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-ESPN unveiled a list yesterday of 4 tiers of impatience: Big money investors, Need a playoff run, Title or Bust, and Hot Seat Coaches-In the Big money tier: Miami, LSU, Oklahoma, and Texas Tech….Need a playoff run: Florida and USC….Title or Bust: Penn State….and Hot Seat: Florida State, Wisconsin, Auburn, and ALABAMA! Where would Nebraska be at?Show sponsored by MIDWEST BANKOur Sponsors:* Check out Hims: https://hims.com/EARLYBREAKAdvertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

I'm usually the kind of person who moves fast once I get the green light - launching things overnight, diving in headfirst, figuring it out on the way down. But this past year has taught me the power of choosing not to act on impulse, even when I want to. In this episode, we're talking about the slow burn: not just waiting for results, but choosing intentional timing. I'll share how I've had to plan months ahead for my rebrand, sit with the decision to leave my job, and learn when to trust my gut vs when to trust the process. If you've ever wondered when it's time to leap and when it's time to let something simmer, this one's for you. Find us: Marketing Agency: lifegoalsmarketing.com Content Hub: lifegoalsmag.com Instagram: @itscoleylane @lifegoalsmag Intro and outro music by Oleksii Holubiev from Pixabay

Jake Lyman and Turron Davenport talk to MTSU Head Football Coach Derek Mason and discuss the new CFB Coaches poll, as well as which fanbase has the right to be most impatient

2025 is being an amazing year for Power Metal, specially for us with Crimson Shadows' long awaited new album, the surprise trad flavor of Exvamon, and the upcoming Helloween release, plus some prog mastery by the ever excellent Moron Police. For the Impatient:00:00:00 Pre-roll00:01:45 Sup Nerds00:03:10 Crimson Shadows00:16:55 Exvamon00:24:27 Old Machines00:30:20 Helloween00:43:27 Moron Police00:51:59 Aedan Sky00:55:32 Wrapping Up00:57:01 Kyle will be at Mile High Power Fest Support us on Patreon!https://www.patreon.com/powerfulpodcast Follow us! Spotify, Apple Podcasts, etc - powerful. a power metal podcastFacebook - https://www.facebook.com/powerfulpodcastInstagram - https://www.instagram.com/powerfulpodcastTwitter - https://twitter.com/powerfulpm Music by Fernando ReyEdited by Fernando Rey

But God said to Abraham, ‘Do not be so distressed about the boy and your slave woman. Listen to whatever Sarah tells you, because it is through Isaac that your offspring will be reckoned.

To this, a glitch— A wish that I could just Push my forehead into his chest, I digress, though repressed sexually and interested This sickness is just what he senses as sensual —And I'm understanding of that. —Purpose. I still have four muses, Four mouses, No heads A sad nd four robots Four hoses of cards And no forwards Just haloy endings That I can't Exactly plan yet Fuck this planet It appears someone has badly damaged it No recompenses or divorce No compared, No doors, And no cubords No, Just dead bird in a box Covered in plaster And a disasterous ride With no happy ever after exactly Just another adventure in wonderland And wonder if perhaps You ever could even Know who I am What a clever disaster For sure this serves as serious Let's just get this The the rumble or the severed train above her is still somewhat of a numbing To the other corruption under This, too then, is a lesson unless It just ends and let it simmer But remember, If it isn't in her It'll be another Fondant farewell, When the dinner gets to convection temperatures in the oven, And you're not over her The dozens of doves and boxes of chocolate don't hold nothing to the love you have and the hand you hold And the heart you touch, So don't let it turn cold Don't let it turn over and thump either Don't let it burn And don't let it lower into Where you mind goes When you consider another And another Over or rather You know? Just aim for Satan and everything's great then. Put a cap to a cape then and everything degrades, Fair wealth, good culture, good heart, And all focus It goes out the window to dance with the wolves l Like a bowl full of nothing but meal worms, Not oats Look closer over your breakfast You never know even if you can trust your own mother at four years old But good, god, thank god for the Honor roll Or else how else would the world know mid you were at all all worth it at all of four And still under par, The gold course, of course Is all you know Don't let it go now When all you have Is time in your hands Distractions are hard handed But actual damage? Now, that's hard pass You wanted a song so much Just so the wrong world would call you up For hurting our kind Without ever having known what my mother named me mor why I have to change it Or what the baby calls me From so far north in a place calls home But I'm still not not So you get your rocks Slamming the door I'm at the rock In my mind Hoping for Something better You Wasted All My Time Over What! Don't you know How hard it is To be anything in the world But a pretty white slut! What a knife in the back What a curse on the world— Just to start wars so it never works out Or at the very worst Just keeps the first one going It doesn't get awesome Until I For Real Can block out the whole world Just to upset another? No I came in peace You made me anxious Hold in my waste At the aim of your hatred I heart my hard earned But now I've got nothing more Than the scars on your over opinionated Over offended War cries for her justice But only if it out does mine, Right? Actually, Fuck it I'm over it That's all the words I'm gonna waste on this till bitch You wanted my energy, so you stole it But becareful of What follows it —you're welcome. My license is revoked I've forgotten long ago by now how to break stroke And it's just a throat scratch, A dark dive And I'm trying to try it out a bit But love's a bitch And I don't really ever speak her language I've been distant and lost in translation, and most of all Impatient with the amount of time that it's taking Cause I hate that guy, he's a fly in my space thst just doesn't seem to go away until they mate and lay eggs to replace them. Ugh. It just goes on, It's whatever the buzz It's just all full of lamb and the talk of the town Is who you are now So, how I found out? A roundabout kick to the ass And a fax to the mayor, Before I realized He seems like a complete hater, bro. I have an eight year old, But I haven't seen him since he was five And I think I'm gonna die Cause everyone's nickel and diming me And all I happened to find Is a single penny, so that— Two hours of mixing, Once cent I made— By now he definitely hates me And has been trained to think I'm crazy But these days, living paycheck to oaucheck is a thankless job And the techno snobs are responsible for the upkeep of auschwitz. It seems like a colored woman with a dream should just Get behind the scenes Or a man that sees meaning in her So this is demeaning? Is it? Am I green, or am I greenlit— l And I clean, or am I cleaning Should I Charlie, or should I Sheen it? I could admit I seen it coming but I wanted to disagree with it, It's psychic intuition but all it is is kicking my ass Like I'm inside or the telivison. What's my last name!? I'm the hat man! Are you happy? No, I'm sad man l! And quite thirsty; Is it Thursday yet Or should I should I just get to drinking anywayy I hate all this thinking anyway; I miss l LA but seen it from the scenic route; I used to sleep on the bus and the train, But what I really want is a house And just to be left alone, Some grass to mow, And some to smoke, And a tree to grow, Just like the one from Pocahontas OH SHIT YO. Why, Hello Friend! Oh, this is where that Treepeople thing was going? Yes! No. No? No. No why. Cause we went broke . Went broke what. Trying to get you to— you know— No, I don't I know. You don't know? No? I've no idea… Oh; that's right, you haven't got a clue. {enter the multiverse)} what did you do at that afterparty Stephen?! I TOLD YOU, I DONT KNOW!!!! What does a girl have to do to get a little attention around here?! Here, have some liquid courage. Liquid courage!? Yeah! What's in this? oh, you know… No, I don't…. You— Why does it glow Yeah, I does that! Oh my god, it looks like one of those sparkle— lava lamps! Oh my god, yeah, you know. I'm not drinking that. Doesn't seem— drinkable. But it is— drinkable. Just because you can put it in your mouth and swallow it doesn't make it consumable. Oh—doesn't it? [beat] …You know what. That's fair! —it— yeah. You walked right into thst one. I— yeah. So come on? It got sparkles in it? What are these flecks. For all you know, it's bio degradable? Is that a gold fish at the bottom?! If he can handle it?! How are you alive? The goldfish to be fair seems tmmore alive than he should, perhaps. He looks the woman directly into the eye. He seems extremely concious even. Oh wow. Come on! Ok. Fine. But what do you do with the fish when the bottle's empty? I don't know. Never finished a bottle. What! Never really…though about it. Okay? So! Come on. He pours a shot. Shift changed , I should have made arrangements for a date at an earlier time But really there isn't a reason or realization to it I hate playing the game It must have been an off day when I made it up But that was so long ago now. I haven't put hard thought about it, But forgot I had further options to stop the violence than just talking about it I missed the opportunity to photog or model By tomorrow morning I'll be a little smaller But still broken If I think of any of those thoughts My heart opens up and swallows me whole Talk about a dilemma and not a problem I would probably dress as such as doll If I could afford the money But I'm dollar for dollar Out of dogital storage for my thoughts and performances. You know. So show your age, Nicki Minaj And Migos, the flash flooding Benito is bad Bunny, But you gotta go with the flow of the whitewater With the high collars and high bars If you are so highly throughout of To win an award And be obsessed over by other famous people's Lil bitz I told my ex I joined the army. My gigs kept having weird shit happen. I was like “something's not right.” I thought it was my ex trying to do oojabooja on me. So I told him I joined the army to try to see if the weird shit kept happening. I told that fool I joined the army — I didn't Say what army! Gods army bitatch!!! You the devil! Stop fuckin up my shit! It's 5 PM I'm waking up It's setting in That it's a contruct Not a curse, But there's no cure The demon days The auto wars As darkness falls upon us The Red Dawn soon becomes us OMG! RYAN SEACREST! Everyone forgot about you! I–thanks! *weird smile* Quickly! Get on the bus! We're already on our way to pick up K-FED. COPYRIGHT THE FESTiVAL PROJECT, INC. ™ ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. [The Festival Project ™] The Complex Collective © -Ū.

