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The Grapplers are BACK after a mid winter hiatusAND bugger me drunk if a a cavalcade of narratives dont await usTHE NRL irons out its contenders with a weekend of truly chaotic stuffThe Boomers cant win the Olympics, but sure as shit cant lose the Asia CupSO STEP ON UP… DONT BE SHY… TIME TO GRAPPLE WITH TWO GOOOOOOODLOOKING GUYSThis week Our heroes wax lyrical about the beginning of something new for our smaller marsupial national team and speculate on the potential demise of the SuperCoach of our era. Speaking of marsupial converters we talk the best from Rah Rah to League along with our absolutely abysmal the Dolphins were against the roosters. A rare Sunday Session from our openly idiot sporting gurus.  Enjoy this special instalment with a like….. a share …. A subscribe or even a review. Love is a GrappleField   

We're running out of time . We're Always running out of times. Haven't eaten; Kesha—Birkin— Sorry, Conan, Haven't pondered (Fight!) There you are; Equinox mornings Getting lost (Fun) Doesn't shove Croissants down the throat As long as I'm on the island (What?) Long day; Never money Haven't got a (Cat!) Sanctuary (doves) Jimmy Fallon? Never found him (What?) Pools of blood, Nevermind that. I was so sick the night before, Even in my sleep that I thought to call out. But no, “I don't skip freaky friday.” I hadn't yet, and so my streak was valid, but I felt like shit, and despite my sponsorship I didn't feel I had any interest in DJing at all. The apertment was a mess, and though I'd spent the day before for hours cleaning in all the crevices the cat found that I hadn't, it still wasn't perfect— then, why would I try to make it perfect on the brink of eviction with the dread and depression that came with the noise? I wanted to fucking die, and the long hours not spent sorting through my hard drives were instead spent watching Saturday night live and funneling popped corn into my mouth, because indeed— I was actually, finally, chrnically depressed. It could be written off as some coincidence or extreme city noise, but I knew in my heart it was instead asassination, the apartment was a trap and I'd been set up to be weakened enough to eventually either kill myself, or back to homelessness to die. The least thing I was interested in was music, and apparently, though I'd had thousands of dollars somewhere in unclaimed royalties , I couldn't seem to find my EIN— the business tax ID I needed to file papers, because I didn't use it often enough; I didn't file taxes, because I wasn't making money. (At least, I'd thought I hadn't.) I couldn't even remember which subway stop was the correct one; and I knew with this I must have been coming to the end of my time in New York; everything seemed strange and faraway, as if I were in a dream. L E G E N D S: ICONS {Enter The Multiverse} He's heaven But i'm probably his headache What's a medical assessment to lemon merengue And I wish to that same heaven that we're all as sick As what's disturbed to be described by Highest our physicians can abide Just the though of him, The whispers of prolific; Just the sight, I get to writing thoughts As if the words were mine, But still, The caves of wells kept secret, Pure and water like the thoughts, Are just the parallels od subtle secrets Kept inside a box This could be mine, Dammit, a glimpse— Who are I? Caught in a wince with the glimpse of a notion And putting out fires— Who are I? You call? In the midsts of a morning, Worlds over, Neglected, No former recognition, but Who are you for? Not mine, But still a world of sure For art mines Copyright 2019 © The Complex Collective © [The Festival Project ™] All Rights Reserved -Ū.

We're running out of time . We're Always running out of times. Haven't eaten; Kesha—Birkin— Sorry, Conan, Haven't pondered (Fight!) There you are; Equinox mornings Getting lost (Fun) Doesn't shove Croissants down the throat As long as I'm on the island (What?) Long day; Never money Haven't got a (Cat!) Sanctuary (doves) Jimmy Fallon? Never found him (What?) Pools of blood, Nevermind that. I was so sick the night before, Even in my sleep that I thought to call out. But no, “I don't skip freaky friday.” I hadn't yet, and so my streak was valid, but I felt like shit, and despite my sponsorship I didn't feel I had any interest in DJing at all. The apertment was a mess, and though I'd spent the day before for hours cleaning in all the crevices the cat found that I hadn't, it still wasn't perfect— then, why would I try to make it perfect on the brink of eviction with the dread and depression that came with the noise? I wanted to fucking die, and the long hours not spent sorting through my hard drives were instead spent watching Saturday night live and funneling popped corn into my mouth, because indeed— I was actually, finally, chrnically depressed. It could be written off as some coincidence or extreme city noise, but I knew in my heart it was instead asassination, the apartment was a trap and I'd been set up to be weakened enough to eventually either kill myself, or back to homelessness to die. The least thing I was interested in was music, and apparently, though I'd had thousands of dollars somewhere in unclaimed royalties , I couldn't seem to find my EIN— the business tax ID I needed to file papers, because I didn't use it often enough; I didn't file taxes, because I wasn't making money. (At least, I'd thought I hadn't.) I couldn't even remember which subway stop was the correct one; and I knew with this I must have been coming to the end of my time in New York; everything seemed strange and faraway, as if I were in a dream. L E G E N D S: ICONS {Enter The Multiverse} He's heaven But i'm probably his headache What's a medical assessment to lemon merengue And I wish to that same heaven that we're all as sick As what's disturbed to be described by Highest our physicians can abide Just the though of him, The whispers of prolific; Just the sight, I get to writing thoughts As if the words were mine, But still, The caves of wells kept secret, Pure and water like the thoughts, Are just the parallels od subtle secrets Kept inside a box This could be mine, Dammit, a glimpse— Who are I? Caught in a wince with the glimpse of a notion And putting out fires— Who are I? You call? In the midsts of a morning, Worlds over, Neglected, No former recognition, but Who are you for? Not mine, But still a world of sure For art mines Copyright 2019 © The Complex Collective © [The Festival Project ™] All Rights Reserved -Ū.

Life throws curveballs that force us to adapt our routines and test how committed we are to our goals. When my schedule shifted from starting at 4AM to 9AM, I had to completely reimagine my approach to productivity, success, and personal growth.• Shifting from a 4AM to 9AM start time requires completely rethinking my established routine• True commitment means wanting success more than wanting to complain about obstacles• Forced adaptation can lead to new strengths and unexpected growth opportunities• Being unstoppable means finding different paths to the same goals when circumstances change• Always Moving Forward (AMF) remains the guiding philosophy even when the path changes• Success requires flexibility to reorganize priorities and schedules when life demands itIf you're facing unexpected changes to your routine, remember that your commitment to your goals matters more than your attachment to a specific method. How badly do you want it?Support the showMerchandise Line: / Comedy:www.WarAndLaughs.com / www.BenjaWelldone.comIG: @WARandLaughs / @BenjaWelldoneSupporting:-*Military/Law,-*Wrestling/Jiu-jitsu,-*Savages/Self Motivated People-*Comedy#WarAndLaughs, REPRESENT. Owner/Creator: @benjawelldoneFB: Benja Welldone Biz-Email: Benja@WelldoneComedy.com #WARandLaughs

We're running out of time . We're Always running out of times. Haven't eaten; Kesha—Birkin— Sorry, Conan, Haven't pondered (Fight!) There you are; Equinox mornings Getting lost (Fun) Doesn't shove Croissants down the throat As long as I'm on the island (What?) Long day; Never money Haven't got a (Cat!) Sanctuary (doves) Jimmy Fallon? Never found him (What?) Pools of blood, Nevermind that. I was so sick the night before, Even in my sleep that I thought to call out. But no, “I don't skip freaky friday.” I hadn't yet, and so my streak was valid, but I felt like shit, and despite my sponsorship I didn't feel I had any interest in DJing at all. The apertment was a mess, and though I'd spent the day before for hours cleaning in all the crevices the cat found that I hadn't, it still wasn't perfect— then, why would I try to make it perfect on the brink of eviction with the dread and depression that came with the noise? I wanted to fucking die, and the long hours not spent sorting through my hard drives were instead spent watching Saturday night live and funneling popped corn into my mouth, because indeed— I was actually, finally, chrnically depressed. It could be written off as some coincidence or extreme city noise, but I knew in my heart it was instead asassination, the apartment was a trap and I'd been set up to be weakened enough to eventually either kill myself, or back to homelessness to die. The least thing I was interested in was music, and apparently, though I'd had thousands of dollars somewhere in unclaimed royalties , I couldn't seem to find my EIN— the business tax ID I needed to file papers, because I didn't use it often enough; I didn't file taxes, because I wasn't making money. (At least, I'd thought I hadn't.) I couldn't even remember which subway stop was the correct one; and I knew with this I must have been coming to the end of my time in New York; everything seemed strange and faraway, as if I were in a dream. L E G E N D S: ICONS {Enter The Multiverse} He's heaven But i'm probably his headache What's a medical assessment to lemon merengue And I wish to that same heaven that we're all as sick As what's disturbed to be described by Highest our physicians can abide Just the though of him, The whispers of prolific; Just the sight, I get to writing thoughts As if the words were mine, But still, The caves of wells kept secret, Pure and water like the thoughts, Are just the parallels od subtle secrets Kept inside a box This could be mine, Dammit, a glimpse— Who are I? Caught in a wince with the glimpse of a notion And putting out fires— Who are I? You call? In the midsts of a morning, Worlds over, Neglected, No former recognition, but Who are you for? Not mine, But still a world of sure For art mines Copyright 2019 © The Complex Collective © [The Festival Project ™] All Rights Reserved -Ū.

We've hit another milestone in our podcast journey: 75 episodes. At the same time, we find ourselves at a bit of a crossroads, which is leading us to prepare to take a hiatus. Join host CH as she reflects on the life journal podcast journey so far - sharing immense gratitude for our loyal community of C17'ers. She also shares the reasons why we feel we need to take a break and reassess the direction of the show as we navigate the ever-changing 2025 socio-political climate, and its impact on how we aim to share the personal narratives on which this podcast was founded. This episode is still in the vein of being a warm hug to our listeners, and still encouraging self-care and kindness amidst all of these very challenging times. Whether you are just finding us for the first time or have been with us from the beginning, we invite you to join us in celebrating our 75th episode ... even if it might be our last for a while.   Show Notes In this episode, CH references Boston College professor and historian, Heather Cox Richardson. For those interested, Heather has a Substack called, "Letters from an American" as well as a YouTube channel. Highly recommend for those seeking a historical, grounded perspective on various topics - none the least of which is the current climate in the United States (as of July 2025).

