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Join Dani and Jules as they chat with the fantastic all female first time final four (less the winner) about their moves, their mis-steps and their magic. Also, we finally find out if Zoe even knows if she is the People's Champion!

Episode 516 - One Well Brewing Happy Monday, Thieves! High Fives over handshakes is the lesson of this podcast, Thieves. We welcomeTrevor Klimek and Andrew McLean of One Well Brewing on to talk about the beers they are making, creating a welcoming space, and making sure a kick ass kitchen gets the attention it deserves next to the beers. Our big thanks to Discover Kalamazoo for the hospitality over these last few weeks. It's been great to learn about this part of Western Michigan and its breweries. If you have the chance to visit, do it. Tune in and let us know what you think!***As always, you can email your questions, complaints, whimpers, or whines to us at stealthisbeerpodcast@gmail.com. We read everything we get and we'll try to respond as quickly as we can. If not online, then on air. And THANKS! You can subscribe to STB on iTunes and PLEASE LEAVE US A REVIEW!!! Co-hosts: Augie Carton & John Holl Producer: Justin Kennedy Engineer: Brian Casse Music: "Abstract Concepts - What Up in the Streets" by Black Ant.

Join CK, Jules and Dani in the POST SEASON coverage as they interview the winner of One Well as well as the fifth place finale fallen angel.

Join CK, Dani and Jules as they break down all the action of the final episode of Backyard Survivor 5: One Well. We discuss the highs, the lows, the lack of victory celebrations, unexpiring idols and debate whether something can be coveted if no one has actually ever heard of it before. Plus OG BY alumni Amy takes on CK in the final TWIOLSH of the season!

Join CK, Dani, and Jules as they break down all of the action of Episode 9 of One Well. We chat double boots, expired idols, the highs and lows of legacy advantages and predict the finale! Plus CK will interview Tarkan and Marc and we will be joined by Marcus Moore who will push CK to the edge in TWIOLSH!

Join CK, Dani, and Jules as they break down all the action from episode 8 of Backyard Survivor: One Well. We chat split tribes, extra vote rules and the fate of the F7 alliance. Plus CK interviews Tara and Kate and two time player Mel takes on CK on TWIOLSH!

Join CK, Dani, and Jules as they break down all the action of episode 7 of Backyard Survivor: One Well. We chat challenge assistance, bounty idols and the shot in the dark. Plus we'll be joined by DC to hear all his takes on the game and Ash of Survivor Canberra fame will take on CK in TWIOLSH!

Join CK, Jules, and Dani as they break down all the action of the final redemption challenge, the final summit and the merge. Fake super idols, F7 advantages, more bounty idols and alliances and cross alliances all over the place! Plus CK will interview all 3 boots and Backyard alumni Matt takes on CK in TWIOLSH!

Join CK, Dani and Jules as they recap all the consequences of the swap! A double tribal, advantages galore and an epic challenge! Plus CK will interview Luke and the People's Champion and Edgic King, Eden will take on CK in TWIOSLH to see if he can unseat the King Orca!

Join CK and Jules as they breakdown all the action of the not swap swap, the somewhat beware advantages, Marc's masterclass of manipulation and a controversial redemption challenge. Plus we will have interview with Cath and the 4th round of TWIOLSH. Can BY alumni Zac take down CK? Tune in, to find out!

Join CK, Dani and Jules as they breakdown all of the action from episode 3. There were truth bombs galore, a failed catapult and ultimately, a savage boot. Plus we catch up with the first player out of redemption and one of the big names of the OLRG community seeks to take down CK in this week's TWIOLSH.

Join CK, Dani, and Jules as they break down all the action of Episode 2 of BY5: One Well. We'll discuss 2 time players, Tara and Mel's failures to learn from their prior games, the state of the People's Champ Zoe, and the pros and cons of being, on Survivor, a conscientious environmentalist who picks up random rubbish. Also the second every TWIOLSH (This Week In Oz LRG Survivor History) will take place. CK lost last week in a tie breaker nail biter to Kyle but seriously, none of you other noobs will know Backyard like he does, so CK is ready for the challenge. If you want to take on the ORCA, send a DM to Dani and you could appear live on the ORCA pod!

Join CK, Jules and Dani as they break down all the action from the incredible premier of BY5. One tribe, one buff, one colour, 3 immunities, 4 advantages and a partridge in a pear tree. Plus the ORCA pod will debut their tribute to TWISH with their own version, This Week In Oz LRG History. TWIOLSH. Does it have the same ring to it? Probably not. But one live commenter will be selected to take on CK in the first ever TWIOLSH!

PART ONE: Anthony recaps one of the uglier games of the season and discusses the various angles that stem from the loss. To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Join CK, Dani and Jules as they draft their own little mini pod of players for the next season of the incredible BY Survivor. Who will be the no. 1 pick off the board? Who will be picked last? And most importantly who will fate determine as the next People's Champion? Who's destiny will it be to follow in the footsteps of Eden, push to reach the finale and cost CK $1,000 worth of bar tab for the BY Community! All that, and more, tonight!

The Robot House Team, in Oklahoma City, have just completed the One Well Brewing, in Kalamazoo, Michigan, brand refresh. About a year ago, One Well approached the Robot House Team after meeting in-person at CBP Connects: Milwaukee, in June 2023, looking to do a massive brand overhaul. Due to usage rights end-terms with a previous designer and a bit of a Saturday morning cartoon aesthetic, One Well was needing to redesign their core labels, taproom, merchandise, website and everything else their current brand touched. As a family-friendly taproom with a restaurant and arcade, they were looking to mature the look without totally alienating the consumer base with a brand new style. In November of 2023, the Robot House Team visited the One Well Taproom for “product testing” and to get a feel for the overall environment. We spent several hours in their taproom, eating the best fried cauliflower, losing in foosball and darts, and playing each of the 50+ pinball machines in the One Well arcade. One Well was the first client to experience the reinvented Robot House process as part of our own internal, now-launched rebrand. We'd like to walk through what our process looks like and highlight each step as it pertained to One Well and where we landed with the entire refresh. Brett Grimes and Jennings Hammack represent 40% of Robot House, an Oklahoma City-based five-person team of creative thinkers, dreamers and doers who craft emotional brand stories with fresh, cool, award-winning design in collaboration with clients around the country. Specializing in brand development, packaging design and all things creative, the Robots are on a mission to find passionate people eager to build and explore a brave new world for their craft beer brand. Brett is an agency parter and serves as the Creative Director. Jennings serves as the Creative Strategist. Chris O'Neill is the owner, founder, and wizard of One Well Brewing. Alongside Chris, is Andrew McLean, One Well Brewing's Marketing Director. One Well Brewing is a one-of-a-kind family-friendly craft brewery in South Kalamazoo, with a taphouse, vegan-friendly restaurant and 50+ pinball machine arcade. With a "high fives over handshakes" philosophy, you're a friend from the moment you walk in the door. Join us in-person for CBP Connects Half workshop, half networking San Diego, CA | December 10-12, 2024 Grab your spot now at cbpconnects.com

Mike and Dave have a Murky from Austin Brothers, an Oktoberfest from Yuengling, and a Butter Pecan Coffee Blonde Ale from One Well in tonight's episode. They also cover the week in the MLB, college & NFL football. Mike litters the episode with FUs and the Either/OR is about an 82 year old's Conker........you'll have too tune in to see what Mike found. --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/david-dawson7/support