Did you ever get the feeling that it might be right? Cause I woke up in the shit, And then I paid attention with resentment Had this Patrick for a second amidst the witching hour For a glitch or an instance power, The list, with a mix of here and now Or here and there Whatever you rather, Dan But I guess for now you call me Hamm, Cause I will Jon' you in an hour After all the words have been said Over and over again, you just get cleverer with em Face it, This is considerable damages if by admission I have to press this red button Every time I take a dump Because of these microagressions And blatent intimidations, Racism and hatred, Cause somebody thinks it's okay To attack me when I'm naked And the justification is just that Genetically and empathetically One of us is deficit in the other— Guess which one How does it feel To feel And be real Or be realized So what's the deal With this meal And the plan To dance on the attacks Of your ancestors What's on the middle besides resentment And a clearer picture or each and every or other infinite spectrum? What's the problem with the problem with the kids today? They aren't that smart But they sure look good The problem is, They're all talk, All mouth, and no thoughts {Enter The Multiverse} Is there more? It appears so. Oh… (He takes a long and heavy drink) Its in here too, isn't it? Yes, its—everywhere, sir. All of a sudden, I'm sir to you? I feel as though there may be some impending legal action, and I'm just asserting my loyalty and respect so as to “go down with the ship.” If need be, uh… Well! …sir. You are a good page, aren't you? I hope so. Yeah. [The Festival Project ™} Ugh, I don't have time for this right now. VICKY MANSON is gross. She is a 45-year-old chain smoking trailer trash homebody who tends to menace others behind the “safety” of her computer keyboard, frequenting facebook to rage about email issues like politics and celebrity gossip, still attempting to torment Timmy Turner via trolling him using various social media outlets. She's been called to “Watch” TIMMY, serving out his house arrest sentence while his DAD leaves to attend POKER. {Enter The Multiverse) Copyright The Collective Complex © [The Festival Project, Inc. ™] © 2025 All Rights Reserved -Ū. ____ Omg. This is out of line. Agreed. Call regina. RE-GIIIIIIII-NAAAA!!! She ain't come Call again! [opening the window, yelling out into the project housing courtyard and echoing into all of existence.] REEGINAAAAAAAAAA! [The Festival Project ™] What. Damn. I was just gettin' my weave pressed…and dish soap. I love that new deli. Mm. Hmm. {Enter The Multiverse} We come from the ghetto We lived in each borough We live in every corner We live in these streets We loud in this bitch We proud in this bitch Don't come round this bitch Without a pot to piss in Taking pictures? Bitch, As God as my witness, A snitch is a snitch (but in a limited capacity, I get it, I'll help you win this, Ain't no case dismissed in this settlement This disturbance is egregious, Believe me, I've been causing a scene since 3 AM! Dayum! I might be somewhat prolific, Or even a genius, But right now I just want peace, A Peloton Ride And A peanut butter and Jelly sandwich But weight, i'm out of peanut butter My weight is getting out of hand, Don't know if that's a gangstalker, Or just another obsessive fan, Object, your honor to pardon your direct justification of this heinous hatred I'm helping the gentrification efforts and also Directly affected by them, Because i'm african american (Or half) But what is half to a racist? I take it as nothing less than hatred if each and every time I bathe Satan comes out to play And hey, Isn't it harassment if every time i'm in the bathroom The door slams, and this whore yaps Right outside my door To cause hate and bait me into Further establishing a race war, When all I wanted was a sauna, But i know i can't afford it, And I love New York, But honestly, I'm poor, So i just got bored with it. I probably should have been aborted. To this, a glitch— A wish that I could just Push my forehead into his chest, I digress, though repressed sexually and interested This sickness is just what he senses as sensual —And I'm understanding of that. —Purpose. I still have four muses, Four mouses, No heads A sad nd four robots Four hoses of cards And no forwards Just haloy endings That I can't Exactly plan yet Fuck this planet It appears someone has badly damaged it No recompenses or divorce No compared, No doors, And no cubords No, Just dead bird in a box Covered in plaster And a disasterous ride With no happy ever after exactly Just another adventure in wonderland And wonder if perhaps You ever could even Know who I am What a clever disaster For sure this serves as serious Let's just get this The the rumble or the severed train above her is still somewhat of a numbing To the other corruption under This, too then, is a lesson unless It just ends and let it simmer But remember, If it isn't in her It'll be another Fondant farewell, When the dinner gets to convection temperatures in the oven, And you're not over her The dozens of doves and boxes of chocolate don't hold nothing to the love you have and the hand you hold And the heart you touch, So don't let it turn cold Don't let it turn over and thump either Don't let it burn And don't let it lower into Where you mind goes When you consider another And another Over or rather You know? Just aim for Satan and everything's great then. Put a cap to a cape then and everything degrades, Fair wealth, good culture, good heart, And all focus It goes out the window to dance with the wolves l Like a bowl full of nothing but meal worms, Not oats Look closer over your breakfast You never know even if you can trust your own mother at four years old But good, god, thank god for the Honor roll Or else how else would the world know mid you were at all all worth it at all of four And still under par, The gold course, of course Is all you know Don't let it go now When all you have Is time in your hands Distractions are hard handed But actual damage? Now, that's hard pass You wanted a song so much Just so the wrong world would call you up For hurting our kind Without ever having known what my mother named me mor why I have to change it Or what the baby calls me From so far north in a place calls home But I'm still not not So you get your rocks Slamming the door I'm at the rock In my mind Hoping for Something better You Wasted All My Time Over What! Don't you know How hard it is To be anything in the world But a pretty white slut! What a knife in the back What a curse on the world— Just to start wars so it never works out Or at the very worst Just keeps the first one going It doesn't get awesome Until I For Real Can block out the whole world Just to upset another? No I came in peace You made me anxious Hold in my waste At the aim of your hatred I heart my hard earned But now I've got nothing more Than the scars on your over opinionated Over offended War cries for her justice But only if it out does mine, Right? Actually, Fuck it I'm over it That's all the words I'm gonna waste on this till bitch You wanted my energy, so you stole it But becareful of What follows it —you're welcome. My license is revoked I've forgotten long ago by now how to break stroke And it's just a throat scratch, A dark dive And I'm trying to try it out a bit But love's a bitch And I don't really ever speak her language I've been distant and lost in translation, and most of all Impatient with the amount of time that it's taking Cause I hate that guy, he's a fly in my space thst just doesn't seem to go away until they mate and lay eggs to replace them. Ugh. It just goes on, It's whatever the buzz It's just all full of lamb and the talk of the town Is who you are now So, how I found out? A roundabout kick to the ass And a fax to the mayor, Before I realized He seems like a complete hater, bro. I have an eight year old, But I haven't seen him since he was five And I think I'm gonna die Cause everyone's nickel and diming me And all I happened to find Is a single penny, so that— Two hours of mixing, Once cent I made— By now he definitely hates me And has been trained to think I'm crazy But these days, living paycheck to oaucheck is a thankless job And the techno snobs are responsible for the upkeep of auschwitz. It seems like a colored woman with a dream should just Get behind the scenes Or a man that sees meaning in her So this is demeaning? Is it? Am I green, or am I greenlit— l And I clean, or am I cleaning Should I Charlie, or should I Sheen it? I could admit I seen it coming but I wanted to disagree with it, It's psychic intuition but all it is is kicking my ass Like I'm inside or the telivison. What's my last name!? I'm the hat man! Are you happy? No, I'm sad man l! And quite thirsty; Is it Thursday yet Or should I should I just get to drinking anywayy I hate all this thinking anyway; I miss l LA but seen it from the scenic route; I used to sleep on the bus and the train, But what I really want is a house And just to be left alone, Some grass to mow, And some to smoke, And a tree to grow, Just like the one from Pocahontas OH SHIT YO. Why, Hello Friend! Oh, this is where that Treepeople thing was going? Yes! No. No? No. No why. Cause we went broke . Went broke what. Trying to get you to— you know— No, I don't I know. You don't know? No? I've no idea… Oh; that's right, you haven't got a clue. {enter the multiverse)} what did you do at that afterparty Stephen?! I TOLD YOU, I DONT KNOW!!!! What does a girl have to do to get a little attention around here?! Here, have some liquid courage. Liquid courage!? Yeah! What's in this? oh, you know… No, I don't…. You— Why does it glow Yeah, I does that! Oh my god, it looks like one of those sparkle— lava lamps! Oh my god, yeah, you know. I'm not drinking that. Doesn't seem— drinkable. But it is— drinkable. Just because you can put it in your mouth and swallow it doesn't make it consumable. Oh—doesn't it? [beat] …You know what. That's fair! —it— yeah. You walked right into thst one. I— yeah. So come on? It got sparkles in it? What are these flecks. For all you know, it's bio degradable? Is that a gold fish at the bottom?! If he can handle it?! How are you alive? The goldfish to be fair seems tmmore alive than he should, perhaps. He looks the woman directly into the eye. He seems extremely concious even. Oh wow. Come on! Ok. Fine. But what do you do with the fish when the bottle's empty? I don't know. Never finished a bottle. What! Never really…though about it. Okay? So! Come on. He pours a shot. Shift changed , I should have made arrangements for a date at an earlier time But really there isn't a reason or realization to it I hate playing the game It must have been an off day when I made it up But that was so long ago now. I haven't put hard thought about it, But forgot I had further options to stop the violence than just talking about it I missed the opportunity to photog or model By tomorrow morning I'll be a little smaller But still broken If I think of any of those thoughts My heart opens up and swallows me whole Talk about a dilemma and not a problem I would probably dress as such as doll If I could afford the money But I'm dollar for dollar Out of dogital storage for my thoughts and performances. You know. So show your age, Nicki Minaj And Migos, the flash flooding Benito is bad Bunny, But you gotta go with the flow of the whitewater With the high collars and high bars If you are so highly throughout of To win an award And be obsessed over by other famous people's Lil bitz I told my ex I joined the army. My gigs kept having weird shit happen. I was like “something's not right.” I thought it was my ex trying to do oojabooja on me. So I told him I joined the army to try to see if the weird shit kept happening. I told that fool I joined the army — I didn't Say what army! Gods army bitatch!!! You the devil! Stop fuckin up my shit! It's 5 PM I'm waking up It's setting in That it's a contruct Not a curse, But there's no cure The demon days The auto wars As darkness falls upon us The Red Dawn soon becomes us OMG! RYAN SEACREST! Everyone forgot about you! I–thanks! *weird smile* Quickly! Get on the bus! We're already on our way to pick up K-FED. COPYRIGHT THE FESTiVAL PROJECT, INC. ™ ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. [The Festival Project ™] The Complex Collective © -Ū.

