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This week, Clarissa and Kourtney are remembering the early days of reality dating shows, especially the "of Love" variety on VH1. They each relived some memories from their favorites, including Rock of Love, Flavor of Love, Daisy of Love, I Love New York, and a Shot at Love, and are breaking down all the chaos. Catchphrases, characters, concerns, and more are all up for discussion -- plus a trip back to 2009!Disclaimer: The content in this episode deals with the show and reality show casts as related to the show storylines. The views expressed in this podcast are personal opinion of the respective hosts and are not met to reflect poorly on or negatively impact any other persons, businesses, companies, or entities. In addition, this episode is not sponsored and all opinions are organically expressed with no compensation. This is an entertainment podcast with much of its commentary meant to be comedic and sardonic. Nothing said should be taken as professional, legal, medical, psychological, or official advice or guidance under any circumstances. This show should be consumed with the above intentions in mind.
Flavor Flav steps Behind The Rope. Fresh off his stint as Space Ranger on The Masked Singer, Flavor Flav is here to mention it all. Flavor talks about the early days of Public Enemy and what it felt like to burst onto the music scene with Chuck D in the mid 80s. Labeled “King Swiftie” by The Swifties, Flav talks about where he first discovered his love for Taylor, his fav Taylor song and what it means to be embraced by the community of the largest Pop Star in the world, friendship bracelets and all. Flavor also talks about being the ultimate “hype man” whether it be for the USA's National Women's Water Polo team from last years Olympics or for Speidi whose viral TikToks helped Heidi Montag get to number one with “I'll Do It” after losing her home earlier this year. Flavor talks Flavor of Love, I Love New York, The Surreal Life, Brigitte Nielsen, The Hills and a brand new upcoming Reality TV Project coming later this year. Finally, Flavor talks new music with Chuck D and heading out on the road later this year with Public Enemy and Guns N' Roses. @flavorflavofficial @behindvelvetrope @davidyontef BONUS & AD FREE EPISODES Available at - www.patreon.com/behindthevelvetrope BROUGHT TO YOU BY: AIR DOCTOR - airdoctorpro.com (Use Code Velvet For Up To $300 Off Today The Best Air Purifier Voted By Newsweek) CARAWAY HOME - Carawayhome.com/VELVET (10% Off Non-Toxic Cookware Made Modern) MOOD - www.mood.com/velvet (20% Off With Code Velvet on Federally Legal THC Shipped Right To Your Door) STRAWBERRY - Strawberry.me/VELVET (Get 20% Off Your First Month & Take Charge Of Your Future With The Help Of a Certified Coach) JUNE'S JOURNEY (Download This Hidden Object Interactive Mobile Game Now on Android or iOS) ADVERTISING INQUIRIES - Please contact David@advertising-execs.com MERCH Available at - https://www.teepublic.com/stores/behind-the-velvet-rope?ref_id=13198 Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices
This week, Jason is joined by an absolutely powerhouse in the fashion business and now reality TV world, Rebecca Minkoff! Rebecca Minkoff is a renowned fashion designer, entrepreneur, and author who co-founded the Rebecca Minkoff brand in 2005 with her brother, Uri Minkoff. What started with an "I Love New York" shirt has since grown into a multi-million dollar empire, known for its handbags, ready-to-wear collections, footwear, and accessories. Continuously adapting to changing trends, Rebecca has expanded into fragrance and sustainable fashion. Recently, she joined The Real Housewives of New York, offering fans an inside look into her personal life and the challenges of growing a business while balancing family and fame. Rebecca discusses the realities of her RHONY experience, including how the show differed from her expectations, its impact on her brand, and the emotional toll of the drama. She shares insights on navigating business challenges like tariffs and the COVID-19 pandemic, as well as her strategic moves to ensure longevity. Additionally, she reveals the complexities of selling her company, shifting away from influencer-driven promotions, and empowering women through her book Fearless: The New Rules for Unlocking Creativity, Courage, and Success. With candid advice on working with family, investments, and the evolving job market, Rebecca's journey highlights both the rewards and challenges of entrepreneurship in the modern world. Rebecca reveals all this and so much more in another episode you can't afford to miss! Host: Jason Tartick Co-Host: David Arduin Audio: John Gurney Guest: Rebecca Minkoff Stay connected with the Trading Secrets Podcast! Instagram: @tradingsecretspodcast Youtube: Trading Secrets Facebook: Join the Group All Access: Free 30-Day Trial Trading Secrets Steals & Deals! Tonal: It can feel like there's not enough hours in the day to do everything you need to get done. With Tonal - you can ensure you're checking "workout" off your to-do list with the convenience of having an at-home gym, 24-7. For $200 off your Tonal purchase, use promo code TRADINGSECRETS. Quince: Vacation season is nearly upon us. This year, treat yourself to the luxe upgrades you deserve with Quince's high-quality travel essentials at fair prices. Go to Quince.com/tradingsecrets for 365-day returns, plus free shipping on your order. Robinhood: With Robinhood Gold, you can now enjoy the VIP treatment, receiving a 3% IRA match on retirement contributions. The privileges of the very privileges are no longer exclusive. The new gold standard is here with Robinhood Gold. To receive your 3% boost on annual IRA contributions, sign up at robinhood.com/gold YouTube Title: Needs to be 100 characters or less | Trading Secrets w/ Jason Tartick
Tony Award-winning director George C. Wolfe and Tony Award-nominated director and choreographer Camille A. Brown joined Shelley Wade at The Sound Space @ Audacy New York for a conversation about Black excellence on Broadway and their work on "Gypsy" on Broadway starring Audra McDonald.
The More the Merrier (1943) & Annie Hall (1977). This week, Janet, John, (and Pen) revisit the LOVE Episode… Two classic romantic comedy-dramas from two great directors thirty years apart, both get to the heart of the bumpy road to love; one taking place in Washington D.C. in WW II where a person would find it hard to find a place to rest his head – let alone the perfect mate, the other happens in the “I Love New York“ era New York, when Times Square was a hub of hustlers and movie art houses sprung up like the spring daisies in Central Park. Both films bringing together unlikely lovebirds! For info on this episode and more, visit the official Cinema Sounds & Secrets website!
In this 1st episode of Season 2, Shelley Wade shines the spotlight on some good news stories. Also, Photojournalist and Altadena resident Mark Mehlinger shares the deep African American history of the Southern California town and his family's plans to rebuild after the Eaton wildfire devastation. Plus, Harlem resident Kim Pruitt and iconic producer/songwriter Rodney "Darkchild" Jerkins share their thoughts on kindness and what makes them thankful.
Track 05. Columbus Circle. I_NY. (The Studio Album) Uptown A, -Ū. I_NY. is out now—give it a listen! YouTube: https://music.youtube.com/playlist?list=OLAK5uy_lJA5QcV0YzxJ5oc_CwSyfnGXWAbDpNMvw iTunes: I_NY. (The Studio Album) by Uptown A & -Ū .https://music.apple.com/us/album/i-ny-the-studio-album/1777071731 Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/4bj5gXMZXiWujnIps54vz9?si=TKwRe-yYSM2_8bwZ2sQhuQ Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/album/i-ny-the-studio-album/1777071731 Check Out The Spider (EP) Here: iTunes: https://music.apple.com/us/album/the-spider-ep/1765564720 Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/album/the-spider-ep/1765564720 Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/7qE9jTR1vkT8PLoSMmjcUd?si=Tjz_hBowROafFaanhtJ4rw Uptown A's edgy and avant garde city grunge speaks true to its name in the upcoming I Love New York, styled I_NY for those who might be on the fense so-to-speak— the new wave industrial techno and garage grunge elements of the dance music counter cultures and subculture which spines the present day interpretations of the rave culture. “It's a fully instrumental album because the city speaks for itself.”, says the producer, a transplant from the west coast. The Album, part one of a series of New York inspired soundscapes and symphonies composed by the multi instrumentalist DJ and musician whose electronic sound showcases the warehouse essenses of the brick wall backdrops, chained link and bared wire, bars and windows, barebones underbelly of the subterranean world lurking just below the street of Manhattan's glitz and glamour waterfronts, Giving insight to the world of bass music culture, the techno-punk grotesque outcry's give a neo gothic twist. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©
Track 03. bridges. ft. c o l o r s Track 04. double-double. Track 05. Columbus Circle. Track 06. BEZUZ. (Park Interview Interlude) Track 07. eye(s) Track 08. Call Ahead. Track 09. city suite. Track 10. PWR. (The Great Adventutes of Uptown A) Released formerly as Under The (L), as the final track on the previous collaborative EP The Spider, I_NY. Layers its progression to double its first track, as the narrative follows-up with a continuance of the mysterious assassain‘s alternate storyline; a glimpse of decayed sounds for telling the underlying action-adventure fantasy set to be revealed in the upcoming short film, for which the soundtrack's thoughtfully composed ten tracks gives way to, in its cinematic sounds and city scapes gestures of industrial suggestive aural tones and deeply heavy rolling baselines. Track 02. Avant-Garde. I_NY. (The Studio Album) Uptown A, -Ū. I_NY. is out now—give it a listen! YouTube: https://music.youtube.com/playlist?list=OLAK5uy_lJA5QcV0YzxJ5oc_CwSyfnGXWAbDpNMvw iTunes: I_NY. (The Studio Album) by Uptown A & -Ū .https://music.apple.com/us/album/i-ny-the-studio-album/1777071731 Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/4bj5gXMZXiWujnIps54vz9?si=TKwRe-yYSM2_8bwZ2sQhuQ Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/album/i-ny-the-studio-album/1777071731 Check Out The Spider (EP) Here: iTunes: https://music.apple.com/us/album/the-spider-ep/1765564720 Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/album/the-spider-ep/1765564720 Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/7qE9jTR1vkT8PLoSMmjcUd?si=Tjz_hBowROafFaanhtJ4rw Uptown A's edgy and avant garde city grunge speaks true to its name in the upcoming I Love New York, styled I_NY for those who might be on the fense so-to-speak— the new wave industrial techno and garage grunge elements of the dance music counter cultures and subculture which spines the present day interpretations of the rave culture. “It's a fully instrumental album because the city speaks for itself.”, says the producer, a transplant from the west coast. The Album, part one of a series of New York inspired soundscapes and symphonies composed by the multi instrumentalist DJ and musician whose electronic sound showcases the warehouse essenses of the brick wall backdrops, chained link and bared wire, bars and windows, barebones underbelly of the subterranean world lurking just below the street of Manhattan's glitz and glamour waterfronts, Giving insight to the world of bass music culture, the techno-punk grotesque outcry's give a neo gothic twist. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©
Track 02. Avant-Garde. I_NY. (The Studio Album) Uptown A, -Ū. I_NY. is out now—give it a listen! YouTube: https://music.youtube.com/playlist?list=OLAK5uy_lJA5QcV0YzxJ5oc_CwSyfnGXWAbDpNMvw iTunes: I_NY. (The Studio Album) by Uptown A & -Ū .https://music.apple.com/us/album/i-ny-the-studio-album/1777071731 Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/4bj5gXMZXiWujnIps54vz9?si=TKwRe-yYSM2_8bwZ2sQhuQ Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/album/i-ny-the-studio-album/1777071731 Check Out The Spider (EP) Here: iTunes: https://music.apple.com/us/album/the-spider-ep/1765564720 Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/album/the-spider-ep/1765564720 Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/7qE9jTR1vkT8PLoSMmjcUd?si=Tjz_hBowROafFaanhtJ4rw Uptown A's edgy and avant garde city grunge speaks true to its name in the upcoming I Love New York, styled I_NY for those who might be on the fense so-to-speak— the new wave industrial techno and garage grunge elements of the dance music counter cultures and subculture which spines the present day interpretations of the rave culture. “It's a fully instrumental album because the city speaks for itself.”, says the producer, a transplant from the west coast. The Album, part one of a series of New York inspired soundscapes and symphonies composed by the multi instrumentalist DJ and musician whose electronic sound showcases the warehouse essenses of the brick wall backdrops, chained link and bared wire, bars and windows, barebones underbelly of the subterranean world lurking just below the street of Manhattan's glitz and glamour waterfronts, Giving insight to the world of bass music culture, the techno-punk grotesque outcry's give a neo gothic twist. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©
I_NY. (The Studio Album) Uptown A, -Ū. Track 01. WEALTH. Released formerly as Under The (L), as the final track on the previous collaborative EP The Spider, I_NY. Layers its progression to double its first track, as the narrative follows-up with a continuance of the mysterious assassain‘s alternate storyline; a glimpse of decayed sounds for telling the underlying action-adventure fantasy set to be revealed in the upcoming short film, for which the soundtrack's thoughtfully composed ten tracks gives way to, in its cinematic sounds and city scapes gestures of industrial suggestive aural tones and deeply heavy rolling baselines. I_NY. is out now—give it a listen! YouTube: https://music.youtube.com/playlist?list=OLAK5uy_lJA5QcV0YzxJ5oc_CwSyfnGXWAbDpNMvw iTunes: I_NY. (The Studio Album) by Uptown A & -Ū .https://music.apple.com/us/album/i-ny-the-studio-album/1777071731 Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/4bj5gXMZXiWujnIps54vz9?si=TKwRe-yYSM2_8bwZ2sQhuQ Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/album/i-ny-the-studio-album/1777071731 Check Out The Spider (EP) Here: iTunes: https://music.apple.com/us/album/the-spider-ep/1765564720 Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/album/the-spider-ep/1765564720 Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/7qE9jTR1vkT8PLoSMmjcUd?si=Tjz_hBowROafFaanhtJ4rw Uptown A's edgy and avant garde city grunge speaks true to its name in the upcoming I Love New York, styled I_NY for those who might be on the fense so-to-speak— the new wave industrial techno and garage grunge elements of the dance music counter cultures and subculture which spines the present day interpretations of the rave culture. “It's a fully instrumental album because the city speaks for itself.”, says the producer, a transplant from the west coast. The Album, part one of a series of New York inspired soundscapes and symphonies composed by the multi instrumentalist DJ and musician whose electronic sound showcases the warehouse essenses of the brick wall backdrops, chained link and bared wire, bars and windows, barebones underbelly of the subterranean world lurking just below the street of Manhattan's glitz and glamour waterfronts, Giving insight to the world of bass music culture, the techno-punk grotesque outcry's give a neo gothic twist. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©
Track 04. double-double. I_NY. (The Studio Album) Uptown A, -Ū. I_NY. is out now—give it a listen! YouTube: https://music.youtube.com/playlist?list=OLAK5uy_lJA5QcV0YzxJ5oc_CwSyfnGXWAbDpNMvw iTunes: I_NY. (The Studio Album) by Uptown A & -Ū .https://music.apple.com/us/album/i-ny-the-studio-album/1777071731 Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/4bj5gXMZXiWujnIps54vz9?si=TKwRe-yYSM2_8bwZ2sQhuQ Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/album/i-ny-the-studio-album/1777071731 Check Out The Spider (EP) Here: iTunes: https://music.apple.com/us/album/the-spider-ep/1765564720 Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/album/the-spider-ep/1765564720 Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/7qE9jTR1vkT8PLoSMmjcUd?si=Tjz_hBowROafFaanhtJ4rw Uptown A's edgy and avant garde city grunge speaks true to its name in the upcoming I Love New York, styled I_NY for those who might be on the fense so-to-speak— the new wave industrial techno and garage grunge elements of the dance music counter cultures and subculture which spines the present day interpretations of the rave culture. “It's a fully instrumental album because the city speaks for itself.”, says the producer, a transplant from the west coast. The Album, part one of a series of New York inspired soundscapes and symphonies composed by the multi instrumentalist DJ and musician whose electronic sound showcases the warehouse essenses of the brick wall backdrops, chained link and bared wire, bars and windows, barebones underbelly of the subterranean world lurking just below the street of Manhattan's glitz and glamour waterfronts, Giving insight to the world of bass music culture, the techno-punk grotesque outcry's give a neo gothic twist. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © I_NY. Track 04. double-double. ft. Happy Accidents & c o l o r s
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Track 04. double-double. I_NY. (The Studio Album) Uptown A, -Ū. I_NY. is out now—give it a listen! YouTube: https://music.youtube.com/playlist?list=OLAK5uy_lJA5QcV0YzxJ5oc_CwSyfnGXWAbDpNMvw iTunes: I_NY. (The Studio Album) by Uptown A & -Ū .https://music.apple.com/us/album/i-ny-the-studio-album/1777071731 Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/4bj5gXMZXiWujnIps54vz9?si=TKwRe-yYSM2_8bwZ2sQhuQ Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/album/i-ny-the-studio-album/1777071731 Check Out The Spider (EP) Here: iTunes: https://music.apple.com/us/album/the-spider-ep/1765564720 Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/album/the-spider-ep/1765564720 Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/7qE9jTR1vkT8PLoSMmjcUd?si=Tjz_hBowROafFaanhtJ4rw Uptown A's edgy and avant garde city grunge speaks true to its name in the upcoming I Love New York, styled I_NY for those who might be on the fense so-to-speak— the new wave industrial techno and garage grunge elements of the dance music counter cultures and subculture which spines the present day interpretations of the rave culture. “It's a fully instrumental album because the city speaks for itself.”, says the producer, a transplant from the west coast. The Album, part one of a series of New York inspired soundscapes and symphonies composed by the multi instrumentalist DJ and musician whose electronic sound showcases the warehouse essenses of the brick wall backdrops, chained link and bared wire, bars and windows, barebones underbelly of the subterranean world lurking just below the street of Manhattan's glitz and glamour waterfronts, Giving insight to the world of bass music culture, the techno-punk grotesque outcry's give a neo gothic twist. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © I_NY. Track 04. double-double. ft. Happy Accidents & c o l o r s
Track 03. bridges. ft. c o l o r s Track 04. double-double. Track 05. Columbus Circle. Track 06. BEZUZ. (Park Interview Interlude) Track 07. eye(s) Track 08. Call Ahead. Track 09. city suite. Track 10. PWR. (The Great Adventutes of Uptown A) Released formerly as Under The (L), as the final track on the previous collaborative EP The Spider, I_NY. Layers its progression to double its first track, as the narrative follows-up with a continuance of the mysterious assassain‘s alternate storyline; a glimpse of decayed sounds for telling the underlying action-adventure fantasy set to be revealed in the upcoming short film, for which the soundtrack's thoughtfully composed ten tracks gives way to, in its cinematic sounds and city scapes gestures of industrial suggestive aural tones and deeply heavy rolling baselines. Track 02. Avant-Garde. I_NY. (The Studio Album) Uptown A, -Ū. I_NY. is out now—give it a listen! YouTube: https://music.youtube.com/playlist?list=OLAK5uy_lJA5QcV0YzxJ5oc_CwSyfnGXWAbDpNMvw iTunes: I_NY. (The Studio Album) by Uptown A & -Ū .https://music.apple.com/us/album/i-ny-the-studio-album/1777071731 Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/4bj5gXMZXiWujnIps54vz9?si=TKwRe-yYSM2_8bwZ2sQhuQ Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/album/i-ny-the-studio-album/1777071731 Check Out The Spider (EP) Here: iTunes: https://music.apple.com/us/album/the-spider-ep/1765564720 Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/album/the-spider-ep/1765564720 Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/7qE9jTR1vkT8PLoSMmjcUd?si=Tjz_hBowROafFaanhtJ4rw Uptown A's edgy and avant garde city grunge speaks true to its name in the upcoming I Love New York, styled I_NY for those who might be on the fense so-to-speak— the new wave industrial techno and garage grunge elements of the dance music counter cultures and subculture which spines the present day interpretations of the rave culture. “It's a fully instrumental album because the city speaks for itself.”, says the producer, a transplant from the west coast. The Album, part one of a series of New York inspired soundscapes and symphonies composed by the multi instrumentalist DJ and musician whose electronic sound showcases the warehouse essenses of the brick wall backdrops, chained link and bared wire, bars and windows, barebones underbelly of the subterranean world lurking just below the street of Manhattan's glitz and glamour waterfronts, Giving insight to the world of bass music culture, the techno-punk grotesque outcry's give a neo gothic twist. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©
I_NY. (The Studio Album) Uptown A, -Ū. Track 01. WEALTH. Released formerly as Under The (L), as the final track on the previous collaborative EP The Spider, I_NY. Layers its progression to double its first track, as the narrative follows-up with a continuance of the mysterious assassain‘s alternate storyline; a glimpse of decayed sounds for telling the underlying action-adventure fantasy set to be revealed in the upcoming short film, for which the soundtrack's thoughtfully composed ten tracks gives way to, in its cinematic sounds and city scapes gestures of industrial suggestive aural tones and deeply heavy rolling baselines. I_NY. is out now—give it a listen! YouTube: https://music.youtube.com/playlist?list=OLAK5uy_lJA5QcV0YzxJ5oc_CwSyfnGXWAbDpNMvw iTunes: I_NY. (The Studio Album) by Uptown A & -Ū .https://music.apple.com/us/album/i-ny-the-studio-album/1777071731 Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/4bj5gXMZXiWujnIps54vz9?si=TKwRe-yYSM2_8bwZ2sQhuQ Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/album/i-ny-the-studio-album/1777071731 Check Out The Spider (EP) Here: iTunes: https://music.apple.com/us/album/the-spider-ep/1765564720 Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/album/the-spider-ep/1765564720 Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/7qE9jTR1vkT8PLoSMmjcUd?si=Tjz_hBowROafFaanhtJ4rw Uptown A's edgy and avant garde city grunge speaks true to its name in the upcoming I Love New York, styled I_NY for those who might be on the fense so-to-speak— the new wave industrial techno and garage grunge elements of the dance music counter cultures and subculture which spines the present day interpretations of the rave culture. “It's a fully instrumental album because the city speaks for itself.”, says the producer, a transplant from the west coast. The Album, part one of a series of New York inspired soundscapes and symphonies composed by the multi instrumentalist DJ and musician whose electronic sound showcases the warehouse essenses of the brick wall backdrops, chained link and bared wire, bars and windows, barebones underbelly of the subterranean world lurking just below the street of Manhattan's glitz and glamour waterfronts, Giving insight to the world of bass music culture, the techno-punk grotesque outcry's give a neo gothic twist. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©