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niagara falls. Collection II - ‘antithesis. Track 12. - ‘niagara falls' Prod By Blū Tha Guru [Previously on L E G E N D S: Enter The Multiverse} Baby's all right Brooklyn Pretty little palace of disaster Pretty little patterns of — Whatever Tantrums, smashing Jack o lanterns Shadows, Hands that attach to the strings Allowing them to dance into dreams It seems these sacred places Have been ravaged And I have not been running But I don't have any money Wise than that It's less than zero Negatives I want to kill myself again Honestly, I see a way out it just Requires being tortured By people coughing. And motorcycles I might have seen my son for the last time At age five It's finally warm outside And everything's just Reminding me I'm struggling with poverty Nothing really matters cause I don't belong here Everything is wrong I just want blonde hair, Hurry up, God Assist me with a suicide I can take pride in Not an attempt, but The only success I'll ever have At anything At all -El Al Nothing moves the same After an unrequited love becomes a tragedy Or just a movie scene I want to scream for needing to be needed Then again Could die just to be dead Could go back To just be blacklisted Or a crackhead Doing magic tricks Pass I couldn't have ever imagined This fascination as of late Or making trance But anything can happen With the light switches on and off As the kite catches headwinds Or hedwig is getting bigger by the minute That just grows out of his head, But I wish it was a wig Like Kristen Pass Yes. Breathe deep into my lungs, These scenes of things So evil seeming, even to me Lucidity becomes as dreamily Eerie, intermittently meaningless, And then suddenly, However much later, Maddeningly attractive, As I am, in fact Attached to this project As menacingly handsome and devilish as he is I've decided, it's manageable, but clashes with my Moral standards and clasps with fabrications Lay hands on me and see what happens! —-okay… “Okay” Pass! I asked to be a rockstar and showrunner On the same blood soaked candles I took blood oaths Dancing in front of the fountain At rockafeller plaza, to no applause, Of course, Drinking monsters nonstop, Ontop of my skateboard I came back late to Boston And took a plane to Vegas early the next morning But somewhere deep in my Google Drive or documents Is me under a neon sign, Which reads a name I resigned from saying Until maybe I get signed I hate him, but hey, The name of the game is Mating Season, And lately I've been craving eggs and Mayonnaise instead of protein shakes and Crayons Wax on, wax off… Pass, but that last sentence didn't make sense It did.:: Oh, Yes, it did. Promise. You do some stupid shit. Okay, so I do stupid shit. Believe me, you do some stupid shit. Okay, I believe you. Don't believe me when I tell you things like that. What the fuck, Patrick, do you mean, even? I mean what I mean, but usually just— For me. I am you, I thought. Exactly: don't believe me. Okay? I don't believe you… Just—believe me. Believe me. Oh dang. So there really is no “Jimmy Fallon” No, there isn't it's just— Poor little Jimmy Fallon… What if— There is no “if”. Nobody has to ‘agree' to this project Sign the terms of agreement For what. You'll see.. stupid little bitch. *squints* What did you just say. (Walking away, mumbling) Nothing! Fucking idiot. What did you just say?! (Yelling) I said you're a fucking idiot, Fallon! You're a fucking lDi0T: Well, okay. lol NBC is not gonna let this fly at all. No, Jimmy, you cannot do this project. Well, that's alright. I quit. You can't quit. You have a contract. I don't—I'm out of my contract: On what grounds?! Conflict of interest! That's my say, isn't it? Is it? MORGUE. I bought a network! MY NAME IS— MAaaa!! WHATTTTTTT. The show's on! [A Cold Open] L E G E N D S {Enter The Multiverse} Fuck this kid. I'm gonna kill him. Kill what. Who. FALLON. GET IN HERE. Ah. [explitive] [‘THE FALLON' gets ‘FALLONED' by ELLEN DEGENERES] ELLEN YES. FINALLY, I'm in this bitch. [And other members of ‘THE HOSTS COLLECTIVE', a high ranking team in the ILLUMINATI FOREFRONT] Well, not in the way I'm sure you'd hoped, but. Shutthefuckup! Oh wait—is she Is it “she” Is she a lesbian?! What's the “Illuminati”— We'll get back to that later. No! gross! Portia Derossi! Huh? I want to be that pretty! Well, okie. MEANWHILE, In my actual own age group… I'm older than all these hosts, anyway! Even Leno? Isn't he dead already?! Exactly! EVEN STEVENS [BEANS is now VEGAN] Why is vegan capitalized. Cause it's important. Hey buddy! Don't call me buddy. I'm edging on 40. Time flies when you're— Rapidly aging? I brought you some bacon. You what: It's farm fresh! Kooldjredalert Lie to me Try to sleep (In my arms, won't you) Try to keep the Time with My heart Beat (Heavenly) I've been living in your world for just over a month, now. I'm sorry, Fallon. That must be awful. Not too sorry— Some of this stuff is good. Just, priceless. Wouldn't trade it for the world. But I've hung my head in shame, Cause I hung myself with gratitude, Haven't you had enough? If it makes any difference at all, And I'm betting it does All I wished for a wanted and prayed Was for you to be happy I buy burners with trackers Put burn holes in sweaters The summit at the plummet, pulling forwards And backwards I've four words for parlors, For barbers and hatchets I bury the four suns, The moon arose after I left an Oscar on your alter this morning Never shall ye rest, Haven't ever then, Paid the tythe, And for the while, Immortal wife and lover, Mother daughter, Soon to call your name and number, However, The fall from the drop of polish, Of course, oil marks upon canvases Sickness and swells of my Hands upon your corset Could you collide with another? Doubtful, to that, So shall it must be List, but never to utter A mustard seed; Ground, then unground— As if planted, Simple, As the seed of laughter So then, would you By the turn of the hour, return to the one had you called Lover, A curse upon the Coerced and responsible A blonde, But worse, A pretty one For never after happens out of nowhere Now, Dissociate, Before I dissipate of Loneliness Hark, The door opens for one, A bold soldier to come, Listen lover, The stone has been Suspended, by the mirror In terror Alarmed, Cool you are now Calm, however Not abound to be lie Or below Bound by blood There you are In excelsior, Predecessor What would you want that for— The camera obscured; Why, If only, To look upon you Plastered and enlarged As you are Endangered in my imagination A dangerous and strange, Dangling addiction Fascination, now With power, And prowess Come now, The midnight hour is upon us [his body hung from the rafters above the studio, just one lamp left aglow—and then suddenly I had awakened, his body still and resting, sleeping quietly—although the hanged man burned into my mind; I left him quietly as I could in the loft and sat with nothing in my mind at all at the canvas, brush in hand, as if I were to draw something—but could not. It was almost as if I was frozen, or even perhaps the canvas were instead a mirror, and I the painting —though I could not know. My dearest Patrick was a broken man, and I his broken lover—the both of us an atrocity at all in shambles—I wept inwardly but not outward, as not to wake him as my tears often did, even from a deep sleep. The sun was far from rising, and though I had barely slept at all, I felt I would never sleep again—I fell at my tilted alter as the sun rose, in prayer and devastation; What had I done?] —Esha's Memoirs, the journals from The Altar You know what, kid— You've got something. I don't know what it is, But it's something. Kid? Aren't we like, the same age? No. I'll tell you what I've got I've got a seven year old kid I haven't seen in two years; I've got a sink full of dishes I've got credit card debt and school loans I've got racist neighbors, An ex husband who swears he never hit me With a brand new baby I've got Extreme back pain I've got a body only God could ever love And I've got something like 10,000 pages or more Of stuff I barely remember writing Just sitting in the Google algorithm Pushing me closer and closer to suicide Every single day I've got Sexual fantasies about celebrities for no given reason at all. I've got 800 songs that are just words I've got books I want to read just— sitting there And I've got this pain That just sits inside my soul That never goes away, ever I've got something, alright. I've got something, sure But when it comes to money I got a dollar One fucking dollar And you know what I call that? -Useless. She's dead, isn't she? You guessed it. Well, what am I supposed to do? What you always do. What is that? What is that? Swear of the palm d ore I Cannes, Atop the Eiffel You are the river that crosses my eye, The scar across my heart, The Eye, is All we are And all is one; One is all, And All are One Well, I'm quite nervous. Don't be nervous, at all, Johnny. Relax. Another John—my first, in fact. Indeed, I was once relentlessly obsessed With Johnny Depp Infatuated, if you will Whatever you want to call it. Of course, For a teenaged girl, however This sort of obsession was somewhat normal Somewhat. I had always wanted to star in movies— So much so that I began to write them. I was about 7, maybe 8 when the stories in my headed started to form as narratives— Not just stories, but words Characters and conversations— Plots. I should leave this poor Fallon boy alone. Some darkness inside of me wants him; That thing that doesn't quiet, nor does it want, Anything but what it wants— And it is, Darkness-m— That thing that lives inside of me and what is does; The thing it calls love, and calls our for The something in someone that rises it up From wherever it dwells, Deep in my soul, and into my hear, Into my thoughts, It haunts all that I must and mustn't Ponder upon A woman's cause, And a murderer of sorts, The ugly swan , who dances on ponds, Laying one one, but all of precious stones, The egg, The coveted stones of trust, And wander, Listing upon that which it feeds, Not only the bod, But its motor, It's mind, A hearty philosopher, And willful warrior, Of wit, And of talent, The strength of Astonishment A power above all, A blindness of fate; Judged by all The spectacular amongst us The famed and the damned, Acquitted of warmth and dutiful, Exquisite in awe A rarity. —The Fame Files. V.O. Coming to terms with one's death is always peaceful. All harm caused will be returned by he/she who causes it or acts in such a way as to inflict pain and hostility towards peaceful persons. Causing with intention psychological, physical, mental, or physical harm will result in the immediate karmic retaliation of such pain as inflicted on peaceful individuals; these acts of war will inhibit the actor from entering the transcendence, or developing expanded consciousness, gaining wealth, further material possessions–his own will is therefore weakened, and therefore unworthy of love himself, by the intent to cause one such pain as an act of violence or ill will. One's disruption of peace is thereby an act of cruelty, punishable beyond death–causing pain by intention to another individual in the attempt of control or manipulation, intrusion, and abuse is therefore against the laws by which the ascended abide by, and therefore cannot and will not exist beyond the ill fate of its perpetrator. Please leave me alone; I'm asking you nicely. Alright, fine. Where is it! Where is what? You know what. What? From the fountain. It wasn't me! I don't have it. And this, is why Jimmy Fallon is impenetrable. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2019-2024 | THE COMPLEX COLLECTIVE. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū.