To this, a glitch— A wish that I could just Push my forehead into his chest, I digress, though repressed sexually and interested This sickness is just what he senses as sensual —And I'm understanding of that. —Purpose. I still have four muses, Four mouses, No heads A sad nd four robots Four hoses of cards And no forwards Just haloy endings That I can't Exactly plan yet Fuck this planet It appears someone has badly damaged it No recompenses or divorce No compared, No doors, And no cubords No, Just dead bird in a box Covered in plaster And a disasterous ride With no happy ever after exactly Just another adventure in wonderland And wonder if perhaps You ever could even Know who I am What a clever disaster For sure this serves as serious Let's just get this The the rumble or the severed train above her is still somewhat of a numbing To the other corruption under This, too then, is a lesson unless It just ends and let it simmer But remember, If it isn't in her It'll be another Fondant farewell, When the dinner gets to convection temperatures in the oven, And you're not over her The dozens of doves and boxes of chocolate don't hold nothing to the love you have and the hand you hold And the heart you touch, So don't let it turn cold Don't let it turn over and thump either Don't let it burn And don't let it lower into Where you mind goes When you consider another And another Over or rather You know? Just aim for Satan and everything's great then. Put a cap to a cape then and everything degrades, Fair wealth, good culture, good heart, And all focus It goes out the window to dance with the wolves l Like a bowl full of nothing but meal worms, Not oats Look closer over your breakfast You never know even if you can trust your own mother at four years old But good, god, thank god for the Honor roll Or else how else would the world know mid you were at all all worth it at all of four And still under par, The gold course, of course Is all you know Don't let it go now When all you have Is time in your hands Distractions are hard handed But actual damage? Now, that's hard pass You wanted a song so much Just so the wrong world would call you up For hurting our kind Without ever having known what my mother named me mor why I have to change it Or what the baby calls me From so far north in a place calls home But I'm still not not So you get your rocks Slamming the door I'm at the rock In my mind Hoping for Something better You Wasted All My Time Over What! Don't you know How hard it is To be anything in the world But a pretty white slut! What a knife in the back What a curse on the world— Just to start wars so it never works out Or at the very worst Just keeps the first one going It doesn't get awesome Until I For Real Can block out the whole world Just to upset another? No I came in peace You made me anxious Hold in my waste At the aim of your hatred I heart my hard earned But now I've got nothing more Than the scars on your over opinionated Over offended War cries for her justice But only if it out does mine, Right? Actually, Fuck it I'm over it That's all the words I'm gonna waste on this till bitch You wanted my energy, so you stole it But becareful of What follows it —you're welcome. My license is revoked I've forgotten long ago by now how to break stroke And it's just a throat scratch, A dark dive And I'm trying to try it out a bit But love's a bitch And I don't really ever speak her language I've been distant and lost in translation, and most of all Impatient with the amount of time that it's taking Cause I hate that guy, he's a fly in my space thst just doesn't seem to go away until they mate and lay eggs to replace them. Ugh. It just goes on, It's whatever the buzz It's just all full of lamb and the talk of the town Is who you are now So, how I found out? A roundabout kick to the ass And a fax to the mayor, Before I realized He seems like a complete hater, bro. I have an eight year old, But I haven't seen him since he was five And I think I'm gonna die Cause everyone's nickel and diming me And all I happened to find Is a single penny, so that— Two hours of mixing, Once cent I made— By now he definitely hates me And has been trained to think I'm crazy But these days, living paycheck to oaucheck is a thankless job And the techno snobs are responsible for the upkeep of auschwitz. It seems like a colored woman with a dream should just Get behind the scenes Or a man that sees meaning in her So this is demeaning? Is it? Am I green, or am I greenlit— l And I clean, or am I cleaning Should I Charlie, or should I Sheen it? I could admit I seen it coming but I wanted to disagree with it, It's psychic intuition but all it is is kicking my ass Like I'm inside or the telivison. What's my last name!? I'm the hat man! Are you happy? No, I'm sad man l! And quite thirsty; Is it Thursday yet Or should I should I just get to drinking anywayy I hate all this thinking anyway; I miss l LA but seen it from the scenic route; I used to sleep on the bus and the train, But what I really want is a house And just to be left alone, Some grass to mow, And some to smoke, And a tree to grow, Just like the one from Pocahontas OH SHIT YO. Why, Hello Friend! Oh, this is where that Treepeople thing was going? Yes! No. No? No. No why. Cause we went broke . Went broke what. Trying to get you to— you know— No, I don't I know. You don't know? No? I've no idea… Oh; that's right, you haven't got a clue. {enter the multiverse)} what did you do at that afterparty Stephen?! I TOLD YOU, I DONT KNOW!!!! What does a girl have to do to get a little attention around here?! Here, have some liquid courage. Liquid courage!? Yeah! What's in this? oh, you know… No, I don't…. You— Why does it glow Yeah, I does that! Oh my god, it looks like one of those sparkle— lava lamps! Oh my god, yeah, you know. I'm not drinking that. Doesn't seem— drinkable. But it is— drinkable. Just because you can put it in your mouth and swallow it doesn't make it consumable. Oh—doesn't it? [beat] …You know what. That's fair! —it— yeah. You walked right into thst one. I— yeah. So come on? It got sparkles in it? What are these flecks. For all you know, it's bio degradable? Is that a gold fish at the bottom?! If he can handle it?! How are you alive? The goldfish to be fair seems tmmore alive than he should, perhaps. He looks the woman directly into the eye. He seems extremely concious even. Oh wow. Come on! Ok. Fine. But what do you do with the fish when the bottle's empty? I don't know. Never finished a bottle. What! Never really…though about it. Okay? So! Come on. He pours a shot. Shift changed , I should have made arrangements for a date at an earlier time But really there isn't a reason or realization to it I hate playing the game It must have been an off day when I made it up But that was so long ago now. I haven't put hard thought about it, But forgot I had further options to stop the violence than just talking about it I missed the opportunity to photog or model By tomorrow morning I'll be a little smaller But still broken If I think of any of those thoughts My heart opens up and swallows me whole Talk about a dilemma and not a problem I would probably dress as such as doll If I could afford the money But I'm dollar for dollar Out of dogital storage for my thoughts and performances. You know. So show your age, Nicki Minaj And Migos, the flash flooding Benito is bad Bunny, But you gotta go with the flow of the whitewater With the high collars and high bars If you are so highly throughout of To win an award And be obsessed over by other famous people's Lil bitz I told my ex I joined the army. My gigs kept having weird shit happen. I was like “something's not right.” I thought it was my ex trying to do oojabooja on me. So I told him I joined the army to try to see if the weird shit kept happening. I told that fool I joined the army — I didn't Say what army! Gods army bitatch!!! You the devil! Stop fuckin up my shit! It's 5 PM I'm waking up It's setting in That it's a contruct Not a curse, But there's no cure The demon days The auto wars As darkness falls upon us The Red Dawn soon becomes us OMG! RYAN SEACREST! Everyone forgot about you! I–thanks! *weird smile* Quickly! Get on the bus! We're already on our way to pick up K-FED. COPYRIGHT THE FESTiVAL PROJECT, INC. ™ ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. [The Festival Project ™] The Complex Collective © -Ū.