In this episode: Developing: Brock Lesnar was being fully paid by WWE during his hiatus from the company, Speculation about Saudi Arabia potentially hosting WWE WrestleMania 43 in 2027, Karrion Kross says fans will know “exactly what's going on very soon” in regards to his status, and Former WCW star potentially being signed to a WWE Legends dealKerr County Flood Relief Fund: https://cftexashillcountry.fcsuite.com/erp/donate/create/fund?funit_id=4201Support Katie: https://gofund.me/cb2cdcb5Support Eastern Kentucky: https://secure.kentucky.gov/FormServices/Finance/EKYFloodReliefAmerican Red Cross: https://www.redcross.org/donate/cm/wlky32-pub.html/The Dream Center: https://www.ekdc.info/donateKCTCS Disaster Relief: https://kctcs.edu/disasterrelief.aspxUniversity of Kentucky Flood Relief: https://philanthropy.uky.edu/kentuckyfloodreliefIf you like what you hear on the podcast, consider helping me out a little bit financially at: https://www.patreon.com/jamminjon

You came to the right guy; as it just so happens, I work at the foundry. What's 'the foundry' I think we're about to find out. But— don't you already know? Ag H—! You ‘work‘ there? Yes, I ‘work' there. The star gets his gun out at dawn to shoot crow The crown dropped to floor, just as sure as the gun went missing The same gun as in window; Same gun as before, Just remember, you're forward— Remember, you're four of them. Oh good, yeah. I forgot about —that one. And that one, And that one, And that one. And this gun, And this gun, And this gun— And this god, And this god, And this god. Yeah, I forgot The festival project ™ Yes, I forgot about Jon Lovits I forgot all the songs that I wanted to talk about Yes, I forgot just a sure as the sun forgot New York this morning But I was so sure of my self at the turn of the hour How now, you say? Not now, gone times; Just gone, New York, All about none for Sunday And I picked up a quarter (I picked up a quarter, I picked up a quarter, I picked up a quarter I'll be gone till Sunday, Till sundown, Move forward Fuck! Make sure not to turn down on a hardcore Make sure to come down off the hard times, Not god, but you're acting a good one Not now, but you're acting on our time (On our time!) DOC I never stretch! I don't feel it's appropriate! Gisselle doesnt talk much. Giselle is a proud mouse Were coming on hard times The harp was a purist And then, I got wisdom Again, with this, witness? I told you, don't come home I asked you: where's Skrillex?! Ooh. Watch this! No! Where's— what? You know what I'm talking about I'm pretty sure I do not! I— Oh. Oh no. No. This is good. {Enter The Multiverse} I told you already, I'll kill you! Okay, Bathsheba! “Bathsheba” Wtf. I told you, that's exactly what you're supposed to do. What! Read my contract! What. It's in my contract, read the clauses. Do what!? Lil bitz Does anybody here believe in the Illuminati? I do, but not in the way you would think . I think the main purpose of the Illuminati is just to mindfuck with you. That's it. That's all they do. Like , true, it's probably a like helm of ancient wisdom and knowledge, But also, probably— I think they practically exist, Just to blow your mind. There's no big secret. It's just, “Wtf.” And they're like “Ahaha” ”I know right?!” That's basically the whole thing. L E G E N D S I really liked you. Yeah, I… I know . I really wish I didn't have to kill you. Yeah, I—wait a second. Oh shit! Add more weight. I'm sure I only got this way by soully having sex with Just myself. This is causing problems. That's probably not going to help that whole holding in a fart issue, is it? Can I get some two-year continuity in this bitch? Some gratuity for no incontinence, Some incongruity rooting for you in this bitch? A table for two in this bitchz. {Enter The Multiverse} {Ah, we meet again.} A table for two is set center stage; The spotlight shines dead center the round table, and its centerpiece, a single throned rose, at peak bloom. The rest of the room is a blurred shambles, The two just offstage and unseen in the wings, preparing to duel. We only hear their quick witted exchange of words as the table sits alone, and briefly, ever so slightly, the teardrops of a chandelier begins to shine with the prismatic glow of a swirling… Hmm, wait a second . This is genius at play, But the thing is, It's not work when you love it, And I don't, It's just slipping through the prisms As I just begin to see them I'm sunsure whether the circumstances are. Aromantic or quite ardent And I forget I don't know what day it is Or the seconds counting, As I slip between dimensions And the parallels Are real I guess, But something stressed in this m-theory, Really, do they fear me Or are they all just here to hear me Recently, I see nothing Blind as a bat and I've been so depressed But the stressed is repressed as expressions, Ten seconds in and it only get deeper, I'm keeping her secrets. Guess what. WHAT IS IT CONAN? What a red headed hot mess Do not come closer! I will call the cops on you. Guess what? What! We s ted. Goddamn bro, you are sloshed. I have never seen you this wasted, Jimmy, and that's saying something. Like really saying something. [the festival project ™] You used me as a human shield! Did I—? Yes! Oh, yes I— I did. I forgot. You forgot?! It served its purpose! I guess, *shrugs* Well, jokes on you, because guess what! I'm Tina Fey! What? No you're not. [looks directly in the eye] Oh my god, you're Tina fey. Yes, I am! Okay! So who's Tina Fey then? That's the problem! We don't know! All this and that's the problem? Amongst others! Obviously. Honorable mentions: Sketchers “the uno” As campaign is double zero models with extremely pretty faces- pretty little things that could kill you Pretty Tiny things, as seen on tv Target is winning with their QR code on the commercial, ad game next level Dishonorable mentions I hate the FaceTune ads Nurse ratched's description Lil bitz Man, I love midtown I came out the Equinox It smelled like summer camp and shit No doubt cause something within proximity is on fire, But still. Brooklyn smells like —different than that.. Bruh. Has anyone been to union square lately? All week the whole shit smells like vomited popped corn. All week. Not vomit alone. Not popped corn alone— But actually a perfect polyblend Of vomited popped corn. Lil bitz I just got a cat— Do you understand what it's like To drag a cat through Manhattan? I realized I just became “That guy” For possibly the first time since I even got to New York . It's been a while, so that's good, but— “Cat on a train” Is a whole different level of like “Oh.” I'm like “That's right.” Don't get me wrong, This is not an every day thing. This is just to my apartment Then he's trapped there forever. But let's be serious— “Cat on a train” is like— People aren't exactly happy with you Or think good things about you They're like “Oh” Wel first off, I'm sure they don't know it's a cat, So it's just a box with holes in it Could be anything. “Weirdo” True; I see an indiscriminate box with holes in it that just says “adoption” I'm like “Oh for real that could like; be whatever.” “Omg where are you going with that—thing.” Right? This is my magic guard animal. I brought him for two reasons— One: cause I got a badass cat tree like too long ago And I was sick of looking at it And the litter box it came with just taking up space in my closet; Those two things make up one reason The second reason Is as a suicide deterrent Because at this point, I'm obviously lonely, And so this way, I know I'm less likely to kill my self If I know this fool will just eat me. I'll think about it a little longer And a little harder Before I actually do it. I'll be like “But…which part will he eat?” Right? “Not my face, right?” “Omg that's horrible.” “K nevermind i'll stick it out” He's a magic cat You can tell this dudes just different . I got to the train station and I put the box down And just stuck my finger through one of the holes— You know, just to let him know Cause I figure this has to be a lot for a cat, right? So I stick my finger in the box but I can't see him or anything, so I just stick my finger in, nothing. He's not like sniffing my finger or biting it off or anything, but I figure he's alive, Then the train comes, so I get up to get on the train, And the box just starts vibrating. Then I realize, The guy is purring. We're in an uptown subway station and aparently this dude is about that nonsense. He's chillin. I'm like, “I'm glad you're enjoying this, This is my least favorite part, actually.” My guy. He's different. Now imm the girl on the train with the cat in the box And not to lie, I just figured out what it's like to have no one want to be around you for a minute Which, to me, is cool. I'm like, “Yeah, okay, please actually, Yea, stay away from me.” “Stay away from me and my indiscriminate box.” {Enter The Multiverse} I might be the only person in history To give my cat A stupider name Than he already had. I told you, he's a Magical cat First of all, his other name was technically two names— His name was Mike & Ike— if you don't know, That's two dudes. Okay, so he's at least two guys, But I might be the only one so far To go the extra mile and instead of gratifying this failure of a name, I named him what the fuck he was supposed to be called. Cause I knew that. He came to me in a dream, And he told me “Atticus Catticus” {Enter The Multiverse} Copyright 2019 © The Complex Collective © [The Festival Project ™] All Rights Reserved -Ū.

Eyes, eyes— who's got eyes?! Here, I have eyes. I don't want yours. What? Why not?! Eyes, eyes, buys and trades—! The day I met Atticus catticus, I by some strange coincidence also discovered “Toonces” …and however startling it was that they looked just alike, the cat himself had other strangenesses about him that I couldn't seem to shake. The other adjustments were yet to have taken place, but the cat did seem to be armed with a certain spirit, that did indeed show me immidiately things I might have otherwise missed. Still, it was true that this weirdness might have been misinterpreted, but however shallow my aspirations remained to the theatre world, or the world at large, it seems as though there was just stil some kind of strange connection with Saturday Night Live I couldn't shake. Almost like it followed me everywhere. BIG JIMMY runs SIN CENTRE at SIN CITY, an exclusive bar and restaurant in Las Vegas. You don't know about Sin Centre at Sin City?' No. It's the premier underground boutique for all of what happens in Vegas— or, what didn't, if you know what I'm saying. I'm sure I don't z I'm sure I don't either *winks* I need magnesium; Creep level fantastic, I wreak of havoc I wreck the fanflick Fanfiction? Now i'm fired, Give up! I'm a channel Back to the hard part Look at me! I'm getting Eleven miles an hour Isn't it strange how Just this morning In the kitchen I was thinking How I just love Sarah Silverman And how The chemistry with Kimmel is – Creep level: fantastic THen, If this is episodic, I'm not the only one who feels this way about it I might be a bad guy I like the darkness I might be the bad type, I like, Flirt with darkness Jp Did you write this?! I–i think i did. You think? I have forgetfulness syndrome! Why is everybody falling in love? But i”m alone Maybe I'm not supposed to have love So i'm alone But Too many talks to tell, I can't want, But i'm alone, And still Everybody wants to have love And i'm alone I have this weird theory that to be a female And get booked on Seth Meyers Not only should you be kind of almost probably famous But definitely under 120 pounds. Lil Bitz I'm telling you! he's Slytherin! Do you watch the show? Watch the show! Every female he interviews has anorexia! Not a joke! Watch the show. He has a copy of moby dick on his desk! What's that about!? Slytherin! Slytherin! So the question is: Can i fill five minutes with this? Puh This kid. Wondering about five minutes When she really needs an hour of material And a material witness This depression is actually the worst I've been Since I escaped prison. I should have went to Princeton. I should never run for president. Amen. I told you, republican! A bold move, and the light I'm on— Tonight, I'm fowl I get a grin Tonight, I prowl I'm off again. I haven't been this incandescent Since Information on Ronald Regan Came to surface This: his Indiscretions send my regrets to lettermen I haven't had it better since. Gavel gavel gavel! And I ramble ramble ramble on The mouse that lights to gamble Likes the Kat and tattoo addicts But the fans just can't acknowledge That we're on in the apocalypse I gotta get my marks up Or a proposition predicate Or advocates on terror Where's the war you ordered Not another table Kill the waitress Heal the sparrow Right the old case in a letter Harrow, harrow Case is waiting And I've yet to make it Everything I do just makes me Faint, Like I'm exasperated and exhausted All at the same time Call out my mantras— Look, I'm a loser Out in the open Promise Provoke my promocuity once more And I'll get you all fired. Fired! Fired! Fired! You look good in a tux Good suit and tie Good at the desk, boss, Ma? She's a Hard crier I got divorces, Widowers, Window surfaces on a horcrux Hard wires, And hard times on a jarred door Oh! Yeah. It's hard coming to terms with death When your afterlife is Jay Leno on a long highway In stuck traffic And you got to think “I know that guy” But no you don't, You're far from it and still Show hosts aren't for hire In the aqueduct construction, For I? Seth Meyers, young soul! Very hard, but good to know him. Kimmel had a tough crowd, But Fear, I've bartered hard to order. Fries with that? Oh noooooooo! He stopped dying his greys He's been writing for days And he's stuck in his ways: Cheerios are too sweet honey-nutted And honey nutted my rebuttal on live broadcast I finally got comcast, I finally went all broke Ahhh, we're gonna die. I guarantee you, this is that. Tuesday— midnight. What goes on. Didn't I tell you not to talk to me?! They know everything. Don't you know by now I can't be trusted? If I try to call We'll get disconnected And this interception Has been live broadcasted– So I get the picture This is all disaster. Took a number, Run hard, I get there faster [The Festival Project ™ ] For everybody else, Life goes on But mine has not So it feels more like sickness Than just fan fiction {Enter The Multiverse} Copyright 2019 © The Complex Collective © [The Festival Project ™] All Rights Reserved -Ū.

You came to the right guy; as it just so happens, I work at the foundry. What's 'the foundry' I think we're about to find out. But— don't you already know? Ag H—! You ‘work‘ there? Yes, I ‘work' there. The star gets his gun out at dawn to shoot crow The crown dropped to floor, just as sure as the gun went missing The same gun as in window; Same gun as before, Just remember, you're forward— Remember, you're four of them. Oh good, yeah. I forgot about —that one. And that one, And that one, And that one. And this gun, And this gun, And this gun— And this god, And this god, And this god. Yeah, I forgot The festival project ™ Yes, I forgot about Jon Lovits I forgot all the songs that I wanted to talk about Yes, I forgot just a sure as the sun forgot New York this morning But I was so sure of my self at the turn of the hour How now, you say? Not now, gone times; Just gone, New York, All about none for Sunday And I picked up a quarter (I picked up a quarter, I picked up a quarter, I picked up a quarter I'll be gone till Sunday, Till sundown, Move forward Fuck! Make sure not to turn down on a hardcore Make sure to come down off the hard times, Not god, but you're acting a good one Not now, but you're acting on our time (On our time!) DOC I never stretch! I don't feel it's appropriate! Gisselle doesnt talk much. Giselle is a proud mouse Were coming on hard times The harp was a purist And then, I got wisdom Again, with this, witness? I told you, don't come home I asked you: where's Skrillex?! Ooh. Watch this! No! Where's— what? You know what I'm talking about I'm pretty sure I do not! I— Oh. Oh no. No. This is good. {Enter The Multiverse} I told you already, I'll kill you! Okay, Bathsheba! “Bathsheba” Wtf. I told you, that's exactly what you're supposed to do. What! Read my contract! What. It's in my contract, read the clauses. Do what!? Lil bitz Does anybody here believe in the Illuminati? I do, but not in the way you would think . I think the main purpose of the Illuminati is just to mindfuck with you. That's it. That's all they do. Like , true, it's probably a like helm of ancient wisdom and knowledge, But also, probably— I think they practically exist, Just to blow your mind. There's no big secret. It's just, “Wtf.” And they're like “Ahaha” ”I know right?!” That's basically the whole thing. L E G E N D S I really liked you. Yeah, I… I know . I really wish I didn't have to kill you. Yeah, I—wait a second. Oh shit! Add more weight. I'm sure I only got this way by soully having sex with Just myself. This is causing problems. That's probably not going to help that whole holding in a fart issue, is it? Can I get some two-year continuity in this bitch? Some gratuity for no incontinence, Some incongruity rooting for you in this bitch? A table for two in this bitchz. {Enter The Multiverse} {Ah, we meet again.} A table for two is set center stage; The spotlight shines dead center the round table, and its centerpiece, a single throned rose, at peak bloom. The rest of the room is a blurred shambles, The two just offstage and unseen in the wings, preparing to duel. We only hear their quick witted exchange of words as the table sits alone, and briefly, ever so slightly, the teardrops of a chandelier begins to shine with the prismatic glow of a swirling… Hmm, wait a second . This is genius at play, But the thing is, It's not work when you love it, And I don't, It's just slipping through the prisms As I just begin to see them I'm sunsure whether the circumstances are. Aromantic or quite ardent And I forget I don't know what day it is Or the seconds counting, As I slip between dimensions And the parallels Are real I guess, But something stressed in this m-theory, Really, do they fear me Or are they all just here to hear me Recently, I see nothing Blind as a bat and I've been so depressed But the stressed is repressed as expressions, Ten seconds in and it only get deeper, I'm keeping her secrets. Guess what. WHAT IS IT CONAN? What a red headed hot mess Do not come closer! I will call the cops on you. Guess what? What! We s ted. Goddamn bro, you are sloshed. I have never seen you this wasted, Jimmy, and that's saying something. Like really saying something. [the festival project ™] You used me as a human shield! Did I—? Yes! Oh, yes I— I did. I forgot. You forgot?! It served its purpose! I guess, *shrugs* Well, jokes on you, because guess what! I'm Tina Fey! What? No you're not. [looks directly in the eye] Oh my god, you're Tina fey. Yes, I am! Okay! So who's Tina Fey then? That's the problem! We don't know! All this and that's the problem? Amongst others! Obviously. Honorable mentions: Sketchers “the uno” As campaign is double zero models with extremely pretty faces- pretty little things that could kill you Pretty Tiny things, as seen on tv Target is winning with their QR code on the commercial, ad game next level Dishonorable mentions I hate the FaceTune ads Nurse ratched's description Lil bitz Man, I love midtown I came out the Equinox It smelled like summer camp and shit No doubt cause something within proximity is on fire, But still. Brooklyn smells like —different than that.. Bruh. Has anyone been to union square lately? All week the whole shit smells like vomited popped corn. All week. Not vomit alone. Not popped corn alone— But actually a perfect polyblend Of vomited popped corn. Lil bitz I just got a cat— Do you understand what it's like To drag a cat through Manhattan? I realized I just became “That guy” For possibly the first time since I even got to New York . It's been a while, so that's good, but— “Cat on a train” Is a whole different level of like “Oh.” I'm like “That's right.” Don't get me wrong, This is not an every day thing. This is just to my apartment Then he's trapped there forever. But let's be serious— “Cat on a train” is like— People aren't exactly happy with you Or think good things about you They're like “Oh” Wel first off, I'm sure they don't know it's a cat, So it's just a box with holes in it Could be anything. “Weirdo” True; I see an indiscriminate box with holes in it that just says “adoption” I'm like “Oh for real that could like; be whatever.” “Omg where are you going with that—thing.” Right? This is my magic guard animal. I brought him for two reasons— One: cause I got a badass cat tree like too long ago And I was sick of looking at it And the litter box it came with just taking up space in my closet; Those two things make up one reason The second reason Is as a suicide deterrent Because at this point, I'm obviously lonely, And so this way, I know I'm less likely to kill my self If I know this fool will just eat me. I'll think about it a little longer And a little harder Before I actually do it. I'll be like “But…which part will he eat?” Right? “Not my face, right?” “Omg that's horrible.” “K nevermind i'll stick it out” He's a magic cat You can tell this dudes just different . I got to the train station and I put the box down And just stuck my finger through one of the holes— You know, just to let him know Cause I figure this has to be a lot for a cat, right? So I stick my finger in the box but I can't see him or anything, so I just stick my finger in, nothing. He's not like sniffing my finger or biting it off or anything, but I figure he's alive, Then the train comes, so I get up to get on the train, And the box just starts vibrating. Then I realize, The guy is purring. We're in an uptown subway station and aparently this dude is about that nonsense. He's chillin. I'm like, “I'm glad you're enjoying this, This is my least favorite part, actually.” My guy. He's different. Now imm the girl on the train with the cat in the box And not to lie, I just figured out what it's like to have no one want to be around you for a minute Which, to me, is cool. I'm like, “Yeah, okay, please actually, Yea, stay away from me.” “Stay away from me and my indiscriminate box.” {Enter The Multiverse} I might be the only person in history To give my cat A stupider name Than he already had. I told you, he's a Magical cat First of all, his other name was technically two names— His name was Mike & Ike— if you don't know, That's two dudes. Okay, so he's at least two guys, But I might be the only one so far To go the extra mile and instead of gratifying this failure of a name, I named him what the fuck he was supposed to be called. Cause I knew that. He came to me in a dream, And he told me “Atticus Catticus” {Enter The Multiverse} Copyright 2019 © The Complex Collective © [The Festival Project ™] All Rights Reserved -Ū.

Eyes, eyes— who's got eyes?! Here, I have eyes. I don't want yours. What? Why not?! Eyes, eyes, buys and trades—! The day I met Atticus catticus, I by some strange coincidence also discovered “Toonces” …and however startling it was that they looked just alike, the cat himself had other strangenesses about him that I couldn't seem to shake. The other adjustments were yet to have taken place, but the cat did seem to be armed with a certain spirit, that did indeed show me immidiately things I might have otherwise missed. Still, it was true that this weirdness might have been misinterpreted, but however shallow my aspirations remained to the theatre world, or the world at large, it seems as though there was just stil some kind of strange connection with Saturday Night Live I couldn't shake. Almost like it followed me everywhere. BIG JIMMY runs SIN CENTRE at SIN CITY, an exclusive bar and restaurant in Las Vegas. You don't know about Sin Centre at Sin City?' No. It's the premier underground boutique for all of what happens in Vegas— or, what didn't, if you know what I'm saying. I'm sure I don't z I'm sure I don't either *winks* I need magnesium; Creep level fantastic, I wreak of havoc I wreck the fanflick Fanfiction? Now i'm fired, Give up! I'm a channel Back to the hard part Look at me! I'm getting Eleven miles an hour Isn't it strange how Just this morning In the kitchen I was thinking How I just love Sarah Silverman And how The chemistry with Kimmel is – Creep level: fantastic THen, If this is episodic, I'm not the only one who feels this way about it I might be a bad guy I like the darkness I might be the bad type, I like, Flirt with darkness Jp Did you write this?! I–i think i did. You think? I have forgetfulness syndrome! Why is everybody falling in love? But i”m alone Maybe I'm not supposed to have love So i'm alone But Too many talks to tell, I can't want, But i'm alone, And still Everybody wants to have love And i'm alone I have this weird theory that to be a female And get booked on Seth Meyers Not only should you be kind of almost probably famous But definitely under 120 pounds. Lil Bitz I'm telling you! he's Slytherin! Do you watch the show? Watch the show! Every female he interviews has anorexia! Not a joke! Watch the show. He has a copy of moby dick on his desk! What's that about!? Slytherin! Slytherin! So the question is: Can i fill five minutes with this? Puh This kid. Wondering about five minutes When she really needs an hour of material And a material witness This depression is actually the worst I've been Since I escaped prison. I should have went to Princeton. I should never run for president. Amen. I told you, republican! A bold move, and the light I'm on— Tonight, I'm fowl I get a grin Tonight, I prowl I'm off again. I haven't been this incandescent Since Information on Ronald Regan Came to surface This: his Indiscretions send my regrets to lettermen I haven't had it better since. Gavel gavel gavel! And I ramble ramble ramble on The mouse that lights to gamble Likes the Kat and tattoo addicts But the fans just can't acknowledge That we're on in the apocalypse I gotta get my marks up Or a proposition predicate Or advocates on terror Where's the war you ordered Not another table Kill the waitress Heal the sparrow Right the old case in a letter Harrow, harrow Case is waiting And I've yet to make it Everything I do just makes me Faint, Like I'm exasperated and exhausted All at the same time Call out my mantras— Look, I'm a loser Out in the open Promise Provoke my promocuity once more And I'll get you all fired. Fired! Fired! Fired! You look good in a tux Good suit and tie Good at the desk, boss, Ma? She's a Hard crier I got divorces, Widowers, Window surfaces on a horcrux Hard wires, And hard times on a jarred door Oh! Yeah. It's hard coming to terms with death When your afterlife is Jay Leno on a long highway In stuck traffic And you got to think “I know that guy” But no you don't, You're far from it and still Show hosts aren't for hire In the aqueduct construction, For I? Seth Meyers, young soul! Very hard, but good to know him. Kimmel had a tough crowd, But Fear, I've bartered hard to order. Fries with that? Oh noooooooo! He stopped dying his greys He's been writing for days And he's stuck in his ways: Cheerios are too sweet honey-nutted And honey nutted my rebuttal on live broadcast I finally got comcast, I finally went all broke Ahhh, we're gonna die. I guarantee you, this is that. Tuesday— midnight. What goes on. Didn't I tell you not to talk to me?! They know everything. Don't you know by now I can't be trusted? If I try to call We'll get disconnected And this interception Has been live broadcasted– So I get the picture This is all disaster. Took a number, Run hard, I get there faster [The Festival Project ™ ] For everybody else, Life goes on But mine has not So it feels more like sickness Than just fan fiction {Enter The Multiverse} Copyright 2019 © The Complex Collective © [The Festival Project ™] All Rights Reserved -Ū.

You came to the right guy; as it just so happens, I work at the foundry. What's 'the foundry' I think we're about to find out. But— don't you already know? Ag H—! You ‘work‘ there? Yes, I ‘work' there. The star gets his gun out at dawn to shoot crow The crown dropped to floor, just as sure as the gun went missing The same gun as in window; Same gun as before, Just remember, you're forward— Remember, you're four of them. Oh good, yeah. I forgot about —that one. And that one, And that one, And that one. And this gun, And this gun, And this gun— And this god, And this god, And this god. Yeah, I forgot The festival project ™ Yes, I forgot about Jon Lovits I forgot all the songs that I wanted to talk about Yes, I forgot just a sure as the sun forgot New York this morning But I was so sure of my self at the turn of the hour How now, you say? Not now, gone times; Just gone, New York, All about none for Sunday And I picked up a quarter (I picked up a quarter, I picked up a quarter, I picked up a quarter I'll be gone till Sunday, Till sundown, Move forward Fuck! Make sure not to turn down on a hardcore Make sure to come down off the hard times, Not god, but you're acting a good one Not now, but you're acting on our time (On our time!) DOC I never stretch! I don't feel it's appropriate! Gisselle doesnt talk much. Giselle is a proud mouse Were coming on hard times The harp was a purist And then, I got wisdom Again, with this, witness? I told you, don't come home I asked you: where's Skrillex?! Ooh. Watch this! No! Where's— what? You know what I'm talking about I'm pretty sure I do not! I— Oh. Oh no. No. This is good. {Enter The Multiverse} I told you already, I'll kill you! Okay, Bathsheba! “Bathsheba” Wtf. I told you, that's exactly what you're supposed to do. What! Read my contract! What. It's in my contract, read the clauses. Do what!? Lil bitz Does anybody here believe in the Illuminati? I do, but not in the way you would think . I think the main purpose of the Illuminati is just to mindfuck with you. That's it. That's all they do. Like , true, it's probably a like helm of ancient wisdom and knowledge, But also, probably— I think they practically exist, Just to blow your mind. There's no big secret. It's just, “Wtf.” And they're like “Ahaha” ”I know right?!” That's basically the whole thing. L E G E N D S I really liked you. Yeah, I… I know . I really wish I didn't have to kill you. Yeah, I—wait a second. Oh shit! Add more weight. I'm sure I only got this way by soully having sex with Just myself. This is causing problems. That's probably not going to help that whole holding in a fart issue, is it? Can I get some two-year continuity in this bitch? Some gratuity for no incontinence, Some incongruity rooting for you in this bitch? A table for two in this bitchz. {Enter The Multiverse} {Ah, we meet again.} A table for two is set center stage; The spotlight shines dead center the round table, and its centerpiece, a single throned rose, at peak bloom. The rest of the room is a blurred shambles, The two just offstage and unseen in the wings, preparing to duel. We only hear their quick witted exchange of words as the table sits alone, and briefly, ever so slightly, the teardrops of a chandelier begins to shine with the prismatic glow of a swirling… Hmm, wait a second . This is genius at play, But the thing is, It's not work when you love it, And I don't, It's just slipping through the prisms As I just begin to see them I'm sunsure whether the circumstances are. Aromantic or quite ardent And I forget I don't know what day it is Or the seconds counting, As I slip between dimensions And the parallels Are real I guess, But something stressed in this m-theory, Really, do they fear me Or are they all just here to hear me Recently, I see nothing Blind as a bat and I've been so depressed But the stressed is repressed as expressions, Ten seconds in and it only get deeper, I'm keeping her secrets. Guess what. WHAT IS IT CONAN? What a red headed hot mess Do not come closer! I will call the cops on you. Guess what? What! We s ted. Goddamn bro, you are sloshed. I have never seen you this wasted, Jimmy, and that's saying something. Like really saying something. [the festival project ™] You used me as a human shield! Did I—? Yes! Oh, yes I— I did. I forgot. You forgot?! It served its purpose! I guess, *shrugs* Well, jokes on you, because guess what! I'm Tina Fey! What? No you're not. [looks directly in the eye] Oh my god, you're Tina fey. Yes, I am! Okay! So who's Tina Fey then? That's the problem! We don't know! All this and that's the problem? Amongst others! Obviously. Honorable mentions: Sketchers “the uno” As campaign is double zero models with extremely pretty faces- pretty little things that could kill you Pretty Tiny things, as seen on tv Target is winning with their QR code on the commercial, ad game next level Dishonorable mentions I hate the FaceTune ads Nurse ratched's description Lil bitz Man, I love midtown I came out the Equinox It smelled like summer camp and shit No doubt cause something within proximity is on fire, But still. Brooklyn smells like —different than that.. Bruh. Has anyone been to union square lately? All week the whole shit smells like vomited popped corn. All week. Not vomit alone. Not popped corn alone— But actually a perfect polyblend Of vomited popped corn. Lil bitz I just got a cat— Do you understand what it's like To drag a cat through Manhattan? I realized I just became “That guy” For possibly the first time since I even got to New York . It's been a while, so that's good, but— “Cat on a train” Is a whole different level of like “Oh.” I'm like “That's right.” Don't get me wrong, This is not an every day thing. This is just to my apartment Then he's trapped there forever. But let's be serious— “Cat on a train” is like— People aren't exactly happy with you Or think good things about you They're like “Oh” Wel first off, I'm sure they don't know it's a cat, So it's just a box with holes in it Could be anything. “Weirdo” True; I see an indiscriminate box with holes in it that just says “adoption” I'm like “Oh for real that could like; be whatever.” “Omg where are you going with that—thing.” Right? This is my magic guard animal. I brought him for two reasons— One: cause I got a badass cat tree like too long ago And I was sick of looking at it And the litter box it came with just taking up space in my closet; Those two things make up one reason The second reason Is as a suicide deterrent Because at this point, I'm obviously lonely, And so this way, I know I'm less likely to kill my self If I know this fool will just eat me. I'll think about it a little longer And a little harder Before I actually do it. I'll be like “But…which part will he eat?” Right? “Not my face, right?” “Omg that's horrible.” “K nevermind i'll stick it out” He's a magic cat You can tell this dudes just different . I got to the train station and I put the box down And just stuck my finger through one of the holes— You know, just to let him know Cause I figure this has to be a lot for a cat, right? So I stick my finger in the box but I can't see him or anything, so I just stick my finger in, nothing. He's not like sniffing my finger or biting it off or anything, but I figure he's alive, Then the train comes, so I get up to get on the train, And the box just starts vibrating. Then I realize, The guy is purring. We're in an uptown subway station and aparently this dude is about that nonsense. He's chillin. I'm like, “I'm glad you're enjoying this, This is my least favorite part, actually.” My guy. He's different. Now imm the girl on the train with the cat in the box And not to lie, I just figured out what it's like to have no one want to be around you for a minute Which, to me, is cool. I'm like, “Yeah, okay, please actually, Yea, stay away from me.” “Stay away from me and my indiscriminate box.” {Enter The Multiverse} I might be the only person in history To give my cat A stupider name Than he already had. I told you, he's a Magical cat First of all, his other name was technically two names— His name was Mike & Ike— if you don't know, That's two dudes. Okay, so he's at least two guys, But I might be the only one so far To go the extra mile and instead of gratifying this failure of a name, I named him what the fuck he was supposed to be called. Cause I knew that. He came to me in a dream, And he told me “Atticus Catticus” {Enter The Multiverse} Copyright 2019 © The Complex Collective © [The Festival Project ™] All Rights Reserved -Ū.

You came to the right guy; as it just so happens, I work at the foundry. What's 'the foundry' I think we're about to find out. But— don't you already know? Ag H—! You ‘work‘ there? Yes, I ‘work' there. The star gets his gun out at dawn to shoot crow The crown dropped to floor, just as sure as the gun went missing The same gun as in window; Same gun as before, Just remember, you're forward— Remember, you're four of them. Oh good, yeah. I forgot about —that one. And that one, And that one, And that one. And this gun, And this gun, And this gun— And this god, And this god, And this god. Yeah, I forgot The festival project ™ Yes, I forgot about Jon Lovits I forgot all the songs that I wanted to talk about Yes, I forgot just a sure as the sun forgot New York this morning But I was so sure of my self at the turn of the hour How now, you say? Not now, gone times; Just gone, New York, All about none for Sunday And I picked up a quarter (I picked up a quarter, I picked up a quarter, I picked up a quarter I'll be gone till Sunday, Till sundown, Move forward Fuck! Make sure not to turn down on a hardcore Make sure to come down off the hard times, Not god, but you're acting a good one Not now, but you're acting on our time (On our time!) DOC I never stretch! I don't feel it's appropriate! Gisselle doesnt talk much. Giselle is a proud mouse Were coming on hard times The harp was a purist And then, I got wisdom Again, with this, witness? I told you, don't come home I asked you: where's Skrillex?! Ooh. Watch this! No! Where's— what? You know what I'm talking about I'm pretty sure I do not! I— Oh. Oh no. No. This is good. {Enter The Multiverse} I told you already, I'll kill you! Okay, Bathsheba! “Bathsheba” Wtf. I told you, that's exactly what you're supposed to do. What! Read my contract! What. It's in my contract, read the clauses. Do what!? Lil bitz Does anybody here believe in the Illuminati? I do, but not in the way you would think . I think the main purpose of the Illuminati is just to mindfuck with you. That's it. That's all they do. Like , true, it's probably a like helm of ancient wisdom and knowledge, But also, probably— I think they practically exist, Just to blow your mind. There's no big secret. It's just, “Wtf.” And they're like “Ahaha” ”I know right?!” That's basically the whole thing. L E G E N D S I really liked you. Yeah, I… I know . I really wish I didn't have to kill you. Yeah, I—wait a second. Oh shit! Add more weight. I'm sure I only got this way by soully having sex with Just myself. This is causing problems. That's probably not going to help that whole holding in a fart issue, is it? Can I get some two-year continuity in this bitch? Some gratuity for no incontinence, Some incongruity rooting for you in this bitch? A table for two in this bitchz. {Enter The Multiverse} {Ah, we meet again.} A table for two is set center stage; The spotlight shines dead center the round table, and its centerpiece, a single throned rose, at peak bloom. The rest of the room is a blurred shambles, The two just offstage and unseen in the wings, preparing to duel. We only hear their quick witted exchange of words as the table sits alone, and briefly, ever so slightly, the teardrops of a chandelier begins to shine with the prismatic glow of a swirling… Hmm, wait a second . This is genius at play, But the thing is, It's not work when you love it, And I don't, It's just slipping through the prisms As I just begin to see them I'm sunsure whether the circumstances are. Aromantic or quite ardent And I forget I don't know what day it is Or the seconds counting, As I slip between dimensions And the parallels Are real I guess, But something stressed in this m-theory, Really, do they fear me Or are they all just here to hear me Recently, I see nothing Blind as a bat and I've been so depressed But the stressed is repressed as expressions, Ten seconds in and it only get deeper, I'm keeping her secrets. Guess what. WHAT IS IT CONAN? What a red headed hot mess Do not come closer! I will call the cops on you. Guess what? What! We s ted. Goddamn bro, you are sloshed. I have never seen you this wasted, Jimmy, and that's saying something. Like really saying something. [the festival project ™] You used me as a human shield! Did I—? Yes! Oh, yes I— I did. I forgot. You forgot?! It served its purpose! I guess, *shrugs* Well, jokes on you, because guess what! I'm Tina Fey! What? No you're not. [looks directly in the eye] Oh my god, you're Tina fey. Yes, I am! Okay! So who's Tina Fey then? That's the problem! We don't know! All this and that's the problem? Amongst others! Obviously. Honorable mentions: Sketchers “the uno” As campaign is double zero models with extremely pretty faces- pretty little things that could kill you Pretty Tiny things, as seen on tv Target is winning with their QR code on the commercial, ad game next level Dishonorable mentions I hate the FaceTune ads Nurse ratched's description Lil bitz Man, I love midtown I came out the Equinox It smelled like summer camp and shit No doubt cause something within proximity is on fire, But still. Brooklyn smells like —different than that.. Bruh. Has anyone been to union square lately? All week the whole shit smells like vomited popped corn. All week. Not vomit alone. Not popped corn alone— But actually a perfect polyblend Of vomited popped corn. Lil bitz I just got a cat— Do you understand what it's like To drag a cat through Manhattan? I realized I just became “That guy” For possibly the first time since I even got to New York . It's been a while, so that's good, but— “Cat on a train” Is a whole different level of like “Oh.” I'm like “That's right.” Don't get me wrong, This is not an every day thing. This is just to my apartment Then he's trapped there forever. But let's be serious— “Cat on a train” is like— People aren't exactly happy with you Or think good things about you They're like “Oh” Wel first off, I'm sure they don't know it's a cat, So it's just a box with holes in it Could be anything. “Weirdo” True; I see an indiscriminate box with holes in it that just says “adoption” I'm like “Oh for real that could like; be whatever.” “Omg where are you going with that—thing.” Right? This is my magic guard animal. I brought him for two reasons— One: cause I got a badass cat tree like too long ago And I was sick of looking at it And the litter box it came with just taking up space in my closet; Those two things make up one reason The second reason Is as a suicide deterrent Because at this point, I'm obviously lonely, And so this way, I know I'm less likely to kill my self If I know this fool will just eat me. I'll think about it a little longer And a little harder Before I actually do it. I'll be like “But…which part will he eat?” Right? “Not my face, right?” “Omg that's horrible.” “K nevermind i'll stick it out” He's a magic cat You can tell this dudes just different . I got to the train station and I put the box down And just stuck my finger through one of the holes— You know, just to let him know Cause I figure this has to be a lot for a cat, right? So I stick my finger in the box but I can't see him or anything, so I just stick my finger in, nothing. He's not like sniffing my finger or biting it off or anything, but I figure he's alive, Then the train comes, so I get up to get on the train, And the box just starts vibrating. Then I realize, The guy is purring. We're in an uptown subway station and aparently this dude is about that nonsense. He's chillin. I'm like, “I'm glad you're enjoying this, This is my least favorite part, actually.” My guy. He's different. Now imm the girl on the train with the cat in the box And not to lie, I just figured out what it's like to have no one want to be around you for a minute Which, to me, is cool. I'm like, “Yeah, okay, please actually, Yea, stay away from me.” “Stay away from me and my indiscriminate box.” {Enter The Multiverse} I might be the only person in history To give my cat A stupider name Than he already had. I told you, he's a Magical cat First of all, his other name was technically two names— His name was Mike & Ike— if you don't know, That's two dudes. Okay, so he's at least two guys, But I might be the only one so far To go the extra mile and instead of gratifying this failure of a name, I named him what the fuck he was supposed to be called. Cause I knew that. He came to me in a dream, And he told me “Atticus Catticus” {Enter The Multiverse} Copyright 2019 © The Complex Collective © [The Festival Project ™] All Rights Reserved -Ū.

Eyes, eyes— who's got eyes?! Here, I have eyes. I don't want yours. What? Why not?! Eyes, eyes, buys and trades—! The day I met Atticus catticus, I by some strange coincidence also discovered “Toonces” …and however startling it was that they looked just alike, the cat himself had other strangenesses about him that I couldn't seem to shake. The other adjustments were yet to have taken place, but the cat did seem to be armed with a certain spirit, that did indeed show me immidiately things I might have otherwise missed. Still, it was true that this weirdness might have been misinterpreted, but however shallow my aspirations remained to the theatre world, or the world at large, it seems as though there was just stil some kind of strange connection with Saturday Night Live I couldn't shake. Almost like it followed me everywhere. BIG JIMMY runs SIN CENTRE at SIN CITY, an exclusive bar and restaurant in Las Vegas. You don't know about Sin Centre at Sin City?' No. It's the premier underground boutique for all of what happens in Vegas— or, what didn't, if you know what I'm saying. I'm sure I don't z I'm sure I don't either *winks* I need magnesium; Creep level fantastic, I wreak of havoc I wreck the fanflick Fanfiction? Now i'm fired, Give up! I'm a channel Back to the hard part Look at me! I'm getting Eleven miles an hour Isn't it strange how Just this morning In the kitchen I was thinking How I just love Sarah Silverman And how The chemistry with Kimmel is – Creep level: fantastic THen, If this is episodic, I'm not the only one who feels this way about it I might be a bad guy I like the darkness I might be the bad type, I like, Flirt with darkness Jp Did you write this?! I–i think i did. You think? I have forgetfulness syndrome! Why is everybody falling in love? But i”m alone Maybe I'm not supposed to have love So i'm alone But Too many talks to tell, I can't want, But i'm alone, And still Everybody wants to have love And i'm alone I have this weird theory that to be a female And get booked on Seth Meyers Not only should you be kind of almost probably famous But definitely under 120 pounds. Lil Bitz I'm telling you! he's Slytherin! Do you watch the show? Watch the show! Every female he interviews has anorexia! Not a joke! Watch the show. He has a copy of moby dick on his desk! What's that about!? Slytherin! Slytherin! So the question is: Can i fill five minutes with this? Puh This kid. Wondering about five minutes When she really needs an hour of material And a material witness This depression is actually the worst I've been Since I escaped prison. I should have went to Princeton. I should never run for president. Amen. I told you, republican! A bold move, and the light I'm on— Tonight, I'm fowl I get a grin Tonight, I prowl I'm off again. I haven't been this incandescent Since Information on Ronald Regan Came to surface This: his Indiscretions send my regrets to lettermen I haven't had it better since. Gavel gavel gavel! And I ramble ramble ramble on The mouse that lights to gamble Likes the Kat and tattoo addicts But the fans just can't acknowledge That we're on in the apocalypse I gotta get my marks up Or a proposition predicate Or advocates on terror Where's the war you ordered Not another table Kill the waitress Heal the sparrow Right the old case in a letter Harrow, harrow Case is waiting And I've yet to make it Everything I do just makes me Faint, Like I'm exasperated and exhausted All at the same time Call out my mantras— Look, I'm a loser Out in the open Promise Provoke my promocuity once more And I'll get you all fired. Fired! Fired! Fired! You look good in a tux Good suit and tie Good at the desk, boss, Ma? She's a Hard crier I got divorces, Widowers, Window surfaces on a horcrux Hard wires, And hard times on a jarred door Oh! Yeah. It's hard coming to terms with death When your afterlife is Jay Leno on a long highway In stuck traffic And you got to think “I know that guy” But no you don't, You're far from it and still Show hosts aren't for hire In the aqueduct construction, For I? Seth Meyers, young soul! Very hard, but good to know him. Kimmel had a tough crowd, But Fear, I've bartered hard to order. Fries with that? Oh noooooooo! He stopped dying his greys He's been writing for days And he's stuck in his ways: Cheerios are too sweet honey-nutted And honey nutted my rebuttal on live broadcast I finally got comcast, I finally went all broke Ahhh, we're gonna die. I guarantee you, this is that. Tuesday— midnight. What goes on. Didn't I tell you not to talk to me?! They know everything. Don't you know by now I can't be trusted? If I try to call We'll get disconnected And this interception Has been live broadcasted– So I get the picture This is all disaster. Took a number, Run hard, I get there faster [The Festival Project ™ ] For everybody else, Life goes on But mine has not So it feels more like sickness Than just fan fiction {Enter The Multiverse} Copyright 2019 © The Complex Collective © [The Festival Project ™] All Rights Reserved -Ū.

Superman (2025): Ethics, Hope, and the Power of Choice • A Special Hiatus EpisodeMatthew and Riki welcome frequent guest Jessica Plummer to a discussion of James Gunn's take on Superman, exploring how this version challenges both the character and audiences to think differently about power, responsibility, and hope.Key Ethical Questions We ExploreShould Superman intervene in international conflicts? The hosts examine the film's most compelling scene: Lois Lane's hard-hitting interview with Superman about his decision to stop a military invasion. This sequence raises fundamental questions about sovereignty, journalism, and the responsibility that comes with ultimate power. The discussion reveals how the film sits in the tension between idealism and pragmatism, ultimately landing on Superman's simple but powerful argument: "People are dying."What makes this Superman different from previous versions? Unlike other portrayals that emphasize Superman's alien heritage as a source of wisdom, this film flips the script. Here, Krypton's message promotes authoritarian rule, making Superman's choice to embrace the values taught by Martha and Jonathan Kent entirely his own decision. This shift gives Clark Kent true agency as a hero, something the hosts argue has been missing from previous films.What role should journalism play in holding heroes accountable? Lois Lane's portrayal as an investigative journalist who challenges Superman creates a fascinating dynamic. The hosts discuss how her questions—while sometimes cynical—ultimately make Superman a better hero, and how their relationship models the importance of being challenged by those we love and respect.For fans of ethical philosophy, superhero narratives, or anyone interested in how entertainment shapes our moral imagination, this episode provides both entertainment and genuine food for thought about what it means to be good in a complicated world.Regular Episodes Return in September! **************************************************************************This episode is a production of Superhero Ethics, a The Ethical Panda Podcast and part of the TruStory FM Entertainment Podcast Network. Check our our website to find out more about this and our sister podcast Star Wars Generations.We want to hear from you! You can keep up with our latest news, and send us feedback, questions, or comments via social media or email.Email: Matthew@TheEthicalPanda.comFacebook: TheEthicalPandaInstagram: TheEthicalPandaPodcastsTwitter: EthicalPanda77Or you can join jump into the Star Wars Generations and Superhero Ethics channels on the TruStory FM Discord.Want to get access to even more content while supporting the podcast? Become a member! For $5 a month, or $55 a year you get access to bonus episodes and bonus content at the end of most episodes. Sign up on the podcast's main page. You can even give membership as a gift!You can also support our podcasts through our sponsors:Purchase a lightsaber from Level Up Sabers run by friend of the podcast Neighborhood Master AlanUse Audible for audiobooks. Sign up for a one year membership or gift one through this link.Purchase any media discussed this week through our sponsored links.

Gail Carriger and Piper J. Drake briefly check back in regarding their unplanned hiatus to assure listeners of their (imminent) return. – – –  Special thanks to Kelly for editing this episode! Thanks for listening. Travel smart. Pack the snacks!  – – –  Get your question featured on an episode by saying hi on social media:       Facebook.com/20minDelay      @20minDelay      @PiperJDrake      @GailCarriger Use the hashtag: #20mindelaypodcast

Due to my schedule I will be taking a break for the month of August. You can now find my music on various streaming platforms! https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/alseeger/the-creepypasta-album-3 https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/alseeger/the-backrooms-vibe-music-inspired-by-the-backrooms https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/alseeger/metal-revolution-2 https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/alseeger/strange-sounds-afoot-soundtrack-for-horror-role-playing-games https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/alseeger/dungeons-and-drumbeats You can also look me up on YouTube Music.  

In this episode of the Anime+ Podcast, Aray and Aunn break down the biggest anime headlines from July 2025! From Netflix's announcement of a live-action Solo Leveling series, to the legendary return of Bobobo-bo Bo-bobo (yes, really) — there's a lot to get into.We talk about new anime adaptations on the horizon like Unmei no Makimodo Shi, MAO, Smoking Behind the Supermarket with You, Golden Kamuy's final arc, and the Wind Breaker tracing controversy that put the webtoon on pause.Also in this jam-packed news drop:

Send us a textWhat if we told you that there was an ingenious retelling of Emily Bronte's Wuthering Heights set in post-war Japan that also has shades of Middlemarch and The Great Gatsby? Minae Mizumura's A True Novel, first published in 2002, checks all those boxes and more. Joining us to discuss A True Novel is Lavanya Krishnan, co-founder of the literary book subscription Boxwalla. (This episode originally aired in 2023).Discussed in this episode: A True Novel by Minae Mizumura Lavanya Krishnan, BoxwallaAlexander CheeWuthering Heights by Emily BronteThe Great Gatsby by F. Scott FitzgeraldMiddlemarch by George Eliot “Why I Write What I Write” by Minae MizumuraWriting Routines with Minae MizumuraThe Brothers Karamazov by Fyodor DostoyevskyLight and Darkness, Continued by Minae MizumuraAn I Novel from Left to Right by Minae MizumuraA Heart So White by Javier Marías Autobiography of Red by Anne CarsonThe Diary of an Invasion by Andrey KurkovTime Shelter by Georgi GospodinovSupport the showFor episodes and show notes, visit: LostLadiesofLit.comSubscribe to our substack newsletter. Follow us on instagram @lostladiesoflit. Email us: Contact — Lost Ladies of Lit Podcast

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When you're out of practice, it can be hard to bring yourself to get back into the flow of practicing and singing again.    Chances are, you're in your head about what your voice will sound like, dreading the judgment you'll face from yourself when you open your mouth to sing for the first time in a long time.   Before you even think about which vocal warm up exercises to use or which vocalises to start with, you're stuck in the paralysis of self-doubt, judgment, and perfectionism ~ leading to procrastination and resistance and avoidance.   You want singing to FEEL good… but when your voice is rusty, it doesn't.  It doesn't feel good.  It feels sluggish and clunky.  But beating yourself up about it doesn't feel good either.   So if it's been awhile since you last sang and you want to get back into it ~ but without all the negative mind chatter ~ here are 5 truths to remember as you start singing again, so you can walk into your practice session with a clear mind and an open heart.  

Some music and sounds in this podcast by @itslucakoala In this BRAND NEW podcast episode — Brittany (your podcast host) drops a fun solo episode for the month of August! It's BABY MONTH FOR HER so she is wrapping up the year with 2 final episodes for YOU- her loyal listeners before going on a maternity leave. In this episode Brittany talks about her dad coming to visit North Carolina. Britt also spends majority of the episode filling her loyal listeners in on how amazing the most recent ‘Child Loss Awareness' event was for all that attended during June of 2025. Her and husband Ryan Dull are very grateful to have put on such a meaningful event for the local community — having raised a little over $7,000.00 in under a year for grief support means the world to them! And they are both very appreciative of all who helped in that feat.  She hopes you all enjoy this episode! Discussed in this episode — Brittany fills listeners in on her dad's quick yet fun trip to North Carolina —  Bringing awareness to child loss for the second time!  — The outline for when the event was planned - who helped? How did it get started? — Brittany discusses which special vendors and resource tables attended— silent auction and so much more! — Brittany discusses Trellis and the importance of support. Check presentation and throwing out the first pitch at the ballpark! — And much more! AG1: NEXT GEN JUST LAUNCHED! So subscribe today to try the Next Gen of AG1! If you use my link, you'll also get a FREE bottle of AG D3K2, an AG1 Welcome Kit, AND 5 of the upgraded AG1 travel packs with your first order. So make sure to check out DrinkAG1.com/bosbabes to get started with AG1's Next Gen and notice the benefits for yourself.   For all of your furniture needs please be sure to check out Highpoint Furniture Sales. They are fully family owned and operated with 1 great location in the state of North Carolina— visit their showroom In High Point or shop their website highpointfurnituresales.com — they offer white glove delivery and set up services nationwide! For your triad area realty needs please get in touch with Amy Cromer of ‘Cromer Property Group'. Visit her website today for more information www.cromerpropertygroup.com Luca Koala FREE music on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/5kepJgtnHDGsvYiLlKXQ03?si=wZKjnpjvTXSXz-qnBOkX7w

The Hiatus is Over!! The Jones boys return to run through all the sports topics that matter most. Press play sit back and hear them riff on it all...

The second half of Season 3 will premiere September 2nd. See you then!

Once Upon A Coconut Like Nesquik out da can I think it, then I can Need a guru, I'm the man In supply I got demand Need a sample mail it to you I arrive like out the blue dude Do you influence multitudes of groups? Unusual Every day all black Just like I pull up to da funural Respect; I keep it mutual Interests and got intellect, delicable like Ecuadorian bananas in DeLorean Or waffles with some syrup on it Sir up in my stirrups: wanted Not about the gossip But it's possible I'll ponder on it Somber I got calmer on em Sub I put a collar on I pull up in the suburbs in a suburban And get my mother on, For father's sake I put the cock in peacock On my color guard I call that comical Scouts honor I don't go to comicon Unless I gotta talk about the robot that I roll up on Or Show up on the show I wrote But no this ain't no 30 Rock My references out of date And my resources out of order But for the record I sort of shudder When forced to watch that law and order show I just don't SVU Omg I don't envy you, I'd rather NV just to EDC so you could see me On TV or In the booth That would be cool —da guru. JOEL ZIMMERMAN wakes up to find three dead mice all lined up in a row; he is uneasy (despite his expression for the most part, remarkably unchanged) —as this is the sure sign of a nemesis. It may even be SKRILLEX. Immidiately he moves through the kitchen and past at least four SUPERMODELS and into the room Where he keeps his mau5 heads— Each of them have been very specifically mutilated, besides one, kept—again—remarkably— intact. It seems to have been activated by a motion censor. It relays a musical message, then explodes. ☠️ ☠️ ☠️ …yes, this was definitely Skrillex. But then— Who really is Skrillex? who really is anybody? More philosophical questions. It seems time for a long ride with some hot girls— And, maybe— A call to the old “friend” {Enter The Multiverse} DILLON FRANCIS is awaiting a very important call. He should know something about this. The phone isn't ringing yet, but it will. DEADMAU5 crashes though the entire wall in an ARMORED SUPERCAR. …or that. — then the phone rings. …it's JOEL. {Enter The Multiverse} Don't worry, I hate you. Good, Jesus Christ. I'm fucking the God version of you in my half sleep More like, Dead on straight Lovemaking Of light proportions But no problem It is all just another portion of a program, Another fierce projection of obsession— So what? I have four of 'em. (I bore them, And they all ignore me.) I woke up this morning After napping in New York On a walkway between Two okay casinos in Vegas But don't know which ones Or what it's called Somewhere between the Encore And the Fashion Show I probably should get back, you know I got a court date coming up I'm on, New York It's really what you wanted Did I leave another Jim unattended from this show Oh, of course The Jim Crow Era! Now that's relevant And scary isn't isn't it? I'm sober But I told you, bro The show is over I gotta protect my sponsorship orders of Coconut water I work under informants For Nothing under the table I'm so under toxic sonic torture I've been disabled I re-upped on all the pancake But I'm out of maple syrup So here's seven for the sixes; I'm severing all connections, I'm severely out of order And I'm running out of water, Look, Call Mr. remarkable And tell him I'm in a mark up Had a hallmark card for Dillon's mother But gave it a second thought and Sent it as a thank you card for my aunt, —The original sponsor; And I should probably hawk or pawn the rock But that would be a whole total disaster, I fucking promise I T S A N A M Y T H Y S T So— Enjoy the mix; (It's a shit one) It'll be a distant and short hiatus, But either way, I gotta make Electricity and rent Without filling it with my purpose so, I gotta cut the show off I'm toppled over at the plaza Laugh at it if you will, But only if it's real I wrote my will and posted it I live and die inside this show I came to the city to live But it's just dying in New York If you go broke and only does your art support you — there's the notice; Couldn't leave you cold Just cause my heart is. [The Festival Project ™] The Complex Collective © {Enter The Multiverse} L E G E N D S & Tales of a Superstar DJ Returns This Fall on All Platforms. thanks for listening. -Ū

Once Upon A Coconut Like Nesquik out da can I think it, then I can Need a guru, I'm the man In supply I got demand Need a sample mail it to you I arrive like out the blue dude Do you influence multitudes of groups? Unusual Every day all black Just like I pull up to da funural Respect; I keep it mutual Interests and got intellect, delicable like Ecuadorian bananas in DeLorean Or waffles with some syrup on it Sir up in my stirrups: wanted Not about the gossip But it's possible I'll ponder on it Somber I got calmer on em Sub I put a collar on I pull up in the suburbs in a suburban And get my mother on, For father's sake I put the cock in peacock On my color guard I call that comical Scouts honor I don't go to comicon Unless I gotta talk about the robot that I roll up on Or Show up on the show I wrote But no this ain't no 30 Rock My references out of date And my resources out of order But for the record I sort of shudder When forced to watch that law and order show I just don't SVU Omg I don't envy you, I'd rather NV just to EDC so you could see me On TV or In the booth That would be cool —da guru. JOEL ZIMMERMAN wakes up to find three dead mice all lined up in a row; he is uneasy (despite his expression for the most part, remarkably unchanged) —as this is the sure sign of a nemesis. It may even be SKRILLEX. Immidiately he moves through the kitchen and past at least four SUPERMODELS and into the room Where he keeps his mau5 heads— Each of them have been very specifically mutilated, besides one, kept—again—remarkably— intact. It seems to have been activated by a motion censor. It relays a musical message, then explodes. ☠️ ☠️ ☠️ …yes, this was definitely Skrillex. But then— Who really is Skrillex? who really is anybody? More philosophical questions. It seems time for a long ride with some hot girls— And, maybe— A call to the old “friend” {Enter The Multiverse} DILLON FRANCIS is awaiting a very important call. He should know something about this. The phone isn't ringing yet, but it will. DEADMAU5 crashes though the entire wall in an ARMORED SUPERCAR. …or that. — then the phone rings. …it's JOEL. {Enter The Multiverse} Don't worry, I hate you. Good, Jesus Christ. I'm fucking the God version of you in my half sleep More like, Dead on straight Lovemaking Of light proportions But no problem It is all just another portion of a program, Another fierce projection of obsession— So what? I have four of 'em. (I bore them, And they all ignore me.) I woke up this morning After napping in New York On a walkway between Two okay casinos in Vegas But don't know which ones Or what it's called Somewhere between the Encore And the Fashion Show I probably should get back, you know I got a court date coming up I'm on, New York It's really what you wanted Did I leave another Jim unattended from this show Oh, of course The Jim Crow Era! Now that's relevant And scary isn't isn't it? I'm sober But I told you, bro The show is over I gotta protect my sponsorship orders of Coconut water I work under informants For Nothing under the table I'm so under toxic sonic torture I've been disabled I re-upped on all the pancake But I'm out of maple syrup So here's seven for the sixes; I'm severing all connections, I'm severely out of order And I'm running out of water, Look, Call Mr. remarkable And tell him I'm in a mark up Had a hallmark card for Dillon's mother But gave it a second thought and Sent it as a thank you card for my aunt, —The original sponsor; And I should probably hawk or pawn the rock But that would be a whole total disaster, I fucking promise I T S A N A M Y T H Y S T So— Enjoy the mix; (It's a shit one) It'll be a distant and short hiatus, But either way, I gotta make Electricity and rent Without filling it with my purpose so, I gotta cut the show off I'm toppled over at the plaza Laugh at it if you will, But only if it's real I wrote my will and posted it I live and die inside this show I came to the city to live But it's just dying in New York If you go broke and only does your art support you — there's the notice; Couldn't leave you cold Just cause my heart is. [The Festival Project ™] The Complex Collective © {Enter The Multiverse} L E G E N D S & Tales of a Superstar DJ Returns This Fall on All Platforms. thanks for listening. -Ū

Once Upon A Coconut Like Nesquik out da can I think it, then I can Need a guru, I'm the man In supply I got demand Need a sample mail it to you I arrive like out the blue dude Do you influence multitudes of groups? Unusual Every day all black Just like I pull up to da funural Respect; I keep it mutual Interests and got intellect, delicable like Ecuadorian bananas in DeLorean Or waffles with some syrup on it Sir up in my stirrups: wanted Not about the gossip But it's possible I'll ponder on it Somber I got calmer on em Sub I put a collar on I pull up in the suburbs in a suburban And get my mother on, For father's sake I put the cock in peacock On my color guard I call that comical Scouts honor I don't go to comicon Unless I gotta talk about the robot that I roll up on Or Show up on the show I wrote But no this ain't no 30 Rock My references out of date And my resources out of order But for the record I sort of shudder When forced to watch that law and order show I just don't SVU Omg I don't envy you, I'd rather NV just to EDC so you could see me On TV or In the booth That would be cool —da guru. JOEL ZIMMERMAN wakes up to find three dead mice all lined up in a row; he is uneasy (despite his expression for the most part, remarkably unchanged) —as this is the sure sign of a nemesis. It may even be SKRILLEX. Immidiately he moves through the kitchen and past at least four SUPERMODELS and into the room Where he keeps his mau5 heads— Each of them have been very specifically mutilated, besides one, kept—again—remarkably— intact. It seems to have been activated by a motion censor. It relays a musical message, then explodes. ☠️ ☠️ ☠️ …yes, this was definitely Skrillex. But then— Who really is Skrillex? who really is anybody? More philosophical questions. It seems time for a long ride with some hot girls— And, maybe— A call to the old “friend” {Enter The Multiverse} DILLON FRANCIS is awaiting a very important call. He should know something about this. The phone isn't ringing yet, but it will. DEADMAU5 crashes though the entire wall in an ARMORED SUPERCAR. …or that. — then the phone rings. …it's JOEL. {Enter The Multiverse} Don't worry, I hate you. Good, Jesus Christ. I'm fucking the God version of you in my half sleep More like, Dead on straight Lovemaking Of light proportions But no problem It is all just another portion of a program, Another fierce projection of obsession— So what? I have four of 'em. (I bore them, And they all ignore me.) I woke up this morning After napping in New York On a walkway between Two okay casinos in Vegas But don't know which ones Or what it's called Somewhere between the Encore And the Fashion Show I probably should get back, you know I got a court date coming up I'm on, New York It's really what you wanted Did I leave another Jim unattended from this show Oh, of course The Jim Crow Era! Now that's relevant And scary isn't isn't it? I'm sober But I told you, bro The show is over I gotta protect my sponsorship orders of Coconut water I work under informants For Nothing under the table I'm so under toxic sonic torture I've been disabled I re-upped on all the pancake But I'm out of maple syrup So here's seven for the sixes; I'm severing all connections, I'm severely out of order And I'm running out of water, Look, Call Mr. remarkable And tell him I'm in a mark up Had a hallmark card for Dillon's mother But gave it a second thought and Sent it as a thank you card for my aunt, —The original sponsor; And I should probably hawk or pawn the rock But that would be a whole total disaster, I fucking promise I T S A N A M Y T H Y S T So— Enjoy the mix; (It's a shit one) It'll be a distant and short hiatus, But either way, I gotta make Electricity and rent Without filling it with my purpose so, I gotta cut the show off I'm toppled over at the plaza Laugh at it if you will, But only if it's real I wrote my will and posted it I live and die inside this show I came to the city to live But it's just dying in New York If you go broke and only does your art support you — there's the notice; Couldn't leave you cold Just cause my heart is. [The Festival Project ™] The Complex Collective © {Enter The Multiverse} L E G E N D S & Tales of a Superstar DJ Returns This Fall on All Platforms. thanks for listening. -Ū

Competition at the country club; I must admit I haven't had the habit yet Of psyching out the competition But I haven't even had it yet I'm simply always better and ahead (especially in blind audiences and unpaid promotion numbers) Taking out the competition Everything is tailored custom made and never miss an invitation Simple stocks and bonds You've got more toxic numbers Groms, And undercrossed fingers Simple stocks and bongs You don't belong here But you're locked in as a blonde here James bond bandit And Jennifer Anniston's antics (only water and cucumber, Never salt or carbs I'm hardly even made of carbon, You know Ha Ha Ha.) Mr. Always. Mr. Present. Mr. Precise. Mr. Heaven Mr. Rampage Mr. Me, right? Mr. Yeah Right Mr. Maybe Mr. Mistake Mr. Thank You Mr. Please Me Mr. You're late But where's Mr. Headache? But where's the Kardashian? But where's Mr. Be Straight and On Time And Unconscious? And where's Mr. These Days? And where's Mr. Keep a blade in your pocket? Cause you're one to one with the whole lot of Obstacles So there you are again Throw you off your horse? There must be a room for this Or a template. L E G E N D S That leaving you have in your feeling as a heart… Don't want to watch to go but want Want Want Lost the for you wonder don't know Younger water but I Want Want Want Dealing with my broken parts Underground and in the storage room I don't know what's left of earth But last I heard of her The world was broken I want the window the closed But it won't minimize Left the top open Might as well have been the door I used to lock them, But not anymore The whole world is stolen V.o. You know that magic trick where you're bending a spoon with your mind? BLŪ pulls a BAKING SHEET out of the OVEN with a melted plastic spoon on it. This isn't like that at all. HANZEL Yu Vere Bazically Vurking Wit Nazis. Shh! Don't Say that! HANZEL CONT'D (Shrugging dismissively) Vhat. Jew Vere. {Enter The Multiverse} I got six press kits Costs a fee to book a gig Come with me you could get ditched Come to Vegas, Could get Hitched (Real Love!) I don't wanna take your time up, Cause that be some of mine, hun N if you're tryna find fun, Should probably bring the wine Techno but need a nine? No Ten, I am a diamond Stevie, I'm a blind ya Wonder if that's a low blow But none of that's below me Know you know I ain't your homie I'm the only on who know me Not a worry, I believe you— You don't need me,I don't need you Now you See me: No you don't—Hope to see me {Enter The Multiverse} The Complex Collective © [The Festival Project, Inc. ™ ] -Ū.

@PermissionToStanPodcast on Instagram (DM us & Join Our Broadcast Channel!) & TikTok!NEW Podcast Episodes every THURSDAY! Please support us by Favoriting, Following, Subscribing, & Sharing for more KPOP talk!SEVENTEEN & VIVIZ announces World Tour w/ North America stopsComebacks: BOA, KIIKII, NAEVIS, JEON SOMI, KEY (SHINEE), AMPERS&ONEMusic Videos: BLACKPINK, ENHYPEN, YEONJUN (TXT - TOMORROW X TOGETHER), MEOVV, TWICEKCON LA Plans: Going to Day 2 & Day 3 HAYLEE is excited for JACKSON WANG, ZEROBASEONE (ZB1), RIIZEJOCO is excited for MEOVV, ALLDAY PROJECT, NMIXX, I-DLEMONSTA X maknae I.M on health leave hiatus for chronic back pain2025 The Face Music Awards lineup is insane: STRAY KIDS, AESPA, IVE, NEXZ, BOYNEXTDOOR, NMIXX, NCT WISH, KIIKII, HEARTS2HEARTS, MEOVV, AHOF, ENHYPEN, ZEROBASEONE, CLOSE YOUR EYES, TWST-ARA celebrates 16th AnniversaryFIFTY FIFTY CHANELLE & HANA sings and slays rendition of "Golden"KPOP Demon Hunters becomes the most watched Animated Film on NetflixBTS JUNGKOOK shows off new chest piece to sleeve tatooNEWJEANS visited BTS V in the MilitarySTRAY KIDS breaks attendance record in France with 120,000 STAYSTRAY KIDS teases new album "KARMA" & finally wrapping up World TourSupport this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/permission-to-stan-podcast-kpop-multistans/donationsAdvertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

Hey all, we just wanted to let you know that we are doing a little podcast hiatus, while Corey and I both take some time off in the summer and enjoy time with our families. We will be back with a new episode in a few weeks. Until then, look over the archives. There may be an episode or two that you've missed. We've been doing this podcast for a long time now and we have over 200 episodes. So maybe there's one you've missed or maybe there's a favorite one that you would like to revisit. And also if you love the show, please take the time to rate and review us and make sure you're following the show so you don't miss an episode when we do come back. Thanks for being such a great listener and can't wait to come back to you in this space. See you soon!

Are you really living at your highest potential or just coasting in the illusion of “busy”?After a six-month hiatus, I'm pulling back the curtain on why I stepped away from the mic, the hard lessons I learned about business, identity, and alignment, and how those shifts have redefined the way I coach high-performing men and women. In this episode, I share the messy reality behind the scenes on why I hit pause, what it taught me about serving the right people, and what's ahead as we rebuild with more clarity, impact, and purpose.If you're driven to rise above mediocrity in health, business, and life, this episode will reframe how you think about success, structure, and lasting transformation.Episode Timeline: 00:05 – Episode Preview01:22 – Podcast Intro02:07 – Why This Episode Matters Now02:32 – Why I Took a 6-Month Break05:23 – Who We Truly Serve Best07:06 – Why I Hit Pause on Content08:29 – Coaching High Performers Differently09:08 – What to Expect in Future Episodes09:46 – Breaking the All-or-Nothing Trap10:54 – Structure Beats Restriction11:30 – Real-Life Fitness & Lifestyle Strategy13:19 – Guests Who Walk the Talk14:59 – Final Thoughts15:18 – Ben Brown's Free Resources16:41 – Podcast OutroLinks & Resources:Connect with Ben on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/bodysystemscoaching/Learn more about Ben's coaching programs: www.bodysystems.comSubscribe to the Smart Nutrition Made Simple Show on Apple Podcasts | Spotify | YouTube

We are no longer an anime podcast, and are now a Flat Earth podcast! Just kidding—we're still an anti-Black Clover podcast.Today, we update you on our lives, including Saif moving in with his fiancée, which has seriously tanked his anime consumption.  Don't worry though, he still watches way more than your average weeb and has plenty to say about the Summer 2024 Season!Please send us some fan mail at notonlyanimepodcast@gmail.com and we'll answer it on our next episode! Interested in getting a (Not) Only;Anime Podcast t-shirt? Send in your size with your fan mail. And follow us on Instagram and Twitter @notonlyanimepod------------------------------Time Markers:7:45 - Summer 2024 Anime Season Review------------------------------Recorded January 8th, 2025

After months of hiatus, the podcasters are finally getting their groove back—hearts spilled, tea sipped, and truths unpacked. Missed by many who replayed old episodes, some held onto hope, and one thing's for sure: the story isn't over yet.

Mike Ferguson in the Morning- Hulk Hogan passed away from cardiac arrest at the age of 71- The View is going on Hiatus. Here's to hoping it's permanent. -The Left has been given lots of ammunition to use for the primaries, and yet they seem to want to use it to shoot themselves in the foot. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

The View is going on "Hiatus", who the hell would pay ten million on Joe Biden's memoir and Hulk Hogan has passed at age 71.  Visit the Howie Carr Radio Network website to access columns, podcasts, and other exclusive content.

Brett Glaze joins us for National Tequila day for a very special announcement! See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Hiatus has ended, and welcome back to the podcast after the two-year break! This one features discussions of The Trump Administration, the failures of the Democratic Party, general mayhem and mirth as River and Hells catch up and get back on the microphones and back in the saddleNew episodes every Thursday morning.

With the Red Sonja reboot on the horizon, ScreenTime's Cas Harlow chats with director MJ Bassett about bringing the iconic Robert E. Howard character back to the screen in just three months. They discuss her roots in filmmaking, shifting from horror to TV action, filming in Africa, and the future of AI in cinema - plus a surprising flaw in modern CGI most fans don't notice.

Send us a textWoman yearns for child, adopts orangutan instead. Disaster ensues. That's the premise of Gertrude Trevelyan's wonderfully bizarre 1932 novel, Appius and Virginia. We're joined in this encore episode by guest Brad Bigelow, whose obsession with obscure books was celebrated in the 2016 New Yorker profile “The Custodian of Forgotten Books.” Discussed in this episode: Appius and Virginia by G.E. TrevelyanEvery Which Way But Loose (1978 Film)Black MirrorThe Twilight ZoneNeglectedBooks.com“The Custodian of Forgotten Books” (The New Yorker)His Monkey Wife by John CollierDorothy RichardsonMay SinclaireFlowers for Algernon by Daniel KeyesRoom by Emma DonohueBear by Marian EngelOxford's Lady Margaret HallNewdigate PrizeA Room of One's Own by Virginia Woolf Hot-House by G.E. Trevelyan“If She Was a Bloke, She'd Still Be In Print” (The Guardian)Virginia FaulknerLost Ladies of Lit Episode 41 on Edith Lewis with Melissa HomesteadSupport the showFor episodes and show notes, visit: LostLadiesofLit.comSubscribe to our substack newsletter. Follow us on instagram @lostladiesoflit. Email us: Contact — Lost Ladies of Lit Podcast

Join us as we dive into the inspiring story of Justin Fiske, the newly crowned co-American record holder in the masters road mile. After a 15-year hiatus from running, Justin shares how he reignited his passion during the pandemic, leading to a sub-2:30 and other electric performances . Discover his journey from casual 5Ks to tying the American record, and how community (Justin is a resident of Detroit) and resilience played a pivotal role in his success. Key Highlights: Justin's return to running during the pandemic and his journey back to competitive racing. The importance of community and social support in achieving athletic goals. Insights into training, overcoming mental barriers, and the role of modern technology in running. Justin's perspective on potential and breaking stereotypes about aging athletes. You can follow Justin at www.instagram.com/justinfiske. Sponsors ASICS - Pre-order the upcoming METASPEED Edge and Sky Tokyo that drop on July 24 at ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠www.asics.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠. Boulderthon - Named among the Top 10 races in the U.S. by USA Today and one of the Best Fall Marathons by Runner's World, Boulderthon, is quickly becoming a must-run event for runners across the country. Whether you're up for a 5K, 10K, half-marathon, or the marathon, Boulderthon offers a race for every level of runner. Sign up today at ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Boulderthon.org⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ and use code Rambling20 for $20 off the 13.1 or 26.2! See you in Boulder! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Brady Knowlton grew up in the outdoors. That passion would take him all over the world hunting and fishing as a young man. On which many of those trips he would accompany his older brother Corey, a renown international big game hunter and longtime friend of the show. Brady recounts some of those experiences including [...]

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New episodes posts every Wednesday at 12PM CST/10AM PST! This show is possible thanks to the support of our Patrons. Consider becoming one today at https://www.patreon.com/nartech JOIN OUR DISCORD! Get in on the action and discuss all things PlayStation and gaming with fellow fans. It's the perfect place to talk games, music, movies, and of course the podcast! https://discord.gg/cEvKzqm Twitch: https://www.twitch.tv/nartechgaming Email/Tweet us your thoughts & suggestions: X (formerly Twitter): https://www.twitter.com/TriangleSqrd Email: trianglesquaredpodcast@gmail.com PSN ID's: Add us! Brett - Chaimera086, Sol - MeteoricDemise, Chris - Figz21k ------------------------------------- 0:00 - Is Talking About Promotional Material 'Spoiling' a Game? 10:40 - Chris Tries Dead Cells DLC 18:15 - Kingdom Hearts Clicking for Chris? 50:40 - Death Stranding 2's Approach to Gameplay vs Storytelling 1:10:23 - Question: Top 3 Games We've Played This Year? 1:21:55 - EA Closing Another Studio & NFS Franchise in Limbo 1:24:50 - Microsoft Hiring After Mass Layoffs 1:33:51 - Question: Brett's Insane NFS Opinion 1:35: 07 - The Last of Us 2 Chronological Update 1:43:15 - Question: Do We Have Platinums That Aren't Attainable Anymore? 1:54:56 - Neil Druckman Leaves HBO's The Last of Us 1:56:44 - Velvet's Corner: Which Death Stranding Affliction Would We Rather Have? -------------------------------------

Go behind the music and uncover the secrets of one of the world's most iconic supergroups. In this episode, award-winning Swedish music journalist Jan Gradvall joins us to reveal The Story of ABBA, drawing from his new book, "The Story of ABBA: Melancholy Undercover." We explore the fascinating human drama, the cultural clashes, and the surprising musical genius that propelled a band from Sweden to global domination. What is the shocking truth behind their happiest songs? Jan Gradvall, who has interviewed all four members, pulls back the curtain on the legends.From their formation as two couples who stumbled into a magical sound, to their complex journey through the pop world, this is The Story of ABBA as you've never heard it before. We start with their detailed ABBA Eurovision History, from the 1973 competition they lost in Sweden with "Ring Ring" to their game-changing 1974 victory with "Waterloo"—a glam-rock-infused pop track that broke the mold. Jan explains how the band faced intense opposition from the ABBA Progg Movement, a left-wing cultural force in Sweden that despised their commercial, capitalist sound and questioned their art. This deep dive uncovers the core of their unique sound, a concept Benny Andersson calls "Melancholy Undercover." Learn how the long, dark Scandinavian winters infused their music with a deep Swedish Melancholy in Music, creating a bittersweet feeling even in their most upbeat anthems, a sound rooted in Swedish folk traditions and Benny's accordion.Beyond the cultural context, we explore the incredible and often overlooked talent of Agnetha Fältskog, musician. While many focused on her looks, Agnetha was the only member who could read music, an accomplished classical piano player, and a prolific songwriter in her own right. Jan Gradvall shares insights from his personal interviews with all four members, revealing why Björn Ulvaeus can't remember being on tour and how the rhythm for "Take a Chance on Me" came from the sound of him jogging. We discuss how the band never officially broke up, the 90s revival sparked by the gay community and artists like Kurt Cobain, and the origins of global phenomena like the musical Chess and the stage and film sensation Mamma Mia. This is the definitive inside look at the band's journey, their conflicts, their creative process, and how they became more popular today than ever before.ABOUT OUR GUEST:Jan Gradvall is an award-winning writer and one of Sweden's most respected music journalists. With over 40 years of experience, he has cultivated a close journalistic relationship with ABBA, having been the first journalist to conduct in-depth interviews with all four members for a single story. He is also an instrumental founder of the Swedish Music Hall of Fame. His book, "The Story of ABBA: Melancholy Undercover," is built on his decades of work and unique access to the band.TIMESTAMPS / CHAPTERS:(00:00) Introduction to ABBA's Hidden Story(02:09) ABBA's Eurovision History: From 'Ring Ring' to 'Waterloo'(07:30) Clashing with the Culture: ABBA vs. Sweden's 'Progg' Movement(10:26) Before the Supergroup: ABBA's Roots in Swedish Folk and Rock(12:44) Melancholy Undercover: The Swedish Soul of ABBA's Music(14:43) Decoding 'Tourist English': The Charm of ABBA's Lyrical Style(16:50) More Than an Image: The Overlooked Musical Talents of Agnetha Fältskog(30:09) A Hiatus, Not a Breakup: ABBA's Unofficial Split and 90s Revival(34:55) The Mamma Mia Phenomenon: From a Daring Idea to a Global Sensation(40:39) The Enduring Legacy: The ABBA Museum and the 'ABBA Voyage' ExperienceGet Jan Gradvall's Book, "The Story of ABBA: Melancholy Undercover":  https://amzn.to/46M3Qpn

Welcome to another episode of Kennel Talk. Joined by @Mstippyyy we end the Hiatus with a rundown of the Love Island show taking over USA. With our typical unfiltered humor we break down the season thus far.We also discuss how BBL's have become the new personalities for women and money for men.Subscribe and Follow us on Spotify @kenneltalk_podcast

The boys are back in full effect after a long break to discuss AEW All In, WWE Evolution 2 and more on this episode!

The triumphant return of Nicki! For a sad day. The time has finally come in our busy lives to talk about the future of Splatter Brains and have some warm fuzzies about the past. We welcome a special guest (regular contributor) to give us our exit interviews. Relax, there are fart jokes.Love and sloppy kisses from all of us to you. Follow us on our other projects:Nicki @stitchlenzBrad @BRAD!Alex is a luddite but encourages you to support the other brains and talk to your friends about things that make you happy. Call your mom. Find us on social media:@splatterbrains.bsky.socialreddit.com/r/splatterbrainspodcastOr one of you lovely listeners can e-mail us at brainssplatter@gmail.com

Welcome to episode 61 of Rapaport's Reality! Starring Kebe & Michael Rapaport. This is the reality television podcast that the whole reality world has been waiting for. The Rapaport's are here to discuss: Mystery Hiatus The highs, lows & uh ohs After Summer House Reunions Paige DeSorbo leaving Summer House RHOA Reunion & If theres a mushier side of Charles Oakley Brynn is OUT of RHONY Love Island Shoutout Staying away from sweets & more This episode is not to be missed! An iHeartPodcasts Show Stand Up Comedy Tickets on sale at: MichaelRapaportComedy.com Produced by DBPodcasts.com Follow @dbpodcasts, @rapaportsreality, @michaelrapaport on Instagram & X Subscribe to Rapaport's Reality Feeds: iHeartRadio: https://www.iheart.com/podcast/867-rapaports-reality-with-keb-171162927/ Apple Podcasts: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/rapaports-reality-with-kebe-michael-rapaport/id1744160673 Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/3a9ArixCtWRhfpfo1Tz7MR Pandora: https://www.pandora.com/podcast/rapaports-reality-with-kebe-michael-rapaport/PC:1001087456 Amazon Music: https://music.amazon.com/podcasts/a776919e-ad8c-4b4b-90c6-f28e41fe1d40/rapaports-reality-with-kebe-michael-rapaportSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.