niagara falls. Collection II - ‘antithesis. Track 12. - ‘niagara falls' Prod By Blū Tha Guru [Previously on L E G E N D S: Enter The Multiverse} Baby's all right Brooklyn Pretty little palace of disaster Pretty little patterns of — Whatever Tantrums, smashing Jack o lanterns Shadows, Hands that attach to the strings Allowing them to dance into dreams It seems these sacred places Have been ravaged And I have not been running But I don't have any money Wise than that It's less than zero Negatives I want to kill myself again Honestly, I see a way out it just Requires being tortured By people coughing. And motorcycles I might have seen my son for the last time At age five It's finally warm outside And everything's just Reminding me I'm struggling with poverty Nothing really matters cause I don't belong here Everything is wrong I just want blonde hair, Hurry up, God Assist me with a suicide I can take pride in Not an attempt, but The only success I'll ever have At anything At all -El Al Nothing moves the same After an unrequited love becomes a tragedy Or just a movie scene I want to scream for needing to be needed Then again Could die just to be dead Could go back To just be blacklisted Or a crackhead Doing magic tricks Pass I couldn't have ever imagined This fascination as of late Or making trance But anything can happen With the light switches on and off As the kite catches headwinds Or hedwig is getting bigger by the minute That just grows out of his head, But I wish it was a wig Like Kristen Pass Yes. Breathe deep into my lungs, These scenes of things So evil seeming, even to me Lucidity becomes as dreamily Eerie, intermittently meaningless, And then suddenly, However much later, Maddeningly attractive, As I am, in fact Attached to this project As menacingly handsome and devilish as he is I've decided, it's manageable, but clashes with my Moral standards and clasps with fabrications Lay hands on me and see what happens! —-okay… “Okay” Pass! I asked to be a rockstar and showrunner On the same blood soaked candles I took blood oaths Dancing in front of the fountain At rockafeller plaza, to no applause, Of course, Drinking monsters nonstop, Ontop of my skateboard I came back late to Boston And took a plane to Vegas early the next morning But somewhere deep in my Google Drive or documents Is me under a neon sign, Which reads a name I resigned from saying Until maybe I get signed I hate him, but hey, The name of the game is Mating Season, And lately I've been craving eggs and Mayonnaise instead of protein shakes and Crayons Wax on, wax off… Pass, but that last sentence didn't make sense It did.:: Oh, Yes, it did. Promise. You do some stupid shit. Okay, so I do stupid shit. Believe me, you do some stupid shit. Okay, I believe you. Don't believe me when I tell you things like that. What the fuck, Patrick, do you mean, even? I mean what I mean, but usually just— For me. I am you, I thought. Exactly: don't believe me. Okay? I don't believe you… Just—believe me. Believe me. Oh dang. So there really is no “Jimmy Fallon” No, there isn't it's just— Poor little Jimmy Fallon… What if— There is no “if”. Nobody has to ‘agree' to this project Sign the terms of agreement For what. You'll see.. stupid little bitch. *squints* What did you just say. (Walking away, mumbling) Nothing! Fucking idiot. What did you just say?! (Yelling) I said you're a fucking idiot, Fallon! You're a fucking lDi0T: Well, okay. lol NBC is not gonna let this fly at all. No, Jimmy, you cannot do this project. Well, that's alright. I quit. You can't quit. You have a contract. I don't—I'm out of my contract: On what grounds?! Conflict of interest! That's my say, isn't it? Is it? MORGUE. I bought a network! MY NAME IS— MAaaa!! WHATTTTTTT. The show's on! [A Cold Open] L E G E N D S {Enter The Multiverse} Fuck this kid. I'm gonna kill him. Kill what. Who. FALLON. GET IN HERE. Ah. [explitive] [‘THE FALLON' gets ‘FALLONED' by ELLEN DEGENERES] ELLEN YES. FINALLY, I'm in this bitch. [And other members of ‘THE HOSTS COLLECTIVE', a high ranking team in the ILLUMINATI FOREFRONT] Well, not in the way I'm sure you'd hoped, but. Shutthefuckup! Oh wait—is she Is it “she” Is she a lesbian?! What's the “Illuminati”— We'll get back to that later. No! gross! Portia Derossi! Huh? I want to be that pretty! Well, okie. MEANWHILE, In my actual own age group… I'm older than all these hosts, anyway! Even Leno? Isn't he dead already?! Exactly! EVEN STEVENS [BEANS is now VEGAN] Why is vegan capitalized. Cause it's important. Hey buddy! Don't call me buddy. I'm edging on 40. Time flies when you're— Rapidly aging? I brought you some bacon. You what: It's farm fresh! Kooldjredalert Lie to me Try to sleep (In my arms, won't you) Try to keep the Time with My heart Beat (Heavenly) I've been living in your world for just over a month, now. I'm sorry, Fallon. That must be awful. Not too sorry— Some of this stuff is good. Just, priceless. Wouldn't trade it for the world. But I've hung my head in shame, Cause I hung myself with gratitude, Haven't you had enough? If it makes any difference at all, And I'm betting it does All I wished for a wanted and prayed Was for you to be happy I buy burners with trackers Put burn holes in sweaters The summit at the plummet, pulling forwards And backwards I've four words for parlors, For barbers and hatchets I bury the four suns, The moon arose after I left an Oscar on your alter this morning Never shall ye rest, Haven't ever then, Paid the tythe, And for the while, Immortal wife and lover, Mother daughter, Soon to call your name and number, However, The fall from the drop of polish, Of course, oil marks upon canvases Sickness and swells of my Hands upon your corset Could you collide with another? Doubtful, to that, So shall it must be List, but never to utter A mustard seed; Ground, then unground— As if planted, Simple, As the seed of laughter So then, would you By the turn of the hour, return to the one had you called Lover, A curse upon the Coerced and responsible A blonde, But worse, A pretty one For never after happens out of nowhere Now, Dissociate, Before I dissipate of Loneliness Hark, The door opens for one, A bold soldier to come, Listen lover, The stone has been Suspended, by the mirror In terror Alarmed, Cool you are now Calm, however Not abound to be lie Or below Bound by blood There you are In excelsior, Predecessor What would you want that for— The camera obscured; Why, If only, To look upon you Plastered and enlarged As you are Endangered in my imagination A dangerous and strange, Dangling addiction Fascination, now With power, And prowess Come now, The midnight hour is upon us [his body hung from the rafters above the studio, just one lamp left aglow—and then suddenly I had awakened, his body still and resting, sleeping quietly—although the hanged man burned into my mind; I left him quietly as I could in the loft and sat with nothing in my mind at all at the canvas, brush in hand, as if I were to draw something—but could not. It was almost as if I was frozen, or even perhaps the canvas were instead a mirror, and I the painting —though I could not know. My dearest Patrick was a broken man, and I his broken lover—the both of us an atrocity at all in shambles—I wept inwardly but not outward, as not to wake him as my tears often did, even from a deep sleep. The sun was far from rising, and though I had barely slept at all, I felt I would never sleep again—I fell at my tilted alter as the sun rose, in prayer and devastation; What had I done?] —Esha's Memoirs, the journals from The Altar You know what, kid— You've got something. I don't know what it is, But it's something. Kid? Aren't we like, the same age? No. I'll tell you what I've got I've got a seven year old kid I haven't seen in two years; I've got a sink full of dishes I've got credit card debt and school loans I've got racist neighbors, An ex husband who swears he never hit me With a brand new baby I've got Extreme back pain I've got a body only God could ever love And I've got something like 10,000 pages or more Of stuff I barely remember writing Just sitting in the Google algorithm Pushing me closer and closer to suicide Every single day I've got Sexual fantasies about celebrities for no given reason at all. I've got 800 songs that are just words I've got books I want to read just— sitting there And I've got this pain That just sits inside my soul That never goes away, ever I've got something, alright. I've got something, sure But when it comes to money I got a dollar One fucking dollar And you know what I call that? -Useless. She's dead, isn't she? You guessed it. Well, what am I supposed to do? What you always do. What is that? What is that? Swear of the palm d ore I Cannes, Atop the Eiffel You are the river that crosses my eye, The scar across my heart, The Eye, is All we are And all is one; One is all, And All are One Well, I'm quite nervous. Don't be nervous, at all, Johnny. Relax. Another John—my first, in fact. Indeed, I was once relentlessly obsessed With Johnny Depp Infatuated, if you will Whatever you want to call it. Of course, For a teenaged girl, however This sort of obsession was somewhat normal Somewhat. I had always wanted to star in movies— So much so that I began to write them. I was about 7, maybe 8 when the stories in my headed started to form as narratives— Not just stories, but words Characters and conversations— Plots. I should leave this poor Fallon boy alone. Some darkness inside of me wants him; That thing that doesn't quiet, nor does it want, Anything but what it wants— And it is, Darkness-m— That thing that lives inside of me and what is does; The thing it calls love, and calls our for The something in someone that rises it up From wherever it dwells, Deep in my soul, and into my hear, Into my thoughts, It haunts all that I must and mustn't Ponder upon A woman's cause, And a murderer of sorts, The ugly swan , who dances on ponds, Laying one one, but all of precious stones, The egg, The coveted stones of trust, And wander, Listing upon that which it feeds, Not only the bod, But its motor, It's mind, A hearty philosopher, And willful warrior, Of wit, And of talent, The strength of Astonishment A power above all, A blindness of fate; Judged by all The spectacular amongst us The famed and the damned, Acquitted of warmth and dutiful, Exquisite in awe A rarity. —The Fame Files. V.O. Coming to terms with one's death is always peaceful. All harm caused will be returned by he/she who causes it or acts in such a way as to inflict pain and hostility towards peaceful persons. Causing with intention psychological, physical, mental, or physical harm will result in the immediate karmic retaliation of such pain as inflicted on peaceful individuals; these acts of war will inhibit the actor from entering the transcendence, or developing expanded consciousness, gaining wealth, further material possessions–his own will is therefore weakened, and therefore unworthy of love himself, by the intent to cause one such pain as an act of violence or ill will. One's disruption of peace is thereby an act of cruelty, punishable beyond death–causing pain by intention to another individual in the attempt of control or manipulation, intrusion, and abuse is therefore against the laws by which the ascended abide by, and therefore cannot and will not exist beyond the ill fate of its perpetrator. Please leave me alone; I'm asking you nicely. Alright, fine. Where is it! Where is what? You know what. What? From the fountain. It wasn't me! I don't have it. And this, is why Jimmy Fallon is impenetrable. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2019-2024 | THE COMPLEX COLLECTIVE. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū.