Did you ever get the feeling that it might be right? Cause I woke up in the shit, And then I paid attention with resentment Had this Patrick for a second amidst the witching hour For a glitch or an instance power, The list, with a mix of here and now Or here and there Whatever you rather, Dan But I guess for now you call me Hamm, Cause I will Jon' you in an hour After all the words have been said Over and over again, you just get cleverer with em Face it, This is considerable damages if by admission I have to press this red button Every time I take a dump Because of these microagressions And blatent intimidations, Racism and hatred, Cause somebody thinks it's okay To attack me when I'm naked And the justification is just that Genetically and empathetically One of us is deficit in the other— Guess which one How does it feel To feel And be real Or be realized So what's the deal With this meal And the plan To dance on the attacks Of your ancestors What's on the middle besides resentment And a clearer picture or each and every or other infinite spectrum? What's the problem with the problem with the kids today? They aren't that smart But they sure look good The problem is, They're all talk, All mouth, and no thoughts {Enter The Multiverse} Is there more? It appears so. Oh… (He takes a long and heavy drink) Its in here too, isn't it? Yes, its—everywhere, sir. All of a sudden, I'm sir to you? I feel as though there may be some impending legal action, and I'm just asserting my loyalty and respect so as to “go down with the ship.” If need be, uh… Well! …sir. You are a good page, aren't you? I hope so. Yeah. [The Festival Project ™} Ugh, I don't have time for this right now. VICKY MANSON is gross. She is a 45-year-old chain smoking trailer trash homebody who tends to menace others behind the “safety” of her computer keyboard, frequenting facebook to rage about email issues like politics and celebrity gossip, still attempting to torment Timmy Turner via trolling him using various social media outlets. She's been called to “Watch” TIMMY, serving out his house arrest sentence while his DAD leaves to attend POKER. {Enter The Multiverse) Copyright The Collective Complex © [The Festival Project, Inc. ™] © 2025 All Rights Reserved -Ū. ____ Omg. This is out of line. Agreed. Call regina. RE-GIIIIIIII-NAAAA!!! She ain't come Call again! [opening the window, yelling out into the project housing courtyard and echoing into all of existence.] REEGINAAAAAAAAAA! [The Festival Project ™] What. Damn. I was just gettin' my weave pressed…and dish soap. I love that new deli. Mm. Hmm. {Enter The Multiverse} We come from the ghetto We lived in each borough We live in every corner We live in these streets We loud in this bitch We proud in this bitch Don't come round this bitch Without a pot to piss in Taking pictures? Bitch, As God as my witness, A snitch is a snitch (but in a limited capacity, I get it, I'll help you win this, Ain't no case dismissed in this settlement This disturbance is egregious, Believe me, I've been causing a scene since 3 AM! Dayum! I might be somewhat prolific, Or even a genius, But right now I just want peace, A Peloton Ride And A peanut butter and Jelly sandwich But weight, i'm out of peanut butter My weight is getting out of hand, Don't know if that's a gangstalker, Or just another obsessive fan, Object, your honor to pardon your direct justification of this heinous hatred I'm helping the gentrification efforts and also Directly affected by them, Because i'm african american (Or half) But what is half to a racist? I take it as nothing less than hatred if each and every time I bathe Satan comes out to play And hey, Isn't it harassment if every time i'm in the bathroom The door slams, and this whore yaps Right outside my door To cause hate and bait me into Further establishing a race war, When all I wanted was a sauna, But i know i can't afford it, And I love New York, But honestly, I'm poor, So i just got bored with it. I probably should have been aborted. To this, a glitch— A wish that I could just Push my forehead into his chest, I digress, though repressed sexually and interested This sickness is just what he senses as sensual —And I'm understanding of that. —Purpose. I still have four muses, Four mouses, No heads A sad nd four robots Four hoses of cards And no forwards Just haloy endings That I can't Exactly plan yet Fuck this planet It appears someone has badly damaged it No recompenses or divorce No compared, No doors, And no cubords No, Just dead bird in a box Covered in plaster And a disasterous ride With no happy ever after exactly Just another adventure in wonderland And wonder if perhaps You ever could even Know who I am What a clever disaster For sure this serves as serious Let's just get this The the rumble or the severed train above her is still somewhat of a numbing To the other corruption under This, too then, is a lesson unless It just ends and let it simmer But remember, If it isn't in her It'll be another Fondant farewell, When the dinner gets to convection temperatures in the oven, And you're not over her The dozens of doves and boxes of chocolate don't hold nothing to the love you have and the hand you hold And the heart you touch, So don't let it turn cold Don't let it turn over and thump either Don't let it burn And don't let it lower into Where you mind goes When you consider another And another Over or rather You know? Just aim for Satan and everything's great then. Put a cap to a cape then and everything degrades, Fair wealth, good culture, good heart, And all focus It goes out the window to dance with the wolves l Like a bowl full of nothing but meal worms, Not oats Look closer over your breakfast You never know even if you can trust your own mother at four years old But good, god, thank god for the Honor roll Or else how else would the world know mid you were at all all worth it at all of four And still under par, The gold course, of course Is all you know Don't let it go now When all you have Is time in your hands Distractions are hard handed But actual damage? Now, that's hard pass You wanted a song so much Just so the wrong world would call you up For hurting our kind Without ever having known what my mother named me mor why I have to change it Or what the baby calls me From so far north in a place calls home But I'm still not not So you get your rocks Slamming the door I'm at the rock In my mind Hoping for Something better You Wasted All My Time Over What! Don't you know How hard it is To be anything in the world But a pretty white slut! What a knife in the back What a curse on the world— Just to start wars so it never works out Or at the very worst Just keeps the first one going It doesn't get awesome Until I For Real Can block out the whole world Just to upset another? No I came in peace You made me anxious Hold in my waste At the aim of your hatred I heart my hard earned But now I've got nothing more Than the scars on your over opinionated Over offended War cries for her justice But only if it out does mine, Right? Actually, Fuck it I'm over it That's all the words I'm gonna waste on this till bitch You wanted my energy, so you stole it But becareful of What follows it —you're welcome. My license is revoked I've forgotten long ago by now how to break stroke And it's just a throat scratch, A dark dive And I'm trying to try it out a bit But love's a bitch And I don't really ever speak her language I've been distant and lost in translation, and most of all Impatient with the amount of time that it's taking Cause I hate that guy, he's a fly in my space thst just doesn't seem to go away until they mate and lay eggs to replace them. Ugh. It just goes on, It's whatever the buzz It's just all full of lamb and the talk of the town Is who you are now So, how I found out? A roundabout kick to the ass And a fax to the mayor, Before I realized He seems like a complete hater, bro. I have an eight year old, But I haven't seen him since he was five And I think I'm gonna die Cause everyone's nickel and diming me And all I happened to find Is a single penny, so that— Two hours of mixing, Once cent I made— By now he definitely hates me And has been trained to think I'm crazy But these days, living paycheck to oaucheck is a thankless job And the techno snobs are responsible for the upkeep of auschwitz. It seems like a colored woman with a dream should just Get behind the scenes Or a man that sees meaning in her So this is demeaning? Is it? Am I green, or am I greenlit— l And I clean, or am I cleaning Should I Charlie, or should I Sheen it? I could admit I seen it coming but I wanted to disagree with it, It's psychic intuition but all it is is kicking my ass Like I'm inside or the telivison. What's my last name!? I'm the hat man! Are you happy? No, I'm sad man l! And quite thirsty; Is it Thursday yet Or should I should I just get to drinking anywayy I hate all this thinking anyway; I miss l LA but seen it from the scenic route; I used to sleep on the bus and the train, But what I really want is a house And just to be left alone, Some grass to mow, And some to smoke, And a tree to grow, Just like the one from Pocahontas OH SHIT YO. Why, Hello Friend! Oh, this is where that Treepeople thing was going? Yes! No. No? No. No why. Cause we went broke . Went broke what. Trying to get you to— you know— No, I don't I know. You don't know? No? I've no idea… Oh; that's right, you haven't got a clue. {enter the multiverse)} what did you do at that afterparty Stephen?! I TOLD YOU, I DONT KNOW!!!! What does a girl have to do to get a little attention around here?! Here, have some liquid courage. Liquid courage!? Yeah! What's in this? oh, you know… No, I don't…. You— Why does it glow Yeah, I does that! Oh my god, it looks like one of those sparkle— lava lamps! Oh my god, yeah, you know. I'm not drinking that. Doesn't seem— drinkable. But it is— drinkable. Just because you can put it in your mouth and swallow it doesn't make it consumable. Oh—doesn't it? [beat] …You know what. That's fair! —it— yeah. You walked right into thst one. I— yeah. So come on? It got sparkles in it? What are these flecks. For all you know, it's bio degradable? Is that a gold fish at the bottom?! If he can handle it?! How are you alive? The goldfish to be fair seems tmmore alive than he should, perhaps. He looks the woman directly into the eye. He seems extremely concious even. Oh wow. Come on! Ok. Fine. But what do you do with the fish when the bottle's empty? I don't know. Never finished a bottle. What! Never really…though about it. Okay? So! Come on. He pours a shot. Shift changed , I should have made arrangements for a date at an earlier time But really there isn't a reason or realization to it I hate playing the game It must have been an off day when I made it up But that was so long ago now. I haven't put hard thought about it, But forgot I had further options to stop the violence than just talking about it I missed the opportunity to photog or model By tomorrow morning I'll be a little smaller But still broken If I think of any of those thoughts My heart opens up and swallows me whole Talk about a dilemma and not a problem I would probably dress as such as doll If I could afford the money But I'm dollar for dollar Out of dogital storage for my thoughts and performances. You know. So show your age, Nicki Minaj And Migos, the flash flooding Benito is bad Bunny, But you gotta go with the flow of the whitewater With the high collars and high bars If you are so highly throughout of To win an award And be obsessed over by other famous people's Lil bitz I told my ex I joined the army. My gigs kept having weird shit happen. I was like “something's not right.” I thought it was my ex trying to do oojabooja on me. So I told him I joined the army to try to see if the weird shit kept happening. I told that fool I joined the army — I didn't Say what army! Gods army bitatch!!! You the devil! Stop fuckin up my shit! It's 5 PM I'm waking up It's setting in That it's a contruct Not a curse, But there's no cure The demon days The auto wars As darkness falls upon us The Red Dawn soon becomes us OMG! RYAN SEACREST! Everyone forgot about you! I–thanks! *weird smile* Quickly! Get on the bus! We're already on our way to pick up K-FED. 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To this, a glitch— A wish that I could just Push my forehead into his chest, I digress, though repressed sexually and interested This sickness is just what he senses as sensual —And I'm understanding of that. —Purpose. I still have four muses, Four mouses, No heads A sad nd four robots Four hoses of cards And no forwards Just haloy endings That I can't Exactly plan yet Fuck this planet It appears someone has badly damaged it No recompenses or divorce No compared, No doors, And no cubords No, Just dead bird in a box Covered in plaster And a disasterous ride With no happy ever after exactly Just another adventure in wonderland And wonder if perhaps You ever could even Know who I am What a clever disaster For sure this serves as serious Let's just get this The the rumble or the severed train above her is still somewhat of a numbing To the other corruption under This, too then, is a lesson unless It just ends and let it simmer But remember, If it isn't in her It'll be another Fondant farewell, When the dinner gets to convection temperatures in the oven, And you're not over her The dozens of doves and boxes of chocolate don't hold nothing to the love you have and the hand you hold And the heart you touch, So don't let it turn cold Don't let it turn over and thump either Don't let it burn And don't let it lower into Where you mind goes When you consider another And another Over or rather You know? Just aim for Satan and everything's great then. Put a cap to a cape then and everything degrades, Fair wealth, good culture, good heart, And all focus It goes out the window to dance with the wolves l Like a bowl full of nothing but meal worms, Not oats Look closer over your breakfast You never know even if you can trust your own mother at four years old But good, god, thank god for the Honor roll Or else how else would the world know mid you were at all all worth it at all of four And still under par, The gold course, of course Is all you know Don't let it go now When all you have Is time in your hands Distractions are hard handed But actual damage? Now, that's hard pass You wanted a song so much Just so the wrong world would call you up For hurting our kind Without ever having known what my mother named me mor why I have to change it Or what the baby calls me From so far north in a place calls home But I'm still not not So you get your rocks Slamming the door I'm at the rock In my mind Hoping for Something better You Wasted All My Time Over What! Don't you know How hard it is To be anything in the world But a pretty white slut! What a knife in the back What a curse on the world— Just to start wars so it never works out Or at the very worst Just keeps the first one going It doesn't get awesome Until I For Real Can block out the whole world Just to upset another? No I came in peace You made me anxious Hold in my waste At the aim of your hatred I heart my hard earned But now I've got nothing more Than the scars on your over opinionated Over offended War cries for her justice But only if it out does mine, Right? Actually, Fuck it I'm over it That's all the words I'm gonna waste on this till bitch You wanted my energy, so you stole it But becareful of What follows it —you're welcome. My license is revoked I've forgotten long ago by now how to break stroke And it's just a throat scratch, A dark dive And I'm trying to try it out a bit But love's a bitch And I don't really ever speak her language I've been distant and lost in translation, and most of all Impatient with the amount of time that it's taking Cause I hate that guy, he's a fly in my space thst just doesn't seem to go away until they mate and lay eggs to replace them. Ugh. It just goes on, It's whatever the buzz It's just all full of lamb and the talk of the town Is who you are now So, how I found out? A roundabout kick to the ass And a fax to the mayor, Before I realized He seems like a complete hater, bro. I have an eight year old, But I haven't seen him since he was five And I think I'm gonna die Cause everyone's nickel and diming me And all I happened to find Is a single penny, so that— Two hours of mixing, Once cent I made— By now he definitely hates me And has been trained to think I'm crazy But these days, living paycheck to oaucheck is a thankless job And the techno snobs are responsible for the upkeep of auschwitz. It seems like a colored woman with a dream should just Get behind the scenes Or a