Track 02. Avant-Garde. I_NY. (The Studio Album) Uptown A, -Ū. I_NY. is out now—give it a listen! YouTube: https://music.youtube.com/playlist?list=OLAK5uy_lJA5QcV0YzxJ5oc_CwSyfnGXWAbDpNMvw iTunes: I_NY. (The Studio Album) by Uptown A & -Ū .https://music.apple.com/us/album/i-ny-the-studio-album/1777071731 Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/4bj5gXMZXiWujnIps54vz9?si=TKwRe-yYSM2_8bwZ2sQhuQ Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/album/i-ny-the-studio-album/1777071731 Check Out The Spider (EP) Here: iTunes: https://music.apple.com/us/album/the-spider-ep/1765564720 Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/album/the-spider-ep/1765564720 Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/7qE9jTR1vkT8PLoSMmjcUd?si=Tjz_hBowROafFaanhtJ4rw Uptown A's edgy and avant garde city grunge speaks true to its name in the upcoming I Love New York, styled I_NY for those who might be on the fense so-to-speak— the new wave industrial techno and garage grunge elements of the dance music counter cultures and subculture which spines the present day interpretations of the rave culture. “It's a fully instrumental album because the city speaks for itself.”, says the producer, a transplant from the west coast. The Album, part one of a series of New York inspired soundscapes and symphonies composed by the multi instrumentalist DJ and musician whose electronic sound showcases the warehouse essenses of the brick wall backdrops, chained link and bared wire, bars and windows, barebones underbelly of the subterranean world lurking just below the street of Manhattan's glitz and glamour waterfronts, Giving insight to the world of bass music culture, the techno-punk grotesque outcry's give a neo gothic twist. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©
Track 03. bridges. ft. c o l o r s Track 04. double-double. Track 05. Columbus Circle. Track 06. BEZUZ. (Park Interview Interlude) Track 07. eye(s) Track 08. Call Ahead. Track 09. city suite. Track 10. PWR. (The Great Adventutes of Uptown A) Released formerly as Under The (L), as the final track on the previous collaborative EP The Spider, I_NY. Layers its progression to double its first track, as the narrative follows-up with a continuance of the mysterious assassain‘s alternate storyline; a glimpse of decayed sounds for telling the underlying action-adventure fantasy set to be revealed in the upcoming short film, for which the soundtrack's thoughtfully composed ten tracks gives way to, in its cinematic sounds and city scapes gestures of industrial suggestive aural tones and deeply heavy rolling baselines. Track 02. Avant-Garde. I_NY. (The Studio Album) Uptown A, -Ū. I_NY. is out now—give it a listen! YouTube: https://music.youtube.com/playlist?list=OLAK5uy_lJA5QcV0YzxJ5oc_CwSyfnGXWAbDpNMvw iTunes: I_NY. (The Studio Album) by Uptown A & -Ū .https://music.apple.com/us/album/i-ny-the-studio-album/1777071731 Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/4bj5gXMZXiWujnIps54vz9?si=TKwRe-yYSM2_8bwZ2sQhuQ Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/album/i-ny-the-studio-album/1777071731 Check Out The Spider (EP) Here: iTunes: https://music.apple.com/us/album/the-spider-ep/1765564720 Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/album/the-spider-ep/1765564720 Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/7qE9jTR1vkT8PLoSMmjcUd?si=Tjz_hBowROafFaanhtJ4rw Uptown A's edgy and avant garde city grunge speaks true to its name in the upcoming I Love New York, styled I_NY for those who might be on the fense so-to-speak— the new wave industrial techno and garage grunge elements of the dance music counter cultures and subculture which spines the present day interpretations of the rave culture. “It's a fully instrumental album because the city speaks for itself.”, says the producer, a transplant from the west coast. The Album, part one of a series of New York inspired soundscapes and symphonies composed by the multi instrumentalist DJ and musician whose electronic sound showcases the warehouse essenses of the brick wall backdrops, chained link and bared wire, bars and windows, barebones underbelly of the subterranean world lurking just below the street of Manhattan's glitz and glamour waterfronts, Giving insight to the world of bass music culture, the techno-punk grotesque outcry's give a neo gothic twist. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©
Track 04. double-double. I_NY. (The Studio Album) Uptown A, -Ū. I_NY. is out now—give it a listen! YouTube: https://music.youtube.com/playlist?list=OLAK5uy_lJA5QcV0YzxJ5oc_CwSyfnGXWAbDpNMvw iTunes: I_NY. (The Studio Album) by Uptown A & -Ū .https://music.apple.com/us/album/i-ny-the-studio-album/1777071731 Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/4bj5gXMZXiWujnIps54vz9?si=TKwRe-yYSM2_8bwZ2sQhuQ Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/album/i-ny-the-studio-album/1777071731 Check Out The Spider (EP) Here: iTunes: https://music.apple.com/us/album/the-spider-ep/1765564720 Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/album/the-spider-ep/1765564720 Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/7qE9jTR1vkT8PLoSMmjcUd?si=Tjz_hBowROafFaanhtJ4rw Uptown A's edgy and avant garde city grunge speaks true to its name in the upcoming I Love New York, styled I_NY for those who might be on the fense so-to-speak— the new wave industrial techno and garage grunge elements of the dance music counter cultures and subculture which spines the present day interpretations of the rave culture. “It's a fully instrumental album because the city speaks for itself.”, says the producer, a transplant from the west coast. The Album, part one of a series of New York inspired soundscapes and symphonies composed by the multi instrumentalist DJ and musician whose electronic sound showcases the warehouse essenses of the brick wall backdrops, chained link and bared wire, bars and windows, barebones underbelly of the subterranean world lurking just below the street of Manhattan's glitz and glamour waterfronts, Giving insight to the world of bass music culture, the techno-punk grotesque outcry's give a neo gothic twist. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©
Track 05. Columbus Circle. I_NY. (The Studio Album) Uptown A, -Ū. I_NY. is out now—give it a listen! YouTube: https://music.youtube.com/playlist?list=OLAK5uy_lJA5QcV0YzxJ5oc_CwSyfnGXWAbDpNMvw iTunes: I_NY. (The Studio Album) by Uptown A & -Ū .https://music.apple.com/us/album/i-ny-the-studio-album/1777071731 Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/4bj5gXMZXiWujnIps54vz9?si=TKwRe-yYSM2_8bwZ2sQhuQ Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/album/i-ny-the-studio-album/1777071731 Check Out The Spider (EP) Here: iTunes: https://music.apple.com/us/album/the-spider-ep/1765564720 Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/album/the-spider-ep/1765564720 Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/7qE9jTR1vkT8PLoSMmjcUd?si=Tjz_hBowROafFaanhtJ4rw Uptown A's edgy and avant garde city grunge speaks true to its name in the upcoming I Love New York, styled I_NY for those who might be on the fense so-to-speak— the new wave industrial techno and garage grunge elements of the dance music counter cultures and subculture which spines the present day interpretations of the rave culture. “It's a fully instrumental album because the city speaks for itself.”, says the producer, a transplant from the west coast. The Album, part one of a series of New York inspired soundscapes and symphonies composed by the multi instrumentalist DJ and musician whose electronic sound showcases the warehouse essenses of the brick wall backdrops, chained link and bared wire, bars and windows, barebones underbelly of the subterranean world lurking just below the street of Manhattan's glitz and glamour waterfronts, Giving insight to the world of bass music culture, the techno-punk grotesque outcry's give a neo gothic twist. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©
Track 02. Avant-Garde. I_NY. (The Studio Album) Uptown A, -Ū. I_NY. is out now—give it a listen! YouTube: https://music.youtube.com/playlist?list=OLAK5uy_lJA5QcV0YzxJ5oc_CwSyfnGXWAbDpNMvw iTunes: I_NY. (The Studio Album) by Uptown A & -Ū .https://music.apple.com/us/album/i-ny-the-studio-album/1777071731 Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/4bj5gXMZXiWujnIps54vz9?si=TKwRe-yYSM2_8bwZ2sQhuQ Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/album/i-ny-the-studio-album/1777071731 Check Out The Spider (EP) Here: iTunes: https://music.apple.com/us/album/the-spider-ep/1765564720 Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/album/the-spider-ep/1765564720 Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/7qE9jTR1vkT8PLoSMmjcUd?si=Tjz_hBowROafFaanhtJ4rw Uptown A's edgy and avant garde city grunge speaks true to its name in the upcoming I Love New York, styled I_NY for those who might be on the fense so-to-speak— the new wave industrial techno and garage grunge elements of the dance music counter cultures and subculture which spines the present day interpretations of the rave culture. “It's a fully instrumental album because the city speaks for itself.”, says the producer, a transplant from the west coast. The Album, part one of a series of New York inspired soundscapes and symphonies composed by the multi instrumentalist DJ and musician whose electronic sound showcases the warehouse essenses of the brick wall backdrops, chained link and bared wire, bars and windows, barebones underbelly of the subterranean world lurking just below the street of Manhattan's glitz and glamour waterfronts, Giving insight to the world of bass music culture, the techno-punk grotesque outcry's give a neo gothic twist. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©
I_NY. (The Studio Album) Uptown A, -Ū. Track 01. WEALTH. Released formerly as Under The (L), as the final track on the previous collaborative EP The Spider, I_NY. Layers its progression to double its first track, as the narrative follows-up with a continuance of the mysterious assassain‘s alternate storyline; a glimpse of decayed sounds for telling the underlying action-adventure fantasy set to be revealed in the upcoming short film, for which the soundtrack's thoughtfully composed ten tracks gives way to, in its cinematic sounds and city scapes gestures of industrial suggestive aural tones and deeply heavy rolling baselines. I_NY. is out now—give it a listen! YouTube: https://music.youtube.com/playlist?list=OLAK5uy_lJA5QcV0YzxJ5oc_CwSyfnGXWAbDpNMvw iTunes: I_NY. (The Studio Album) by Uptown A & -Ū .https://music.apple.com/us/album/i-ny-the-studio-album/1777071731 Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/4bj5gXMZXiWujnIps54vz9?si=TKwRe-yYSM2_8bwZ2sQhuQ Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/album/i-ny-the-studio-album/1777071731 Check Out The Spider (EP) Here: iTunes: https://music.apple.com/us/album/the-spider-ep/1765564720 Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/album/the-spider-ep/1765564720 Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/7qE9jTR1vkT8PLoSMmjcUd?si=Tjz_hBowROafFaanhtJ4rw Uptown A's edgy and avant garde city grunge speaks true to its name in the upcoming I Love New York, styled I_NY for those who might be on the fense so-to-speak— the new wave industrial techno and garage grunge elements of the dance music counter cultures and subculture which spines the present day interpretations of the rave culture. “It's a fully instrumental album because the city speaks for itself.”, says the producer, a transplant from the west coast. The Album, part one of a series of New York inspired soundscapes and symphonies composed by the multi instrumentalist DJ and musician whose electronic sound showcases the warehouse essenses of the brick wall backdrops, chained link and bared wire, bars and windows, barebones underbelly of the subterranean world lurking just below the street of Manhattan's glitz and glamour waterfronts, Giving insight to the world of bass music culture, the techno-punk grotesque outcry's give a neo gothic twist. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©
Track 05. Columbus Circle. I_NY. (The Studio Album) Uptown A, -Ū. I_NY. is out now—give it a listen! YouTube: https://music.youtube.com/playlist?list=OLAK5uy_lJA5QcV0YzxJ5oc_CwSyfnGXWAbDpNMvw iTunes: I_NY. (The Studio Album) by Uptown A & -Ū .https://music.apple.com/us/album/i-ny-the-studio-album/1777071731 Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/4bj5gXMZXiWujnIps54vz9?si=TKwRe-yYSM2_8bwZ2sQhuQ Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/album/i-ny-the-studio-album/1777071731 Check Out The Spider (EP) Here: iTunes: https://music.apple.com/us/album/the-spider-ep/1765564720 Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/album/the-spider-ep/1765564720 Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/7qE9jTR1vkT8PLoSMmjcUd?si=Tjz_hBowROafFaanhtJ4rw Uptown A's edgy and avant garde city grunge speaks true to its name in the upcoming I Love New York, styled I_NY for those who might be on the fense so-to-speak— the new wave industrial techno and garage grunge elements of the dance music counter cultures and subculture which spines the present day interpretations of the rave culture. “It's a fully instrumental album because the city speaks for itself.”, says the producer, a transplant from the west coast. The Album, part one of a series of New York inspired soundscapes and symphonies composed by the multi instrumentalist DJ and musician whose electronic sound showcases the warehouse essenses of the brick wall backdrops, chained link and bared wire, bars and windows, barebones underbelly of the subterranean world lurking just below the street of Manhattan's glitz and glamour waterfronts, Giving insight to the world of bass music culture, the techno-punk grotesque outcry's give a neo gothic twist. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©
Oh no, he's Skrillex. [Skrirrex] run awaaaayyyyyyyy! {Entet The Multiverse} Well, that was fun. Here's the deal, we're gonna give you a whole new look— a whole new Waaahh. Everything. I've been in new york two years and still haven't been to the brooklyn bridge ‘cause I don't want to fight the sudden urge to impulsively throw myself off of it. Notes: My first sketch: buffering. But I don't know how to pull off that little round thing in sketch form. I'm sure it can be done…somehow. Why are we writing sketches? Just trying something… different Two Pilot Scripts peloton arrival My general obsession with these curtains I am obsessed with these curtains George Carlin's magnificent body lol now when they slam the door there's a comforter under it so the mad stays outside. Dumb fucks. Whatever I lose respect at home wrecker. She seemed nice tho. That's how they operate. Man this judge gon forreal give this lil white girl 3 million dollars for doing some only fans shit for her boss— for free. I'm sorry ya'll, white folks really are lazy. They went and invented work from home, but you ever realize that was really only for the white people— all the white peoples have cushy stay at home jobs where all they do is zoom all day and they got all the ugly brown motherfuckers out here on mopeds delivering groceries and shit? You ever notice that? Please. You had better hope the judge in this case is not me, if you actually want to win this motherfucker. I would look at this case and go “Married man.. uh huh…two kids… uh huh— you thought you were in love—huh. Gave you a promotion. Uh huh. Screenshots. I see— and then you did what for him on a zoom call? Oh no, honey, huh uh. Case dismissed. You did wrong. You went and prayed on a married man, child! You know they are weak! You know this! How does that make the company owe you $3 million? HOW IS IT THE COMPANY'S FAULT THAT YOURE A HOE!? Huh uh. Take your dirty tennis shoe lazy instacarttttttt orderin ass eating-out-every-night BACK TO WORK!! And GET AWAY FROM THE DOOR. Slam that shit one more time, hoe! She's taking this homewrecker thing too seriously. When I said “you're a homewrecker” I didn't mean “Slam the door until It falls off”, I more meant How does being a hoe deserve you $3 million?! IT DONT. That's some shit! Can't trust these niggas— But you fo sho can't trust these hoes. I'm just sayin. We get the whole negro spiritual? The whooooole negro spiritual. Cause all this #metoo bullshit . You know any white judge in they white mind is gonna be all “This poor little victim.” Whatever! She ferocious! Got a snake and everything! Can't trust noooooobody. Nobody. NOBODY. My lawsuit legitimate. I got motorcycles all up and down the block all day and all night to the point where I'm starting to be just as ugly on the inside, as these motorcycle motherfuckers are on the outside— I got a twitch now— Pisses me off. I developed a tremor. It was just mind games at first, but now my body in jeopardy!? Kill yo self. Karma gon whoop yo ass now it's icy and shit. SSSSSTTTTH, That's the back of a truck on yo' engine revving weak dick ass. ——sssssssss—CUH. Outta here. Fucktards. And you know what!? I'm black. I'mma go to the judge with all these recordings And all these reports, And all these statements— And he's gonna look me up and down and go— “You know a lot of people would be lucky to have what you have.” That's what they say. That this bullshit is a stroke of “luck”. And it is. When it's quiet. But for the time being— When there's no motorcycles, There's a homewrecking Snake wrangling; Door slamming hoe next door— And she wants to be FRIENDS. So you know what: I'm a be her friend. For as long as I'm single. I fuck around and get a man? I'm ghost. I'm gone. Whatever. She finna get $3milliomnf For being a slimy old Snake ass Manipulative Husband stealing Hoe And move on up. Just as a reminder to us all That all you have to do to get away with murder Is be a little white girl. You take the high road, And I'll take the low road And I'll be a gettin there before yeeeeee. Ok. So the Irish weren't playing— The song literally say: You take the high road (The moral high ground) And I'll take the low road (The hoe road) Oh shit. I gotta keep reading this shit . I couldn't have made it up better myself. ANOTHER MAGICIAN! I told you magic had something to do with it. Oh, it's— Probably nothing; You know you don't like it When cold hard dependence Just knocks on your door When you're standing butt naked The front door was opened, You've been quite lethargic, And after all the trauma The Cold War is over It's dark, damp and crowded A laugh, not a gesture, A swallow, not a falcon A sparrow, not a letter A mistress?! Oh pardon, sire. A partridge, a harpist— A hard alcoholic, And no one knows what comes after. Ya are honest or what? What's up, faggots? I'm at church, for Christ sakes! It's my day off, and God Almighty and I are in a High stakes game, alright, Keep driving me crazy, keep driving the crime rate up, and in time you'll be behind bars, And out of my way. The Red Dawn has come upon And now the west has won, sequestered every equestrian Shit I lost it Just wait for it. Damn this blondie is awesome. Embezzeled every pedestrian? That might work… —that resembles It's so nice to meet you. I'll shoot you. What. Don't touch me, I'll shoot you. With what. Silver pistol, jacket pocket. Wow. It's nice to meet you, too. How did you get that in here? I walked in. Through security? I didn't go through security. The worst part about living in New York City, Is all the smartest people are concentrated— To the rich areas. The outskirts is just a bunch of dumb motherfuckers banging on shit, and in their small world, they're important. In their small world, they run shit. That's when I realized that in order to maintain a world where I'm important— And I run shit, I have to stay away, and above these dumb motherfuckers. I— —Ahem—whatever. It's time for some SMUT VEE.. That's a good nickname. Maaaan. How long's it gonna take me to write this show? Maybe forever. {Enter The Multiverse} Lil bitz Have you ever started watching a video and thought, “I don't know if I can watch this” Because of the narrator's voice? By the way, If you can listen to those tik tok videos with robot AI captions, you should get yourself checked for a micro chip. You might be a robot. Anyway, Have you ever decided, Like, three seconds into the video that the dude's voice is just—so shitty that it might make the video shitty? No? Just me? {Enter The Multiverse} I nearly cleaned out the little free library after discovering that on the top shelf there were a slew of cookbooks, and more additions to the bottom. I hadn't been out in three days, but it seemed there was still some high level effort to theorize on how to go about siphoning my personal energy from inside of the apartment— I was still being followed. As I cleared the little library, dividing the take between my three bags, a blur of an ingrate human being passed from my right, explicitly and with purpose letting out a loud and obnoxious open-mouth cough— immediately, I coughed back, knowing that in time, the things I had been subjected to by these people would come back at them with roaring force—why not help along that karmic justice by paying it forward now, besides of course, the fact that I had for two more days been silent. ‘Disgusting fucking creatures.' And just with that, the opened-mouth coughing of a low-level gangstalker, I was proud that I had considered my purchase both urgent and imminent; there was no certain way to go about shutting myself away from the world besides doing it, and now with winter's chill gripping at the nose and fingertips, a cold wind whipping about and ice afoot, all the more reason to step aside and inside to resume creation—and the less time I spent on the street level with the roach and rat like people — much too far from the glittering and glamour filled luxe of Manhattan to be refined, well behaved, or mild mannered, they much emulated a lesser species by their habits and limitations. it was a frequency I strayed far away from, however— I had made it easy for them to stalk me on this particular morning, while although leaving for groceries at close to five or something of the like, and still being followed even then by the strange and shadowy type that at least stayed silent and kept great enough distance that it didn't bother too much, (besides the knowing that it never seemed seemed what time it actually was), that if I left my apartment at all, I would be followed; But, I had doubled back for the books after just by habit, though with a heavy load of groceries—baking goods and other heavy things I normally didn't buy, plus breakfast foods for the long haul, a self-initiated lockdown— and I knew that the later into the day it got, the more ‘sims' (a term I had deemed the robotic gangstalkers sent about remote controlled by their devices, whether they were doing it with intention or by force, or not.) They seemed at the disposal of the controllers, and while some of the sims were just weird, robotic drone-like people, many of them seemed dangerous—their frequencies almost creating such a friction that it seemed a disease to be in their presence. It had become clear that though docile and complacent, human beings had become weaponized by force, and the only thing keeping a revolution from emerging or a civil war from breaking out, was the intense divisiveness amongst people. People chose to remain as slaves, in utter complacency. I was skinnyish from running and awaiting the arrival of my Peloton, however. There was still 24 hours between now and then, the arrival of the beast and though I had spent the day before completely off grid, instead enjoying my now small library—though needing to be properly re-sorted, as collecting more literature had made a mess of things, (and though I had picked up a toy Hello Kitty Ukulele as wall decoration), I still somewhat refused to buy rugs or other practical decor or furniture, such as bookcases or even a bed. I was being stalked, followed and regularly tortured by sound and vibration interference— frequencies aimed directly into my abode, especially at times when I had wanted to rest, and though I could have avoided entirely at least some of these awful people by just leaving a little earlier, I then would have missed the all-too-beautiful reddened hues of the east coast sunrise; I had actually never seen such a ruby red light cast upon the Brooklyn brownstones, and although the people were sometimes ugly (the open-mouthed coughing ingrates, that is), the red and gold sunlight over the fallen leaves and east coast architecture almost made it worth it—and with any reckoning, my coughing back at the nasty little monster was a telltale sign that eventually, I'd either start beating the shit out of people when they coughed at me in public — or — I'd eventually craft a world without them in it by staking away from them, and taking long breaks from practicing behaviors and habits they exhibited. I no longer wanted to fit in, or become popular, or accepted, as I had finally realized that it was just as it always was, back in school: the popular people, even in music, “art”, and what was supposed to be “culture” weren't very bright—they were just brighter than enough of the people around them to get ahead by just enough whether by looks, money, or sometimes but rarely now, even, superior talent. They had been elected as representatives of the masses—the common man, the not-too-smart; the easily manipulated, and the docile. The superficial next generation was programmed to be limited to what had already happened; a stalemate in ingenuity, high art, and evolutionary consciousness in culture had been reached, as observed by dealings with the public world, as I studied their listening habits, social normalcies, and collective behaviors. The less time spent interacting with these ‘sims' and drones, the more in-depth my thoughts began to flourish—seeing in full color spectrums and patterns, acting and thinking in ways I was blessed to be abnormal in. I was no longer complacent in a world full of material greed and commercial competition, no longer feigning for mere objects that simply with decent credit anyone could go well into debt for—and most did. Instead, I would wear my same recycled clothes, keep to myself and my business, and craft from within some kind of masterpiece the world itself could no better inspire than I on my own. I was now the proud owner of a small library—and into my list of small but sacred prized possessions, two pilot television scripts from the era before which Television had deteriorated, in the onslaught of streaming culture; these two pilot scripts, neatly bracketed and crammed in between classic novels and cookbooks, were my happiest find since the treadmill, and of course— the Omega Juicer I still wasn't sure would ever work, but at least, watching the 11-year-old instruction video had given me a proper laugh, and besides not having the patience to further explore whether I had put it together incorrectly, or if it simply no longer operated, it was a device worth further considering spending time in order to try to make it work, before spending something awful on a machine of equal or lesser value. The treadmill had worked right away, and I was now clocking in segmented runs of about 4 miles a day— working my way up to seven, with the actual notion and belief that it was those Madonna-length runs which had manifested this apartment, and, that with the Peloton and those runs combined perhaps, if I were to stay in New York, an apartment in one of those tall shiny buildings in Manhattan would manifest itself—only second, of course, to a house in the Hollywood Hills. As for America, there was nowhere else I could I should be, I thought, and something strange had happened without my noticing—without any promotion whatsoever, I had garnered an unusually high amount of streams on I Love New York— surprisingly, with global response. I had gained followers and listeners in London, Germany, and Spain— top countries for dance music, and as I studied my metrics, I realized that the type of music I found easiest to make was performing the best; House and Techno snobs never changing, I had found a niché, and, another interesting point I had gathered was to find the Uptown A, without any promotion or live performance, was gaining traction and followers. Though minimal, without any effort, the numbers climbed all on their own. I found it astonishing that with no promotion at all, somehow, the album had circulated. Now I wished I had the focus and prayed for a way to finish the short film, or, collection or videos with a vague storyline which connected them together—however anyone wanted to see it, if they ever would. I was still largely out of storage space, and the phenomenon that the psychological terror attacks seemed to happen most frequently while online and even connected to my own private network, the more time I spent online the more time I spent under the blankets of honking horns, ravaged by motorcycles and modified engines, though—I found none of these people to be impressive or very powerful; their being counterproductive only alluded to the simple fact that it had become clear more people were born or made through neglect of some sort to be more useless than not— and so in effect, had to make use of themselves in other ways. I was almost trying to forge an alliance with the neighbor, but there was still some deepseated mistrust that probably had less to do with her race than her gender acclimations. I attempted not to judge, but it tormented me that anyone could knowingly sleep with a married man in exchange for a job and then expect 3 million for it was beyond me. Her unexpected visits and eagerness to see inside of my apartment was a discomfort, but to discover the likelihood of her induction to the wealthy— a millionaire status— angered me, but I was sure it was meant to, in that she herself was either some sort of plant, or a gangstalker who had been sent to gaslight in some sort of way— procuring information in one way or another or simply to plant seeds in my mind that hadn't needed to be there. It seemed she was in need of something—information, and that her motivations went beyond curiosity, however misjudged I might have been. Her actions seemed provocative and invasive, and however—the restlessness was already out of hand. I did my best to keep the peace, knowing all too well that a privalaged person made upset could be damaging and destructive. I had lived long enough to understand that, in fact, a cute little white girl could get her way with just about anything, using their ideal status and high regard as a tool of manipulation. I had no doubt that she would probably get her way— millions of dollars for doing nothing and being offended by it/- or even further, that it was all just an elaborate story crafted to further crank my brain, in addition to the motorcycles, the door slamming, and of course being followed to the gyms here-and-there and having had the entire year of living here being a nearly intolerably, noise filled nightmare. She had, after all, gone through wild and extraneous efforts to forage her way into being friends or something of the like, and, in my final attempt at being human, I thought to at the very least try to understand the idea of friendship, though probably having become forever unable to actually attain it. Friendship required trust, and, after hearing about her lawsuit, apparently for having had an extramarital affair with her married boss, with whom she “believed” was “in love with her”, it was perhaps the initial feeling of discomfort which had foundationally placed this person in the danger zone—that there was ‘just something' I couldn't trust about her—and I wondered as a future business owner how it might be the company's fault for her obvious moral defects. Further solidifying every reason to never pursue a married man, I pondered this; that in the modern practice of validating feminine toxicity and masquerading it as ‘justice' or ‘feminism' only further keeps women away as a whole from obtaining equality— on the moral high ground that one should not sleep with her boss, or should immediately report threatening behavior rather than to allow it in exchange for professional promotion, it only seems that the tactic of manipulation has to at some point come into play when indeed, over a period of time, one has gathered enough evidence to factor in a judgement that the company should compensate them. One should not be simply compensated for their willingness to display affection and exchanges of intimacy in a work environment if not reported at first concern; I was old enough to know better, so I figured certainly anyone given a few years in either direction should have a clear understanding of such. I had dealt numerouy with narcissists and manipulators all of my life, and it almost seemed an immediate red flag that she seemed to want so much to be friends, especially after having audibly reported me for various discrepancies—besides the obsurdity that she had decisively slammed doors as a means of getting attention. Perhaps it was some sort of sponsorship of sorts, indeed that she was a gangstalker herself and was being incentivized to act in such ways. For weeks, we had fallen into the habit of overendowment by way of gift exchange. Still, these were blurred lines; and I thought it best to be ‘friends' with a dangerous person rather than actual enemies. Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer, and of course—keep it light, and simple, and on the surface. She might have known my line of work, but nothing else, and it seemed that I might actually have the advantage here— besides her being Caucasian, obviously of privelege and wealth and my being multiracial. I knew more about her than she did about me, and, under the suspicion alone that she was a plant, and with the confirmation of my theory that she had also been burning sage, (now having done so admittedly knowing that the other neighbors would suspect and report me), and the apparent falling out with the other neighbors over something I had neither asked, nor was interested about— perhaps the simple fact was, I distrusted her immediately just with the intrinsic sense that she was untrustworthy; the type of woman who would knowingly sleep with a married man, and worse— with the intention of monetary gain in mind. The type of woman you don't want around your husband, period. In that way, perhaps it was simply that I was traumatized, once having been severely cheated on and lied to by a serial cheater and later wifebeater, that it was impossible to not see myself as ‘the wife'. Though now happily divorced and not quite straying from single, though planning to somehow be married again even if it was in the style of Elizabeth Taylor or, Richard Pryor—or even Marilyn Monroe, just repeating the process in insanity, I realized, however impractically, that I enjoyed being married, and monogamous—and even if this did make me a simple and easy target for infidelity, I had learned something very simple and wholesome about myself; I was a good woman. And I enjoyed that. —Tales of a Superstar DJ. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©
Oh no, he's Skrillex. [Skrirrex] run awaaaayyyyyyyy! {Entet The Multiverse} Well, that was fun. Here's the deal, we're gonna give you a whole new look— a whole new Waaahh. Everything. I've been in new york two years and still haven't been to the brooklyn bridge ‘cause I don't want to fight the sudden urge to impulsively throw myself off of it. Notes: My first sketch: buffering. But I don't know how to pull off that little round thing in sketch form. I'm sure it can be done…somehow. Why are we writing sketches? Just trying something… different Two Pilot Scripts peloton arrival My general obsession with these curtains I am obsessed with these curtains George Carlin's magnificent body lol now when they slam the door there's a comforter under it so the mad stays outside. Dumb fucks. Whatever I lose respect at home wrecker. She seemed nice tho. That's how they operate. Man this judge gon forreal give this lil white girl 3 million dollars for doing some only fans shit for her boss— for free. I'm sorry ya'll, white folks really are lazy. They went and invented work from home, but you ever realize that was really only for the white people— all the white peoples have cushy stay at home jobs where all they do is zoom all day and they got all the ugly brown motherfuckers out here on mopeds delivering groceries and shit? You ever notice that? Please. You had better hope the judge in this case is not me, if you actually want to win this motherfucker. I would look at this case and go “Married man.. uh huh…two kids… uh huh— you thought you were in love—huh. Gave you a promotion. Uh huh. Screenshots. I see— and then you did what for him on a zoom call? Oh no, honey, huh uh. Case dismissed. You did wrong. You went and prayed on a married man, child! You know they are weak! You know this! How does that make the company owe you $3 million? HOW IS IT THE COMPANY'S FAULT THAT YOURE A HOE!? Huh uh. Take your dirty tennis shoe lazy instacarttttttt orderin ass eating-out-every-night BACK TO WORK!! And GET AWAY FROM THE DOOR. Slam that shit one more time, hoe! She's taking this homewrecker thing too seriously. When I said “you're a homewrecker” I didn't mean “Slam the door until It falls off”, I more meant How does being a hoe deserve you $3 million?! IT DONT. That's some shit! Can't trust these niggas— But you fo sho can't trust these hoes. I'm just sayin. We get the whole negro spiritual? The whooooole negro spiritual. Cause all this #metoo bullshit . You know any white judge in they white mind is gonna be all “This poor little victim.” Whatever! She ferocious! Got a snake and everything! Can't trust noooooobody. Nobody. NOBODY. My lawsuit legitimate. I got motorcycles all up and down the block all day and all night to the point where I'm starting to be just as ugly on the inside, as these motorcycle motherfuckers are on the outside— I got a twitch now— Pisses me off. I developed a tremor. It was just mind games at first, but now my body in jeopardy!? Kill yo self. Karma gon whoop yo ass now it's icy and shit. SSSSSTTTTH, That's the back of a truck on yo' engine revving weak dick ass. ——sssssssss—CUH. Outta here. Fucktards. And you know what!? I'm black. I'mma go to the judge with all these recordings And all these reports, And all these statements— And he's gonna look me up and down and go— “You know a lot of people would be lucky to have what you have.” That's what they say. That this bullshit is a stroke of “luck”. And it is. When it's quiet. But for the time being— When there's no motorcycles, There's a homewrecking Snake wrangling; Door slamming hoe next door— And she wants to be FRIENDS. So you know what: I'm a be her friend. For as long as I'm single. I fuck around and get a man? I'm ghost. I'm gone. Whatever. She finna get $3milliomnf For being a slimy old Snake ass Manipulative Husband stealing Hoe And move on up. Just as a reminder to us all That all you have to do to get away with murder Is be a little white girl. You take the high road, And I'll take the low road And I'll be a gettin there before yeeeeee. Ok. So the Irish weren't playing— The song literally say: You take the high road (The moral high ground) And I'll take the low road (The hoe road) Oh shit. I gotta keep reading this shit . I couldn't have made it up better myself. ANOTHER MAGICIAN! I told you magic had something to do with it. Oh, it's— Probably nothing; You know you don't like it When cold hard dependence Just knocks on your door When you're standing butt naked The front door was opened, You've been quite lethargic, And after all the trauma The Cold War is over It's dark, damp and crowded A laugh, not a gesture, A swallow, not a falcon A sparrow, not a letter A mistress?! Oh pardon, sire. A partridge, a harpist— A hard alcoholic, And no one knows what comes after. Ya are honest or what? What's up, faggots? I'm at church, for Christ sakes! It's my day off, and God Almighty and I are in a High stakes game, alright, Keep driving me crazy, keep driving the crime rate up, and in time you'll be behind bars, And out of my way. The Red Dawn has come upon And now the west has won, sequestered every equestrian Shit I lost it Just wait for it. Damn this blondie is awesome. Embezzeled every pedestrian? That might work… —that resembles It's so nice to meet you. I'll shoot you. What. Don't touch me, I'll shoot you. With what. Silver pistol, jacket pocket. Wow. It's nice to meet you, too. How did you get that in here? I walked in. Through security? I didn't go through security. The worst part about living in New York City, Is all the smartest people are concentrated— To the rich areas. The outskirts is just a bunch of dumb motherfuckers banging on shit, and in their small world, they're important. In their small world, they run shit. That's when I realized that in order to maintain a world where I'm important— And I run shit, I have to stay away, and above these dumb motherfuckers. I— —Ahem—whatever. It's time for some SMUT VEE.. That's a good nickname. Maaaan. How long's it gonna take me to write this show? Maybe forever. {Enter The Multiverse} Lil bitz Have you ever started watching a video and thought, “I don't know if I can watch this” Because of the narrator's voice? By the way, If you can listen to those tik tok videos with robot AI captions, you should get yourself checked for a micro chip. You might be a robot. Anyway, Have you ever decided, Like, three seconds into the video that the dude's voice is just—so shitty that it might make the video shitty? No? Just me? {Enter The Multiverse} I nearly cleaned out the little free library after discovering that on the top shelf there were a slew of cookbooks, and more additions to the bottom. I hadn't been out in three days, but it seemed there was still some high level effort to theorize on how to go about siphoning my personal energy from inside of the apartment— I was still being followed. As I cleared the little library, dividing the take between my three bags, a blur of an ingrate human being passed from my right, explicitly and with purpose letting out a loud and obnoxious open-mouth cough— immediately, I coughed back, knowing that in time, the things I had been subjected to by these people would come back at them with roaring force—why not help along that karmic justice by paying it forward now, besides of course, the fact that I had for two more days been silent. ‘Disgusting fucking creatures.' And just with that, the opened-mouth coughing of a low-level gangstalker, I was proud that I had considered my purchase both urgent and imminent; there was no certain way to go about shutting myself away from the world besides doing it, and now with winter's chill gripping at the nose and fingertips, a cold wind whipping about and ice afoot, all the more reason to step aside and inside to resume creation—and the less time I spent on the street level with the roach and rat like people — much too far from the glittering and glamour filled luxe of Manhattan to be refined, well behaved, or mild mannered, they much emulated a lesser species by their habits and limitations. it was a frequency I strayed far away from, however— I had made it easy for them to stalk me on this particular morning, while although leaving for groceries at close to five or something of the like, and still being followed even then by the strange and shadowy type that at least stayed silent and kept great enough distance that it didn't bother too much, (besides the knowing that it never seemed seemed what time it actually was), that if I left my apartment at all, I would be followed; But, I had doubled back for the books after just by habit, though with a heavy load of groceries—baking goods and other heavy things I normally didn't buy, plus breakfast foods for the long haul, a self-initiated lockdown— and I knew that the later into the day it got, the more ‘sims' (a term I had deemed the robotic gangstalkers sent about remote controlled by their devices, whether they were doing it with intention or by force, or not.) They seemed at the disposal of the controllers, and while some of the sims were just weird, robotic drone-like people, many of them seemed dangerous—their frequencies almost creating such a friction that it seemed a disease to be in their presence. It had become clear that though docile and complacent, human beings had become weaponized by force, and the only thing keeping a revolution from emerging or a civil war from breaking out, was the intense divisiveness amongst people. People chose to remain as slaves, in utter complacency. I was skinnyish from running and awaiting the arrival of my Peloton, however. There was still 24 hours between now and then, the arrival of the beast and though I had spent the day before completely off grid, instead enjoying my now small library—though needing to be properly re-sorted, as collecting more literature had made a mess of things, (and though I had picked up a toy Hello Kitty Ukulele as wall decoration), I still somewhat refused to buy rugs or other practical decor or furniture, such as bookcases or even a bed. I was being stalked, followed and regularly tortured by sound and vibration interference— frequencies aimed directly into my abode, especially at times when I had wanted to rest, and though I could have avoided entirely at least some of these awful people by just leaving a little earlier, I then would have missed the all-too-beautiful reddened hues of the east coast sunrise; I had actually never seen such a ruby red light cast upon the Brooklyn brownstones, and although the people were sometimes ugly (the open-mouthed coughing ingrates, that is), the red and gold sunlight over the fallen leaves and east coast architecture almost made it worth it—and with any reckoning, my coughing back at the nasty little monster was a telltale sign that eventually, I'd either start beating the shit out of people when they coughed at me in public — or — I'd eventually craft a world without them in it by staking away from them, and taking long breaks from practicing behaviors and habits they exhibited. I no longer wanted to fit in, or become popular, or accepted, as I had finally realized that it was just as it always was, back in school: the popular people, even in music, “art”, and what was supposed to be “culture” weren't very bright—they were just brighter than enough of the people around them to get ahead by just enough whether by looks, money, or sometimes but rarely now, even, superior talent. They had been elected as representatives of the masses—the common man, the not-too-smart; the easily manipulated, and the docile. The superficial next generation was programmed to be limited to what had already happened; a stalemate in ingenuity, high art, and evolutionary consciousness in culture had been reached, as observed by dealings with the public world, as I studied their listening habits, social normalcies, and collective behaviors. The less time spent interacting with these ‘sims' and drones, the more in-depth my thoughts began to flourish—seeing in full color spectrums and patterns, acting and thinking in ways I was blessed to be abnormal in. I was no longer complacent in a world full of material greed and commercial competition, no longer feigning for mere objects that simply with decent credit anyone could go well into debt for—and most did. Instead, I would wear my same recycled clothes, keep to myself and my business, and craft from within some kind of masterpiece the world itself could no better inspire than I on my own. I was now the proud owner of a small library—and into my list of small but sacred prized possessions, two pilot television scripts from the era before which Television had deteriorated, in the onslaught of streaming culture; these two pilot scripts, neatly bracketed and crammed in between classic novels and cookbooks, were my happiest find since the treadmill, and of course— the Omega Juicer I still wasn't sure would ever work, but at least, watching the 11-year-old instruction video had given me a proper laugh, and besides not having the patience to further explore whether I had put it together incorrectly, or if it simply no longer operated, it was a device worth further considering spending time in order to try to make it work, before spending something awful on a machine of equal or lesser value. The treadmill had worked right away, and I was now clocking in segmented runs of about 4 miles a day— working my way up to seven, with the actual notion and belief that it was those Madonna-length runs which had manifested this apartment, and, that with the Peloton and those runs combined perhaps, if I were to stay in New York, an apartment in one of those tall shiny buildings in Manhattan would manifest itself—only second, of course, to a house in the Hollywood Hills. As for America, there was nowhere else I could I should be, I thought, and something strange had happened without my noticing—without any promotion whatsoever, I had garnered an unusually high amount of streams on I Love New York— surprisingly, with global response. I had gained followers and listeners in London, Germany, and Spain— top countries for dance music, and as I studied my metrics, I realized that the type of music I found easiest to make was performing the best; House and Techno snobs never changing, I had found a niché, and, another interesting point I had gathered was to find the Uptown A, without any promotion or live performance, was gaining traction and followers. Though minimal, without any effort, the numbers climbed all on their own. I found it astonishing that with no promotion at all, somehow, the album had circulated. Now I wished I had the focus and prayed for a way to finish the short film, or, collection or videos with a vague storyline which connected them together—however anyone wanted to see it, if they ever would. I was still largely out of storage space, and the phenomenon that the psychological terror attacks seemed to happen most frequently while online and even connected to my own private network, the more time I spent online the more time I spent under the blankets of honking horns, ravaged by motorcycles and modified engines, though—I found none of these people to be impressive or very powerful; their being counterproductive only alluded to the simple fact that it had become clear more people were born or made through neglect of some sort to be more useless than not— and so in effect, had to make use of themselves in other ways. I was almost trying to forge an alliance with the neighbor, but there was still some deepseated mistrust that probably had less to do with her race than her gender acclimations. I attempted not to judge, but it tormented me that anyone could knowingly sleep with a married man in exchange for a job and then expect 3 million for it was beyond me. Her unexpected visits and eagerness to see inside of my apartment was a discomfort, but to discover the likelihood of her induction to the wealthy— a millionaire status— angered me, but I was sure it was meant to, in that she herself was either some sort of plant, or a gangstalker who had been sent to gaslight in some sort of way— procuring information in one way or another or simply to plant seeds in my mind that hadn't needed to be there. It seemed she was in need of something—information, and that her motivations went beyond curiosity, however misjudged I might have been. Her actions seemed provocative and invasive, and however—the restlessness was already out of hand. I did my best to keep the peace, knowing all too well that a privalaged person made upset could be damaging and destructive. I had lived long enough to understand that, in fact, a cute little white girl could get her way with just about anything, using their ideal status and high regard as a tool of manipulation. I had no doubt that she would probably get her way— millions of dollars for doing nothing and being offended by it/- or even further, that it was all just an elaborate story crafted to further crank my brain, in addition to the motorcycles, the door slamming, and of course being followed to the gyms here-and-there and having had the entire year of living here being a nearly intolerably, noise filled nightmare. She had, after all, gone through wild and extraneous efforts to forage her way into being friends or something of the like, and, in my final attempt at being human, I thought to at the very least try to understand the idea of friendship, though probably having become forever unable to actually attain it. Friendship required trust, and, after hearing about her lawsuit, apparently for having had an extramarital affair with her married boss, with whom she “believed” was “in love with her”, it was perhaps the initial feeling of discomfort which had foundationally placed this person in the danger zone—that there was ‘just something' I couldn't trust about her—and I wondered as a future business owner how it might be the company's fault for her obvious moral defects. Further solidifying every reason to never pursue a married man, I pondered this; that in the modern practice of validating feminine toxicity and masquerading it as ‘justice' or ‘feminism' only further keeps women away as a whole from obtaining equality— on the moral high ground that one should not sleep with her boss, or should immediately report threatening behavior rather than to allow it in exchange for professional promotion, it only seems that the tactic of manipulation has to at some point come into play when indeed, over a period of time, one has gathered enough evidence to factor in a judgement that the company should compensate them. One should not be simply compensated for their willingness to display affection and exchanges of intimacy in a work environment if not reported at first concern; I was old enough to know better, so I figured certainly anyone given a few years in either direction should have a clear understanding of such. I had dealt numerouy with narcissists and manipulators all of my life, and it almost seemed an immediate red flag that she seemed to want so much to be friends, especially after having audibly reported me for various discrepancies—besides the obsurdity that she had decisively slammed doors as a means of getting attention. Perhaps it was some sort of sponsorship of sorts, indeed that she was a gangstalker herself and was being incentivized to act in such ways. For weeks, we had fallen into the habit of overendowment by way of gift exchange. Still, these were blurred lines; and I thought it best to be ‘friends' with a dangerous person rather than actual enemies. Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer, and of course—keep it light, and simple, and on the surface. She might have known my line of work, but nothing else, and it seemed that I might actually have the advantage here— besides her being Caucasian, obviously of privelege and wealth and my being multiracial. I knew more about her than she did about me, and, under the suspicion alone that she was a plant, and with the confirmation of my theory that she had also been burning sage, (now having done so admittedly knowing that the other neighbors would suspect and report me), and the apparent falling out with the other neighbors over something I had neither asked, nor was interested about— perhaps the simple fact was, I distrusted her immediately just with the intrinsic sense that she was untrustworthy; the type of woman who would knowingly sleep with a married man, and worse— with the intention of monetary gain in mind. The type of woman you don't want around your husband, period. In that way, perhaps it was simply that I was traumatized, once having been severely cheated on and lied to by a serial cheater and later wifebeater, that it was impossible to not see myself as ‘the wife'. Though now happily divorced and not quite straying from single, though planning to somehow be married again even if it was in the style of Elizabeth Taylor or, Richard Pryor—or even Marilyn Monroe, just repeating the process in insanity, I realized, however impractically, that I enjoyed being married, and monogamous—and even if this did make me a simple and easy target for infidelity, I had learned something very simple and wholesome about myself; I was a good woman. And I enjoyed that. —Tales of a Superstar DJ. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©
Oh no, he's Skrillex. [Skrirrex] run awaaaayyyyyyyy! {Entet The Multiverse} Well, that was fun. Here's the deal, we're gonna give you a whole new look— a whole new Waaahh. Everything. I've been in new york two years and still haven't been to the brooklyn bridge ‘cause I don't want to fight the sudden urge to impulsively throw myself off of it. Notes: My first sketch: buffering. But I don't know how to pull off that little round thing in sketch form. I'm sure it can be done…somehow. Why are we writing sketches? Just trying something… different Two Pilot Scripts peloton arrival My general obsession with these curtains I am obsessed with these curtains George Carlin's magnificent body lol now when they slam the door there's a comforter under it so the mad stays outside. Dumb fucks. Whatever I lose respect at home wrecker. She seemed nice tho. That's how they operate. Man this judge gon forreal give this lil white girl 3 million dollars for doing some only fans shit for her boss— for free. I'm sorry ya'll, white folks really are lazy. They went and invented work from home, but you ever realize that was really only for the white people— all the white peoples have cushy stay at home jobs where all they do is zoom all day and they got all the ugly brown motherfuckers out here on mopeds delivering groceries and shit? You ever notice that? Please. You had better hope the judge in this case is not me, if you actually want to win this motherfucker. I would look at this case and go “Married man.. uh huh…two kids… uh huh— you thought you were in love—huh. Gave you a promotion. Uh huh. Screenshots. I see— and then you did what for him on a zoom call? Oh no, honey, huh uh. Case dismissed. You did wrong. You went and prayed on a married man, child! You know they are weak! You know this! How does that make the company owe you $3 million? HOW IS IT THE COMPANY'S FAULT THAT YOURE A HOE!? Huh uh. Take your dirty tennis shoe lazy instacarttttttt orderin ass eating-out-every-night BACK TO WORK!! And GET AWAY FROM THE DOOR. Slam that shit one more time, hoe! She's taking this homewrecker thing too seriously. When I said “you're a homewrecker” I didn't mean “Slam the door until It falls off”, I more meant How does being a hoe deserve you $3 million?! IT DONT. That's some shit! Can't trust these niggas— But you fo sho can't trust these hoes. I'm just sayin. We get the whole negro spiritual? The whooooole negro spiritual. Cause all this #metoo bullshit . You know any white judge in they white mind is gonna be all “This poor little victim.” Whatever! She ferocious! Got a snake and everything! Can't trust noooooobody. Nobody. NOBODY. My lawsuit legitimate. I got motorcycles all up and down the block all day and all night to the point where I'm starting to be just as ugly on the inside, as these motorcycle motherfuckers are on the outside— I got a twitch now— Pisses me off. I developed a tremor. It was just mind games at first, but now my body in jeopardy!? Kill yo self. Karma gon whoop yo ass now it's icy and shit. SSSSSTTTTH, That's the back of a truck on yo' engine revving weak dick ass. ——sssssssss—CUH. Outta here. Fucktards. And you know what!? I'm black. I'mma go to the judge with all these recordings And all these reports, And all these statements— And he's gonna look me up and down and go— “You know a lot of people would be lucky to have what you have.” That's what they say. That this bullshit is a stroke of “luck”. And it is. When it's quiet. But for the time being— When there's no motorcycles, There's a homewrecking Snake wrangling; Door slamming hoe next door— And she wants to be FRIENDS. So you know what: I'm a be her friend. For as long as I'm single. I fuck around and get a man? I'm ghost. I'm gone. Whatever. She finna get $3milliomnf For being a slimy old Snake ass Manipulative Husband stealing Hoe And move on up. Just as a reminder to us all That all you have to do to get away with murder Is be a little white girl. You take the high road, And I'll take the low road And I'll be a gettin there before yeeeeee. Ok. So the Irish weren't playing— The song literally say: You take the high road (The moral high ground) And I'll take the low road (The hoe road) Oh shit. I gotta keep reading this shit . I couldn't have made it up better myself. ANOTHER MAGICIAN! I told you magic had something to do with it. Oh, it's— Probably nothing; You know you don't like it When cold hard dependence Just knocks on your door When you're standing butt naked The front door was opened, You've been quite lethargic, And after all the trauma The Cold War is over It's dark, damp and crowded A laugh, not a gesture, A swallow, not a falcon A sparrow, not a letter A mistress?! Oh pardon, sire. A partridge, a harpist— A hard alcoholic, And no one knows what comes after. Ya are honest or what? What's up, faggots? I'm at church, for Christ sakes! It's my day off, and God Almighty and I are in a High stakes game, alright, Keep driving me crazy, keep driving the crime rate up, and in time you'll be behind bars, And out of my way. The Red Dawn has come upon And now the west has won, sequestered every equestrian Shit I lost it Just wait for it. Damn this blondie is awesome. Embezzeled every pedestrian? That might work… —that resembles It's so nice to meet you. I'll shoot you. What. Don't touch me, I'll shoot you. With what. Silver pistol, jacket pocket. Wow. It's nice to meet you, too. How did you get that in here? I walked in. Through security? I didn't go through security. The worst part about living in New York City, Is all the smartest people are concentrated— To the rich areas. The outskirts is just a bunch of dumb motherfuckers banging on shit, and in their small world, they're important. In their small world, they run shit. That's when I realized that in order to maintain a world where I'm important— And I run shit, I have to stay away, and above these dumb motherfuckers. I— —Ahem—whatever. It's time for some SMUT VEE.. That's a good nickname. Maaaan. How long's it gonna take me to write this show? Maybe forever. {Enter The Multiverse} Lil bitz Have you ever started watching a video and thought, “I don't know if I can watch this” Because of the narrator's voice? By the way, If you can listen to those tik tok videos with robot AI captions, you should get yourself checked for a micro chip. You might be a robot. Anyway, Have you ever decided, Like, three seconds into the video that the dude's voice is just—so shitty that it might make the video shitty? No? Just me? {Enter The Multiverse} I nearly cleaned out the little free library after discovering that on the top shelf there were a slew of cookbooks, and more additions to the bottom. I hadn't been out in three days, but it seemed there was still some high level effort to theorize on how to go about siphoning my personal energy from inside of the apartment— I was still being followed. As I cleared the little library, dividing the take between my three bags, a blur of an ingrate human being passed from my right, explicitly and with purpose letting out a loud and obnoxious open-mouth cough— immediately, I coughed back, knowing that in time, the things I had been subjected to by these people would come back at them with roaring force—why not help along that karmic justice by paying it forward now, besides of course, the fact that I had for two more days been silent. ‘Disgusting fucking creatures.' And just with that, the opened-mouth coughing of a low-level gangstalker, I was proud that I had considered my purchase both urgent and imminent; there was no certain way to go about shutting myself away from the world besides doing it, and now with winter's chill gripping at the nose and fingertips, a cold wind whipping about and ice afoot, all the more reason to step aside and inside to resume creation—and the less time I spent on the street level with the roach and rat like people — much too far from the glittering and glamour filled luxe of Manhattan to be refined, well behaved, or mild mannered, they much emulated a lesser species by their habits and limitations. it was a frequency I strayed far away from, however— I had made it easy for them to stalk me on this particular morning, while although leaving for groceries at close to five or something of the like, and still being followed even then by the strange and shadowy type that at least stayed silent and kept great enough distance that it didn't bother too much, (besides the knowing that it never seemed seemed what time it actually was), that if I left my apartment at all, I would be followed; But, I had doubled back for the books after just by habit, though with a heavy load of groceries—baking goods and other heavy things I normally didn't buy, plus breakfast foods for the long haul, a self-initiated lockdown— and I knew that the later into the day it got, the more ‘sims' (a term I had deemed the robotic gangstalkers sent about remote controlled by their devices, whether they were doing it with intention or by force, or not.) They seemed at the disposal of the controllers, and while some of the sims were just weird, robotic drone-like people, many of them seemed dangerous—their frequencies almost creating such a friction that it seemed a disease to be in their presence. It had become clear that though docile and complacent, human beings had become weaponized by force, and the only thing keeping a revolution from emerging or a civil war from breaking out, was the intense divisiveness amongst people. People chose to remain as slaves, in utter complacency. I was skinnyish from running and awaiting the arrival of my Peloton, however. There was still 24 hours between now and then, the arrival of the beast and though I had spent the day before completely off grid, instead enjoying my now small library—though needing to be properly re-sorted, as collecting more literature had made a mess of things, (and though I had picked up a toy Hello Kitty Ukulele as wall decoration), I still somewhat refused to buy rugs or other practical decor or furniture, such as bookcases or even a bed. I was being stalked, followed and regularly tortured by sound and vibration interference— frequencies aimed directly into my abode, especially at times when I had wanted to rest, and though I could have avoided entirely at least some of these awful people by just leaving a little earlier, I then would have missed the all-too-beautiful reddened hues of the east coast sunrise; I had actually never seen such a ruby red light cast upon the Brooklyn brownstones, and although the people were sometimes ugly (the open-mouthed coughing ingrates, that is), the red and gold sunlight over the fallen leaves and east coast architecture almost made it worth it—and with any reckoning, my coughing back at the nasty little monster was a telltale sign that eventually, I'd either start beating the shit out of people when they coughed at me in public — or — I'd eventually craft a world without them in it by staking away from them, and taking long breaks from practicing behaviors and habits they exhibited. I no longer wanted to fit in, or become popular, or accepted, as I had finally realized that it was just as it always was, back in school: the popular people, even in music, “art”, and what was supposed to be “culture” weren't very bright—they were just brighter than enough of the people around them to get ahead by just enough whether by looks, money, or sometimes but rarely now, even, superior talent. They had been elected as representatives of the masses—the common man, the not-too-smart; the easily manipulated, and the docile. The superficial next generation was programmed to be limited to what had already happened; a stalemate in ingenuity, high art, and evolutionary consciousness in culture had been reached, as observed by dealings with the public world, as I studied their listening habits, social normalcies, and collective behaviors. The less time spent interacting with these ‘sims' and drones, the more in-depth my thoughts began to flourish—seeing in full color spectrums and patterns, acting and thinking in ways I was blessed to be abnormal in. I was no longer complacent in a world full of material greed and commercial competition, no longer feigning for mere objects that simply with decent credit anyone could go well into debt for—and most did. Instead, I would wear my same recycled clothes, keep to myself and my business, and craft from within some kind of masterpiece the world itself could no better inspire than I on my own. I was now the proud owner of a small library—and into my list of small but sacred prized possessions, two pilot television scripts from the era before which Television had deteriorated, in the onslaught of streaming culture; these two pilot scripts, neatly bracketed and crammed in between classic novels and cookbooks, were my happiest find since the treadmill, and of course— the Omega Juicer I still wasn't sure would ever work, but at least, watching the 11-year-old instruction video had given me a proper laugh, and besides not having the patience to further explore whether I had put it together incorrectly, or if it simply no longer operated, it was a device worth further considering spending time in order to try to make it work, before spending something awful on a machine of equal or lesser value. The treadmill had worked right away, and I was now clocking in segmented runs of about 4 miles a day— working my way up to seven, with the actual notion and belief that it was those Madonna-length runs which had manifested this apartment, and, that with the Peloton and those runs combined perhaps, if I were to stay in New York, an apartment in one of those tall shiny buildings in Manhattan would manifest itself—only second, of course, to a house in the Hollywood Hills. As for America, there was nowhere else I could I should be, I thought, and something strange had happened without my noticing—without any promotion whatsoever, I had garnered an unusually high amount of streams on I Love New York— surprisingly, with global response. I had gained followers and listeners in London, Germany, and Spain— top countries for dance music, and as I studied my metrics, I realized that the type of music I found easiest to make was performing the best; House and Techno snobs never changing, I had found a niché, and, another interesting point I had gathered was to find the Uptown A, without any promotion or live performance, was gaining traction and followers. Though minimal, without any effort, the numbers climbed all on their own. I found it astonishing that with no promotion at all, somehow, the album had circulated. Now I wished I had the focus and prayed for a way to finish the short film, or, collection or videos with a vague storyline which connected them together—however anyone wanted to see it, if they ever would. I was still largely out of storage space, and the phenomenon that the psychological terror attacks seemed to happen most frequently while online and even connected to my own private network, the more time I spent online the more time I spent under the blankets of honking horns, ravaged by motorcycles and modified engines, though—I found none of these people to be impressive or very powerful; their being counterproductive only alluded to the simple fact that it had become clear more people were born or made through neglect of some sort to be more useless than not— and so in effect, had to make use of themselves in other ways. I was almost trying to forge an alliance with the neighbor, but there was still some deepseated mistrust that probably had less to do with her race than her gender acclimations. I attempted not to judge, but it tormented me that anyone could knowingly sleep with a married man in exchange for a job and then expect 3 million for it was beyond me. Her unexpected visits and eagerness to see inside of my apartment was a discomfort, but to discover the likelihood of her induction to the wealthy— a millionaire status— angered me, but I was sure it was meant to, in that she herself was either some sort of plant, or a gangstalker who had been sent to gaslight in some sort of way— procuring information in one way or another or simply to plant seeds in my mind that hadn't needed to be there. It seemed she was in need of something—information, and that her motivations went beyond curiosity, however misjudged I might have been. Her actions seemed provocative and invasive, and however—the restlessness was already out of hand. I did my best to keep the peace, knowing all too well that a privalaged person made upset could be damaging and destructive. I had lived long enough to understand that, in fact, a cute little white girl could get her way with just about anything, using their ideal status and high regard as a tool of manipulation. I had no doubt that she would probably get her way— millions of dollars for doing nothing and being offended by it/- or even further, that it was all just an elaborate story crafted to further crank my brain, in addition to the motorcycles, the door slamming, and of course being followed to the gyms here-and-there and having had the entire year of living here being a nearly intolerably, noise filled nightmare. She had, after all, gone through wild and extraneous efforts to forage her way into being friends or something of the like, and, in my final attempt at being human, I thought to at the very least try to understand the idea of friendship, though probably having become forever unable to actually attain it. Friendship required trust, and, after hearing about her lawsuit, apparently for having had an extramarital affair with her married boss, with whom she “believed” was “in love with her”, it was perhaps the initial feeling of discomfort which had foundationally placed this person in the danger zone—that there was ‘just something' I couldn't trust about her—and I wondered as a future business owner how it might be the company's fault for her obvious moral defects. Further solidifying every reason to never pursue a married man, I pondered this; that in the modern practice of validating feminine toxicity and masquerading it as ‘justice' or ‘feminism' only further keeps women away as a whole from obtaining equality— on the moral high ground that one should not sleep with her boss, or should immediately report threatening behavior rather than to allow it in exchange for professional promotion, it only seems that the tactic of manipulation has to at some point come into play when indeed, over a period of time, one has gathered enough evidence to factor in a judgement that the company should compensate them. One should not be simply compensated for their willingness to display affection and exchanges of intimacy in a work environment if not reported at first concern; I was old enough to know better, so I figured certainly anyone given a few years in either direction should have a clear understanding of such. I had dealt numerouy with narcissists and manipulators all of my life, and it almost seemed an immediate red flag that she seemed to want so much to be friends, especially after having audibly reported me for various discrepancies—besides the obsurdity that she had decisively slammed doors as a means of getting attention. Perhaps it was some sort of sponsorship of sorts, indeed that she was a gangstalker herself and was being incentivized to act in such ways. For weeks, we had fallen into the habit of overendowment by way of gift exchange. Still, these were blurred lines; and I thought it best to be ‘friends' with a dangerous person rather than actual enemies. Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer, and of course—keep it light, and simple, and on the surface. She might have known my line of work, but nothing else, and it seemed that I might actually have the advantage here— besides her being Caucasian, obviously of privelege and wealth and my being multiracial. I knew more about her than she did about me, and, under the suspicion alone that she was a plant, and with the confirmation of my theory that she had also been burning sage, (now having done so admittedly knowing that the other neighbors would suspect and report me), and the apparent falling out with the other neighbors over something I had neither asked, nor was interested about— perhaps the simple fact was, I distrusted her immediately just with the intrinsic sense that she was untrustworthy; the type of woman who would knowingly sleep with a married man, and worse— with the intention of monetary gain in mind. The type of woman you don't want around your husband, period. In that way, perhaps it was simply that I was traumatized, once having been severely cheated on and lied to by a serial cheater and later wifebeater, that it was impossible to not see myself as ‘the wife'. Though now happily divorced and not quite straying from single, though planning to somehow be married again even if it was in the style of Elizabeth Taylor or, Richard Pryor—or even Marilyn Monroe, just repeating the process in insanity, I realized, however impractically, that I enjoyed being married, and monogamous—and even if this did make me a simple and easy target for infidelity, I had learned something very simple and wholesome about myself; I was a good woman. And I enjoyed that. —Tales of a Superstar DJ. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©
‘Good girl.' It would be my first deck of tarot cards since leaving Mexico, and though it would take longer than I would have wanted, the yoga mat would nearly complete my in-home fitness essentials. The Peleton bike would be delivered mid-week, and although I owed another $120 upon activation, it didn't seem to matter, as I could delay its activation by another month and begin budgeting its monlthy rental fee at the beginning of the year. At top of my list of actual priorities, were my college application fees, and of course— though it seemed foolish to dwindle down everything I had been saving into almost nothingness, it was better now to consider my purchases that had been weighing down my processes than later; I still owed an album by the end of year when I would lose my distribution service subscription, and, I was nearly a month behind the release of I Love New York and yet still with no music videos to show, I thought to tackle the worst of the bunch just from my phone, but I hadn't the focus really— the most withdrawn I became from people around, the better I felt; the cleaner my apartment was, and the more energy I had to run, though it still felt as though I was being attacked at both sides—from people placed outside on motorcycles, or from inside, the door slamming gangstalkers, the simple solution it had only seemed was to move the treadmill, and after realizing that no longer fully aligned with the door while lounging on my couch, simply moving things around my apartment would give me an upward advantage. The neighbor girl seemed all too eager to come inside my apartment, and had tried on multiple occasions, and while I planned to eventually invite her over to share a meal to make face, I would be remodeling and rearranging first—I didn't feel comfortable with her knowing what I had or didn't have, or the way my apartment was situated; it seemed everyone within the building actually was part of some joint effort, and to this affect I could no longer trust others with any of my sensitive business. It was too fragile, and too much of a risk just to be open and honest about myself, or my intentions with the world— not that I had too many intentions at all, but the ones I did have could be easily persuaded into dissalusion by the perception that I was going to fail—just as I thought that it was obsurd anyone should be entitled to millions of dollars for seducing their married boss—there was little chance she felt at all that my career was going to be taking off in any upward direction. Still, there seemed to be some kind of benefit to having an eye and ear witness to the motorcycles that had been wreaking havoc over the last year—not only was the noise unsuable and unacceptable, but the tremor I had started to develop in my left hand began to make me irate at the thought that these evil creatures had given me enough anxiety to rewrite the parts of my brain in command of my body. These evil ugly little creatures were just annoying, they were making me disastrously ill. My stomach boiled with anger and hatred for this evil—and I although I knew that in time the perpetrators of these crimes would be punished for the harm they had inflicted in much crueler ways and wish harsher punishment by none other than the natural karmic justic, I still had grown beyond awe that the simply put evil and greed of man could force itself upon the innocent with such intrusion and invasive petulance; as if mankind of humankind had not evolved at all and that these roach like pest creatures were no better than the animals they insulated—or the sickened ,drugged, and weak ones they ate. Not that I blamed the dysfunction entirely on the consumption of animal product, however— the bizzare fact was that the content unrest was due to the sickness and nature of weak minded men with lack of moral or spirit— the nose simply was not normal in this neighborhood, in fact, it was an abrupt force, more obvious as it was observed, controlled entirely by the forces of evil. I knew that the world could not go on in such a way that it was that this could be forever, and infact— as the prices started to skyrocket, monthly subscriptions changing and the surges of inflation I had studied since Election Day itself, I had accumulated with logic the prediction of an oncoming economic crisis which might even exceed the 2008 recession, and even likely mirror the effects of the pandemic, with businesses shutting down once more— and the world at a standstill, in order for the government to attempt to reclaim some of what it had lost in forgaging the dynamics of the election itself. It was indeed a multibillion dollar effort to allow the organized “migration” of millions of ‘undocumented' people into the United States; this was no simple act of mass migration, but a strategic war machine. Now, in the coming days and weeks I had noticed in the corporate world steep price hikes, and had been bombarded even more ferociously by my own debt collectors—something in the economic world was changing rapidly since Election Day specifically, as if the business operators and corporations of the United States had insider information that times were changing; even I had changed my direction entirely. I no longer focused outward on music, but inward; the music scene was stagnant and cyclical, same old, same old. They had sold us all out to the money game and the truth of it was, the most beautiful artists in the world were often lacking in material and worldly connections—that the purest of art was most commonly going overlooked, or furthermore—absolutely invisible. I looked forward to making more music, because I had finally realized—that it couldn't matter. Now I could focus on the types of sounds I had dreamed about and flowed into my head as often as the weak men on motorcycles could not intercept. I knew that these weak men were controlled by even weaker men, and that their only power was to contstrict the art, and the light, and the beauty, and the love that they could not ever know, or make themselves—and so chose to take from others. The true imbalance in the world began to become clear in that some amongst those who walk the earth are simply not born with the ability to ‘do' or ‘create'— to see or to plan on their own; instead, and rather awful, is the innate fact, as simple as it is, is that most humans needed to be told at every waking moment what to do and why, and not only this—but how. With all the capability in the world to access this conciousness, but no will and desire, this type of human becomes malleable—able to be controlled, created, and structured to the desires of another without any second thought as to assimilate a better world for himself, or for the others around him. Nothing can hurt me; I have a treadmill You can say what you want but I just keep running. I'm all out of food, cream of wheat and oatmeal. If you're all out or love, then you'd better keep calling her. STEFON NEW YORK'S HOTTEST UNDERGROUND CLUB IS T A I N T Did they already do ‘taint' Was taint even a word back then! It's always been a thing. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©
‘Good girl.' It would be my first deck of tarot cards since leaving Mexico, and though it would take longer than I would have wanted, the yoga mat would nearly complete my in-home fitness essentials. The Peleton bike would be delivered mid-week, and although I owed another $120 upon activation, it didn't seem to matter, as I could delay its activation by another month and begin budgeting its monlthy rental fee at the beginning of the year. At top of my list of actual priorities, were my college application fees, and of course— though it seemed foolish to dwindle down everything I had been saving into almost nothingness, it was better now to consider my purchases that had been weighing down my processes than later; I still owed an album by the end of year when I would lose my distribution service subscription, and, I was nearly a month behind the release of I Love New York and yet still with no music videos to show, I thought to tackle the worst of the bunch just from my phone, but I hadn't the focus really— the most withdrawn I became from people around, the better I felt; the cleaner my apartment was, and the more energy I had to run, though it still felt as though I was being attacked at both sides—from people placed outside on motorcycles, or from inside, the door slamming gangstalkers, the simple solution it had only seemed was to move the treadmill, and after realizing that no longer fully aligned with the door while lounging on my couch, simply moving things around my apartment would give me an upward advantage. The neighbor girl seemed all too eager to come inside my apartment, and had tried on multiple occasions, and while I planned to eventually invite her over to share a meal to make face, I would be remodeling and rearranging first—I didn't feel comfortable with her knowing what I had or didn't have, or the way my apartment was situated; it seemed everyone within the building actually was part of some joint effort, and to this affect I could no longer trust others with any of my sensitive business. It was too fragile, and too much of a risk just to be open and honest about myself, or my intentions with the world— not that I had too many intentions at all, but the ones I did have could be easily persuaded into dissalusion by the perception that I was going to fail—just as I thought that it was obsurd anyone should be entitled to millions of dollars for seducing their married boss—there was little chance she felt at all that my career was going to be taking off in any upward direction. Still, there seemed to be some kind of benefit to having an eye and ear witness to the motorcycles that had been wreaking havoc over the last year—not only was the noise unsuable and unacceptable, but the tremor I had started to develop in my left hand began to make me irate at the thought that these evil creatures had given me enough anxiety to rewrite the parts of my brain in command of my body. These evil ugly little creatures were just annoying, they were making me disastrously ill. My stomach boiled with anger and hatred for this evil—and I although I knew that in time the perpetrators of these crimes would be punished for the harm they had inflicted in much crueler ways and wish harsher punishment by none other than the natural karmic justic, I still had grown beyond awe that the simply put evil and greed of man could force itself upon the innocent with such intrusion and invasive petulance; as if mankind of humankind had not evolved at all and that these roach like pest creatures were no better than the animals they insulated—or the sickened ,drugged, and weak ones they ate. Not that I blamed the dysfunction entirely on the consumption of animal product, however— the bizzare fact was that the content unrest was due to the sickness and nature of weak minded men with lack of moral or spirit— the nose simply was not normal in this neighborhood, in fact, it was an abrupt force, more obvious as it was observed, controlled entirely by the forces of evil. I knew that the world could not go on in such a way that it was that this could be forever, and infact— as the prices started to skyrocket, monthly subscriptions changing and the surges of inflation I had studied since Election Day itself, I had accumulated with logic the prediction of an oncoming economic crisis which might even exceed the 2008 recession, and even likely mirror the effects of the pandemic, with businesses shutting down once more— and the world at a standstill, in order for the government to attempt to reclaim some of what it had lost in forgaging the dynamics of the election itself. It was indeed a multibillion dollar effort to allow the organized “migration” of millions of ‘undocumented' people into the United States; this was no simple act of mass migration, but a strategic war machine. Now, in the coming days and weeks I had noticed in the corporate world steep price hikes, and had been bombarded even more ferociously by my own debt collectors—something in the economic world was changing rapidly since Election Day specifically, as if the business operators and corporations of the United States had insider information that times were changing; even I had changed my direction entirely. I no longer focused outward on music, but inward; the music scene was stagnant and cyclical, same old, same old. They had sold us all out to the money game and the truth of it was, the most beautiful artists in the world were often lacking in material and worldly connections—that the purest of art was most commonly going overlooked, or furthermore—absolutely invisible. I looked forward to making more music, because I had finally realized—that it couldn't matter. Now I could focus on the types of sounds I had dreamed about and flowed into my head as often as the weak men on motorcycles could not intercept. I knew that these weak men were controlled by even weaker men, and that their only power was to contstrict the art, and the light, and the beauty, and the love that they could not ever know, or make themselves—and so chose to take from others. The true imbalance in the world began to become clear in that some amongst those who walk the earth are simply not born with the ability to ‘do' or ‘create'— to see or to plan on their own; instead, and rather awful, is the innate fact, as simple as it is, is that most humans needed to be told at every waking moment what to do and why, and not only this—but how. With all the capability in the world to access this conciousness, but no will and desire, this type of human becomes malleable—able to be controlled, created, and structured to the desires of another without any second thought as to assimilate a better world for himself, or for the others around him. Nothing can hurt me; I have a treadmill You can say what you want but I just keep running. I'm all out of food, cream of wheat and oatmeal. If you're all out or love, then you'd better keep calling her. STEFON NEW YORK'S HOTTEST UNDERGROUND CLUB IS T A I N T Did they already do ‘taint' Was taint even a word back then! It's always been a thing. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©
‘Good girl.' It would be my first deck of tarot cards since leaving Mexico, and though it would take longer than I would have wanted, the yoga mat would nearly complete my in-home fitness essentials. The Peleton bike would be delivered mid-week, and although I owed another $120 upon activation, it didn't seem to matter, as I could delay its activation by another month and begin budgeting its monlthy rental fee at the beginning of the year. At top of my list of actual priorities, were my college application fees, and of course— though it seemed foolish to dwindle down everything I had been saving into almost nothingness, it was better now to consider my purchases that had been weighing down my processes than later; I still owed an album by the end of year when I would lose my distribution service subscription, and, I was nearly a month behind the release of I Love New York and yet still with no music videos to show, I thought to tackle the worst of the bunch just from my phone, but I hadn't the focus really— the most withdrawn I became from people around, the better I felt; the cleaner my apartment was, and the more energy I had to run, though it still felt as though I was being attacked at both sides—from people placed outside on motorcycles, or from inside, the door slamming gangstalkers, the simple solution it had only seemed was to move the treadmill, and after realizing that no longer fully aligned with the door while lounging on my couch, simply moving things around my apartment would give me an upward advantage. The neighbor girl seemed all too eager to come inside my apartment, and had tried on multiple occasions, and while I planned to eventually invite her over to share a meal to make face, I would be remodeling and rearranging first—I didn't feel comfortable with her knowing what I had or didn't have, or the way my apartment was situated; it seemed everyone within the building actually was part of some joint effort, and to this affect I could no longer trust others with any of my sensitive business. It was too fragile, and too much of a risk just to be open and honest about myself, or my intentions with the world— not that I had too many intentions at all, but the ones I did have could be easily persuaded into dissalusion by the perception that I was going to fail—just as I thought that it was obsurd anyone should be entitled to millions of dollars for seducing their married boss—there was little chance she felt at all that my career was going to be taking off in any upward direction. Still, there seemed to be some kind of benefit to having an eye and ear witness to the motorcycles that had been wreaking havoc over the last year—not only was the noise unsuable and unacceptable, but the tremor I had started to develop in my left hand began to make me irate at the thought that these evil creatures had given me enough anxiety to rewrite the parts of my brain in command of my body. These evil ugly little creatures were just annoying, they were making me disastrously ill. My stomach boiled with anger and hatred for this evil—and I although I knew that in time the perpetrators of these crimes would be punished for the harm they had inflicted in much crueler ways and wish harsher punishment by none other than the natural karmic justic, I still had grown beyond awe that the simply put evil and greed of man could force itself upon the innocent with such intrusion and invasive petulance; as if mankind of humankind had not evolved at all and that these roach like pest creatures were no better than the animals they insulated—or the sickened ,drugged, and weak ones they ate. Not that I blamed the dysfunction entirely on the consumption of animal product, however— the bizzare fact was that the content unrest was due to the sickness and nature of weak minded men with lack of moral or spirit— the nose simply was not normal in this neighborhood, in fact, it was an abrupt force, more obvious as it was observed, controlled entirely by the forces of evil. I knew that the world could not go on in such a way that it was that this could be forever, and infact— as the prices started to skyrocket, monthly subscriptions changing and the surges of inflation I had studied since Election Day itself, I had accumulated with logic the prediction of an oncoming economic crisis which might even exceed the 2008 recession, and even likely mirror the effects of the pandemic, with businesses shutting down once more— and the world at a standstill, in order for the government to attempt to reclaim some of what it had lost in forgaging the dynamics of the election itself. It was indeed a multibillion dollar effort to allow the organized “migration” of millions of ‘undocumented' people into the United States; this was no simple act of mass migration, but a strategic war machine. Now, in the coming days and weeks I had noticed in the corporate world steep price hikes, and had been bombarded even more ferociously by my own debt collectors—something in the economic world was changing rapidly since Election Day specifically, as if the business operators and corporations of the United States had insider information that times were changing; even I had changed my direction entirely. I no longer focused outward on music, but inward; the music scene was stagnant and cyclical, same old, same old. They had sold us all out to the money game and the truth of it was, the most beautiful artists in the world were often lacking in material and worldly connections—that the purest of art was most commonly going overlooked, or furthermore—absolutely invisible. I looked forward to making more music, because I had finally realized—that it couldn't matter. Now I could focus on the types of sounds I had dreamed about and flowed into my head as often as the weak men on motorcycles could not intercept. I knew that these weak men were controlled by even weaker men, and that their only power was to contstrict the art, and the light, and the beauty, and the love that they could not ever know, or make themselves—and so chose to take from others. The true imbalance in the world began to become clear in that some amongst those who walk the earth are simply not born with the ability to ‘do' or ‘create'— to see or to plan on their own; instead, and rather awful, is the innate fact, as simple as it is, is that most humans needed to be told at every waking moment what to do and why, and not only this—but how. With all the capability in the world to access this conciousness, but no will and desire, this type of human becomes malleable—able to be controlled, created, and structured to the desires of another without any second thought as to assimilate a better world for himself, or for the others around him. Nothing can hurt me; I have a treadmill You can say what you want but I just keep running. I'm all out of food, cream of wheat and oatmeal. If you're all out or love, then you'd better keep calling her. STEFON NEW YORK'S HOTTEST UNDERGROUND CLUB IS T A I N T Did they already do ‘taint' Was taint even a word back then! It's always been a thing. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©
Our conversation with Emmy Award-winning editor Lyric Ramsey was a whole vibe. Lyric's eclectic credits include Below Deck, MasterChef Junior, Sweet Life: Los Angeles, Project Runway Junior as well as A Black Lady Sketch Show, On My Block, Clarice, The Goldbergs, Dahmer - Monster: The Jeffery Dahmer Story, You People, Real Housewives of Atlanta, the BET Hip Hop Awards and I Love New York. Also, no shade to any of our previous guests but if we had a Post In Black best-dressed award, Lyric Ramsey would be the recipient. Business equestrian is how she referred to it and honestly, it's perfect. It's no surprise that we begin with fashion as we talk about how Lyric earned the Emmy for Drive with Swizz Beatz, a Hulu docuseries that explores the art cars, oversized ATVs and car clubs that decorate Houston, Texas. Having loved film and television from a young age, this Howard University grad talks about being back home in California after graduation and while leaving an appointment at a salon, seeing a film crew in action on Crenshaw Boulevard in Inglewood. She ended up getting hired on the spot as a set production assistant. We talk about her love of the post-production space and why perseverance and optimism are very crucial attributes to hold tight to despite shifts in the industry. We get into what it means to have job insecurity and the side effects of gate-keeping. We talk about nerding out on editing and why it's important to know multiple platforms and constantly expand upon your skills. Steadily clear throughout the entirety of our conversation is that Lyric is a true blue creative. It shines. It also perfectly illustrates how following one's passion can lead to a longevity of not only satisfaction but success and elevation. --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/postinblack/support
On this week's episode, host Sequoia Holmes sits down with the guests, co - hosts of the BFF: Black, Fat, Femme podcast, Dr. JonPaul Higgins and Jordan Daniels, to discuss the cultural phenomenon that is Reality Television. They analyze classic reality tv show moments from shows like Flava of Love and The Bad Girls Club, rate their favorite shows of today, and discuss how Tiffany “New York'' Pollard walked so these reality tv girlies could run. All this and more! HighlightsFlava of Love Surreal Life Bad Girls Club Love Is BlindRuPaul's Drag RaceJersey ShoreThe Real WorldThe Real HousewivesI Love New York Charm SchoolThe CircleThe Biggest Loser The Maury Show The Jerry Springer Show 90 Day FiancéMy 600 lb LifeMob wivesTraitors Follow BFFhttps://www.youtube.com/@BlackFatFemmePodcasthttps://x.com/BlkFatFemmePodhttps://www.instagram.com/blkfatfemmepod/ Follow Dr. JonPaulhttps://x.com/DoctorJonPaulhttps://www.instagram.com/doctorjonpaul/https://www.doctorjonpaul.com/ Follow Jordan https://x.com/johodanielshttps://www.instagram.com/johodaniels/https://www.jordandaniels.com/ Follow Sequoiahttps://www.instagram.com/sequoiabholmeshttps://www.tiktok.com/@sequoiabholmeshttps://twitter.com/sequoiabholmes Follow BPLP Podhttps://www.instagram.com/bplppodhttps://twitter.com/bplppodhttps://www.tiktok.com/@bplppod
This week on Talkin' TV Jackie, Holden, and MJ kick it off with some MILF Manor chat, rewatching I Love New York has Holden wonderin' if House of Villains is worth paying for Peacock, Bridgerton season 3 made Jackie scream on the plane, Holden checks out Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss, MJ checks out Spacey Unmasked, Max unleashes ZillowGoneWild, Holden reviews the Ashley Madison doc and Jackie loved a board game (including the 6+ hr setup) AND MORE! MILF Manor: Season 2 - MaxBridgerton: Season 3 - NetflixHazbin Hotel - Amazon PrimeSpacey Unmasked - NetflixZillow Gone Wild - MaxAshley Madison: Sex, Lies and Scandal - NetflixMixtape Massacre Want even more Page 7? Support us on Patreon! Patreon.com/Page7Podcast
This week's episode is sparkling like Sunset Blvd y'all. She's twinkly like the lights in the Los Angeles cityscape... especially when looking out from the canyons. That feeling that I had almost 20 years ago still sits with me. I cannot believe it has been 20 years since I found myself a refugee from New Orleans, after Hurricane Katrina. That time was one of the scariest I have ever been in, but those particular memories and friends I made then will last a lifetime! I am so excited to revisit this time in my life! I didn't realize the wild direction this guest would take me on but it happened live, on this show. With that said, our first guest this week is Emmy Award winner and Set Designer of some of the most popular tv shows in the world! Yes, I said WORLD! The Voice? Masked Singer? The Kelly Clarkson Show? Top Chef? The Traitors!! Y'all - I can keep going if you want! Is it Cake? (My babies LOVE that show) The Real Housewives Reunions and a new one but, you have to listen to find out.And throwing it back to the 2000's with VH1 and Flavor of Love and I Love New York! James (JP) Connelly is a force to be reckoned with. His creativity is absolutely inspiring and excites me to NO END! From the conception of each look of every idea to the precision of creating his diagrams from paper to screen! Listen to how it happens and what inspires him daily. It is fascinating! And hint hint, it isn't any set you can find. It's that bundle he holds in his arms, his beautiful baby boy. He's a gay dad too! So, this just puts him even higher in my book! Check out everything James has worked on here! www.jpconnelly.comThen later OMG. I know you know and remember the reality show, The Real World. And if you were a true fan, you the original New Orleans Season AND Las Vegas' Season with our girl TRISHELLE! Well guess what! She is BACK with me to talk about NOT ONLY her role in the AMAZING NEW Reality show "The Traitors" Season 2 but she spilled the tea about her own DOMINATION of that show! Yes- Spoiler Alert! (you should have watched it by now. Sorry! )Trishelle Cannatella WON THE WHOLE DAMN THING! However, I knew she would from day one. Why, you may ask? Because she's my girl!AND I know her ability to strategically think and use every situation she is in and play it to her advantage. Not to mention she is a BEAST at Poker. The Season Finale is absolutely the best scene in ALL of REALITY SHOW HISTORY. Yep. I said that. It was flipping Epic! Find out what she and the some of the other contestants from The Traitors are doing this summer! Sign Up now to go on an experience you can't find anywhere else! A "Traitor's" MURDER CRUISE!Thank you to our family of amazing sponsors! Ochsner Hospital for ChildrenWww.ochsner.orgRouses MarkersWww.rousesmarkets.comSandpiper VacationsWww..sandpipervacations.comZak George's Dog Revolution! The Law Firm of Forrest Cressy & James Www.forrestcressyjames.comComfort Cases Www.comfortcases.orgNew Orleans Ice Cream CompanyWww.neworleansicecream.comReal Estate with Steph & Berkshire Hathaway www.realestatewithsteph.comAudubon Institute www.auduboninstitute.orgThe Gift of Adoption FundGiftofAdoption.org
This week we have singer, songwriter and actress in the studio! We talk about our favorite English words that Filipinos try to say, how Catholic guilt makes us more talented, O.G. reality shows like I Love New York and Next, our favorite cuss words and much more. We talk about her musical inspirations and her most recent music which is F*CKING AWESOME YOU SHOULD CHECK IT OUT. Listen to all of Tyler Lauren's music: https://linktr.ee/tylerlauren Follow Tyler on IG: https://www.instagram.com/tylerlaaauren?igsh=MzRlODBiNWFlZA== Follow us on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/icbtbpodcast/ Rate and review us on Apple Podcasts: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/it-cant-be-that-bad/id1470379470 Or listen to us on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/7FsYf47r7B8fyxgG9elgt9?si=o4k6CKcKS96N6k2t-_WBVw Subscribe to our YouTube Channel: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCjEA7-SGoTV8a5_PfyrxDOg Get $25 off a Brite Lite Tribe Neon Light. Promo Code: ICBTB https://britelitetribe.comp
Finally! Where have you been? …i don't know. I woke you up hours ago. It's been hours… Yes. Okay. It was like Christmas morning, but with no tree and only one present… I L L U M I N A T I Open My Eyes So That I May See Open My Mind So That I May Know Open My Heart So That I May Be Open My Soul So That I May Grow I A M Open My Eyes So That I May See Open My Mind So That I May Know Open My Heart So That I May Be Open My Soul So That I May Grow I L L U M I N A T I –But One was enough. I understand that you've hired me to do your bidding for you, but I believe the terms of agreement are a bit–ambiguous. We love Ambiguity. Who is “we”? You are, sir. Excuse me while I try not to roll my eyes out of my head. That would be impressive. It is impressive. I AM Open My Eyes So That I May See Open My Mind So That I May Know Open My Heart So That I May Be Open My Soul So That I May Grow I L L U M I N A T I “The Insomniac” INT. HOTEL ROOM. AROUND MIDNIGHT. UP. CC “BLŪ” MONROE lays quietly in the dimly lit room; a place of shadows, however warm on a hazy overcast night, the city shimmering through just a sliver of the partially drawn curtains,–in a newly awakened state, eyes still closed. The voice–although not her very own, is familiar; perhaps, a shared collective consciousness, a kind and welcome, yet, heavy handed spirit. There was no going back to sleep at all, though I was certain I'd sleep through the night and into at least the early morning, rising around sunrise; I had fallen somewhat ill the day before, and, succumbed to some stress and anxiety–had given myself a resting day, though not completely uncalled for; it had, in fact, been one week exactly since my last rest day, and it had been a plentiful week at best–one of resourcefulness, and even progress, which I hadn't been used to at all–that is, making such progress that it actually seemed I had made a dent in my endeavors, the list of which tended to be ever-growing and anxietal to even palate, let alone approach—yet, here I was, after several nights—three specifically–of grinding my way through what was probably not the most arduous task, but the most tedious of them–the transference of the massive collection of sounds and songs I had collected over a period of now two years, which was rolling on into three, and salvaging what was now crucial storage space on my computer. It had undoubtedly been a long and strange number of years, all of which had culminated in this, the ritualistic grooming of my own intrinsic senses, instigating nature to presume what had been honorably deviated to me in my time on Earth, a short–in fact, almost non-existent, 30 years. UP. ‘I am awake…like, very awake.' So get up. BLU rolls swiftly out of bed, quickly arranging from her exquisitely organized space a very odd routine; Removing a coffee pot from a suitcase stored neatly under the bed and plugging it in, she removes a carton of organic vegetable broth and pours it into the reservoir. Okay, try not to freak out as I'm telling you all of this. You're in my head. You're in my head. I'm not arguing. Perfect. Hm. Removing a small portable blender from the bottom drawer, she proceeds to blend a protein shake, swallowing a concoction of probiotics and multivitamins with a hefty helping of water from a gallon jug. Some hollywood shit. Are you not surprised. I'm almost never surprised anymore. That's the point. So there is a point. Well, no, actually, you know–the top of the pyramid is flat. That's because it's actually the bottom of another pyramid. So you are learning something. I have learned. BLU drinks again from the gallon jug. Don't you want the smart water? You know–for the electrolytes. FIFO. What. FIFO. What's that mean. First in, first out. OKay? It's standard stocking procedure like, when you work at a grocery store. First In, First Out; the oldest goes in front– What. FIFO: Whatever you have first, you use first–pretty much every job i've ever worked. Well, i've been working since I was 10, so–I wouldn't know that. Oh, that's right. “Some Hollywood Shit” The last candle had burned, and though the first candle had been the longest in length, it had burned out incredibly quickly, leaving the other four around the alter to burn unwittingly slowly as it seemed, actually, almost painfully slow–and though I had asked specifically, numerous times explicitly for protection–most namingly from the strange and horrible creature that had been following me around and coughing incessantly–a force which I knew not to be of any realm besides that of below, from which I had somehow escaped: and by somehow, it only could have to had been the brutal and bloody, gruesomely violent attack exacted by the only man I had ever truly once loved–in the traditional sense, anyway, that is–an event which had resulted in my removal from one realm into another, and then another–eventually, the process of ascension had become beyond imminent, a dutiful awakening of the timeless, formless, source of spirit–the allocation of consciousness and origin of creation through divinity. To what do I owe the pleasure I'm clocking in. How did you even get in here? How did you? I was chosen. You wanna see a magic trick. Haha– No. Exactly. Yeah. “Haha” I've got a headache In my Minds eyes Feel like i'm going to Throw up all the time I'm Out of my body Far out of my time Back To where I am Back to where I am Goddamit! What did you see in there?! NOTHING. I saw nothing. I saw nothing at all–it was a lot of nothingness, and then more nothing. Are you sure. I'm–positive. I'm going to bed. It's 9 am. Then i”m getting a snack–then going to bed. What's it like to Be Beautiful? Oh What's it like to be loved? What's it like to be loved? Oh, What's it like to be beautiful What's it like to be beautiful What it like to be beautiful Like you Not just from the inside From the out Not just from the inside From the out That's what I wonder about As often as the itch That you scratch With her hands On your back Just relax But I can't I've been A big clash For a plane crash I was last shattered Abandoned and stranded Past ever lasting On a first chance For the last dancer Or, It never happened But i beg your pardon He just wasnt happy, And I had to answer The Standard Edition He's a jealous lover I'm a dirty little secret Keep your hands clean Keep your wife happy Keep your mistresses You know I can't resist him– You know I can't resist you And after all i've been through You might as well discard me I've no use to you, you know I'll ever get over you Once i fall i love, it lasts forever I don't fall out, It just gets deeper As you move further I just move closer To finding forever It's somewhere out there Disclaimer not needed It's wrist slitting season I'm biting my lips Shopping for potpourri Awake in a dream I must need you I sleep through I bleed for you But it only looks bad if i show it I'd die for you but it only sounds bad If you know that But you don't though So i keep it to myself Like i'm supposed to Don't you want to Go further Than beyond there? But it's Hollywood! Don't you know– A lot goes on At the top Before you tune in to watch Your primetime dramas and must watches, Your talk shows, And all the content You love Don't you know? Of course not It's Hollywood! What goes on Behind closed doors And off contract, Off the record Or on one If it's beneficial could you be anymore grotesque? Probably not. Be a lady. I'm a boy. No, youre not. Might as well be. That's a lot of pasta. That's a lot of shut the fuck up. God! WHAT. Get ahold of yourself. Carbs. Need carbs. He's a great pretender Most men live lives of quiet desperation Back to My backlot That was so tragic Life got intense Like the rush hour traffic Come out the Valley Passe It's a wild wild world In the wold wild best I'm an animal When the lights are off Yeah, I love to dance– When the night runs long Only when you need; And then i run off I'm a wild one; Yeah, I'm hard to love You just can't love a wild thing As conserved as I seem, That's just the look of things I'm what you need– When you need it I'll be gone, In a minute I come when you call But go when you finish Love, Love monster Set my soul on fire Let no man go asunder Sun comes up, The under cover lover Love, Love monster Love me long, long harder I don't need no ever after I'll be gone, but i'll be back here When you call The love, love monster It was a testament to my professionalism in music business; The Audio Technica M70x, And though I had thought to get the M-50s Going just a step further to prove to myself that after all it was an investment What Idk i just got bored with this. GOD So you're ‘bored' …no. Not at all. GOD That's what I thought. 01 hr 47 minutes- there's a light that shines I can't stand to lose no more I can't stand for more than four Hours at a time In the same place Without losing my mind My mind It's all gone, now (somehow i'll find you) It's all gone now, (somehow, i died again) It's all gone now All of the time I spent all of my nights With the light on Burn me on the stake again I made a mistake to think I had a friend Everything was fake Everything was false Call me when I'm in my right mind, I said Now my phone rings off the hook And i don't like it at all I don't like it I don't like it at all It's too young in the night to be crying But I am I'm trying to hard to impress them (The white supremacists) Jump, Monkey, Jump Run, Monkey, run You have to make money I'll try But I don't like it I got halfway to Madonna Then stopped just behind the long blonde ponytail What's the point of trying When she doesn't try at all What's the point? I'll try, But i don't like it Why try to impress them A terror control system That's my logic Jump Monkey, Jump Run, Monkey, Run If I was small enough Maybe he'd love me If i was smart enough Maybe I'd make enough money I work hard enough, Nothing happens Over and over again It's all the same cycle I think i might be a monster I eat enough for the lot of us I could get lost in times square if I wanted to I could just walk extra miles for bonuses,but How unfortunate it is to be homeless and black You'd be suprised how often those two things coincide From the inside, to the outside From the outside, to the inside It's remarkable how you can be smart and work hard And still nobody honors or respects you or your time, in fact You've got so much on your hands, you might die Picture going on trial For murdering yourself Pardon me, I'm a vigilante What's the prize or cost of murdering A menace to society? A war for water or utilities Honest to God But God don't talk too much She's just stalking up at the Whole Foods Market All she wants Is coconut water And a lover But the latter, however Is harder to find in stock Even harder to purchase On public assistance What a thought. You started it But i can't seem to jump off the platform Or conform for comfort No confrontation needed I'll be front and center at your next event I promise that Promises, promises, promises Killer Whale, Killer Killer Whale There right there He'll gobble you whole Gobble you all up Killer Whale Killer Killer Whale Now it's violets and daisies and violets and daisies Please, please Let me finish this sentence A little bird told me “I shouldn't be saying this” Please, Please forgive me I'm begging you, Begging you A little bird followed me Out the serengeti Now it's diamonds and flowers and Dancing with women and Violets and Daisies and Violets and Daisies Killer Whale, Killer whale Killer Whale, Killer Killer Whale There right there He'll gobble you whole Gobble you all up Killer Whale Killer Killer Whale Now it's violets and daisies and violets and daisies Not a day goes by I don't die inside Just trying to be like Or be liked by You What's that like– (To watch someone falling in love with you) I'm more comparable to the thorns of a rose Than to petals But flawless, I've not been Since I touched the surface of earth Since the dawn, before time and the dinosaurs– I'll of the scars of the wars, have worn on me Warriors More out of labor and honor Than love and of heart Of course I still wonder What it's like To watch someone love with you What a thought THIS—DICK–AIN'T FREE!!! Alright, well–how do I pay for it? Beg your pardon? Please, don't beg. I–what did you say? Cash or Credit? Wait– Cashapp? Wait, are you saying you'll pay I have currency! –for dick? Did I stutter? Are you sure? Yes. Wait right here. Lol how is this all on the same note? Fuck it, like it matters. Does it not? “It's not like anybody's ever gonna see this.” HA HA HA I stil find his dexterity impressive Intuition in intervals, Nonsense, You've left me alone with my troubles And sexual fantasies Now the garden's grown wild With no one to– Enough with the metaphors Horrible, A loss for words moving forward No one's mowing the lawn here –I've got it covered. I should have you locked up I should have you locked up I let you out of the box with my thoughts What a massive disaster that was The cat was just curious Now, the next chapter I should have you locked up I should have you locked up Now, There's a cradle in my closet full of skeletons I finally bought that peloton, So i could be one of them Dance, my friends Dance with me Dance I should have you locked up I should have you locked up Watch this, I turn the clock back I cocked my glock Haven't had a chance To learn how to use it Seems simple enough I walk the line, in a broad sense Biracial, I'm fine with it Neither on one side, or the other What a race war How long have I got left On this planet Half a century? Less than that Less than that Dance my friends, Dance with me, Dance I'm finally a skeleton I'm finally naked on purpose (It was all for him) I could have half of my friends on the roster The dog barks for hours Never the master for half the land on the plantation Was paved, by the matron He gave all his children to So clever I should have you locked up I should have you locked up I should have forgotten all the words to this Somewhere thereafter The cause and effect was “The cat was just curious” Now I'm a skeleton. Don't tell me not to touch it I'll only salivate harder, at the thought of it Christ almighty. What. She's a sex slave. God! What? I said yes. That's a bargain. I consented to this. Wat the fuck are you watching. I don't know. It's so good tho. What is it. I don't know. There's no commercials. Like no ads. No. Not at all. It's been hours. Hi. What's this. Flowers. *sniffs* The flower opens and activates a gust of strange dust. Gotosleep. *does* Oh no. Wow. *Meanwhlrle* SKRILLEX I don't want anything to do with this. It's too late. What. –just remember, you started it. DIE, DILLON FRANCIS, DIE!!! Woah! Should we intervene Probably. I'm not gonna. Trust me, you're barking up the wrong tree with this. *shrugs* Listen, I'm programmed to fail. Well, that's devastating. Trust me, it is. Why would I trust anyone about anything –ever again? THIS IS IRV [VERY CUTE ROBOT] IRV IRV! AWW. Or– I. R. V. – Which Stands for Infinite Replay Value – Technically, “The Infinite Replay Value Unit” IRV Hello! He's so cute! Yes, well-he's programmed to be approachable and welcome in high volume environments. IRV WE ARE FRIENDS. Aww. After some our previous prototypes provided some difficulties.. FLASHBACK: A RAVE IRV Prototype is not as cute. IRV (PROTOTYPE) HELLO. YO. WHAT THE FUCK. [A wook punches the robot] Oh hell naw. We've made some serious overhauls to the unit, which includes the overall appearance of the module. Just let me lick the balls. You don't think it's serious It was We're at war with ourselves With each other With one another First, as one And now opposites We're at war For ever after Or auroras Limiter Limiter!!!!!! Dumbass All's fair Turns out I brought a gun to a knife fight Done wrong but I'm tryna get my life right Long layover from a short flight Been a whole year and I just got mine Write a lot of songs Now I'm deaf, Not blind Just put in my earplugs Headphones IPhone goes on silent, airplane mode Off the grid, offline You got money—- I got time Trust me Mine has way more value ||| Sunni Blu I Heeey like a horse (horse) I enter with force I like 5s and fours Of course of course of course (short) I like wearing skorts (tennis!) Balls out on the court (BALLS) HELL NAW Now i'm at camp flag naw with grammaw and grampaw That's all wrong (BALLS) You see my balls? (Balls) Balls That's all wrong But I'm a boss (balls-balls-balls) They got him on a RICO, Free Young Thugger Only know the code Cause of Kurt Sutter Fucked around and fuck the whole show, Now i'm on it Now that shit is old I'm the showrunner That's the golden era What you know about that? Dexter, Nurse Jackie, Breaking bad (ON AMC) I watch TNT AMC DisneyFamily ABC Subsidiary Companies be frontin me No frontin G I just won a Golden G Glowed up on the Globe I don't know what for But I wrote this show At one years old. Fuck. I think I might be a genius. Well, that's good. Fuck, she's a genius. Fuck, she's retarded. No, cause i'm retarded. Excuse me. You're what. SUNNI BLU I'm retarded. JUDGE …excuse me. SUNNI BLU Ahem. I'm retarded. LAWYERS OBJECTION SUNNI BLU & JUDGE OVER-RULED. JUDGE That's not an appropriate answer. SUNNI BLU Yeah. It is (sips jamba juice) JUDGE No, it isn't. Let me re-iterate the question: SUNNI BLU You asked me why I did all that stuff. JUDGE Yes. LAWYER Fraud, murder– Do I wan an umbrella? Nah, I'd much rather get rained on and write about it How about that How abott it it How about that? How about it? Keep your hands free Stop looking back Keep your head up Pass the coffee shop, but I've already had my coffee I'm being loved like I've never been loved before by an institution Of my choosing Why should I care if there's water on me When my brain is stormy And the birds are swarming Floating in the headwinds You shouldn't come near me with eyes like that Or a kind like that Free trade, no buy backs Long lashes, no eyelids Don't buy that Now I know the drill, Straight back from Los Angeles High fashion The putter patter doesn't matter I'm being loved better by this establishment Than I ever have $35.68 $9.99 - Apple You can cross anything but your fingers Think what you want But go figure Cold hard numbers Are all that forms you And all around you Seems to swarm to harmfully To your detriment You can cross anything but your arms Do what you want But your God Keeps adding up All of your faults (Not that it matters) Just to forgive them You can cross anything but your heart Lock Anything but your mind Love Anyone but yourself So you don't love anyone And anything You can cross anything but your fingers Songs I forgot I made Squints -__- MIDI Hello, You Beautiful Human I'm going straight to the heart Keep the head out for the long haul Always get bored On the double decker bus It was new once Everything was Now it's all just— Check the depth— Check the death perception Persimmon, Per Simon's order Simon says that you're a borderline personality Bipolar- world is out of order Alcoholic what you call that Switch, reverse it At the very worst It's a 4.5 out of 5 stars Don't you wanna Don't you wanna Find a heart today I could be fine, I could be okay I could be cold Or I could be inside Dying Or trying to find The other side of Serpentine or Dynamite I might explode Or die What did you ask for? Wouldn't you like to know oh What did you ask for?! I made a wish that my prayers come true And I prayed for my wishes to get all granted Sometimes I use God Sometimes I use magic So— What did I ask for? “I asked for organic!” Why did you say? I said, “Don't panic!” He said, “Don't panic!” Now I'm living all my life as a madman, Badman, Batman's bad at piano Living in a glass house Cash cow Don't ask me how I got Cash counted out To the last damn dollar And last that I have now Sitting at the register Heaven sent Counting out sense to make Cents of it Didn't I say that before? God, I should work harder Have you ever seen a hallmark card With so much sparkles What did you ask for?! And who did you ask man? If he was the last man standing I still wouldn't have that And sat in the back seat Gladly With a gun in my hand And a song in my head That's a dead man Dead man That was too fire But the truth is I could unfold you That was so cold Like my heart is I could have told you I got this. Get out of peripheral with these distractions, man. Let me see your phone That's all the texts you have?! Don't open the trash can No post-delete options. I should forget all of you. I should just admit myself to a psyche ward, And get it over with (Oh wait, I did) Now, Let's forget to be a cynic for just a minute When I'm senile I'll admit it— I'll let it slip I'm a pesophile. Okay, gross. But that's not PC now Everyone's welcome Oh, a PC, wow. I found it at a garage sale . What did you ask for?! What did I tell you?! Who do you pray to? Weren't you just in my bed last night. I want to be wife material for that guy But I'm not white enough I bought robot and fried it with water You might be retarded. You might be my daughter Cause I fucked your father. Haha charade you are Haha charade I bought her a nice car Haha charade and bombs on the world war What did you ask for? A blowjob. A nice car. Alright. Wish granted. Are you sure. I am God. I was never uncertain of anything not once in my life And once I was, I died Did you get that? You got that right? What did you ask for?! God, I take it back, Lord! Now you're in my back yard, yeah, it's Hot as fuck man, like an oven, do you love that?! no. Ok, I'll turn it off, then You would do that. I would do anything for your love I would do anything for you I would do anything for your love I would do anything I would do anything I would do— I would do anything he asked I'm a sex addict A psychopath Have you caught on yet. Come on! You can cough harder than that! Hack up a lung Or a heart So I kill myself harder next time Just to get what I want Get up, Dog. Your dog's name is Dog? My dog's name is God, but when I call him that, he does weird shit. Like what? [just watch] All the bank holidays: That's when the money gets washed I think I know too much, yo (I think you know just enough) Hey, God. Hey, what. Did your dog just talk? I speak when spoken to. That's enough outta you, scooby doo. Who's Scooby doo?! Oh My God! What?! What the— Stop it! You're a Dog, Dog! [Dog being Dog] See. That's a lot of money, when the world ends (You don't wanna see when the sun does down) I like a lot of eggs on my hot sauce I like a lot of sweet on my body And soap in the crevices Heaven has crystalline waters And stop-start- stop-start-stop. I've got a lot of scars on my suffering I got a lot of under covers asking me questions About my upbringing Ringing any bells? Comedy happens in threees; Ans there's three of them following One by the exit And one by the freezer waffles, As if I'd not notice A careful of orange juice and laxative tablets Are you having fun yet? I have to! I'm ugly! Please, don't cal me out yet I don't wanna go back to my body Just don't call the number If nobody's home, There's no one to answer I just took half a pill I'm just lying my head down I just took half a pill You're going to hell now. And, If I'm not careful (Or careful enough) I might just get what I asked for I'm getting undressed, for the officer Opposite starring my favorite actor A Grammy award And an Oscar; Who would have pulled that plug I want to live better than that A sigh, then a pitiful shrug Hm, I wonder what happened (A very lackluster performance, from all of the actors) [discovers a body, however, isn't at all quite affected] I'm going commando. I'll see you in court, then. What about MARLON BRANDO Haven't I been dead for ages? Have you now? … The man with the clarinet Boards the train at Lexington And does something very red (A song from the heavens, Haven't ever heard the title Haven't ever been to temple After all, I've just remembered My own clarinet And I haven't a penny to spare No, I haven't a penny to give to the man But he's probably Better off Without my luck After all And after all The love I've lost You'd have to jump from this side You'd have to jump from right here I think about it all the time— I've thought about it for a year But you're still here with me And you're right here with me And even though I miss you I'm right here near you Another alibi I light The fire Beside The tree I like It burns So bright (Right beside you) I'm Behind Awhile I'd like To think, though In awhile I might find you (-!95$34) (Another mile) I saw actors in Manhattan; Two A's came before the E did Then came along the C train I didn't even need it I could get off at Euclid I could pretend to love you I could admire all this But then I'd have to come down Just a little closer You're gonna have to run, now Run it all off Wash your hands of all the blood Open up a good book It's gonna be a long one Don't get it wrong, No! Don't call the number You've got it all, wrong, I promise &'m sick of this. Inner Now, whose the controller Yes, I brought you all here It smells of bread and butter, I've got another suprise for you darling You wanted a blonde, And you got her I hurt hurt once before And once more after He struck me a third time Now I live in the bathroom (I died in the bathtub) Listen, Linda, listen I wrap all these sounds around my words, And you know that we're done for; God, “I Love New York” “Fuck New York” I've never been there… This could be priceless I showed up with music equipment in Suitacses All of my vices and a Destination in mind, One flight away, But now I'm living near Idlewild Wild eyed and idly Don't think too hard about it Wrapping my mind around it What costs the Eiffel Tower On the night of your life Or a fight with your wife For a dollar or five Jimmy Fallon You just had to I just happened to find a laugh in the bottom of a brown paper bag —well, they used to be plastic. I cut the card into pieces The card into pieces The car was on fire And I was inside it I cut the card into pieces The cars in the lot Are the carsa you're dealt with. Death is just another Part of it Ha five guys One banana Persona Fuck I gotta be all of em?! All of em All of em!!! Don't you find it odd how it all comes up when you search for A number God, bless ‘em, Eating burgers on the subway I hope nothing is airborne I once watched someone defecate Then fall straight to sleep in it. Or, maybe he's awake. Oh, maybe he's alive, nevermind It gets violent sometimes That's a lot of blood. (Yes it was) I think somebody died here. And the time keeps changing Like it's daylight savings Sometimes just by a minute Like it always did Other times, It's astonishing It went back a whole hour Forgot it was December; And that's when I realized Neither did I this year. Fall back Or spring forward at all I was between them, rather Either side of the platform I never minded I'm just a rider A writer sometimes, Almost never a woman almost//always always//almost Famous But I alike almost always better these days Because I'm definitely Going to regret making all these wishes Might fuck around and get what I asked for My prayers , well, they always get answered I haven't been on my knees in awhile, But of course, I've been injured That's what I get for trying to be a Madonna That's what I get for trying to take after Beyoncé That's what I get for wanting superstardom You started it! I did not! That's what I get for sorry! (A new one) Gotta love synesthesia. c o l o r s I just had two big ass burgers Come plate with the fries And the shake Like I like And I liked it Gotta love all the bouroughs Except the Bronx The whole place is a brothel *coughing obnoxiously* Probably bronchitis But why follow me Why follow a God when in in your time, there hasn't been one? Only false prophets Psychics and martyrs Philosophers, Doctors, Orders and Brotherhoods Onto your calling; Who spoke of your coming— Who wrote in your honor Not a son of God, or another A mother, a daughter So who got it wrong again? I gotta go under. Write me a song again You want another Of course But I'm loveless Impossible. Love, love is all you are Love, love is all you are Love, love is all you are Is All you are Is All you are is— Love Is//it It//is Is//it It//is Time for another Time For another Time For another Song For another Child For another Time For another Time For another Time Is One Time Is Our Heart Is One Time Is One Time Is One Love Is One I Wrote this on the train Getting by on life Getting high on music Wondering if I should just End it all Or Figure out How to put the Song inside these Words Talk is cheap But I haven't said a Word I just let the World Go on around me Even though it plagues me, Sitting on trains With the coughers And shaking legs people I could pop a pill or a hundred Just trying not to feel Like I want the whole world around me To stop and shut up Just so I can have some Peace But It's New York City The world is ending It must be The drones on their phones Others fly on their own And The words of the prophets are Written quite loudly On subway walls And in Hallmark cards Sometimes Google documents Man, my knee hurts like a motherfucker I really need money But I'm made of music and Something else, probably valuable If I could just wrap my head around it My head around it Why don't you just jump in?! You know I don't like the cold Well, it all sets in at once That you're getting old And nobody told you You'll never be young and pretty The whole damn life Not one second as the engenue Your mamma put the devil in you And just kept feeding it fire I like flaming hot Cheetos With Philadelphia cream cheese And pickles And that's when I thought of it; Deep fried pickles— The breading is made from flamin hot Cheetos And Doritos With cream cheese filling The secret ingredient is cinnamon I'm a vegan. Of course you are. What the fuck. Idk really, I'm off in one stop And Stuffed crust sounds awesome. Stuff it with what?! Cheese and pasta. What. In the crust. ITS MAC AND CHEESE. I'm Another crime scene On Sutphin archer Where's the body Where's the body Just like clockwork A glob of cops stopped Here's comes the claw, sir I have a flaw In my honesty I should change that around a bit See where it gets us Where's the body Where's the body Another crime scene On Sutphin archer You're not from around here, are ya Spoke the troll under the bridge Spewing his smoke from his nostrils I clobbered all your apostles! I know the devil when I see him Where's the body Where's the body Another crime scene on Sutphin archer I bought a home On nothing but poetry I'll show you the deed If you show me your penis Where's the body Where's the body Where's the body Where's the body Where's the body Where's the body Another crime scene on Sutphin archer The bus was rerouted The nights getting colder The worlds out of order It must be important to suffer Or else I'd be Someone whose never heard of this part of New York Its fucking disgusting. (Where's the body) Where's the body Where's the body) [fade to black] It's almost 11:30 I went to Manhattan for bananas and a 15 minute workout They were out of water Like the world is gonna Be if we don't get smarter So much poverty— And no laws on the bodies that spawn us But you can buy ass and tits for a dollar From someone's daughter And watch her on tik tok Screenshot Another year backwards Just before I got here What were you saying? GODDAMMIT JEFF GUESS I'll see you afterward Oncoming apocalypse I might just be here till close A wolf, I blow the whole house down I might just keep my old clothes, when I'm up Just to remind to not come down I wake up at the sun down from like 5, not just one town. I like snap backs as my crown Fuck, I'm gonna have to come back to this one ROLLOUT THANKS NUMBER 5 Don't forget to collect the doubles Just past halftime Can't nobody score on me I'ma move in one ‘em Guess I gotta wait I gotta owe em You don't one me You don't wanna know Why I don't get lonely Go to sleep on only When I'm post workout Show me something Show me something in I wanna meet your producer You beautiful honey But his bass is ruthless My old man a loser I call him useless I only use him for two things The first one was training my toothless Truth is, Simpletons get ditched for Singletons More on that later That is a good story Lol LIL BIIIIITX this is something I don't understand My latest roommate Fuck this bitch But honestly? It's been baffling my mind. This bitch. Fuck this bitch. But the thing is— It really does blow my mind Every single time she uses the toilet Every single fucking time. Like every time.. no matter how clean it is. No matter how much BLEACH I use. This nasty bitch— Fuck this bitch— Because every time she uses the toilet Every single time It smells like a goddamn public restroom Not just a public restroom A GODDAMN public restroom. Like, a public restroom that is GODDAMNED. This bitch bitch pussy Fuck this bitch I don't even say bless you when she sneezes She's always snorting in her fucking mucous and coughing, anyway. The bitch is like a walking fucking disease. *coughs* *snorts* When she sneezes I can't even bring myself to say “bless you” when she sneezes. And that's deep. Because I say “bless you” to random strangers in the train. Granted, I don't have to live with strangers in the train. But my point is, I'm a pretty easy going, polite and well mannered person But not with this bitch. Fuck this bitch. When she sneezes, instead of saying “bless you” out loud to her, I think instead quietly to myself and my God “Bless me, please!” Because I am praying every moment of every day that God hears my prayers and comes up with some kind of conventional way to swiftly and mercifully change this situation I'm in that has lead to me being around her. Fuck this bitch. Her vibe is NASTY. Her demon is big and gross, She brings like a fucking shadow with her when she walks in the room that just coughs and snorts mucous. I'm like “gross” But the grossest thing about her Is her pussy. Because every single fucking time she uses the toilet And then I go to use it It srmells like a public restroom. WHAT, I'm not kidding. It doesn't just smell like a dirty pussy It doesn't even smell like the stinkiest kissy in the world— No, It doesn't just smell like one pussy at all! It smells like a PUBLIC RESTROOM. It smells as if MULTIPLE PEOPLE have used this toilet repeatedly without it ever having been cleaned I'm JUST ONE USE. I'm like “This is atrocious” and kind of amazing because HOW do you DO this. It smells like a PUBLIC RESTROOM. JUST ONE USE, And not just like a regular public restroom. Like the public restroom in a bar that got SHUT DOWN FOR HEALTH REASONS — Six years ago. But people still come back— Just to use this restroom. That's what it smells like. I'm like…lady what the fuck lives inside you. What or WHO. This bitch. Fuck this bitch. I'm like— Fuck it all. Fuck the RULES. I will burn every last bit of sage trying to protect myself from whatever gross fucking disgusting demonic nightmare energy Lives in your pussy. You fucking gross ass—fucking lady. Fuck this bitch. I wanted to know what kind of demon this was, actually; So. Of course I found out. But I found out the hard way. One day she calls out of work Leaves very beifly, Comes back— Then sleeps for like 16 hours. I'm like “Oh, I know this one” That's not a demon that's— That's actually Satan you let crawl and live inside of you, That's the devil. I feel a lot better now. Cause now I know— She can't hurt me. Cause Satan ain't shit. But yo. That Pusey is a whole other scenario. So now that I know it's no big deal It's just-you know—like—the devil —bitch ass devil— Pusssy stinkin ass bitch— Fuck that bitch I'm already like, a whole ass psycho. What I did— Is I just— Cleaned the toilet with her summer's eve. *shrugs* That should do the trick. Imm pretty sure she's an undercover Yeah, probably that. These guys are getting pretty good I wonder what they want Idk I stopped caring. Stitches Shawn Mendez So I know the using the heater as a psychological means of torture isn't exactly ethical But she said she likes the heat. And her coughing and snorting is also a form of psychological torture— So I guess we're even. She gets to live her dirty, nasty smoking ass in a sparkling clean, recently renovated hotel room And I'll stay up all night with the lights and heater on doing what I have to do to try not to kill myself. It's been 5 years with coughing people following me around. It's either an extremely advanced computer system using technology controlled by the us government using cellphones as remote controls— Or the actual, literal devil trying to make me kill myself— Well, the way I figure— Either way, it's the devil. Cause it's a truly evil thing to have to deal with synesthesia in a world which demands our eyes and ears and punishes rather than rewards talent, only seems to seek money as a means to an end and will do just about anything to keep those who live in the lower realms in the lower realms forever and eternity— But I've lived forever and it's been way past eternity, I've lost everything and given up everything but my faith and my morals My ethics are wavering on a sliding scale— Good and bad are often just constructs. So what's to say that if I finally seek to kill this coughing thing that's been following me since I left the only man I ever thought I truly loved that beat me into a psychotic spiral— Is bad? And what's to say what's good, In a world where Good guys get eaten and often swallowed up? I can't say. But I also can't say “bless you” to a walking torture device— And whatever it is, Is also me. So I am. Maybe j am still as suicidal as I always was 15 minutes to close 15 minutes to 15 minutes of fame I took a 1 to the 5 and a candle to flame I just want to me famous enough That my crazy makes sense (Hey, Kanye) I just want to play with The Mayor I only saved the place So I could DJ there Maybe one day Right now, I hate my roommate (Cause that's Satan) He finds his way in by Making your plate out of (That's not nutrition) And packs of Newport at $22.00 a carton That guy might have a hard on for me Cause I got my heart on the windowsill Imm at 20 yards now, About to make a pass on the cardinals. I been finding crosses in odd enough places to think— And I'm not even Christian or religious at all, but Jesus is in his way back for us, Thangk God, cause I kinda missed my big brother (Or little one) Twins, you know As if it matters who came first, When once, We shared a home, (A womb, or, a mother) The both of us My 15 minutes is almost up, But here it comes again And then again, I'm in it (Cause it's infinite.) It's 10:50/51 I guess I turned that curse around, huh All of my roommates have been spies, It seems like What do you think they want Probably just—collecting information about me For what. In case I decide to run for office; so they'd have something to use against me Why might that be? Some dumb shit I said on a cherry bomb after my ex husband hit me. I see. It'd sooner kill myaelf than actually even consider politics, actually: And why might that be? Because, If I run for office, someone else will kill me anyway. That's not certain. Oh trust me—-that's the only certainty I've ever even seen. I exacerbated the situation; Eggagerated the circumstances Circumvential quantum physics Consequential severance packages Actual reality actually (Whatever that is) Whatever happens naturally Or habitually, intrinsically Environmental enemy, Anerobic catastrophe Everlasting elastic Classic satellite image Interesting, Interateller All the strawberries were the sweetest, He said Hello Felica, Hello Felicia The black berries are in season Hello Felicia, Hello Felicia The blueberries were all on top What a set of headlights On that Honda Hello, Felicia I'm glad to meet ya __ Never leave the house with an unmade bed Cause God knows I gotta lay in it I'll rest when i'm dead, That's what they all said, but The dead never rest The dead never rest Reset, reset I need 22 minutes and 34 seconds I need more invitations To fill up the guestlist I been seein them hoes Speaking in code X's and O's Oh Lord, All I want is a home And to be left alone Unless you know my motion You know The door was just closed But i'm leaving it open If you need a lover, Try getting below me –It's way below zero where i'm from No, no, no This can't be Utah. Nobody's blonde enough Where's the officers Aren't I under arrest for just showing up I'll see you at the Saltair YO. GET THAT THING AWAY FROM ME. I'm sorry, I just– NO. What happened? TAKE IT BACK!! I'm sorry! Please don't fire me. What happened? I don't know–he was just so good with her last time, I thought I might *throws things* I'll be right back. Wait, hold up, I gotta go fuck with this demon. DEMON (or, even, arguably Satan) WOAH. Okay. :||pause. OKay what. When did Supacree become a demon slayer. SUPACREE (V.O.) Oh, right around this moment… FLASHBACK DIE–DIE–DIE!!! SUPACREE V.O. Or this one– HOE ASS BITCH (Or, possibly also Satan) You are the weakest link. Oh yeah, huh. Fuck that bitch. SUPACREE Yeah, that moment was as comparable to as say SCAR throws MUFASSA off of a cliff. SIMBA NOOOOOO– Yeah, it was something like that but– SUPACREE (V.O.) More like this. *FIGHT TO THE BLOODY DEATH* Oh, wow, yeah, that. That was awesome. SUPACREE (V.O.) No, it wasn't. But– That. [Ū.] SUPACREE (V.O.) –is not SUPACREE. Oh, it's not? Oh, the hair. Yeah, but it's still. SUPACREE (V.O.) No, it's not. Don't you think it's weird how this show talks to us through the fourth wall? All I really do is sit here and hit this bong. Ya i'm high af. I'm fukked upppp. Uhh… Hello. What up. …who are you exactly? I'm yur friend. No you're not. Yes i m. Who are you HOw did you get in here. I've always been here. What. No. Hey pass da bong. Tnks. *hits bong* *shrugs* Fuck. I was supposed to take the night off I should polish the silver through the fourth wall Give me shivers and all of that, OR better yet just give me Skrillex And i'll forget all of it. YOu know. i got a friend you would like. I've had my eye on you for a very long time. Oh yeah, which eye? I bought a baby off craigslist– Well, not craigslist, But it might as well have been; A personal ad was posted. Here's everything you want to know How the lonely stoner walks alone at night Or whatever kidd cudi said Now he's dead So I put him on the list for my event You can't even think to get in If you didn't RIP The grim reaper just sleeps in my bed I never rest As I said, I am Legend; One live ends, One begins, but Bury me at 4:20 on 4:20 or something I burn money But not for nothing Gotta believe something –A conspiracy theory. This is only five pages. Yeah, well, i'm writing to Desperate Housewives, not deadmau5. Where is deadmau5, anyway. GET IN THE CORNER. OK OK–OR– GET IN THE CORNER. Yeah, I gotta get off that guy's balls, i think. Aw, how come? [COMPLICATIONS, IRL] BAAAAAALLLLLLLSSSS. Yeah, I don't know. Before: CHAK CHEL Hm. What. What's wrong. CHAK CHEL Nothing. Nothing at all. Do you know him or something. CHAK CHEL …. OH, COME ON. CHAK CHEL WHAT. FIRST DILLON FRANCIS, NOW THIS? I KNOW EVERYBODY. OAGH. EVERY. BODY. OH, Oh, I get it–take the night off. ILLUMINATI This kind of therapy can be hard. …this is psychological terrorism. ILLUMINATI We like to call it – [Flashback] *More unadulterated chaos* And sometimes, even warfare. ILLUMINATI You're a delightful strategist. I'm a psychopath. (V.O.) The technical term is. Ū. I'm a trained assassin. Oh, it's Ū. It's Ū again. SUPACREE (V.O.) Listen, i've got 9 other aliases and like 5 alter egos, WHITE AMERICA We call that multiple personalities. –Or schizophrenia. SUNNI BLU feat. KANYE WEST SHUT UP, WHITE AMERICA. Ya'll are racist. Racist af. IF it was ya'lls kids it would be diagnosed as “Depression” “Or ADD” OR ADHD–So you could give every one adderall. Yeah. everyone not BLACK. I'm BLACK. i'M BLACK. Literally everyone: … That's enough politics. I'm haunted by my own thought's it's sick, Skip this one, really, It's stars and stripes forever and scars and knives and livelihoods Tiger's eyes and bears Oh my I might need a private file Never “pedophile” But everyone has rights to admire what he likes As long as he's white enough. Or light skinned, I'll end this one Exactly how it started I'm still holding a fart in, a spoiled rotten no longer starving artist, Trying hardest as heartless martyrs ought to. Oh my god, I almost didn't get out of those phonetics. I tried to take the night off But – oh what the fuck. Of all the time He got her roses, But she cut herself on the thorns I picked up one Calla Lilly And it meant everything in the world to me What if everything in life was just meant to be A memory Before it could ever be happy? I've got a faulty soul; It's best you'd just stay away from me, All of yous. Better off falling in love with someone So far off I could never be close enough. I rise and I fall with the sun, I'm anonymous. Flamingo, and Owl A bear and a hippopotamus walk into a bar Where An alligator and octopus Are serving up Adios Motherfuckers; They all have guns– I'm just starting to feel so anthrapamorphic (whatever the word is) Imagine the animals, Acting as humans “Pull The Plug” Like it's some dirty bath water I wanted out of this body I don't know how you got here, but just Throw back a beer And remember the plan I'll never be happy With all that brain damage. So just do it. I can't. Pull the plug, Sonny. I can't; you're my biggest fan. That moment has quite literally passed. Out, like a lamp. After all that. I exacerbated the situation; Eggagerated the circumstances Circumvential quantum physics Consequential severance packages Actual reality actually (Whatever that is) Whatever happens naturally Or habitually, intrinsically Environmental enemy, Anerobic catastrophe Everlasting elastic Classic satellite image Interesting, Interateller Don't bother me at the office Pick a coffin Put you in a sarcophagus If you're coughing Damn it comes slowly. Formerly, Yours only, —And that's when it hit me. Everything that I've collected in the last five years is just sitting in a hard drive on my computer. I'm irritated, not stoned. I'm irritated. I'm stoned and irritated. Do you think it'll work? It has to! Fuck, what was I just doing. Before: Fuck. I got no desk. Desk. Nice. Thanks. …need a chair. I WANT THE CHAIR WITH THE HEADREST. I want to eat dinner. Eat dinner. See what happens. Ugh. I have to leave the house first. I need a Chair. Nice. Thanks. Sleepin on da floor. Unh. Sleepin on da floor (Da floor) Sleepin on the floor Oh, that's how it goes I'm on the cellar floor. I'm on the cellar floor— When the girl next door Is the girl next door And the man down stairs Opens up your door What was that all for? Now I'm on all fours: I WANT A DIVORCE. Look, listen, Linda: I'm going to be forward with you. —I already told you— Listen, Linda—listen—okay? A took a plane to the face A plate to the palace Of gold, if you ask of the rabbit, or Alice A fantasy, or fallacy as underworld would have it, But of wonderland, The hatter dances Madly, grand as ever Her entrance, The lost wanderer, Or wonder, the shoveler of holes Just getting deeper, Think of time to keep as secrets, Laugh, but don't believe in magic Keep them as your dreams, Please, dear Seconds turn to hours Into years here I don't have much time (A writing assignment) —and I'm always online What you need, What you want? Hit my line Just be careful Cause money is time Turn water to whine Now stands a story to be told No whining, no crying I am forever years old. Start Michael Roberts is a wifebeater. Keep coughing. Keep quiet. I'm keep talking. Keep texting And I'll keep blocking Keep cheating And I'll keep walking Then a walk turns to a jog Trolls under bridges Turn a princess into frog I'm not high, my mind's foggy. No wifi, I'm offline again Turned off at the wrong time again Ten Pennie's for dime again A penny for your thoughts. I thought I was gonna die on the way here. I died more than 30 times in 30 years, Now I'm here like: What the fuck is this? I don't want to see the future and the past at the same time, In an old place like this (It too much) And my soul's still spinning; I swear I've never been here— Pistol whipped into a whole new dimension When it's not funny anymore What you want me to buy? A subscription? A monthply box? A smart car? Smart water? A prescription? An automatic rifle? Ammunition? With your permission, It becomes possible One nation under Okay, I gotta go I told you I don't have much time My body runs on automatic So if I was there I had to be Here's a room full of people I swear I know But never met before I bet w're all dead here Nothing but bodies and floating heads here Fuck it, I quit man! That's what the drummer said. What the money say when they cut his tail? MONKEY to be fair, I just realized that “monkey” with no “k” is just “money” Well played. Everybody in the sauna is a God. I told you I gotta— I got a pickup at Whole Foods market, I better get on the next train to nowhere I feel like the whole world is falling Like the sky was Don't bother calling! I lost all my numbers I spent it on nonsense And plausible Stop it. What. All my payments are overdue The rent would be late if it wasn't just paid I would play the game if it wasn't so played If I knew your name I would say your name Do you thing. She's a blonde, blue eyes No thighs, 5 feet She's evil, but you can't see that Your penis is bad at thinking But she looks good on paper; Graduated, just for participation Tests ungraded, but she always aced them I have a full hand, four aces She had braces, and a retainer Damn, that dudes's mullet almost fucked me up. Fuck, what was I saying. Great, the girl next door is racist. Lil biiiiitzzz. Being not homeless after not being homeless for 5 years is fucking mind boggling. I'm like, useless. There's nothing in my house But ME That's the bonus, I guess Suprise: State Michael Roberts is a pedophile wifebeater. What's that. Oh, that's just what I have to repeat whenever I hear someone cough. Why. One: because it's true. And it's my fault I never told anyone in the first place. Well, actually I did. But they were racist too. How do you know they were racist. They tied me to a bed and tried to kill me. Are you sure? Yes. Anyway. And two: Because he tried to put a curse on me and I don't know how else to reverse it. How do you know? Why do you keep asking me this. How do you know he out a curse on you. Ugh.first of all. He told me. Isn't he apparently a pathological liar and serial cheater? Yes. Then why would you believe him? Because, he said: FAT WIFEBEATER You know, I control demons. why does he have to be “fat wifebeater” Cause he's fat. Can't he just be “wifebeater” No. Isn't this just semantics, anyway? It's political correctness. It's blatent censorship— It's not “censoring”— It's just a script! Would you rather I change it to “pedophile wifebeater”? It's still gonna be cast the same, I swear! Ugh. lol Jewish screenplay editor? Jews on everything. Lil bitz You know what. I love Jews. That's not even a joke. I just do. No explanation whatsoever, just — Every Jew gets a pass. Jews with yamicas? Bonus. Kosher Jews—with the hats, and little curlies? Double points. You're almost Amish— And I like the Amish. I do. But I love Jews. Man, I'm not even mad I just wanna sit down with a cold beer And a bong in my lap But my dad's an alcoholic And my mom has habits Yeah, my moms an alcoholic And my dad has class Here's a flask I guess I ran out of answers, Of what I would give the man who has everything I said it was a watch, Then assumed that he had one Thought it was a rock Then I dropped it Look, another alter Look, another model in a halter top You're not just a body, if you have a nice body To him you're a God, And he'll never even want me Unless he's lonely It's probably for the better I don't feel like this in public The controlled demolition Of an iconic relic Surely, something must give Surely, something just to Get this bed out of my studio Get this dude out of my head! I told you, I'm not into— Every time I like it, It's the same. Young Johnny Depp?! What?! Young who?! The Young Johnny Depp is Hot. You're Johnny Depp! Very hot. I don't know what you're talking about! My name is Tom! Officer Tom Hanson! (Left) this is wrong. This is so wrong, Fuck. What happened to my left paragraph alignment button. I dunno. Google keeps moving things around. GOOGLE: DO YOU MEAN: Woah. Google's getting good at this Salt & Stones —and blood and bones And ones and twos And twos and ones And ones and twos and Ones and twos And Ones and twos And One and twos and Ones The things that I don't Are the same as the things that I want And ones and Two of you ought to be Better than one If the other should faulter The other one jumps in And Why am I dying of heartbreak, at 10:00 in the morning on an otherwise normal Tuesday? It was any given Tuesday, but not otherwise normal, at all, actually. I hadn't actually written in days or actually done anything normal—rather, normal typically. ‘Nothing was the same and yet everything was, and though I had promised myself to capture some of the sometimes ravaging thoughts with a written gesture, it had escaped me with every bit of apathy and nonchalance as it would; and it would stand to de defined that, if the thought were important enough on its own, it would come back around in due time—and that is, by the time it did indeed have to be written with intent, as not to escape from a realm of contemplation—to become an expanded and exaggerated thought, or idea—and immortalize itself into my infinite journal. And it was. Infinite. There were only so many moments I could cope with reflecting too deeply upon New York City, a monsterous machine of opportunity and money—a many of power and, surprisingly (or not) a modem for ritual. NY is on crack I'm not André 3K —But I might be on my way! Ain't got time for none of these games I'm already famous Ya'll just lames Late to the Macy's Day Parade I'm parked at St. michael's cathedral Tryna get equal Evil people Dangerous: Evil knevial || —get it? audiofish. Every since badman at badfish Backlash Hollywood Blacklist Backwash gargle— grant wish, fairy Tryna get paid! Makes since? Get brain twisted Braids not twists I'm tryna get laid So sick of the tik tok insta Do it for the gram These kids is lame No time for the games I'm already famous Take pics, fakeness Lame Here's one for the fam None for the gram —loudy Here's one for the fam None for the gram Everyday we get rowdy Here's one for the fam None for the gram Straight from the underground Here's one for the fam None for the gram Straigh from the Under(LoudyGround Stack bandz Straight from the blacklands Brooklyn, Flatbush None of them come for us Countin up cash Shoot first, think last Smoke plus dust Sun comin up Cover us (Loudy) Loudy. 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We are reviewing the reality TV show bracket. Let us know what show should be number one. The Farmer Wants a Wife (2007)Penn & Teller: Fool Us (2011)Keeping Up with the Kardashians (2007)The Bachelor (2002)gHOST hUNTERS (2019)Survivor (2000)Bering Sea Gold (20120The Amazing Race (2001)Love it or List it (2008)Mythbusters (2003)Beyond Scared Straight (2011)Hell's Kitchen (2005)Judge Steve Harvey (2022)American Ninja Warrior (2009)I Love New York (2007)Project Runway (2004)Queer Eye (2003)Masterchef (2010)Trading Spaces (2000)Wipeout (2008)American Idol (2003)Ramsay's Kitchen Nightmares (2005)Worst Cooks In America (2010)real chance of love (2008)Wife Swap (2003)Undercover Boss (2010)The Flavor of Love (2006)Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives (2007)The Great Food Truck Race (2010)Shark Tank (2009)The Bachelorette (2003)Judge Judy (1996)Nailed It! (2018)Anthony Bourdain: Parts Unknown (2013)90 Day Fiancé (2014) RuPaul's Drag Race (2009)Ghost Adventures: Where Are They Now? (2019)Hotel Hell (2012)Supernanny (2005)Big Brother (2000)Punk'd (2003)Cash Cab (2005)Battle of the Network Stars (1976)America's Next Top Model (2003)Making the cut (2020)The Voice (2011)Mythbusters Jr. (2018)Cops (1989)How To Build A Sex Room (2022)Dirty Jobs (2003)Guy's All-American Road Trip (2022)Top Chef (2006)The Challenge (1997)Chopped (2009)The Osbournes (2002)Legends of the Hidden Temple (2021)The Real Housewives of Orange County (2006)Pet Stars (2021)Extreme Couponing (2011)Last Comic Standing (2003)Next Great Baker (2010)Animal Cops: Houston (2003)My Lottery Dream Home (2015)Extreme Makeover: Home Edition (2004)Gordon Ramsay's 24 Hours to hell and back (2018)Jay Leno's Garage (2015)The Apprentice (2004)Iron Chef America (2005)Little People, Big World (2006)E! True Hollywood Story (1997)Cupcake Wars (2009)Fear Factor (2001)Hoarders (2009)The Masked Singer (2019)Toddlers & Tiaras (2009)MTv Cribs (2000)Tattoo Redo (2021)Impractical Jokers (2011)Yo! MTV Raps (2022)Antiques Roadshow (1979)House Hunters International (2006)Pawn Stars (2009)Duck Dynasty (2012)Dr. Pimple Popper (2018)The American Baking Competition (2013)Catfish: The TV ShowFace Off (2011)Ink Master (2012)Extraordinary Stories Behind Everyday Things (2021)Say Yes to the Dress (2007)Deadliest Catch (2005)House Hunters (1999)Baking Impossible (2021)American Pickers (2010)Design Star: Next Gen (2021)America's Got Talent (2006)A Shot at Love with Tila Tequila (2007)Primetime: What Would You Do? (2008)Fixer Upper (2014)Botched (2014)Dancing with the Stars (2005)Storage Wars (2010)Sex Sells (2021)The Real World (1992) --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/mass-debaters/message Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/mass-debaters/support
This week the Gays sample a new hard tea pack by the brand Loverboy! (We recommend listening before buying...) Kevin and Justin talk reality TV, the Golde Bachelor, Flavor of Love, Rock of Love and what their show names would be. The Gays discuss their must-listen christmas albums, pop christmas songs and play a fun game of would you rather - Burp in someones mouth or toot on the dick. This weeks cocktail was the Loverboy - Hard Tea Pack!Want to sponsor a beverage on the pod? Cashapp Us here: $TwoBlandGaysFind the mattress to win over the Witcher with CASPER!Use the link below to get FREE SHIPPING on your new favorite mattress! Also save on Sheets, Jammies, Pet Beds & More! You're gonna love it as much as Henry doesJoin the Casper Gang - Click Here to ShopSupport the showEnjoyed this episode? Don't forget to share with your pals and follow us on Instagram @TwoBlandGays
REALITY ISSUES 0075S06 E09 AThe House Of New YorkThis is the only part this week, but we think you'll think that we'll agree that our focus on reality tv this week is actually both on theme and on point. Thanks for reading another on of these key SEO sentences you usually don't read!AI____Get ready to savor a melodious blast from the past as we journey through the exhilarating world of music creation. Indulge in the nostalgia of timeless classics, like "Somewhere Beyond the Sea" and "Blue Nook", and get a behind-the-scenes glimpse into the unexpected, often amusing, moments of live performances. I spill the beans about my foray into show business, the thrill of gracing a magazine cover, and how I capably navigate the intricacies of an ever-enduring song. Hold on to your hats as we navigate the choppy waters of pandemic-induced price surges and the surprising scarcity of certain consumer goods, Gatorade Zero, anyone? We'll take a whimsical detour down memory lane, reminiscing about the Halloween candies of yesteryears and the surprising lack of discounts today, courtesy of limited shipments. From the sweet to the sour, we pivot our conversation to the spicy world of reality television, spotlighting 'Flavor of Love', the madcap adventures in 'I Love New York', and the villainous twist of E Network's new show ‘The House of Villains'. For a dash of the unexpected, we'll transition from human drama to the fascinating world of wildlife. We shed light on the impact of Hurricane Adalia on Florida's native flamingo population and discuss the sudden appearances of moose, wolves, and bobcats in New Mexico's populated areas. Ever wondered about the possible repercussions of these wildlife shifts? We've got you covered! To wrap up our chat, we'll navigate the labyrinth of YouTube advertising, contemplating its influence, and the creative process of making music. Brace yourself for a rollercoaster of intrigue and nostalgia, where every moment promises a fascinating revelation.
Interview by MikalaTV / _mikalatv_ We recently sat down with Kwame Smalls aka “IT” from ‘I Love New York' for an exclusive interview “Off The Porch” interview! During our conversation he discussed the importance of being book/street smart, the influence of African American culture, having acting experience prior to being on reality tv, being upset with how he was perceived on the show, his experience with living in the mansion, the rose incident on the show, sister Patterson, behind the scenes moments that didn't air, being recognized while outside during the show, becoming legally blind after the show, embracing his situation, his perspective on sex therapy, his podcast Convos with Kwame, continuing his reality tv career, his experience with being on the show ‘Cheaters', his upcoming book on being street smart and book smart, his upcoming love show and more! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices
The More the Merrier (1943) & Annie Hall (1977) "You make me want to be a better man." Melvin Udall Two classic romantic comedy-dramas from two great directors thirty years apart, both get to the heart of the bumpy road to love; one taking place in Washington D.C. in WW II where a person would find it hard to find a place to rest his head – let alone the perfect mate, the other happens in the “I Love New York “ era New York, when Times Square was a hub of hustlers and movie art houses sprung up like the spring daisies in Central Park. Both films bringing together unlikely lovebirds… For info on this episode and more, visit the official Cinema Sounds & Secrets website!
Mark and Kenny celebrate the publication of Madonna: A Rebel Life, a major new 800+ biography (in bookstores today!) with a frisky and fascinating conversation with its masterful author Mary Gabriel. Topics include justice for Miami, Bedtime Stories, and the University of Michigan, a sneak peek into the Hard Candy era and the Guy Ritchie of it all, an intriguing new theory about the song “I Love New York”, the evils of Live Nation, Madonna's ultimate greatest collaborator, Mary's personal favorite Madonna song, and why the culture is so resistant to a woman artist telling her own story. Get out your favorite bookmark and dive into this essential new book and order the book here or at any of your favorite independent bookstores. THANK YOU to the team at Little, Brown and Mr. Justin Ravitz for their assistance with this conversation.
PLEASE NOTE: Episode was recorded before the SAG-AFTRA strike. We are not union members but we stand with them!The hilarious and brilliant Dave Amerman (12 Pack of I Love New York, Daisy of Love, and I Love Money; King of Collectibles: The Goldin Touch) joins us to talk the drama of the VH1 reality dating days, weird trivia, and surviving the rumors spread on the show by producers.Support the showWebsite: http://acoupleofn3rds.comInstagram: @acoupleofn3rdsEmail: hello@acoupleofn3rds.comLive shows every Tuesday 7-9pm at Brick House in Amherst, NY and every Wednesday 6-8pm at Spotted Octopus in Buffalo, NY!
Chad breaks down episode two of Benelli's The Fowl Life airing right now exclusively on The Outdoor Channel. The title is "I Love New York" and this is not a lie! We hunt in upstate New York with Nick McNamara who owns Basswood Lodge. The molt migration for Canada Geese is on and it is a pure blast. Calling at them at a mile high and never stop calling until they are in the hole! Along with the hunting we visit with some FDNY Firefighters, master the Buffalo Wing with the brand new Provider Right Wing Sauce, get some awesome scouting missions in, visit some cool farms and dairies, and so much more. This episode is brought to you by Federal Premium Black Cloud, Benelli Shotguns, Banded Brands, LEER Toppers, RIGID Industries, Napa Valley Olive Oil, Basswood Lodge, Corning Ford, CamoSpace, and SecureIt Firearm Storage!
Get the book, The Song of SignificanceGet the Audible version, The Song of SignificanceGet the Kindle version, The Song of SignificanceSeth Godin's WebsiteSeth Godin's Podcast, AkimboThe Carbon AlmanacOur Episode on YoutubeHolly Shannon's WebsiteZero To Podcast on AmazonHolly Shannon's new Youtube Channel, Subscribe here!Holly Shannon, InstagramHolly Shannon, LinkedinHolly Shannon, TwitterBuy Me a Coffee
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We're back back back again from the street corner!SEASON 7 OF MY WIG IS HERE (again!)!! Can you believe it?Tune in to hear Adriana and Isaac talk about all things surrounding their favorite old school reality TV shows! This week we answer the age-old question: does your wig have a penis? It's the finale of I Love New York, let's call it safe sex and wrap this up!If you can't find your wig after listening to us, be sure to subscribe to, rate, and review us!**************************************************Follow Adriana - @ItsTrentaBitch**************************************************Follow Isaac - @everyones_favorite_isaac**************************************************Follow us on Instagram @mywigpodcast**************************************************Become a Patron - Patreon.com/MyWig **************************************************Follow us on Facebook at My Wig Podcast, and send yourquestions to mywigpodcast@gmail.com
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Miami Beach Florida, specifically South Beach has a real crime problem. The cops are blaming the crime uptick on spring break. Florida Gov. Ron DeSantis is sticking up for former President Trump in the Stormy Daniels case. Mayor Adams and Gov. Hochul have come up with a new promotional idea. Instead of 'I LOVE NEW YORK,' they switched it to 'WE LOVE NEW YORK.'
An industry leader in accessible luxury handbags, accessories, and apparel, Rebecca Minkoff's playful and subtly edgy designs integrate the elements of bohemian femininity with a little bit of rock ‘n' roll. Rich leathers and suedes, bohemian-inspired prints, effortless silhouettes, and signature hardware details embody a woman who is both carefree and edgy. Effortlessness is perfectly blended with sophistication for an aesthetic that combines West Coast mentality with a Downtown sensibility. After developing an affinity for design while in the costume department in high school, Rebecca Minkoff moved to New York City at only 18 years old to pursue her dream of becoming a fashion designer. In 2001, Rebecca designed a version of the “I Love New York” t-shirt as part of a five-piece capsule collection. In 2005, Rebecca designed her first handbag, which she soon dubbed the “Morning After Bag,” a.k.a. the M.A.B. This iconic bag ignited Rebecca's career as a handbag designer and inspired her edgy, feminine creations in the years to come. After four years of designing statement-making handbags and accessories with her trademark leathers, studs and hardware, Rebecca introduced her first ready-to-wear collection in 2009.Today, Rebecca Minkoff is a global brand with a wide range of apparel, handbags, footwear, jewelry and accessories. In September of 2018, she established the Female Founder Collective, a network of businesses led by women that invests in women's financial power across the socio-economic spectrum by enabling and empowering female-owned businesses. Follow Rebecca https://www.instagram.com/rebeccaminkoff/ Listen to her podcast Superwomen: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/superwomen-with-rebecca-minkoff/id1426026971 Follow The Big Move on Instagram here: https://www.instagram.com/thebigmovepodcast/ Follow Host Em here: https://www.instagram.com/emroberts.m/
Season 3, Ep 8: Reloading lost episodes from the early Final Word. Stop us if this sounds familiar: it's January, around Sydney Test time, there's a tour to India coming up any minute, and we're wondering whether Mitchell Swepson is good enough to feature. Matthew Renshaw is coming into the side, Glenn Maxwell is vying for a spot with Travis Head. But this was 2017. Were we on the mark with anything? Will we say the same things in a couple of weeks in 2023? Also on this episode: Minty Panesar, the first TFW mention of Javed Miandad and his I Love New York hat, Kim Garth arrives in the Big Bash, and the most runs you could score and wickets you could lose in the same Super Over. This season was originally recorded for the ABC. Send us a Nerd Pledge at patreon.com/thefinalword Find more episodes at finalwordcricket.com 20% off primo WoodstockCricket.co.uk bats with the code TFW20 Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices
This week, we look at the Great Women of Advertising. The Hall Of Famers who broke the rules, kicked open the doors and created some of the most famous advertising of our times. We'll meet the first advertising woman ever, the woman who created the first images of wives as Happy Homemakers, the woman who revolutionized the retail business, the female creative director who inspired the “I Love New York” campaign, as well as some of the top ad women of today. Move over Mad Men, it's time to honour the Mad Women. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.
Devin and Carolina have been through a lot but nothing could compare to the agony of watching the approximately 18 hour long finale of the Bachelorette in which they were forced to watch Rachel be humiliated by hologram clone host Jesse, intercut with footage of her trying to humiliate Tino, in response to him humiliating her by cheating, all while her parents watched. Thank god there was some lighthearted Gabby footage in there too, but sadly her new fiancé has a 90% chance of making her life worse. Plus - the new bachelor announcement that proves how desperate ABC is, a quick Segway into the Adam Levine cheating drama and finally a much deserved tribute to Tiffany “New York” Pollard. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.
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