niagara falls. Collection II - ‘antithesis. Track 12. - ‘niagara falls' Prod By Blū Tha Guru [Previously on L E G E N D S: Enter The Multiverse} Baby's all right Brooklyn Pretty little palace of disaster Pretty little patterns of — Whatever Tantrums, smashing Jack o lanterns Shadows, Hands that attach to the strings Allowing them to dance into dreams It seems these sacred places Have been ravaged And I have not been running But I don't have any money Wise than that It's less than zero Negatives I want to kill myself again Honestly, I see a way out it just Requires being tortured By people coughing. And motorcycles I might have seen my son for the last time At age five It's finally warm outside And everything's just Reminding me I'm struggling with poverty Nothing really matters cause I don't belong here Everything is wrong I just want blonde hair, Hurry up, God Assist me with a suicide I can take pride in Not an attempt, but The only success I'll ever have At anything At all -El Al Nothing moves the same After an unrequited love becomes a tragedy Or just a movie scene I want to scream for needing to be needed Then again Could die just to be dead Could go back To just be blacklisted Or a crackhead Doing magic tricks Pass I couldn't have ever imagined This fascination as of late Or making trance But anything can happen With the light switches on and off As the kite catches headwinds Or hedwig is getting bigger by the minute That just grows out of his head, But I wish it was a wig Like Kristen Pass Yes. Breathe deep into my lungs, These scenes of things So evil seeming, even to me Lucidity becomes as dreamily Eerie, intermittently meaningless, And then suddenly, However much later, Maddeningly attractive, As I am, in fact Attached to this project As menacingly handsome and devilish as he is I've decided, it's manageable, but clashes with my Moral standards and clasps with fabrications Lay hands on me and see what happens! —-okay… “Okay” Pass! I asked to be a rockstar and showrunner On the same blood soaked candles I took blood oaths Dancing in front of the fountain At rockafeller plaza, to no applause, Of course, Drinking monsters nonstop, Ontop of my skateboard I came back late to Boston And took a plane to Vegas early the next morning But somewhere deep in my Google Drive or documents Is me under a neon sign, Which reads a name I resigned from saying Until maybe I get signed I hate him, but hey, The name of the game is Mating Season, And lately I've been craving eggs and Mayonnaise instead of protein shakes and Crayons Wax on, wax off… Pass, but that last sentence didn't make sense It did.:: Oh, Yes, it did. Promise. You do some stupid shit. Okay, so I do stupid shit. Believe me, you do some stupid shit. Okay, I believe you. Don't believe me when I tell you things like that. What the fuck, Patrick, do you mean, even? I mean what I mean, but usually just— For me. I am you, I thought. Exactly: don't believe me. Okay? I don't believe you… Just—believe me. Believe me. Oh dang. So there really is no “Jimmy Fallon” No, there isn't it's just— Poor little Jimmy Fallon… What if— There is no “if”. Nobody has to ‘agree' to this project Sign the terms of agreement For what. You'll see.. stupid little bitch. *squints* What did you just say. (Walking away, mumbling) Nothing! Fucking idiot. What did you just say?! (Yelling) I said you're a fucking idiot, Fallon! You're a fucking lDi0T: Well, okay. lol NBC is not gonna let this fly at all. No, Jimmy, you cannot do this project. Well, that's alright. I quit. You can't quit. You have a contract. I don't—I'm out of my contract: On what grounds?! Conflict of interest! That's my say, isn't it? Is it? MORGUE. I bought a network! MY NAME IS— MAaaa!! WHATTTTTTT. The show's on! [A Cold Open] L E G E N D S {Enter The Multiverse} Fuck this kid. I'm gonna kill him. Kill what. Who. FALLON. GET IN HERE. Ah. [explitive] [‘THE FALLON' gets ‘FALLONED' by ELLEN DEGENERES] ELLEN YES. FINALLY, I'm in this bitch. [And other members of ‘THE HOSTS COLLECTIVE', a high ranking team in the ILLUMINATI FOREFRONT] Well, not in the way I'm sure you'd hoped, but. Shutthefuckup! Oh wait—is she Is it “she” Is she a lesbian?! What's the “Illuminati”— We'll get back to that later. No! gross! Portia Derossi! Huh? I want to be that pretty! Well, okie. MEANWHILE, In my actual own age group… I'm older than all these hosts, anyway! Even Leno? Isn't he dead already?! Exactly! EVEN STEVENS [BEANS is now VEGAN] Why is vegan capitalized. Cause it's important. Hey buddy! Don't call me buddy. I'm edging on 40. Time flies when you're— Rapidly aging? I brought you some bacon. You what: It's farm fresh! Kooldjredalert Lie to me Try to sleep (In my arms, won't you) Try to keep the Time with My heart Beat (Heavenly) I've been living in your world for just over a month, now. I'm sorry, Fallon. That must be awful. Not too sorry— Some of this stuff is good. Just, priceless. Wouldn't trade it for the world. But I've hung my head in shame, Cause I hung myself with gratitude, Haven't you had enough? If it makes any difference at all, And I'm betting it does All I wished for a wanted and prayed Was for you to be happy I buy burners with trackers Put burn holes in sweaters The summit at the plummet, pulling forwards And backwards I've four words for parlors, For barbers and hatchets I bury the four suns, The moon arose after I left an Oscar on your alter this morning Never shall ye rest, Haven't ever then, Paid the tythe, And for the while, Immortal wife and lover, Mother daughter, Soon to call your name and number, However, The fall from the drop of polish, Of course, oil marks upon canvases Sickness and swells of my Hands upon your corset Could you collide with another? Doubtful, to that, So shall it must be List, but never to utter A mustard seed; Ground, then unground— As if planted, Simple, As the seed of laughter So then, would you By the turn of the hour, return to the one had you called Lover, A curse upon the Coerced and responsible A blonde, But worse, A pretty one For never after happens out of nowhere Now, Dissociate, Before I dissipate of Loneliness Hark, The door opens for one, A bold soldier to come, Listen lover, The stone has been Suspended, by the mirror In terror Alarmed, Cool you are now Calm, however Not abound to be lie Or below Bound by blood There you are In excelsior, Predecessor What would you want that for— The camera obscured; Why, If only, To look upon you Plastered and enlarged As you are Endangered in my imagination A dangerous and strange, Dangling addiction Fascination, now With power, And prowess Come now, The midnight hour is upon us [his body hung from the rafters above the studio, just one lamp left aglow—and then suddenly I had awakened, his body still and resting, sleeping quietly—although the hanged man burned into my mind; I left him quietly as I could in the loft and sat with nothing in my mind at all at the canvas, brush in hand, as if I were to draw something—but could not. It was almost as if I was frozen, or even perhaps the canvas were instead a mirror, and I the painting —though I could not know. My dearest Patrick was a broken man, and I his broken lover—the both of us an atrocity at all in shambles—I wept inwardly but not outward, as not to wake him as my tears often did, even from a deep sleep. The sun was far from rising, and though I had barely slept at all, I felt I would never sleep again—I fell at my tilted alter as the sun rose, in prayer and devastation; What had I done?] —Esha's Memoirs, the journals from The Altar You know what, kid— You've got something. I don't know what it is, But it's something. Kid? Aren't we like, the same age? No. I'll tell you what I've got I've got a seven year old kid I haven't seen in two years; I've got a sink full of dishes I've got credit card debt and school loans I've got racist neighbors, An ex husband who swears he never hit me With a brand new baby I've got Extreme back pain I've got a body only God could ever love And I've got something like 10,000 pages or more Of stuff I barely remember writing Just sitting in the Google algorithm Pushing me closer and closer to suicide Every single day I've got Sexual fantasies about celebrities for no given reason at all. I've got 800 songs that are just words I've got books I want to read just— sitting there And I've got this pain That just sits inside my soul That never goes away, ever I've got something, alright. I've got something, sure But when it comes to money I got a dollar One fucking dollar And you know what I call that? -Useless. She's dead, isn't she? You guessed it. Well, what am I supposed to do? What you always do. What is that? What is that? Swear of the palm d ore I Cannes, Atop the Eiffel You are the river that crosses my eye, The scar across my heart, The Eye, is All we are And all is one; One is all, And All are One Well, I'm quite nervous. Don't be nervous, at all, Johnny. Relax. Another John—my first, in fact. Indeed, I was once relentlessly obsessed With Johnny Depp Infatuated, if you will Whatever you want to call it. Of course, For a teenaged girl, however This sort of obsession was somewhat normal Somewhat. I had always wanted to star in movies— So much so that I began to write them. I was about 7, maybe 8 when the stories in my headed started to form as narratives— Not just stories, but words Characters and conversations— Plots. I should leave this poor Fallon boy alone. Some darkness inside of me wants him; That thing that doesn't quiet, nor does it want, Anything but what it wants— And it is, Darkness-m— That thing that lives inside of me and what is does; The thing it calls love, and calls our for The something in someone that rises it up From wherever it dwells, Deep in my soul, and into my hear, Into my thoughts, It haunts all that I must and mustn't Ponder upon A woman's cause, And a murderer of sorts, The ugly swan , who dances on ponds, Laying one one, but all of precious stones, The egg, The coveted stones of trust, And wander, Listing upon that which it feeds, Not only the bod, But its motor, It's mind, A hearty philosopher, And willful warrior, Of wit, And of talent, The strength of Astonishment A power above all, A blindness of fate; Judged by all The spectacular amongst us The famed and the damned, Acquitted of warmth and dutiful, Exquisite in awe A rarity. —The Fame Files. V.O. Coming to terms with one's death is always peaceful. All harm caused will be returned by he/she who causes it or acts in such a way as to inflict pain and hostility towards peaceful persons. Causing with intention psychological, physical, mental, or physical harm will result in the immediate karmic retaliation of such pain as inflicted on peaceful individuals; these acts of war will inhibit the actor from entering the transcendence, or developing expanded consciousness, gaining wealth, further material possessions–his own will is therefore weakened, and therefore unworthy of love himself, by the intent to cause one such pain as an act of violence or ill will. One's disruption of peace is thereby an act of cruelty, punishable beyond death–causing pain by intention to another individual in the attempt of control or manipulation, intrusion, and abuse is therefore against the laws by which the ascended abide by, and therefore cannot and will not exist beyond the ill fate of its perpetrator. Please leave me alone; I'm asking you nicely. Alright, fine. Where is it! Where is what? You know what. What? From the fountain. It wasn't me! I don't have it. And this, is why Jimmy Fallon is impenetrable. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2019-2024 | THE COMPLEX COLLECTIVE. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū.

