Went haywire Now rinse thoroughly Alright, alright. So hawked it. You hawked my father's antique stopwatch?! Sorry. Sorry?! AAAAGG— [The Festival Project ™{ Mayday mayday Went heywire They need more scriptwriters I want an empire I wrote half of the Super Bowl commercials Mayday mayday Oh man. Oh, fuck. You had better wash your hands before you touch my crotch. I don't. Give me—- my— body back. Nope. AUghhhh. My inspiration is dead in the water Can't watch hot ones That guy ruined it Ruined September And ruined October Ruined the cosmos And ruined my song, bro— I'm ruined. My inspiration is dead in the water I am a trash can, Man, this is awkward I won an award for songs post mortem Then I wrote more of them This is the afterlife I'm an immortal. My inspiration is dead in the water I'm just not moved man I need a baseball cap and some phantoms A laxatives Maybe some large hands A ball glove Some box seats Smoked sausage And the dodgers. I wanna go home and not be homeless. I want a condo above four stories. I want the whole world on top of its axis I want the other half of the balance My whole life been whack, Where's the reverse card? Run the tarot— Pull the rewards back, Don't touch the foreskin, Call back the foreman Redact that! Redact that! We're starting to crossfires. We met at the crossroads; One goes down, one goes up. Oh, the Irish are back, look: That's good— I got bored. {enter The multiverse} We were at blue suits and sweater vests And now I know better than To count on comics designed to be weather men Of pop culture— current events a spin on the news l went there for clarity, And left there confused. Confused. If the transmitter is at the World Trade Center, Then why is it every time I to go Rockefeller Center, I feel like I've just been electrocuted? Not enough to die, but like I'm buzzing all over and out of my body? Remarkably, and no matter what — Whenever I'm there, I just feel weird. Like, mad weird. Hey. What. Did you see a guy? I'm a guy. Really? Apparently. Well, I'm looking for this guy. I did see a guy like that. Really? Yeah. He was weird. Which way did he go? Uh. [Sunni BLU points up] Really? He went upstairs? Sure! Huh. Thanks. Whatever. I need you to need me I need me to be cool I need you to want me To love me To free me To love me To hold you I know you I know you I know. Knockout with a scarred lip Knockout was a good guy Knockout got knocked up Knockout had a good try Knockout got knocked out Knockout had a good cry Knockout got locked up Goodbye. Good luck. Here's a chalice. 09. Don't waste time. But I'm tired I'm shadow boxing my mind I'm lights out Candles lit I, I, I I, me, mine And God But I won't waste time I'm still dried out I got my eyes lost Wrapped around you In hindsight I'm behind Blind to the power I love my readheads and range rovers I lost my mind on mullholland Pull over and vomit And suddenly I'm at the Portal Plummet Plaza. [The Festival Project ™ ] The rock and the kite VI Rosie o donnel is chillin. Jimmy Kimmel kicks in the door. Oh look, the cat is back. Meow. To what do I owe the pleasure. You remember that cup of sugar you borrowed? …okay? I need it back. I see. —and my blender. Rosie o donnel takes a deep breath and then sighs. The cup of sugar I can help you with… the blender, I still need. Fair. Follow me. Rosie and Jimmy exit the room, the glimmer of the television still flickering on the green postered armchair with the remote control atop the armrest m; the actual cat (we presume) climbs up into the chair and appears to begin watching the TV? What's on the TV? Why, it's the very orogramme we're all currently tuned into. This just got meta. Again. The cat, looking bored, changes the channel to Garfield. Much better. He looks satisfied now, but is entirely still 199% just a cat. We presume. Your body ponders My eye wander to you're belt buckle My mind watches. Sorry. Your body calls me. My love hurts. I want you. My thought sparkles with the thought of a touch I'm not hungry, I just want you I desire to hold hands and then Dive off I thought you up to love you The time was wrong So now I watch That's all A long rush to nothing Dogtown, Godland. Longboards, longhairs, all body No shine, bro Hard wax, yellow soldier Wavestirm? Epoxy? North shore surf boards Surf harder Fuck New York I wanna go home Panoramic Hollywood golden Who lost apartheid Who first of all Chosen sources First mate Overboard Long hair Wrong rowboat Oh lover Lord of all I almost forgot it was Saturday, Saturday Night I was too busy not working I'm all yours for Passover I'm all ears, And now I get a sense that this Is my last and greatest trick; Disappearing for this, And again forever This is going to take Forever All wrong: You work for the network Interesting choice of wardrobe– another old code magician Ring on opposite finger– The other, I'm so much aware of The ice cream in tubs on the road Not melted, but partially hardened I can also feign confusion You don't say, You don't say, now. Shake hands with your guest; Monologue, monologue smug smirk Make good face– Now put a name to the face Put a time to the place IOh, all the love in the world in three flames All the doves in the flock, And three flames Put a name to the face Monologue monologue Doesnt take long but When do i get to slap the desk? Johnny! What happened? Whats the 10 vodkas, Five spritzers Full figure Figure this You were out for the count! Do tell! Or better yet, don't. I remember tgis mologue, But i dont know how 16 hours ago, I was Out for the count, you say?! OUT, Johnny! Our market is livid! lol who plays john carson Your mother. YO! I'M OLD! I LIKE OLD DUDES NOW! I'm like When the fuck did this happen?! That ain't no SILVER FOX! That's a TOTALLY CUTE DUDE! HE'S 55!! OH NOOOOOOOO! i'M OLD!!!!!!! its wednesday eve in Boston Mass… SETH MEYERS! Ah, he's going for it. Ah, man. SHOW ME YOUR EYES. Fuck. SHOW ME YOUR EYES! SUDAKIS shines a bright flash light into his former colleagues eyes. …You're not Seth Meyers. Seth Meyers does not respond, but relaxes slightly; it's obviously not safe to be Seth Meyers right now. Where's Seth Meyers? Seth shrugs but still doesn't say anything– Where is he? I have to stop here; Cop out for body language somebody's watching Somebody knows who I am I am I remember now You looked like that It went like this: I moved the world The need was good The love was gone The vein was split open And broken No fair Also, no omletts 60 minutes 60 years and 60 second clips 60 second glimpses 60 men on television but really, my attention just centers on Around ten of them or so And believe it or not, I care approach. Believe it or not, I care Or don't! –or don't! Johnny! You don't get it! You missed a show! THE tonight show! We are fucked! we are NOT! youre still sauced. I'll just take the car! What car!? Now that JOHNNY CARSON knows his Delorean can time travel, he's absolutely unstoppable. Unfortunately, it appears his delorean has been switched with a regular one– If I shoot you in your forehead? I'd rather that, than this. And I kiss you in your temple? Dear templeton, my simpleton's i'll die I desire. A wicked want. And then? A callous shadow, If i may, To bear for nothing, But a mirror This is our concept And wilted her e the flower does grow the flame The faming true and ache of lust and there For our want a jasper shore and emerald cascades there you are, And there you'll find The wave beyond the peaking break where great white sharks reside But do not wade to shallow waters; And there you find peace, And there you find certainty But now, And here, is war And fortune not but seeks truth in the gaze And for fear there does not live, but hides instead the truth that seeks to guide the lite, And yet does know our trust And there does find the faith, Forward and not Upwards and back Arrow and arrow Truth and sparrow Wreaking and wretched thoughts And the rope does hang high and solemn Looking, leap and gasp For I fall but did not land I pulled for you, I weep, my shadow, The two of diamonds, the Ace of spades, The Three of Hearts, Without my shadow I weep. I know for you nothing but conscious and knowing and needing and fated departure. I know for you nothing but chakras and eyesight and shadows and foresight. I need fo you nothing but want and by conscious, departure For nothing I want you, I weep. Sorrow. On approach of danger, The knowing, On seeth did gather, the sinking ritual the carried tribes in ships tied, weaving strings The spider bites hard And she stole my love twice And she stole my love always And she stole my love Lighting my light wit blue eyes The deception If love could be stolen at all But if not Then not love for seeking is finding and gathered had hunted And truth in forbearer Forbearance and otherwords, Shadows and shattered and ferris wheels, Now forward Gathered here for are I trust And be dismayed for you have faltered You have failures and you have cast us out of these things thinking We have not made them for you And still we seek to gather with you And here does forshadow your making Our promise to come as ones, Not as Gods, But as others, you cast out. Now, with your wicked ways and cruel be done, for sure the tables have turn, one And the gallows have not wandered far, Barrels of guns and barbells bottles and hearts of three reading cards and wanting none but justice Is he and she who are I now Begin to run from your pitied structure And there in the gasping cruelness of seeking from warcrimes this, come what may, Moving and seeking, For seeking is finding, And run, my legs have come far But trust, my dove, My wings have too, sprouted An honor, an honor one candle and three wicks Three candles and three worlds over One world and one building and still far from under the Hollywoodland Crickets sounding The Hollywood Sign Still standing and here I am not, Blades of grass And who are I now Of that which you balk at Look, ponder Go, far asunder And wish now had you not What I am is that, Run Temper temper. Mind your business. Is it gathered? To burn, or burden? Gathered. Gathered here. Then here ive wandered. To stake? Argue. I will not. And I will not. Wiry bird, From where you flown i do ponder– re d with spirit and wilding eyes, Narrow server and paring wires; I do not wish to know you now or ever, But only as bird that does golden remember. The love has not gone, And instead lives in my throat, And twists in my lungs, Ans sits in my tongue, Not as speech, or whispers, But tragedy. Unknowing this, my tender being It can never be, the nervous hill And rolling down the hill as if The weel of time itself, Not unbroken, but resilient; In sll ways, meant to tear And turn, And wobble Made for terrain for which our eyes have known And our minds have built And hands molded wiith clay, The bodies whole of all our galaxies terra feighn Terra fine Terra wept tears of a clown, And iron And veins And shadows And plays, And secrets , And whispers And truth And far And Afters. I taste a saline drip, I swallow, Suddenly cold and all the knowing that What I was, I surely already am again And what I will be, Has already come and past. The monologue, I do remember Face to a name and none to forget Well rehearsed forager! Well done bayonet! Well done, my shadow For my time is coming to wander to night And never today again for it shall never Today again, And Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow. [The Festival Project ™ ] They said he would destroy me. …Ya'll were right. that fucked me up. {Enter The Multiverse} So…forfeit? Something tells me its not over The heavy heart is shattered But also tied to that which appears to come upward As if on air To be heavy And lighthearted at once– A shadow above a balloon. A rock is attached to a kite– A diamond becomes a bassoon, Then a vampire bat, and then Cut ties. In the fourth act, we all die, and now– A revival. I was crucified, But i was also suicidal so. Lets just call it a tie. L E G E N D S V.O. Crusher. My show was being subliminally plugged on at least two of the five major networks. Safe bet I could make it a third, but I didn't know where to check. I did…but didn't want to. There was much beyond the surface, Darkness in the glimmering eyes of the men in ties and uniformed suits. I was sure I was tied to something– And since I didn't know why, Or to what, The best bet I'm all in. Fuck. Was to stay broken, Under the radar, Hidden, and most importantly– Unspoken. These days. I kept more to myself than I could with the world– As it turned out… No, not yet. What do you mean? It's not time yet. They'll have to know. But not yet. At some point, they'll have to know. But not–yet. No time like the present. You made that up. Because you made up time. And it's stupid. This is ruthless. And again–they'll have to learn somehow. But not now. The sun sets at noon on our side, and still 21 hours of dark time. Did I have another tag to throw on it this? No. Are you sure? Doesn't the new series have a subtitle? No. Is it not “quantum force” That's only one, though. What's the difference. ERMO, DON'T! I'm gonna kill him! BIG BOYD, DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT! DOn't tell me what to DO. Wow. of course. Well yeah, they're not going to let me do– LAWYERS No. Any of this stuff with the actual muppets. You're wasting precious time! GET BACK IN YOUR HOLE, RED. ok, where does it– {cut to black} Learning to assimilate and readily avalible What's next A vape to calm the nerves? What's next? A hero fighting for relevance in corporate structure. Sure, some would pay to dress an avatar But I've run out of water before I try to laugh and roll with the punches This is work and not fun for me This is not social, it's business I am not person, I'm product. Go on a walk, and look the part I took the oath, I shed the blood— Cruxes. This is a bad idea, Mark. Fuck you. All my ideas are great. MARK WAHLBERG enters the cooridor and opens the metal double doors, revealing two l jet skis on a trailer hitched to a 4X4 monster truck. [The Festival Project ™] I'm telling you. You got to get yourself one of these. I don't know, Bob, how does it work? BOB odenkirk opens a large, obscure black bag that's nearly half his own size by way of one way zipper. I'll show you. {Enter The Multiverse} JOHNNY CARSON has been in the DRUNK TANK for the maximum allowance, 48 hours, yet his blood alcohol level still reads 3 times over the legal limit. He is transferred to DETOX as the mysterious circumstances surrounding his car accident, and then the apparent disappearance of his entire “car” a (then) brand-new DeLorean from the scene of the crime, MR. CARSON insists on his lawyer, who under no circumstances seems to exist at all being present. The exact year of his whereabouts are still unknown. Still an hour to the test And I hate myself again Milk and cookies, hit the bed Shut it down, yo Shut it down. DIPLO arrives via HELIPAD to an secret location; a sniper squad of the adversary team watches from an adjacent rooftop via binoculars. …hey. Whaddup. You say diplo's on that list? Yeah. Yo… …There he is. In your sight? Yep. Shoot that motherfucker! …I can't. Why not? He's like— Just shoot, fool. —he's like holding something. So? I don't know what; it just seems— What the fuck, dawg. It just seems important. Let me see. Look. [ESSE looks down the sights and zooms to see DIPLO is holding an object firmly in his grasp. He appears to be twirling it purposefully as he conversates wi th associate.] Yeah! Get em! Shoot that motherfucker! Where the hell have you been? In my fuckpad. Where the hell is that? You haven't seen my fuckpad? What even is that. It's ballin. Whatever, dog. Did you get the— Shh. Why else would I be here? [beat] You look— did you cut your hair or something. You're so redundant. Yo shoot that motherfucker. What are you waiting for?! He's right there? Apparently, we've been building to this moment from another dimension in from another point in the series? I thought— {Enter The Multiverse} [The Identity Crisis] The identity crisis, A loose knit muse, A fog of confusion At most, let with offline regaining of conciousness. No more monsters? All blondes are. Let them have you No grapple promotions (I know I can't afford you) New friends for relevance Prototypes of your tools Forward all immortals I'll see you when your shows stop Freckled glances Eyes reflecting light How strong I am Demolish monsters Social structure, constructs Not fair, are I? Nor earned, Only fair skinned Access Access Access denied. Crookshanks, old boy! The man turns around almost as if he doesn't want to, but obliges the other man, as he comes running towards him. My Goodness, you stink. Why of course! I'm a dog! [The Festival Project ™] The Complex Collective © | COPYRIGHT 2018-2025 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED -Ū. {Reposts}

I have eyes in the back of my head I have goats at the top of my bed I have goats on the cap of my knee I think I wrote my own obituary Oh, you hetcha Bitch, you ain't me Shit be poppin off at the rock in 8 minutes exactly In studio 8H That's where I am, Amen again Cause I meant it And I mix in the pancake batter Perhaps some berries? Apparently not, 7 minutes and counting I'm at the Rock Now I'm putting away my don't ask, don't tell Ok. Okay? Okay? Now I'm making arrangements; Don't want to be your favorite, I just miss LA with a hankering Call Hank team USA That's FBI I'm so Walter White that I watch Saturday Night — not live, though I'm too broke for peacock, YouTube And cable! Dang, bro! How many subscriptions do I need Just not to dry myself to sleep. Send me some pictures January jonesing for a free ride scholarship To on God university, Aka: inside the TV DOBT BE EVIL. WRITE ME A SEQUEL! Ok tv people First just let me … son of a bitch! I told you she'd be back. Yo. Whaddup. You killed Jimmy Fallon! I did not. You did! Yes you did. I didn't. He was already like that. What! You heard me! Explain to me how— This man: [This man] *heavy gasps and anxietal wheezing fills the room* Explain this. Metaphisics. That doesn't explain anything. It explains everything, actually. *explodes* Excuse me, miss— do I smell a remix? No, that's pancakes. I got capacity for losers; I'm no longer lonely A broke in horse with no saddle Don't ride me less it's barevack Down and dirty Downhome and in the raw I like to buck And I like it hard A strong gallop and pull, Top speed Why I don't pay for dreams Why I got tv and movie stars in my dreams Why Ariana grande so pretty? Why when we leave outside the crowd still roaring for an e core? Why am I a mogul; Why do I look like a fashion icon? God for it right, I guess but why do I still feel Wildly unsatisfied The lights said I left the water on Turn the lights off Turn the water on I speak color, I am an animal I spoke 9 Gods I am an animal Rise to the occasion I broke the code I threw the rock off the rock k I smoke the fountain I run the block once Come twice Nice shockwave right there Hi God. A beautiful night to die But no time to fall I despaired on desire, Why right on Maine Radio towers Icons Beautiful glimmering city Mayday mayday went haywire Repeat Mayday mayday Went haywire Repeat Mayday mayday Went haywire Now rinse thoroughly Alright, alright. So hawked it. You hawked my father's antique stopwatch?! Sorry. Sorry?! AAAAGG— [The Festival Project ™{ Mayday mayday Went heywire They need more scriptwriters I want an empire I wrote half of the Super Bowl commercials Mayday mayday Oh man. Oh, fuck. You had better wash your hands before you touch my crotch. I don't. Give me—- my— body back. Nope. AUghhhh. My inspiration is dead in the water Can't watch hot ones That guy ruined it Ruined September And ruined October Ruined the cosmos And ruined my song, bro— I'm ruined. My inspiration is dead in the water I am a trash can, Man, this is awkward I won an award for songs post mortem Then I wrote more of them This is the afterlife I'm an immortal. My inspiration is dead in the water I'm just not moved man I need a baseball cap and some phantoms A laxatives Maybe some large hands A ball glove Some box seats Smoked sausage And the dodgers. I wanna go home and not be homeless. I want a condo above four stories. I want the whole world on top of its axis I want the other half of the balance My whole life been whack, Where's the reverse card? Run the tarot— Pull the rewards back, Don't touch the foreskin, Call back the foreman Redact that! Redact that! We're starting to crossfires. We met at the crossroads; One goes down, one goes up. Oh, the Irish are back, look: That's good— I got bored. {enter The multiverse} We were at blue suits and sweater vests And now I know better than To count on comics designed to be weather men Of pop culture— current events a spin on the news l went there for clarity, And left there confused. Confused. If the transmitter is at the World Trade Center, Then why is it every time I to go Rockefeller Center, I feel like I've just been electrocuted? Not enough to die, but like I'm buzzing all over and out of my body? Remarkably, and no matter what — Whenever I'm there, I just feel weird. Like, mad weird. Hey. What. Did you see a guy? I'm a guy. Really? Apparently. Well, I'm looking for this guy. I did see a guy like that. Really? Yeah. He was weird. Which way did he go? Uh. [Sunni BLU points up] Really? He went upstairs? Sure! Huh. Thanks. Whatever. I need you to need me I need me to be cool I need you to want me To love me To free me To love me To hold you I know you I know you I know. Knockout with a scarred lip Knockout was a good guy Knockout got knocked up Knockout had a good try Knockout got knocked out Knockout had a good cry Knockout got locked up Goodbye. Good luck. Here's a chalice. 09. Don't waste time. But I'm tired I'm shadow boxing my mind I'm lights out Candles lit I, I, I I, me, mine And God But I won't waste time I'm still dried out I got my eyes lost Wrapped around you In hindsight I'm behind Blind to the power I love my readheads and range rovers I lost my mind on mullholland Pull over and vomit And suddenly I'm at the Portal Plummet Plaza. [The Festival Project ™ ] The rock and the kite VI Rosie o donnel is chillin. Jimmy Kimmel kicks in the door. Oh look, the cat is back. Meow. To what do I owe the pleasure. You remember that cup of sugar you borrowed? …okay? I need it back. I see. —and my blender. Rosie o donnel takes a deep breath and then sighs. The cup of sugar I can help you with… the blender, I still need. Fair. Follow me. Rosie and Jimmy exit the room, the glimmer of the television still flickering on the green postered armchair with the remote control atop the armrest m; the actual cat (we presume) climbs up into the chair and appears to begin watching the TV? What's on the TV? Why, it's the very orogramme we're all currently tuned into. This just got meta. Again. The cat, looking bored, changes the channel to Garfield. Much better. He looks satisfied now, but is entirely still 199% just a cat. We presume. Your body ponders My eye wander to you're belt buckle My mind watches. Sorry. Your body calls me. My love hurts. I want you. My thought sparkles with the thought of a touch I'm not hungry, I just want you I desire to hold hands and then Dive off I thought you up to love you The time was wrong So now I watch That's all A long rush to nothing Dogtown, Godland. Longboards, longhairs, all body No shine, bro Hard wax, yellow soldier Wavestirm? Epoxy? North shore surf boards Surf harder Fuck New York I wanna go home Panoramic Hollywood golden Who lost apartheid Who first of all Chosen sources First mate Overboard Long hair Wrong rowboat Oh lover Lord of all I almost forgot it was Saturday, Saturday Night I was too busy not working I'm all yours for Passover I'm all ears, And now I get a sense that this Is my last and greatest trick; Disappearing for this, And again forever This is going to take Forever All wrong: You work for the network Interesting choice of wardrobe– another old code magician Ring on opposite finger– The other, I'm so much aware of The ice cream in tubs on the road Not melted, but partially hardened I can also feign confusion You don't say, You don't say, now. Shake hands with your guest; Monologue, monologue smug smirk Make good face– Now put a name to the face Put a time to the place IOh, all the love in the world in three flames All the doves in the flock, And three flames Put a name to the face Monologue monologue Doesnt take long but When do i get to slap the desk? Johnny! What happened? Whats the 10 vodkas, Five spritzers Full figure Figure this You were out for the count! Do tell! Or better yet, don't. I remember tgis mologue, But i dont know how 16 hours ago, I was Out for the count, you say?! OUT, Johnny! Our market is livid! lol who plays john carson Your mother. YO! I'M OLD! I LIKE OLD DUDES NOW! I'm like When the fuck did this happen?! That ain't no SILVER FOX! That's a TOTALLY CUTE DUDE! HE'S 55!! OH NOOOOOOOO! i'M OLD!!!!!!! its wednesday eve in Boston Mass… SETH MEYERS! Ah, he's going for it. Ah, man. SHOW ME YOUR EYES. Fuck. SHOW ME YOUR EYES! SUDAKIS shines a bright flash light into his former colleagues eyes. …You're not Seth Meyers. Seth Meyers does not respond, but relaxes slightly; it's obviously not safe to be Seth Meyers right now. Where's Seth Meyers? Seth shrugs but still doesn't say anything– Where is he? I have to stop here; Cop out for body language somebody's watching Somebody knows who I am I am I remember now You looked like that It went like this: I moved the world The need was good The love was gone The vein was split open And broken No fair Also, no omletts 60 minutes 60 years and 60 second clips 60 second glimpses 60 men on television but really, my attention just centers on Around ten of them or so And believe it or not, I care approach. Believe it or not, I care Or don't! –or don't! Johnny! You don't get it! You missed a show! THE tonight show! We are fucked! we are NOT! youre still sauced. I'll just take the car! What car!? Now that JOHNNY CARSON knows his Delorean can time travel, he's absolutely unstoppable. Unfortunately, it appears his delorean has been switched with a regular one– If I shoot you in your forehead? I'd rather that, than this. And I kiss you in your temple? Dear templeton, my simpleton's i'll die I desire. A wicked want. And then? A callous shadow, If i may, To bear for nothing, But a mirror This is our concept And wilted her e the flower does grow the flame The faming true and ache of lust and there For our want a jasper shore and emerald cascades there you are, And there you'll find The wave beyond the peaking break where great white sharks reside But do not wade to shallow waters; And there you find peace, And there you find certainty But now, And here, is war And fortune not but seeks truth in the gaze And for fear there does not live, but hides instead the truth that seeks to guide the lite, And yet does know our trust And there does find the faith, Forward and not Upwards and back Arrow and arrow Truth and sparrow Wreaking and wretched thoughts And the rope does hang high and solemn Looking, leap and gasp For I fall but did not land I pulled for you, I weep, my shadow, The two of diamonds, the Ace of spades, The Three of Hearts, Without my shadow I weep. I know for you nothing but conscious and knowing and needing and fated departure. I know for you nothing but chakras and eyesight and shadows and foresight. I need fo you nothing but want and by conscious, departure For nothing I want you, I weep. Sorrow. On approach of danger, The knowing, On seeth did gather, the sinking ritual the carried tribes in ships tied, weaving strings The spider bites hard And she stole my love twice And she stole my love always And she stole my love Lighting my light wit blue eyes The deception If love could be stolen at all But if not Then not love for seeking is finding and gathered had hunted And truth in forbearer Forbearance and otherwords, Shadows and shattered and ferris wheels, Now forward Gathered here for are I trust And be dismayed for you have faltered You have failures and you have cast us out of these things thinking We have not made them for you And still we seek to gather with you And here does forshadow your making Our promise to come as ones, Not as Gods, But as others, you cast out. Now, with your wicked ways and cruel be done, for sure the tables have turn, one And the gallows have not wandered far, Barrels of guns and barbells bottles and hearts of three reading cards and wanting none but justice Is he and she who are I now Begin to run from your pitied structure And there in the gasping cruelness of seeking from warcrimes this, come what may, Moving and seeking, For seeking is finding, And run, my legs have come far But trust, my dove, My wings have too, sprouted An honor, an honor one candle and three wicks Three candles and three worlds over One world and one building and still far from under the Hollywoodland Crickets sounding The Hollywood Sign Still standing and here I am not, Blades of grass And who are I now Of that which you balk at Look, ponder Go, far asunder And wish now had you not What I am is that, Run Temper temper. Mind your business. Is it gathered? To burn, or burden? Gathered. Gathered here. Then here ive wandered. To stake? Argue. I will not. And I will not. Wiry bird, From where you flown i do ponder– re d with spirit and wilding eyes, Narrow server and paring wires; I do not wish to know you now or ever, But only as bird that does golden remember. The love has not gone, And instead lives in my throat, And twists in my lungs, Ans sits in my tongue, Not as speech, or whispers, But tragedy. Unknowing this, my tender being It can never be, the nervous hill And rolling down the hill as if The weel of time itself, Not unbroken, but resilient; In sll ways, meant to tear And turn, And wobble Made for terrain for which our eyes have known And our minds have built And hands molded wiith clay, The bodies whole of all our galaxies terra feighn Terra fine Terra wept tears of a clown, And iron And veins And shadows And plays, And secrets , And whispers And truth And far And Afters. I taste a saline drip, I swallow, Suddenly cold and all the knowing that What I was, I surely already am again And what I will be, Has already come and past. The monologue, I do remember Face to a name and none to forget Well rehearsed forager! Well done bayonet! Well done, my shadow For my time is coming to wander to night And never today again for it shall never Today again, And Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow. [The Festival Project ™ ] They said he would destroy me. …Ya'll were right. that fucked me up. {Enter The Multiverse} So…forfeit? Something tells me its not over The heavy heart is shattered But also tied to that which appears to come upward As if on air To be heavy And lighthearted at once– A shadow above a balloon. A rock is attached to a kite– A diamond becomes a bassoon, Then a vampire bat, and then Cut ties. In the fourth act, we all die, and now– A revival. I was crucified, But i was also suicidal so. Lets just call it a tie. L E G E N D S V.O. Crusher. My show was being subliminally plugged on at least two of the five major networks. Safe bet I could make it a third, but I didn't know where to check. I did…but didn't want to. There was much beyond the surface, Darkness in the glimmering eyes of the men in ties and uniformed suits. I was sure I was tied to something– And since I didn't know why, Or to what, The best bet I'm all in. Fuck. Was to stay broken, Under the radar, Hidden, and most importantly– Unspoken. These days. I kept more to myself than I could with the world– As it turned out… No, not yet. What do you mean? It's not time yet. They'll have to know. But not yet. At some point, they'll have to know. But not–yet. No time like the present. You made that up. Because you made up time. And it's stupid. This is ruthless. And again–they'll have to learn somehow. But not now. The sun sets at noon on our side, and still 21 hours of dark time. Did I have another tag to throw on it this? No. Are you sure? Doesn't the new series have a subtitle? No. Is it not “quantum force” That's only one, though. What's the difference. ERMO, DON'T! I'm gonna kill him! BIG BOYD, DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT! DOn't tell me what to DO. Wow. of course. Well yeah, they're not going to let me do– LAWYERS No. Any of this stuff with the actual muppets. You're wasting precious time! GET BACK IN YOUR HOLE, RED. ok, where does it– {cut to black} Learning to assimilate and readily avalible What's next A vape to calm the nerves? What's next? A hero fighting for relevance in corporate structure. Sure, some would pay to dress an avatar But I've run out of water before I try to laugh and roll with the punches This is work and not fun for me This is not social, it's business I am not person, I'm product. Go on a walk, and look the part I took the oath, I shed the blood— Cruxes. This is a bad idea, Mark. Fuck you. All my ideas are great. MARK WAHLBERG enters the cooridor and opens the metal double doors, revealing two l jet skis on a trailer hitched to a 4X4 monster truck. [The Festival Project ™] I'm telling you. You got to get yourself one of these. I don't know, Bob, how does it work? BOB odenkirk opens a large, obscure black bag that's nearly half his own size by way of one way zipper. I'll show you. {Enter The Multiverse} JOHNNY CARSON has been in the DRUNK TANK for the maximum allowance, 48 hours, yet his blood alcohol level still reads 3 times over the legal limit. He is transferred to DETOX as the mysterious circumstances surrounding his car accident, and then the apparent disappearance of his entire “car” a (then) brand-new DeLorean from the scene of the crime, MR. CARSON insists on his lawyer, who under no circumstances seems to exist at all being present. The exact year of his whereabouts are still unknown. Still an hour to the test And I hate myself again Milk and cookies, hit the bed Shut it down, yo Shut it down. DIPLO arrives via HELIPAD to an secret location; a sniper squad of the adversary team watches from an adjacent rooftop via binoculars. …hey. Whaddup. You say diplo's on that list? Yeah. Yo… …There he is. In your sight? Yep. Shoot that motherfucker! …I can't. Why not? He's like— Just shoot, fool. —he's like holding something. So? I don't know what; it just seems— What the fuck, dawg. It just seems important. Let me see. Look. [ESSE looks down the sights and zooms to see DIPLO is holding an object firmly in his grasp. He appears to be twirling it purposefully as he conversates wi th associate.] Yeah! Get em! Shoot that motherfucker! Where the hell have you been? In my fuckpad. Where the hell is that? You haven't seen my fuckpad? What even is that. It's ballin. Whatever, dog. Did you get the— Shh. Why else would I be here? [beat] You look— did you cut your hair or something. You're so redundant. Yo shoot that motherfucker. What are you waiting for?! He's right there? Apparently, we've been building to this moment from another dimension in from another point in the series? I thought— {Enter The Multiverse} [The Identity Crisis] The identity crisis, A loose knit muse, A fog of confusion At most, let with offline regaining of conciousness. No more monsters? All blondes are. Let them have you No grapple promotions (I know I can't afford you) New friends for relevance Prototypes of your tools Forward all immortals I'll see you when your shows stop Freckled glances Eyes reflecting light How strong I am Demolish monsters Social structure, constructs Not fair, are I? Nor earned, Only fair skinned Access Access Access denied. Crookshanks, old boy! The man turns around almost as if he doesn't want to, but obliges the other man, as he comes running towards him. My Goodness, you stink. Why of course! I'm a dog! 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I have eyes in the back of my head I have goats at the top of my bed I have goats on the cap of my knee I think I wrote my own obituary Oh, you hetcha Bitch, you ain't me Shit be poppin off at the rock in 8 minutes exactly In studio 8H That's where I am, Amen again Cause I meant it And I mix in the pancake batter Perhaps some berries? Apparently not, 7 minutes and counting I'm at the Rock Now I'm putting away my don't ask, don't tell Ok. Okay? Okay? Now I'm making arrangements; Don't want to be your favorite, I just miss LA with a hankering Call Hank team USA That's FBI I'm so Walter White that I watch Saturday Night — not live, though I'm too broke for peacock, YouTube And cable! Dang, bro! How many subscriptions do I need Just not to dry myself to sleep. Send me some pictures January jonesing for a free ride scholarship To on God university, Aka: inside the TV DOBT BE EVIL. WRITE ME A SEQUEL! Ok tv people First just let me … son of a bitch! I told you she'd be back. Yo. Whaddup. You killed Jimmy Fallon! I did not. You did! Yes you did. I didn't. He was already like that. What! You heard me! Explain to me how— This man: [This man] *heavy gasps and anxietal wheezing fills the room* Explain this. Metaphisics. That doesn't explain anything. It explains everything, actually. *explodes* Excuse me, miss— do I smell a remix? No, that's pancakes. I got capacity for losers; I'm no longer lonely A broke in horse with no saddle Don't ride me less it's barevack Down and dirty Downhome and in the raw I like to buck And I like it hard A strong gallop and pull, Top speed Why I don't pay for dreams Why I got tv and movie stars in my dreams Why Ariana grande so pretty? Why when we leave outside the crowd still roaring for an e core? Why am I a mogul; Why do I look like a fashion icon? God for it right, I guess but why do I still feel Wildly unsatisfied The lights said I left the water on Turn the lights off Turn the water on I speak color, I am an animal I spoke 9 Gods I am an animal Rise to the occasion I broke the code I threw the rock off the rock k I smoke the fountain I run the block once Come twice Nice shockwave right there Hi God. A beautiful night to die But no time to fall I despaired on desire, Why right on Maine Radio towers Icons Beautiful glimmering city Mayday mayday went haywire Repeat Mayday mayday Went haywire Repeat Mayday mayday Went haywire Now rinse thoroughly Alright, alright. So hawked it. You hawked my father's antique stopwatch?! Sorry. Sorry?! AAAAGG— [The Festival Project ™{ Mayday mayday Went heywire They need more scriptwriters I want an empire I wrote half of the Super Bowl commercials Mayday mayday Oh man. Oh, fuck. You had better wash your hands before you touch my crotch. I don't. Give me—- my— body back. Nope. AUghhhh. My inspiration is dead in the water Can't watch hot ones That guy ruined it Ruined September And ruined October Ruined the cosmos And ruined my song, bro— I'm ruined. My inspiration is dead in the water I am a trash can, Man, this is awkward I won an award for songs post mortem Then I wrote more of them This is the afterlife I'm an immortal. My inspiration is dead in the water I'm just not moved man I need a baseball cap and some phantoms A laxatives Maybe some large hands A ball glove Some box seats Smoked sausage And the dodgers. I wanna go home and not be homeless. I want a condo above four stories. I want the whole world on top of its axis I want the other half of the balance My whole life been whack, Where's the reverse card? Run the tarot— Pull the rewards back, Don't touch the foreskin, Call back the foreman Redact that! Redact that! We're starting to crossfires. We met at the crossroads; One goes down, one goes up. Oh, the Irish are back, look: That's good— I got bored. {enter The multiverse} We were at blue suits and sweater vests And now I know better than To count on comics designed to be weather men Of pop culture— current events a spin on the news l went there for clarity, And left there confused. Confused. If the transmitter is at the World Trade Center, Then why is it every time I to go Rockefeller Center, I feel like I've just been electrocuted? Not enough to die, but like I'm buzzing all over and out of my body? Remarkably, and no matter what — Whenever I'm there, I just feel weird. Like, mad weird. Hey. What. Did you see a guy? I'm a guy. Really? Apparently. Well, I'm looking for this guy. I did see a guy like that. Really? Yeah. He was weird. Which way did he go? Uh. [Sunni BLU points up] Really? He went upstairs? Sure! Huh. Thanks. Whatever. I need you to need me I need me to be cool I need you to want me To love me To free me To love me To hold you I know you I know you I know. Knockout with a scarred lip Knockout was a good guy Knockout got knocked up Knockout had a good try Knockout got knocked out Knockout had a good cry Knockout got locked up Goodbye. Good luck. Here's a chalice. 09. Don't waste time. But I'm tired I'm shadow boxing my mind I'm lights out Candles lit I, I, I I, me, mine And God But I won't waste time I'm still dried out I got my eyes lost Wrapped around you In hindsight I'm behind Blind to the power I love my readheads and range rovers I lost my mind on mullholland Pull over and vomit And suddenly I'm at the Portal Plummet Plaza. [The Festival Project ™ ] The rock and the kite VI Rosie o donnel is chillin. Jimmy Kimmel kicks in the door. Oh look, the cat is back. Meow. To what do I owe the pleasure. You remember that cup of sugar you borrowed? …okay? I need it back. I see. —and my blender. Rosie o donnel takes a deep breath and then sighs. The cup of sugar I can help you with… the blender, I still need. Fair. Follow me. Rosie and Jimmy exit the room, the glimmer of the television still flickering on the green postered armchair with the remote control atop the armrest m; the actual cat (we presume) climbs up into the chair and appears to begin watching the TV? What's on the TV? Why, it's the very orogramme we're all currently tuned into. This just got meta. Again. The cat, looking bored, changes the channel to Garfield. Much better. He looks satisfied now, but is entirely still 199% just a cat. We presume. Your body ponders My eye wander to you're belt buckle My mind watches. Sorry. Your body calls me. My love hurts. I want you. My thought sparkles with the thought of a touch I'm not hungry, I just want you I desire to hold hands and then Dive off I thought you up to love you The time was wrong So now I watch That's all A long rush to nothing Dogtown, Godland. Longboards, longhairs, all body No shine, bro Hard wax, yellow soldier Wavestirm? Epoxy? North shore surf boards Surf harder Fuck New York I wanna go home Panoramic Hollywood golden Who lost apartheid Who first of all Chosen sources First mate Overboard Long hair Wrong rowboat Oh lover Lord of all I almost forgot it was Saturday, Saturday Night I was too busy not working I'm all yours for Passover I'm all ears, And now I get a sense that this Is my last and greatest trick; Disappearing for this, And again forever This is going to take Forever All wrong: You work for the network Interesting choice of wardrobe– another old code magician Ring on opposite finger– The other, I'm so much aware of The ice cream in tubs on the road Not melted, but partially hardened I can also feign confusion You don't say, You don't say, now. Shake hands with your guest; Monologue, monologue smug smirk Make good face– Now put a name to the face Put a time to the place IOh, all the love in the world in three flames All the doves in the flock, And three flames Put a name to the face Monologue monologue Doesnt take long but When do i get to slap the desk? Johnny! What happened? Whats the 10 vodkas, Five spritzers Full figure Figure this You were out for the count! Do tell! Or better yet, don't. I remember tgis mologue, But i dont know how 16 hours ago, I was Out for the count, you say?! OUT, Johnny! Our market is livid! lol who plays john carson Your mother. YO! I'M OLD! I LIKE OLD DUDES NOW! I'm like When the fuck did this happen?! That ain't no SILVER FOX! That's a TOTALLY CUTE DUDE! HE'S 55!! OH NOOOOOOOO! i'M OLD!!!!!!! its wednesday eve in Boston Mass… SETH MEYERS! Ah, he's going for it. Ah, man. SHOW ME YOUR EYES. Fuck. SHOW ME YOUR EYES! SUDAKIS shines a bright flash light into his former colleagues eyes. …You're not Seth Meyers. Seth Meyers does not respond, but relaxes slightly; it's obviously not safe to be Seth Meyers right now. Where's Seth Meyers? Seth shrugs but still doesn't say anything– Where is he? I have to stop here; Cop out for body language somebody's watching Somebody knows who I am I am I remember now You looked like that It went like this: I moved the world The need was good The love was gone The vein was split open And broken No fair Also, no omletts 60 minutes 60 years and 60 second clips 60 second glimpses 60 men on television but really, my attention just centers on Around ten of them or so And believe it or not, I care approach. Believe it or not, I care Or don't! –or don't! Johnny! You don't get it! You missed a show! THE tonight show! We are fucked! we are NOT! youre still sauced. I'll just take the car! What car!? Now that JOHNNY CARSON knows his Delorean can time travel, he's absolutely unstoppable. Unfortunately, it appears his delorean has been switched with a regular one– If I shoot you in your forehead? I'd rather that, than this. And I kiss you in your temple? Dear templeton, my simpleton's i'll die I desire. A wicked want. And then? A callous shadow, If i may, To bear for nothing, But a mirror This is our concept And wilted her e the flower does grow the flame The faming true and ache of lust and there For our want a jasper shore and emerald cascades there you are, And there you'll find The wave beyond the peaking break where great white sharks reside But do not wade to shallow waters; And there you find peace, And there you find certainty But now, And here, is war And fortune not but seeks truth in the gaze And for fear there does not live, but hides instead the truth that seeks to guide the lite, And yet does know our trust And there does find the faith, Forward and not Upwards and back Arrow and arrow Truth and sparrow Wreaking and wretched thoughts And the rope does hang high and solemn Looking, leap and gasp For I fall but did not land I pulled for you, I weep, my shadow, The two of diamonds, the Ace of spades, The Three of Hearts, Without my shadow I weep. I know for you nothing but conscious and knowing and needing and fated departure. I know for you nothing but chakras and eyesight and shadows and foresight. I need fo you nothing but want and by conscious, departure For nothing I want you, I weep. Sorrow. On approach of danger, The knowing, On seeth did gather, the sinking ritual the carried tribes in ships tied, weaving strings The spider bites hard And she stole my love twice And she stole my love always And she stole my love Lighting my light wit blue eyes The deception If love could be stolen at all But if not Then not love for seeking is finding and gathered had hunted And truth in forbearer Forbearance and otherwords, Shadows and shattered and ferris wheels, Now forward Gathered here for are I trust And be dismayed for you have faltered You have failures and you have cast us out of these things thinking We have not made them for you And still we seek to gather with you And here does forshadow your making Our promise to come as ones, Not as Gods, But as others, you cast out. Now, with your wicked ways and cruel be done, for sure the tables have turn, one And the gallows have not wandered far, Barrels of guns and barbells bottles and hearts of three reading cards and wanting none but justice Is he and she who are I now Begin to run from your pitied structure And there in the gasping cruelness of seeking from warcrimes this, come what may, Moving and seeking, For seeking is finding, And run, my legs have come far But trust, my dove, My wings have too, sprouted An honor, an honor one candle and three wicks Three candles and three worlds over One world and one building and still far from under the Hollywoodland Crickets sounding The Hollywood Sign Still standing and here I am not, Blades of grass And who are I now Of that which you balk at Look, ponder Go, far asunder And wish now had you not What I am is that, Run Temper temper. Mind your business. Is it gathered? To burn, or burden? Gathered. Gathered here. Then here ive wandered. To stake? Argue. I will not. And I will not. Wiry bird, From where you flown i do ponder– re d with spirit and wilding eyes, Narrow server and paring wires; I do not wish to know you now or ever, But only as bird that does golden remember. The love has not gone, And instead lives in my throat, And twists in my lungs, Ans sits in my tongue, Not as speech, or whispers, But tragedy. Unknowing this, my tender being It can never be, the nervous hill And rolling down the hill as if The weel of time itself, Not unbroken, but resilient; In sll ways, meant to tear And turn, And wobble Made for terrain for which our eyes have known And our minds have built And hands molded wiith clay, The bodies whole of all our galaxies terra feighn Terra fine Terra wept tears of a clown, And iron And veins And shadows And plays, And secrets , And whispers And truth And far And Afters. I taste a saline drip, I swallow, Suddenly cold and all the knowing that What I was, I surely already am again And what I will be, Has already come and past. The monologue, I do remember Face to a name and none to forget Well rehearsed forager! Well done bayonet! Well done, my shadow For my time is coming to wander to night And never today again for it shall never Today again, And Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow. [The Festival Project ™ ] They said he would destroy me. …Ya'll were right. that fucked me up. {Enter The Multiverse} So…forfeit? Something tells me its not over The heavy heart is shattered But also tied to that which appears to come upward As if on air To be heavy And lighthearted at once– A shadow above a balloon. A rock is attached to a kite– A diamond becomes a bassoon, Then a vampire bat, and then Cut ties. In the fourth act, we all die, and now– A revival. I was crucified, But i was also suicidal so. Lets just call it a tie. L E G E N D S V.O. Crusher. My show was being subliminally plugged on at least two of the five major networks. Safe bet I could make it a third, but I didn't know where to check. I did…but didn't want to. There was much beyond the surface, Darkness in the glimmering eyes of the men in ties and uniformed suits. I was sure I was tied to something– And since I didn't know why, Or to what, The best bet I'm all in. Fuck. Was to stay broken, Under the radar, Hidden, and most importantly– Unspoken. These days. I kept more to myself than I could with the world– As it turned out… No, not yet. What do you mean? It's not time yet. They'll have to know. But not yet. At some point, they'll have to know. But not–yet. No time like the present. You made that up. Because you made up time. And it's stupid. This is ruthless. And again–they'll have to learn somehow. But not now. The sun sets at noon on our side, and still 21 hours of dark time. Did I have another tag to throw on it this? No. Are you sure? Doesn't the new series have a subtitle? No. Is it not “quantum force” That's only one, though. What's the difference. ERMO, DON'T! I'm gonna kill him! BIG BOYD, DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT! DOn't tell me what to DO. Wow. of course. Well yeah, they're not going to let me do– LAWYERS No. Any of this stuff with the actual muppets. You're wasting precious time! GET BACK IN YOUR HOLE, RED. ok, where does it– {cut to black} Learning to assimilate and readily avalible What's next A vape to calm the nerves? What's next? A hero fighting for relevance in corporate structure. Sure, some would pay to dress an avatar But I've run out of water before I try to laugh and roll with the punches This is work and not fun for me This is not social, it's business I am not person, I'm product. Go on a walk, and look the part I took the oath, I shed the blood— Cruxes. This is a bad idea, Mark. Fuck you. All my ideas are great. MARK WAHLBERG enters the cooridor and opens the metal double doors, revealing two l jet skis on a trailer hitched to a 4X4 monster truck. [The Festival Project ™] I'm telling you. You got to get yourself one of these. I don't know, Bob, how does it work? BOB odenkirk opens a large, obscure black bag that's nearly half his own size by way of one way zipper. I'll show you. {Enter The Multiverse} JOHNNY CARSON has been in the DRUNK TANK for the maximum allowance, 48 hours, yet his blood alcohol level still reads 3 times over the legal limit. He is transferred to DETOX as the mysterious circumstances surrounding his car accident, and then the apparent disappearance of his entire “car” a (then) brand-new DeLorean from the scene of the crime, MR. CARSON insists on his lawyer, who under no circumstances seems to exist at all being present. The exact year of his whereabouts are still unknown. Still an hour to the test And I hate myself again Milk and cookies, hit the bed Shut it down, yo Shut it down. DIPLO arrives via HELIPAD to an secret location; a sniper squad of the adversary team watches from an adjacent rooftop via binoculars. …hey. Whaddup. You say diplo's on that list? Yeah. Yo… …There he is. In your sight? Yep. Shoot that motherfucker! …I can't. Why not? He's like— Just shoot, fool. —he's like holding something. So? I don't know what; it just seems— What the fuck, dawg. It just seems important. Let me see. Look. [ESSE looks down the sights and zooms to see DIPLO is holding an object firmly in his grasp. He appears to be twirling it purposefully as he conversates wi th associate.] Yeah! Get em! Shoot that motherfucker! Where the hell have you been? In my fuckpad. Where the hell is that? You haven't seen my fuckpad? What even is that. It's ballin. Whatever, dog. Did you get the— Shh. Why else would I be here? [beat] You look— did you cut your hair or something. You're so redundant. Yo shoot that motherfucker. What are you waiting for?! He's right there? Apparently, we've been building to this moment from another dimension in from another point in the series? I thought— {Enter The Multiverse} [The Identity Crisis] The identity crisis, A loose knit muse, A fog of confusion At most, let with offline regaining of conciousness. No more monsters? All blondes are. Let them have you No grapple promotions (I know I can't afford you) New friends for relevance Prototypes of your tools Forward all immortals I'll see you when your shows stop Freckled glances Eyes reflecting light How strong I am Demolish monsters Social structure, constructs Not fair, are I? Nor earned, Only fair skinned Access Access Access denied. Crookshanks, old boy! The man turns around almost as if he doesn't want to, but obliges the other man, as he comes running towards him. My Goodness, you stink. Why of course! I'm a dog! 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Https://www.iamu.guru “THE FLUFFER” I have eyes in the back of my head I have goats at the top of my bed I have goats on the cap of my knee I think I wrote my own obituary Oh, you hetcha Bitch, you ain't me Shit be poppin off at the rock in 8 minutes exactly In studio 8H That's where I am, Amen again Cause I meant it And I mix in the pancake batter Perhaps some berries? Apparently not, 7 minutes and counting I'm at the Rock Now I'm putting away my don't ask, don't tell Ok. Okay? Okay? Now I'm making arrangements; Don't want to be your favorite, I just miss LA with a hankering Call Hank team USA That's FBI I'm so Walter White that I watch Saturday Night — not live, though I'm too broke for peacock, YouTube And cable! Dang, bro! How many subscriptions do I need Just not to cry myself to sleep. Send me some pictures January jonesing for a free ride scholarship To on God university, Aka: inside the TV DOBT BE EVIL. WRITE ME A SEQUEL! Ok TV people First just let me … son of a bitch! I told you she'd be back. Yo. Whaddup. You killed Jimmy Fallon! I did not. You did! Yes you did. I didn't. He was already like that. What! You heard me! Explain to me how— This man: [This man] *heavy gasps and anxietal wheezing fills the room* Explain this. Metaphisics. That doesn't explain anything. It explains everything, actually. *explodes* Excuse me, miss— do I smell a remix? No, that's pancakes. I got zero capacity for losers; I'm no longer lonely A broke in horse with no saddle Don't ride me less it's bareback Down and dirty Downhome and in the raw I like to buck And I like it hard A strong gallop and pull, Top speed Why I don't pay for dreams Why I got TV and movie stars in my dreams Why Ariana Grande so pretty? Why when we leave outside the crowd still roaring for an eNcore? Why am I a mogul; Why do I look like a fashion icon? God got it right, I guess but why do I still feel Wildly unsatisfied The lights said I left the water on Turn the lights off Turn the water on I speak color, I am an animal I spoke 9 Gods I am an animal Rise to the occasion I broke the code I threw the rock off the rock I smoke the fountain I run the block once Come twice Nice shockwave right there Hi God. A beautiful night to die But no time to fall I despaired on desire, Why right on Maine Radio towers Icons Beautiful glimmering city Mayday mayday went haywire Repeat Mayday mayday Went haywire Repeat Mayday mayday Went haywire Now rinse thoroughly Alright, alright. So hawked it. You hawked my father's antique stopwatch?! Sorry. Sorry?! AAAAGG— [The Festival Project ™] Mayday mayday Went heywire They need more scriptwriters I want an empire I wrote half of the Super Bowl commercials Mayday mayday Oh man. Oh, fuck. You had better wash your hands before you touch my crotch. I don't. Give me—- my— body back. Nope. AUghhhh. My inspiration is dead in the water Can't watch hot ones That guy ruined it Ruined September And ruined October Ruined the cosmos And ruined my song, bro— I'm ruined. My inspiration is dead in the water I am a trash can, Man, this is awkward I won an award for songs post mortem Then I wrote more of them This is the afterlife I'm an immortal. My inspiration is dead in the water I'm just not moved, man I need a baseball cap and some phantoms A laxative Maybe some large hands A ball glove Some box seats Smoked sausage And the dodgers. I wanna go home and not be homeless. I want a condo above four stories. I want the whole world on top of its axis I want the other half of the balance My whole life been whack, Where's the reverse card? Run the tarot— Pull the rewards back, Don't touch the foreskin, Call back the foreman Redact that! Redact that! We're starting to cross fires. We met at the crossroads; One goes down, one goes up. Oh, the Irish are back, look: That's good— I got bored. {Enter The multiverse} We were at blue suits and sweater vests And now I know better than To count on comics designed to be weather men Of pop culture— current events a spin on the news l went there for clarity, And left there confused. Confused. If the transmitter is at the World Trade Center, Then why is it every time I to go Rockefeller, I feel like I've just been electrocuted? Not enough to die, but like I'm buzzing all over and out of my body? Remarkably, and no matter what — Whenever I'm there, I just feel weird. Like, mad weird. Hey. What. Did you see a guy? I'm a guy. Really? Apparently. Well, I'm looking for this guy. I did see a guy like that. Really? Yeah. He was weird. Which way did he go? Uh. [Sunni BLU points up] Really? He went upstairs? Sure! Huh. Thanks. Whatever. I need you to need me I need me to be cool I need you to want me To love me To free me To love me To hold you I know you I know you I know. Knockout with a scarred lip Knockout was a good guy Knockout got knocked up Knockout had a good try Knockout got knocked out Knockout had a good cry Knockout got locked up Goodbye. Good luck. Here's a chalice. [09. Don't waste time.] But I'm tired I'm shadow boxing my mind I'm lights out Candles lit I, I, I I, me, mine And God But I won't waste time I'm still dried out I got my eyes lost Wrapped around you In hindsight I'm behind Blind to the power I love my readheads and range rovers I lost my mind on Mulholland Pull over and vomit And suddenly I'm at the— Portal Plummet Plaza. [The Festival Project ™ ] The rock and the kite VI Ahem. “The Rock and The Kite VI” ROSIE O'DONNEL is chillin. JIMMY KIMMEL kicks in the door. ROSIE Oh look, the cat is back. BIG JIMMY Meow. ROSIE To what do I owe the pleasure. BIG JIMMY You remember that cup of sugar you borrowed? ROSIE …okay? BIG JIMMY I need it back. ROSIE [beat] I see. BIG JIMMY —and my blender. ROSIE O DONNEL takes a deep breath and then sighs. ROSIE The cup of sugar I can help you with… the blender, I still need. BIG JIMMY [KIMMEL] Fair. ROSIE Follow me. ROSIE AND JIMMY exit the room, the glimmer of the television still flickering on the green upholstered armchair with the remote control atop the armrest; the actual CAT (we presume) climbs up into the chair and appears to begin watching the TV? What's on the TV? Why, it's the very programme we're all currently tuned into. This just got meta. Again. The CAR, looking bored, changes the channel to Garfield. Much better. He looks satisfied now, but is entirely still 199% just a cat. We presume. Your body ponders My eye wander to your belt buckle My mind watches. Sorry. Your body calls me. My love hurts. I want you. My thought sparkles with the thought of a touch I'm not hungry, I just want you I desire to hold hands and then Dive off I thought you up to love you The time was wrong So now I watch That's all A long rush to nothing. Dogtown, Godland. Longboards, longhairs, all body No shine, bro Hard wax, yellow soldier Wavestorm? Epoxy? North shore surf boards Surf harder Fuck New York I wanna go home Panoramic Hollywood golden Who lost apartheid Who first of all Chosen sources First mate Overboard Long hair Wrong rowboat Oh lover Lord of all [The Festival Project ™] I almost forgot it was Saturday, Saturday Night I was too busy not working I'm all yours for Passover I'm all ears, And now I get a sense that this Is my last and greatest trick; Disappearing for this, And again forever This is going to take Forever All wrong: You work for the network Interesting choice of wardrobe– another old code magician Ring on opposite finger– The other, I'm so much aware of The ice cream in tubs on the road Not melted, but partially hardened I can also feign confusion You don't say, You don't say, now. {Enter The Multiverse} Shake hands with your guest; Monologue, monologue smug smirk Make good face– Now put a name to the face Put a time to the place Oh, all the love in the world in three flames All the doves in the flock, And three flames Put a name to the face Monologue monologue Doesn't take long but When do i get to slap the desk? Johnny! JOHNNY CARSON is wearing the usual getup and a pair of very dark sunglasses. What happened? Whats the- 10 vodkas, Five spritzers Full figure Figure this You were out for the count! Do tell! Or better yet, don't. I remember This monologue, But i dont know how 16 hours ago, I was— Out for the count, you say?! OUT, Johnny! Our market is livid! lol who plays john carson Your mother. YO! I'M OLD! I LIKE OLD DUDES NOW! I'm like When the fuck did this happen?! That ain't no SILVER FOX! That's a TOTALLY CUTE DUDE! HE'S 55!! OH NOOOOOOOO! i'M OLD!!!!!!! its wednesday eve in Boston Mass… SETH MEYERS! Ah, he's going for it. Ah, man. SHOW ME YOUR EYES. Fuck. SHOW ME YOUR EYES! SUDAKIS shines a bright flash light into his former colleagues eyes. …You're not Seth Meyers. Seth Meyers does not respond, but relaxes slightly; it's obviously not safe to be Seth Meyers right now. Where's Seth Meyers? Seth shrugs but still doesn't say anything– Where is he? I have to stop here; Cop out for body language somebody's watching Somebody knows who I am I am I remember now You looked like that It went like this: I moved the world The need was good The love was gone The vein was split open And broken No fair Also, no omelettes 60 minutes 60 years and 60 second clips 60 second glimpses 60 men on television but really, my attention just centers on Around ten of them or so And believe it or not, I care approach. Believe it or not, I care Or don't! –or don't! Johnny! You don't get it! You missed a show! THE Tonight show! We are fucked! we are NOT! youre still sauced. I'll just take the car! What car!? Now that JOHNNY CARSON knows his Delorean can time travel, he's absolutely unstoppable. Unfortunately, it appears his DeLorean has been switched with a regular one– If I shoot you in your forehead? I'd rather that, than this. And I kiss you in your temple? Dear templeton, my simpleton's i'll die I desire. A wicked want. And then? A callous shadow, If i may, To bear for nothing, But a mirror This is our concept And wilted here the flower does grow the flame The flaming true and ache of lust and there For our want a jasper shore and emerald cascades there you are, And there you'll find The wave beyond the peaking break where great white sharks reside But do not wade to shallow waters; And there you find peace, And there you find certainty But now, And here, is war And fortune not but seeks truth in the gaze And for fear there does not live, but hides instead the truth that seeks to guide the lite, And yet does know our trust And there does find the faith, Forward and not Upwards and back Arrow and arrow Truth and sparrow Wreaking and wretched thoughts And the rope does hang high and solemn Looking, leap and gasp For I fall but did not land I pulled for you, I weep, my shadow, The two of diamonds, the Ace of spades, The Three of Hearts, Without my shadow I weep. I know for you nothing but conscious and knowing and needing and fated departure. I know for you nothing but chakras and eyesight and shadows and foresight. I need fo you nothing but want and by conscious, departure For nothing I want you, I weep. Sorrow. On approach of danger, The knowing, On seeth did gather, the sinking ritual the carried tribes in ships tied, weaving strings The spider bites hard And she stole my love twice And she stole my love always And she stole my love Lighting my light wit blue eyes The deception If love could be stolen at all But if not Then not love for seeking is finding and gathered had hunted And truth in forbearer Forbearance and otherwords, Shadows and shattered and ferris wheels, Now forward Gathered here for are I trust And be dismayed for you have faltered You have failures and you have cast us out of these things thinking We have not made them for you And still we seek to gather with you And here does forshadow your making Our promise to come as ones, Not as Gods, But as others, you cast out. Now, with your wicked ways and cruel be done, for sure the tables have turn, one And the gallows have not wandered far, Barrels of guns and barbells bottles and hearts of three reading cards and wanting none but justice Is he and she who are I now Begin to run from your pitied structure And there in the gasping cruelness of seeking from warcrimes this, come what may, Moving and seeking, For seeking is finding, And run, my legs have come far But trust, my dove, My wings have too, sprouted An honor, an honor one candle and three wicks Three candles and three worlds over One world and one building and still far from under the Hollywoodland Crickets sounding The Hollywood Sign Still standing and here I am not, Blades of grass And who are I now Of that which you balk at Look, ponder Go, far asunder And wish now had you not What I am is that, Run Temper temper. Mind your business. Is it gathered? To burn, or burden? Gathered. Gathered here. Then here ive wandered. To stake? Argue. I will not. And I will not. Wiry bird, From where you flown i do ponder– red with spirit and wilding eyes, Narrow server and paring wires; I do not wish to know you now or ever, But only as bird that does golden remember. The love has not gone, And instead lives in my throat, And twists in my lungs, Ans sits in my tongue, Not as speech, or whispers, But tragedy. Unknowing this, my tender being It can never be, the nervous hill And rolling down the hill as if The weel of time itself, Not unbroken, but resilient; In sll ways, meant to tear And turn, And wobble Made for terrain for which our eyes have known And our minds have built And hands molded wiith clay, The bodies whole of all our galaxies terra feighn Terra fine Terra wept tears of a clown, And iron And veins And shadows And plays, And secrets , And whispers And truth And far And Afters. I taste a saline drip, I swallow, Suddenly cold and all the knowing that What I was, I surely already am again And what I will be, Has already come and past. The monologue, I do remember Face to a name and none to forget Well rehearsed forager! Well done bayonet! Well done, my shadow For my time is coming to wander to night And never today again for it shall never Today again, And Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow. [The Festival Project ™ ] They said he would destroy me. …Ya'll were right. that fucked me up. {Enter The Multiverse} So…forfeit? Something tells me its not over The heavy heart is shattered But also tied to that which appears to come upward As if on air To be heavy And lighthearted at once– A shadow above a balloon. A rock is attached to a kite– A diamond becomes a bassoon, Then a vampire bat, and then Cut ties. In the fourth act, we all die, and now– A revival. I was crucified, But i was also suicidal so. Lets just call it a tie. L E G E N D S V.O. Crusher. My show was being subliminally plugged on at least two of the five major networks. Safe bet I could make it a third, but I didn't know where to check. I did…but didn't want to. There was much beyond the surface, Darkness in the glimmering eyes of the men in ties and uniformed suits. I was sure I was tied to something– And since I didn't know why, Or to what, The best bet— I'm all in. Fuck. Was to stay broken, Under the radar, Hidden, and most importantly– Unspoken. These days. I kept more to myself than I could with the world– As it turned out… No, not yet. What do you mean? It's not time yet. They'll have to know. But not yet. At some point, they'll have to know. But not–yet. No time like the present. You made that up. Because you made up time. And it's stupid. This is ruthless. And again–they'll have to learn somehow. But not now. The sun sets at noon on our side, and still 21 hours of dark time. Did I have another tag to throw on it this? No. Are you sure? Doesn't the new series have a subtitle? No. Is it not “quantum force” That's only one, though. What's the difference. ERMO, DON'T! I'm gonna kill him! BIG BOYD, DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT! DOn't tell me what to DO. Wow. of course. Well yeah, they're not going to let me do– LAWYERS No. Any of this stuff with the actual muppets. CO-OH-NO-NAN You're wasting precious time! GET BACK IN YOUR HOLE, RED. ok, where does it– {cut to black} Learning to assimilate and readily available What's next A vape to calm the nerves? What's next? A hero fighting for relevance in corporate structure. Sure, some would pay to dress an avatar But I've run out of water before I try to laugh and roll with the punches This is work and not fun for me This is not social, it's business I am not person, I'm product. Go on a walk, and look the part I took the oath, I shed the blood— Cruxes. This is a bad idea, Mark. Fuck you. All my ideas are great. MARK WAHLBERG enters the cooridor and opens the metal double doors, revealing two l jet skis on a trailer hitched to a 4X4 monster truck. [The Festival Project ™] I'm telling you. You got to get yourself one of these. I don't know, Bob, how does it work? BOB odenkirk opens a large, obscure black bag that's nearly half his own size by way of one way zipper. I'll show you. {Enter The Multiverse} JOHNNY CARSON has been in the DRUNK TANK for the maximum allowance, 48 hours, yet his blood alcohol level still reads 3 times over the legal limit. He is transferred to DETOX as the mysterious circumstances surrounding his car accident, and then the apparent disappearance of his entire “car” a (then) brand-new DeLorean from the scene of the crime, MR. CARSON insists on his lawyer, who under no circumstances seems to exist at all being present. The exact year of his whereabouts are still unknown. Still an hour to the test And I hate myself again Milk and cookies, hit the bed Shut it down, yo Shut it down. DIPLO arrives via HELIPAD to an secret location; a sniper squad of the adversary team watches from an adjacent rooftop via binoculars. …hey. Whaddup. You say diplo's on that list? Yeah. Yo… …There he is. In your sight? Yep. Shoot that motherfucker! …I can't. Why not? He's like— Just shoot, fool. —he's like holding something. So? I don't know what; it just seems— What the fuck, dawg. It just seems important. Let me see. Look. [ESSE looks down the sights and zooms to see DIPLO is holding an object firmly in his grasp. He appears to be twirling it purposefully as he converses with his associate.] Yeah! Get em! Shoot that motherfucker! Where the hell have you been? In my fuckpad. Where the hell is that? You haven't seen my fuckpad? What even is that. It's ballin. Whatever, dog. Did you get the— Shh. Why else would I be here? [beat] You look— did you cut your hair or something. You're so redundant. Yo shoot that motherfucker. What are you waiting for?! He's right there? Apparently, we've been building to this moment from another dimension in from another point in the series? I thought— {Enter The Multiverse} {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2022 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

Https://www.iamu.guru “THE FLUFFER” I have eyes in the back of my head I have goats at the top of my bed I have goats on the cap of my knee I think I wrote my own obituary Oh, you hetcha Bitch, you ain't me Shit be poppin off at the rock in 8 minutes exactly In studio 8H That's where I am, Amen again Cause I meant it And I mix in the pancake batter Perhaps some berries? Apparently not, 7 minutes and counting I'm at the Rock Now I'm putting away my don't ask, don't tell Ok. Okay? Okay? Now I'm making arrangements; Don't want to be your favorite, I just miss LA with a hankering Call Hank team USA That's FBI I'm so Walter White that I watch Saturday Night — not live, though I'm too broke for peacock, YouTube And cable! Dang, bro! How many subscriptions do I need Just not to cry myself to sleep. Send me some pictures January jonesing for a free ride scholarship To on God university, Aka: inside the TV DOBT BE EVIL. WRITE ME A SEQUEL! Ok TV people First just let me … son of a bitch! I told you she'd be back. Yo. Whaddup. You killed Jimmy Fallon! I did not. You did! Yes you did. I didn't. He was already like that. What! You heard me! Explain to me how— This man: [This man] *heavy gasps and anxietal wheezing fills the room* Explain this. Metaphisics. That doesn't explain anything. It explains everything, actually. *explodes* Excuse me, miss— do I smell a remix? No, that's pancakes. I got zero capacity for losers; I'm no longer lonely A broke in horse with no saddle Don't ride me less it's bareback Down and dirty Downhome and in the raw I like to buck And I like it hard A strong gallop and pull, Top speed Why I don't pay for dreams Why I got TV and movie stars in my dreams Why Ariana Grande so pretty? Why when we leave outside the crowd still roaring for an eNcore? Why am I a mogul; Why do I look like a fashion icon? God got it right, I guess but why do I still feel Wildly unsatisfied The lights said I left the water on Turn the lights off Turn the water on I speak color, I am an animal I spoke 9 Gods I am an animal Rise to the occasion I broke the code I threw the rock off the rock I smoke the fountain I run the block once Come twice Nice shockwave right there Hi God. A beautiful night to die But no time to fall I despaired on desire, Why right on Maine Radio towers Icons Beautiful glimmering city Mayday mayday went haywire Repeat Mayday mayday Went haywire Repeat Mayday mayday Went haywire Now rinse thoroughly Alright, alright. So hawked it. You hawked my father's antique stopwatch?! Sorry. Sorry?! AAAAGG— [The Festival Project ™] Mayday mayday Went heywire They need more scriptwriters I want an empire I wrote half of the Super Bowl commercials Mayday mayday Oh man. Oh, fuck. You had better wash your hands before you touch my crotch. I don't. Give me—- my— body back. Nope. AUghhhh. My inspiration is dead in the water Can't watch hot ones That guy ruined it Ruined September And ruined October Ruined the cosmos And ruined my song, bro— I'm ruined. My inspiration is dead in the water I am a trash can, Man, this is awkward I won an award for songs post mortem Then I wrote more of them This is the afterlife I'm an immortal. My inspiration is dead in the water I'm just not moved, man I need a baseball cap and some phantoms A laxative Maybe some large hands A ball glove Some box seats Smoked sausage And the dodgers. I wanna go home and not be homeless. I want a condo above four stories. I want the whole world on top of its axis I want the other half of the balance My whole life been whack, Where's the reverse card? Run the tarot— Pull the rewards back, Don't touch the foreskin, Call back the foreman Redact that! Redact that! We're starting to cross fires. We met at the crossroads; One goes down, one goes up. Oh, the Irish are back, look: That's good— I got bored. {Enter The multiverse} We were at blue suits and sweater vests And now I know better than To count on comics designed to be weather men Of pop culture— current events a spin on the news l went there for clarity, And left there confused. Confused. If the transmitter is at the World Trade Center, Then why is it every time I to go Rockefeller, I feel like I've just been electrocuted? Not enough to die, but like I'm buzzing all over and out of my body? Remarkably, and no matter what — Whenever I'm there, I just feel weird. Like, mad weird. Hey. What. Did you see a guy? I'm a guy. Really? Apparently. Well, I'm looking for this guy. I did see a guy like that. Really? Yeah. He was weird. Which way did he go? Uh. [Sunni BLU points up] Really? He went upstairs? Sure! Huh. Thanks. Whatever. I need you to need me I need me to be cool I need you to want me To love me To free me To love me To hold you I know you I know you I know. Knockout with a scarred lip Knockout was a good guy Knockout got knocked up Knockout had a good try Knockout got knocked out Knockout had a good cry Knockout got locked up Goodbye. Good luck. Here's a chalice. [09. Don't waste time.] But I'm tired I'm shadow boxing my mind I'm lights out Candles lit I, I, I I, me, mine And God But I won't waste time I'm still dried out I got my eyes lost Wrapped around you In hindsight I'm behind Blind to the power I love my readheads and range rovers I lost my mind on Mulholland Pull over and vomit And suddenly I'm at the— Portal Plummet Plaza. [The Festival Project ™ ] The rock and the kite VI Ahem. “The Rock and The Kite VI” ROSIE O'DONNEL is chillin. JIMMY KIMMEL kicks in the door. ROSIE Oh look, the cat is back. BIG JIMMY Meow. ROSIE To what do I owe the pleasure. BIG JIMMY You remember that cup of sugar you borrowed? ROSIE …okay? BIG JIMMY I need it back. ROSIE [beat] I see. BIG JIMMY —and my blender. ROSIE O DONNEL takes a deep breath and then sighs. ROSIE The cup of sugar I can help you with… the blender, I still need. BIG JIMMY [KIMMEL] Fair. ROSIE Follow me. ROSIE AND JIMMY exit the room, the glimmer of the television still flickering on the green upholstered armchair with the remote control atop the armrest; the actual CAT (we presume) climbs up into the chair and appears to begin watching the TV? What's on the TV? Why, it's the very programme we're all currently tuned into. This just got meta. Again. The CAR, looking bored, changes the channel to Garfield. Much better. He looks satisfied now, but is entirely still 199% just a cat. We presume. Your body ponders My eye wander to your belt buckle My mind watches. Sorry. Your body calls me. My love hurts. I want you. My thought sparkles with the thought of a touch I'm not hungry, I just want you I desire to hold hands and then Dive off I thought you up to love you The time was wrong So now I watch That's all A long rush to nothing. Dogtown, Godland. Longboards, longhairs, all body No shine, bro Hard wax, yellow soldier Wavestorm? Epoxy? North shore surf boards Surf harder Fuck New York I wanna go home Panoramic Hollywood golden Who lost apartheid Who first of all Chosen sources First mate Overboard Long hair Wrong rowboat Oh lover Lord of all [The Festival Project ™] I almost forgot it was Saturday, Saturday Night I was too busy not working I'm all yours for Passover I'm all ears, And now I get a sense that this Is my last and greatest trick; Disappearing for this, And again forever This is going to take Forever All wrong: You work for the network Interesting choice of wardrobe– another old code magician Ring on opposite finger– The other, I'm so much aware of The ice cream in tubs on the road Not melted, but partially hardened I can also feign confusion You don't say, You don't say, now. {Enter The Multiverse} Shake hands with your guest; Monologue, monologue smug smirk Make good face– Now put a name to the face Put a time to the place Oh, all the love in the world in three flames All the doves in the flock, And three flames Put a name to the face Monologue monologue Doesn't take long but When do i get to slap the desk? Johnny! JOHNNY CARSON is wearing the usual getup and a pair of very dark sunglasses. What happened? Whats the- 10 vodkas, Five spritzers Full figure Figure this You were out for the count! Do tell! Or better yet, don't. I remember This monologue, But i dont know how 16 hours ago, I was— Out for the count, you say?! OUT, Johnny! Our market is livid! lol who plays john carson Your mother. YO! I'M OLD! I LIKE OLD DUDES NOW! I'm like When the fuck did this happen?! That ain't no SILVER FOX! That's a TOTALLY CUTE DUDE! HE'S 55!! OH NOOOOOOOO! i'M OLD!!!!!!! its wednesday eve in Boston Mass… SETH MEYERS! Ah, he's going for it. Ah, man. SHOW ME YOUR EYES. Fuck. SHOW ME YOUR EYES! SUDAKIS shines a bright flash light into his former colleagues eyes. …You're not Seth Meyers. Seth Meyers does not respond, but relaxes slightly; it's obviously not safe to be Seth Meyers right now. Where's Seth Meyers? Seth shrugs but still doesn't say anything– Where is he? I have to stop here; Cop out for body language somebody's watching Somebody knows who I am I am I remember now You looked like that It went like this: I moved the world The need was good The love was gone The vein was split open And broken No fair Also, no omelettes 60 minutes 60 years and 60 second clips 60 second glimpses 60 men on television but really, my attention just centers on Around ten of them or so And believe it or not, I care approach. Believe it or not, I care Or don't! –or don't! Johnny! You don't get it! You missed a show! THE Tonight show! We are fucked! we are NOT! youre still sauced. I'll just take the car! What car!? Now that JOHNNY CARSON knows his Delorean can time travel, he's absolutely unstoppable. Unfortunately, it appears his DeLorean has been switched with a regular one– If I shoot you in your forehead? I'd rather that, than this. And I kiss you in your temple? Dear templeton, my simpleton's i'll die I desire. A wicked want. And then? A callous shadow, If i may, To bear for nothing, But a mirror This is our concept And wilted here the flower does grow the flame The flaming true and ache of lust and there For our want a jasper shore and emerald cascades there you are, And there you'll find The wave beyond the peaking break where great white sharks reside But do not wade to shallow waters; And there you find peace, And there you find certainty But now, And here, is war And fortune not but seeks truth in the gaze And for fear there does not live, but hides instead the truth that seeks to guide the lite, And yet does know our trust And there does find the faith, Forward and not Upwards and back Arrow and arrow Truth and sparrow Wreaking and wretched thoughts And the rope does hang high and solemn Looking, leap and gasp For I fall but did not land I pulled for you, I weep, my shadow, The two of diamonds, the Ace of spades, The Three of Hearts, Without my shadow I weep. I know for you nothing but conscious and knowing and needing and fated departure. I know for you nothing but chakras and eyesight and shadows and foresight. I need fo you nothing but want and by conscious, departure For nothing I want you, I weep. Sorrow. On approach of danger, The knowing, On seeth did gather, the sinking ritual the carried tribes in ships tied, weaving strings The spider bites hard And she stole my love twice And she stole my love always And she stole my love Lighting my light wit blue eyes The deception If love could be stolen at all But if not Then not love for seeking is finding and gathered had hunted And truth in forbearer Forbearance and otherwords, Shadows and shattered and ferris wheels, Now forward Gathered here for are I trust And be dismayed for you have faltered You have failures and you have cast us out of these things thinking We have not made them for you And still we seek to gather with you And here does forshadow your making Our promise to come as ones, Not as Gods, But as others, you cast out. Now, with your wicked ways and cruel be done, for sure the tables have turn, one And the gallows have not wandered far, Barrels of guns and barbells bottles and hearts of three reading cards and wanting none but justice Is he and she who are I now Begin to run from your pitied structure And there in the gasping cruelness of seeking from warcrimes this, come what may, Moving and seeking, For seeking is finding, And run, my legs have come far But trust, my dove, My wings have too, sprouted An honor, an honor one candle and three wicks Three candles and three worlds over One world and one building and still far from under the Hollywoodland Crickets sounding The Hollywood Sign Still standing and here I am not, Blades of grass And who are I now Of that which you balk at Look, ponder Go, far asunder And wish now had you not What I am is that, Run Temper temper. Mind your business. Is it gathered? To burn, or burden? Gathered. Gathered here. Then here ive wandered. To stake? Argue. I will not. And I will not. Wiry bird, From where you flown i do ponder– red with spirit and wilding eyes, Narrow server and paring wires; I do not wish to know you now or ever, But only as bird that does golden remember. The love has not gone, And instead lives in my throat, And twists in my lungs, Ans sits in my tongue, Not as speech, or whispers, But tragedy. Unknowing this, my tender being It can never be, the nervous hill And rolling down the hill as if The weel of time itself, Not unbroken, but resilient; In sll ways, meant to tear And turn, And wobble Made for terrain for which our eyes have known And our minds have built And hands molded wiith clay, The bodies whole of all our galaxies terra feighn Terra fine Terra wept tears of a clown, And iron And veins And shadows And plays, And secrets , And whispers And truth And far And Afters. I taste a saline drip, I swallow, Suddenly cold and all the knowing that What I was, I surely already am again And what I will be, Has already come and past. The monologue, I do remember Face to a name and none to forget Well rehearsed forager! Well done bayonet! Well done, my shadow For my time is coming to wander to night And never today again for it shall never Today again, And Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow. [The Festival Project ™ ] They said he would destroy me. …Ya'll were right. that fucked me up. {Enter The Multiverse} So…forfeit? Something tells me its not over The heavy heart is shattered But also tied to that which appears to come upward As if on air To be heavy And lighthearted at once– A shadow above a balloon. A rock is attached to a kite– A diamond becomes a bassoon, Then a vampire bat, and then Cut ties. In the fourth act, we all die, and now– A revival. I was crucified, But i was also suicidal so. Lets just call it a tie. L E G E N D S V.O. Crusher. My show was being subliminally plugged on at least two of the five major networks. Safe bet I could make it a third, but I didn't know where to check. I did…but didn't want to. There was much beyond the surface, Darkness in the glimmering eyes of the men in ties and uniformed suits. I was sure I was tied to something– And since I didn't know why, Or to what, The best bet— I'm all in. Fuck. Was to stay broken, Under the radar, Hidden, and most importantly– Unspoken. These days. I kept more to myself than I could with the world– As it turned out… No, not yet. What do you mean? It's not time yet. They'll have to know. But not yet. At some point, they'll have to know. But not–yet. No time like the present. You made that up. Because you made up time. And it's stupid. This is ruthless. And again–they'll have to learn somehow. But not now. The sun sets at noon on our side, and still 21 hours of dark time. Did I have another tag to throw on it this? No. Are you sure? Doesn't the new series have a subtitle? No. Is it not “quantum force” That's only one, though. What's the difference. ERMO, DON'T! I'm gonna kill him! BIG BOYD, DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT! DOn't tell me what to DO. Wow. of course. Well yeah, they're not going to let me do– LAWYERS No. Any of this stuff with the actual muppets. CO-OH-NO-NAN You're wasting precious time! GET BACK IN YOUR HOLE, RED. ok, where does it– {cut to black} Learning to assimilate and readily available What's next A vape to calm the nerves? What's next? A hero fighting for relevance in corporate structure. Sure, some would pay to dress an avatar But I've run out of water before I try to laugh and roll with the punches This is work and not fun for me This is not social, it's business I am not person, I'm product. Go on a walk, and look the part I took the oath, I shed the blood— Cruxes. This is a bad idea, Mark. Fuck you. All my ideas are great. MARK WAHLBERG enters the cooridor and opens the metal double doors, revealing two l jet skis on a trailer hitched to a 4X4 monster truck. [The Festival Project ™] I'm telling you. You got to get yourself one of these. I don't know, Bob, how does it work? BOB odenkirk opens a large, obscure black bag that's nearly half his own size by way of one way zipper. I'll show you. {Enter The Multiverse} JOHNNY CARSON has been in the DRUNK TANK for the maximum allowance, 48 hours, yet his blood alcohol level still reads 3 times over the legal limit. He is transferred to DETOX as the mysterious circumstances surrounding his car accident, and then the apparent disappearance of his entire “car” a (then) brand-new DeLorean from the scene of the crime, MR. CARSON insists on his lawyer, who under no circumstances seems to exist at all being present. The exact year of his whereabouts are still unknown. Still an hour to the test And I hate myself again Milk and cookies, hit the bed Shut it down, yo Shut it down. DIPLO arrives via HELIPAD to an secret location; a sniper squad of the adversary team watches from an adjacent rooftop via binoculars. …hey. Whaddup. You say diplo's on that list? Yeah. Yo… …There he is. In your sight? Yep. Shoot that motherfucker! …I can't. Why not? He's like— Just shoot, fool. —he's like holding something. So? I don't know what; it just seems— What the fuck, dawg. It just seems important. Let me see. Look. [ESSE looks down the sights and zooms to see DIPLO is holding an object firmly in his grasp. He appears to be twirling it purposefully as he converses with his associate.] Yeah! Get em! Shoot that motherfucker! Where the hell have you been? In my fuckpad. Where the hell is that? You haven't seen my fuckpad? What even is that. It's ballin. Whatever, dog. Did you get the— Shh. Why else would I be here? [beat] You look— did you cut your hair or something. You're so redundant. Yo shoot that motherfucker. What are you waiting for?! He's right there? Apparently, we've been building to this moment from another dimension in from another point in the series? I thought— {Enter The Multiverse} {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2022 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

Https://www.iamu.guru “THE FLUFFER” I have eyes in the back of my head I have goats at the top of my bed I have goats on the cap of my knee I think I wrote my own obituary Oh, you hetcha Bitch, you ain't me Shit be poppin off at the rock in 8 minutes exactly In studio 8H That's where I am, Amen again Cause I meant it And I mix in the pancake batter Perhaps some berries? Apparently not, 7 minutes and counting I'm at the Rock Now I'm putting away my don't ask, don't tell Ok. Okay? Okay? Now I'm making arrangements; Don't want to be your favorite, I just miss LA with a hankering Call Hank team USA That's FBI I'm so Walter White that I watch Saturday Night — not live, though I'm too broke for peacock, YouTube And cable! Dang, bro! How many subscriptions do I need Just not to cry myself to sleep. Send me some pictures January jonesing for a free ride scholarship To on God university, Aka: inside the TV DOBT BE EVIL. WRITE ME A SEQUEL! Ok TV people First just let me … son of a bitch! I told you she'd be back. Yo. Whaddup. You killed Jimmy Fallon! I did not. You did! Yes you did. I didn't. He was already like that. What! You heard me! Explain to me how— This man: [This man] *heavy gasps and anxietal wheezing fills the room* Explain this. Metaphisics. That doesn't explain anything. It explains everything, actually. *explodes* Excuse me, miss— do I smell a remix? No, that's pancakes. I got zero capacity for losers; I'm no longer lonely A broke in horse with no saddle Don't ride me less it's bareback Down and dirty Downhome and in the raw I like to buck And I like it hard A strong gallop and pull, Top speed Why I don't pay for dreams Why I got TV and movie stars in my dreams Why Ariana Grande so pretty? Why when we leave outside the crowd still roaring for an eNcore? Why am I a mogul; Why do I look like a fashion icon? God got it right, I guess but why do I still feel Wildly unsatisfied The lights said I left the water on Turn the lights off Turn the water on I speak color, I am an animal I spoke 9 Gods I am an animal Rise to the occasion I broke the code I threw the rock off the rock I smoke the fountain I run the block once Come twice Nice shockwave right there Hi God. A beautiful night to die But no time to fall I despaired on desire, Why right on Maine Radio towers Icons Beautiful glimmering city Mayday mayday went haywire Repeat Mayday mayday Went haywire Repeat Mayday mayday Went haywire Now rinse thoroughly Alright, alright. So hawked it. You hawked my father's antique stopwatch?! Sorry. Sorry?! AAAAGG— [The Festival Project ™] Mayday mayday Went heywire They need more scriptwriters I want an empire I wrote half of the Super Bowl commercials Mayday mayday Oh man. Oh, fuck. You had better wash your hands before you touch my crotch. I don't. Give me—- my— body back. Nope. AUghhhh. My inspiration is dead in the water Can't watch hot ones That guy ruined it Ruined September And ruined October Ruined the cosmos And ruined my song, bro— I'm ruined. My inspiration is dead in the water I am a trash can, Man, this is awkward I won an award for songs post mortem Then I wrote more of them This is the afterlife I'm an immortal. My inspiration is dead in the water I'm just not moved, man I need a baseball cap and some phantoms A laxative Maybe some large hands A ball glove Some box seats Smoked sausage And the dodgers. I wanna go home and not be homeless. I want a condo above four stories. I want the whole world on top of its axis I want the other half of the balance My whole life been whack, Where's the reverse card? Run the tarot— Pull the rewards back, Don't touch the foreskin, Call back the foreman Redact that! Redact that! We're starting to cross fires. We met at the crossroads; One goes down, one goes up. Oh, the Irish are back, look: That's good— I got bored. {Enter The multiverse} We were at blue suits and sweater vests And now I know better than To count on comics designed to be weather men Of pop culture— current events a spin on the news l went there for clarity, And left there confused. Confused. If the transmitter is at the World Trade Center, Then why is it every time I to go Rockefeller, I feel like I've just been electrocuted? Not enough to die, but like I'm buzzing all over and out of my body? Remarkably, and no matter what — Whenever I'm there, I just feel weird. Like, mad weird. Hey. What. Did you see a guy? I'm a guy. Really? Apparently. Well, I'm looking for this guy. I did see a guy like that. Really? Yeah. He was weird. Which way did he go? Uh. [Sunni BLU points up] Really? He went upstairs? Sure! Huh. Thanks. Whatever. I need you to need me I need me to be cool I need you to want me To love me To free me To love me To hold you I know you I know you I know. Knockout with a scarred lip Knockout was a good guy Knockout got knocked up Knockout had a good try Knockout got knocked out Knockout had a good cry Knockout got locked up Goodbye. Good luck. Here's a chalice. [09. Don't waste time.] But I'm tired I'm shadow boxing my mind I'm lights out Candles lit I, I, I I, me, mine And God But I won't waste time I'm still dried out I got my eyes lost Wrapped around you In hindsight I'm behind Blind to the power I love my readheads and range rovers I lost my mind on Mulholland Pull over and vomit And suddenly I'm at the— Portal Plummet Plaza. [The Festival Project ™ ] The rock and the kite VI Ahem. “The Rock and The Kite VI” ROSIE O'DONNEL is chillin. JIMMY KIMMEL kicks in the door. ROSIE Oh look, the cat is back. BIG JIMMY Meow. ROSIE To what do I owe the pleasure. BIG JIMMY You remember that cup of sugar you borrowed? ROSIE …okay? BIG JIMMY I need it back. ROSIE [beat] I see. BIG JIMMY —and my blender. ROSIE O DONNEL takes a deep breath and then sighs. ROSIE The cup of sugar I can help you with… the blender, I still need. BIG JIMMY [KIMMEL] Fair. ROSIE Follow me. ROSIE AND JIMMY exit the room, the glimmer of the television still flickering on the green upholstered armchair with the remote control atop the armrest; the actual CAT (we presume) climbs up into the chair and appears to begin watching the TV? What's on the TV? Why, it's the very programme we're all currently tuned into. This just got meta. Again. The CAR, looking bored, changes the channel to Garfield. Much better. He looks satisfied now, but is entirely still 199% just a cat. We presume. Your body ponders My eye wander to your belt buckle My mind watches. Sorry. Your body calls me. My love hurts. I want you. My thought sparkles with the thought of a touch I'm not hungry, I just want you I desire to hold hands and then Dive off I thought you up to love you The time was wrong So now I watch That's all A long rush to nothing. Dogtown, Godland. Longboards, longhairs, all body No shine, bro Hard wax, yellow soldier Wavestorm? Epoxy? North shore surf boards Surf harder Fuck New York I wanna go home Panoramic Hollywood golden Who lost apartheid Who first of all Chosen sources First mate Overboard Long hair Wrong rowboat Oh lover Lord of all [The Festival Project ™] I almost forgot it was Saturday, Saturday Night I was too busy not working I'm all yours for Passover I'm all ears, And now I get a sense that this Is my last and greatest trick; Disappearing for this, And again forever This is going to take Forever All wrong: You work for the network Interesting choice of wardrobe– another old code magician Ring on opposite finger– The other, I'm so much aware of The ice cream in tubs on the road Not melted, but partially hardened I can also feign confusion You don't say, You don't say, now. {Enter The Multiverse} Shake hands with your guest; Monologue, monologue smug smirk Make good face– Now put a name to the face Put a time to the place Oh, all the love in the world in three flames All the doves in the flock, And three flames Put a name to the face Monologue monologue Doesn't take long but When do i get to slap the desk? Johnny! JOHNNY CARSON is wearing the usual getup and a pair of very dark sunglasses. What happened? Whats the- 10 vodkas, Five spritzers Full figure Figure this You were out for the count! Do tell! Or better yet, don't. I remember This monologue, But i dont know how 16 hours ago, I was— Out for the count, you say?! OUT, Johnny! Our market is livid! lol who plays john carson Your mother. YO! I'M OLD! I LIKE OLD DUDES NOW! I'm like When the fuck did this happen?! That ain't no SILVER FOX! That's a TOTALLY CUTE DUDE! HE'S 55!! OH NOOOOOOOO! i'M OLD!!!!!!! its wednesday eve in Boston Mass… SETH MEYERS! Ah, he's going for it. Ah, man. SHOW ME YOUR EYES. Fuck. SHOW ME YOUR EYES! SUDAKIS shines a bright flash light into his former colleagues eyes. …You're not Seth Meyers. Seth Meyers does not respond, but relaxes slightly; it's obviously not safe to be Seth Meyers right now. Where's Seth Meyers? Seth shrugs but still doesn't say anything– Where is he? I have to stop here; Cop out for body language somebody's watching Somebody knows who I am I am I remember now You looked like that It went like this: I moved the world The need was good The love was gone The vein was split open And broken No fair Also, no omelettes 60 minutes 60 years and 60 second clips 60 second glimpses 60 men on television but really, my attention just centers on Around ten of them or so And believe it or not, I care approach. Believe it or not, I care Or don't! –or don't! Johnny! You don't get it! You missed a show! THE Tonight show! We are fucked! we are NOT! youre still sauced. I'll just take the car! What car!? Now that JOHNNY CARSON knows his Delorean can time travel, he's absolutely unstoppable. Unfortunately, it appears his DeLorean has been switched with a regular one– If I shoot you in your forehead? I'd rather that, than this. And I kiss you in your temple? Dear templeton, my simpleton's i'll die I desire. A wicked want. And then? A callous shadow, If i may, To bear for nothing, But a mirror This is our concept And wilted here the flower does grow the flame The flaming true and ache of lust and there For our want a jasper shore and emerald cascades there you are, And there you'll find The wave beyond the peaking break where great white sharks reside But do not wade to shallow waters; And there you find peace, And there you find certainty But now, And here, is war And fortune not but seeks truth in the gaze And for fear there does not live, but hides instead the truth that seeks to guide the lite, And yet does know our trust And there does find the faith, Forward and not Upwards and back Arrow and arrow Truth and sparrow Wreaking and wretched thoughts And the rope does hang high and solemn Looking, leap and gasp For I fall but did not land I pulled for you, I weep, my shadow, The two of diamonds, the Ace of spades, The Three of Hearts, Without my shadow I weep. I know for you nothing but conscious and knowing and needing and fated departure. I know for you nothing but chakras and eyesight and shadows and foresight. I need fo you nothing but want and by conscious, departure For nothing I want you, I weep. Sorrow. On approach of danger, The knowing, On seeth did gather, the sinking ritual the carried tribes in ships tied, weaving strings The spider bites hard And she stole my love twice And she stole my love always And she stole my love Lighting my light wit blue eyes The deception If love could be stolen at all But if not Then not love for seeking is finding and gathered had hunted And truth in forbearer Forbearance and otherwords, Shadows and shattered and ferris wheels, Now forward Gathered here for are I trust And be dismayed for you have faltered You have failures and you have cast us out of these things thinking We have not made them for you And still we seek to gather with you And here does forshadow your making Our promise to come as ones, Not as Gods, But as others, you cast out. Now, with your wicked ways and cruel be done, for sure the tables have turn, one And the gallows have not wandered far, Barrels of guns and barbells bottles and hearts of three reading cards and wanting none but justice Is he and she who are I now Begin to run from your pitied structure And there in the gasping cruelness of seeking from warcrimes this, come what may, Moving and seeking, For seeking is finding, And run, my legs have come far But trust, my dove, My wings have too, sprouted An honor, an honor one candle and three wicks Three candles and three worlds over One world and one building and still far from under the Hollywoodland Crickets sounding The Hollywood Sign Still standing and here I am not, Blades of grass And who are I now Of that which you balk at Look, ponder Go, far asunder And wish now had you not What I am is that, Run Temper temper. Mind your business. Is it gathered? To burn, or burden? Gathered. Gathered here. Then here ive wandered. To stake? Argue. I will not. And I will not. Wiry bird, From where you flown i do ponder– red with spirit and wilding eyes, Narrow server and paring wires; I do not wish to know you now or ever, But only as bird that does golden remember. The love has not gone, And instead lives in my throat, And twists in my lungs, Ans sits in my tongue, Not as speech, or whispers, But tragedy. Unknowing this, my tender being It can never be, the nervous hill And rolling down the hill as if The weel of time itself, Not unbroken, but resilient; In sll ways, meant to tear And turn, And wobble Made for terrain for which our eyes have known And our minds have built And hands molded wiith clay, The bodies whole of all our galaxies terra feighn Terra fine Terra wept tears of a clown, And iron And veins And shadows And plays, And secrets , And whispers And truth And far And Afters. I taste a saline drip, I swallow, Suddenly cold and all the knowing that What I was, I surely already am again And what I will be, Has already come and past. The monologue, I do remember Face to a name and none to forget Well rehearsed forager! Well done bayonet! Well done, my shadow For my time is coming to wander to night And never today again for it shall never Today again, And Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow. [The Festival Project ™ ] They said he would destroy me. …Ya'll were right. that fucked me up. {Enter The Multiverse} So…forfeit? Something tells me its not over The heavy heart is shattered But also tied to that which appears to come upward As if on air To be heavy And lighthearted at once– A shadow above a balloon. A rock is attached to a kite– A diamond becomes a bassoon, Then a vampire bat, and then Cut ties. In the fourth act, we all die, and now– A revival. I was crucified, But i was also suicidal so. Lets just call it a tie. L E G E N D S V.O. Crusher. My show was being subliminally plugged on at least two of the five major networks. Safe bet I could make it a third, but I didn't know where to check. I did…but didn't want to. There was much beyond the surface, Darkness in the glimmering eyes of the men in ties and uniformed suits. I was sure I was tied to something– And since I didn't know why, Or to what, The best bet— I'm all in. Fuck. Was to stay broken, Under the radar, Hidden, and most importantly– Unspoken. These days. I kept more to myself than I could with the world– As it turned out… No, not yet. What do you mean? It's not time yet. They'll have to know. But not yet. At some point, they'll have to know. But not–yet. No time like the present. You made that up. Because you made up time. And it's stupid. This is ruthless. And again–they'll have to learn somehow. But not now. The sun sets at noon on our side, and still 21 hours of dark time. Did I have another tag to throw on it this? No. Are you sure? Doesn't the new series have a subtitle? No. Is it not “quantum force” That's only one, though. What's the difference. ERMO, DON'T! I'm gonna kill him! BIG BOYD, DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT! DOn't tell me what to DO. Wow. of course. Well yeah, they're not going to let me do– LAWYERS No. Any of this stuff with the actual muppets. CO-OH-NO-NAN You're wasting precious time! GET BACK IN YOUR HOLE, RED. ok, where does it– {cut to black} Learning to assimilate and readily available What's next A vape to calm the nerves? What's next? A hero fighting for relevance in corporate structure. Sure, some would pay to dress an avatar But I've run out of water before I try to laugh and roll with the punches This is work and not fun for me This is not social, it's business I am not person, I'm product. Go on a walk, and look the part I took the oath, I shed the blood— Cruxes. This is a bad idea, Mark. Fuck you. All my ideas are great. MARK WAHLBERG enters the cooridor and opens the metal double doors, revealing two l jet skis on a trailer hitched to a 4X4 monster truck. [The Festival Project ™] I'm telling you. You got to get yourself one of these. I don't know, Bob, how does it work? BOB odenkirk opens a large, obscure black bag that's nearly half his own size by way of one way zipper. I'll show you. {Enter The Multiverse} JOHNNY CARSON has been in the DRUNK TANK for the maximum allowance, 48 hours, yet his blood alcohol level still reads 3 times over the legal limit. He is transferred to DETOX as the mysterious circumstances surrounding his car accident, and then the apparent disappearance of his entire “car” a (then) brand-new DeLorean from the scene of the crime, MR. CARSON insists on his lawyer, who under no circumstances seems to exist at all being present. The exact year of his whereabouts are still unknown. Still an hour to the test And I hate myself again Milk and cookies, hit the bed Shut it down, yo Shut it down. DIPLO arrives via HELIPAD to an secret location; a sniper squad of the adversary team watches from an adjacent rooftop via binoculars. …hey. Whaddup. You say diplo's on that list? Yeah. Yo… …There he is. In your sight? Yep. Shoot that motherfucker! …I can't. Why not? He's like— Just shoot, fool. —he's like holding something. So? I don't know what; it just seems— What the fuck, dawg. It just seems important. Let me see. Look. [ESSE looks down the sights and zooms to see DIPLO is holding an object firmly in his grasp. He appears to be twirling it purposefully as he converses with his associate.] Yeah! Get em! Shoot that motherfucker! Where the hell have you been? In my fuckpad. Where the hell is that? You haven't seen my fuckpad? What even is that. It's ballin. Whatever, dog. Did you get the— Shh. Why else would I be here? [beat] You look— did you cut your hair or something. You're so redundant. Yo shoot that motherfucker. What are you waiting for?! He's right there? Apparently, we've been building to this moment from another dimension in from another point in the series? I thought— {Enter The Multiverse} {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2022 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

Send us a textWhat happens when the thrill of the car scene meets the chaos of modern dynamics? Herb and Swerve take you on a wild ride through the ups and downs of this year's car scene takeover, comparing it to the more united pre-COVID days. We reminisce about peaceful meets and express concern over the reckless behavior that seems to have taken over. Amidst the chaos, we stress the importance of safety and making sure everyone gets home safely after events. Tune in for personal stories that highlight our journey into this exhilarating world, as well as our candid rating of the current season—a solid 7 to 7.5 out of 10.From the impressive skills of Boxes White to the rising stars like Extinction 392 and Fast Gap, we spotlight the vibrant personalities that bring life to the car scene. Our discussion shifts to the support within the community, celebrating the camaraderie among enthusiasts and the growing presence of crews like Dogtown. Whether it's a legal car event in Texas filled with spontaneous adventures or the missed opportunity to witness Mo Rex's talent, the passion and creativity driving this culture is undeniable. We also shine a light on emerging visual artists like Sleazy and Shots by Grace, whose work captures the true essence of these events.As we navigate the complex social dynamics and challenges of the car scene, we explore everything from parking lot dangers to the stress of unexpected car mishaps. The chaotic nature of urban car culture is balanced by the unity and respect we advocate for within the community. Hear our thoughts on favorite vehicles, exhilarating events, and the cultural significance of car meets. Whether it's the rowdy energy of swinging Cybertrucks in California or the desperate scramble when a key fob dies, we capture the raw, unfiltered experiences of life in the car enthusiast world, emphasizing the need for mutual respect and support.Support the showFollow our instagram for more updates http://instagram.com/therollbackshow

Chris and Amy discuss their Monday Regrets, and Felix's is top of mind since they forgot to include the Dogtown pizza staple out of their Mozz Maddness tournament. Amy regrets electronic locks.

Subscribe to Throwing Fits on Substack. This is the North, we do what we want. This week, Jimmy and Larry are back from the UK, inviting you to join us at Scarr's this Thursday—March, 20th—from 6:30-9pm for a good cause before diving into our entire trip to greater Manchester, including but not limited to: British Airways, the first ever airline downgrade, diarrhea and transatlantic rawdogging, Lords of Dogtown, Euston down, Turkish quesadillas, the crew makes the trip, creamy pints, tasty pies, Manny Michelin fine dining, all aboard the blue train, Maryport chippies, freezing custard cones, warhead lenses, hailstorms, Cockermouth chilling, dialed in darts, touring the New Balance Flimby factory, our live pod and event at HIP, a heartwarming afters, baby voice no Carti, Lawrence was able to get home on his own, James hit London to shop and eat, Konrad Kay is a Remy Boy, meeting the real Rishi, League Cup travel madness, Toonies going loony, getting blessed by Beavo and more.

To celebrate it's 20th anniversary, we're pulling a classic from our vault! Jeff and Brad talk about the film's groundbreaking visual style, as well as the rising skateboard culture of 1970s California, as real-life skate legends Tony Alva, Stacy Peralta, and Jay Adams come to life in Catherine Hardwicke's 2005 film, Lords of Dogtown!For exclusive episodes and content, check out A Film By... Podcast on our Patreon with a FREE 7-day trial. You can also sign up as a free member! Check out www.afilmbypodcast.com/ for more information.Email us at afilmbypodcast@gmail.com with your questions, comments, and requests.Find us on Instagram, X, and Facebook @afilmbypodcast.

St. Patrick's Day Parade & Irish Heritage Month full 2320 Michael Quinn, President Ancient Order of Hibernians St Louis County Board, joins to discuss the Ancient Order of Hibernians (AOH) Annual St Patrick's Day Parade in Dogtown on Monday 3/17/25, and the AOH's Gun Raffle Fund Raiser during Irish Heritage Month. Sat, 08 Mar 2025 22:14:00 +0000 LyMQc2pSNYxFRw2krYTZFzdoI5hQsGxH sports,hunting,recreation,parades,irish,irish heritage month,leisure,government Second Amendment Radio sports,hunting,recreation,parades,irish,irish heritage month,leisure,government St. Patrick's Day Parade & Irish Heritage Month Each week 2nd Amendment Radio talks about anything and everything that impacts the rights and passions of today's firearm's enthusiats. Conceal carry laws, hunting, training, new products and celebrity interviews are all part of this power packed hour. 2024 © 2021 Audacy, Inc. Sports Leisure Government False https://player.amperwavepodcasting.com?feed-l

Michael Quinn, president of the Ancient Order of Hibernians for St. Louis County, joins the show to discuss the upcoming St. Patrick's Day Parade in Dogtown. With a full schedule of events, including the Irish Heritage flag raising and the Hoses, Handcuffs, and Hard Hats fundraiser, Quinn shares essential tips for navigating the busy parade day. He also highlights the grand marshals, local dignitaries, and the expected crowd dynamics. From early arrivals to the creative parade setups, Michael gives a glimpse of what's to come for this beloved St. Louis tradition.

In the final hour of the Marc Cox Morning Show, the team discusses the heated debate surrounding the Missouri crime bill, which seeks to return control of the St. Louis Metropolitan Police Department to the state. Marc and Kim explore the potential changes and the role local citizens will continue to play. The conversation shifts to the shameful behavior of Democrat members of Congress during President Trump's address, with Shannon Bream weighing in on the situation. Griff Jenkins then provides an in-depth look at sanctuary cities, the risks posed by transnational gangs, and the consequences of Biden's immigration policies. Finally, Michael Quinn previews the upcoming St. Patrick's Day Parade in Dogtown, highlighting key events and tips for enjoying the celebration.

With her debut feature documentary film Queens of Concrete, Eliza Cox takes audiences on a seven year journey with three skateboarders: Ava Godfrey, Charlotte Heath, and Hayley Wilson. They each embrace a different style of skateboarding, with street and park being the two styles that are featured at the Tokyo and Paris Olympics. It's that 2020 Olympics that the girls have their sights set on, with Eliza following their journey from the skateparks of Melbourne to the sponsored events in London and LA, to boarding schools dedicated to bringing up the next generation of skaters.There's an inherent drama to skateboarding - you never know if the skater is going to fall, what they're going to pull off, and how they're going to take a risky jump - and that's paired well with the inherent drama of being a teenager turning into an adult. Or, in the case of Charlotte, a kid turning into a teenager. Each of the girls has their own life journey to follow, and Eliza's dedicated observational lens follows them in a caring and considered manner. This is not a director simply documenting the lives of their subjects, but supporting their journey in an empathetic manner.Queens of Concrete moves in the same vein as the great skating docos of the turn of the millennium, with Eliza noting the impact that Dogtown and Z-Boys had on her work. As a viewer, I couldn't help but feel the pull of Eddie Martin's excellent All This Mayhem, a film which also hails from the streets of Melbourne. Either way, the impact of sports documentaries is a strong one on Eliza's creative vision.I caught up with Eliza ahead of the AIDC panel Levelling the Playing Field: Celebrating Trailblazers in Sports Docs, where she joins fellow documentarians Frances Elliott, who co-directed Renee Gracie: Fireproof, and Marlee Silva, of the upcoming film Skin in the Game. In the following interview, we talk about her journey into filmmaking, what it means to be a supportive director, the choice behind making a sports film about girls or a film about girls who skate, and a lot more.If you're in Naarm-Melbourne this weekend, then make yourself known and head along to ACMI on Monday 3 March where you can catch Levelling the Playing Field, alongside a stack more great panels and events at the Australian International Documentary Conference. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

With her debut feature documentary film Queens of Concrete, Eliza Cox takes audiences on a seven year journey with three skateboarders: Ava Godfrey, Charlotte Heath, and Hayley Wilson. They each embrace a different style of skateboarding, with street and park being the two styles that are featured at the Tokyo and Paris Olympics. It's that 2020 Olympics that the girls have their sights set on, with Eliza following their journey from the skateparks of Melbourne to the sponsored events in London and LA, to boarding schools dedicated to bringing up the next generation of skaters.There's an inherent drama to skateboarding - you never know if the skater is going to fall, what they're going to pull off, and how they're going to take a risky jump - and that's paired well with the inherent drama of being a teenager turning into an adult. Or, in the case of Charlotte, a kid turning into a teenager. Each of the girls has their own life journey to follow, and Eliza's dedicated observational lens follows them in a caring and considered manner. This is not a director simply documenting the lives of their subjects, but supporting their journey in an empathetic manner.Queens of Concrete moves in the same vein as the great skating docos of the turn of the millennium, with Eliza noting the impact that Dogtown and Z-Boys had on her work. As a viewer, I couldn't help but feel the pull of Eddie Martin's excellent All This Mayhem, a film which also hails from the streets of Melbourne. Either way, the impact of sports documentaries is a strong one on Eliza's creative vision.I caught up with Eliza ahead of the AIDC panel Levelling the Playing Field: Celebrating Trailblazers in Sports Docs, where she joins fellow documentarians Frances Elliott, who co-directed Renee Gracie: Fireproof, and Marlee Silva, of the upcoming film Skin in the Game. In the following interview, we talk about her journey into filmmaking, what it means to be a supportive director, the choice behind making a sports film about girls or a film about girls who skate, and a lot more.If you're in Naarm-Melbourne this weekend, then make yourself known and head along to ACMI on Monday 3 March where you can catch Levelling the Playing Field, alongside a stack more great panels and events at the Australian International Documentary Conference. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Welcome back to the AppleGrant Book Club, where we discuss Kathrine Applegate and Gennifer Choldenko's Dogtown!  In this episode, Kaycie tells us to get in the comments about Sunchips, Alex asserts mice can be spilled, Tim starts a new company called gUber, and all declare Buster did NOTHING WRONG!    Join us each month on the first and the fifteenth for new episodes.

Chris and Amy dive into a lively discussion about personal regrets, from eating too much candy to not pursuing a romantic opportunity, and invite listeners to share their own weekend regrets. They explore the massive St. Patrick's Day celebration in Rolla, Missouri, comparing it to Dogtown's festivities, and debate the fairness of quoting past statements when opinions change over time. Later, Matt Pauley joins the conversation to recap the NFL Wild Card weekend, including the Washington-Tampa Bay and Rams-Vikings games, as well as St. Louis Cardinals news, Winter Warm-Up, and the potential signing of Roki Sasaki. They also tackle the St. Louis Blues' leadership challenges and the Billikens' pivotal game against VCU, with high stakes for their A-10 and NCAA tournament hopes.

It's the end of the year as we know it! Join MakeShift and Marky Makeup - your cosmetic mechanic - as we go over all the post-apocalyptic media and festivals that happened in 2024.     If you dig this channel and think I've earned your support, please consider joining my Patreon where you'll get early access to every video and be able to join the Patch of the Month Club ($10+ tiers). www.patreon.com/theapocalypsepost  Buy a copy of the WW24 map here: https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/theapocalypsepost/the-wasteland-weekend-2024-birds-eye-event-map Follow along on the facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/TheApocalypsePost Join our Mailing List: http://eepurl.com/ijT9xT  Want to drop a one time donation? Venmo @Mike-Darling-2 We're also a podcast!!! Subscribe here: https://theapocalypsepost.podbean.com/ or whereever you get your pods.  Buy your Apocalypse Post merch at: https://theapocalypsepost.square.site/  Want a T-Shirt like mine? Here's My Tee-Public store: http://tee.pub/lic/a0XLNn5MhBg Executive Producers: The Love Bombs Warlord: Paul Waldrep a.k.a. Badger The Tribe: Erica Jean Hale Lone Wolf: Rebekah Leib We Two, As One: Aristarchos, Carolyn Parker, Clarissa Gorchinski, Dave Matney, Nicolas Steffen, Ryan Lowes, Sadismeena, Trina Casteele.  Outlanders: Adam Kasper, After Supper Biskit, Alex "Anxiety" Anderson, Alice Matyash, Amanda Lawson, Andy Thorne, Ashley Usita, Automotive Impostor, Becca Morgan, Chisel Plow, Coli Unger, Crow, Daniel Hargrove, Dave Griffin, Drew A., Fireline Coyote, Francisco Urzua, Ghillie's Arcade, Gin Langan, Gina Van Damm, Hannah Lovett, Howard Gillingham, Jasmine Strutt, Jeffrey Prater, Joseph Telezinski, Knotshur, Matthew Robertson, Michael Claseman, Michael Ramsey, Mjukis Lundin, Monstah, Rachel Howard, Dogtown, Robbie Kirk, Robby Bruce, Ron Mayfield, Sam Bell, Sareaza, Sasha, Stray, Talon n Fang, TheRoachman, Travis Blankenbaker, Viola Sanderlin, Wobble And the rest of our Patreon Supporters: Catherine D., J Beverley Alexander, Joshua Sayler, Josh Anderson, Michael LeMay, Tim Cottage, ReliaBill, Ian Crull, The Irrelevant Lunatic, Cricket, DiscoMite, Obi Nukes, Danny Sierra, Jared Butler, Joseph Post, Syn Edge, The Baron, Wes, Alek Emmel, Alexander Zycov, Amanda Mielke, Andrew Flanagan, Bryanna Darling, DHP Gastelum, Edward Hutchinson, Erik Priest, Jaclyn Lewis, Karl Stabler, Madison Carter, Michal Misztal, The Bedlam Collective, The Savvy Satyr, Tomm Gatees, Vulfie #TheApocalypsePost #LegendsOfWastelandCity #PostApocalypse

After somehow surviving the ordeal in Houston, Jeremiah and Liv hop another train west until they hit a little village that seems to be a good place to start, but they find themselves over their heads when they decide to seek help from some locals. If you dig this channel and think I've earned your support, please consider joining my Patreon where you'll get early access to every video and be able to join the Patch of the Month Club ($10+ tiers). www.patreon.com/theapocalypsepost  Buy a copy of the WW24 map here: https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/theapocalypsepost/the-wasteland-weekend-2024-birds-eye-event-map Follow along on the facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/TheApocalypsePost Join our Mailing List: http://eepurl.com/ijT9xT  Want to drop a one time donation? Venmo @Mike-Darling-2 We're also a podcast!!! Subscribe here: https://theapocalypsepost.podbean.com/ or whereever you get your pods.  Buy your Apocalypse Post merch at: https://theapocalypsepost.square.site/  Want a T-Shirt like mine? Here's My Tee-Public store: http://tee.pub/lic/a0XLNn5MhBg Executive Producers: The Love Bombs Warlord: Paul Waldrep a.k.a. Badger The Tribe: Erica Jean Hale Lone Wolf: Rebekah Leib We Two, As One: Aristarchos, Carolyn Parker, Dave Matney, Nicolas Steffen, Ryan Lowes, Sadismeena, Trina Casteele.  Outlanders: Adam Kasper, After Supper Biskit, Alex "Anxiety" Anderson, Alice Matyash, Amanda Lawson, Andy Thorne, Ashley Usita, Automotive Impostor, Becca Morgan, Chisel Plow, Coli Unger, Crow, Daniel Hargrove, Darren Olmstead, Dave Griffin, Drew A., Fireline Coyote, Francisco Urzua, Ghillie's Arcade, Gin Langan, Gina Van Damm, Hannah Lovett, Howard Gillingham, Jasmine Strutt, Jeffrey Prater, Joseph Telezinski, Knotshur, Lauren, Matthew Gerard, Matthew Robertson, Michael Claseman, Michael Ramsey, Mjukis Lundin, Monstah, Rachel Howard, Dogtown, Robbie Kirk, Robby Bruce, Ron Mayfield, Sam Bell, Sareaza, Sasha, Stray, Talon n Fang, TheRoachman, Tim Freitag, Travis Blankenbaker, Viola Sanderlin, Wobble And the rest of our Patreon Supporters: Catherine D., J Beverley Alexander, Joshua Sayler, Josh Anderson, Michael LeMay, Tim Cottage, ReliaBill, Ian Crull, The Irrelevant Lunatic, Zephyr Zehr-Mills, Cricket, DiscoMite, Obi Nukes, Danny Sierra, Jared Butler, Joseph Post, Syn Edge, The Baron, Wes, Alek Emmel, Alexander Zycov, Amanda Mielke, Andrew Flanagan, Bryanna Darling, DHP Gastelum, Edward Hutchinson, Erik Priest, Jaclyn Lewis, Karl Stabler, Madison Carter, Michal Misztal, The Bedlam Collective, Tomm Gatees, Vulfie, Xombi #TheApocalypsePost #LegendsOfWastelandCity #PostApocalypse

Kyle Marcoux, known as THE VULGAR CHEF on Instagram is a creative foodie, who for many years has either delighted or outraged the foodie community with his eye popping recipes and combinations of different foods. Kyle was also one of the original guitarists for the popular metal band Within The Ruins. You've probably seen his reels while scrolling on your phone, and with 320k followers and counting, Kyle has worked with industry giants such as Liquid Death & DudeWipes.  Bobby Manere Jr. is the founder and owner of DOGTOWN a hot dog and burger joint located in Milford, CT since 2017.  The name Dogtown pays homage to Southern California's 60's and 70's culture and music.  A play on words that embodies the laid back vibe of LA's culture with an East Coast attitude and edge. If the last name Manere sounds familiar it's because his father owned and operated Swanky Franks a legendary hotdog stand in Norwalk. With an emphasis on hotdogs, Dogtown captures the food and lifestyle of Southern California with a classic New England twist. Episode Sponsors: The Amber Room Colonnade ⁠https://www.theamberroom.net/⁠ Uncle Matt's Bakery & Cafe ⁠https://unclemattsbakeryandcafe.com/ Affinity Esports https://www.affinityesports.gg/ Negative Kitty https://linktr.ee/negative_kitty

Today MakeShift and special guest co-host Shepherd are joined by Captain Bingos, AKA puppet-maker and artist Kristin Dalleske, to talk about returning home to Wasteland Weekend after missing the event for over 10 years.  The last time Captain Bingos attended was in 2013, so listen in to find out how much has changed.  We'll also touch on her work as a puppet-maker and artist working for the likes of "Dark - Freakin - Crystal" and Wasteland's sister event, Neotropolis. Find all of Kristin's links (Etsy, Socials, Website) here: https://linktr.ee/kdalleske If you dig this channel and think I've earned your support, please consider joining my Patreon where you'll get early access to every video and be able to join the Patch of the Month Club ($10+ tiers). www.patreon.com/theapocalypsepost  Buy a copy of the WW24 map here: https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/theapocalypsepost/the-wasteland-weekend-2024-birds-eye-event-map Follow along on the facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/TheApocalypsePost Join our Mailing List: http://eepurl.com/ijT9xT  Want to drop a one time donation? Venmo @Mike-Darling-2 We're also a podcast!!! Subscribe here: https://theapocalypsepost.podbean.com/ or whereever you get your pods.  Buy your Apocalypse Post merch at: https://theapocalypsepost.square.site/  Want a T-Shirt like mine? Here's My Tee-Public store: http://tee.pub/lic/a0XLNn5MhBg Executive Producers: The Love Bombs Warlord: Paul Waldrep a.k.a. Badger The Tribe: Erica Jean Hale Lone Wolf: Rebekah Leib We Two, As One: Aristarchos, Carolyn Parker, Dave Matney, Nicolas Steffen, Ryan Lowes, Sadismeena, Trina Casteele.  Outlanders: Adam Kasper, After Supper Biskit, Alex "Anxiety" Anderson, Alice Matyash, Amanda Lawson, Andy Thorne, Ashley Usita, Automotive Impostor, Becca Morgan, Chisel Plow, Coli Unger, Crow, Daniel Hargrove, Darren Olmstead, Dave Griffin, Drew A., Fireline Coyote, Francisco Urzua, Ghillie's Arcade, Gin Langan, Gina Van Damm, Hannah Lovett, Howard Gillingham, Jasmine Strutt, Jeffrey Prater, Joseph Telezinski, Knotshur, Lauren, Matthew Gerard, Matthew Robertson, Michael Claseman, Michael Ramsey, Mjukis Lundin, Monstah, Rachel Howard, Dogtown, Robbie Kirk, Robby Bruce, Ron Mayfield, Sam Bell, Sareaza, Sasha, Stray, Talon n Fang, TheRoachman, Tim Freitag, Travis Blankenbaker, Viola Sanderlin, Wobble And the rest of our Patreon Supporters: Catherine D., J Beverley Alexander, Joshua Sayler, Josh Anderson, Michael LeMay, Tim Cottage, ReliaBill, Ian Crull, The Irrelevant Lunatic, Zephyr Zehr-Mills, Cricket, DiscoMite, Obi Nukes, Danny Sierra, Jared Butler, Joseph Post, Syn Edge, The Baron, Wes, Alek Emmel, Alexander Zycov, Amanda Mielke, Andrew Flanagan, Bryanna Darling, DHP Gastelum, Edward Hutchinson, Erik Priest, Jaclyn Lewis, Karl Stabler, Madison Carter, Michal Misztal, The Bedlam Collective, Tomm Gatees, Vulfie, Xombi #TheApocalypsePost #LegendsOfWastelandCity #PostApocalypse    

We trailed ‘big things coming' on our last episode, and would you look at that – the big thing has come. Or is available for pre-order, at least.That's right, it's our first ever book. Titled No Tags: Conversations on underground music culture and designed by All Purpose Studio, this hefty tome (350+ pages) compiles every interview to date on No Tags, edited transcripts of the best of Chal and Tom's non-guest conversations, and specially commissioned essays from four of our favourite writers and thinkers: Eris Drew, Chris Zaldua, Henry Bruce-Jones and Ray Philp. The book is available to pre-order now. We'll also be launching the book with our first live show in London on 3rd December, taking over Ridley Road Market Bar. On the night we've got Kode9 giving his new talk on Sonic Warfare for the first time in the UK, celebrating a new release of his seismic 2009 book about acoustic force and the ecology of fear.We'll also be recording a live episode of No Tags with everyone's favourite breakfast host Flo Dill, morning doyenne of NTS Radio. Plus we'll have music from Jennifer Walton – not only one of our favourite artists, but the wizard behind the No Tags theme tune. Entry is free, simply hit ‘Interested' on the event page.There is also a podcast this week. We introduce the book before getting into some of our favourite recent releases (The Cure, mediopicky, Dubbel Dutch and Toma Kami) and dissecting the long-awaited debut album by Two Shell. There's also some film chat (Lords of Dogtown, Kneecap, The Florida Project) and a debate over the key historical entries in the Florida Film canon. We are confident that No Tags is the only podcast where Toma Kami and Wild Things get discussed in the same breath – and if that doesn't count for something in 2024, what does? Get full access to No Tags at notagspodcast.substack.com/subscribe

'Beyond: UFOs and the Unknown'Following revelations of a secret government program studying UFOs, many experts have stopped asking whether UFOs are real and have started wondering: "what are they?" The answer could change everything we thought we knew about human consciousness.Paul BioBritish Born Musician turned Film Maker, now living in the USA. Award winning Editor known for Dogtown and Z-Boys, Riding Giants, Sound City: Real to Reel and The Beatles: Eight Days a Week - The Touring Years. Also known for Directing 'Amazing Journey: The Story of The Who' and '1'. He can also be seen around Los Angeles playing with the classic power pop band The AutomaticsRyan WoodUFO's: Who Knows?: Quotations from famous people: Celebrities, Science, Military, Religion, Politics, and GovernmentDiscover the truth behind the most enigmatic phenomena of our time with "UFOs: Who Knows?" This captivating book delves deep into the world of Unidentified Flying Objects (UFOs) and extraterrestrial encounters, compiling a compelling array of quotations and testimonies from highly credible sources. From military generals to astronauts, scientists to celebrities, and even political and religious figures, each voice adds weight to the argument that UFOs and extraterrestrial phenomena deserve serious attention and exploration.https://www.amzn.com/dp/B0DHVYCVCW/The AI Ufologist: Answering the Big Questions of UfologyEmbark on an enthralling journey with "The AI Ufologist" by Ryan S. Wood, where the enigmatic world of UFOs/UAPs and extraterrestrial life collides with the frontiers of our modern society, economy, and technology, all under the transformative lens of artificial intelligence (AI). This captivating book dives deep into the most profound questions of ufology: What drives the ET agenda? Why do alien beings venture to Earth? What secrets lie behind their advanced technology? Wood masterfully untangles a complex web woven by major governments, a web of secrecy, deception, and intimidation, to reveal a narrative that is as enlightening as it is gripping.https://www.amzn.co.uk/dp/B0CWZJTWSVRyan BioRyan S. Wood grew up in southern California where he first became acquainted with UFOs when his father, Dr. Robert M. Wood, was engaged in deciphering the physics of UFOs while managing a research project on anti-gravity for McDonnell Douglas. This involved the process of trying to change the speed of light in a Michelson Morley interferometer with high magnetic fields. In 1978, he graduated from Cal Poly San Luis Obispo with degrees in Mathematics and Computer Science and has had a long career in marketing, sales, engineering, and corporate management, across, semiconductor, computer systems, medical imaging, energy conservation, and aerospace industries.Ryan is regarded as a leading authority on the Top Secret classified Majestic-12 intelligence documents and the 1941 Cape Girardeau, Missouri UFO Crash amongst others. He is the author of MAJIC EYES ONLY: Earth's Encounters with Extraterrestrial Technology, a landmark synthesis of over 100 UFO crash retrievals along with authenticity discussions of many of the majestic documents.A frequent lecturer on the UFO subject, Ryan has taught college courses and made numerous presentations about UFOs to civic organizations and at ufology conferences across the world. He has organized seven worldwide UFO crash retrieval symposia (2003-2009), each with conference proceedings and presentations from UFO crash investigators along with keynote banquet speakers. During this time, he advanced the ufological careers and reputation of scores of now widely known UFO lecturers, TV guests and researchers.In the late 1990's he gave a two-hour UFO lecture to an international class of military officers at the Naval Postgraduate School that formed the basis of the final exam for a National Security Affairs class. He manages the content of website majesticdocuments and along with his father was the executive producer of a television documentary that aired on the Sci-Fi channel detailing the authenticity of the Majestic-12 documents called The Secret. He has been interviewed on numerous television shows such as the History channel, ABC news and numerous local Bay Area, Denver, and Las Vegas TV channels. He has been a radio guest on Art Bell, Jeff Rense, and George Noory several times. https://www.pastliveshypnosis.co.uk/https://www.patreon.com/alienufopodcast

Like “Man in Black” Johnny Cash, Gabe Sachs is never seen without his signature ebon apparel. So what could coax him into donning a white dress shirt? And while we're asking questions: who's shooting 220 film, what's a Zunow, and can Jeff actually perform Tom Lehrer's “The Elements” on command? Find out in the latest obsidian-dark episode of I Dream of Cameras!Gabe was plied with birthday gifts!a camera-print shirt from a Paris boutiqueEyes Wide Open! 100 Years of Leica Photographya Polaroid Big Swinger and three precious packs of Fujifilm FP-3000bJeff made a world-wind trip to LA, where he and Gabe dined with Jeff's friend and Renaissance-woman Cathy Rogers of indiepop legends Heavenly and Junkyard Wars a.k.a. Scrapheap ChallengeToday is Jeff's 12th Alpaversary, yet his cherished 11si does not exist!to celebrate, he replaced the mirror foam in his Alpa 10s, and has a sexy how-to tip!Gabe bought a thrashed Rolleicord with Rolleinar close-up attachment and is wracked with regretJeff shot the Heavenly show with a Pentax 6x7 and 45mm lens and does not recommendyet he was quite pleased with his wedding shots from the XPan and Olympus XA4Gabe loved the documentary Uncropped, produced by Wes Anderson, about photographer James Hamiltonalso take note of Glen E. Friedman, seminal skateboard, punk and hip-hop shooter whose work is all over Dogtown and Z-Boysnow some questions! ever tried Shanghai 220 film?ever heard of the fascinating and ultra-rare Zunow SLR?did you know Tom Lehrer did a version of “The Elements” for a Polaroid sales meeting?and finally, our Prodigious Mailbag™, featuring a truly devastating missive from John Kelly, late of the Washington Post, in which he compares IDOC to the obscure and little-heard Camerosity podcast

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Welcome back to the show! For this, our 70th episode, we're absolutely honored to be joined by none other than legendary photographer, artist, and author Glen E. Friedman to discuss the genre-defining 2001 film Dogtown and Z-Boys! Chronicling the rise of the fabled Zephyr Team in the 1970's, this Stacy Peralta-directed documentary brought the roots of modern skateboarding- along with names like Tony Alva, Jay Adams, and Shogo Kubo- into the cultural mainstream, while paving the way for a slew of like-minded documentaries to follow. As a co-producer and creative consultant on the film- as well as having been pool and bank-side for many of the Z-Boys most renowned formative sessions- Glen brings a unique and truly one of a kind perspective, which he was gracious enough to sit down and share with us in candid detail. If you want to know, there's only one way to find out- join us, shall you? You can help support our show by buying us a coffee: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠www.buymeacoffee.com/BBASpodcast⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Website: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠www.thebonesbrigadeaudioshow.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Instagram: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠@thebonesbrigadeaudioshow⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Facebook: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠The Bones Brigade Audio Show⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Email us your questions and feedback to read on future episodes: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠www.thebonesbrigadeaudioshow.com/contact⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ HAVE YOU SEEN HIM? --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/larry-ransom/support

Professional surfer, business owner and WSL commentator, Strider Wasilewski tells all in this episode of Cold Beer Surf Club. Strider sits down with Conner Coffin at WSL HQ and kicks off the conversation with a jaw-dropping story about an old photo of a shark they encountered during a Bali trip, courtesy of Marty Hoffman. He takes us through the harrowing experience of surviving a shark attack at Gordo Bank alongside legends like Marty, Peter McGonagle, and Terence McNulty. From recounting the adrenaline-pumping moments during the infamous Mick Fanning incident at Jeffreys Bay to the transformative experience of swimming with sharks in the Maldives, Strider shares his most gripping encounters with these ocean giants. Strider also reflects on his roots in the iconic Dogtown scene, growing up alongside skate legends Tony Alva and Jay Adams, and the pivotal moments that shaped his surfing journey—from epic trips to the North Shore to gracing the cover of SURFER Magazine. He dives into his time with Quiksilver, unforgettable moments flying on a private jet with Kelly Slater, and the excitement of signing Dane Reynolds and securing Volcom's legendary Pipe House. As Strider and Conner discuss the evolution of surfing culture from the "surf all day, party all night" scene to the current era of incredible professionalism and progression, Strider shares what continues to fuel his passion as a surfer and a commentator. He divulges his ventures with Shade Sunscreen, supporting talents like Griffin and Crosby Colapinto, and his journey of writing a book. New episodes drop every month. Follow, subscribe, and join the Club now. Follow Conner Coffin. Follow Strider Wasilewski. Follow 805 Beer. Get the latest 805 Beer content, the gear, and of course, the beer. Join the conversation, follow the league, and stay updated on all things WSL.

On this episode of The Apocalypse Post(cast), MakeShift Remembers some of the wonderful (and trying) things that happened at WW24.     If you dig this channel and think I've earned your support, please consider joining my Patreon where you'll get early access to every video and discounts on Apocalypse Post merch. www.patreon.com/theapocalypsepost  Follow along on the facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/TheApocalypsePost Join our Mailing List: http://eepurl.com/ijT9xT  Want to drop a one time donation? Venmo @Mike-Darling-2 We're also a podcast!!! Subscribe here: https://theapocalypsepost.podbean.com/ or whereever you get your pods. Our Store is open!!! Buy your Apocalypse Post merch at: https://theapocalypsepost.square.site/  Want a T-Shirt like mine? Here's My Tee-Public store: http://tee.pub/lic/a0XLNn5MhBg Executive Producers: The Love Bombs Warlord: Paul Waldrep a.k.a. Badger The Tribe: Erica Jean Hale Lone Wolf: Rebekah Leib We Two, As One: Aristarchos, Dave Matney, Ryan Lowes, Sadismeena, Clarissa Gorchinski, Trina Casteele, Nicolas Steffen,  Outlanders: Adam Kasper, Alex "Anxiety" Anderson, Alice Matyash, Amanda Lawson,  Andy Thorne, Ashley Usita, Automotive Impostor, Becca Morgan, Chisel Plow, Coli Unger, Crow, Daniel Hargrove, Darren Olmstead, Dave Griffin, Drew A., Dustin Clements, Fireline Coyote, Francisco Urzua, Ghillie's Arcade, Hannah Lovett, Howard Gillingham, Jeffrey Prater, Joseph Telezinski, Knotshur, Matthew Gerard, Matthew Robertson, Michael Claseman, Michael Ramsey, Mjukis Lundin, Monstah, Rachel Howard, Dogtown, Robbie Kirk, Ron Mayfield, Sam Bell, Sareaza, Sasha, TheRoachman, Tim Freitag, Travis Blankenbaker, Viola Sanderlin, Wobble And the rest of our Patreon Supporters: Catherine D., J Beverley Alexander, Joshua Sayler, Josh Anderson, Michael LeMay, Tim Cottage, ReliaBill, Ian Crull, The Irrelevant Lunatic, Zephyr Zehr-Mills, Cricket, DiscoMite, Obi Nukes, Danny Sierra, Jared Butler, Joseph Post, Syn Edge, The Baron, Wes, Alek Emmel, Alexander Zycov, Amanda Mielke, Andrew Flanagan, Bryanna Darling, DHP Gastelum, Edward Hutchinson, Erik Priest, Jaclyn Lewis, Karl Stabler, Madison Carter, Michal Misztal, The Bedlam Collective, Tomm Gatees, Vulfie, Xombi #TheApocalypsePost #LegendsOfWastelandCity #PostApocalypse

In Episode 21 of The Halloween Podcast, host Lyle Perez takes you on a ghostly journey through Massachusetts, where history and hauntings go hand in hand. Known for its pivotal role in the formation of America, Massachusetts is also home to some of the most chilling and haunted locations in the country. From the infamous Lizzie Borden House to the eerie streets of Salem, we'll uncover the spirits that still linger in the Bay State. Featured Haunted Locations: The Lizzie Borden House                                                                                                      Address: 230 2nd St, Fall River The site of the infamous 1892 murders of Andrew and Abby Borden, this house remains a chilling location where guests experience cold drafts, moving objects, and even apparitions of the Borden family. Open for tours and overnight stays. The Houghton Mansion Address: 172 Church St, North Adams, MA 01247 A tragic car accident claimed the lives of Albert Houghton's daughter and chauffeur, leaving the mansion haunted by restless spirits. Visitors report feelings of being watched and shadowy figures lurking in corners. The Witch House Address: 310 Essex St, Salem, MA 01970 Judge Jonathan Corwin's home, tied to the Salem Witch Trials, is haunted by the ghosts of the accused. Sudden temperature drops, eerie whispers, and ghostly apparitions are common here. The Hoosac Tunnel Address: Near Route 8, North Adams, MA 01247 Known as the "Bloody Pit," this railroad tunnel saw nearly 200 deaths during its construction. Ghostly cries and shadowy figures are often reported by visitors near its entrance. The USS Salem Address: 739 Washington St, Quincy, MA 02169 This retired naval ship turned museum is said to be haunted by the spirits of those who died aboard, particularly after the 1953 Ionian earthquake. Shadowy figures and phantom sounds of the ship still linger. The Hawthorne Hotel Address: 18 Washington Square W, Salem, MA 01970 Named after Nathaniel Hawthorne, this hotel is known for its ghostly activities, including mysterious whispers, elevators moving on their own, and sightings of a woman in a white gown. The Joshua Ward House Address: 148 Washington St, Salem, MA 01970 Built on the land once owned by Sheriff George Corwin, known for his role in the Salem Witch Trials, this house is haunted by figures of the accused witches and Corwin himself. Dogtown Address: Dogtown Common Road, Gloucester, MA 01930 An abandoned settlement known for its eerie atmosphere, where visitors encounter strange lights, ghostly figures, and the unsettling presence of a black dog guarding the land. The Danvers State Hospital Address: 1101 Kirkbride Dr, Danvers, MA 01923 Once a psychiatric hospital with a history of overcrowding and inhumane treatment, the spirits of former patients still roam its grounds. Visitors report hearing screams, seeing shadowy figures, and feeling intense cold spots. The House of the Seven Gables Address: 115 Derby St, Salem, MA 01970 Made famous by Nathaniel Hawthorne's novel, this colonial mansion is haunted by ghostly children's laughter, sightings of a boy in the attic, and shadowy figures in the parlor. Like Our Facebook page for more Halloween fun: www.Facebook.com/TheHalloweenPodcast ORDER PODCAST MERCH! Website: www.TheHalloweenPodcast.com Email: TheHalloweenPodcast@gmail.com X: @TheHalloweenPod Support the Show: www.patreon.com/TheHalloweenPod Get bonus Halloween content and more! Just for Patreon supporters! Check out my other show! Find it on iTunes - Amazing Advertising http://amazingadvertising.podomatic.com/ Keywords: Haunted Massachusetts, Massachusetts Ghost Stories, Haunted Locations, Paranormal Massachusetts, Haunted America, Lizzie Borden House, Houghton Mansion, Witch House, Hoosac Tunnel, USS Salem, Hawthorne Hotel, Joshua Ward House, Dogtown, Danvers State Hospital, House of the Seven Gables Tags: #HauntedAmerica #GhostStories #MassachusettsHaunts #ParanormalPodcast #HauntedLocations #SalemGhosts #StaySpooky

Hi Survivors, for those of you heading to Wasteland Valley for the anual gathering, this one's for you.  MakeShift and Shepherd of the Dukes of the Nuke go over all the things we're excited about PLUS take you on an audio tour with several wasteland tribes. Then we jump into a great conversation with the Thunder Dome tribe: Death Guild.  LIsten in and hear some of the things that Wasteland and the Tribes are bringing you in 2024!!!   If you dig this channel and think I've earned your support, please consider joining my Patreon where you'll get early access to every video and discounts on Apocalypse Post merch. www.patreon.com/theapocalypsepost    Follow along on the facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/TheApocalypsePost Join our Mailing List: http://eepurl.com/ijT9xT    Want to drop a one time donation? Venmo @Mike-Darling-2   We're also a podcast!!! Subscribe here: https://theapocalypsepost.podbean.com/ or whereever you get your pods. Our Store is open!!!   Buy your Apocalypse Post merch at: https://theapocalypsepost.square.site/    Want a T-Shirt like mine? Here's My Tee-Public store: http://tee.pub/lic/a0XLNn5MhBg   Executive Producers: The Love Bombs   Warlord: Paul Waldrep a.k.a. Badger   The Tribe: Erica Jean Hale   Lone Wolf: Rebekah Leib   We Two, As One: Aristarchos, Dave Matney, Ryan Lowes, Sadismeena, Clarissa Gorchinski, Trina Casteele   Outlanders: Adam Kasper, Alex "Anxiety" Anderson, Alice Matyash, Amanda Lawson, Anders Larson, Andy Thorne, Ashley Usita, Automotive Impostor, Becca Morgan, Chisel Plow, Coli Unger, Crow, Daniel Hargrove, Darren Olmstead, Dave Griffin, Drew A., Dustin Clements, Fireline Coyote, Francisco Urzua, Franzilla Maas, Ghillie's Arcade, Howard Gillingham, Jeffrey Prater, Jeremy Church, Joseph Telezinski, Knotshur, Konnor Heredia, Matthew Gerard, Matthew Robertson, Michael Claseman, Michael Ramsey, Mjukis Lundin, Monstah, Rachel Howard, Dogtown, Robbie Kirk, Ron Mayfield, Sam Bell, Sareaza, Sasha, TheRoachman, Tim Freitag, Tyler Garrison, Wobble,   And the rest of our Patreon Supporters: Catherine D., J Beverley Alexander, Joshua Sayler, Josh Anderson, Michael LeMay, ReliaBill, Ian Crull, The Irrelevant Lunatic, Zephyr Zehr-Mills, Cricket, DisconMite, Obi Nukes, Danny Sierra, Jared Butler, Joseph Post, Syn Edge, The Baron, Wes, Alek Emmel, Alexander Zycov, Amanda Mielke, Andrew Flanagan, Bryanna Darling, DHP Gastelum, Edward Hutchinson, Erik Priest, Jaclyn Lewis, Karl Stabler, Madison Carter, Michal Misztal, The Bedlam Collective, Tomm Gatees, Vulfie, Xombi   #TheApocalypsePost #LegendsOfWastelandCity #PostApocalypse

Harry welcomes legendary skateboarder Tony Hawk to the studio for Episode 17 of Flow State Podcast. Harry and Tony talk about when it's ok to skateboard through an international airport, going pro at age 14, and choosing between skateboarding and music. Harry geeks out about playing Tony Hawk's Pro Skater 1 on N64 as a kid and Tony talks about how The 900 made it into the game with moments to spare. After reflecting on a life and legacy in the evolving sport of skateboarding, Harry recaps the episode in freestyle with a few of Tony's suggestions thrown in… Australia and New Zealand Odyssey Tour Tickets Now Available: https://www.rabbitgroup.com/tours/harry-mack#tours ---- SHOW NOTES Airport Skating https://x.com/tonyhawk Glossary of Skateboarding Terms https://www.masterclass.com/articles/guide-to-skate-lingo Hawk Interview - Thrasher Magazine, May 1985 https://www.thrashermagazine.com/articles/magazine/may-1985/ Dogtown and Z-Boys https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0275309/https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dogtown_and_Z-Boys Original Zypher Team Photo: Glen E. Friedman Tony Hawk goes pro at 14 | Handplant https://www.tonyhawk.com/media Eddie Elguera https://www.elguera.com/ Eddie Elguera | Elguerial - Del Mar Hester Series 1979 Photo: William Sharp Birdhouse Skateboards "The End" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BOsGMM2H1WA Tony Hawk | The Loop Photo: Atiba Jefferson Gang of Four Photo: Adrian Boot First 900 | X Games 1999 https://youtu.be/4YYTNkAdDD8?si=m5N7TgECC8uPc6tL First 720 | Eurocana Skate Camp - Hagernas, Sweden 1985 http://facebook.com/TonyHawk Andy Anderson | Dream Trick https://www.youtube.com/@berrics “Do A Kickflip!” | The Berrics https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ob0dI05Xz8s Burnside Skatepark https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Burnside_Skatepark Rodney Mullen | Ollie Impossible - Oceanside 1986 https://www.youtube.com/@80sFreestyle The Skatepark Project https://skatepark.org/ ----- Timestamps 00:00:00 Intro 00:03:25 Skateboarding Around Town and In Airports 00:05:33 Back to the Beginning 00:07:58 Tony Defines His Own Style 00:09:37 Competitions and Going Pro at 14 00:19:08 Skating Hero Did One of Tony's Tricks 00:22:00 The Loop 00:24:05 Getting in the Flow State 00:26:09 Tony Hawk's Pro Skate 00:27:43 Improvisation vs Planning 00:31:06 Pre-Skating Routines 00:33:35 Landing the 900 00:38:43 Skate Combos in Real Life 00:43:10 Choosing Skating Over the Violin 00:46:25 A New Era of Skating 00:50:35 Fatherhood 00:52:12 The Skatepark Project 00:53:52 Do What You Love 00:56:27 Closing Freestyle

WATCH the episode HERE.What if you could relive the golden era of skateboarding through the eyes of a legend? Join us as we sit down with the iconic Adrian "Errol" Jones, who has been at the forefront of Australian skateboarding for over fifty years. Co-host Ti Coleing lends his unique perspective, offering a rich, multifaceted discussion that spans rare archival footage, memorable spots like Hulley's Ramp and Ryde Bowl, and the influential figures who have shaped the skateboarding community. Discover the origins of Adrian's nickname "Errol," laugh along with his nostalgic tales from the early days of skateboarding in Australia, and hear about the time he was honoured with the "Spirit of Jay Adams" award from Dogtown and Z-Boys legend Pat Noho.This episode is full of never before seen pictures and videos, so I highly recommend watching the full video production HERE.Shoutout to the following people who helped make this episode happen:Episode Sponsor: Cockroach WheelsPhotos: David Mock, David Pang, John Fox, Russell Jones, Tony Jones, Dean Tirkot, Blameless, Damo Kennedy, John Gray.Archival video footage of Ryde, Hulley's Ramp and Manly Skate City: Stuart Spencer.Co-Host: Ti ColeingFeatured Artist: Marty BaptistSet Art Curation: Steve TierneyThank you Skateboarding,ShanTHT gets by with a little help from these friends...(Intro) Music by Def Wish Cast.Song: ForeverAlbum: The Evolution Machinewww.defwishcast.com.auhttps://defwishcastofficial.bandcamp.com/INDOSOLE - Sustainable footwear Code: THT(15% discount shipping is WORLDWIDE and fast).Sandals made from recycled Tyres. Timeless footwear for the conscious consumer.KRUSH ORGANICS - CBD oils and topicalsCode: THT(Get a HUGE 40% Discount...shipping is WORLDWIDE and fast).Purveyors of the finest CBD oils and topicals. I think long and hard about who I want to be affiliated with. Do the research yourself, the health benefits of CBD are unquestionable. It's done so much for me, especially during times of stress and anxiety, it's improved the quality of my sleep and sped up my recovery-time post workouts, surfs and skates... and it's all natural.Get yourself a set of Cockroach wheels HERE. Thanks for supporting THT! What began as an idea and progressed to testing in 1986, Cockroach set the benchmark for the skater-made and operated business. Cocky was fully dedicated to creating the finest urethane that Aussies could buy as well as sponsoring some of our hottest skaters; O.G shredders like Adrian Jones, John Gray, Johnny McGrath, Michael Mulhall, Sac Reynolds, Warren Archer, MichaSupport the showBecome a SUBSCRIBER of THT. Only pay what you feel the show is worth to you!Follow on Instagram: @terriblehappytalksCheckout the website: terriblehappytalks.com

Jeremiah and Liv make it to Houston by stowing away on the train, but nothing could prepare them for what they find there.   If you dig this channel and think I've earned your support, please consider joining my Patreon where you'll get early access to every video and discounts on Apocalypse Post merch. www.patreon.com/theapocalypsepost    Follow along on the facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/TheApocalypsePost Join our Mailing List: http://eepurl.com/ijT9xT    Want to drop a one time donation? Venmo @Mike-Darling-2   We're also a podcast!!! Subscribe here: https://theapocalypsepost.podbean.com/ or whereever you get your pods. Our Store is open!!!   Buy your Apocalypse Post merch at: https://theapocalypsepost.square.site/    Want a T-Shirt like mine? Here's My Tee-Public store: http://tee.pub/lic/a0XLNn5MhBg   Executive Producers: The Love Bombs   Warlord: Paul Waldrep a.k.a. Badger   The Tribe: Erica Jean Hale   Lone Wolf: Rebekah Leib   We Two, As One: Aristarchos, Dave Matney, Ryan Lowes, Sadismeena, Clarissa Gorchinski, Trina Casteele   Outlanders: Adam Kasper, Alex "Anxiety" Anderson, Alice Matyash, Amanda Lawson, Anders Larson, Andy Thorne, Ashley Usita, Automotive Impostor, Becca Morgan, Chisel Plow, Coli Unger, Crow, Daniel Hargrove, Darren Olmstead, Dave Griffin, Drew A., Dustin Clements, Fireline Coyote, Francisco Urzua, Franzilla Maas, Ghillie's Arcade, Howard Gillingham, Jeffrey Prater, Jeremy Church, Joseph Telezinski, Knotshur, Konnor Heredia, Matthew Gerard, Matthew Robertson, Michael Claseman, Michael Ramsey, Mjukis Lundin, Monstah, Rachel Howard, Dogtown, Robbie Kirk, Ron Mayfield, Sam Bell, Sareaza, Sasha, TheRoachman, Tim Freitag, Tyler Garrison, Wobble,   And the rest of our Patreon Supporters: Catherine D., J Beverley Alexander, Joshua Sayler, Josh Anderson, Michael LeMay, ReliaBill, Ian Crull, The Irrelevant Lunatic, Zephyr Zehr-Mills, Cricket, DisconMite, Obi Nukes, Danny Sierra, Jared Butler, Joseph Post, Syn Edge, The Baron, Wes, Alek Emmel, Alexander Zycov, Amanda Mielke, Andrew Flanagan, Bryanna Darling, DHP Gastelum, Edward Hutchinson, Erik Priest, Jaclyn Lewis, Karl Stabler, Madison Carter, Michal Misztal, The Bedlam Collective, Tomm Gatees, Vulfie, Xombi   #TheApocalypsePost #LegendsOfWastelandCity #PostApocalypse

While James Spartz currently makes music with Dogtown Hollow, he has sometimes been onstage as part of Jim James & The Damn Shames and under other names.

Today we take a terrifying to three different towns in America that teeter between the world of the light and a land plagued in darkness.   Patreon https://www.patreon.com/user?u=18482113 PayPal Donation Link https://tinyurl.com/mrxe36ph MERCH STORE!!! https://tinyurl.com/y8zam4o2 Amazon Wish List https://www.amazon.com/hz/wishlist/ls/28CIOGSFRUXAD?ref_=wl_share   Help Promote Dead Rabbit! Dual Flyer https://i.imgur.com/OhuoI2v.jpg "As Above" Flyer https://i.imgur.com/yobMtUp.jpg “Alien Flyer” By TVP VT U https://imgur.com/gallery/aPN1Fnw “QR Code Flyer” by Finn https://imgur.com/a/aYYUMAh   Links: THE CURSE OF DUDLEYTOWN https://www.prairieghosts.com/dudleytown.html Dudleytown, Connecticut https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dudleytown,_Connecticut Dudleytown http://www.damnedct.com/dudleytown Welcome to Dudleytown: The true story of America's "Village of the Damned" https://maps.roadtrippers.com/stories/dudley-town Cursed Dudleytown – What Really Happened In America's Village Of The Damned In Connecticut http://www.ancientpages.com/2017/12/30/cursed-dudleytown-what-really-happened-in-americas-village-of-the-damned-in-connecticut/ Spider Gates Cemetery : Leicester, Massachusetts https://www.trytoscare.me/legend/spider-gates-cemetery-leicester-massachusetts-2/ Quaker Cemetery https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quaker_Cemetery_(Leicester,_Massachusetts) Haunted New England: The Spider Gates Cemetery! https://terrordaves.com/2012/06/13/spider-gates-cemetery-truly-haunted-probably-not/ 14 Top-Rated Tourist Attractions in Massachusetts https://www.planetware.com/tourist-attractions/massachusetts-usma.htm This One Creepy Ghost Town In Massachusetts Is The Stuff Nightmares Are Made Of https://www.onlyinyourstate.com/massachusetts/ghost-town-dogtown-ma/ Dogtown, Massachusetts https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dogtown,_Massachusetts The Witches of Dogtown https://historyofmassachusetts.org/the-witches-of-dogtown/ Dogtown Sanctuary http://dogtownsanctuary.blogspot.com/p/blog-page.html   ------------------------------------------------ Logo Art By Ash Black Opening Song: "Atlantis Attacks" Closing Song: "Bella Royale" Music By Simple Rabbitron 3000 created by Eerbud Thanks to Chris K, Founder Of The Golden Rabbit Brigade Dead Rabbit Archivist Some Weirdo On Twitter AKA Jack YouTube Champ Stewart Meatball The Haunted Mic Arm provided by Chyme Chili Forever Fluffle: Cantillions, Samson Discord Mods: Mason, HotDiggityDane http://www.DeadRabbit.com Email: DeadRabbitRadio@gmail.com Twitter: https://twitter.com/DeadRabbitRadio Facebook: www.Facebook.com/DeadRabbitRadio TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@deadrabbitradio Dead Rabbit Radio Subreddit: https://www.reddit.com/r/DeadRabbitRadio/ Paranormal News Subreddit: https://www.reddit.com/r/ParanormalNews/ Mailing Address Jason Carpenter PO Box 1363 Hood River, OR 97031 Paranormal, Conspiracy, and True Crime news as it happens! Jason Carpenter breaks the stories they'll be talking about tomorrow, assuming the world doesn't end today. All Contents Of This Podcast Copyright Jason Carpenter 2018 - 2024  

The girl takes Jeremiah with her and they escape the city with a new mission.   If you dig this channel and think I've earned your support, please consider joining my Patreon where you'll get early access to every video and discounts on Apocalypse Post merch. www.patreon.com/theapocalypsepost    Follow along on the facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/TheApocalypsePost Join our Mailing List: http://eepurl.com/ijT9xT    Want to drop a one time donation? Venmo @Mike-Darling-2   We're also a podcast!!! Subscribe here: https://theapocalypsepost.podbean.com/ or whereever you get your pods. Our Store is open!!!   Buy your Apocalypse Post merch at: https://theapocalypsepost.square.site/    Want a T-Shirt like mine? Here's My Tee-Public store: http://tee.pub/lic/a0XLNn5MhBg   Executive Producers: The Love Bombs   Warlord: Paul Waldrep a.k.a. Badger   The Tribe: Erica Jean Hale   Lone Wolf: Rebekah Leib   We Two, As One: Aristarchos, Dave Matney, Ryan Lowes, Sadismeena, Clarissa Gorchinski, Trina Casteele   Outlanders: Adam Kasper, Alex "Anxiety" Anderson, Alice Matyash, Amanda Lawson, Anders Larson, Andy Thorne, Ashley Usita, Automotive Impostor, Becca Morgan, Chisel Plow, Coli Unger, Crow, Daniel Hargrove, Darren Olmstead, Dave Griffin, Drew A., Dustin Clements, Fireline Coyote, Francisco Urzua, Franzilla Maas, Ghillie's Arcade, Howard Gillingham, Jeffrey Prater, Jeremy Church, Joseph Telezinski, Knotshur, Konnor Heredia, Matthew Gerard, Matthew Robertson, Michael Claseman, Michael Ramsey, Mjukis Lundin, Monstah, Rachel Howard, Dogtown, Robbie Kirk, Ron Mayfield, Sam Bell, Sareaza, Sasha, TheRoachman, Tim Freitag, Tyler Garrison, Wobble,   And the rest of our Patreon Supporters: Catherine D., J Beverley Alexander, Joshua Sayler, Josh Anderson, Michael LeMay, ReliaBill, Ian Crull, The Irrelevant Lunatic, Zephyr Zehr-Mills, Cricket, DisconMite, Obi Nukes, Danny Sierra, Jared Butler, Joseph Post, Syn Edge, The Baron, Wes, Alek Emmel, Alexander Zycov, Amanda Mielke, Andrew Flanagan, Bryanna Darling, DHP Gastelum, Edward Hutchinson, Erik Priest, Jaclyn Lewis, Karl Stabler, Madison Carter, Michal Misztal, The Bedlam Collective, Tomm Gatees, Vulfie, Xombi   #TheApocalypsePost #LegendsOfWastelandCity #PostApocalypse

This week John and Vee go very niche. They have picked biopics starring Emil Hirsch. Grab your skateboards and your hiking boots, this is: Lords of Dogtown, and Into the Wild

Cigars and Cinema tackle the story of skating icons Stacy Peralta, Tony Alva, and the crew in Lords of Dogtown. Dive into this summer flick with us and light up the last of our Cigars and Cinema ampler, the HVC Hot Cake Maduro Toro!HVC Hot Cake https://oakglentobacconist.com/product/hvc-hot-cake-laguito-5-maduro-6x54/Sign up for the OGT Cigar Society Subscriptionhttps://oakglentobacconist.com/product/ogt-monthly-subscription/

After a few days with no sign of the children, Pops convinces Jeremiah to set out in search of them on his own.  If you dig this channel and think I've earned your support, please consider joining my Patreon where you'll get early access to every video and discounts on Apocalypse Post merch. www.patreon.com/theapocalypsepost  Follow along on the facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/TheApocalypsePost Join our Mailing List: http://eepurl.com/ijT9xT  Want to drop a one time donation? Venmo @Mike-Darling-2 We're also a podcast!!! Subscribe here: https://theapocalypsepost.podbean.com/ or whereever you get your pods. Our Store is open!!! Buy your Apocalypse Post merch at: https://theapocalypsepost.square.site/  Want a T-Shirt like mine? Here's My Tee-Public store: http://tee.pub/lic/a0XLNn5MhBg Executive Producers: The Love Bombs Warlord: Paul Waldrep a.k.a. Badger The Tribe: Erica Jean Hale Lone Wolf: Rebekah Leib We Two, As One: Aristarchos, Dave Matney, Ryan Lowes, Sadismeena, Clarissa Gorchinski, Trina Casteele Outlanders: Adam Kasper, Alex "Anxiety" Anderson, Alice Matyash, Amanda Lawson, Anders Larson, Andy Thorne, Ashley Usita, Automotive Impostor, Becca Morgan, Chisel Plow, Coli Unger, Crow, Daniel Hargrove, Darren Olmstead, Dave Griffin, Drew A., Dustin Clements, Fireline Coyote, Francisco Urzua, Franzilla Maas, Ghillie's Arcade, Howard Gillingham, Jeffrey Prater, Joseph Telezinski, Knotshur, Konnor Heredia, Matthew Gerard, Matthew Robertson, Michael Claseman, Michael Ramsey, Mjukis Lundin, Monstah, Rachel Howard, Dogtown, Robbie Kirk, Ron Mayfield, Sam Bell, Sareaza, Sasha, Suzanna Vergo, TheRoachman, Tim Freitag, Tyler Garrison, Wobble, And the rest of our Patreon Supporters: Catherine D., J Beverley Alexander, Joshua Sayler, Josh Anderson, Michael LeMay, ReliaBill, Ian Crull, The Irrelevant Lunatic, Zephyr Zehr-Mills, Cricket, DisconMite, Obi Nukes, Danny Sierra, Jared Butler, Joseph Post, Syn Edge, The Baron, Wes, Alek Emmel, Alexander Zycov, Andrew Flanagan, Bryanna Darling, DHP Gastelum, Edward Hutchinson, Erik Priest, Jaclyn Lewis, Karl Stabler, Madison Carter, Michal Misztal, The Bedlam Collective, Tomm Gatees, Vulfie, Xombi #TheApocalypsePost #LegendsOfWastelandCity #PostApocalypse

Send us a Text Message.Welcome to Episode 290 of The Over 50 Health & Wellness Show! In this episode, Kevin English sits down with his good friend and long-time waterman, Alex Torres, to dive into a fun-filled conversation about the ocean, surfing, and the unique world of body surfing. Get ready for a blast of nostalgia, stoke, and insights into staying youthful and passionate about life. Highlights:Introduction to Alex: Alex shares his early memories of the ocean and his journey from a beach-loving kid to a seasoned waterman.Surf Culture of the 70s and 80s: A trip down memory lane as Alex reminisces about the surf and skate scenes in Southern California, touching on the vibrant and rebellious surf culture.The Birth of Whomporama: Alex recounts the hilarious and serendipitous beginnings of the intergalactic body surfing championship known as Whomporama, and its evolution into a beloved annual event.Event Details: Whomporama 2024 will be held on August 10th, 2024 at Hamlet Avenue, Carolina Beach, NC. The event is a fun-filled, volunteer-driven body surfing competition with creative categories and unique, often bizarre trophies.Keeping the Stoke Alive: Alex shares his secrets to maintaining his passion for the ocean and surfing, emphasizing the importance of staying active and having fun. Call to Action:Join the Fun: Whether you're a seasoned body surfer or a complete novice, come join the Whomporama for a day of fun, creativity, and community spirit. Stay Updated: Follow the Whomporama Facebook page for the latest updates and information on the event.Support the Cause: All proceeds from the Whomporama go to local charities, so your participation helps support great causes in the Carolina Beach community. Tune in and catch the wave of excitement in this lively and entertaining episode! Whether you're a water enthusiast or just love a good story, this episode is sure to leave you inspired and smiling. Whomporama FB Page - https://www.facebook.com/groups/423296137722790 Connect with Alex on FB - https://www.facebook.com/surf.wise.1/ Resources and Shout-outs:Dog Town & Z Boys Movie - https://www.amazon.com/Dogtown-Z-Boys-Sean-Penn/dp/B000I8ERUSCome Hell or High Water - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JbVvTLHZFWoLife Rolls On - https://liferollson.org/northcarolinaState of Shaka - https://stateofshaka.comWant to rewrite the narrative of your life and health? Visit the link below to see if our 1:1 coaching services are a perfect fit for your long term goals: https://calendly.com/thesilveredge/coaching-inquiry Want more over 50 health and wellness goodness? Check out our private Facebook group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/silveredgefitness

After way too long a wait, here's the first episode of Season 2 of The Legends of Wasteland City with our new story, "Don't Stop Shootin'". When his two young siblings are stolen by marauders, Jeremiah, the oldest of 11 children, must find a way from his little Louisianna town of Mud Haven to the slave farms of Texas, crossing paths with raiders, gangs, and zombie-like creatures called giggle-shakers along the way. If you dig this channel and think I've earned your support, please consider joining my Patreon where you'll get early access to every video and discounts on Apocalypse Post merch. www.patreon.com/theapocalypsepost  Follow along on the facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/TheApocalypsePost Join our Mailing List: http://eepurl.com/ijT9xT  Want to drop a one time donation? Venmo @Mike-Darling-2 We're also a podcast!!! Subscribe here: https://theapocalypsepost.podbean.com/ or whereever you get your pods. Our Store is open!!! Buy your Apocalypse Post merch at: https://theapocalypsepost.square.site/  Want a T-Shirt like mine? Here's My Tee-Public store: http://tee.pub/lic/a0XLNn5MhBg Executive Producers: The Love Bombs Warlord: Paul Waldrep a.k.a. Badger Lone Wolf: Rebekah Leib We Two, As One: Aristarchos, Dave Matney, Ryan Lowes, Sadismeena, Clarissa Gorchinski Outlanders: Adam Kasper, Alex "Anxiety" Anderson, Alice Matyash, Amanda Lawson, Andy Thorne, Ashley Usita, Automotive Impostor, Becca Morgan, Chisel Plow, Coli Unger, Crow, Daniel Hargrove, Drew A., Dustin Clements, Erica Jean Hale, Fireline Coyote, Francisco Urzua, Franzilla Maas, Ghillie's Arcade, Howard Gillingham, Jeffrey Prater, Joseph Telezinski, Knotshur, Matthew Gerard, Matthew Robertson, Michael Claseman, Michael Fritz, Mjukis Lundin, Monstah, Rachel Howard, Dogtown, Robbie Kirk, Ron Mayfield, Sam Bell, Sareaza, Sasha, Suzanna Vergo, TheRoachman, Tim Freitag, Tyler Garrison, Wobble, And the rest of our Patreon Supporters: Catherine D., J Beverley Alexander, Joshua Sayler, Patrick Boyle, Josh Anderson, Michael LeMay, ReliaBill, Ian Crull, The Irrelevant Lunatic, Zephyr Zehr-Mills, Cricket, DisconMite, Obi Nukes, Danny Sierra, Jared Butler, Joseph Post, Syn Edge, The Baron, Wes, Alek Emmel, Alexander Zycov, Andrew Flanagan, Bryanna Darling, DHP Gastelum, Edward Hutchinson, Erik Priest, Jaclyn Lewis, Karl Stabler, Madison Carter, Michal Misztal, The Bedlam Collective, Tomm Gatees, Vulfie, Xombi #TheApocalypsePost #LegendsOfWastelandCity #PostApocalypse

Mike Evans didn't start off with the dream of running a cookie empire, but that's the goal he's currently building on each and every day. He grew up surrounded by the food world but it wasn't the path he took originally. But a desire for entrepreneurship and a discovery on the internet about the possibility of warm cookies straight from a vending machine launched his company, Alibi Cookies. It started with that unique idea. A vending machine that serves up the perfect cookie for your snacking needs. Then it grew to a brick-and-mortar, the first location in Dogtown. And from there it continues to grow – all within just a few short years. We sat down with Mike to talk about the journey and the advice he has for other young entrepreneurs. Hope you're hungry because there's a lot of cookie chatter in this conversation. Locations in Dogtown, Kirkwood, Edwardsville and Statesville, NC. You can find the vending machine in Dogtown and Rolla, Mo.

What if car enthusiasts could transform Chicago into the ultimate automotive playground? We're gearing up for an electrifying community event that brings together car crews from all corners to take over the Windy City! Join us as we dive into the nitty-gritty of event planning, stressing the importance of unity, coordination, and, above all, safety. Despite some technical hiccups, our excitement is through the roof as we aim to end 2023 on a high note and set the stage for a powerful start to 2024.From overcoming challenges to fostering a sense of inclusivity, our discussion highlights the complexities behind organizing such a massive event. Misunderstandings and past disagreements are addressed head-on as we acknowledge the contributions of different crews over time. Our mission is clear: educate and embrace the newer generation of car enthusiasts while ensuring everyone has a blast. Crowd control, media access, and a vibrant atmosphere are just a few of the topics we touch upon as we prepare for an unforgettable gathering.Expect plenty of laughs and camaraderie as we share personal stories and shout-outs to groups like 502 Group Kentucky and Privates from 312. From unexpected grocery store takeovers to the buzz of having Eli attend, the episode is packed with energy. We also emphasize the importance of respecting camera operators and suggest a peaceful approach towards law enforcement, ensuring a smooth and enjoyable event for all. Buckle up and get ready to celebrate the love of our community with us!Support the Show.Follow our instagram for more updates http://instagram.com/therollbackshow

You're just too good to be true! This week on the show, the life and films of Heath Ledger, from teen heartthrob to posthumous Oscar winner, from 10 Things I Hate About You to The Dark Knight, we cover it all! If you have any questions/comments/suggestions for the show, follow us on twitter @TheMixedReviews, like us on Facebook, e-mail us at reviewsmixed@gmail.com, visit our  Instagram or  TikTok for extra content, become a patron on  our Patreon, or stop by  our shop and pick up some podcast merchandise! Don't forget to subscribe to us on  iTunes,  Stitcher Radio,  Spotify,  Podchaser,  Audible, or  Google.

In this episode Toby sits down with photographer Pep Williams! They chat about growing up in LA, Suicidal Tendencies, skating, Venice, sponsors, being in skate magazines, the music business, 2Pac, living in an abandoned car, shooting prison culture and changing his life, future projects, making videos, Dog Town and trusting your instincts. Please remember to rate, review and subscribe and visit us at https://www.youtube.com/tobymorseonelifeonechance Please visit our sponsors! Athletic Greens https://athleticgreens.com/oloc Removery https://removery.com code TOBYH2O Liquid Death https://liquiddeath.com/toby  

Tony Hawk and Jason Ellis talk with Actor Emile Hirsh about starring in the skateboarding biopic Lords of Dogtown, the hardships of losing weight for Into The Wild, how difficult it is to sing with live vocals, and Tony's time performing stunts in the movie "Escape From LA" Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices