Podcast appearances and mentions of lady faith

DJ “D.O.C.” On Air is a weekly mix show featuring the hottest ElectroseX Records tracks and dance music from around the world from fellow EDM industry producers. Producing/Mixes/Radioshow: info@electrosexrecords.com Record Label/A&R/Owner & Founder: djdoc@electrosexrecords.com New Music out on all platforms including: Beatport https://www.beatport.com/label/electrosex-records/86837 Junodownload https://www.junodownload.com/labels/ElectroseX Traxsource https://music.apple.com/us/artist/dj-d-o-c/1719172929 Beatsource https://www.beatsource.com/label/electrosex-records/66584 MusicWorx https://www.pro.music-worx.com/en/artist/dj-d-o-c/175821 Apple Music https://music.apple.com/us/artist/dj-doc/105750664 Spotify https://open.spotify.com/artist/4cYUeqAGXyqvtPMLSFdprl DJ/Producer & Radio Mixshow Host - Any questions hit me up on my socials or by email. To have your music played on DJ "D.O.C. On Air send your tracks to djdoc@electrosexrecords.com Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/rockstar_dj_doc Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/rockstardjdoc Twitter: https://www.twitter.com/rockstardjdoc Soundcloud: https://www.soundcloud.com/rockstardjdoc Website: https://www.electrosexrecords.com Episodes 257 Playlist: Southside Stony Island Pimpz x DJ "D.O.C." Featuring Alex Peace - Can U Feel DAT DJ "STRESS" x DJ "D.O.C." - Cuerpo Mike Dunn - Git'cha House on Baby (DJ "D.O.C. Remix) Laidback Luke & Nostalgix - 1000 BPM Gloria Espinoza x DJ "D.O.C." - Sing This Anthem Skytech - Sinner DJ "D.O.C." Featuring UNDY - Unstoppable MARTEN HØRGER & Sarah De Warren - Make It Right Maddix Vs. DJ "D.O.C." - ACID Mike Candys - Make Some Noise Eli Brown x DJ "D.O.C." - Let The Music Move You Codex (SE) & Kohey & Dualgun - Taking Over DJ "D.O.C." Featuring Darren Von - I Don't Need Your Love HIFEER & Steeper - Somebody DJ "D.O.C." x Jose Cruz - Eat Sleep Rave Repeat BARELY ALIVE - chicken jockey High Density Velocity x DJ "D.O.C." - Tear The Club Down DJ "D.O.C." x Melrose Mike x Sullivan King x ELLA - Countdown Lady Faith & T78 & Activator - Bass In Your Face Mutilator - Spiders

Archangel Michael and Lady Faith Full Moon Temple by Andrea Dombecki. Reignite your soul's power with these powerful Twin flame Archangels. Re awaken your healing and manifesting abilities, through joy, love and intention raise your vibration and connect with your inner magic. Visit a Full moon temple with these angels to experience powerful soul healing and quantum awakening.  https://www.angelfairyhealing.com/https://www.facebook.com/groups/angelfairyhealing

Next Headliner Mindset coaching group starts July 22!Get more info and sign up at www.nikcherwink.com/headlinermindsetLady Faith has a been a professional DJ for over 15 years and has been leading the charge to put hardstyle on the map in the United States. Immigrating from Iran at 7 years old, discovering dance music in the clubs of LA and starting off in the days of spinning vinyl records, she has fought against the EDM boys club to establish herself as a true rockstar in the scene and pave the wave for female DJs to have a seat at the table.Follow Lady Faith here:https://www.instagram.com/djladyfaithhttps://x.com/DJLADYFAITHFollow Nik Cherwink here:https://www.instagram.com/nikcherwinkAnd visit my site to join the mailing list or book a free coaching call:https://www.nikcherwink.com

Today's episode features a deep dive into the intersection of spirituality and psychology with our esteemed guest, Ryan Angelo. Prepare to expand your mind and explore the realms of consciousness mastery.Main Themes:Spiritual Awakening Journey: Ryan Angelo shares his transformative journey into spirituality, detailing his profound encounters with archangel Michael and Lady Faith.Truth vs. Lies: A critical exploration of how to discern the real from the false on one's spiritual path.Pride vs. Courage: The delicate balance between ego-driven pride and the true courage that comes from embracing our inherent talents and values.Authenticity and Personal Growth: The importance of staying true to oneself, divine timing, and pivotal moments that drive transformation.Navigating Relationships: How to manage toxic relationships effectively, set healthy boundaries, and overcome the crippling effects of self-doubt.Christ Consciousness: A discussion on the idea of a “Christ army” and “Christ consciousness,” including what they mean for spiritual growth.Ego Death and Purpose: The journey through ego death and how it relates to aligning with one's higher purpose.Astral Exploration: A cautious approach to exploring the astral plane, with insights on how to navigate these experiences safely.Authenticity in a Superficial World: The critical role of authenticity in a world often ruled by superficial values.Take a deeper dive into this episode at the blog:https://www.skepticmetaphysician.com/blog/ryan-angeloGuest Info:Website: https://ryan-angelo.com/Instagram:https://www.instagram.com/unseenallianceYouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@unseenallianceSupport the Show:Rate/review Us Here: https://lovethepodcast.com/SkepticMetaphysiciansPurchase Merchandise: https://www.skepticmetaphysician.com/storeBuy Me A Coffee: https://www.buymeacoffee.com/SkepticMetaphys Connect With The Skeptic Metaphysicians:Website: skepticmetaphysician.comFacebook: @TheSkepticMetaphysicianIG: SkepticMetaphysician_PodcastTik Tok: @skepticmetaphysiciansOther episodes you'll enjoy:Unlocking Your Higher Selfhttps://www.skepticmetaphysician.com/unlocking-your-higher-self-tracy-yates/ The Essential Guide to Spiritual Awakeningshttps://www.skepticmetaphysician.com/the-essential-guide-to-spiritual-awakenings-amirah-hall/ The Secret That's Holding You Backhttps://www.skepticmetaphysician.com/vince-genna/

Award-winning filmmaker Kenneth Lui‘s highly-anticipated crime comedy ARTISTS IN AGONY, will hit VOD platforms worldwide July 21 from Global Digital Releasing. ARTISTS IN AGONY features recently discovered footage revealing how four famous hitmen died at the infamous Coda Teahouse Massacre. —Frosty (the new father), Lucien Mercy (the stay-at-home mom), Red Rick (the romantic), and his apprentice Lady Faith (the rising star). Ex-CIA Agent Jonathan Sully guides us through the footage, suspecting they were killed by the renowned assassin artist known as Rockstar, considered the greatest hitman who ever lived. Says writer-director Kenneth Lui, “I was cheering up a friend who was getting over a breakup and out of the blue he asked if I could create a project where he could, “Look cool shooting bad guys.” When I pictured my friend shooting bad guys, the shot was handheld like in a documentary.  The results were hilarious. The idea of regular people talking casually about killing like it was an art was fascinating. I asked them if they'd commit to finishing arcs in a project where they'd play hitmen. They foolishly agreed. The interviews proved to me that shooting this subject matter in a documentary/cinéma-vérité style would work great in a satire.  The result is our first feature film, ARTISTS IN AGONY: Hitmen at the Coda Teahouse, an absurdly violent mockumentary that follows 4 foolish hitmen to their deaths and the hijinks of how it happened. It's a satirical crime exposé with its tongue firmly in its cheek.” Lui works as a professional editor for social media and commercials and as a visual effects artist on major motion pictures for Marvel and DC such as Captain America: Civil War, Batman V Superman, and Guardians of the Galaxy. Want to watch: YouTube Meisterkhan Pod (Please Subscribe)

Pop Art Painter Jamie Roxx (www.JamieRoxx.us) welcomes Kenneth Lui (ARTISTS IN AGONY: Hitmen at the Coda Teahouse | Movie: Action, Comedy, Crime) to the Show!  (Click to go there) ● WEB: www.kennethlui.com ● WEB: www.artistsinagony.com ● IN: @mental.pictures.productions ● FB: @MentalPicturesProductions ● LT: linktr.ee/mentalpictures  Award-winning filmmaker Kenneth Lui‘s highly-anticipated crime comedy ARTISTS IN AGONY, will hit VOD platforms worldwide July 21 from Global Digital Releasing. ARTISTS IN AGONY features recently discovered footage revealing how four famous hitmen died at the infamous Coda Teahouse Massacre. —Frosty (the new father), Lucien Mercy (the stay-at-home mom), Red Rick (the romantic), and his apprentice Lady Faith (the rising star). ARTISTS IN AGONY: Hitmen at the Coda Teahouse, an absurdly violent mockumentary that follows 4 foolish hitmen to their deaths and the hijinks of how it happened. It's a satirical crime exposé with its tongue firmly in its cheek.” Lui works as a professional editor for social media and commercials and as a visual effects artist on major motion pictures for Marvel and DC such as Captain America: Civil War, Batman V Superman, and Guardians of the Galaxy. ● Media Inquiries: October Coast PR www.octobercoastpr.com

Archangel Michael is the Great Protector and his twin flame is Faith. Faith confirms your faith within yourself so that you are able to accomplish your soul mission and life purpose. •Contact: agentk21podcast@gmail.com -Music: agentk21music@gmail.com -Counseling: Fullcirclecounselingservice@gmail.com •New Contact: Sara Goulao Portela (Certified Holistic Healer) - saragoulao738@gmail.com •Full Circle Counseling - https://www.keandranesmith.com/ •Linktree- https://linktr.ee/agentk21podcast •Music Linktree - https://linktr.ee/Agentk21music?utm_source=linktree_profile_share •Donations - https://linktr.ee/agentk21podcast •Cash App Donations - https://cash.app/$agentk21 •Music Lessons Website - https://agentk21music.wixsite.com/mysite •Merchandise Store - https://1111-podcast.creator-spring.com •Social Media: @agentk21podcast (IG); @agentk21 (Twitter) •YouTube Channel: https://youtube.com/channel/UCVMPPFBImTwvXpbx-ndg-ZQ •Introduction music: “Interlude” by @Agentk21music (IG) - https://soundcloud.com/agentk21/interlude •Background music - “Arrow” - https://soundcloud.com/agentk21/arrow

Learn about the other half of Archangel Michael, the Divine Feminine counterpart who is only recently more coming into the worlds awareness: Lady Faith. YouTube episode coming soon!

We have been on a long journey with our throat chakras. These incredibly sensitive chakras not only stands for our higher truth and communication but are also connected to our clairaudience. As we move from the 3D experience of using half-truths or deception and move into our expanded 5D light bodies, we become deputies of Light and Truth.  We speak with words of honor and integrity. We also attract people who accept our truth. In this meditation Archangel Michael, Lady Faith, and their Aquamarine Dragons help to ignite the codes of our 5D Throat Chakra. This meditation is a mini version of 7/24/22 Sanctuary, Jennifer's monthly live sacred healing light mediation. This hour-long gathering gives us time to do a deep dive into learning, healing, singing, and meditation. Join us and receive access to all previous activations.  https://angelsofabundanceascensionacademy.com/sanctuary/ The new song, I AM a Messenger of Truth, will help you integrate and seal this transmission. Jennifer is writing a song, every month this year, for each of the 5D chakras. If this podcast supports you spiritually, please consider fueling it with your financial support.  Any amount is appreciated. https://Patreon.com/JenniferandMichael

DILLON HART FRANCIS is laying in a lush green meadow, centered in a field of daisies dressed in all white. Though I'm not sure we're meant to be, I'm sure that we could be; Or have been— But that's just me; My memory expands further than the eyes see; You're like me, But likely, Another lesson I need So here I am Rolling in the deep Keeping secrets, Sleeping with my grip Tightly wrapped around the key; A lock that doesn't open, Another thing I don't need; And I don't need you, But I'm thinking that I probably shouldn't think I need a drink— (Of love) Another drink— (Of blood) It's something wonderful, or was A pigeon turned to dove, And then a duck, Right before my eyes I'd be lying if I said I never cried so much Over one Lustful Stunning Something What? You woke me up for nothing I was someone in my dream, And now I'm up, And I'm no one I'm no one, huh But funny, sometimes Why me? I just keep on writing, I just keep on writing I just keep on writing I'm deprived, I'm not alive anymore— No one ever loved me before. He certainly must be dead; he thinks; his bright blue eyes glisten in the light, and as they begin to change, one single daisy stands out to him–unmoving, he stares at it, her petals rustling in the light breeze of the wind, however–they, too, begin to change. He takes a slow, deep breath in, still, however unmoving, as the daisy seemingly begins to dance and glisten; now he seem curious at best, but still unmoved. The daisy begins to flutter and twinkle, dazzling as the light seems to move around it, the meadow fading into a picturesque blur as the flower blooms, now changing color into a swirling array of flashing colors, now emitting a lulling hum– a peaceful and calming lullaby of frequencies and tones, cosmic and otherworldly and yet somehow natural and familiar Dillon becomes flush with bewilderment and awe, as the daisy continues to flash strobing patterns of lights and colors, now opening and growing as its petals stretch out, reaching into a flush and glorious cascade of pure white light–as his eyes widen, he moves slightly towards it; it opens up and swallows him whole. INT. LIVING ROOM. DAY THOMAS WESLEY PENTZ is slightly stunned, still glued to his screen; his good friend DILLON FRANCIS, an actor, has invited him over to watch his newest movie. What the fuck. The daisy returns to its natural state, and a warm wind blows through the sunlit field. FADE TO BLACK. What the fuck did I just see. I swear, you're in the weirdest movies, dude – He turns to his side to see an empty space on the course where Dillon had once been sitting. Dillon? He looks about the room confusedly, then pauses the movie, getting up from the couch and starting to the kitchen. Dillon. Your movie's weird, bro. However, the kitchen is empty. He approaches the counter, where GERALD is placed–he looks awkwardly at the pinata, staring into his eyes before turning it around. Ugh. He departs to search for Dillon in the bathroom. Dillon! Where you at, bro? I paused the movie! He checks the bathroom; also empty. YO! He turns down the hallway, hearing the sound of the shower running– Are you in the shower? No response. I'm not about to come into your shower bro; it's weird and random that you're in the shower when you invited me over to watch your movie. Still, no response. Bro! Again, silence–the shower continues running. Alright…you better not be naked. He steps into the master bedroom, the steam of the hot shower crawling out of the master bathroom and into the bedroom. Are you okay? He winces as he looks into the master bathroom, shower running at full power and the room filled with steam, to the point that even the roof is condensating; a drop of water drips from the ceiling and into his left eye– –fuck– –rubbing his eye, he observes the room to be empty–his friend is nowhere to be found; He is in the house alone. --- It's was incredible magic, even if it was my own—and I didn't exactly know that it was, or at least not surely, as my day had been anything but enjoyable, not that I was allowing myself to be convinced of such—The Secret had at best instilled the fake it till you make it technique of always being “good”, even when you were bad—and that there was no such thing as being bad, even if you were feeling it; and that if you were feeling it, you were just allowing yourself to feel it. Everything is always good all the time no matter what—bad thoughts and feelings were a result of something you were lacking—something you were doing wrong—though, really, there was no wrongdoing, as for the truly practical use of The Secret says that everything that happens is with purpose; the power the awareness of that purpose, and the consistent application of that purpose no matter what action or circumstance. --- Describe this feeling. I don't know. Does it hurt? Kind of. But— But— Did you cry? I didn't cry. Good. I wanted to. Good. There was no way I could finish The 48 Laws of Power and The Art of Seduction, or The 33 Strategies of War by Sunday; but, already knowing the 48 laws of power, I understood that even attending Dillon Francis's show would be an obvious forfeit to whatever game we were playing; it indeed was war, and as my fragile mind psychologically bent and twisted, wondering why it was I couldn't let Dillon out of my hindsight, foresight, or insight for much more than a brief moment; there was something powerful at play if not my own mind, crafting the world into a game which was fixed in my favor. However, this day was odd, with no reason or rhyme—and now I was burning with a new sense; one with which I couldn't do anything, and though far from stalemate my next series of moves would have to be played well in order to peacefully withdraw from the match. It was a different feeling entirely than with Kayla Lauren—and however fickle it may have seemed, it was still some sort of hurt— though, rather than a deep stab wound which pierced through my heart and straight into my soul, instead it was in fact a fire, which burned in my chest and, although in the place where my heart once might have been—an incinerator of panic and frenzy of chaotic, mischievous unrest had welled up inside of me. There she was— I assumed, the blockage I had sensed admirably, having prayed for peace and happiness, However—it was clear that in all the nonsense I had indeed become attached and outright infatuated with the idea of obsessively wanting Dillon Francis, which had, admítedly halted the overall creative action in anything including him in The Festival Project, and though there were still subtle hints of things maybe even going my way—I had to find something, anything that would help me cling to rational, stable thoughts. I had, after all—just wanted a [expletive]—and now with any luck or without any grief I could find one, without having the image of his face or his eyes burned into my mind. I had a healthy denial of having fallen in love with him; after Sonny, there was no love—and there certainly wasn't any falling into it, especially not with Dillon Francis. Now I had to do everything I could to at least rid myself in the very least of everything I had written of him, I was looking forward to somehow disbanding the account and all things associated with it, as I was sure any monitors, trackers, or hacks were to be through there, and—as things seemed to have gotten serious in one way or another, with the “demon” coughs still following me everywhere I went, mostly possessing the bodies of white, skinny women—I couldn't trust that whatever was being done was being done to anyone but SupaCree—as no one yet even knew my true new name, besides the social security administration, and I had long since gathered that it it was indeed my own United States government trying to kill me, or rather, have me kill myself—they had by now realized I was more of a valuable asset to keep around in some way, if not just for my intellectual rarity alone. The fact was, I wanted but not needed Dillon Francis—and as painful as it was to simply subsist in medocrity and corporate slavery, I knew myself to be powerful enough at least on my own to be constantly stalked, watched, and followed—and by Some standards or whatever other interests, I was valuable enough for consideration, but also replaceable enough to be let go. I had nothing else to live for, and so cared less either way, but having the weight of The Great Big Book Of Dillon Francis off my shoulders would at least allow whatever would take place thereafter to be duty-free. She was long and frail looking, at least by the arms and the hands, and the shot was perfect enough that I could only know one thing about her, even watching the video multiple times. I didn't know why I was there, but something was scratching and gripping at me to look, and so I did—and to my atrocious delight, there was a woman beside him—stuffing the innards of a double double with hot fries—the kind I used to like: I was at least glad it didn't show her biting Into the mess, but I had already seen Kayla Lauren do so, minus the hot fries, in her very own In-N-Out commercial; this, however wsd just a hand model—a demon dressed as a woman showing off what she could do that I couldn't—and Dillon unremarkably making a statement, as if to say without saying “things I can do with her.” The next slide, however, took and shook me, prompting me to realize I would have to change all of the names in my upcoming would-be novel, had I ever the time to finish it—of the means to put a middle or end to it, as it just seemed ever-never-ending. [EDIT] The dog in the photo nearly distracted me from essentially the most shocking thing I could have ever fathomed seeing on Instagram, and actually rocked me at the core; nearly vomiting with excitement or confusion, neither of which I could place, and setting the aforementioned fire with a gaseous fume—I played the story over in a fit of rage, and for the next few hours I would come to again question my own being and existence, unable to place my feelings but however, fully aware of them, unable to understand what they exactly were and why they were there. Now, I had probably another album underfoot, and though I was as wordless as ever, there was something to be said about the fit of fury and rage that was inescapable, the tears I had been able to hold back in the early morning hours that same day finally pouring out, as now I was certainly again in the grips of deep growing pains, none of which were wanted or needed, nor was I ready for. It was a dangerous, disastrous love—or something enough like it to be equally as painful and destructive. Everyone had a Kayla Lauren, and here I was, trapped in a body too big and too black to be cared for in the way I had only ever wanted or needed; at least by anyone I was actually drawn to, which was in itself a rarity. Hell indeed hath no fury. Auto-Magic Don't stop me now Uh I'm on auto-Matic Auto-matic Auto-matic Auto-matic Daddy's home Yo— I gota boner Or bone in my body to roam I'm going rio-to roam. You do not know me I am not lonely, But no beef with my rice-aroni, No cheese Oh please don't need me I was just sleeping I am the king of kings You see me, Jesus? He be calling on me We don't sleep Where are you mr mau5 They call me mr mouth They call me mr mouth I'm here to eat you O-o-o-o-out The limit is 5; Times it by 9 Now that's a new paradigm, I blend it up with lime A Diamond Now you are mine; I am your mind I am time Bruh. I like what I like I have to hype you up, You have to buy me Blimey, my— you're suicidy. Fuck. Grow up. I just opened up a notebook, Now I'm shook, Don't look And don't look me up, I'm a muffin, Crunchy, But no nuts What? Shut up. Bruh. Oh. It's you again. I think I'm in love with Being In love with Being in love I think I'm in love with Being in love with Being in love I think I'm in love with Being in love with Being in love I think I'm in love with Love with Love with Love with— Being with— Love Love is Love is Love is Being in Love is Love is Love is Being with Love js Love js Love is Being in Love is Love is Love js Being—- Love Is In You Oh. Diplo & SIDEPEICE on your mind Sometimes I Try a little harder Do a little more Work a little longer Thinking of you I —- One day I'll be perfect One day I'll be famous One day I'll be a shining star You'll wish upon me; But I'm far away now, I'm far away now “One day I'll be pretty”, she said ‘One day you'll be with me', she thinks One day there will be no secrets, or regrets But that's far away now, Far away now Here we go Alright, alright You all strapped in? I'll be here all night, all night One day I'll be famous, Nameless said I'm saying grace at picnic tables Lady Faith ain't reading fables I think I'm disabled, maybe Run like a horse out the stable This is unstable This is unhealthy This is unwritten; This is a fairly tale! Very well, Very well written Hot as hell isn't it? Isn't it intermission yet? I'm still on a mission; I still haven't read the texts I'm still sitting in smitten, Drifting, but I haven't driven in centuries Sifting and lifting my misery into Ascension This my invention: I need invitations for Satan's epiphany What it is? Skinny as Whitney, Stiff as a skeleton No more jello-or gelatin Animal product again— Hey this is my agent, or management; Animal planet isn't as infinite as history channel If I wear a flannel to funural Call it a habit or programming— Haven't I had it? Goddammit, my dad is just Random I miss him I can't take advantage I'm packing my bags for the promised land Plane hasn't landed yet I just made management Damaged like can in the back of a What the fuck is that thing? What? What is THAT? A semi truck. What's it for? Uh… Sometimes God asks questions I can't answer I gotta get to Alaska I think I'm crashing rapidly Yeah, I'd eat a can on spam for my dad I'm having a panic attack But I'm laughing out loud Cause the law of attraction says Disaster is A product of imagination— And mine is bigger than Disney's If you're gonna miss me, Admit it Cause I'm disappearing I mean it I gotta get to Alaska I gotta get to Alaska I gotta get to Alaska A flatline Can't be Gotta get back on time Gotta sing like Whitney Shit you not I'm not kidding This shit has got to be Offa my rocker Or rocking chair Dad, I'm a rockstar I'll be right there A delayed reaction A trap; A plan to get me back to alaska “I'm a trash can” I'm a beautiful black man Man, This is savage, I can't handle this madness Where's my man Where's my mantras? I am a Grammy winner I am an Oscar winner I am an Emmy Winner I am a Tony winner Blow me Get below me You owe me You don't own me I'm the only one who knows me Okay I'll eat banana cream pie Just don't die on me Just don't lie Like there's no time Please believe me The only Interaction with Jesus I need Is pleading Please don't leave me hanging, dang I'm on my way Don't hate me for praying Don't hate me Hey, Don't take this the wrong way I only changed my name To get away from A murderer I'm sorry It's all my mistakes I— I'm wasting away I'm wasting away I'm wasting my days procrastinating And eating cupcakes I'm a size 4 I'm adorable, But what will I do with these legs Eggs and bacon Any day of the week And some pancakes, please Anything for my daddy Anything Underwater plays on the radio station I'm an over eater, but not lately Haven't been sleeping Haven't been playing the game that I made up I'm an alien No, I'm an Alaskan With black skin Pity the fool, But I can't pity you Maybe time for the pool But can't stop a panic attack When it's happening Dad. Wait for me. Don't leave me with mom Please Please Take it easy The universe doesn't understand Don't Or know But I hope she won't Take him away from me Before I see him again Radiation I hate this X-ray machine A display of hate I'm so mean when I'm hungry Just trying to be as lean as I can be Just want to be happy Just want to be me, and I mean it I see you see me I see you see me, too I see you in me, too I see myself in you, But I'm selfish boo, so unusual So, so cruel Eat a spoonful of Fuck you, dude Watch YouTube to get in the mood I pity the fool But don't pity you You're just shitty And I'm in your living room Wishing to just end it By admission, I didn't risk it all Just to Envy you And I don't And I can't And I won't Have it bad? I don't believe you I can't see through anything with the Steam on my lenses No steam room Stream of consciousness says Get out of bed, From midnight to noon I'm a human I'm dead in the eyes I'm dead serious One minute to write And I'm furious Curious Put me on ice; This is ludachris Losing my life to a human Some bullshit Digital love >< the veldt Discoveries to Discovery (That's Daft Punk) I'm in no hurry; Have a McFlurry If life isn't wonderful Isn't it wonderful Isn't it dumb when you wonder what month it is Isn't this physics Collision of science and violent One tiny violin, silence Displayed as the sermon is read Syrup with bread, or something Guess I'm inbred, but well-read, or something Guess we'll wear red, or something Guess I'm just dead, With no regrets Surfing the internet, or something I'm channel tres Let me express my regrets, Or regression Excersise to exsicion, Expression Express self check out I'm wrecked, Write a check out To bounce Where's Mr. Mau5 I'm still Mr. Mouth, I'm sour Didn't forget where this started but It's been 5 hours and I'm just now feeling the power I got you a flower, Now I'm the man of the hour, Turn the page I'm starting to look my age, I'm Starting to have nice legs, I'm Starting to miss the stage a bit I'm starting to see the deficit to my attention Split the Bill, and fit the picture Simply put, I miss her, I miss him I miss this I miss that— I'm miss América under this hat I'm African American, yeah I'm black— Well, half In the back of the pack With a sandwhich This is a masterpiece Or just an album Or just a - - - Or just a problem Or just another mistake I made I'm starting to look my age, I'm a raisin in the sun Having fun yet? Not without a flat stomach And a gun, To blow my head off, Cause I never got it That's raw, huh? “I'm awesome” “I'm so lost.” I'm an apostle, Paul You got it all wrong; Imposter God with an awful lot of pasta Without any sauce Cause that's got carbs in it.. And I'm made of carbon or something But not for long— $10 an hour? So wrong Get me off this rock. It's always too good to be true It's always too good to be true It's always too good to be true— If you think so It's always too good to be true It's always too good to be true It's always too good to be true— If you think so I'm always too me to be you— Till you need me to; Now there are two in this room, And it's blu in full bloom, I assume, Make some room for me Build a tomb for me, in your womb Don't bury me Burn me instead If I'm worthy “The earth, My creation” —she said. The end. (But it isn't, It's infinite.) Amen

DILLON HART FRANCIS is laying in a lush green meadow, centered in a field of daisies dressed in all white. Though I'm not sure we're meant to be, I'm sure that we could be; Or have been— But that's just me; My memory expands further than the eyes see; You're like me, But likely, Another lesson I need So here I am Rolling in the deep Keeping secrets, Sleeping with my grip Tightly wrapped around the key; A lock that doesn't open, Another thing I don't need; And I don't need you, But I'm thinking that I probably shouldn't think I need a drink— (Of love) Another drink— (Of blood) It's something wonderful, or was A pigeon turned to dove, And then a duck, Right before my eyes I'd be lying if I said I never cried so much Over one Lustful Stunning Something What? You woke me up for nothing I was someone in my dream, And now I'm up, And I'm no one I'm no one, huh But funny, sometimes Why me? I just keep on writing, I just keep on writing I just keep on writing I'm deprived, I'm not alive anymore— No one ever loved me before. He certainly must be dead; he thinks; his bright blue eyes glisten in the light, and as they begin to change, one single daisy stands out to him–unmoving, he stares at it, her petals rustling in the light breeze of the wind, however–they, too, begin to change. He takes a slow, deep breath in, still, however unmoving, as the daisy seemingly begins to dance and glisten; now he seem curious at best, but still unmoved. The daisy begins to flutter and twinkle, dazzling as the light seems to move around it, the meadow fading into a picturesque blur as the flower blooms, now changing color into a swirling array of flashing colors, now emitting a lulling hum– a peaceful and calming lullaby of frequencies and tones, cosmic and otherworldly and yet somehow natural and familiar Dillon becomes flush with bewilderment and awe, as the daisy continues to flash strobing patterns of lights and colors, now opening and growing as its petals stretch out, reaching into a flush and glorious cascade of pure white light–as his eyes widen, he moves slightly towards it; it opens up and swallows him whole. INT. LIVING ROOM. DAY THOMAS WESLEY PENTZ is slightly stunned, still glued to his screen; his good friend DILLON FRANCIS, an actor, has invited him over to watch his newest movie. What the fuck. The daisy returns to its natural state, and a warm wind blows through the sunlit field. FADE TO BLACK. What the fuck did I just see. I swear, you're in the weirdest movies, dude – He turns to his side to see an empty space on the course where Dillon had once been sitting. Dillon? He looks about the room confusedly, then pauses the movie, getting up from the couch and starting to the kitchen. Dillon. Your movie's weird, bro. However, the kitchen is empty. He approaches the counter, where GERALD is placed–he looks awkwardly at the pinata, staring into his eyes before turning it around. Ugh. He departs to search for Dillon in the bathroom. Dillon! Where you at, bro? I paused the movie! He checks the bathroom; also empty. YO! He turns down the hallway, hearing the sound of the shower running– Are you in the shower? No response. I'm not about to come into your shower bro; it's weird and random that you're in the shower when you invited me over to watch your movie. Still, no response. Bro! Again, silence–the shower continues running. Alright…you better not be naked. He steps into the master bedroom, the steam of the hot shower crawling out of the master bathroom and into the bedroom. Are you okay? He winces as he looks into the master bathroom, shower running at full power and the room filled with steam, to the point that even the roof is condensating; a drop of water drips from the ceiling and into his left eye– –fuck– –rubbing his eye, he observes the room to be empty–his friend is nowhere to be found; He is in the house alone. --- It's was incredible magic, even if it was my own—and I didn't exactly know that it was, or at least not surely, as my day had been anything but enjoyable, not that I was allowing myself to be convinced of such—The Secret had at best instilled the fake it till you make it technique of always being “good”, even when you were bad—and that there was no such thing as being bad, even if you were feeling it; and that if you were feeling it, you were just allowing yourself to feel it. Everything is always good all the time no matter what—bad thoughts and feelings were a result of something you were lacking—something you were doing wrong—though, really, there was no wrongdoing, as for the truly practical use of The Secret says that everything that happens is with purpose; the power the awareness of that purpose, and the consistent application of that purpose no matter what action or circumstance. --- Describe this feeling. I don't know. Does it hurt? Kind of. But— But— Did you cry? I didn't cry. Good. I wanted to. Good. There was no way I could finish The 48 Laws of Power and The Art of Seduction, or The 33 Strategies of War by Sunday; but, already knowing the 48 laws of power, I understood that even attending Dillon Francis's show would be an obvious forfeit to whatever game we were playing; it indeed was war, and as my fragile mind psychologically bent and twisted, wondering why it was I couldn't let Dillon out of my hindsight, foresight, or insight for much more than a brief moment; there was something powerful at play if not my own mind, crafting the world into a game which was fixed in my favor. However, this day was odd, with no reason or rhyme—and now I was burning with a new sense; one with which I couldn't do anything, and though far from stalemate my next series of moves would have to be played well in order to peacefully withdraw from the match. It was a different feeling entirely than with Kayla Lauren—and however fickle it may have seemed, it was still some sort of hurt— though, rather than a deep stab wound which pierced through my heart and straight into my soul, instead it was in fact a fire, which burned in my chest and, although in the place where my heart once might have been—an incinerator of panic and frenzy of chaotic, mischievous unrest had welled up inside of me. There she was— I assumed, the blockage I had sensed admirably, having prayed for peace and happiness, However—it was clear that in all the nonsense I had indeed become attached and outright infatuated with the idea of obsessively wanting Dillon Francis, which had, admítedly halted the overall creative action in anything including him in The Festival Project, and though there were still subtle hints of things maybe even going my way—I had to find something, anything that would help me cling to rational, stable thoughts. I had, after all—just wanted a [expletive]—and now with any luck or without any grief I could find one, without having the image of his face or his eyes burned into my mind. I had a healthy denial of having fallen in love with him; after Sonny, there was no love—and there certainly wasn't any falling into it, especially not with Dillon Francis. Now I had to do everything I could to at least rid myself in the very least of everything I had written of him, I was looking forward to somehow disbanding the account and all things associated with it, as I was sure any monitors, trackers, or hacks were to be through there, and—as things seemed to have gotten serious in one way or another, with the “demon” coughs still following me everywhere I went, mostly possessing the bodies of white, skinny women—I couldn't trust that whatever was being done was being done to anyone but SupaCree—as no one yet even knew my true new name, besides the social security administration, and I had long since gathered that it it was indeed my own United States government trying to kill me, or rather, have me kill myself—they had by now realized I was more of a valuable asset to keep around in some way, if not just for my intellectual rarity alone. The fact was, I wanted but not needed Dillon Francis—and as painful as it was to simply subsist in medocrity and corporate slavery, I knew myself to be powerful enough at least on my own to be constantly stalked, watched, and followed—and by Some standards or whatever other interests, I was valuable enough for consideration, but also replaceable enough to be let go. I had nothing else to live for, and so cared less either way, but having the weight of The Great Big Book Of Dillon Francis off my shoulders would at least allow whatever would take place thereafter to be duty-free. She was long and frail looking, at least by the arms and the hands, and the shot was perfect enough that I could only know one thing about her, even watching the video multiple times. I didn't know why I was there, but something was scratching and gripping at me to look, and so I did—and to my atrocious delight, there was a woman beside him—stuffing the innards of a double double with hot fries—the kind I used to like: I was at least glad it didn't show her biting Into the mess, but I had already seen Kayla Lauren do so, minus the hot fries, in her very own In-N-Out commercial; this, however wsd just a hand model—a demon dressed as a woman showing off what she could do that I couldn't—and Dillon unremarkably making a statement, as if to say without saying “things I can do with her.” The next slide, however, took and shook me, prompting me to realize I would have to change all of the names in my upcoming would-be novel, had I ever the time to finish it—of the means to put a middle or end to it, as it just seemed ever-never-ending. [EDIT] The dog in the photo nearly distracted me from essentially the most shocking thing I could have ever fathomed seeing on Instagram, and actually rocked me at the core; nearly vomiting with excitement or confusion, neither of which I could place, and setting the aforementioned fire with a gaseous fume—I played the story over in a fit of rage, and for the next few hours I would come to again question my own being and existence, unable to place my feelings but however, fully aware of them, unable to understand what they exactly were and why they were there. Now, I had probably another album underfoot, and though I was as wordless as ever, there was something to be said about the fit of fury and rage that was inescapable, the tears I had been able to hold back in the early morning hours that same day finally pouring out, as now I was certainly again in the grips of deep growing pains, none of which were wanted or needed, nor was I ready for. It was a dangerous, disastrous love—or something enough like it to be equally as painful and destructive. Everyone had a Kayla Lauren, and here I was, trapped in a body too big and too black to be cared for in the way I had only ever wanted or needed; at least by anyone I was actually drawn to, which was in itself a rarity. Hell indeed hath no fury. Auto-Magic Don't stop me now Uh I'm on auto-Matic Auto-matic Auto-matic Auto-matic Daddy's home Yo— I gota boner Or bone in my body to roam I'm going rio-to roam. You do not know me I am not lonely, But no beef with my rice-aroni, No cheese Oh please don't need me I was just sleeping I am the king of kings You see me, Jesus? He be calling on me We don't sleep Where are you mr mau5 They call me mr mouth They call me mr mouth I'm here to eat you O-o-o-o-out The limit is 5; Times it by 9 Now that's a new paradigm, I blend it up with lime A Diamond Now you are mine; I am your mind I am time Bruh. I like what I like I have to hype you up, You have to buy me Blimey, my— you're suicidy. Fuck. Grow up. I just opened up a notebook, Now I'm shook, Don't look And don't look me up, I'm a muffin, Crunchy, But no nuts What? Shut up. Bruh. Oh. It's you again. I think I'm in love with Being In love with Being in love I think I'm in love with Being in love with Being in love I think I'm in love with Being in love with Being in love I think I'm in love with Love with Love with Love with— Being with— Love Love is Love is Love is Being in Love is Love is Love is Being with Love js Love js Love is Being in Love is Love is Love js Being—- Love Is In You Oh. Diplo & SIDEPEICE on your mind Sometimes I Try a little harder Do a little more Work a little longer Thinking of you I —- One day I'll be perfect One day I'll be famous One day I'll be a shining star You'll wish upon me; But I'm far away now, I'm far away now “One day I'll be pretty”, she said ‘One day you'll be with me', she thinks One day there will be no secrets, or regrets But that's far away now, Far away now Here we go Alright, alright You all strapped in? I'll be here all night, all night One day I'll be famous, Nameless said I'm saying grace at picnic tables Lady Faith ain't reading fables I think I'm disabled, maybe Run like a horse out the stable This is unstable This is unhealthy This is unwritten; This is a fairly tale! Very well, Very well written Hot as hell isn't it? Isn't it intermission yet? I'm still on a mission; I still haven't read the texts I'm still sitting in smitten, Drifting, but I haven't driven in centuries Sifting and lifting my misery into Ascension This my invention: I need invitations for Satan's epiphany What it is? Skinny as Whitney, Stiff as a skeleton No more jello-or gelatin Animal product again— Hey this is my agent, or management; Animal planet isn't as infinite as history channel If I wear a flannel to funural Call it a habit or programming— Haven't I had it? Goddammit, my dad is just Random I miss him I can't take advantage I'm packing my bags for the promised land Plane hasn't landed yet I just made management Damaged like can in the back of a What the fuck is that thing? What? What is THAT? A semi truck. What's it for? Uh… Sometimes God asks questions I can't answer I gotta get to Alaska I think I'm crashing rapidly Yeah, I'd eat a can on spam for my dad I'm having a panic attack But I'm laughing out loud Cause the law of attraction says Disaster is A product of imagination— And mine is bigger than Disney's If you're gonna miss me, Admit it Cause I'm disappearing I mean it I gotta get to Alaska I gotta get to Alaska I gotta get to Alaska A flatline Can't be Gotta get back on time Gotta sing like Whitney Shit you not I'm not kidding This shit has got to be Offa my rocker Or rocking chair Dad, I'm a rockstar I'll be right there A delayed reaction A trap; A plan to get me back to alaska “I'm a trash can” I'm a beautiful black man Man, This is savage, I can't handle this madness Where's my man Where's my mantras? I am a Grammy winner I am an Oscar winner I am an Emmy Winner I am a Tony winner Blow me Get below me You owe me You don't own me I'm the only one who knows me Okay I'll eat banana cream pie Just don't die on me Just don't lie Like there's no time Please believe me The only Interaction with Jesus I need Is pleading Please don't leave me hanging, dang I'm on my way Don't hate me for praying Don't hate me Hey, Don't take this the wrong way I only changed my name To get away from A murderer I'm sorry It's all my mistakes I— I'm wasting away I'm wasting away I'm wasting my days procrastinating And eating cupcakes I'm a size 4 I'm adorable, But what will I do with these legs Eggs and bacon Any day of the week And some pancakes, please Anything for my daddy Anything Underwater plays on the radio station I'm an over eater, but not lately Haven't been sleeping Haven't been playing the game that I made up I'm an alien No, I'm an Alaskan With black skin Pity the fool, But I can't pity you Maybe time for the pool But can't stop a panic attack When it's happening Dad. Wait for me. Don't leave me with mom Please Please Take it easy The universe doesn't understand Don't Or know But I hope she won't Take him away from me Before I see him again Radiation I hate this X-ray machine A display of hate I'm so mean when I'm hungry Just trying to be as lean as I can be Just want to be happy Just want to be me, and I mean it I see you see me I see you see me, too I see you in me, too I see myself in you, But I'm selfish boo, so unusual So, so cruel Eat a spoonful of Fuck you, dude Watch YouTube to get in the mood I pity the fool But don't pity you You're just shitty And I'm in your living room Wishing to just end it By admission, I didn't risk it all Just to Envy you And I don't And I can't And I won't Have it bad? I don't believe you I can't see through anything with the Steam on my lenses No steam room Stream of consciousness says Get out of bed, From midnight to noon I'm a human I'm dead in the eyes I'm dead serious One minute to write And I'm furious Curious Put me on ice; This is ludachris Losing my life to a human Some bullshit Digital love >< the veldt Discoveries to Discovery (That's Daft Punk) I'm in no hurry; Have a McFlurry If life isn't wonderful Isn't it wonderful Isn't it dumb when you wonder what month it is Isn't this physics Collision of science and violent One tiny violin, silence Displayed as the sermon is read Syrup with bread, or something Guess I'm inbred, but well-read, or something Guess we'll wear red, or something Guess I'm just dead, With no regrets Surfing the internet, or something I'm channel tres Let me express my regrets, Or regression Excersise to exsicion, Expression Express self check out I'm wrecked, Write a check out To bounce Where's Mr. Mau5 I'm still Mr. Mouth, I'm sour Didn't forget where this started but It's been 5 hours and I'm just now feeling the power I got you a flower, Now I'm the man of the hour, Turn the page I'm starting to look my age, I'm Starting to have nice legs, I'm Starting to miss the stage a bit I'm starting to see the deficit to my attention Split the Bill, and fit the picture Simply put, I miss her, I miss him I miss this I miss that— I'm miss América under this hat I'm African American, yeah I'm black— Well, half In the back of the pack With a sandwhich This is a masterpiece Or just an album Or just a - - - Or just a problem Or just another mistake I made I'm starting to look my age, I'm a raisin in the sun Having fun yet? Not without a flat stomach And a gun, To blow my head off, Cause I never got it That's raw, huh? “I'm awesome” “I'm so lost.” I'm an apostle, Paul You got it all wrong; Imposter God with an awful lot of pasta Without any sauce Cause that's got carbs in it.. And I'm made of carbon or something But not for long— $10 an hour? So wrong Get me off this rock. It's always too good to be true It's always too good to be true It's always too good to be true— If you think so It's always too good to be true It's always too good to be true It's always too good to be true— If you think so I'm always too me to be you— Till you need me to; Now there are two in this room, And it's blu in full bloom, I assume, Make some room for me Build a tomb for me, in your womb Don't bury me Burn me instead If I'm worthy “The earth, My creation” —she said. The end. (But it isn't, It's infinite.) Amen

DILLON HART FRANCIS is laying in a lush green meadow, centered in a field of daisies dressed in all white. Though I'm not sure we're meant to be, I'm sure that we could be; Or have been— But that's just me; My memory expands further than the eyes see; You're like me, But likely, Another lesson I need So here I am Rolling in the deep Keeping secrets, Sleeping with my grip Tightly wrapped around the key; A lock that doesn't open, Another thing I don't need; And I don't need you, But I'm thinking that I probably shouldn't think I need a drink— (Of love) Another drink— (Of blood) It's something wonderful, or was A pigeon turned to dove, And then a duck, Right before my eyes I'd be lying if I said I never cried so much Over one Lustful Stunning Something What? You woke me up for nothing I was someone in my dream, And now I'm up, And I'm no one I'm no one, huh But funny, sometimes Why me? I just keep on writing, I just keep on writing I just keep on writing I'm deprived, I'm not alive anymore— No one ever loved me before. He certainly must be dead; he thinks; his bright blue eyes glisten in the light, and as they begin to change, one single daisy stands out to him–unmoving, he stares at it, her petals rustling in the light breeze of the wind, however–they, too, begin to change. He takes a slow, deep breath in, still, however unmoving, as the daisy seemingly begins to dance and glisten; now he seem curious at best, but still unmoved. The daisy begins to flutter and twinkle, dazzling as the light seems to move around it, the meadow fading into a picturesque blur as the flower blooms, now changing color into a swirling array of flashing colors, now emitting a lulling hum– a peaceful and calming lullaby of frequencies and tones, cosmic and otherworldly and yet somehow natural and familiar Dillon becomes flush with bewilderment and awe, as the daisy continues to flash strobing patterns of lights and colors, now opening and growing as its petals stretch out, reaching into a flush and glorious cascade of pure white light–as his eyes widen, he moves slightly towards it; it opens up and swallows him whole. INT. LIVING ROOM. DAY THOMAS WESLEY PENTZ is slightly stunned, still glued to his screen; his good friend DILLON FRANCIS, an actor, has invited him over to watch his newest movie. What the fuck. The daisy returns to its natural state, and a warm wind blows through the sunlit field. FADE TO BLACK. What the fuck did I just see. I swear, you're in the weirdest movies, dude – He turns to his side to see an empty space on the course where Dillon had once been sitting. Dillon? He looks about the room confusedly, then pauses the movie, getting up from the couch and starting to the kitchen. Dillon. Your movie's weird, bro. However, the kitchen is empty. He approaches the counter, where GERALD is placed–he looks awkwardly at the pinata, staring into his eyes before turning it around. Ugh. He departs to search for Dillon in the bathroom. Dillon! Where you at, bro? I paused the movie! He checks the bathroom; also empty. YO! He turns down the hallway, hearing the sound of the shower running– Are you in the shower? No response. I'm not about to come into your shower bro; it's weird and random that you're in the shower when you invited me over to watch your movie. Still, no response. Bro! Again, silence–the shower continues running. Alright…you better not be naked. He steps into the master bedroom, the steam of the hot shower crawling out of the master bathroom and into the bedroom. Are you okay? He winces as he looks into the master bathroom, shower running at full power and the room filled with steam, to the point that even the roof is condensating; a drop of water drips from the ceiling and into his left eye– –fuck– –rubbing his eye, he observes the room to be empty–his friend is nowhere to be found; He is in the house alone. --- It's was incredible magic, even if it was my own—and I didn't exactly know that it was, or at least not surely, as my day had been anything but enjoyable, not that I was allowing myself to be convinced of such—The Secret had at best instilled the fake it till you make it technique of always being “good”, even when you were bad—and that there was no such thing as being bad, even if you were feeling it; and that if you were feeling it, you were just allowing yourself to feel it. Everything is always good all the time no matter what—bad thoughts and feelings were a result of something you were lacking—something you were doing wrong—though, really, there was no wrongdoing, as for the truly practical use of The Secret says that everything that happens is with purpose; the power the awareness of that purpose, and the consistent application of that purpose no matter what action or circumstance. --- Describe this feeling. I don't know. Does it hurt? Kind of. But— But— Did you cry? I didn't cry. Good. I wanted to. Good. There was no way I could finish The 48 Laws of Power and The Art of Seduction, or The 33 Strategies of War by Sunday; but, already knowing the 48 laws of power, I understood that even attending Dillon Francis's show would be an obvious forfeit to whatever game we were playing; it indeed was war, and as my fragile mind psychologically bent and twisted, wondering why it was I couldn't let Dillon out of my hindsight, foresight, or insight for much more than a brief moment; there was something powerful at play if not my own mind, crafting the world into a game which was fixed in my favor. However, this day was odd, with no reason or rhyme—and now I was burning with a new sense; one with which I couldn't do anything, and though far from stalemate my next series of moves would have to be played well in order to peacefully withdraw from the match. It was a different feeling entirely than with Kayla Lauren—and however fickle it may have seemed, it was still some sort of hurt— though, rather than a deep stab wound which pierced through my heart and straight into my soul, instead it was in fact a fire, which burned in my chest and, although in the place where my heart once might have been—an incinerator of panic and frenzy of chaotic, mischievous unrest had welled up inside of me. There she was— I assumed, the blockage I had sensed admirably, having prayed for peace and happiness, However—it was clear that in all the nonsense I had indeed become attached and outright infatuated with the idea of obsessively wanting Dillon Francis, which had, admítedly halted the overall creative action in anything including him in The Festival Project, and though there were still subtle hints of things maybe even going my way—I had to find something, anything that would help me cling to rational, stable thoughts. I had, after all—just wanted a [expletive]—and now with any luck or without any grief I could find one, without having the image of his face or his eyes burned into my mind. I had a healthy denial of having fallen in love with him; after Sonny, there was no love—and there certainly wasn't any falling into it, especially not with Dillon Francis. Now I had to do everything I could to at least rid myself in the very least of everything I had written of him, I was looking forward to somehow disbanding the account and all things associated with it, as I was sure any monitors, trackers, or hacks were to be through there, and—as things seemed to have gotten serious in one way or another, with the “demon” coughs still following me everywhere I went, mostly possessing the bodies of white, skinny women—I couldn't trust that whatever was being done was being done to anyone but SupaCree—as no one yet even knew my true new name, besides the social security administration, and I had long since gathered that it it was indeed my own United States government trying to kill me, or rather, have me kill myself—they had by now realized I was more of a valuable asset to keep around in some way, if not just for my intellectual rarity alone. The fact was, I wanted but not needed Dillon Francis—and as painful as it was to simply subsist in medocrity and corporate slavery, I knew myself to be powerful enough at least on my own to be constantly stalked, watched, and followed—and by Some standards or whatever other interests, I was valuable enough for consideration, but also replaceable enough to be let go. I had nothing else to live for, and so cared less either way, but having the weight of The Great Big Book Of Dillon Francis off my shoulders would at least allow whatever would take place thereafter to be duty-free. She was long and frail looking, at least by the arms and the hands, and the shot was perfect enough that I could only know one thing about her, even watching the video multiple times. I didn't know why I was there, but something was scratching and gripping at me to look, and so I did—and to my atrocious delight, there was a woman beside him—stuffing the innards of a double double with hot fries—the kind I used to like: I was at least glad it didn't show her biting Into the mess, but I had already seen Kayla Lauren do so, minus the hot fries, in her very own In-N-Out commercial; this, however wsd just a hand model—a demon dressed as a woman showing off what she could do that I couldn't—and Dillon unremarkably making a statement, as if to say without saying “things I can do with her.” The next slide, however, took and shook me, prompting me to realize I would have to change all of the names in my upcoming would-be novel, had I ever the time to finish it—of the means to put a middle or end to it, as it just seemed ever-never-ending. [EDIT] The dog in the photo nearly distracted me from essentially the most shocking thing I could have ever fathomed seeing on Instagram, and actually rocked me at the core; nearly vomiting with excitement or confusion, neither of which I could place, and setting the aforementioned fire with a gaseous fume—I played the story over in a fit of rage, and for the next few hours I would come to again question my own being and existence, unable to place my feelings but however, fully aware of them, unable to understand what they exactly were and why they were there. Now, I had probably another album underfoot, and though I was as wordless as ever, there was something to be said about the fit of fury and rage that was inescapable, the tears I had been able to hold back in the early morning hours that same day finally pouring out, as now I was certainly again in the grips of deep growing pains, none of which were wanted or needed, nor was I ready for. It was a dangerous, disastrous love—or something enough like it to be equally as painful and destructive. Everyone had a Kayla Lauren, and here I was, trapped in a body too big and too black to be cared for in the way I had only ever wanted or needed; at least by anyone I was actually drawn to, which was in itself a rarity. Hell indeed hath no fury. Auto-Magic Don't stop me now Uh I'm on auto-Matic Auto-matic Auto-matic Auto-matic Daddy's home Yo— I gota boner Or bone in my body to roam I'm going rio-to roam. You do not know me I am not lonely, But no beef with my rice-aroni, No cheese Oh please don't need me I was just sleeping I am the king of kings You see me, Jesus? He be calling on me We don't sleep Where are you mr mau5 They call me mr mouth They call me mr mouth I'm here to eat you O-o-o-o-out The limit is 5; Times it by 9 Now that's a new paradigm, I blend it up with lime A Diamond Now you are mine; I am your mind I am time Bruh. I like what I like I have to hype you up, You have to buy me Blimey, my— you're suicidy. Fuck. Grow up. I just opened up a notebook, Now I'm shook, Don't look And don't look me up, I'm a muffin, Crunchy, But no nuts What? Shut up. Bruh. Oh. It's you again. I think I'm in love with Being In love with Being in love I think I'm in love with Being in love with Being in love I think I'm in love with Being in love with Being in love I think I'm in love with Love with Love with Love with— Being with— Love Love is Love is Love is Being in Love is Love is Love is Being with Love js Love js Love is Being in Love is Love is Love js Being—- Love Is In You Oh. Diplo & SIDEPEICE on your mind Sometimes I Try a little harder Do a little more Work a little longer Thinking of you I —- One day I'll be perfect One day I'll be famous One day I'll be a shining star You'll wish upon me; But I'm far away now, I'm far away now “One day I'll be pretty”, she said ‘One day you'll be with me', she thinks One day there will be no secrets, or regrets But that's far away now, Far away now Here we go Alright, alright You all strapped in? I'll be here all night, all night One day I'll be famous, Nameless said I'm saying grace at picnic tables Lady Faith ain't reading fables I think I'm disabled, maybe Run like a horse out the stable This is unstable This is unhealthy This is unwritten; This is a fairly tale! Very well, Very well written Hot as hell isn't it? Isn't it intermission yet? I'm still on a mission; I still haven't read the texts I'm still sitting in smitten, Drifting, but I haven't driven in centuries Sifting and lifting my misery into Ascension This my invention: I need invitations for Satan's epiphany What it is? Skinny as Whitney, Stiff as a skeleton No more jello-or gelatin Animal product again— Hey this is my agent, or management; Animal planet isn't as infinite as history channel If I wear a flannel to funural Call it a habit or programming— Haven't I had it? Goddammit, my dad is just Random I miss him I can't take advantage I'm packing my bags for the promised land Plane hasn't landed yet I just made management Damaged like can in the back of a What the fuck is that thing? What? What is THAT? A semi truck. What's it for? Uh… Sometimes God asks questions I can't answer I gotta get to Alaska I think I'm crashing rapidly Yeah, I'd eat a can on spam for my dad I'm having a panic attack But I'm laughing out loud Cause the law of attraction says Disaster is A product of imagination— And mine is bigger than Disney's If you're gonna miss me, Admit it Cause I'm disappearing I mean it I gotta get to Alaska I gotta get to Alaska I gotta get to Alaska A flatline Can't be Gotta get back on time Gotta sing like Whitney Shit you not I'm not kidding This shit has got to be Offa my rocker Or rocking chair Dad, I'm a rockstar I'll be right there A delayed reaction A trap; A plan to get me back to alaska “I'm a trash can” I'm a beautiful black man Man, This is savage, I can't handle this madness Where's my man Where's my mantras? I am a Grammy winner I am an Oscar winner I am an Emmy Winner I am a Tony winner Blow me Get below me You owe me You don't own me I'm the only one who knows me Okay I'll eat banana cream pie Just don't die on me Just don't lie Like there's no time Please believe me The only Interaction with Jesus I need Is pleading Please don't leave me hanging, dang I'm on my way Don't hate me for praying Don't hate me Hey, Don't take this the wrong way I only changed my name To get away from A murderer I'm sorry It's all my mistakes I— I'm wasting away I'm wasting away I'm wasting my days procrastinating And eating cupcakes I'm a size 4 I'm adorable, But what will I do with these legs Eggs and bacon Any day of the week And some pancakes, please Anything for my daddy Anything Underwater plays on the radio station I'm an over eater, but not lately Haven't been sleeping Haven't been playing the game that I made up I'm an alien No, I'm an Alaskan With black skin Pity the fool, But I can't pity you Maybe time for the pool But can't stop a panic attack When it's happening Dad. Wait for me. Don't leave me with mom Please Please Take it easy The universe doesn't understand Don't Or know But I hope she won't Take him away from me Before I see him again Radiation I hate this X-ray machine A display of hate I'm so mean when I'm hungry Just trying to be as lean as I can be Just want to be happy Just want to be me, and I mean it I see you see me I see you see me, too I see you in me, too I see myself in you, But I'm selfish boo, so unusual So, so cruel Eat a spoonful of Fuck you, dude Watch YouTube to get in the mood I pity the fool But don't pity you You're just shitty And I'm in your living room Wishing to just end it By admission, I didn't risk it all Just to Envy you And I don't And I can't And I won't Have it bad? I don't believe you I can't see through anything with the Steam on my lenses No steam room Stream of consciousness says Get out of bed, From midnight to noon I'm a human I'm dead in the eyes I'm dead serious One minute to write And I'm furious Curious Put me on ice; This is ludachris Losing my life to a human Some bullshit Digital love >< the veldt Discoveries to Discovery (That's Daft Punk) I'm in no hurry; Have a McFlurry If life isn't wonderful Isn't it wonderful Isn't it dumb when you wonder what month it is Isn't this physics Collision of science and violent One tiny violin, silence Displayed as the sermon is read Syrup with bread, or something Guess I'm inbred, but well-read, or something Guess we'll wear red, or something Guess I'm just dead, With no regrets Surfing the internet, or something I'm channel tres Let me express my regrets, Or regression Excersise to exsicion, Expression Express self check out I'm wrecked, Write a check out To bounce Where's Mr. Mau5 I'm still Mr. Mouth, I'm sour Didn't forget where this started but It's been 5 hours and I'm just now feeling the power I got you a flower, Now I'm the man of the hour, Turn the page I'm starting to look my age, I'm Starting to have nice legs, I'm Starting to miss the stage a bit I'm starting to see the deficit to my attention Split the Bill, and fit the picture Simply put, I miss her, I miss him I miss this I miss that— I'm miss América under this hat I'm African American, yeah I'm black— Well, half In the back of the pack With a sandwhich This is a masterpiece Or just an album Or just a - - - Or just a problem Or just another mistake I made I'm starting to look my age, I'm a raisin in the sun Having fun yet? Not without a flat stomach And a gun, To blow my head off, Cause I never got it That's raw, huh? “I'm awesome” “I'm so lost.” I'm an apostle, Paul You got it all wrong; Imposter God with an awful lot of pasta Without any sauce Cause that's got carbs in it.. And I'm made of carbon or something But not for long— $10 an hour? So wrong Get me off this rock. It's always too good to be true It's always too good to be true It's always too good to be true— If you think so It's always too good to be true It's always too good to be true It's always too good to be true— If you think so I'm always too me to be you— Till you need me to; Now there are two in this room, And it's blu in full bloom, I assume, Make some room for me Build a tomb for me, in your womb Don't bury me Burn me instead If I'm worthy “The earth, My creation” —she said. The end. (But it isn't, It's infinite.) Amen

DILLON HART FRANCIS is laying in a lush green meadow, centered in a field of daisies dressed in all white. Though I'm not sure we're meant to be, I'm sure that we could be; Or have been— But that's just me; My memory expands further than the eyes see; You're like me, But likely, Another lesson I need So here I am Rolling in the deep Keeping secrets, Sleeping with my grip Tightly wrapped around the key; A lock that doesn't open, Another thing I don't need; And I don't need you, But I'm thinking that I probably shouldn't think I need a drink— (Of love) Another drink— (Of blood) It's something wonderful, or was A pigeon turned to dove, And then a duck, Right before my eyes I'd be lying if I said I never cried so much Over one Lustful Stunning Something What? You woke me up for nothing I was someone in my dream, And now I'm up, And I'm no one I'm no one, huh But funny, sometimes Why me? I just keep on writing, I just keep on writing I just keep on writing I'm deprived, I'm not alive anymore— No one ever loved me before. He certainly must be dead; he thinks; his bright blue eyes glisten in the light, and as they begin to change, one single daisy stands out to him–unmoving, he stares at it, her petals rustling in the light breeze of the wind, however–they, too, begin to change. He takes a slow, deep breath in, still, however unmoving, as the daisy seemingly begins to dance and glisten; now he seem curious at best, but still unmoved. The daisy begins to flutter and twinkle, dazzling as the light seems to move around it, the meadow fading into a picturesque blur as the flower blooms, now changing color into a swirling array of flashing colors, now emitting a lulling hum– a peaceful and calming lullaby of frequencies and tones, cosmic and otherworldly and yet somehow natural and familiar Dillon becomes flush with bewilderment and awe, as the daisy continues to flash strobing patterns of lights and colors, now opening and growing as its petals stretch out, reaching into a flush and glorious cascade of pure white light–as his eyes widen, he moves slightly towards it; it opens up and swallows him whole. INT. LIVING ROOM. DAY THOMAS WESLEY PENTZ is slightly stunned, still glued to his screen; his good friend DILLON FRANCIS, an actor, has invited him over to watch his newest movie. What the fuck. The daisy returns to its natural state, and a warm wind blows through the sunlit field. FADE TO BLACK. What the fuck did I just see. I swear, you're in the weirdest movies, dude – He turns to his side to see an empty space on the course where Dillon had once been sitting. Dillon? He looks about the room confusedly, then pauses the movie, getting up from the couch and starting to the kitchen. Dillon. Your movie's weird, bro. However, the kitchen is empty. He approaches the counter, where GERALD is placed–he looks awkwardly at the pinata, staring into his eyes before turning it around. Ugh. He departs to search for Dillon in the bathroom. Dillon! Where you at, bro? I paused the movie! He checks the bathroom; also empty. YO! He turns down the hallway, hearing the sound of the shower running– Are you in the shower? No response. I'm not about to come into your shower bro; it's weird and random that you're in the shower when you invited me over to watch your movie. Still, no response. Bro! Again, silence–the shower continues running. Alright…you better not be naked. He steps into the master bedroom, the steam of the hot shower crawling out of the master bathroom and into the bedroom. Are you okay? He winces as he looks into the master bathroom, shower running at full power and the room filled with steam, to the point that even the roof is condensating; a drop of water drips from the ceiling and into his left eye– –fuck– –rubbing his eye, he observes the room to be empty–his friend is nowhere to be found; He is in the house alone. --- It's was incredible magic, even if it was my own—and I didn't exactly know that it was, or at least not surely, as my day had been anything but enjoyable, not that I was allowing myself to be convinced of such—The Secret had at best instilled the fake it till you make it technique of always being “good”, even when you were bad—and that there was no such thing as being bad, even if you were feeling it; and that if you were feeling it, you were just allowing yourself to feel it. Everything is always good all the time no matter what—bad thoughts and feelings were a result of something you were lacking—something you were doing wrong—though, really, there was no wrongdoing, as for the truly practical use of The Secret says that everything that happens is with purpose; the power the awareness of that purpose, and the consistent application of that purpose no matter what action or circumstance. --- Describe this feeling. I don't know. Does it hurt? Kind of. But— But— Did you cry? I didn't cry. Good. I wanted to. Good. There was no way I could finish The 48 Laws of Power and The Art of Seduction, or The 33 Strategies of War by Sunday; but, already knowing the 48 laws of power, I understood that even attending Dillon Francis's show would be an obvious forfeit to whatever game we were playing; it indeed was war, and as my fragile mind psychologically bent and twisted, wondering why it was I couldn't let Dillon out of my hindsight, foresight, or insight for much more than a brief moment; there was something powerful at play if not my own mind, crafting the world into a game which was fixed in my favor. However, this day was odd, with no reason or rhyme—and now I was burning with a new sense; one with which I couldn't do anything, and though far from stalemate my next series of moves would have to be played well in order to peacefully withdraw from the match. It was a different feeling entirely than with Kayla Lauren—and however fickle it may have seemed, it was still some sort of hurt— though, rather than a deep stab wound which pierced through my heart and straight into my soul, instead it was in fact a fire, which burned in my chest and, although in the place where my heart once might have been—an incinerator of panic and frenzy of chaotic, mischievous unrest had welled up inside of me. There she was— I assumed, the blockage I had sensed admirably, having prayed for peace and happiness, However—it was clear that in all the nonsense I had indeed become attached and outright infatuated with the idea of obsessively wanting Dillon Francis, which had, admítedly halted the overall creative action in anything including him in The Festival Project, and though there were still subtle hints of things maybe even going my way—I had to find something, anything that would help me cling to rational, stable thoughts. I had, after all—just wanted a [expletive]—and now with any luck or without any grief I could find one, without having the image of his face or his eyes burned into my mind. I had a healthy denial of having fallen in love with him; after Sonny, there was no love—and there certainly wasn't any falling into it, especially not with Dillon Francis. Now I had to do everything I could to at least rid myself in the very least of everything I had written of him, I was looking forward to somehow disbanding the account and all things associated with it, as I was sure any monitors, trackers, or hacks were to be through there, and—as things seemed to have gotten serious in one way or another, with the “demon” coughs still following me everywhere I went, mostly possessing the bodies of white, skinny women—I couldn't trust that whatever was being done was being done to anyone but SupaCree—as no one yet even knew my true new name, besides the social security administration, and I had long since gathered that it it was indeed my own United States government trying to kill me, or rather, have me kill myself—they had by now realized I was more of a valuable asset to keep around in some way, if not just for my intellectual rarity alone. The fact was, I wanted but not needed Dillon Francis—and as painful as it was to simply subsist in medocrity and corporate slavery, I knew myself to be powerful enough at least on my own to be constantly stalked, watched, and followed—and by Some standards or whatever other interests, I was valuable enough for consideration, but also replaceable enough to be let go. I had nothing else to live for, and so cared less either way, but having the weight of The Great Big Book Of Dillon Francis off my shoulders would at least allow whatever would take place thereafter to be duty-free. She was long and frail looking, at least by the arms and the hands, and the shot was perfect enough that I could only know one thing about her, even watching the video multiple times. I didn't know why I was there, but something was scratching and gripping at me to look, and so I did—and to my atrocious delight, there was a woman beside him—stuffing the innards of a double double with hot fries—the kind I used to like: I was at least glad it didn't show her biting Into the mess, but I had already seen Kayla Lauren do so, minus the hot fries, in her very own In-N-Out commercial; this, however wsd just a hand model—a demon dressed as a woman showing off what she could do that I couldn't—and Dillon unremarkably making a statement, as if to say without saying “things I can do with her.” The next slide, however, took and shook me, prompting me to realize I would have to change all of the names in my upcoming would-be novel, had I ever the time to finish it—of the means to put a middle or end to it, as it just seemed ever-never-ending. [EDIT] The dog in the photo nearly distracted me from essentially the most shocking thing I could have ever fathomed seeing on Instagram, and actually rocked me at the core; nearly vomiting with excitement or confusion, neither of which I could place, and setting the aforementioned fire with a gaseous fume—I played the story over in a fit of rage, and for the next few hours I would come to again question my own being and existence, unable to place my feelings but however, fully aware of them, unable to understand what they exactly were and why they were there. Now, I had probably another album underfoot, and though I was as wordless as ever, there was something to be said about the fit of fury and rage that was inescapable, the tears I had been able to hold back in the early morning hours that same day finally pouring out, as now I was certainly again in the grips of deep growing pains, none of which were wanted or needed, nor was I ready for. It was a dangerous, disastrous love—or something enough like it to be equally as painful and destructive. Everyone had a Kayla Lauren, and here I was, trapped in a body too big and too black to be cared for in the way I had only ever wanted or needed; at least by anyone I was actually drawn to, which was in itself a rarity. Hell indeed hath no fury. Auto-Magic Don't stop me now Uh I'm on auto-Matic Auto-matic Auto-matic Auto-matic Daddy's home Yo— I gota boner Or bone in my body to roam I'm going rio-to roam. You do not know me I am not lonely, But no beef with my rice-aroni, No cheese Oh please don't need me I was just sleeping I am the king of kings You see me, Jesus? He be calling on me We don't sleep Where are you mr mau5 They call me mr mouth They call me mr mouth I'm here to eat you O-o-o-o-out The limit is 5; Times it by 9 Now that's a new paradigm, I blend it up with lime A Diamond Now you are mine; I am your mind I am time Bruh. I like what I like I have to hype you up, You have to buy me Blimey, my— you're suicidy. Fuck. Grow up. I just opened up a notebook, Now I'm shook, Don't look And don't look me up, I'm a muffin, Crunchy, But no nuts What? Shut up. Bruh. Oh. It's you again. I think I'm in love with Being In love with Being in love I think I'm in love with Being in love with Being in love I think I'm in love with Being in love with Being in love I think I'm in love with Love with Love with Love with— Being with— Love Love is Love is Love is Being in Love is Love is Love is Being with Love js Love js Love is Being in Love is Love is Love js Being—- Love Is In You Oh. Diplo & SIDEPEICE on your mind Sometimes I Try a little harder Do a little more Work a little longer Thinking of you I —- One day I'll be perfect One day I'll be famous One day I'll be a shining star You'll wish upon me; But I'm far away now, I'm far away now “One day I'll be pretty”, she said ‘One day you'll be with me', she thinks One day there will be no secrets, or regrets But that's far away now, Far away now Here we go Alright, alright You all strapped in? I'll be here all night, all night One day I'll be famous, Nameless said I'm saying grace at picnic tables Lady Faith ain't reading fables I think I'm disabled, maybe Run like a horse out the stable This is unstable This is unhealthy This is unwritten; This is a fairly tale! Very well, Very well written Hot as hell isn't it? Isn't it intermission yet? I'm still on a mission; I still haven't read the texts I'm still sitting in smitten, Drifting, but I haven't driven in centuries Sifting and lifting my misery into Ascension This my invention: I need invitations for Satan's epiphany What it is? Skinny as Whitney, Stiff as a skeleton No more jello-or gelatin Animal product again— Hey this is my agent, or management; Animal planet isn't as infinite as history channel If I wear a flannel to funural Call it a habit or programming— Haven't I had it? Goddammit, my dad is just Random I miss him I can't take advantage I'm packing my bags for the promised land Plane hasn't landed yet I just made management Damaged like can in the back of a What the fuck is that thing? What? What is THAT? A semi truck. What's it for? Uh… Sometimes God asks questions I can't answer I gotta get to Alaska I think I'm crashing rapidly Yeah, I'd eat a can on spam for my dad I'm having a panic attack But I'm laughing out loud Cause the law of attraction says Disaster is A product of imagination— And mine is bigger than Disney's If you're gonna miss me, Admit it Cause I'm disappearing I mean it I gotta get to Alaska I gotta get to Alaska I gotta get to Alaska A flatline Can't be Gotta get back on time Gotta sing like Whitney Shit you not I'm not kidding This shit has got to be Offa my rocker Or rocking chair Dad, I'm a rockstar I'll be right there A delayed reaction A trap; A plan to get me back to alaska “I'm a trash can” I'm a beautiful black man Man, This is savage, I can't handle this madness Where's my man Where's my mantras? I am a Grammy winner I am an Oscar winner I am an Emmy Winner I am a Tony winner Blow me Get below me You owe me You don't own me I'm the only one who knows me Okay I'll eat banana cream pie Just don't die on me Just don't lie Like there's no time Please believe me The only Interaction with Jesus I need Is pleading Please don't leave me hanging, dang I'm on my way Don't hate me for praying Don't hate me Hey, Don't take this the wrong way I only changed my name To get away from A murderer I'm sorry It's all my mistakes I— I'm wasting away I'm wasting away I'm wasting my days procrastinating And eating cupcakes I'm a size 4 I'm adorable, But what will I do with these legs Eggs and bacon Any day of the week And some pancakes, please Anything for my daddy Anything Underwater plays on the radio station I'm an over eater, but not lately Haven't been sleeping Haven't been playing the game that I made up I'm an alien No, I'm an Alaskan With black skin Pity the fool, But I can't pity you Maybe time for the pool But can't stop a panic attack When it's happening Dad. Wait for me. Don't leave me with mom Please Please Take it easy The universe doesn't understand Don't Or know But I hope she won't Take him away from me Before I see him again Radiation I hate this X-ray machine A display of hate I'm so mean when I'm hungry Just trying to be as lean as I can be Just want to be happy Just want to be me, and I mean it I see you see me I see you see me, too I see you in me, too I see myself in you, But I'm selfish boo, so unusual So, so cruel Eat a spoonful of Fuck you, dude Watch YouTube to get in the mood I pity the fool But don't pity you You're just shitty And I'm in your living room Wishing to just end it By admission, I didn't risk it all Just to Envy you And I don't And I can't And I won't Have it bad? I don't believe you I can't see through anything with the Steam on my lenses No steam room Stream of consciousness says Get out of bed, From midnight to noon I'm a human I'm dead in the eyes I'm dead serious One minute to write And I'm furious Curious Put me on ice; This is ludachris Losing my life to a human Some bullshit Digital love >< the veldt Discoveries to Discovery (That's Daft Punk) I'm in no hurry; Have a McFlurry If life isn't wonderful Isn't it wonderful Isn't it dumb when you wonder what month it is Isn't this physics Collision of science and violent One tiny violin, silence Displayed as the sermon is read Syrup with bread, or something Guess I'm inbred, but well-read, or something Guess we'll wear red, or something Guess I'm just dead, With no regrets Surfing the internet, or something I'm channel tres Let me express my regrets, Or regression Excersise to exsicion, Expression Express self check out I'm wrecked, Write a check out To bounce Where's Mr. Mau5 I'm still Mr. Mouth, I'm sour Didn't forget where this started but It's been 5 hours and I'm just now feeling the power I got you a flower, Now I'm the man of the hour, Turn the page I'm starting to look my age, I'm Starting to have nice legs, I'm Starting to miss the stage a bit I'm starting to see the deficit to my attention Split the Bill, and fit the picture Simply put, I miss her, I miss him I miss this I miss that— I'm miss América under this hat I'm African American, yeah I'm black— Well, half In the back of the pack With a sandwhich This is a masterpiece Or just an album Or just a - - - Or just a problem Or just another mistake I made I'm starting to look my age, I'm a raisin in the sun Having fun yet? Not without a flat stomach And a gun, To blow my head off, Cause I never got it That's raw, huh? “I'm awesome” “I'm so lost.” I'm an apostle, Paul You got it all wrong; Imposter God with an awful lot of pasta Without any sauce Cause that's got carbs in it.. And I'm made of carbon or something But not for long— $10 an hour? So wrong Get me off this rock. It's always too good to be true It's always too good to be true It's always too good to be true— If you think so It's always too good to be true It's always too good to be true It's always too good to be true— If you think so I'm always too me to be you— Till you need me to; Now there are two in this room, And it's blu in full bloom, I assume, Make some room for me Build a tomb for me, in your womb Don't bury me Burn me instead If I'm worthy “The earth, My creation” —she said. The end. (But it isn't, It's infinite.) Amen

El Morya's Temple of Good Will is open from May 15th - June 14th this year. *  “Step off the dock of what is known into the deep still waters of the unknown in an ultimate act of trust” El Morya – Chohan of the Blue Ray. The 1st Ray is the power of the Divine Masculine. It helps you to be brave. It brings strength to the Love of the Divine Feminine. This meditation gives you an opportunity to saturate in the Blue Ray of Omnipotence, protection, faith, courage, bravery, decision, self-reliance, surrender, and the will of God through the power of the Father. Archangel Michael and Lady Faith are the Archangels of the 1st Ray, the Blue Ray.   The perfect combination of the Archangels radiating the Blue Flame and Michael Gayle playing the blues completes this soulful meditation. Open your heart and soak it in. The Blue Ray Blues was played by Michael Gayle.  You can listen to more of his music at https://michaelgayleguitar.com/ *The function of this temple in the etheric realms above Darjeeling, India, is the Will of God.  The promotion of the highest type of national and world government, and international brotherhood, based on the raising of the standards of the individual and the nation to a Godly estate.  

From prison to pastor! We sit down with Pastor Tommy Cota take a dive into his story and how God reached him when he was at the lowest. Tommy takes us through the heart change and the people God used to for his salvation. Follow Pastor Nate:Website: nateholdridge.comInstagram: @nateholdridgeChurch: calvary.com

We need to have strong faith right now. We are in a time of great upheaval, uncertainty and change. Without faith, our thoughts can easily move into fear.  In this meditation, Jennifer shares a simple, yet powerful tool that she uses in moments of fear to empower her faith with Archangel Michael and Lady Faith. "I believe in the all conquering power of God within me.  My faith is strong." The music behind this meditation was played by Jennifer.  Gambella (Freedom Trail) is on her Worthy CD.  You can find most of Jennifer's music on Spotify,  Apple Music. or Patreon.com/JenniferandMichael If you'd like to receive an email every time there's a new episode or just keep in touch with what Jennifer's doing, sign up here. https://angelsofabundanceascensionacademy.com/morning-light-meditations/ If this podcast supports you spiritually, please consider fueling it with your financial support.  Any amount is appreciated. https://Patreon.com/JenniferandMichael

01. Intro 02. Dragonette, Sunnery James & Ryan Marciano, Cat Dealers feat. Bruno Martini - Summer Thing (Kryder Remix) 03. Cosmic Gate & Diana Miro - Nothing To Hide 04. Armin van Buuren & AVIRA - Sirius 05. Andrea Crocicchia - Don't Mind 06. Wiwek - Periphery 07. Age Of Love - The Age Of Love (Charlotte de Witte & Enrico Sangiuliano Remix) 08. Boris Foong - Equilibrium 09. Rub!k - U Got Me10. Veracocha - Carte Blanche (ilan Bluestone Remix)  11. Tritonal feat. Fisher - Slave (Sunny Lax Remix) 12. AVAO - Dark Energy 13. MaRLo - Hoogenbanger 14. Maddix - Acid Soul 15. Will Sparks - Techno Viking 16. Seven Lions - Cusp [Throwback of the Week] 17. Blasterjaxx - Hard Rave Hour Two18. AXMO - The Jungle 19. Bass Modulators - Bass Ex Machina 20. D-Block & S-te-Fan - Gate Of Paradise 21. The Elite - A Thousand Journey's 22. Lady Faith feat. Szen - Summer 23. Last Of Us - High (feat. MERYLL) 24. Da Tweekaz - Speechless (Disney Tool) 25. Avi8 - Burn Down 26. Da Tweekaz feat. Oesch's die Dritten - Ich schenk' Dir einen Jodler27. Adrenalize & Demi Kanon - Silhouette 28. Xense - Up In The Clouds (Jay Reeve Remix) 29. Dr Rude - Hypnotized 30. Hard Driver feat. Carola - Get Up And Dance 31. Primeshock & Villian - Fitness Move (Warrior Workout OST) 32. TNT - Reverse The Bass 33. Atmozfears & Sound Rush - Come Back Home [Track of the Week] 34. Sub Zero Project & E-Life - BASE Stay Connectedtwitch.tv/joe_zez_mixcloud.com/joe_zezinstagram.com/joe_zezsoundcloud.com/joe_zez

All the best hard dance in the world.... Tracklist 1. Primeshock - Rewind 2. Maddix - Receive life 3. MADGRRL & Water spirit - DNA 4. TNT x Rudedeejay - The Music is Moving 5. Diplo & Sidepeice - On My Mind (AR-15 Bootleg) 6. D-Block & S-Te-Fan - Taking Off (DJ Isaac Remix) 7. Scaarz - Say It 8. Lady Faith ft. Mary Sweetspeak - In My Mind 9. Toy Soldierz - Hunted 10. Maxtreme - In My Head 11. Quickdrop - This Love 12. Hartshorn ft. Giin - Wind Me Up 13. Olly P - Take Me Back 14. Jakka-B & Tatsunoshin - Someone to Forget 15. Kinn - Take On The World 16. Sub Focus - Timewarp (Dimension Remix) 17. Digital Commandos - Coming Non Stop 18. Vertex - Radiance Kontrast Spotify Playlist; https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1mTvFtXb4ZdKimqFMVgPiK?si=850b6de3565f46c6

Ready to get funky? Primeshock brings you Powermode Episode 43, which is gonna make you move for certain! By dropping their track Cha Cha Slide, which was part of Power Hour The Movie, this mix is a must-listen for energy junkies like you. Turn up your volume and let your feet slide from left to right, this is #PWM43... Switch into Powermode! #PWM43 | Powermode - Presented by Primeshock Energy, power, entertainment; keywords that describe Primeshock on their way to the top. Devouring the Hard Dance scene with a flood of energy, their shockwave is expanding at the speed of sound! Primeshock delivers crazy powerful sets that will pump up crowds and blow up stages. In addition they represent the best Hardstyle in their monthly Powermode Podcast, broadcasted at Q-dance Radio. Primeshock is ready to take over the world of Hardstyle with their energy, positive vibes and powerful music. Switch into Powermode! ⚡ ▼ Follow Primeshock: http://www.primeshocklive.com http://www.primeshocklive.com/instagram http://www.primeshocklive.com/facebook http://www.primeshocklive.com/spotify http://www.primeshocklive.com/youtube http://www.primeshocklive.com/soundcloud http://www.primeshocklive.com/mixcloud http://www.primeshocklive.com/twitter ♫ Follow the 'Powermode Hardstyle Playlist' on Spotify!  http://www.primeshocklive.com/powermode-spotify ⏵ Join the 'Primeshock | Plugged In' server on Discord! www.primeshocklive.com/discord Tracklist: 00. Powermode intro (00:00:00) 01. Gostosa - Sutra (00:00:29) 02. Brennan Heart - Light The Fire (2011 Mix) (00:04:16) 03. Showtek & Sevenn - Pum Pum (Da Tweekaz Remix) (00:07:04) 04. Audiotricz - Enlightenment (00:09:57) 05. Davide Sonar - My World (00:12:21) 06. Showtek - Loco (00:14:24) 07. Frontliner - Summer (00:15:34) 08. Ti-Mo - Stay (Da Tweekaz Remix) (00:17:07) 09. Technoboy - Put Some Grace (In Your Face Mix) (00:20:05) 10. Envine & Stormerz - Wild & Free (00:21:32) 11. Wildstylez & Ran-D - Future Shock (00:23:00) 12. Headhunterz - Doomed (Cyber Climax Edit) (00:26:00) 13. D-Block & S-te-Fan - Diamond Hearts (00:29:02) 14. Donkey Rollers - The Donkey Show (00:32:02) 15. TNT vs Kutski - Sucksess (00:34:49) 16. Headhunterz - Speakafreak (00:37:51) 17. Noisecontrollers & Sephyx ft. Diandra Faye - Youngblood - (Luvenī) (00:39:21) 18. Primeshock - Cha Cha Slide (00:42:47) 19. Klonez vs Busho - Wreak Havoc (Alphaverb Re-venge Mix) (00:44:44) 20. KELTEK & Devin Wild ft. Diandra Faye - Creature (00:47:26) 21. Antergy - The End (00:50:20) 22. Lady Faith ft. Mary Sweet - Speak My Mind (00:51:57) 23. Ran-D & Redixx - No Cure (00:52:53) 24. Dj Thera vs Geck-o - Help Help (Geck-o Hi-Tech Mix) (00:57:09)

01. Intro 02. Steve James & Morgan Page feat. Brooke Tomlinson - Like I Do (Zookëper Remix) 03. Justflow - My Sound 04. Taylor Torrence feat. Natalie Major - If We Say Goodbye (Steve Brian Remix) 05. ilan Bluestone feat. EL Waves - Tonight 06. Blasterjaxx - Our World (ft. Daniele Sorrentino) 07. Ashley Wallbridge - Beautiful Lies (ft. Dean Chalmers) 08. DGoh - Eternal 09. LKX - Kirin 10. Bombs Away - Love Magic (Mike Rivera Remix) 11. John O'Callaghan feat. Audrey Gallagher - Big Sky (Andrew Rayel Remix) 12. Andy Moor, Somna & Linney - More Than Love (Craig Connelly Remix) 13. Solarstone - Seven Cities (Ferry Tayle Remix) 14. Last Soldier & Vahid Ghandizadeh - Unveil [Track of the Week] 15. Adam Taylor - Paradise Found 16. Steve Dekay - Epic 17. Simon Patterson - Beyond Hour Two 18. Ryptox - Supa Dupa Fly 19. Brennan Heart - MF Real 20. Horyzon - Beyond 21. Aria - Waiting For Fire 22. D-Block & S-te-Fan - Diamond Hearts 23. Phuture Noize - maniac. 24. Dark Oscillators - Nero [Throwback of the Week] 25. D-Charged - Unlimited 26. Ecstatic & Serzo - Night Alive (ft. rainage) 27. Aftershock - Rise Of The Machines 28. RVAGE - Swear Dream 29. Lady Faith feat. Mary Sweet - Speak My Mind 30. Adaro & Vertile - Walk With Me 31. Myst - MYTH 32. Luminite - Be Myself 33. Promo - Thunderstorm (Then Mix) Stay Connectedtwitch.tv/joe_zez_mixcloud.com/joe_zezinstagram.com/joe_zezsoundcloud.com/joe_zez

Get out of fear now. When you stop trusting Spirit the result is fear. This meditation will help you let go of whatever fear you may be in and surrender into total trust. Archangel Michael and Lady Faith and the Blue Flame of Faith will be assisting you. “When you put yourself into a state of total trust, the universe responds and starts providing immediately.”  Adama – High Priest of Telos The music behind this meditation is called I AM with you by Jennifer. You can find most of Jennifer’s music on Spotify or Apple Music Listen to more Morning Light Meditations here. https://angelsofabundanceascensionacademy.com/morning-light-meditations/ If this podcast supports you spiritually, please consider fueling it with your financial support.  Any amount is appreciated. https://Patreon.com/JenniferandMichael  

Leo Corson, talent agent and founder of the Corson Agency, has spent the vast majority of his life representing premiere talent in electronic dance music. Working for agencies such as Circle Talent Agency has lead to the curation of the Corson Agency, one of the largest independent/boutique agencies for electronic dance music representing some of the largest names in Hard Dance and Bass Music such as Virtual Riot, Lil Texas, Lady Faith, and many more. Over one - hundred artists from all corners of the world have found their home at the Corson Agency for US representation. To learn more visit: https://corsonagency.com/

Music: Geneziz, Brie & Leah - Happy Holidays! Alyssa Wade, Jaye Bridges & Huggy - Have A Merry Christmas! Immortality, Lady Faith, Taeboy & Balliztik - Go! Living Proof - Spotlight! Jaye Bridges - Painful! PNola - Dreamkillas! Zion Da Voice & I Am Jarrel - Wait 4 U! Shekina & Glory - Waiting! RJ Exclusive - He's Watching! Apostle John Ross, Sean Scales & Tamara Lloyd - Lord Give Me Another Chance! Full Grown - Jesus Overcame! Cameron Joy - The Best Day! New Music Spotlight with Saint Jones - Bounce Back & The New 116! 2020 Inspired Music Creative! Instagram: @jayebthefreespirit (new username) @eternally_exclusiveFacebook: @Jaye FreeSpirit Bridges @Acy Jackson IV @Ronald Harbin

Saturate in the Blue Ray of Omnipotence, protection, faith, courage, bravery, decision, self-reliance, surrender, and the will of God through the power of the Father.Archangel Michael and Lady Faith are the Archangels of the 1st Ray, the Blue Ray.  The perfect combination of the Archangels radiating the Blue Flame and Michael Gayle playing the blues completes this soul meditation.Open your heart and soak it in.The Blue Ray Blues was played by Michael Gayle.  You can listen to more of his music at https://michaelgayleguitar.com/Listen to more Morning Light Meditations here. https://angelsofabundanceascensionacademy.com/morning-light-meditations/

Cinematik Sessions Volume 12 Ft Lady Faith. Follow @cinematikrecordings Out on Itunes soon! Connect With Dimatik: Facebook: www.facebook.com/dimatik Soundcloud: @dimatik Instagram: www.instagram.com/dimatikmusic/ Twitter: www.twitter.com/dimatikmusic/

Tracklist: 1. Gavin James - Always (Cyber Bootleg) 2. Crew Cardinal feat. Kodie - Money Can't Buy 3. Wasted Penguinz - Nowhere To Be Found 4. Brennan Heart Ft. Mattanja Joy Bradley - Need To Feel 5. Unknown Artist - Unknown Title 6. Effused - Heartbeat 7. Modul8 - Get Louder 8. Sephyx - Through The Silence 9. TNT aka Technoboy and Tuneboy - Gung 10. Noisecontrollers - Shine 11. Naomi Scott - Speechless 12. Audiotricz feat. Aloma Steele - Don't Say Goodbye (System Of Loudness Remix) 13. Damian Ray - Get Up 14. Delerium Feat. Sarah McLachlan - Silence 15. Lil Nas X - Old Town Road 16. Steve Aoki & Timmy Trumpet Ft. Dr Phunk - Hava 17. Xense feat. Weldon - Take Me Back 18. Zatox & Rebourne & Dave Revan - I Wanna Go 19. Headhunterz - Orange Heart 20. KELTEK - Oblivion 21. Morphine - Supernova 22. Lady Faith feat. NeroArgento - Paint It Black 23. Kronos & Adaro Ft. Pain - Moonlight 24. Dr Phunk - Bass Pumpin' 25. Da Tweekaz & D-Sturb - Anything 26. Fanatics & Firelite - Never Letting Go 27. Sub Zero Project feat. Bryant Powell - All Night 28. Encoder - I Wanna Rave 29. Brennan Heart - In Your Face (HardBass) 30. Andre Hazes Jr. - Leef (Dr Phunk & Billy The Kit Bootleg) 31. Deluzion - Partystarter 32. Devin Wild - Island Of Intensity (The Qontinent Anthem 2019) 33. Noisecontrollers - Pyramid 34. RVAGE - New Dimension 35. The Prophet - Recession 2K19 36. Zyon - Hold Me 37. Ran-D & Frequencerz & Adaro - Battleborn iTunes: itunes.apple.com/de/podcast/ha...1149483410?mt=2 (Pls. Rate Me! :)) Like me on Facebook: facebook.com/DJCeejay.Official Hearthis.at: hearthis.at/ceejay Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/5Tg3sWgJGJS46A4PZe0R0X

Tracklist: 1. Gavin James - Always (Cyber Bootleg) 2. Crew Cardinal feat. Kodie - Money Can't Buy 3. Wasted Penguinz - Nowhere To Be Found 4. Brennan Heart Ft. Mattanja Joy Bradley - Need To Feel 5. Unknown Artist - Unknown Title 6. Effused - Heartbeat 7. Modul8 - Get Louder 8. Sephyx - Through The Silence 9. TNT aka Technoboy and Tuneboy - Gung 10. Noisecontrollers - Shine 11. Naomi Scott - Speechless 12. Audiotricz feat. Aloma Steele - Don't Say Goodbye (System Of Loudness Remix) 13. Damian Ray - Get Up 14. Delerium Feat. Sarah McLachlan - Silence 15. Lil Nas X - Old Town Road 16. Steve Aoki & Timmy Trumpet Ft. Dr Phunk - Hava 17. Xense feat. Weldon - Take Me Back 18. Zatox & Rebourne & Dave Revan - I Wanna Go 19. Headhunterz - Orange Heart 20. KELTEK - Oblivion 21. Morphine - Supernova 22. Lady Faith feat. NeroArgento - Paint It Black 23. Kronos & Adaro Ft. Pain - Moonlight 24. Dr Phunk - Bass Pumpin' 25. Da Tweekaz & D-Sturb - Anything 26. Fanatics & Firelite - Never Letting Go 27. Sub Zero Project feat. Bryant Powell - All Night 28. Encoder - I Wanna Rave 29. Brennan Heart - In Your Face (HardBass) 30. Andre Hazes Jr. - Leef (Dr Phunk & Billy The Kit Bootleg) 31. Deluzion - Partystarter 32. Devin Wild - Island Of Intensity (The Qontinent Anthem 2019) 33. Noisecontrollers - Pyramid 34. RVAGE - New Dimension 35. The Prophet - Recession 2K19 36. Zyon - Hold Me 37. Ran-D & Frequencerz & Adaro - Battleborn iTunes: itunes.apple.com/de/podcast/ha...1149483410?mt=2 (Pls. Rate Me! :)) Like me on Facebook: facebook.com/DJCeejay.Official Hearthis.at: hearthis.at/ceejay Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/5Tg3sWgJGJS46A4PZe0R0X

Tracklist: 1. Gavin James - Always (Cyber Bootleg) 2. Crew Cardinal feat. Kodie - Money Can't Buy 3. Wasted Penguinz - Nowhere To Be Found 4. Brennan Heart Ft. Mattanja Joy Bradley - Need To Feel 5. Unknown Artist - Unknown Title 6. Effused - Heartbeat 7. Modul8 - Get Louder 8. Sephyx - Through The Silence 9. TNT aka Technoboy and Tuneboy - Gung 10. Noisecontrollers - Shine 11. Naomi Scott - Speechless 12. Audiotricz feat. Aloma Steele - Don't Say Goodbye (System Of Loudness Remix) 13. Damian Ray - Get Up 14. Delerium Feat. Sarah McLachlan - Silence 15. Lil Nas X - Old Town Road 16. Steve Aoki & Timmy Trumpet Ft. Dr Phunk - Hava 17. Xense feat. Weldon - Take Me Back 18. Zatox & Rebourne & Dave Revan - I Wanna Go 19. Headhunterz - Orange Heart 20. KELTEK - Oblivion 21. Morphine - Supernova 22. Lady Faith feat. NeroArgento - Paint It Black 23. Kronos & Adaro Ft. Pain - Moonlight 24. Dr Phunk - Bass Pumpin' 25. Da Tweekaz & D-Sturb - Anything 26. Fanatics & Firelite - Never Letting Go 27. Sub Zero Project feat. Bryant Powell - All Night 28. Encoder - I Wanna Rave 29. Brennan Heart - In Your Face (HardBass) 30. Andre Hazes Jr. - Leef (Dr Phunk & Billy The Kit Bootleg) 31. Deluzion - Partystarter 32. Devin Wild - Island Of Intensity (The Qontinent Anthem 2019) 33. Noisecontrollers - Pyramid 34. RVAGE - New Dimension 35. The Prophet - Recession 2K19 36. Zyon - Hold Me 37. Ran-D & Frequencerz & Adaro - Battleborn iTunes: itunes.apple.com/de/podcast/ha...1149483410?mt=2 (Pls. Rate Me! :)) Like me on Facebook: facebook.com/DJCeejay.Official Hearthis.at: hearthis.at/ceejay Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/5Tg3sWgJGJS46A4PZe0R0X

Lady Faith began her journey in Tehran, Iran. She grew up in a traditional household but quickly developed a rebellious spirit, which resulted in all too frequent encounters with the Iranian Morality Police. After an almost disastrous ending to a high-speed chase, for the crime of attending a party, it became obvious that Faith was a free spirit that could not be contained and leaving Iran was the only solution. Her journey to America was complicated and took multiple attempts but she eventually made it, and for the first time she had the power to be herself and make her own decisions. At the time, the North American rave scene was primarily located in warehouses, seedy clubs, or in the forest or desert, where the location of the event was unknown to the DJ beforehand. Faith performed at a countless number of these underground venues for many years while growing with the scene. This dedication and perseverance is the reason why she performs and headlines on such high-profile events and festivals today all over North America. Lady Faith is a DJ like no other DJ – she will rock you to the bone with her high-energy sets and fantastic skills on stage. She has a growing collection of tracks including chart toppers such as Moxie, Basic Bitch, Bestie and PLUR, with many more in the works. Come see America's #1 Hardstyle producer and join her army of dedicated fans. ------------------ Tracklist: 1. Lady Faith - Take You Away (feat. Szen) 2. D-Block & S-te-Fan - Dreams 3. Da Tweekaz - Bring Me To Life (feat. Haliene) 4. Lady Faith, Stephanie - Electric 5. Headhunterz - Path Of The Hunter 6. ANDY SVGE, Hardstyle Pianist - Sunbeam 7. Zatox - My Strength Is Hardstyle 8. Lady Faith - Bestie (feat. MC Sik Wit It) 9. TNT, DJ Isaac - The Realm 10. 20 Fingers - Lick It (feat. Roula) [Lady Faith Bootleg] 11. Lady Faith - PLUR 12. RVAGE - Free Fall (feat. Diandra Faye) 13. Devin Wild - Anarchism 14. Kronos - Born To Dominate (feat. MC Coppa) 15. Chain Reaction - Greed 16. Lady Faith - Strife 17. Notorious Two - Gangstas Paradise ------------------ Check out Lady Faith: http://www.facebook.com/deejayladyfaith http://twitter.com/djladyfaith http://soundcloud.com/dj-lady-faith http://www.instagram.com/djladyfaith ------------------ Listen to more exclusive mixes: iedm.com/blogs/iedmradio www.youtube.com/c/Iedmradiopodcast www.mixcloud.com/iEDMradio/ iedmradio.podbean.com/?source=pb Need the hottest in EDM apparel? Buy the latest here: iedm.com/ ------------------ Discover more: www.facebook.com/iEDMOfficial www.twitter.com/iEDMofficial instagram.com/iEDMofficial iEDMofficial.tumblr.com www.youtube.com/c/IEDMhomeoftherave

Ep. 8: Hardstyle/Rawstyle Listen on Youtube: https://youtu.be/TLZCPa3vIsc Listen on Mixcloud: http://bit.ly/2t61TmN iTunes: https://apple.co/2F7D4bl Google Play: http://bit.ly/2t6gfUd Contact: matduke@gmail.com Hello everybody, welcome to the Hard & Loud podcast episode 8. This is the podcast where you will hear the best new hard dance, and this week we are listening to hardstyle. For the uninitiated, hardstyle is 150 beats per minute, and is focused around melodies and heavily distorted kickdrums. If you want to hear more, check out Episode 5, which was the first hardstyle episode. This podcast can be enjoyed on Youtube, Soundcloud, Mixcloud, iTunes and many more platforms. Subscribe for free and get new episodes every 2 weeks. Alright I’m done chatting, come say hi on social media and follow me on all platforms. Let’s go. Links Facebook: https://facebook.com/djmatduke Twitter: https://twitter.com/matduke Instagram: https://instagram.com/djmatduke/ Spotify: http://spoti.fi/2j09OcQ Soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/djmatduke Mixcloud: https://www.mixcloud.com/matduke/ Youtube: https://youtube.com/user/djmatduke Twitch: https://twitch.tv/matduke Website: http://djmatduke.com/ Tracklist: 0:00 Faizar & J.Lynn - Heartbeat 4:20 Demi Kanon - Closer 6:48 Enyqma - Ready 10:35 TI Project - Down with me 13:34 Rebourne - Phoenix 16:26 D-Block & S-Te-Fan - Dreams 20:51 Devin Wild - Let's Get Drunk 23:51 Lady Faith ft. Szen - Take You Away 26:54 Genesiz - NXT LVL 30:29 Kit Hype - In My Head 33:31 D-Charged - Lose Yourself 38:00 Quandum - Let It Out 41:00 Deetox - Bring The Riot 2017 43:29 Will Sparks & Toneshifterz - Home To You 47:09 E-Force - Children Of The Dawn 50:59 RVAGE - The Rave 54:55 Warface & Frequencerz - F The Industry 58:20 Caine - Break The Sound

◉ Global Dedication https://GlobalDedication.lnk.to/PodcastYCGlobal Dedication - Episode 32 #GD32Presented By Coone. Global Dedication is a podcast created by the purest dedication of Hard Dance! Coone’s personal touch and your lively input on each episode will form the creation of the next month's episode. Use your voice to shape the Global Dedication podcast and join in the discussion using the hashtag #GlobalDedication on Facebook, Twitter or Instagram. Tracklist #GD32:01. Coone & Wildstylez - Here I Come (Global Premiere)02. Da Tweekaz - Komon (Global Listeners Choice)03. Unsenses - Standing In The Dark04. Crude Intentions - Get Down!05. Lady Faith ft. Mc Sick Wit It - Bestie06. Coone vs. Galantis & Dr Phunk - Hunter Robotz (Mash Up)07. Code Black, Da Tweekaz & Adrenalize ft. Matthew Steeper - Heart Like Mine08. Code Black & Wasted Penguinz - With the Wolves09. Code Black & Crisis Era - Beat Cannon10. Ecstatic - Where God Is11. Headhunterz - Headshot (Global Classic)12. Zatox - Slavery13. Yellow Claw - DO YOU LIKE BASS (Crisis Era Remix)14. Flostradamus ft. GTA & Lil Jon vs. Hard Driver - Prison WUT (Wildstylez Mash Up)15. Coone & Hard Driver - Showtime (Global Classic)16. Zatox - Sunlight (Zatox & Sub Zero Project Hard Mix)17. Public Enemies & E-Life - The Incredible (Global Hit Of The Month)18. Public Enemies - Dead ’N Expired19. Gunz For Hire - Armed & Dangerous Follow Coone:http://www.djcoone.comhttp://www.facebook.com/djcoonehttp://www.twitter.com/djcoone

Direct from the Insomniac HQ in Los Angeles, Night Owl Radio is a weekly show presented by the Night Owl himself aka Pasquale Rotella. With special guest mixes, exclusive info on Insomniac Events and lots of interaction with you, the Headliners. Get involved on Twitter @PasqualeRotella and use the hashtag #NightOwlRadio. This week’s show gives some love to the ladies with Alison Wonderland picking her Up All Night Tracks and Lady Faith supplying an exclusive 30 minute Guest Mix.