No sympathy For the empath, either It smells of either Mescaline, or ether It's just a dream, I mean I don't need referrals to therapy Serenity and peace Is all I'm screaming for The the fourth wall's broken The worlds up in arms I pretend to hold him in my arms, As I nod off, I forgot to block the thought watchers Got my VPN on, but An EMP is what we need To get the NPCs off Fuck then all, then Turn my phone off, tune out Or just doze off I need at lease a dose of Stone, You know, But won't bother It's awful/awesome I didn't wanna write it all, At all, but I got to Cause I been moving up Like the Jefferson's in Chicago Or was that New York? Imm unsure, Puzzles, importance and crosswords I can't run on no water and pasta So I'm awkward a short-stop Or stoped stored of breath, tripped over a cross a t the crosswalk, For once I'm iconic, The Beatles I'm all four of them Need some soft porn, Or a needle in side my arm This dude is harming me I need some fuckin armor from The opposite of God It's just obnoxious, He won't stop fucking up my block I guess nobody loves him Not even his mom Guess it's my son It's just another song it sonnet, If you're reading or watching it It's the opposite of love, Not hate, It's poverty Baby's all right Brooklyn Pretty little palace of disaster Pretty little patterns of — Whatever Tantrums, smashing Jack o lanterns Shadows, Hands that attach to the strings Allowing them to dance into dreams It seems these sacred places Have been ravaged And I have not been running But I don't have any money Wise than that It's less than zero Negatives I want to kill myself again Honestly, I see a way out it just Requires being tortured By people coughing. And motorcycles I might have seen my son for the last time At age five It's finally warm outside And everything's just Reminding me I'm struggling with poverty Nothing really matters cause I don't belong here Everything is wrong I just want blonde hair, Hurry up, God Assist me with a suicide I can take pride in Not an attempt, but The only success I'll ever have At anything At all -El Al Nothing moves the same After an unrequited love becomes a tragedy Or just a movie scene I want to scream for needing to be needed Then again Could die just to be dead Could go back To just be blacklisted Or a crackhead Doing magic tricks Pass I couldn't have ever imagined This fascination as of late Or making trance But anything can happen With the light switches on and off As the kite catches headwinds Or hedwig is getting bigger by the minute That just grows out of his head, But I wish it was a wig Like Kristen Pass Yes. Breathe deep into my lungs, These scenes of things So evil seeming, even to me Lucidity becomes as dreamily Eerie, intermittently meaningless, And then suddenly, However much later, Maddeningly attractive, As I am, in fact Attached to this project As menacingly handsome and devilish as he is I've decided, it's manageable, but clashes with my Moral standards and clasps with fabrications Lay hands on me and see what happens! —-okay… “Okay” Pass! I asked to be a rockstar and showrunner On the same blood soaked candles I took blood oaths Dancing in front of the fountain At rockafeller plaza, to no applause, Of course, Drinking monsters nonstop, Ontop of my skateboard I came back late to Boston And took a plane to Vegas early the next morning But somewhere deep in my Google Drive or documents Is me under a neon sign, Which reads a name I resigned from saying Until maybe I get signed I hate him, but hey, The name of the game is Mating Season, And lately I've been craving eggs and Mayonnaise instead of protein shakes and Crayons Wax on, wax off… Pass, but that last sentence didn't make sense It did.:: Oh, Yes, it did. Promise. You do some stupid shit. Okay, so I do stupid shit. Believe me, you do some stupid shit. Okay, I believe you. Don't believe me when I tell you things like that. What the fuck, Patrick, do you mean, even? I mean what I mean, but usually just— For me. I am you, I thought. Exactly: don't believe me. Okay? I don't believe you… Just—believe me. Believe me. Oh dang. So there really is no “Jimmy Fallon” No, there isn't it's just— Poor little Jimmy Fallon… What if— There is no “if”. Nobody has to ‘agree' to this project Sign the terms of agreement For what. You'll see.. stupid little bitch. *squints* What did you just say. (Walking away, mumbling) Nothing! Fucking idiot. What did you just say?! (Yelling) I said you're a fucking idiot, Fallon! You're a fucking lDi0T: Well, okay. lol NBC is not gonna let this fly at all. No, Jimmy, you cannot do this project. Well, that's alright. I quit. You can't quit. You have a contract. I don't—I'm out of my contract: On what grounds?! Conflict of interest! That's my say, isn't it? Is it? MORGUE. I bought a network! MY NAME IS— MAaaa!! WHATTTTTTT. The show's on! [A Cold Open] L E G E N D S {Enter The Multiverse} Fuck this kid. I'm gonna kill him. Kill what. Who. FALLON. GET IN HERE. Ah. [explitive] [‘THE FALLON' gets ‘FALLONED' by ELLEN DEGENERES] ELLEN YES. FINALLY, I'm in this bitch. [And other members of ‘THE HOSTS COLLECTIVE', a high ranking team in the ILLUMINATI FOREFRONT] Well, not in the way I'm sure you'd hoped, but. Shutthefuckup! Oh wait—is she Is it “she” Is she a lesbian?! What's the “Illuminati”— We'll get back to that later. No! gross! Portia Derossi! Huh? I want to be that pretty! Well, okie. MEANWHILE, In my actual own age group… I'm older than all these hosts, anyway! Even Leno? Isn't he dead already?! Exactly! EVEN STEVENS [BEANS is now VEGAN] Why is vegan capitalized. Cause it's important. Hey buddy! Don't call me buddy. I'm edging on 40. Time flies when you're— Rapidly aging? I brought you some bacon. You what: It's farm fresh! Kooldjredalert Lie to me Try to sleep (In my arms, won't you) Try to keep the Time with My heart Beat (Heavenly) I've been living in your world for just over a month, now. I'm sorry, Fallon. That must be awful. Not too sorry— Some of this stuff is good. Just, priceless. Wouldn't trade it for the world. But I've hung my head in shame, Cause I hung myself with gratitude, Haven't you had enough? If it makes any difference at all, And I'm betting it does All I wished for a wanted and prayed Was for you to be happy I buy burners with trackers Put burn holes in sweaters The summit at the plummet, pulling forwards And backwards I've four words for parlors, For barbers and hatchets I bury the four suns, The moon arose after I left an Oscar on your alter this morning Never shall ye rest, Haven't ever then, Paid the tythe, And for the while, Immortal wife and lover, Mother daughter, Soon to call your name and number, However, The fall from the drop of polish, Of course, oil marks upon canvases Sickness and swells of my Hands upon your corset Could you collide with another? Doubtful, to that, So shall it must be List, but never to utter A mustard seed; Ground, then unground— As if planted, Simple, As the seed of laughter So then, would you By the turn of the hour, return to the one had you called Lover, A curse upon the Coerced and responsible A blonde, But worse, A pretty one For never after happens out of nowhere Now, Dissociate, Before I dissipate of Loneliness Hark, The door opens for one, A bold soldier to come, Listen lover, The stone has been Suspended, by the mirror In terror Alarmed, Cool you are now Calm, however Not abound to be lie Or below Bound by blood There you are In excelsior, Predecessor What would you want that for— The camera obscured; Why, If only, To look upon you Plastered and enlarged As you are Endangered in my imagination A dangerous and strange, Dangling addiction Fascination, now With power, And prowess Come now, The midnight hour is upon us [his body hung from the rafters above the studio, just one lamp left aglow—and then suddenly I had awakened, his body still and resting, sleeping quietly—although the hanged man burned into my mind; I left him quietly as I could in the loft and sat with nothing in my mind at all at the canvas, brush in hand, as if I were to draw something—but could not. It was almost as if I was frozen, or even perhaps the canvas were instead a mirror, and I the painting —though I could not know. My dearest Patrick was a broken man, and I his broken lover—the both of us an atrocity at all in shambles—I wept inwardly but not outward, as not to wake him as my tears often did, even from a deep sleep. The sun was far from rising, and though I had barely slept at all, I felt I would never sleep again—I fell at my tilted alter as the sun rose, in prayer and devastation; What had I done?] —Esha's Memoirs, the journals from The Altar You know what, kid— You've got something. I don't know what it is, But it's something. Kid? Aren't we like, the same age? No. I'll tell you what I've got I've got a seven year old kid I haven't seen in two years; I've got a sink full of dishes I've got credit card debt and school loans I've got racist neighbors, An ex husband who swears he never hit me With a brand new baby I've got Extreme back pain I've got a body only God could ever love And I've got something like 10,000 pages or more Of stuff I barely remember writing Just sitting in the Google algorithm Pushing me closer and closer to suicide Every single day I've got Sexual fantasies about celebrities for no given reason at all. I've got 800 songs that are just words I've got books I want to read just— sitting there And I've got this pain That just sits inside my soul That never goes away, ever I've got something, alright. I've got something, sure But when it comes to money I got a dollar One fucking dollar And you know what I call that? -Useless. She's dead, isn't she? You guessed it. Well, what am I supposed to do? What you always do. What is that? What is that? Swear of the palm d ore I Cannes, Atop the Eiffel You are the river that crosses my eye, The scar across my heart, The Eye, is All we are And all is one; One is all, And All are One Well, I'm quite nervous. Don't be nervous, at all, Johnny. Relax. Another John—my first, in fact. Indeed, I was once relentlessly obsessed With Johnny Depp Infatuated, if you will Whatever you want to call it. Of course, For a teenaged girl, however This sort of obsession was somewhat normal Somewhat. I had always wanted to star in movies— So much so that I began to write them. I was about 7, maybe 8 when the stories in my headed started to form as narratives— Not just stories, but words Characters and conversations— Plots. I should leave this poor Fallon boy alone. Some darkness inside of me wants him; That thing that doesn't quiet, nor does it want, Anything but what it wants— And it is, Darkness-m— That thing that lives inside of me and what is does; The thing it calls love, and calls our for The something in someone that rises it up From wherever it dwells, Deep in my soul, and into my hear, Into my thoughts, It haunts all that I must and mustn't Ponder upon A woman's cause, And a murderer of sorts, The ugly swan , who dances on ponds, Laying one one, but all of precious stones, The egg, The coveted stones of trust, And wander, Listing upon that which it feeds, Not only the bod, But its motor, It's mind, A hearty philosopher, And willful warrior, Of wit, And of talent, The strength of Astonishment A power above all, A blindness of fate; Judged by all The spectacular amongst us The famed and the damned, Acquitted of warmth and dutiful, Exquisite in awe A rarity. —The Fame Files. V.O. Coming to terms with one's death is always peaceful. All harm caused will be returned by he/she who causes it or acts in such a way as to inflict pain and hostility towards peaceful persons. Causing with intention psychological, physical, mental, or physical harm will result in the immediate karmic retaliation of such pain as inflicted on peaceful individuals; these acts of war will inhibit the actor from entering the transcendence, or developing expanded consciousness, gaining wealth, further material possessions–his own will is therefore weakened, and therefore unworthy of love himself, by the intent to cause one such pain as an act of violence or ill will. One's disruption of peace is thereby an act of cruelty, punishable beyond death–causing pain by intention to another individual in the attempt of control or manipulation, intrusion, and abuse is therefore against the laws by which the ascended abide by, and therefore cannot and will not exist beyond the ill fate of its perpetrator. Please leave me alone; I'm asking you nicely. Alright, fine. Where is it! Where is what? You know what. What? From the fountain. It wasn't me! I don't have it. And this, is why Jimmy Fallon is impenetrable. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2019-2024 | THE COMPLEX COLLECTIVE. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū.

No sympathy For the empath, either It smells of either Mescaline, or ether It's just a dream, I mean I don't need referrals to therapy Serenity and peace Is all I'm screaming for The the fourth wall's broken The worlds up in arms I pretend to hold him in my arms, As I nod off, I forgot to block the thought watchers Got my VPN on, but An EMP is what we need To get the NPCs off Fuck then all, then Turn my phone off, tune out Or just doze off I need at lease a dose of Stone, You know, But won't bother It's awful/awesome I didn't wanna write it all, At all, but I got to Cause I been moving up Like the Jefferson's in Chicago Or was that New York? Imm unsure, Puzzles, importance and crosswords I can't run on no water and pasta So I'm awkward a short-stop Or stoped stored of breath, tripped over a cross a t the crosswalk, For once I'm iconic, The Beatles I'm all four of them Need some soft porn, Or a needle in side my arm This dude is harming me I need some fuckin armor from The opposite of God It's just obnoxious, He won't stop fucking up my block I guess nobody loves him Not even his mom Guess it's my son It's just another song it sonnet, If you're reading or watching it It's the opposite of love, Not hate, It's poverty Baby's all right Brooklyn Pretty little palace of disaster Pretty little patterns of — Whatever Tantrums, smashing Jack o lanterns Shadows, Hands that attach to the strings Allowing them to dance into dreams It seems these sacred places Have been ravaged And I have not been running But I don't have any money Wise than that It's less than zero Negatives I want to kill myself again Honestly, I see a way out it just Requires being tortured By people coughing. And motorcycles I might have seen my son for the last time At age five It's finally warm outside And everything's just Reminding me I'm struggling with poverty Nothing really matters cause I don't belong here Everything is wrong I just want blonde hair, Hurry up, God Assist me with a suicide I can take pride in Not an attempt, but The only success I'll ever have At anything At all -El Al Nothing moves the same After an unrequited love becomes a tragedy Or just a movie scene I want to scream for needing to be needed Then again Could die just to be dead Could go back To just be blacklisted Or a crackhead Doing magic tricks Pass I couldn't have ever imagined This fascination as of late Or making trance But anything can happen With the light switches on and off As the kite catches headwinds Or hedwig is getting bigger by the minute That just grows out of his head, But I wish it was a wig Like Kristen Pass Yes. Breathe deep into my lungs, These scenes of things So evil seeming, even to me Lucidity becomes as dreamily Eerie, intermittently meaningless, And then suddenly, However much later, Maddeningly attractive, As I am, in fact Attached to this project As menacingly handsome and devilish as he is I've decided, it's manageable, but clashes with my Moral standards and clasps with fabrications Lay hands on me and see what happens! —-okay… “Okay” Pass! I asked to be a rockstar and showrunner On the same blood soaked candles I took blood oaths Dancing in front of the fountain At rockafeller plaza, to no applause, Of course, Drinking monsters nonstop, Ontop of my skateboard I came back late to Boston And took a plane to Vegas early the next morning But somewhere deep in my Google Drive or documents Is me under a neon sign, Which reads a name I resigned from saying Until maybe I get signed I hate him, but hey, The name of the game is Mating Season, And lately I've been craving eggs and Mayonnaise instead of protein shakes and Crayons Wax on, wax off… Pass, but that last sentence didn't make sense It did.:: Oh, Yes, it did. Promise. You do some stupid shit. Okay, so I do stupid shit. Believe me, you do some stupid shit. Okay, I believe you. Don't believe me when I tell you things like that. What the fuck, Patrick, do you mean, even? I mean what I mean, but usually just— For me. I am you, I thought. Exactly: don't believe me. Okay? I don't believe you… Just—believe me. Believe me. Oh dang. So there really is no “Jimmy Fallon” No, there isn't it's just— Poor little Jimmy Fallon… What if— There is no “if”. Nobody has to ‘agree' to this project Sign the terms of agreement For what. You'll see.. stupid little bitch. *squints* What did you just say. (Walking away, mumbling) Nothing! Fucking idiot. What did you just say?! (Yelling) I said you're a fucking idiot, Fallon! You're a fucking lDi0T: Well, okay. lol NBC is not gonna let this fly at all. No, Jimmy, you cannot do this project. Well, that's alright. I quit. You can't quit. You have a contract. I don't—I'm out of my contract: On what grounds?! Conflict of interest! That's my say, isn't it? Is it? MORGUE. I bought a network! MY NAME IS— MAaaa!! WHATTTTTTT. The show's on! [A Cold Open] L E G E N D S {Enter The Multiverse} Fuck this kid. I'm gonna kill him. Kill what. Who. FALLON. GET IN HERE. Ah. [explitive] [‘THE FALLON' gets ‘FALLONED' by ELLEN DEGENERES] ELLEN YES. FINALLY, I'm in this bitch. [And other members of ‘THE HOSTS COLLECTIVE', a high ranking team in the ILLUMINATI FOREFRONT] Well, not in the way I'm sure you'd hoped, but. Shutthefuckup! Oh wait—is she Is it “she” Is she a lesbian?! What's the “Illuminati”— We'll get back to that later. No! gross! Portia Derossi! Huh? I want to be that pretty! Well, okie. MEANWHILE, In my actual own age group… I'm older than all these hosts, anyway! Even Leno? Isn't he dead already?! Exactly! EVEN STEVENS [BEANS is now VEGAN] Why is vegan capitalized. Cause it's important. Hey buddy! Don't call me buddy. I'm edging on 40. Time flies when you're— Rapidly aging? I brought you some bacon. You what: It's farm fresh! Kooldjredalert Lie to me Try to sleep (In my arms, won't you) Try to keep the Time with My heart Beat (Heavenly) I've been living in your world for just over a month, now. I'm sorry, Fallon. That must be awful. Not too sorry— Some of this stuff is good. Just, priceless. Wouldn't trade it for the world. But I've hung my head in shame, Cause I hung myself with gratitude, Haven't you had enough? If it makes any difference at all, And I'm betting it does All I wished for a wanted and prayed Was for you to be happy I buy burners with trackers Put burn holes in sweaters The summit at the plummet, pulling forwards And backwards I've four words for parlors, For barbers and hatchets I bury the four suns, The moon arose after I left an Oscar on your alter this morning Never shall ye rest, Haven't ever then, Paid the tythe, And for the while, Immortal wife and lover, Mother daughter, Soon to call your name and number, However, The fall from the drop of polish, Of course, oil marks upon canvases Sickness and swells of my Hands upon your corset Could you collide with another? Doubtful, to that, So shall it must be List, but never to utter A mustard seed; Ground, then unground— As if planted, Simple, As the seed of laughter So then, would you By the turn of the hour, return to the one had you called Lover, A curse upon the Coerced and responsible A blonde, But worse, A pretty one For never after happens out of nowhere Now, Dissociate, Before I dissipate of Loneliness Hark, The door opens for one, A bold soldier to come, Listen lover, The stone has been Suspended, by the mirror In terror Alarmed, Cool you are now Calm, however Not abound to be lie Or below Bound by blood There you are In excelsior, Predecessor What would you want that for— The camera obscured; Why, If only, To look upon you Plastered and enlarged As you are Endangered in my imagination A dangerous and strange, Dangling addiction Fascination, now With power, And prowess Come now, The midnight hour is upon us [his body hung from the rafters above the studio, just one lamp left aglow—and then suddenly I had awakened, his body still and resting, sleeping quietly—although the hanged man burned into my mind; I left him quietly as I could in the loft and sat with nothing in my mind at all at the canvas, brush in hand, as if I were to draw something—but could not. It was almost as if I was frozen, or even perhaps the canvas were instead a mirror, and I the painting —though I could not know. My dearest Patrick was a broken man, and I his broken lover—the both of us an atrocity at all in shambles—I wept inwardly but not outward, as not to wake him as my tears often did, even from a deep sleep. The sun was far from rising, and though I had barely slept at all, I felt I would never sleep again—I fell at my tilted alter as the sun rose, in prayer and devastation; What had I done?] —Esha's Memoirs, the journals from The Altar You know what, kid— You've got something. I don't know what it is, But it's something. Kid? Aren't we like, the same age? No. I'll tell you what I've got I've got a seven year old kid I haven't seen in two years; I've got a sink full of dishes I've got credit card debt and school loans I've got racist neighbors, An ex husband who swears he never hit me With a brand new baby I've got Extreme back pain I've got a body only God could ever love And I've got something like 10,000 pages or more Of stuff I barely remember writing Just sitting in the Google algorithm Pushing me closer and closer to suicide Every single day I've got Sexual fantasies about celebrities for no given reason at all. I've got 800 songs that are just words I've got books I want to read just— sitting there And I've got this pain That just sits inside my soul That never goes away, ever I've got something, alright. I've got something, sure But when it comes to money I got a dollar One fucking dollar And you know what I call that? -Useless. She's dead, isn't she? You guessed it. Well, what am I supposed to do? What you always do. What is that? What is that? Swear of the palm d ore I Cannes, Atop the Eiffel You are the river that crosses my eye, The scar across my heart, The Eye, is All we are And all is one; One is all, And All are One Well, I'm quite nervous. Don't be nervous, at all, Johnny. Relax. Another John—my first, in fact. Indeed, I was once relentlessly obsessed With Johnny Depp Infatuated, if you will Whatever you want to call it. Of course, For a teenaged girl, however This sort of obsession was somewhat normal Somewhat. I had always wanted to star in movies— So much so that I began to write them. I was about 7, maybe 8 when the stories in my headed started to form as narratives— Not just stories, but words Characters and conversations— Plots. I should leave this poor Fallon boy alone. Some darkness inside of me wants him; That thing that doesn't quiet, nor does it want, Anything but what it wants— And it is, Darkness-m— That thing that lives inside of me and what is does; The thing it calls love, and calls our for The something in someone that rises it up From wherever it dwells, Deep in my soul, and into my hear, Into my thoughts, It haunts all that I must and mustn't Ponder upon A woman's cause, And a murderer of sorts, The ugly swan , who dances on ponds, Laying one one, but all of precious stones, The egg, The coveted stones of trust, And wander, Listing upon that which it feeds, Not only the bod, But its motor, It's mind, A hearty philosopher, And willful warrior, Of wit, And of talent, The strength of Astonishment A power above all, A blindness of fate; Judged by all The spectacular amongst us The famed and the damned, Acquitted of warmth and dutiful, Exquisite in awe A rarity. —The Fame Files. V.O. Coming to terms with one's death is always peaceful. All harm caused will be returned by he/she who causes it or acts in such a way as to inflict pain and hostility towards peaceful persons. Causing with intention psychological, physical, mental, or physical harm will result in the immediate karmic retaliation of such pain as inflicted on peaceful individuals; these acts of war will inhibit the actor from entering the transcendence, or developing expanded consciousness, gaining wealth, further material possessions–his own will is therefore weakened, and therefore unworthy of love himself, by the intent to cause one such pain as an act of violence or ill will. One's disruption of peace is thereby an act of cruelty, punishable beyond death–causing pain by intention to another individual in the attempt of control or manipulation, intrusion, and abuse is therefore against the laws by which the ascended abide by, and therefore cannot and will not exist beyond the ill fate of its perpetrator. Please leave me alone; I'm asking you nicely. Alright, fine. Where is it! Where is what? You know what. What? From the fountain. It wasn't me! I don't have it. And this, is why Jimmy Fallon is impenetrable. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2019-2024 | THE COMPLEX COLLECTIVE. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū.

No sympathy For the empath, either It smells of either Mescaline, or ether It's just a dream, I mean I don't need referrals to therapy Serenity and peace Is all I'm screaming for The the fourth wall's broken The worlds up in arms I pretend to hold him in my arms, As I nod off, I forgot to block the thought watchers Got my VPN on, but An EMP is what we need To get the NPCs off Fuck then all, then Turn my phone off, tune out Or just doze off I need at lease a dose of Stone, You know, But won't bother It's awful/awesome I didn't wanna write it all, At all, but I got to Cause I been moving up Like the Jefferson's in Chicago Or was that New York? Imm unsure, Puzzles, importance and crosswords I can't run on no water and pasta So I'm awkward a short-stop Or stoped stored of breath, tripped over a cross a t the crosswalk, For once I'm iconic, The Beatles I'm all four of them Need some soft porn, Or a needle in side my arm This dude is harming me I need some fuckin armor from The opposite of God It's just obnoxious, He won't stop fucking up my block I guess nobody loves him Not even his mom Guess it's my son It's just another song it sonnet, If you're reading or watching it It's the opposite of love, Not hate, It's poverty Baby's all right Brooklyn Pretty little palace of disaster Pretty little patterns of — Whatever Tantrums, smashing Jack o lanterns Shadows, Hands that attach to the strings Allowing them to dance into dreams It seems these sacred places Have been ravaged And I have not been running But I don't have any money Wise than that It's less than zero Negatives I want to kill myself again Honestly, I see a way out it just Requires being tortured By people coughing. And motorcycles I might have seen my son for the last time At age five It's finally warm outside And everything's just Reminding me I'm struggling with poverty Nothing really matters cause I don't belong here Everything is wrong I just want blonde hair, Hurry up, God Assist me with a suicide I can take pride in Not an attempt, but The only success I'll ever have At anything At all -El Al Nothing moves the same After an unrequited love becomes a tragedy Or just a movie scene I want to scream for needing to be needed Then again Could die just to be dead Could go back To just be blacklisted Or a crackhead Doing magic tricks Pass I couldn't have ever imagined This fascination as of late Or making trance But anything can happen With the light switches on and off As the kite catches headwinds Or hedwig is getting bigger by the minute That just grows out of his head, But I wish it was a wig Like Kristen Pass Yes. Breathe deep into my lungs, These scenes of things So evil seeming, even to me Lucidity becomes as dreamily Eerie, intermittently meaningless, And then suddenly, However much later, Maddeningly attractive, As I am, in fact Attached to this project As menacingly handsome and devilish as he is I've decided, it's manageable, but clashes with my Moral standards and clasps with fabrications Lay hands on me and see what happens! —-okay… “Okay” Pass! I asked to be a rockstar and showrunner On the same blood soaked candles I took blood oaths Dancing in front of the fountain At rockafeller plaza, to no applause, Of course, Drinking monsters nonstop, Ontop of my skateboard I came back late to Boston And took a plane to Vegas early the next morning But somewhere deep in my Google Drive or documents Is me under a neon sign, Which reads a name I resigned from saying Until maybe I get signed I hate him, but hey, The name of the game is Mating Season, And lately I've been craving eggs and Mayonnaise instead of protein shakes and Crayons Wax on, wax off… Pass, but that last sentence didn't make sense It did.:: Oh, Yes, it did. