Podcast appearances and mentions of gabby petitio

GP opens on some interesting numbers surrounding Ja Morant and our thoughts on his potential impact as the Grizzlies head into the stretch run post All-Star Break.(23:00) Penny Hardaway puts the blame on himself for the Wichita State loss, Caitlin Clark's agent says it's impossible fot the WNBA to pay her what she's worth, new Gabby Petitio documentary just released on Netflix, U.S. vs Canada hockey for the 4 Nations Championship, and another commercial airliner crashed yesterday (1:12:10) GP's Carry Out 

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A judge has dismissed the wrongful death lawsuit that was filed by Gabby Petitio's family against the Moab Police Department. Adam Small, KSL NewsRadio reporter joins with the latest details.

EV shift contributes to Ford job cuts Report released on South Jordan home explosion that claimed life of Bingham High School student What's next for Donald Trump's hush money case? Impulse buying ahead of holiday shopping season Strategies to help home buyers achieve lower mortgage rates Judge dismisses wrongful death lawsuit filed by Gabby Petitio's family against Moab PD Ways to save on Thanksgiving dinner

In the 8a hour, NewsRadio WFLA Anchor Chris Trenkman runs through today's top stories, including more on the State of the Union address. Dana covers a development with the show 'Yellowstone,' along with new information on the behind-the-scenes drama at Good Morning America. Legal Analyst Felix Vega stops by to break down an update on the Gabby Petitio story, a new death penalty bill for Florida, a neo-Nazi leader with Florida ties, and more.

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Laura highlights key events, witnesses and evidence in the timeline and sequence of events, revisiting Gabby and Brian's Instagram and what friends have said about Gabby and Brian's relationship. Laura also breaks down the 9-minute video footage that was released on October 19 2022 of Gabby and Brian's trip to Whole Foods on August 27 2021 and explains why it is so significant. Laura highlights the lessons that must be learned from Gabby's case and what needs to happen next. You won't want to miss this. Trigger warning: Listener discretion is advised. This episode may be upsetting and/or triggering and it will be angry making. You can follow Laura and her work on: Instagram @crimeanalyst @laurarichards999 TikTok @crimeanalystpod Twitter @thecrimeanalyst @laurarichards999 #GabbyPetito #HerNameWasGabbyPetito #CrimeAnalyst #Expert #Analysis #Behaviour #TrueCrime #Podcast #BrianLaundrie #MaleViolence #Femicide #CoerciveControl #DomesticViolenceAwarenessMonth #DomesticAbuse Clips https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L4MzXIPCOR4 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ixu4OpYBpJQ https://www.cbsnews.com/video/gabby-petito-the-untold-story/#x https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eozcPt4i9Bc https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uElNO4EXx7Y Sources Beyond the Headlines: Gabby Petito Lifetime Documentary https://www.wfla.com/news/sarasota-county/when-was-brian-laundrie-reported-missing/ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xY_M0Sa2j50 https://www.wfla.com/news/sarasota-county/laundries-file-to-limit-depositions-in-gabby-petito-lawsuit-protect-themselves-against-annoyance-embarrassment/ https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-9993619/Last-text-message-missing-van-life-woman-Gabby-Petitio-sent-mother-revealed.html Sign the Petition to Criminalize Coercive Control in America and Complete the Victim's Voice Survey: https://www.laurarichards.co.uk/dv-law-reform/ Crime Analyst Merch – Get 10% off throughout October using this promo code: https://crime-analyst.myshopify.com/discount/CrimeAnalyst Leave a Review If you want to support my work and Crime Analyst and if you enjoyed this episode, please leave a 5-star review here: https://www.crime-analyst.com/reviews/new/

Enter The Multiverse Enter Through The Exit V Assisted suicide should be mandatory—like, isn't the world over populated anyway? Aren't we running out of resources, or something? I forget: what are we at war for? Fuck this place. After a certain amount of shitty things, you should just be able to go into a hospital and say “Hey, fuck this. Just kill me.” And with no questions asked, they should be able to administer a lethal dose of something good enough l—maybe not to get you all the way home, but at least get your started on your way. Death is a long journey. It's a long walk; and you know what? You don't have any feet. No. In fact, you have to start all over from literally nothing. By the time you ever remember what feet are, or that you had them—by the time you remember all that you did before you pass, and get to the ‘remorse' part—thinking about all the things you missed and didn't do—all the wishes you made before that didn't have time to come true—you do get home. And guess what. You're not done. You finally get to God, and God says ‘go back' And depending on how far you even got, that might just mean you have to go all the way back to the start. Oh—like, the beginning. Not “birth” no. Think more “The Big Bang” And you think that's crazy; that's just a reference point, really. When I say “start all over”, I really mean start at One; don't let anybody tell you the first thing that ever happened was The Big Bang—in reality, all that was was the last thing that ever happened, somewhere else. Life is long, but humans are stupid. We've lost our sense of magic and all our logic at once. Now the whole world is a grey area; a blurred line— Survival has become for nothing more than to just ‘get through the day' If earnest hemmingway was able to sense that he was being watched and followed, long before the organizations that had taken interest in him would ever admit to observing him, or release any information about it at all— do you know what that means? Certain things will take place secretly or behind the scenes for years before there's anyone to say or do something about the truth coming out; I myself like the secretive nature of certain things—some things simply don't need to be said, and if said wouldn't be believed either way. Maybe this is the most important lesson I've learned in my journey with Skrillex. What goes up, must come down—I never really asked for an exploration of the social classes via psychological excavation of my own innerworkings; my shift of consciousness has been manufactured and forced, only to come to find “I Am” as the external force for anything that happens. My theory up to now is that, at a certain point, I must have had both the potential and intelligence it would take be be the revolutionary force which needs to take place in order for our country and species as a whole to survive—perhaps my trump-era outburst of panic and despair set in motion all of the events and happenings leading up to The Skrillex Incident; I no longer have any evidence which would compel me to believe in either coincidences, or paranoia. Some of my most ‘prolific' writing has from from being faced with the obstacle of realization that, at least so far—life just isn't fair. Although, now knowing what I know about Fame, nothing comes without a cost—whether monetary or otherwise paid. I can pass no judgements, as any intelligence I might have once possessed has seemed to have diminished—and any porential I may still have has been for the most part squandered; I am aware of my God-given gifts, talents, and abilities—but will always have to compare myself to those who were given the recourses and advantage of privilege—or those strong enough to overcome the adversities to become the product I see on the thousands of screens in all the places one goes in this country— because of my outstretched belly and natural features, I lack the sex appeal it would take to interest the masses by simply “being”; as a black woman, my existence is an expense, as the hair, nails, clothes, and shoes I must use as a tool to attract positive attention and respect from my outward appearance burns holes in the finances I struggle to keep stable—the truth is, my basis for material possession and financial gain comes from a flawed foundation—however. As I've been given the time to reflect on my upbringing, my background supports the failure I have not yet become, but am faced with becoming. When I awoke from my unconscious journey through the infinite at Audiotistic, it was from a place to horrible I could not bear for it to be—somewhere on skid row, shopping carts full of trash and miscreants—or, at least, other miscreants, wandering about. A dark place so cold, so dirty, so horrible that I willed myself out of the death-sleep I had somehow wandered into l, halfway between the malnutrition of a days-long fast and an overdose of something—and although I had at that point built a tolerance to LSD, something that night took me away—which was perfect, as ‘away' was all I wanted to be. I've been technically homeless since I left Alaska—I suspect that either my ex husband was paid to psychologically torment me, as once I had made it clear that I would be leaving to get my own apartment across town, there was no peace, no rest—and certainly no joy. However, since one of our final interactions just so happened to be the carving of the Eye of Ra onto the side of my face with my house key—that perhaps he wasn't paid by white supremacists, as earlier suspected, but that ancient prophecies themselves were becoming, through this process. What is this process? I still can't say. Once I began to voice my so-to-be political ambitions, things became strange—and while I will admit to a breakdown of sorts—what I came to learn about the mental health and justice systems we use in this country now shows me a clearer picture of the misogyny, racism, terrorism and we use as a power. By the time I made it to Gabby Petitio, I had developed such distrust for the American media that I could not believe any of what I was being showed to be anything more than theater—I felt like I was being talked to, or at least beckoned to realize everything that I was seeing in this picture, which appeared falsified at best. Because some of the best brainwashing I've ever witnessed took place in none other than Utah itself—but the curious case of Gabby Petito took the cake: all I saw were paid actors, improvising lines—and in the background, an unspoken message from The Eye of the Media itself: look what we can do. As a I read the comments, I realized that a mass majority of people could be swayed to be on one side of something, or another. People will argue endlessly about anything other than what really matters. Outwardly, if Gabby Petito was a real person, and not just someone I've painted in my mind as just another ploy, all I can offer is condolences to her parents—but I don't sense any existence of truth in what I could see. What I could see is, why the Caucasian woman is so highly cherished and regarded as ideal—that Gabby Petito could literally be anyone, anywhere and probably was—the “police footage” of her and her boyfriend, the man suspected of killing her, appeared to be on amphetamines or opioids. at least at one point—and the very petite, little white girl also appeared to show signs of what I know to be the beginning of a drug habit— how much money would it take to get two tweakers to disappear? The truth is, I don't care enough—by the time I was processing all this, I had decided not to say, do, or write anything about it, almost as a covenant—we'll just keep this a secret. But, as I again face homelessness, and homelessness, this time, I mean—actually, sleeping in my car, using the gym as a hygiene station and figuring out why it is I've been kept alive the numerous times I've tried to rid the world of the burden of my presence—I don't care about anything. At this time, it's hard to care about much else than hitting the gym, sleeping in a bed at night while I have the luxury, or spending time with my son—who is too young to understand his father's bad habits, limitations, and bad mental health. My ex husband knew that I was close to moving into my own two-bedroom apartment, in a nice complex on the other side of town, nearer to the job I hated, but nonetheless had kept, in addition to another just to be able to get away from him; he knew it would be nicer, cleaner, and overall better than the slummy, grimey place we'd been crammed into for the better part of a year—I planned to leave amicably—however, his pride, I believe, got in the way of my exit plan—it would probably be hard to watch someone improve themselves so drastically in the town you grew up in; it would allow the understanding of the small-minded people in the small-town setting to evaluate that it was in fact your shortcomings which caused the separation at all; Just as it has caused a considerable tension between myself and my “brother”, who is actually my step-brother, (and not even that, as my mother has chosen to stay married to my actual father) to be unable to consume the only thing he truly desires, as we share a “living space”, as of now. But this isn't home— while it is a blessing, a warm place to sleep for the time being, a place to keep my things, and spend time with my son— it isn't “home”. My first few weeks here were plagued with the lesson of living with a man who considers himself “single”—the traffic of women in and out of the house at random times, and for only one reason was a showing of cards in his true weakness. After I paid my rent, cash of course, I began coming “home” to less-than-savory visitors—now I have become dignified in the belief that men—but especially black men—possess such insecurities that they must deflect this emotional void of empathy, without understanding the karmic effects, by collecting these women. Perhaps impacted by too many negative events and people, I've come to view most rap music as residual ignorance—though compelling to watch, as the overall lesson I take is that women become objects the moment they subject themselves to competing for the attention and/or adoration of men who boast material wealth; however, as I've learned from Mr. Sonny Moore, material wealth will eventually attract the most “ideal” or desirable outcome? Could the Skrillex that worked at Terrible's have ever scored any attention from a woman like Kayla Lauren—? And once again. because I've become so jaded in this being, this woman is merely figure I believe to not exist at all, but rather put in place to continue to degrade my own self worth— not that I would have ever even thought to hold myself to such a standard that I may ever attract attention from anyone important myself, but I am however amused at myself for trying so hard in the beginning, perhaps especially because I do love Johnny Depp. But, more on that later. The state of music so adequately displays the wavelength at which young minds operate: sex, drugs, and rock and roll—only now it is easier to see the divide of money as a variable. A man does not have to be attractive to have all there is in the world, but wealthy. The world is full of ugly men with lots of money, trophy wives and a slew of others—prostitutes, or, on the higher end, escorts—and let's not forget the very special evil species of women, the home wreckers; women who cost nothing and everything. So where are we now? Another suicidal tangent—everything that's wrong with the world is what's wrong with me. So what's wrong with you? I like white men; I'm a sapiosexual—this limits my potential for a desirable relationship by almost any probability. Setting the bar at Skrillex, or Sonny, rather, everything pales in comparison—and, if I take all I have learned about the world in this time, not that all men are the same completely, but at least in one way certainly—the woman, or, mostly, women you choose represents your power as a man—insecurities are almost always reflected in the actions and choices people make, Whether or not Kayla Lauren and Sonny Moore are even still an item is beyond me—what I do know, is that the moment I became aware of it at all, I began to withdraw my bid for existence. There's nothing particularly special about Kayla Lauren at all—in fact, she's a cookie-cutter carbon-copy example of the most basic individual possible; a blank slate—perhaps this is why people in this condition typically choose to paint themselves with artwork—as tattoos, I have learned, are a sort of talisman — Again, more on that later. It was heartache to begin with, but the final blow was dealt in the automatic intervention which prompted the scrolling through Instagram as I discovered the turmoil I had been facing was all-for-nothing; Meet Kayla Lauren, a retired porn star—or, at least, by the looks of it. Many times along my path, and especially in California, I learned that the term “Fitness Model” was used by porn actresses, low end models, cam girls (before everybody was one) or anyone at all whose true careeer in some kind of sex work had to be concealed in some sort of way “I'm a fitness model” Oh yes, that explains the body modifications in addition to a usual athletic body type; the fake tits, fake lips, and overall fakeness one's presentation would illicit such a job title to be true “a fitness model” For Skrillex, who is not a person, but a project and a brand, this makes sense; however, for Sonny Moore, I would imagine, or rather can consciously gather that after all one would learn from the luck that granted him the freedom of fame, a genius of sorts would also be dapiosexual in nature—-that therefore Kayla Lauren, though dull to simply look at, were it not for the professional photography, photoshop, plastic surgery, and of course display of wealth that it actually takes to keep up such a lifestyle—must be some kind of special person in more than a way that she represents the beacon of everyone's ideal fucktoy. I find almost nothing interesting anymore, let alone entertaining—but the sense of respect, though without as much admiration that I have for Sonny himself at least allows me some room for reflection; although my affinity for being “fit” was truly born in the chaos and destruction of homelessness and poverty, the “push” to take my workout and fitness to extremes was met with the ghost of Kayla Lauren—not someone I believed to be actually better than me, but luckier. Because, had j been able, I would have taken the same path to perceivable “success” as she seemingly had; like any woman, I would have used my sexual attraction to ease my way through college, into the workforce, and out into the free world; Gazing into the evil-looking blue glare of Kayla Lauren's truly hazel eyes gave me insight on the physical pain and damage caused by my own upbringing— it answered questions that go without asking, such as; Would Kayla Lauren even notice the Skrillex that worked at Terribles? Now, as I take a moment to almost laugh at such a ridiculous notion, while Sonny Moore is almost definitely the most attractive person in the world to me , in a physical sense, this unasked and adamantly answered question brings us to two points— Without having acquired such wealth, the dominant traits of Sonny's true attractiveness—intelligence cast aside— would be hidden by the unhealthy stress of poverty, and more than likely some sort of addiction, perhaps even homelessness or another sort of dependence which are all direct results of poverty, at least in the American sense; his features and aura would be drown in the same burdens as mine do; And, The instagrammable lifestyle influencing “fitness model” may not even have to pump her own gas, but theoretically, perhaps, goes to terribles for an iced tea she can take a picture with—- does she find herself attracted to the 5'3, too-tired-to-talk but still eerily polite cashier, who, for the sake of this hypothetical, is identical to Skrillex—(who, again, isn't a ‘person') So,‘let's scratch each other's backs; [as we've learned] being anywhere near, connected to, working with, being mentioned by or attracting the attention of Skrillex boosts ones social status, or status at all, considerably— In my experience, even listening to or playing the music which has resulted from this project, as a byproduct of the actual person, will change the vibration of the immediate space, or, as the music itself emits certain frequencies layered and sequenced in such a way that it may shift the listener's consciousness. But, on the subject of the person himself, Who has of course by now learned to maneuver and function as both the human person Sonny Moore and also exist as Skrillex, a worldwide phenomenon—all evidence supports that anyone who is able to surround themselves in or even around the inner circle, aka OWSLA will, as a result of Sonny's fame, or the legacy of Skrillex itself will inevitably become more popular; people, including myself, have a tendency to want to know about the world this man lives in or the life he leads in whatever way possible; coughs, Marilyn hue, softest hard, and now even Kayla Lauren can all be assumed to possess a superiority of some sort—as I've said before aloud, but perhaps not In written form as of yet, the company you keep is indicative of your own true nature. “When someone shows you who they are, believe them.” -MA NIGGA. What. DID YOU WRITE A BOOK— In your DEATH SLEEP? X . x maybe I did? Oh my god . What are you doing? I don't know? I guess I'm like retarded? What. Like a really special kind of like—? I don't know. I don't know. What's wrong with me. That's a chapter heading. What's Wrong With Me . / ? Everything. Oh fuck. This doesn't taste like reeces! This doesn't taste like anything. What is this? It's sugar free. What's the point of sugar free candy! What's the point of music-free music? Hey, watch it. Hey, watch yourself — I TOLD YOU! IM FROM HERE! WHAT THE FUCK CHAK CHEL. Ah, you see!! Fuck you, lady— Fahk you. Now, Oh, my God. —where's Dillon Francis?! WHAT THE FUCK—how should I know?! You should know! Well, I don't. What the fuck. — I don't get it. — I'm just a kid in the crowd And you're just a guy on the stage Don't like to play lost and found Got to start acting my age I like the music up loud Writing my book, turn the page One day, I'm making my sound But tonight, I'm just a kid in the crowd — People think I'm Cuban Cause I'm black and I speak Spanish; But I'm an American who kinda had to vanish I end up in Mexico I thought I'd learn the language But back home I never go—Alaska is for penguins — The Dillon Francis from the Sunni Blu timeline crosses dimensions into The Legend of SupaCree DILLON FRANCIS ...Sunni—?! SUPACREE Uh… C'ESMET (to CC) Don't say anything. CHAK CHEL (to Either) Just act natural. [They both stand in ultimate awkwardness.] CHAK CHEL Not that natural. —- Elbows off the table! Ugh. My bad. Take smaller bites! Okay, alright! Cross your legs! I hate this. What do you think this is?! Uh—fucking breakfast— Wrong as always— Of course I am— —yes you are—because it's BRUNCH. — JESUS AND ALL THE CHRIST! All of them?! The Jesus Convention Oh Lord. (Literally) Well, here it goes. — No, no, no—Wait—go back to Dillon Francis— Which Dillon Francis. This one. So I guess, when you have a nice body, it changes the way your face looks to a man? Like/-it just makes it…better Van Life— Spotify Mitchell Heritage @heritage_travels Hmm. Blue eyes Blue Eyes Tell Lies You really think he does music? I mean, hey. Doesn't really matter. Don't do this. I didn't— She's...easily distracted. [supacree explores her surroundings] Huh. Oh shit, it's syndicated? C'esme't, after giving half her heart to Petrutheio, is then ‘betrayed', when he is caught giving some of it away—afraid of the other half breaking completely, she places it into a chest, locked away for safe keeping; Gían, after becoming aware of this, then steals the other half, in a desperate attempt to dissuade her from her foretold fate Go easy, shit! I'm now a size 4–and that's with the excess skin around my midriff that plagues me. You're not cursed! It's a curse! That's...fucking disgusting. “It's not that bad.” I hate this. This is a size 4?! It's size 4. Well, okay. Then she's gotta be a double zero! Why does that matter? It doesn't. It obviously does. Of course it does!

Enter The Multiverse Enter Through The Exit V Assisted suicide should be mandatory—like, isn't the world over populated anyway? Aren't we running out of resources, or something? I forget: what are we at war for? Fuck this place. After a certain amount of shitty things, you should just be able to go into a hospital and say “Hey, fuck this. Just kill me.” And with no questions asked, they should be able to administer a lethal dose of something good enough l—maybe not to get you all the way home, but at least get your started on your way. Death is a long journey. It's a long walk; and you know what? You don't have any feet. No. In fact, you have to start all over from literally nothing. By the time you ever remember what feet are, or that you had them—by the time you remember all that you did before you pass, and get to the ‘remorse' part—thinking about all the things you missed and didn't do—all the wishes you made before that didn't have time to come true—you do get home. And guess what. You're not done. You finally get to God, and God says ‘go back' And depending on how far you even got, that might just mean you have to go all the way back to the start. Oh—like, the beginning. Not “birth” no. Think more “The Big Bang” And you think that's crazy; that's just a reference point, really. When I say “start all over”, I really mean start at One; don't let anybody tell you the first thing that ever happened was The Big Bang—in reality, all that was was the last thing that ever happened, somewhere else. Life is long, but humans are stupid. We've lost our sense of magic and all our logic at once. Now the whole world is a grey area; a blurred line— Survival has become for nothing more than to just ‘get through the day' If earnest hemmingway was able to sense that he was being watched and followed, long before the organizations that had taken interest in him would ever admit to observing him, or release any information about it at all— do you know what that means? Certain things will take place secretly or behind the scenes for years before there's anyone to say or do something about the truth coming out; I myself like the secretive nature of certain things—some things simply don't need to be said, and if said wouldn't be believed either way. Maybe this is the most important lesson I've learned in my journey with Skrillex. What goes up, must come down—I never really asked for an exploration of the social classes via psychological excavation of my own innerworkings; my shift of consciousness has been manufactured and forced, only to come to find “I Am” as the external force for anything that happens. My theory up to now is that, at a certain point, I must have had both the potential and intelligence it would take be be the revolutionary force which needs to take place in order for our country and species as a whole to survive—perhaps my trump-era outburst of panic and despair set in motion all of the events and happenings leading up to The Skrillex Incident; I no longer have any evidence which would compel me to believe in either coincidences, or paranoia. Some of my most ‘prolific' writing has from from being faced with the obstacle of realization that, at least so far—life just isn't fair. Although, now knowing what I know about Fame, nothing comes without a cost—whether monetary or otherwise paid. I can pass no judgements, as any intelligence I might have once possessed has seemed to have diminished—and any porential I may still have has been for the most part squandered; I am aware of my God-given gifts, talents, and abilities—but will always have to compare myself to those who were given the recourses and advantage of privilege—or those strong enough to overcome the adversities to become the product I see on the thousands of screens in all the places one goes in this country— because of my outstretched belly and natural features, I lack the sex appeal it would take to interest the masses by simply “being”; as a black woman, my existence is an expense, as the hair, nails, clothes, and shoes I must use as a tool to attract positive attention and respect from my outward appearance burns holes in the finances I struggle to keep stable—the truth is, my basis for material possession and financial gain comes from a flawed foundation—however. As I've been given the time to reflect on my upbringing, my background supports the failure I have not yet become, but am faced with becoming. When I awoke from my unconscious journey through the infinite at Audiotistic, it was from a place to horrible I could not bear for it to be—somewhere on skid row, shopping carts full of trash and miscreants—or, at least, other miscreants, wandering about. A dark place so cold, so dirty, so horrible that I willed myself out of the death-sleep I had somehow wandered into l, halfway between the malnutrition of a days-long fast and an overdose of something—and although I had at that point built a tolerance to LSD, something that night took me away—which was perfect, as ‘away' was all I wanted to be. I've been technically homeless since I left Alaska—I suspect that either my ex husband was paid to psychologically torment me, as once I had made it clear that I would be leaving to get my own apartment across town, there was no peace, no rest—and certainly no joy. However, since one of our final interactions just so happened to be the carving of the Eye of Ra onto the side of my face with my house key—that perhaps he wasn't paid by white supremacists, as earlier suspected, but that ancient prophecies themselves were becoming, through this process. What is this process? I still can't say. Once I began to voice my so-to-be political ambitions, things became strange—and while I will admit to a breakdown of sorts—what I came to learn about the mental health and justice systems we use in this country now shows me a clearer picture of the misogyny, racism, terrorism and we use as a power. By the time I made it to Gabby Petitio, I had developed such distrust for the American media that I could not believe any of what I was being showed to be anything more than theater—I felt like I was being talked to, or at least beckoned to realize everything that I was seeing in this picture, which appeared falsified at best. Because some of the best brainwashing I've ever witnessed took place in none other than Utah itself—but the curious case of Gabby Petito took the cake: all I saw were paid actors, improvising lines—and in the background, an unspoken message from The Eye of the Media itself: look what we can do. As a I read the comments, I realized that a mass majority of people could be swayed to be on one side of something, or another. People will argue endlessly about anything other than what really matters. Outwardly, if Gabby Petito was a real person, and not just someone I've painted in my mind as just another ploy, all I can offer is condolences to her parents—but I don't sense any existence of truth in what I could see. What I could see is, why the Caucasian woman is so highly cherished and regarded as ideal—that Gabby Petito could literally be anyone, anywhere and probably was—the “police footage” of her and her boyfriend, the man suspected of killing her, appeared to be on amphetamines or opioids. at least at one point—and the very petite, little white girl also appeared to show signs of what I know to be the beginning of a drug habit— how much money would it take to get two tweakers to disappear? The truth is, I don't care enough—by the time I was processing all this, I had decided not to say, do, or write anything about it, almost as a covenant—we'll just keep this a secret. But, as I again face homelessness, and homelessness, this time, I mean—actually, sleeping in my car, using the gym as a hygiene station and figuring out why it is I've been kept alive the numerous times I've tried to rid the world of the burden of my presence—I don't care about anything. At this time, it's hard to care about much else than hitting the gym, sleeping in a bed at night while I have the luxury, or spending time with my son—who is too young to understand his father's bad habits, limitations, and bad mental health. My ex husband knew that I was close to moving into my own two-bedroom apartment, in a nice complex on the other side of town, nearer to the job I hated, but nonetheless had kept, in addition to another just to be able to get away from him; he knew it would be nicer, cleaner, and overall better than the slummy, grimey place we'd been crammed into for the better part of a year—I planned to leave amicably—however, his pride, I believe, got in the way of my exit plan—it would probably be hard to watch someone improve themselves so drastically in the town you grew up in; it would allow the understanding of the small-minded people in the small-town setting to evaluate that it was in fact your shortcomings which caused the separation at all; Just as it has caused a considerable tension between myself and my “brother”, who is actually my step-brother, (and not even that, as my mother has chosen to stay married to my actual father) to be unable to consume the only thing he truly desires, as we share a “living space”, as of now. But this isn't home— while it is a blessing, a warm place to sleep for the time being, a place to keep my things, and spend time with my son— it isn't “home”. My first few weeks here were plagued with the lesson of living with a man who considers himself “single”—the traffic of women in and out of the house at random times, and for only one reason was a showing of cards in his true weakness. After I paid my rent, cash of course, I began coming “home” to less-than-savory visitors—now I have become dignified in the belief that men—but especially black men—possess such insecurities that they must deflect this emotional void of empathy, without understanding the karmic effects, by collecting these women. Perhaps impacted by too many negative events and people, I've come to view most rap music as residual ignorance—though compelling to watch, as the overall lesson I take is that women become objects the moment they subject themselves to competing for the attention and/or adoration of men who boast material wealth; however, as I've learned from Mr. Sonny Moore, material wealth will eventually attract the most “ideal” or desirable outcome? Could the Skrillex that worked at Terrible's have ever scored any attention from a woman like Kayla Lauren—? And once again. because I've become so jaded in this being, this woman is merely figure I believe to not exist at all, but rather put in place to continue to degrade my own self worth— not that I would have ever even thought to hold myself to such a standard that I may ever attract attention from anyone important myself, but I am however amused at myself for trying so hard in the beginning, perhaps especially because I do love Johnny Depp. But, more on that later. The state of music so adequately displays the wavelength at which young minds operate: sex, drugs, and rock and roll—only now it is easier to see the divide of money as a variable. A man does not have to be attractive to have all there is in the world, but wealthy. The world is full of ugly men with lots of money, trophy wives and a slew of others—prostitutes, or, on the higher end, escorts—and let's not forget the very special evil species of women, the home wreckers; women who cost nothing and everything. So where are we now? Another suicidal tangent—everything that's wrong with the world is what's wrong with me. So what's wrong with you? I like white men; I'm a sapiosexual—this limits my potential for a desirable relationship by almost any probability. Setting the bar at Skrillex, or Sonny, rather, everything pales in comparison—and, if I take all I have learned about the world in this time, not that all men are the same completely, but at least in one way certainly—the woman, or, mostly, women you choose represents your power as a man—insecurities are almost always reflected in the actions and choices people make, Whether or not Kayla Lauren and Sonny Moore are even still an item is beyond me—what I do know, is that the moment I became aware of it at all, I began to withdraw my bid for existence. There's nothing particularly special about Kayla Lauren at all—in fact, she's a cookie-cutter carbon-copy example of the most basic individual possible; a blank slate—perhaps this is why people in this condition typically choose to paint themselves with artwork—as tattoos, I have learned, are a sort of talisman — Again, more on that later. It was heartache to begin with, but the final blow was dealt in the automatic intervention which prompted the scrolling through Instagram as I discovered the turmoil I had been facing was all-for-nothing; Meet Kayla Lauren, a retired porn star—or, at least, by the looks of it. Many times along my path, and especially in California, I learned that the term “Fitness Model” was used by porn actresses, low end models, cam girls (before everybody was one) or anyone at all whose true careeer in some kind of sex work had to be concealed in some sort of way “I'm a fitness model” Oh yes, that explains the body modifications in addition to a usual athletic body type; the fake tits, fake lips, and overall fakeness one's presentation would illicit such a job title to be true “a fitness model” For Skrillex, who is not a person, but a project and a brand, this makes sense; however, for Sonny Moore, I would imagine, or rather can consciously gather that after all one would learn from the luck that granted him the freedom of fame, a genius of sorts would also be dapiosexual in nature—-that therefore Kayla Lauren, though dull to simply look at, were it not for the professional photography, photoshop, plastic surgery, and of course display of wealth that it actually takes to keep up such a lifestyle—must be some kind of special person in more than a way that she represents the beacon of everyone's ideal fucktoy. I find almost nothing interesting anymore, let alone entertaining—but the sense of respect, though without as much admiration that I have for Sonny himself at least allows me some room for reflection; although my affinity for being “fit” was truly born in the chaos and destruction of homelessness and poverty, the “push” to take my workout and fitness to extremes was met with the ghost of Kayla Lauren—not someone I believed to be actually better than me, but luckier. Because, had j been able, I would have taken the same path to perceivable “success” as she seemingly had; like any woman, I would have used my sexual attraction to ease my way through college, into the workforce, and out into the free world; Gazing into the evil-looking blue glare of Kayla Lauren's truly hazel eyes gave me insight on the physical pain and damage caused by my own upbringing— it answered questions that go without asking, such as; Would Kayla Lauren even notice the Skrillex that worked at Terribles? Now, as I take a moment to almost laugh at such a ridiculous notion, while Sonny Moore is almost definitely the most attractive person in the world to me , in a physical sense, this unasked and adamantly answered question brings us to two points— Without having acquired such wealth, the dominant traits of Sonny's true attractiveness—intelligence cast aside— would be hidden by the unhealthy stress of poverty, and more than likely some sort of addiction, perhaps even homelessness or another sort of dependence which are all direct results of poverty, at least in the American sense; his features and aura would be drown in the same burdens as mine do; And, The instagrammable lifestyle influencing “fitness model” may not even have to pump her own gas, but theoretically, perhaps, goes to terribles for an iced tea she can take a picture with—- does she find herself attracted to the 5'3, too-tired-to-talk but still eerily polite cashier, who, for the sake of this hypothetical, is identical to Skrillex—(who, again, isn't a ‘person') So,‘let's scratch each other's backs; [as we've learned] being anywhere near, connected to, working with, being mentioned by or attracting the attention of Skrillex boosts ones social status, or status at all, considerably— In my experience, even listening to or playing the music which has resulted from this project, as a byproduct of the actual person, will change the vibration of the immediate space, or, as the music itself emits certain frequencies layered and sequenced in such a way that it may shift the listener's consciousness. But, on the subject of the person himself, Who has of course by now learned to maneuver and function as both the human person Sonny Moore and also exist as Skrillex, a worldwide phenomenon—all evidence supports that anyone who is able to surround themselves in or even around the inner circle, aka OWSLA will, as a result of Sonny's fame, or the legacy of Skrillex itself will inevitably become more popular; people, including myself, have a tendency to want to know about the world this man lives in or the life he leads in whatever way possible; coughs, Marilyn hue, softest hard, and now even Kayla Lauren can all be assumed to possess a superiority of some sort—as I've said before aloud, but perhaps not In written form as of yet, the company you keep is indicative of your own true nature. “When someone shows you who they are, believe them.” -MA NIGGA. What. DID YOU WRITE A BOOK— In your DEATH SLEEP? X . x maybe I did? Oh my god . What are you doing? I don't know? I guess I'm like retarded? What. Like a really special kind of like—? I don't know. I don't know. What's wrong with me. That's a chapter heading. What's Wrong With Me . / ? Everything. Oh fuck. This doesn't taste like reeces! This doesn't taste like anything. What is this? It's sugar free. What's the point of sugar free candy! What's the point of music-free music? Hey, watch it. Hey, watch yourself — I TOLD YOU! IM FROM HERE! WHAT THE FUCK CHAK CHEL. Ah, you see!! Fuck you, lady— Fahk you. Now, Oh, my God. —where's Dillon Francis?! WHAT THE FUCK—how should I know?! You should know! Well, I don't. What the fuck. — I don't get it. — I'm just a kid in the crowd And you're just a guy on the stage Don't like to play lost and found Got to start acting my age I like the music up loud Writing my book, turn the page One day, I'm making my sound But tonight, I'm just a kid in the crowd — People think I'm Cuban Cause I'm black and I speak Spanish; But I'm an American who kinda had to vanish I end up in Mexico I thought I'd learn the language But back home I never go—Alaska is for penguins — The Dillon Francis from the Sunni Blu timeline crosses dimensions into The Legend of SupaCree DILLON FRANCIS ...Sunni—?! SUPACREE Uh… C'ESMET (to CC) Don't say anything. CHAK CHEL (to Either) Just act natural. [They both stand in ultimate awkwardness.] CHAK CHEL Not that natural. —- Elbows off the table! Ugh. My bad. Take smaller bites! Okay, alright! Cross your legs! I hate this. What do you think this is?! Uh—fucking breakfast— Wrong as always— Of course I am— —yes you are—because it's BRUNCH. — JESUS AND ALL THE CHRIST! All of them?! The Jesus Convention Oh Lord. (Literally) Well, here it goes. — No, no, no—Wait—go back to Dillon Francis— Which Dillon Francis. This one. So I guess, when you have a nice body, it changes the way your face looks to a man? Like/-it just makes it…better Van Life— Spotify Mitchell Heritage @heritage_travels Hmm. Blue eyes Blue Eyes Tell Lies You really think he does music? I mean, hey. Doesn't really matter. Don't do this. I didn't— She's...easily distracted. [supacree explores her surroundings] Huh. Oh shit, it's syndicated? C'esme't, after giving half her heart to Petrutheio, is then ‘betrayed', when he is caught giving some of it away—afraid of the other half breaking completely, she places it into a chest, locked away for safe keeping; Gían, after becoming aware of this, then steals the other half, in a desperate attempt to dissuade her from her foretold fate Go easy, shit! I'm now a size 4–and that's with the excess skin around my midriff that plagues me. You're not cursed! It's a curse! That's...fucking disgusting. “It's not that bad.” I hate this. This is a size 4?! It's size 4. Well, okay. Then she's gotta be a double zero! Why does that matter? It doesn't. It obviously does. Of course it does!

Enter The Multiverse Enter Through The Exit V Assisted suicide should be mandatory—like, isn't the world over populated anyway? Aren't we running out of resources, or something? I forget: what are we at war for? Fuck this place. After a certain amount of shitty things, you should just be able to go into a hospital and say “Hey, fuck this. Just kill me.” And with no questions asked, they should be able to administer a lethal dose of something good enough l—maybe not to get you all the way home, but at least get your started on your way. Death is a long journey. It's a long walk; and you know what? You don't have any feet. No. In fact, you have to start all over from literally nothing. By the time you ever remember what feet are, or that you had them—by the time you remember all that you did before you pass, and get to the ‘remorse' part—thinking about all the things you missed and didn't do—all the wishes you made before that didn't have time to come true—you do get home. And guess what. You're not done. You finally get to God, and God says ‘go back' And depending on how far you even got, that might just mean you have to go all the way back to the start. Oh—like, the beginning. Not “birth” no. Think more “The Big Bang” And you think that's crazy; that's just a reference point, really. When I say “start all over”, I really mean start at One; don't let anybody tell you the first thing that ever happened was The Big Bang—in reality, all that was was the last thing that ever happened, somewhere else. Life is long, but humans are stupid. We've lost our sense of magic and all our logic at once. Now the whole world is a grey area; a blurred line— Survival has become for nothing more than to just ‘get through the day' If earnest hemmingway was able to sense that he was being watched and followed, long before the organizations that had taken interest in him would ever admit to observing him, or release any information about it at all— do you know what that means? Certain things will take place secretly or behind the scenes for years before there's anyone to say or do something about the truth coming out; I myself like the secretive nature of certain things—some things simply don't need to be said, and if said wouldn't be believed either way. Maybe this is the most important lesson I've learned in my journey with Skrillex. What goes up, must come down—I never really asked for an exploration of the social classes via psychological excavation of my own innerworkings; my shift of consciousness has been manufactured and forced, only to come to find “I Am” as the external force for anything that happens. My theory up to now is that, at a certain point, I must have had both the potential and intelligence it would take be be the revolutionary force which needs to take place in order for our country and species as a whole to survive—perhaps my trump-era outburst of panic and despair set in motion all of the events and happenings leading up to The Skrillex Incident; I no longer have any evidence which would compel me to believe in either coincidences, or paranoia. Some of my most ‘prolific' writing has from from being faced with the obstacle of realization that, at least so far—life just isn't fair. Although, now knowing what I know about Fame, nothing comes without a cost—whether monetary or otherwise paid. I can pass no judgements, as any intelligence I might have once possessed has seemed to have diminished—and any porential I may still have has been for the most part squandered; I am aware of my God-given gifts, talents, and abilities—but will always have to compare myself to those who were given the recourses and advantage of privilege—or those strong enough to overcome the adversities to become the product I see on the thousands of screens in all the places one goes in this country— because of my outstretched belly and natural features, I lack the sex appeal it would take to interest the masses by simply “being”; as a black woman, my existence is an expense, as the hair, nails, clothes, and shoes I must use as a tool to attract positive attention and respect from my outward appearance burns holes in the finances I struggle to keep stable—the truth is, my basis for material possession and financial gain comes from a flawed foundation—however. As I've been given the time to reflect on my upbringing, my background supports the failure I have not yet become, but am faced with becoming. When I awoke from my unconscious journey through the infinite at Audiotistic, it was from a place to horrible I could not bear for it to be—somewhere on skid row, shopping carts full of trash and miscreants—or, at least, other miscreants, wandering about. A dark place so cold, so dirty, so horrible that I willed myself out of the death-sleep I had somehow wandered into l, halfway between the malnutrition of a days-long fast and an overdose of something—and although I had at that point built a tolerance to LSD, something that night took me away—which was perfect, as ‘away' was all I wanted to be. I've been technically homeless since I left Alaska—I suspect that either my ex husband was paid to psychologically torment me, as once I had made it clear that I would be leaving to get my own apartment across town, there was no peace, no rest—and certainly no joy. However, since one of our final interactions just so happened to be the carving of the Eye of Ra onto the side of my face with my house key—that perhaps he wasn't paid by white supremacists, as earlier suspected, but that ancient prophecies themselves were becoming, through this process. What is this process? I still can't say. Once I began to voice my so-to-be political ambitions, things became strange—and while I will admit to a breakdown of sorts—what I came to learn about the mental health and justice systems we use in this country now shows me a clearer picture of the misogyny, racism, terrorism and we use as a power. By the time I made it to Gabby Petitio, I had developed such distrust for the American media that I could not believe any of what I was being showed to be anything more than theater—I felt like I was being talked to, or at least beckoned to realize everything that I was seeing in this picture, which appeared falsified at best. Because some of the best brainwashing I've ever witnessed took place in none other than Utah itself—but the curious case of Gabby Petito took the cake: all I saw were paid actors, improvising lines—and in the background, an unspoken message from The Eye of the Media itself: look what we can do. As a I read the comments, I realized that a mass majority of people could be swayed to be on one side of something, or another. People will argue endlessly about anything other than what really matters. Outwardly, if Gabby Petito was a real person, and not just someone I've painted in my mind as just another ploy, all I can offer is condolences to her parents—but I don't sense any existence of truth in what I could see. What I could see is, why the Caucasian woman is so highly cherished and regarded as ideal—that Gabby Petito could literally be anyone, anywhere and probably was—the “police footage” of her and her boyfriend, the man suspected of killing her, appeared to be on amphetamines or opioids. at least at one point—and the very petite, little white girl also appeared to show signs of what I know to be the beginning of a drug habit— how much money would it take to get two tweakers to disappear? The truth is, I don't care enough—by the time I was processing all this, I had decided not to say, do, or write anything about it, almost as a covenant—we'll just keep this a secret. But, as I again face homelessness, and homelessness, this time, I mean—actually, sleeping in my car, using the gym as a hygiene station and figuring out why it is I've been kept alive the numerous times I've tried to rid the world of the burden of my presence—I don't care about anything. At this time, it's hard to care about much else than hitting the gym, sleeping in a bed at night while I have the luxury, or spending time with my son—who is too young to understand his father's bad habits, limitations, and bad mental health. My ex husband knew that I was close to moving into my own two-bedroom apartment, in a nice complex on the other side of town, nearer to the job I hated, but nonetheless had kept, in addition to another just to be able to get away from him; he knew it would be nicer, cleaner, and overall better than the slummy, grimey place we'd been crammed into for the better part of a year—I planned to leave amicably—however, his pride, I believe, got in the way of my exit plan—it would probably be hard to watch someone improve themselves so drastically in the town you grew up in; it would allow the understanding of the small-minded people in the small-town setting to evaluate that it was in fact your shortcomings which caused the separation at all; Just as it has caused a considerable tension between myself and my “brother”, who is actually my step-brother, (and not even that, as my mother has chosen to stay married to my actual father) to be unable to consume the only thing he truly desires, as we share a “living space”, as of now. But this isn't home— while it is a blessing, a warm place to sleep for the time being, a place to keep my things, and spend time with my son— it isn't “home”. My first few weeks here were plagued with the lesson of living with a man who considers himself “single”—the traffic of women in and out of the house at random times, and for only one reason was a showing of cards in his true weakness. After I paid my rent, cash of course, I began coming “home” to less-than-savory visitors—now I have become dignified in the belief that men—but especially black men—possess such insecurities that they must deflect this emotional void of empathy, without understanding the karmic effects, by collecting these women. Perhaps impacted by too many negative events and people, I've come to view most rap music as residual ignorance—though compelling to watch, as the overall lesson I take is that women become objects the moment they subject themselves to competing for the attention and/or adoration of men who boast material wealth; however, as I've learned from Mr. Sonny Moore, material wealth will eventually attract the most “ideal” or desirable outcome? Could the Skrillex that worked at Terrible's have ever scored any attention from a woman like Kayla Lauren—? And once again. because I've become so jaded in this being, this woman is merely figure I believe to not exist at all, but rather put in place to continue to degrade my own self worth— not that I would have ever even thought to hold myself to such a standard that I may ever attract attention from anyone important myself, but I am however amused at myself for trying so hard in the beginning, perhaps especially because I do love Johnny Depp. But, more on that later. The state of music so adequately displays the wavelength at which young minds operate: sex, drugs, and rock and roll—only now it is easier to see the divide of money as a variable. A man does not have to be attractive to have all there is in the world, but wealthy. The world is full of ugly men with lots of money, trophy wives and a slew of others—prostitutes, or, on the higher end, escorts—and let's not forget the very special evil species of women, the home wreckers; women who cost nothing and everything. So where are we now? Another suicidal tangent—everything that's wrong with the world is what's wrong with me. So what's wrong with you? I like white men; I'm a sapiosexual—this limits my potential for a desirable relationship by almost any probability. Setting the bar at Skrillex, or Sonny, rather, everything pales in comparison—and, if I take all I have learned about the world in this time, not that all men are the same completely, but at least in one way certainly—the woman, or, mostly, women you choose represents your power as a man—insecurities are almost always reflected in the actions and choices people make, Whether or not Kayla Lauren and Sonny Moore are even still an item is beyond me—what I do know, is that the moment I became aware of it at all, I began to withdraw my bid for existence. There's nothing particularly special about Kayla Lauren at all—in fact, she's a cookie-cutter carbon-copy example of the most basic individual possible; a blank slate—perhaps this is why people in this condition typically choose to paint themselves with artwork—as tattoos, I have learned, are a sort of talisman — Again, more on that later. It was heartache to begin with, but the final blow was dealt in the automatic intervention which prompted the scrolling through Instagram as I discovered the turmoil I had been facing was all-for-nothing; Meet Kayla Lauren, a retired porn star—or, at least, by the looks of it. Many times along my path, and especially in California, I learned that the term “Fitness Model” was used by porn actresses, low end models, cam girls (before everybody was one) or anyone at all whose true careeer in some kind of sex work had to be concealed in some sort of way “I'm a fitness model” Oh yes, that explains the body modifications in addition to a usual athletic body type; the fake tits, fake lips, and overall fakeness one's presentation would illicit such a job title to be true “a fitness model” For Skrillex, who is not a person, but a project and a brand, this makes sense; however, for Sonny Moore, I would imagine, or rather can consciously gather that after all one would learn from the luck that granted him the freedom of fame, a genius of sorts would also be dapiosexual in nature—-that therefore Kayla Lauren, though dull to simply look at, were it not for the professional photography, photoshop, plastic surgery, and of course display of wealth that it actually takes to keep up such a lifestyle—must be some kind of special person in more than a way that she represents the beacon of everyone's ideal fucktoy. I find almost nothing interesting anymore, let alone entertaining—but the sense of respect, though without as much admiration that I have for Sonny himself at least allows me some room for reflection; although my affinity for being “fit” was truly born in the chaos and destruction of homelessness and poverty, the “push” to take my workout and fitness to extremes was met with the ghost of Kayla Lauren—not someone I believed to be actually better than me, but luckier. Because, had j been able, I would have taken the same path to perceivable “success” as she seemingly had; like any woman, I would have used my sexual attraction to ease my way through college, into the workforce, and out into the free world; Gazing into the evil-looking blue glare of Kayla Lauren's truly hazel eyes gave me insight on the physical pain and damage caused by my own upbringing— it answered questions that go without asking, such as; Would Kayla Lauren even notice the Skrillex that worked at Terribles? Now, as I take a moment to almost laugh at such a ridiculous notion, while Sonny Moore is almost definitely the most attractive person in the world to me , in a physical sense, this unasked and adamantly answered question brings us to two points— Without having acquired such wealth, the dominant traits of Sonny's true attractiveness—intelligence cast aside— would be hidden by the unhealthy stress of poverty, and more than likely some sort of addiction, perhaps even homelessness or another sort of dependence which are all direct results of poverty, at least in the American sense; his features and aura would be drown in the same burdens as mine do; And, The instagrammable lifestyle influencing “fitness model” may not even have to pump her own gas, but theoretically, perhaps, goes to terribles for an iced tea she can take a picture with—- does she find herself attracted to the 5'3, too-tired-to-talk but still eerily polite cashier, who, for the sake of this hypothetical, is identical to Skrillex—(who, again, isn't a ‘person') So,‘let's scratch each other's backs; [as we've learned] being anywhere near, connected to, working with, being mentioned by or attracting the attention of Skrillex boosts ones social status, or status at all, considerably— In my experience, even listening to or playing the music which has resulted from this project, as a byproduct of the actual person, will change the vibration of the immediate space, or, as the music itself emits certain frequencies layered and sequenced in such a way that it may shift the listener's consciousness. But, on the subject of the person himself, Who has of course by now learned to maneuver and function as both the human person Sonny Moore and also exist as Skrillex, a worldwide phenomenon—all evidence supports that anyone who is able to surround themselves in or even around the inner circle, aka OWSLA will, as a result of Sonny's fame, or the legacy of Skrillex itself will inevitably become more popular; people, including myself, have a tendency to want to know about the world this man lives in or the life he leads in whatever way possible; coughs, Marilyn hue, softest hard, and now even Kayla Lauren can all be assumed to possess a superiority of some sort—as I've said before aloud, but perhaps not In written form as of yet, the company you keep is indicative of your own true nature. “When someone shows you who they are, believe them.” -MA NIGGA. What. DID YOU WRITE A BOOK— In your DEATH SLEEP? X . x maybe I did? Oh my god . What are you doing? I don't know? I guess I'm like retarded? What. Like a really special kind of like—? I don't know. I don't know. What's wrong with me. That's a chapter heading. What's Wrong With Me . / ? Everything. Oh fuck. This doesn't taste like reeces! This doesn't taste like anything. What is this? It's sugar free. What's the point of sugar free candy! What's the point of music-free music? Hey, watch it. Hey, watch yourself — I TOLD YOU! IM FROM HERE! WHAT THE FUCK CHAK CHEL. Ah, you see!! Fuck you, lady— Fahk you. Now, Oh, my God. —where's Dillon Francis?! WHAT THE FUCK—how should I know?! You should know! Well, I don't. What the fuck. — I don't get it. — I'm just a kid in the crowd And you're just a guy on the stage Don't like to play lost and found Got to start acting my age I like the music up loud Writing my book, turn the page One day, I'm making my sound But tonight, I'm just a kid in the crowd — People think I'm Cuban Cause I'm black and I speak Spanish; But I'm an American who kinda had to vanish I end up in Mexico I thought I'd learn the language But back home I never go—Alaska is for penguins — The Dillon Francis from the Sunni Blu timeline crosses dimensions into The Legend of SupaCree DILLON FRANCIS ...Sunni—?! SUPACREE Uh… C'ESMET (to CC) Don't say anything. CHAK CHEL (to Either) Just act natural. [They both stand in ultimate awkwardness.] CHAK CHEL Not that natural. —- Elbows off the table! Ugh. My bad. Take smaller bites! Okay, alright! Cross your legs! I hate this. What do you think this is?! Uh—fucking breakfast— Wrong as always— Of course I am— —yes you are—because it's BRUNCH. — JESUS AND ALL THE CHRIST! All of them?! The Jesus Convention Oh Lord. (Literally) Well, here it goes. — No, no, no—Wait—go back to Dillon Francis— Which Dillon Francis. This one. So I guess, when you have a nice body, it changes the way your face looks to a man? Like/-it just makes it…better Van Life— Spotify Mitchell Heritage @heritage_travels Hmm. Blue eyes Blue Eyes Tell Lies You really think he does music? I mean, hey. Doesn't really matter. Don't do this. I didn't— She's...easily distracted. [supacree explores her surroundings] Huh. Oh shit, it's syndicated? C'esme't, after giving half her heart to Petrutheio, is then ‘betrayed', when he is caught giving some of it away—afraid of the other half breaking completely, she places it into a chest, locked away for safe keeping; Gían, after becoming aware of this, then steals the other half, in a desperate attempt to dissuade her from her foretold fate Go easy, shit! I'm now a size 4–and that's with the excess skin around my midriff that plagues me. You're not cursed! It's a curse! That's...fucking disgusting. “It's not that bad.” I hate this. This is a size 4?! It's size 4. Well, okay. Then she's gotta be a double zero! Why does that matter? It doesn't. It obviously does. Of course it does!

Enter The Multiverse Enter Through The Exit V Assisted suicide should be mandatory—like, isn't the world over populated anyway? Aren't we running out of resources, or something? I forget: what are we at war for? Fuck this place. After a certain amount of shitty things, you should just be able to go into a hospital and say “Hey, fuck this. Just kill me.” And with no questions asked, they should be able to administer a lethal dose of something good enough l—maybe not to get you all the way home, but at least get your started on your way. Death is a long journey. It's a long walk; and you know what? You don't have any feet. No. In fact, you have to start all over from literally nothing. By the time you ever remember what feet are, or that you had them—by the time you remember all that you did before you pass, and get to the ‘remorse' part—thinking about all the things you missed and didn't do—all the wishes you made before that didn't have time to come true—you do get home. And guess what. You're not done. You finally get to God, and God says ‘go back' And depending on how far you even got, that might just mean you have to go all the way back to the start. Oh—like, the beginning. Not “birth” no. Think more “The Big Bang” And you think that's crazy; that's just a reference point, really. When I say “start all over”, I really mean start at One; don't let anybody tell you the first thing that ever happened was The Big Bang—in reality, all that was was the last thing that ever happened, somewhere else. Life is long, but humans are stupid. We've lost our sense of magic and all our logic at once. Now the whole world is a grey area; a blurred line— Survival has become for nothing more than to just ‘get through the day' If earnest hemmingway was able to sense that he was being watched and followed, long before the organizations that had taken interest in him would ever admit to observing him, or release any information about it at all— do you know what that means? Certain things will take place secretly or behind the scenes for years before there's anyone to say or do something about the truth coming out; I myself like the secretive nature of certain things—some things simply don't need to be said, and if said wouldn't be believed either way. Maybe this is the most important lesson I've learned in my journey with Skrillex. What goes up, must come down—I never really asked for an exploration of the social classes via psychological excavation of my own innerworkings; my shift of consciousness has been manufactured and forced, only to come to find “I Am” as the external force for anything that happens. My theory up to now is that, at a certain point, I must have had both the potential and intelligence it would take be be the revolutionary force which needs to take place in order for our country and species as a whole to survive—perhaps my trump-era outburst of panic and despair set in motion all of the events and happenings leading up to The Skrillex Incident; I no longer have any evidence which would compel me to believe in either coincidences, or paranoia. Some of my most ‘prolific' writing has from from being faced with the obstacle of realization that, at least so far—life just isn't fair. Although, now knowing what I know about Fame, nothing comes without a cost—whether monetary or otherwise paid. I can pass no judgements, as any intelligence I might have once possessed has seemed to have diminished—and any porential I may still have has been for the most part squandered; I am aware of my God-given gifts, talents, and abilities—but will always have to compare myself to those who were given the recourses and advantage of privilege—or those strong enough to overcome the adversities to become the product I see on the thousands of screens in all the places one goes in this country— because of my outstretched belly and natural features, I lack the sex appeal it would take to interest the masses by simply “being”; as a black woman, my existence is an expense, as the hair, nails, clothes, and shoes I must use as a tool to attract positive attention and respect from my outward appearance burns holes in the finances I struggle to keep stable—the truth is, my basis for material possession and financial gain comes from a flawed foundation—however. As I've been given the time to reflect on my upbringing, my background supports the failure I have not yet become, but am faced with becoming. When I awoke from my unconscious journey through the infinite at Audiotistic, it was from a place to horrible I could not bear for it to be—somewhere on skid row, shopping carts full of trash and miscreants—or, at least, other miscreants, wandering about. A dark place so cold, so dirty, so horrible that I willed myself out of the death-sleep I had somehow wandered into l, halfway between the malnutrition of a days-long fast and an overdose of something—and although I had at that point built a tolerance to LSD, something that night took me away—which was perfect, as ‘away' was all I wanted to be. I've been technically homeless since I left Alaska—I suspect that either my ex husband was paid to psychologically torment me, as once I had made it clear that I would be leaving to get my own apartment across town, there was no peace, no rest—and certainly no joy. However, since one of our final interactions just so happened to be the carving of the Eye of Ra onto the side of my face with my house key—that perhaps he wasn't paid by white supremacists, as earlier suspected, but that ancient prophecies themselves were becoming, through this process. What is this process? I still can't say. Once I began to voice my so-to-be political ambitions, things became strange—and while I will admit to a breakdown of sorts—what I came to learn about the mental health and justice systems we use in this country now shows me a clearer picture of the misogyny, racism, terrorism and we use as a power. By the time I made it to Gabby Petitio, I had developed such distrust for the American media that I could not believe any of what I was being showed to be anything more than theater—I felt like I was being talked to, or at least beckoned to realize everything that I was seeing in this picture, which appeared falsified at best. Because some of the best brainwashing I've ever witnessed took place in none other than Utah itself—but the curious case of Gabby Petito took the cake: all I saw were paid actors, improvising lines—and in the background, an unspoken message from The Eye of the Media itself: look what we can do. As a I read the comments, I realized that a mass majority of people could be swayed to be on one side of something, or another. People will argue endlessly about anything other than what really matters. Outwardly, if Gabby Petito was a real person, and not just someone I've painted in my mind as just another ploy, all I can offer is condolences to her parents—but I don't sense any existence of truth in what I could see. What I could see is, why the Caucasian woman is so highly cherished and regarded as ideal—that Gabby Petito could literally be anyone, anywhere and probably was—the “police footage” of her and her boyfriend, the man suspected of killing her, appeared to be on amphetamines or opioids. at least at one point—and the very petite, little white girl also appeared to show signs of what I know to be the beginning of a drug habit— how much money would it take to get two tweakers to disappear? The truth is, I don't care enough—by the time I was processing all this, I had decided not to say, do, or write anything about it, almost as a covenant—we'll just keep this a secret. But, as I again face homelessness, and homelessness, this time, I mean—actually, sleeping in my car, using the gym as a hygiene station and figuring out why it is I've been kept alive the numerous times I've tried to rid the world of the burden of my presence—I don't care about anything. At this time, it's hard to care about much else than hitting the gym, sleeping in a bed at night while I have the luxury, or spending time with my son—who is too young to understand his father's bad habits, limitations, and bad mental health. My ex husband knew that I was close to moving into my own two-bedroom apartment, in a nice complex on the other side of town, nearer to the job I hated, but nonetheless had kept, in addition to another just to be able to get away from him; he knew it would be nicer, cleaner, and overall better than the slummy, grimey place we'd been crammed into for the better part of a year—I planned to leave amicably—however, his pride, I believe, got in the way of my exit plan—it would probably be hard to watch someone improve themselves so drastically in the town you grew up in; it would allow the understanding of the small-minded people in the small-town setting to evaluate that it was in fact your shortcomings which caused the separation at all; Just as it has caused a considerable tension between myself and my “brother”, who is actually my step-brother, (and not even that, as my mother has chosen to stay married to my actual father) to be unable to consume the only thing he truly desires, as we share a “living space”, as of now. But this isn't home— while it is a blessing, a warm place to sleep for the time being, a place to keep my things, and spend time with my son— it isn't “home”. My first few weeks here were plagued with the lesson of living with a man who considers himself “single”—the traffic of women in and out of the house at random times, and for only one reason was a showing of cards in his true weakness. After I paid my rent, cash of course, I began coming “home” to less-than-savory visitors—now I have become dignified in the belief that men—but especially black men—possess such insecurities that they must deflect this emotional void of empathy, without understanding the karmic effects, by collecting these women. Perhaps impacted by too many negative events and people, I've come to view most rap music as residual ignorance—though compelling to watch, as the overall lesson I take is that women become objects the moment they subject themselves to competing for the attention and/or adoration of men who boast material wealth; however, as I've learned from Mr. Sonny Moore, material wealth will eventually attract the most “ideal” or desirable outcome? Could the Skrillex that worked at Terrible's have ever scored any attention from a woman like Kayla Lauren—? And once again. because I've become so jaded in this being, this woman is merely figure I believe to not exist at all, but rather put in place to continue to degrade my own self worth— not that I would have ever even thought to hold myself to such a standard that I may ever attract attention from anyone important myself, but I am however amused at myself for trying so hard in the beginning, perhaps especially because I do love Johnny Depp. But, more on that later. The state of music so adequately displays the wavelength at which young minds operate: sex, drugs, and rock and roll—only now it is easier to see the divide of money as a variable. A man does not have to be attractive to have all there is in the world, but wealthy. The world is full of ugly men with lots of money, trophy wives and a slew of others—prostitutes, or, on the higher end, escorts—and let's not forget the very special evil species of women, the home wreckers; women who cost nothing and everything. So where are we now? Another suicidal tangent—everything that's wrong with the world is what's wrong with me. So what's wrong with you? I like white men; I'm a sapiosexual—this limits my potential for a desirable relationship by almost any probability. Setting the bar at Skrillex, or Sonny, rather, everything pales in comparison—and, if I take all I have learned about the world in this time, not that all men are the same completely, but at least in one way certainly—the woman, or, mostly, women you choose represents your power as a man—insecurities are almost always reflected in the actions and choices people make, Whether or not Kayla Lauren and Sonny Moore are even still an item is beyond me—what I do know, is that the moment I became aware of it at all, I began to withdraw my bid for existence. There's nothing particularly special about Kayla Lauren at all—in fact, she's a cookie-cutter carbon-copy example of the most basic individual possible; a blank slate—perhaps this is why people in this condition typically choose to paint themselves with artwork—as tattoos, I have learned, are a sort of talisman — Again, more on that later. It was heartache to begin with, but the final blow was dealt in the automatic intervention which prompted the scrolling through Instagram as I discovered the turmoil I had been facing was all-for-nothing; Meet Kayla Lauren, a retired porn star—or, at least, by the looks of it. Many times along my path, and especially in California, I learned that the term “Fitness Model” was used by porn actresses, low end models, cam girls (before everybody was one) or anyone at all whose true careeer in some kind of sex work had to be concealed in some sort of way “I'm a fitness model” Oh yes, that explains the body modifications in addition to a usual athletic body type; the fake tits, fake lips, and overall fakeness one's presentation would illicit such a job title to be true “a fitness model” For Skrillex, who is not a person, but a project and a brand, this makes sense; however, for Sonny Moore, I would imagine, or rather can consciously gather that after all one would learn from the luck that granted him the freedom of fame, a genius of sorts would also be dapiosexual in nature—-that therefore Kayla Lauren, though dull to simply look at, were it not for the professional photography, photoshop, plastic surgery, and of course display of wealth that it actually takes to keep up such a lifestyle—must be some kind of special person in more than a way that she represents the beacon of everyone's ideal fucktoy. I find almost nothing interesting anymore, let alone entertaining—but the sense of respect, though without as much admiration that I have for Sonny himself at least allows me some room for reflection; although my affinity for being “fit” was truly born in the chaos and destruction of homelessness and poverty, the “push” to take my workout and fitness to extremes was met with the ghost of Kayla Lauren—not someone I believed to be actually better than me, but luckier. Because, had j been able, I would have taken the same path to perceivable “success” as she seemingly had; like any woman, I would have used my sexual attraction to ease my way through college, into the workforce, and out into the free world; Gazing into the evil-looking blue glare of Kayla Lauren's truly hazel eyes gave me insight on the physical pain and damage caused by my own upbringing— it answered questions that go without asking, such as; Would Kayla Lauren even notice the Skrillex that worked at Terribles? Now, as I take a moment to almost laugh at such a ridiculous notion, while Sonny Moore is almost definitely the most attractive person in the world to me , in a physical sense, this unasked and adamantly answered question brings us to two points— Without having acquired such wealth, the dominant traits of Sonny's true attractiveness—intelligence cast aside— would be hidden by the unhealthy stress of poverty, and more than likely some sort of addiction, perhaps even homelessness or another sort of dependence which are all direct results of poverty, at least in the American sense; his features and aura would be drown in the same burdens as mine do; And, The instagrammable lifestyle influencing “fitness model” may not even have to pump her own gas, but theoretically, perhaps, goes to terribles for an iced tea she can take a picture with—- does she find herself attracted to the 5'3, too-tired-to-talk but still eerily polite cashier, who, for the sake of this hypothetical, is identical to Skrillex—(who, again, isn't a ‘person') So,‘let's scratch each other's backs; [as we've learned] being anywhere near, connected to, working with, being mentioned by or attracting the attention of Skrillex boosts ones social status, or status at all, considerably— In my experience, even listening to or playing the music which has resulted from this project, as a byproduct of the actual person, will change the vibration of the immediate space, or, as the music itself emits certain frequencies layered and sequenced in such a way that it may shift the listener's consciousness. But, on the subject of the person himself, Who has of course by now learned to maneuver and function as both the human person Sonny Moore and also exist as Skrillex, a worldwide phenomenon—all evidence supports that anyone who is able to surround themselves in or even around the inner circle, aka OWSLA will, as a result of Sonny's fame, or the legacy of Skrillex itself will inevitably become more popular; people, including myself, have a tendency to want to know about the world this man lives in or the life he leads in whatever way possible; coughs, Marilyn hue, softest hard, and now even Kayla Lauren can all be assumed to possess a superiority of some sort—as I've said before aloud, but perhaps not In written form as of yet, the company you keep is indicative of your own true nature. “When someone shows you who they are, believe them.” -MA NIGGA. What. DID YOU WRITE A BOOK— In your DEATH SLEEP? X . x maybe I did? Oh my god . What are you doing? I don't know? I guess I'm like retarded? What. Like a really special kind of like—? I don't know. I don't know. What's wrong with me. That's a chapter heading. What's Wrong With Me . / ? Everything. Oh fuck. This doesn't taste like reeces! This doesn't taste like anything. What is this? It's sugar free. What's the point of sugar free candy! What's the point of music-free music? Hey, watch it. Hey, watch yourself — I TOLD YOU! IM FROM HERE! WHAT THE FUCK CHAK CHEL. Ah, you see!! Fuck you, lady— Fahk you. Now, Oh, my God. —where's Dillon Francis?! WHAT THE FUCK—how should I know?! You should know! Well, I don't. What the fuck. — I don't get it. — I'm just a kid in the crowd And you're just a guy on the stage Don't like to play lost and found Got to start acting my age I like the music up loud Writing my book, turn the page One day, I'm making my sound But tonight, I'm just a kid in the crowd — People think I'm Cuban Cause I'm black and I speak Spanish; But I'm an American who kinda had to vanish I end up in Mexico I thought I'd learn the language But back home I never go—Alaska is for penguins — The Dillon Francis from the Sunni Blu timeline crosses dimensions into The Legend of SupaCree DILLON FRANCIS ...Sunni—?! SUPACREE Uh… C'ESMET (to CC) Don't say anything. CHAK CHEL (to Either) Just act natural. [They both stand in ultimate awkwardness.] CHAK CHEL Not that natural. —- Elbows off the table! Ugh. My bad. Take smaller bites! Okay, alright! Cross your legs! I hate this. What do you think this is?! Uh—fucking breakfast— Wrong as always— Of course I am— —yes you are—because it's BRUNCH. — JESUS AND ALL THE CHRIST! All of them?! The Jesus Convention Oh Lord. (Literally) Well, here it goes. — No, no, no—Wait—go back to Dillon Francis— Which Dillon Francis. This one. So I guess, when you have a nice body, it changes the way your face looks to a man? Like/-it just makes it…better Van Life— Spotify Mitchell Heritage @heritage_travels Hmm. Blue eyes Blue Eyes Tell Lies You really think he does music? I mean, hey. Doesn't really matter. Don't do this. I didn't— She's...easily distracted. [supacree explores her surroundings] Huh. Oh shit, it's syndicated? C'esme't, after giving half her heart to Petrutheio, is then ‘betrayed', when he is caught giving some of it away—afraid of the other half breaking completely, she places it into a chest, locked away for safe keeping; Gían, after becoming aware of this, then steals the other half, in a desperate attempt to dissuade her from her foretold fate Go easy, shit! I'm now a size 4–and that's with the excess skin around my midriff that plagues me. You're not cursed! It's a curse! That's...fucking disgusting. “It's not that bad.” I hate this. This is a size 4?! It's size 4. Well, okay. Then she's gotta be a double zero! Why does that matter? It doesn't. It obviously does. Of course it does!

What's up What's up Bitchessss!! This weeks episode theme seems to be JEALOUSY!!! Tons of breakups have happened in the Bachelor franchise lately, we fill you in on who has split & our thoughts on the relationships working out in general! If you aren't aware, Denise Richards joined OnlyFans 3 days after her 18 year old daughter? Hey @Charlie Sheen if you thought having your daughter on the website was bad, what do you think now that your ex wife joined too? If you haven't heard the news about Gabby Petitio, we fill you in at the end of the episode and give our thoughts on making movies exploiting tragedies. Thanks for listening along with us, subscribing and sharing with your friends! We love you all, and stay connected with us by following us on all platforms! Stay tuned for future episodes P.U. fam, we have a special reality tv show guest that we've talked about on the Pod before!!! Any guesses who???? --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/positivelyuncensored/message

Justin is here! Heather and Justin discuss Dave Chappelle's unfortunate attack at the Hollywood Bowl Tuesday night. Blac Chyna's mom, Tokyo Toni started a GoFundMe for Chyna to help her pay her lawyers. Kim Kardashian reveals how she fit in Marilyn Monroe's dress in order to wear it to the Met Gala. Post Malone is having a baby! Ireland Baldwin reveals on TikTok the worst things ex-boyfriends have said to her, they are pretty horrific. Amber Heard has finally taken the stand. Gabby Petitio's parents are suing Brian Laundries' parents for $30k. James Cordon is leaving his late-night show. The Real Housewives of New Jersey reunion premiered Tuesday and the Real Housewives Ultimate Girls Trip trailer dropped! And more! Enjoy!Get extra juice on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/juicyscoophttps://heathermcdonald.net/Support our sponsors:seizethenightandday.comhttps://nutrafol.com use promo code JUICY for $15 offhttps://www.ziprecruiter.com/juicyhttps://sleepnumber.com/JUICYhttps://www.betterhelp.com/HEATHER

Laci Peterson, Suzanne Morphew, Gabby Petitio, Jennifer Dulos these are all names that we unfortunately only know because they vanished mysteriously, and under very suspicious circumstances. In all of these cases, the world held its breath and watched, hungry for every breaking news story and piece of newly uncovered evidence, hoping for the best but expecting the worst. The disappearance of 34 year old Sherri Papini was no different. Her name and face could be seen on every major newspaper and news network after she vanished on November 2nd, 2016. But unlike these other women, Sherri Papini made it home, worse for wear, but alive and able to return to the loving embrace of her husband and their two young children. Another difference between Sherri Papini and someone like Laci Peterson, or Gabby Petitio, is that it now appears that she was never missing at all, and last month, in March of 2022, Sherri was arrested and charged with faking her own kidnapping. We can all acknowledge that if this is true, Sherri did a horrible thing. Not only did her plan cost the public hundreds and thousands of dollars, but it may cast a darker filter over any women who genuinely do go missing in the future. But what led up to her decision to do this, and why did she do this? Those are some of the questions we will be exploring during our breakdown of this case.  Become a Patreon member -- > https://www.patreon.com/CrimeWeekly Shop for your Crime Weekly gear here --> https://crimeweeklypodcast.com/shop Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/c/CrimeWeeklyPodcast Website: CrimeWeeklyPodcast.com Instagram: @CrimeWeeklyPod Twitter: @CrimeWeeklyPod Facebook: @CrimeWeeklyPod

Laci Peterson, Suzanne Morphew, Gabby Petitio, Jennifer Dulos these are all names that we unfortunately only know because they vanished mysteriously, and under very suspicious circumstances. In all of these cases, the world held its breath and watched, hungry for every breaking news story and piece of newly uncovered evidence, hoping for the best but expecting the worst. The disappearance of 34 year old Sherri Papini was no different. Her name and face could be seen on every major newspaper and news network after she vanished on November 2nd, 2016. But unlike these other women, Sherri Papini made it home, worse for wear, but alive and able to return to the loving embrace of her husband and their two young children. Another difference between Sherri Papini and someone like Laci Peterson, or Gabby Petitio, is that it now appears that she was never missing at all, and last month, in March of 2022, Sherri was arrested and charged with faking her own kidnapping. We can all acknowledge that if this is true, Sherri did a horrible thing. Not only did her plan cost the public hundreds and thousands of dollars, but it may cast a darker filter over any women who genuinely do go missing in the future. But what led up to her decision to do this, and why did she do this? Those are some of the questions we will be exploring during our breakdown of this case.  Become a Patreon member -- > https://www.patreon.com/CrimeWeekly Shop for your Crime Weekly gear here --> https://crimeweeklypodcast.com/shop Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/c/CrimeWeeklyPodcast Website: CrimeWeeklyPodcast.com Instagram: @CrimeWeeklyPod Twitter: @CrimeWeeklyPod Facebook: @CrimeWeeklyPod

Thanks to the FBI, we finally know what is in the notebook!

**TRIGGER WARNING** -- abuse, domestic abuse With more and more stories coming out about women who are in abuse situations like Gabby Petitio and are afraid to leave, I wanted to bring the story one famous Miss America, Carolyn Sapp to light. Crowned Miss America 1992, she was a ball of fire the night she won and although her free-spiritness rubbed some of the Miss America staff the wrong way initially, she was prospering in her life and the cameras were drawn to her. She held three local titles in Hawaii previously and was a well-known local celebrity prior to winning in Atlantic City. Her fame led her to meet her a love interest during a charity event. In the next two years, they were engaged then separated after an unnerving career change in her then-fiance led him to spiral out of control. Hear how Carolyn became not only an literal overnight victim of the press when her past resurfaced, but how she handled herself in face of controversy and took on the media head first. click here if you know or are someone who needs help leaving a relationship Hope Carolyn's story helps to inspire others out there. ------------------------------------------------- Have you heard the news? Pageants & Prosecco was named on of the Top 15 Beauty Pageant Podcasts of 2020!! Congratulations to the entire team and to our hundreds of listeners for supporting P&P! Cheers!! NOW HIRING!! Come sip along with Bee and join the Pageants & Prosecco team. We are looking for a Talent Relations Intern. College Credit available. Click here to stay up-to-date on the latest episodes by following Pageants & Prosecco on Instagram & Twitter. Follow our new sponsor BeeHoldHer 5D Mink Eyelashes on Instagram for launch dates - coming soon to the Pageants & Prosecco website. www.PageantsAndProsecco.com #beautypageants #missusa #missuniverse --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/pageantsandprosecco/support

Gabby Petitio saken har engasjert en hel verden etter at Gabby ble meldt savnet av Foreldrene i September i år etter at kjæresten hennes Brian kom hjem fra ferien uten henne.Hun senere ble funnet drept, i mellomtiden jaktet politiet, The Dog og andre etterforskere etter Gabby Sin kjæreste Brian som hadde rømt fra hjemmet til sine foreldre, før også han ble funnet død i det som antas å være selvmord. Hvis du liker Krimprat med Lise og Fiona så Lik, del, Review og følg oss på din podcast app og Følg oss gjerne på Facebook og instagram for enda mere True crime og diskusjoner rundt saker. Vi har egen gruppe på Facebook - Krimprat med Lise og FionaTusen Takk til alle som lytter

Shop for your Crime Weekly gear here --> https://crimeweeklypodcast.com/shop 22 year old Gabrielle Venora Petito grew up in Blue Point, NY and it was during her time at Bayport-Blue Point High School that she encountered two factors that would change her life forever. She caught the travel bug, and began going on adventures and seeing new places, and she met Brian Laundrie, a classmate who would become her boyfriend, then her fiance before becoming the last person to see her alive. In 2019, Gabby and Brian began traveling together, and Gabbi documented their adventures on her social media platforms. The young couple went to California, North Carolina, Texas, and they did this all in a little Nissan Sentra. But Gabby and Brian enjoyed their travels so much, they wanted to do more, and so they converted a 2012 Ford Transit van into a camper, and with their excitement at new beginnings and a simpler lifestyle, the pair threw themselves into the van life community wholeheartedly. But something went wrong in the Summer of 2021, and Gabby Petito never came back home after a cross country trip with her fiance Brian. Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/c/CrimeWeeklyPodcast Website: CrimeWeeklyPodcast.com Instagram: @CrimeWeeklyPod Twitter: @CrimeWeeklyPod Facebook: @CrimeWeeklyPod

Welcome back Demons! Hope you all had a great week since we last spoke. We officially had our mercy drop this past week and we update you on that. This episode we have some honest conversations that small business owners go through whether they voice it or not. We touch on elon Musk on pace to be the worlds first Trillionaire, how crypto is the inevitable future, and updates on the Gabby Petitio case. As always thank you for tuning in, please if you can comment like and subscribe. all love, nothing less - HD Boys --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/hvnsdmns/message

Quick update: Kylen and Crystal seem to have been misgendered throughout this full episode. During further research, we discovered that they seem to have preferred "they/them/theirs" pronouns. We sincerely apologize for not doing our full due-diligence to respect their pronouns.That being said, today we're diving into a case that is still ongoing and seems to be turning cold quickly. In the midst of the tragic and senseless murder of Gabby Petitio, we have another double homicide of two equally amazing human beings, Kylen and Crystal. We hope that we can help bring them justice, and at the very least get more of a spotlight on them. (Also, we apologize about the trash audio. Again. But we just purchased a new mic for Sam, so please don't write us off quite yet! We love you guys and your patience!)  Again, if you know anything about this case, please reach out to Grand County Sheriff's Office at 435-259-8115. If you would like to help support Crystal's mother, Beverly, with travel expenses and bringing her daughter home, you can find her GoFundMe at:https://ca.gofundme.com/f/Crystal-Turner-needs-Justice-for-her-deathAnd the GoFundMe for Sean to help with funding the search for their killer and paying to keep his boots on the ground is at:https://www.gofundme.com/f/kylen-schulte?utm_campaign=p_nacp+share-sheet&utm_medium=copy_link&utm_source=customerThe facebook page to help bring justice to Crystal and Kylen that will  allow you guys  to join in the conversation and not let these beautiful humans be forgotten is:https://www.facebook.com/Who-Killed-Kylen-Schulte-and-Crystal-Turner-105130101945057/Support the show (https://www.patreon.com/crimeandcryptids)

The Millennials reunite for a brand new episode of 'Millennial Talks' The Crew Are Discussing Dave Chapelle, Gabby Petitio, R-Kelly as well as MillennialCON. Stream Exclusively at MillennialTalk,us

The Brewmance brings people together for well-crafted conversations over a drink or two. This week Mike Russell and Rob Hunter try something new. Huss Brewing's Arizona Ranch Water. It's not a beer. It's technically a seltzer. Yup. Mike has resisted. Until now. Join us to find out what he thinks. Mike & Rob also discuss with you an article saying American's should lower our expectations. The Brewmance takes issue with that. They'll explain why. They also discuss Dave Chappelle's new comedy special and how people are so upset about it. Should they be? And missing white girl syndrome and how the Gabby Petitio, Brian Laundrie case caught Mike's attention. Join in! Cheers.

Today Kate and I discuss the disappearance of 1.5 year old Nima Carter. Nima disappeared Halloween Night 1977 and was found one month later. We discuss how we think it is connected to another kidnapping/death as well as updates on the case of Gabby Petitio and how ethnicity effects how well a case is investigated. So come on in, have a seat and squirrel off with us! --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/hotmesswitchyexpress/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/hotmesswitchyexpress/support

JUST HEADLINES - October 22nd 2021 Hosted by Kimberly DiPersia Did anyone protested outside of Netflix actually watch Dave Chappelle's Special? Breaking down the headlines from the major right and left leaning news source on the day. Gabby Petitio (5 Headlines) Censorship (4 Headlines) Wuhan Lab Theory (3 Headlines) Elections (3 Headlines) Vaccine Mandates (3 Headlines) Inflation/Jobs/Shortages (3 Headlines) COVID (3 Headlines) California (3 Headlines) Joe Biden (3 Headlines) World War 3 (2 Headlines) January 6th (2 Headlines) Dune (2 Headlines) Facebook (2 Headlines) Sexual Assault (2 Headlines) Critical Race Theory Bathrooms Black Lives Matter Supreme Court Joe Manchin Afghanistan Sinema People vs. Military Freedom Donald Trump Kidnapping Watch Full Uncensored Episodes Only On ENV Youtube Rumble --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/nonewsisnews/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/nonewsisnews/support

Tom Ackerman, Michael Kelley, and Amy Marxkors discuss: the remains of a body found believed to be the boyfriend of Gabby Petitio, Brian Laundrie; a name change for Facebook; the McCloskeys not paying their water bill; and most importantly, pumpkin spice cheerios.  See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Miya Marcano, a 19 year old student at Valencia College, was found dead October 2nd in Orlando, FL. A case that didn't get nearly as much media attention as Gabby Petitio's, although both had tragic endings. Join me this week as we discuss missing white women syndrome, how society has normalized sexual harassment and sexual assault, and how we as women can support those who have been through a situation like this. • https://www.rainn.org • https://miyamarcanofdn.com --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/suspectpodcast/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/suspectpodcast/support

In this episode, Morgan and Alec talk about the new findings in the Gabby Petitio story, why going to space is dumb, and how to make friends in all stages of life.   00:00 - 01:00 Intro  01:00 - 05:00 Gabby Petito Case  05:00 - 06:34 Kim K hosts SNL  06:35 - 08:15 William Shatner to space  08:15 - 21:30 Going to space is dumb  21:30 - 01:00:30 How to make friends  01:00:30 - 01:14:00 Q&A   Social Media  Instagram - https://instagram.com/reel.dudes/  Tiktok -  https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMeVjNbKC/  Spotify - https://open.spotify.com/show/1MKiZoxoKfe7KXKK0nPXIE?si=cVhI6NjFRPmdC4Tx5AE_wA&dl_branch=1  apple podcast - https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/reel-dudes-radio/id1543104237  For business inquiries: reeldudespod@gmail.com

We recap episode four of Survivor and then discuss Gabby Petitio, the commercialization of space travel, and the influence and power of social media

Presented by Squeaky Clean LLC & Devoños Sunglasses. Special interview with former Las Vegas Coach. Topix include: Gruden, Mauritius, and Gabby Petitio. Follow us @SWAMPASSUSA . Download our Madden 22 share draft roster searching SWAMPAUSA. Week 6 is here. Riley beat Dale 8-7-1 (38-39-3) to 7-8-1 (37-40-3) . Riley is up 3-2 on the season, but the season is as young as the age of consent laws is Mauritius. Best were made on FanDuel on 10/12.TB @ PHI - Riley & Dale = PHI +7MIA @ JAX (LON) - Riley = JAX +3.5 , Dale = MIA -3.5 (KABUL SPECIAL)HOU @ IND - Riley & Dale = HOU +9.5 (STAY AWAY)GB @ CHI - Riley & Dale = GB -4.5 (LOCK OF THE WEEK)KC @ WAS - Riley = WAS +6.5 , Dale = KC -6.5MIN @ CAR - Riley & Dale = MIN +1.5LAC @ BAL - Riley = LAC +3 , Dale = BAL -3 (GAME OF THE WEEK)CIN @ DET - Riley = DET +3, Dale = CIN -3 (STAY AWAY)LAR @ NYG - Riley = LAR -10.5, Dale = NYG +10.5ARI @ CLE - Riley = ARI +3, Dale = CLE -3LV @ DEN - Riley = LV +3.5, Dale + DEN -3.5 (STAY AWAY)DAL @ NE - Riley = DAL -4, Dale = NE +4SEA @ PIT - Riley = SEA +4.5 , Dale = PIT -4.5BUF @ TEN - Riley & Dale = TEN +4.5HOMER PICKSRiley = GB 20 CHI 10Dale = TB 35 PHI 24TIEBREAKER = Chris Godwin O/U 66.5 REC YDSRiley = U , Dale = O Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Texas Gov. Abbott issues executive order banning Covid vaccine mandates, Gabby Petitio's cause of death was strangulation, coroner says, and California firefighters battling explosive Alisal fire.

Dozens of vulnerable premature babies and newborns in Melbourne have been exposed to COVID, after an unknowingly infected parent visited a neo-natal intensive care ward; for the very first time, an Australian-made rover will be launched into space to collect samples from the moon after the Federal Government struck a deal with NASA; the final autopsy into the murder of American travel blogger Gabby Petitio reveals she was strangled. Presented by Jodie Speers. More news across the day on 7NEWS.com.au and 7Plus. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Dozens of vulnerable premature babies and newborns in Melbourne have been exposed to COVID, after an unknowingly infected parent visited a neo-natal intensive care ward; for the very first time, an Australian-made rover will be launched into space to collect samples from the moon after the Federal Government struck a deal with NASA; the final autopsy into the murder of American travel blogger Gabby Petitio reveals she was strangled. Presented by Jodie Speers. More news across the day on 7NEWS.com.au and 7Plus. See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

Gawndy Reveals Upcoming GROSS Surgery | PODCAST On Today's Show: Gawndy reveals what he is having removed in an upcoming surgery and we guess what our listeners have had removed. We sell another outrages item on Going Going Gawned. Patricia Griffith, owner of Websleuths joins us for an interesting chat about the Gabby Petitio case, plus Gawndy and Maz struggle to agree on Get Off The Fence. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

We give our thoughts and theories on the ongoing Gabby Petitio case, the Missing White Woman Syndrome, and Border Patrol. 

I mentioned in yesterday's podcast he could be in the Carolinas. Sure enough... Hidden in plain view. Salt Lake City?? --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/bling-vera/message

I wanted to get into some of the weirder aspects of this case and touch on some of the under-reported aspects of the story. I encourage folks to listen to the entire episode myself, Recluse, and John Brisson did on The Farm podcast. You do not want to miss this. You will hear about things like drug trafficking, monoliths, murders in Moab, and monarch symbolism that aren't really being discussed anywhere else. FARM PODCAST: https://www.thefarmpodcast.com/e/the-gabby-petito-mysteries-w-john-brisson-radix-verum-recluse/ Gabby Petito, Brian Laundrie, drugs, Sandy Hook, Monarch butterfly, Ogden, disappearance/murder, Moab, police video, 9/11, police incompetence, manhunt, evading police, Dog the Bounty Hunter, Apostolic United Brethren, AUB, Allred Group, the Rock, drug trafficking, Salt Lake City, Utah, Long Island, Son of Sam cult, Florida, cults, murders in Moab, social media, open source intelligence, blogger, YouTube, Utah, Utah monolith, monolith meme, obelisks, alternate reality game #GabbyPetitio #BrianLaundrie #SonOfSam #LongIsland #Florida #Moab #Utah #Cults #ARG #DrugTrafficking #SaltLakeCity #DogTheBountyHunter #Police #Manhunt #MentalIllness #TrueCrime #Investigation #mystery #abuse #domesticviolence #NarcissisticAbuse #toxic --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app

I flere uker har millioner av mennesker over hele verden lekt detektiver på sosiale medier, etter at den aspirerende influenseren Gabby Petitio (22), ble meldt savnet. Hva dreier egentlig dette mysteriet seg om?

The Guys are back and are plagued with technical problems. They talk about the Powerball and what they would do with the money. They dive into the Gabby Petitio situation and the boyfriend on the run. We have Dog the Bounty Hunter on the trail. Also, they go into Chris Pratt casted as Mario and other games and books adapted to the TV screen. #dog #dogthebountyhunter #gabbypetito #mario #mariobros #harrypotter #witcher #guysweekendpodcast #gwp #applepodcasts #spotify #amazonmusic Music: Penn Metal Audio Production

Gabby Petitio hypocrisy…; People are blind…; APD 311…; Whites let the police go?...; --- Val from California says his family isn't taking his waking up well.

The Guys are back and are plagued with technical problems. They talk about the Powerball and what they would do with the money. They dive into the Gabby Petitio situation and the boyfriend on the run. We have Dog the Bounty Hunter on the trail. Also, they go into Chris Pratt casted as Mario and other games and books adapted to the TV screen. #dog #dogthebountyhunter #gabbypetito #mario #mariobros #harrypotter #witcher #guysweekendpodcast #gwp #applepodcasts #spotify #amazonmusic Music: Penn Metal Audio Production

This week's episode of "Tiphany's Titillating Talks" is on the topic of domestic violence and intimate partner abuse. The murder of Gabby Petitio has brought the discussion of intimate partner violence to the forefront of media coverage. This episode begins a series of looking deeper into domestic violence and intimate partner abuse. Where & how does it start? Who can become a victim of abuse? What is abuse? How do you escape abuse? Why does abuse get media coverage for some and yet other voices and experiences seem to be missing from the conversation? Over the course of the next several weeks, I will be diving deeper into this sensitive and important topic.If you are currently experiencing intimate partner abuse, please know that you are not alone. You can get help! Please call the National Domestic Violence Hotline at 1-800-799-SAFE (7233) to get the help you need.I will donate $$ for every download of this episode to Laura's House, an organization that inspires hope and aims to end domestic violence. Laura's House is near and dear to my heart because they provided counseling, support, and childcare as I was going through my own journey to leave an abusive relationship.Get Help Here:National Domestic Violence Hotline: https://www.thehotline.org/Laura's House: https://www.laurashouse.org/Donate money here: https://www.laurashouse.org/donateContact Tiphany:Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/tiphanykaneWebsite: http://www.tiphanykane.comMembership: https://www.subscribepage.com/loveandlifemembership#selflove merchandise: https://www.redbubble.com/people/tiphanykane/explore?asc=uLet me know what you thought of this episode:DM me on Instagram: @tiphanyKane Come visit my website: www.tiphanykane.comGet your #Selflove merchandise

Content Warning: male violence against women at the beginning This week we look back on the high drama that occured between girlboss influencer Caroline Calloway and her documented life of being chronically online and the explosive article written by her friend Natalie Beach, titled 'I Was Caroline Calloway' and the explosive claims. Pop culture moments of the week include Grimes and Elon Musk break up, the tragic cases of Gabby Petitio and Sabina Nessa and the problems with the way the media reports it and Shawn Mendes' strange lie detector test. We have a Patreon with TWO bonus episodes released each month! TEN episodes of Celebrity Corner and Bad Book Club and Met Gala Review are out NOW! Join our Culture Gang! Email us at culturehangpodcast@gmail.com and follow us on instagram @culturehangpodcast, twitter @CultureHang, TikTok @culturehangpodcast and Youtube! Links: https://www.thecut.com/2019/09/the-story-of-caroline-calloway-and-her-ghostwriter-natalie.html https://www.thewhitepube.co.uk/carolinecalloway https://www.vox.com/culture/2019/9/11/20860607/caroline-calloway-natalie-beach-explained https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2020/apr/28/caroline-calloway-survived-being-cancelled https://www.pajiba.com/web_culture/the-case-of-caroline-calloway-and-her-creativity-workshop-tour.php https://www.varsity.co.uk/interviews/21328 https://www.buzzfeednews.com/article/stephaniemcneal/caroline-calloway-the-cut https://www.elle.com/culture/art-design/a29339843/caroline-calloway-matisse-dreamer-bbs-art/ https://www.theatlantic.com/ideas/archive/2019/09/i-get-caroline-calloway/598918/

--------------------------------DESCRIPTION--------------------------------This episode of the Walk and Roll podcast, Michael and Ryan discuss the new Mario movie cast, cancel culture, Cuomo Brothers, Fauci being the sexiest man alive, and the Gabby Petitio case. If you are just as turned on as us with Fauci being the sexiest man alive, then this is an episode you do not want to miss.----------------------------------------------------------------------

Brandon chats with long time friend and amazing musician (and person that does a little bit of everything) SAMI DAVIS! Listen to her track "Uninvited" & "Seaside" Also we chat about the lack universal importance, the importance of inner circle "matterings" and all sorts of space age hippy metaphysical non sense. Also the usual gripes and therapeutic lashings. Gabby Petitio is talked about and the public backlash from stupid people etc. Listen wherever podcasts are available. Not always safe for work, Never meant for the thin skinned or those radical and fanatical about anything. Just listen if you want to and enjoy your life.

Your favorite podcast for sh*ts, giggles and shenanigan's is back with another episode and Z brought along everyone's favorite lesbian, Ebo the Great! This week we discuss: Why a nigga named "Mustard" shouldn't throw stones in ugly ass houses, How the police failed Gabby Petitio, Why you can't lose a fight in a Black household, Nicki Minaj is risking it all behind a nigga named Kenneth and. . . why in the black ass fuck is Puff Daddy & New York City disrespecting JERMAINE "Mr. Jackson if u nasty" DUPRI?! (but these are also the same people who allow Fat Joe to say "nigga" so... yeah). Grab your coffee, roll up your things and Come Chill in The Den with us!

IS the Delta variant the last variant we will have to deal with? Also, we follow up with Gabby Petitio's disappearance bringing up stories of many women of color that are missing and now their families are speaking out. Now, black families are hiring private investigators because cops won't find their kids. When does the FBI get involved? Plus, why Shira had trouble introducing an ex to her best friend! It's juicy... That and more on today's show.    Special guests: Dr. Amesh Adalja - Senior scholar at the Johns Hopkins Center for health security. Kelly Simon - Legal director of the ACLU of Oregon. Manisha Krishnan - Senior editor at VICE News See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Episode 23 So Random with Court and Kelly is back with some great updates! 7:30 Apartment and wedding updates and manifesting “meet cutes” not meat cubes 11:00 The duo chat through the virality of the Gabby Petitio case and how social media has changed the game for “real time” crime solving 20:00 The Bravoholics chat the Tom Girardi x paparazzi video, our fatal flaws and RHSOLC updates To connect with us click Here To keep up with the podcast click HERE Read more on Mimosas and Manhattan HERE

In this episode The Carcast Moms discuss missing persons cases and give an update on the Gabby Petitio case.

Kruser talks to FOX News correspondent Jeff Monosso about the Gabby Petitio case and takes your calls and comments.   See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Zach returns after a legendary trip to Cancun as the boys talk about deep sea fishing and more. Griff does a deep dive into the missing person case of Gabby Petitio. The Boys - https://linktr.ee/GridironGarage --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/gridiron-garage/support

Bill Handel on the complicated answer that will come when determining the cause of death of Gabby Petitio, the constant struggle of businesses needing help and people needing work, and the real reason you and your neighbor make different COVID-19 risk decisions.

The story of Gabby Petitio has been getting national attention and had some new developments in the last few days. On Sunday, the FBI found a body that resembles Petito's description and on Monday they searched the family home of her fiancé Brian Laundrie who has gone missing. Many questions still remain and Laundrie has yet to be named an official suspect. Hannah Knowles, reporter at the Washington Post, joins us for more. Next, starting in November, the U.S. will ease restrictions for international travelers who are vaccinated against Covid-19. The will have to show proof of vaccination and a negative test within three days of departure. There are also new rules for unvaccinated U.S. citizens who will need to have a negative test one day before departure and another test after returning. Leslie Josephs, airline reporter at CNBC, joins us for the latest travel changes. Finally, love in the time of Covid has been a difficult one. For single people, many relationships started quickly and passionately and also ended just as quickly during the pandemic. Finding someone during a time of loneliness made them hold on tighter, but once the vaccines came along, a lot of relationships fell apart since you didn't have to lay low anymore. Diana Spechler, contributor to the Guardian, joins us for Covid-era romances. Learn more about your ad-choices at https://www.iheartpodcastnetwork.com

Updates on Gabby Petitio...

'One Tough Podcast' Host, Bo Dietl rejoins with Bernie & Sid in the Morning and he is... OUTRAGED against politicians' hypocrisy, gives his opinions on Gabby Petitio & ultimately reflect on the 13 heroes that lost their lives...

Hola chismosas! Welcome back to part DOS of our sex talk. It gets steamy. We know we explained our roots when it comes to sex but in this episode we discuss the differences between sex whilst living the single life and sex whilst being in a relationship. A lot of social events happened this week... the VMAs, Met Gala and a the missing Gabby Petitio sparked our interest. Grab your champ, take your vitamins, put on your cute outfit and let us get down and dirty. Cheers!

You Do Not Want To Miss This Critical Docket! Vallow, Murdaugh, and Gabby Petitio... Let's Talk