man that sees meaning in her So this is demeaning? Is it? Am I green, or am I greenlit— l And I clean, or am I cleaning Should I Charlie, or should I Sheen it? I could admit I seen it coming but I wanted to disagree with it, It's psychic intuition but all it is is kicking my ass Like I'm inside or the telivison. What's my last name!? I'm the hat man! Are you happy? No, I'm sad man l! And quite thirsty; Is it Thursday yet Or should I should I just get to drinking anywayy I hate all this thinking anyway; I miss l LA but seen it from the scenic route; I used to sleep on the bus and the train, But what I really want is a house And just to be left alone, Some grass to mow, And some to smoke, And a tree to grow, Just like the one from Pocahontas OH SHIT YO. Why, Hello Friend! Oh, this is where that Treepeople thing was going? Yes! No. No? No. No why. Cause we went broke . Went broke what. Trying to get you to— you know— No, I don't I know. You don't know? No? I've no idea… Oh; that's right, you haven't got a clue. {enter the multiverse)} what did you do at that afterparty Stephen?! I TOLD YOU, I DONT KNOW!!!! What does a girl have to do to get a little attention around here?! Here, have some liquid courage. Liquid courage!? Yeah! What's in this? oh, you know… No, I don't…. You— Why does it glow Yeah, I does that! Oh my god, it looks like one of those sparkle— lava lamps! Oh my god, yeah, you know. I'm not drinking that. Doesn't seem— drinkable. But it is— drinkable. Just because you can put it in your mouth and swallow it doesn't make it consumable. Oh—doesn't it? [beat] …You know what. That's fair! —it— yeah. You walked right into thst one. I— yeah. So come on? It got sparkles in it? What are these flecks. For all you know, it's bio degradable? Is that a gold fish at the bottom?! If he can handle it?! How are you alive? The goldfish to be fair seems tmmore alive than he should, perhaps. He looks the woman directly into the eye. He seems extremely concious even. Oh wow. Come on! Ok. Fine. But what do you do with the fish when the bottle's empty? I don't know. Never finished a bottle. What! Never really…though about it. Okay? So! Come on. He pours a shot. Shift changed , I should have made arrangements for a date at an earlier time But really there isn't a reason or realization to it I hate playing the game It must have been an off day when I made it up But that was so long ago now. I haven't put hard thought about it, But forgot I had further options to stop the violence than just talking about it I missed the opportunity to photog or model By tomorrow morning I'll be a little smaller But still broken If I think of any of those thoughts My heart opens up and swallows me whole Talk about a dilemma and not a problem I would probably dress as such as doll If I could afford the money But I'm dollar for dollar Out of dogital storage for my thoughts and performances. You know. So show your age, Nicki Minaj And Migos, the flash flooding Benito is bad Bunny, But you gotta go with the flow of the whitewater With the high collars and high bars If you are so highly throughout of To win an award And be obsessed over by other famous people's Lil bitz I told my ex I joined the army. My gigs kept having weird shit happen. I was like “something's not right.” I thought it was my ex trying to do oojabooja on me. So I told him I joined the army to try to see if the weird shit kept happening. I told that fool I joined the army — I didn't Say what army! Gods army bitatch!!! You the devil! Stop fuckin up my shit! It's 5 PM I'm waking up It's setting in That it's a contruct Not a curse, But there's no cure The demon days The auto wars As darkness falls upon us The Red Dawn soon becomes us OMG! RYAN SEACREST! Everyone forgot about you! I–thanks! *weird smile* Quickly! Get on the bus! We're already on our way to pick up K-FED. 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Did you ever get the feeling that it might be right? Cause I woke up in the shit, And then I paid attention with resentment Had this Patrick for a second amidst the witching hour For a glitch or an instance power, The list, with a mix of here and now Or here and there Whatever you rather, Dan But I guess for now you call me Hamm, Cause I will Jon' you in an hour After all the words have been said Over and over again, you just get cleverer with em Face it, This is considerable damages if by admission I have to press this red button Every time I take a dump Because of these microagressions And blatent intimidations, Racism and hatred, Cause somebody thinks it's okay To attack me when I'm naked And the justification is just that Genetically and empathetically One of us is deficit in the other— Guess which one How does it feel To feel And be real Or be realized So what's the deal With this meal And the plan To dance on the attacks Of your ancestors What's on the middle besides resentment And a clearer picture or each and every or other infinite spectrum? What's the problem with the problem with the kids today? They aren't that smart But they sure look good The problem is, They're all talk, All mouth, and no thoughts {Enter The Multiverse} Is there more? It appears so. Oh… (He takes a long and heavy drink) Its in here too, isn't it? Yes, its—everywhere, sir. All of a sudden, I'm sir to you? I feel as though there may be some impending legal action, and I'm just asserting my loyalty and respect so as to “go down with the ship.” If need be, uh… Well! …sir. You are a good page, aren't you? I hope so. Yeah. [The Festival Project ™} Ugh, I don't have time for this right now. VICKY MANSON is gross. She is a 45-year-old chain smoking trailer trash homebody who tends to menace others behind the “safety” of her computer keyboard, frequenting facebook to rage about email issues like politics and celebrity gossip, still attempting to torment Timmy Turner via trolling him using various social media outlets. She's been called to “Watch” TIMMY, serving out his house arrest sentence while his DAD leaves to attend POKER. {Enter The Multiverse) Copyright The Collective Complex © [The Festival Project, Inc. ™] © 2025 All Rights Reserved -Ū. ____ Omg. This is out of line. Agreed. Call regina. RE-GIIIIIIII-NAAAA!!! She ain't come Call again! [opening the window, yelling out into the project housing courtyard and echoing into all of existence.] REEGINAAAAAAAAAA! [The Festival Project ™] What. Damn. I was just gettin' my weave pressed…and dish soap. I love that new deli. Mm. Hmm. {Enter The Multiverse} We come from the ghetto We lived in each borough We live in every corner We live in these streets We loud in this bitch We proud in this bitch Don't come round this bitch Without a pot to piss in Taking pictures? Bitch, As God as my witness, A snitch is a snitch (but in a limited capacity, I get it, I'll help you win this, Ain't no case dismissed in this settlement This disturbance is egregious, Believe me, I've been causing a scene since 3 AM! Dayum! I might be somewhat prolific, Or even a genius, But right now I just want peace, A Peloton Ride And A peanut butter and Jelly sandwich But weight, i'm out of peanut butter My weight is getting out of hand, Don't know if that's a gangstalker, Or just another obsessive fan, Object, your honor to pardon your direct justification of this heinous hatred I'm helping the gentrification efforts and also Directly affected by them, Because i'm african american (Or half) But what is half to a racist? I take it as nothing less than hatred if each and every time I bathe Satan comes out to play And hey, Isn't it harassment if every time i'm in the bathroom The door slams, and this whore yaps Right outside my door To cause hate and bait me into Further establishing a race war, When all I wanted was a sauna, But i know i can't afford it, And I love New York, But honestly, I'm poor, So i just got bored with it. I probably should have been aborted. To this, a glitch— A wish that I could just Push my forehead into his chest, I digress, though repressed sexually and interested This sickness is just what he senses as sensual —And I'm understanding of that. —Purpose. I still have four muses, Four mouses, No heads A sad nd four robots Four hoses of cards And no forwards Just haloy endings That I can't Exactly plan yet Fuck this planet It appears someone has badly damaged it No recompenses or divorce No compared, No doors, And no cubords No, Just dead bird in a box Covered in plaster And a disasterous ride With no happy ever after exactly Just another adventure in wonderland And wonder if perhaps You ever could even Know who I am What a clever disaster For sure this serves as serious Let's just get this The the rumble or the severed train above her is still somewhat of a numbing To the other corruption under This, too then, is a lesson unless It just ends and let it simmer But remember, If it isn't in her It'll be another Fondant farewell, When the dinner gets to convection temperatures in the oven, And you're not over her The dozens of doves and boxes of chocolate don't hold nothing to the love you have and the hand you hold And the heart you touch, So don't let it turn cold Don't let it turn over and thump either Don't let it burn And don't let it lower into Where you mind goes When you consider another And another Over or rather You know? Just aim for Satan and everything's great then. Put a cap to a cape then and everything degrades, Fair wealth, good culture, good heart, And all focus It goes out the window to dance with the wolves l Like a bowl full of nothing but meal worms, Not oats Look closer over your breakfast You never know even if you can trust your own mother at four years old But good, god, thank god for the Honor roll Or else how else would the world know mid you were at all all worth it at all of four And still under par, The gold course, of course Is all you know Don't let it go now When all you have Is time in your hands Distractions are hard handed But actual damage? Now, that's hard pass You wanted a song so much Just so the wrong world would call you up For hurting our kind Without ever having known what my mother named me mor why I have to change it Or what the baby calls me From so far north in a place calls home But I'm still not not So you get your rocks Slamming the door I'm at the rock In my mind Hoping for Something better You Wasted All My Time Over What! Don't you know How hard it is To be anything in the world But a pretty white slut! What a knife in the back What a curse on the world— Just to start wars so it never works out Or at the very worst Just keeps the first one going It doesn't get awesome Until I For Real Can block out the whole world Just to upset another? No I came in peace You made me anxious Hold in my waste At the aim of your hatred I heart my hard earned But now I've got nothing more Than the scars on your over opinionated Over offended War cries for her justice But only if it out does mine, Right? Actually, Fuck it I'm over it That's all the words I'm gonna waste on this till bitch You wanted my energy, so you stole it But becareful of What follows it —you're welcome. My license is revoked I've forgotten long ago by now how to break stroke And it's just a throat scratch, A dark dive And I'm trying to try it out a bit But love's a bitch And I don't really ever speak her language I've been distant and lost in translation, and most of all Impatient with the amount of time that it's taking Cause I hate that guy, he's a fly in my space thst just doesn't seem to go away until they mate and lay eggs to replace them. Ugh. It just goes on, It's whatever the buzz It's just all full of lamb and the talk of the town Is who you are now So, how I found out? A roundabout kick to the ass And a fax to the mayor, Before I realized He seems like a complete hater, bro. I have an eight year old, But I haven't seen him since he was five And I think I'm gonna die Cause everyone's nickel and diming me And all I happened to find Is a single penny, so that— Two hours of mixing, Once cent I made— By now he definitely hates me And has been trained to think I'm crazy But these days, living paycheck to oaucheck is a thankless job And the techno snobs are responsible for the upkeep of auschwitz. It seems like a colored woman with a dream should just Get behind the scenes Or a man that sees meaning in her So this is demeaning? Is it? Am I green, or am I greenlit— l And I clean, or am I cleaning Should I Charlie, or should I Sheen it? I could admit I seen it coming but I wanted to disagree with it, It's psychic intuition but all it is is kicking my ass Like I'm inside or the telivison. What's my last name!? I'm the hat man! Are you happy? No, I'm sad man l! And quite thirsty; Is it Thursday yet Or should I should I just get to drinking anywayy I hate all this thinking anyway; I miss l LA but seen it from the scenic route; I used to sleep on the bus and the train, But what I really want is a house And just to be left alone, Some grass to mow, And some to smoke, And a tree to grow, Just like the one from Pocahontas OH SHIT YO. Why, Hello Friend! Oh, this is where that Treepeople thing was going? Yes! No. No? No. No why. Cause we went broke . Went broke what. Trying to get you to— you know— No, I don't I know. You don't know? No? I've no idea… Oh; that's right, you haven't got a clue. {enter the multiverse)} what did you do at that afterparty Stephen?! I TOLD YOU, I DONT KNOW!!!! What does a girl have to do to get a little attention around here?! Here, have some liquid courage. Liquid courage!? Yeah! What's in this? oh, you know… No, I don't…. You— Why does it glow Yeah, I does that! Oh my god, it looks like one of those sparkle— lava lamps! Oh my god, yeah, you know. I'm not drinking that. Doesn't seem— drinkable. But it is— drinkable. Just because you can put it in your mouth and swallow it doesn't make it consumable. Oh—doesn't it? [beat] …You know what. That's fair! —it— yeah. You walked right into thst one. I— yeah. So come on? It got sparkles in it? What are these flecks. For all you know, it's bio degradable? Is that a gold fish at the bottom?! If he can handle it?! How are you alive? The goldfish to be fair seems tmmore alive than he should, perhaps. He looks the woman directly into the eye. He seems extremely concious even. Oh wow. Come on! Ok. Fine. But what do you do with the fish when the bottle's empty? I don't know. Never finished a bottle. What! Never really…though about it. Okay? So! Come on. He pours a shot. Shift changed , I should have made arrangements for a date at an earlier time But really there isn't a reason or realization to it I hate playing the game It must have been an off day when I made it up But that was so long ago now. I haven't put hard thought about it, But forgot I had further options to stop the violence than just talking about it I missed the opportunity to photog or model By tomorrow morning I'll be a little smaller But still broken If I think of any of those thoughts My heart opens up and swallows me whole Talk about a dilemma and not a problem I would probably dress as such as doll If I could afford the money But I'm dollar for dollar Out of dogital storage for my thoughts and performances. You know. So show your age, Nicki Minaj And Migos, the flash flooding Benito is bad Bunny, But you gotta go with the flow of the whitewater With the high collars and high bars If you are so highly throughout of To win an award And be obsessed over by other famous people's Lil bitz I told my ex I joined the army. My gigs kept having weird shit happen. I was like “something's not right.” I thought it was my ex trying to do oojabooja on me. So I told him I joined the army to try to see if the weird shit kept happening. I told that fool I joined the army — I didn't Say what army! Gods army bitatch!!! You the devil! Stop fuckin up my shit! It's 5 PM I'm waking up It's setting in That it's a contruct Not a curse, But there's no cure The demon days The auto wars As darkness falls upon us The Red Dawn soon becomes us OMG! RYAN SEACREST! Everyone forgot about you! I–thanks! *weird smile* Quickly! Get on the bus! We're already on our way to pick up K-FED. 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Voici l’essentiel de l’épisode du jeudi 25 juillet 2025 pour l’émission Le midi: Impatient, Trump menace à nouveau d'imposer des tarifs au Canada sans négociation; Les ex-joueurs de hockey acquittés pourront-ils être réhabilités? Difficile de différencier les produits canadiens et américains à l'épicerie, Sylvain Charlebois fait le point; le Québécois Paul-Alexandre Fournier récolte un succès impressionnant en Corée du Sud. Voir https://www.cogecomedia.com/vie-privee pour notre politique de vie privée

As we await the next Fed Open Market Committee readout, Glen speaks with CD Valet's Mary Grace Roske about deposit rate trends that aren't as straightforward as one might expect. Also- stablecoins are officially GENIUS, CBDCs are still the Antichrist, and the big money keeps flowing into real time payments.   Links related to this episode:   CD Valet: https://www.cdvalet.com/  Glen's blog assessing the midyear state of RTP, FedNow and Same Day ACH: https://www.big-fintech.com/real-time-payments-rapid-ascent-continues-with-some-odd-footnotes/ Ledger Insights' take on the Anti-CBDC Surveillance Act: https://www.ledgerinsights.com/anti-cbdc-surveillance-act-shouldnt-prevent-wholesale-cbdc-tokenized-reserves/   Our data-rich January interview with Bancography: https://www.big-fintech.com/without-data-its-all-just-vibes/  Finovate, September 8-10 in NYC:  https://informaconnect.com/finovatefall/    Check out https://www.bigmerger.ai/ for details on how BIG has turbocharged its 20 years of credit union M&A experience with an AI-assisted framework that delivers successful conversions with remarkable speed, full data privacy and zero member downtime. Read about how BIG enabled the UCCU/TransWest core system merger in just 5 months. Join us on Bluesky!  @bigfintech.bsky.social;  @154advisors.bsky.social (Glen); @jbfintech.bsky.social (John) And connect on LinkedIn for insights like the Friday Fintech Five: https://www.linkedin.com/company/best-innovation-group/  https://www.linkedin.com/in/jbfintech/ https://www.linkedin.com/in/glensarvady/

[CW: underage drinking, drugs, language, sexual references, grief and loss]   Why isn't it winding down?!   Luke and Ellie are all caught up in the peak drama that is the second half of Episode 5. Everything's kicking off and it's all being discussed, including book ideas, rage rowing and the blame game.   Songs for the playlist: Impatient by Duvchi Samurai Swords (Acoustic Version) by Highasakite   As always, if you'd like to join the discussion on Insta or in the Facebook group, buy us a coffee, find our Redbubble merch store or donate to Luke's Just Giving for Switchboard then follow the links at linktr.ee/aheartstopperpodcast

We're very excited to share this incredibly insightful conversation with the CEO and Founder of NBCo, Alvin Lim, as he shares his journey from growing up in Singapore to becoming a successful entrepreneur in sustainable... packaging.The anecdotes about his sheer determination and impatience to break into the big leagues make this an episode you wouldn't want to miss!From working in accounting with the Big 6 to transitioning to gaming furniture and then to sustainable packaging - he's truly done it all!We get a rare insight into how he took manufacturing challenges head on, as he talks to us about not only cracking the paper bottle formula, but also landing one of the biggest electronics tech company as their client, for whom NBCo produce sustainable corrugated packaging.Never miss an episode by following us on all our socials by clicking on the link below!https://linktr.ee/goodgarbagepodcastDon't forget to turn on your notifications and leave us a review ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠

Property Lifestyle Mastery Season 2 Episode 15 | Impatient AND Patient: the secret of success?If you've ever found yourself thinking… “Why does success feel so hard sometimes?”Or wondered why some people seem to build momentum effortlessly while others get stuck spinning their wheels…This episode is for you.Dom and I sat down (recording live from Italy, no less!) to unpack the real traits we've seen time and time again in the most successful business owners—and trust me, they're not what most people are talking about online.It's not about working 24/7.It's not about being endlessly positive.And it's definitely not about “taking massive action” every minute of the day.We dive deep into:Why absolute clarity about what you want is non-negotiable- How the most successful people are both wildly impatient AND incredibly patient (yep, it's both)- The tricky dance between big-picture thinking and rolling up your sleeves to actually get stuff done- The surprising link between your inner self-talk and your external results (this one really hit me)- Why having low tolerance for mediocrity can be a secret superpowerPlus, the big mindset shift that's helped me—and so many of our mentees—find more focus, flow, and freedom in both business and life.This one's packed with practical tools, honest insights, and a few laughs along the way too.

Hour 2 of the Wednesday Bob Rose Show, on the continuing lack of transparency over the release of Jeffrey Epstein information. Covert operative? Who is being protected? What is hiding? What Pres. Trump is missing, plus all the morning's breaking news for 7-16-25

After once again spoiling a TV show she was watching by doing a google search, Mama D wonders why she often looks up what will happen in future episodes.  Or why she looks to see who will be voted off the island before actually watching the episode.  Do you do that?  Petals of Support is brought to you by Spreaker Prime Please be sure to Rate and Review this episode. Subscribe and Share Please consider being a Supporter of this podcast for $5/month https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/petals-of-support--5614807/supportEmail me at:  petals.s@aol.com All Social Media:  @PetalsofSupport https://linktr.ee/petalsofsupport Petals of Support is a member of the Unfiltered Studios Networkhttps://www.unfpod.com

In this bonus exclusive edition of the Jets @ Noon Podcast, Tyson is fired up! He asked Cam & Jim why so many fans that follow the Winnipeg Jets and other NHL teams constantly fall into the same traps. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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墨迹的事儿 when something takes a longer time than I think连不上网 a very slow internet connection没人提前告诉我 on one lets me know it in advance

In an era of tiny attention spans and instant gratification, Oklahoma City Thunder has built success slowly. The NBA is the kind of global sports league that others use as a blueprint. What lessons have been learned from the Thunder's slow rise. Featured: Phil Murphy, NBA reporter, ESPN.Subscribe to the ABC Sport Newsletter

Most tattoo shop owners quit on their ads way too early—costing them time, money, and clients. In this episode, Jesse breaks down why rushing to judge your marketing is one of the biggest mistakes you can make, how long it really takes to see results on Google and Meta ads, and what to track so you don't waste your budget. If you've ever said, “I tried ads, and they didn't work,” this one's for you.

Brain rot is real - and it is likely from us all scrolling our phones. Scrolling our phones leads to a change in our brain that can lead to impatience. Today we talk about the up to date science on attention span, phone use, impatience - and the best ways for us to get our attention spans back. And question - does everyone have ADHD?WDWLTW:which country could survive without international trade?is all "priming research" debunked? Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

From new ways to fast-track cheaper homes and renewable energy to bigger tax reforms, Treasurer Jim Chalmers tells the podcast his door is open for fresh ideas.Mentioned in this episode:Sign up to The Conversation's newsletterhttps://theconversation.com/au/newsletters

We live in a culture that hates waiting, but God often does His deepest work in the seasons we want to skip. In James 5, we're commanded not just to endure, but to be patient, to work, trust, and stay faithful in the middle of the wait. Real growth doesn't happen when life is easy, but when we surrender to God's timing and trust that He's in control.

Nous sommes aujourd'hui avec Victor Mercier, un jeune chef incontestablement engagé. Finaliste de Top Chef en 2018, il décroche une étoile au Guide Michelin en 2022 pour son restaurant FIEF, où il cuisine uniquement des produits locaux issus strictement de France métropolitaine. Pour co-animer ce nouvel épisode de Business of Bouffe, Philibert est accompagné de Samir Ouriaghli, sourceur d'épices et fondateur d'Ankhor.Dans ce 3ème chapitre, Victor nous raconte l'ouverture de FIEF. Après l'aventure Top Chef, il vit une phase de remise en question, entre attentes déçues, médiatisation soudaine et lucidité économique. Impatient, Victor se jette à l'eau et prend son courage à deux mains pour créer son propre restaurant, un lieu à son image. FIEF, acronyme de “Fait Ici En France”, incarne une vision radicale et assumée : une cuisine 100 % française, sans produits exotiques, qui pousse la créativité à son paroxysme. Victor partage ici les défis de l'ouverture, les erreurs de jeunesse, les doutes… et le chemin vers l'étoile. Hébergé par Acast. Visitez acast.com/privacy pour plus d'informations.

r prorevenge where My family is making a homophobic cake decorator make hundreds of pride cakes. She always called me “just the boyfriend,” so I helped her move, quietly. Impatient guy at Self serve car wash Call the cops on me? I'll ruin your name with honesty. My boss kept scheduling meetings during my lunch, so I started eating lunch in every meeting Accidental petty revenge My partner exposed her clients “true character” and it was hilarious I wore the most revealing shorts I own because my neighbors husband got his feelings hurt by his wife talking about me mowing my front yard shirtless She Stayed Silent So I Did Too “Kept Calling Me ‘Sir' on the Phone—So I Gave Him a Taste of His Own Medicine!” Girl tried to cut me out of a moment I've stopped using exclamation marks when responding to emails from my boss. My manager always called for a 20 minute team meeting after work. Unpaid. So I finally had enough. He took my €900 Deposit. I suspended his license He Kept Stealing My Hawaii Mug, So I Let Him Ruin His Own Reputation Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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Pastor Joe Suozzo, reading from 1 Samuel 13, explains how fear causes us to doubt and disobey God, but as we draw near to Him and our faith is strengthened, we learn to wait on God.Follow on twitter - https://twitter.com/ImmanuelBibleNJFollow on facebook - https://www.facebook.com/ibcnj.org/For more information, please visit: https://ibcnj.org

They've got problems, we've got answers! Join Paula Poundstone's manager, Bonnie Burns (Captain Crinkle), Paula Poundstone, Adam Felber and former Pod producer Toni Anita Hull for Captain Crinkle's sage advice. This week, we tackle more of life's engaging problems on  America's #1 advice show and climbing the charts.    Send us your problems.  We'd love to help improve your life. Email us at dearcrinkle@gmail.com.  Read you then. #PaulaPoundstone #CaptainCrinkle #ComedyPodcast #AdviceShow Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Éric Bidault, plus ancien fan du PSG, se prépare avec joie et fébrilité à quelques jours de la finale de Ligue des champions contre l'Inter samedi à Munich. Europe 1 est allée à sa rencontre.Distribué par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Detective work often leads to unexpected twists. Let George Do It: The Impatient Redhead Case unfolds within the intricate lives of Blanche Legler, the spirited and determined daughter of a prosperous beer baron, and the enigmatic Montoya family, bound by generations of tradition and burdened by a whispered curse. The narrative delves into the labyrinthine complexities of human relationships, revealing how deeply buried secrets can fracture bonds of love and loyalty. The story underscores the profound significance of family honor within the Montoya lineage, suggesting a value held even above life itself. As the mystery deepens, the elusive nature of love is explored, portraying its capacity to inspire both profound connection and heartbreaking uncertainty. The characters grapple with the challenge of truly understanding their own emotions and the feelings of those around them, highlighting the critical role of self-awareness in navigating interpersonal dynamics. The weight of the past casts a long shadow over the present, demonstrating how historical events and unresolved issues can unexpectedly resurface to haunt subsequent generations. In this intricate web of relationships and hidden truths, the narrative posits that sometimes, the exposure of long-held secrets can unleash consequences far more perilous than the perpetuation of carefully constructed lies. Guiding the reader through this intricate case is the unseen hand of detective work, promising a journey filled with unexpected twists and startling revelations that will ultimately challenge the characters' fundamental understanding of themselves and each other.TakeawaysBlanche Legler is the daughter of a beer baron.Relationships can be complicated and filled with secrets.Dignity is more important than life itself.The Montoya family has a mysterious curse.Love can be elusive and difficult to define.Understanding one's feelings is crucial in relationships.The past can haunt families in unexpected ways.Sometimes, the truth is more dangerous than lies.Detective work often leads to unexpected twists.mystery, relationships, secrets, Montoya family, Blanche Legler, detective, danger, love, honor, curse

You're craving a fresh start.New season. New space. New chapter.Thrivesters, I get it.  It's exciting when you finally figure out what you want.  Who you want to be.  Where you want to go.   When you know, you want to START RIGHT NOW.And here's where you need a reality check because if you jump too soon – it's very possible you'll have to redo it all.   Not to mention the cost of leaping without a net:Time, energy, resources, and your mental health.Today,  we're talking about the timing of big transitions and how to know when it's truly time to take that leap.  If  you're not sure, I'm sharing the three clear signs you're actually ready for your next move:You've been thinking about it for a while (at least 3-6 months)You've mentally checked out of where you areYou can see yourself in what's next, and it's a simple daydreamWhether it's your career, a relationship, or just that nagging feeling that it's time for something new - this episode will help you pause, reflect, and leap with intention.Because thriving doesn't mean rushing.It means moving forward when it's really time - so you don't have to start over.Now go out there and thrive like you mean it.⁠

After todays episode, head on over to @therapybookspodcast to learn about the latest giveaway. *Information shared on this podcast is for informational and educational purposes only. In this weeks episode, Jessica Fowler speaks with Christina Cipriano, PhD. about her book Be Unapologetically Impatient: The Mindset Required to Change the Way We Do Things. Dr. Cipriano, shares ways to work toward inclusion with her own stories and the science on how to change the way we do things. Highlights from this episode: 3:19: Dr. Cipriano shares about an experience that brought to light the idea of challenging the status quo and how to impact change. 3:44: Dr. Cipriano shares about her life that lead to this book and some of her personal experience specifically around disability. 7:52 Dr. Cipriano shares an example of how to engage people and how to pull them in instead of calling them out. 8:58: We discussed this idea of "waiting to fail" that often is needed prior to kids receiving services. 14:11: We discuss the idea of knowing yourself when you have interactions while advocating for your kids. 18:24: Dr. Cipriano shares what community members can do to be more inclusive. 24:27: Dr. Cipriano shares who the book is for. About the author: Christina Cipriano, Ph.D., is an associate professor of Applied Developmental and Educational Psychology at the Yale Child Study in the Yale School of Medicine and Director of the Education Collaboratory at Yale University. An award-winning scholar and internationally regarded expert in the science of learning and development, Dr. Cipriano received her Ph.D. from Boston College, her Ed.M. from the Harvard Graduate School of Education and undergraduate degree from Hofstra University. A prolific public scholar, educator, and speaker, Chris brings her positionality as a first-generation high school graduate and mother of four children to her science and work.  

Join me to dive deep into a common struggle many of us face on our journey to achieving big goals—feeling blocked. I emphasize that what we often perceive as a blockage is actually impatience. Drawing from my own experiences and real-world examples, I highlight the importance of consistency, patience, and trusting the process. I also share actionable steps to overcome feelings of stagnation and stress that true, sustainable success requires time and persistence. Tune in for a heavy dose of motivation and practical strategies to keep pushing forward, even when immediate results aren't visible. What you'll hear in this episode: [1:15] A Dose of Truth: Impatience vs. Progress [2:45] Achieving Goals Doesn't Always Go as Planned [5:00] The Desire To Accomplish Goals Quickly [7:30] The Ice Cube Metaphor: Trusting the Process [13:25] Recommitting to the Basics to Overcome Impatience [14:10] Recommitting to Why You're Chasing Your Goal Related Episodes: How to Escape the Quicksand of Overwhelming Desire When Striving Towards Your Goals How to Use Willpower to Fuel Greatness and Achieve Your Goals How to Set Purposeful Goals and Achieve Success Connect with Paige on Instagram @paigelawrencecoaching

The Purple Day Podcast is the audio from our Monday episodes of Storytime in the Schoolhouse. Please note: Storytime is written and recorded for the screen. Some elements of Storytime will transfer better than others. Every Purple Day, or Monday, we are inside the Schoolhouse for circle time and storytime. During circle time, we enjoy singing and reciting nature-based, seasonal songs and poems. We start a new circle time at the beginning of the month, slowly learning the songs and poems together throughout the month. We also practice a deep breathing exercise on Mondays. After circle time, we listen to a story together. Ms. Becca tells us a Grandpa Ivy story the first week of each month. This week, we hear a pedagogical or teaching story about a little deer covered in white spots who wishes he were all brown like his parents and siblings. This Impatient Deer learns that sometimes, all you can do is wait. ✨Interested in more songs and stories?✨ Check out our Storytime Sampler, which includes a whole week of Storytime for each season, giving you new songs and stories to enjoy all year.

It's an allergy episode. I'm sorry I sound like Rudolph in the 1964 Christmas special where he has to wear a fake nose. It's not all bad though... Jeff graced us with another legendary Jeff voicemail! Plus, we talk movie news about that huge Kung Fury leak, and we discuss a bunch of stuff we've been watching, like A24's WARFARE, Marvel Studios' Thunderbolts (I'm not putting that stupid asterisk), Death of a Unicorn, and more. If you want to get right to the movie talk, you can scrub ahead to 43:27, Mr. Impatient. Wanna be on the show? Call us and leave a voicemail at (707) 948-6707. Visit our Linktree for more ways you can connect with us and connect with our show! Subscribe to us on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCzDsxUs9JzL70A1Sh5GbRdw Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/themattandmarkmovieshow/ Merch: https://www.teepublic.com/stores/the-matt-and-mark-movie-show-merch?ref_id=26325 Support our show through Blubrry: https://blubrry.com/services/professional-podcast-hosting/?code=GetRecd Buy Us A Coffee: http://buymeacoffee.com/Mattandmark

Preview: Colleague John Hardie reports that POTUS grows restless and impatient with Putin's games around the negotiating table. More later. 1855 CRIMEAN WAR

Are your everyday frustrations quietly revealing the deeper truths you've been avoiding? We've all had that moment—waiting endlessly in line, overwhelmed, angry, and ready to explode. But what if that experience isn't just annoying? What if it's the key to uncovering buried stress and unresolved stories that are quietly running your life? In this raw and revealing episode of Stress Management for Highly Sensitive People, you'll discover: How frustration and impatience are powerful signals pointing you to your next breakthrough. A surprising way to shift your perspective by questioning what you believe about others—especially when you're convinced they're wrong. Why your current emotional reaction might be rooted in a past experience you didn't even realize was still affecting you. Press play now to turn a stressful moment into a portal for deep clarity, compassion, and unexpected inner freedom. Todd Dreaming of a stress-free, balanced life? Visit trueinnerfreedom.com and complete the HSP Stress Survey. Gain clarity on your stress triggers and enjoy a free 15-minute Inner Freedom Call designed to guide you toward lasting inner peace and fulfillment. Are you a highly sensitive person (HSP) or someone who identifies as hypersensitive or neurodivergent? This podcast is dedicated to helping highly sensitive people (HSPs) navigate overwhelm and stress by using The Work of Byron Katie—a powerful method for questioning stressful thoughts and finding true inner freedom. We dive deep into stress management strategies, coping with stress, and stress relief methods specifically tailored for HSPs. Learn how to manage emotions, especially negative ones, and explore effective stress reduction techniques that go beyond the surface to address the root causes of anxiety and pressure. Whether you're interested in learning how to lower stress, handle stress and pressure, or reduce stress through practical techniques, we provide insights and support based on The Work of Byron Katie. Discover how this transformative approach can help you decrease stress, find inner peace, and create balance in your life. Join us to learn about various coping strategies for stress, all designed to support HSPs in their journey toward emotional well-being.

Le 15 septembre 2011, Dominique Besnehard était au micro de RTL, prêt pour une soirée pleine de suspens ! Tous les jours, retrouvez le meilleur de Laurent Gerra en podcast sur RTL.fr, l'application et toutes vos plateformes.Distribué par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

5/1/25 - Hour 1 Rich breaks down the Laker's getting ousted in the 1st round of the NBA Playoffs by the Timberwolves and explains why there's plenty of blame to go around for the disappointing end to L.A.'s once-promising season.   Colts GM Chris Ballard and Rich discuss Indianapolis' 1st-round draft pick Penn State TE Tyler Warren, the team's looming QB competition between Anthony Richardson and newly-signed Daniel Jones, reveals that Shedeur Sanders isn't the only one getting prank phone calls, and more.   Rich weighs in on what's at stake this training camp for Colts QBs Anthony Richardson and Daniel Jones.  Please check out other RES productions: Overreaction Monday: http://apple.co/overreactionmonday  What the Football with Suzy Shuster and Amy Trask: http://apple.co/whatthefootball The Jim Jackson Show: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/the-jim-jackson-show/id1770609432 No-Contest Wrestling with O'Shea Jackson Jr. and TJ Jefferson: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/no-contest-wrestling/id1771450708 Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

First, we bring you new CNN reporting on White House anxiety for trade agreements as Americans face economic uncertainty. Plus, a stunning new report says President Trump's cost-cutting initiative is responsible for almost half of all layoffs in the United States so far this year. How is that impacting the overall US economy?  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Andy and Randy talk about the Hawks path to not being in the play-in games and if the Hawks owners understand the path to contending and if they're realistic about the timeline.

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Do you find it hard to be patient? Jeff discusses how hope and prayer are essential in developing the virtue of patience. Through Biblical examples and the analogy of early and latter rains in farming, Jeff illustrates the importance of waiting for God's timing. Snippet from the Show Hope and prayer help us adjust our expectations with Jesus and grow in patience. Email us with comments or questions at thejeffcavinsshow@ascensionpress.com. Text “jeffcavins” to 33-777 to subscribe and get Jeff's shownotes delivered straight to your email! Or visit https://media.ascensionpress.com/?s=&page=2&category%5B0%5D=Ascension%20Podcasts&category%5B1%5D=The%20Jeff%20Cavins%20Show for full shownotes!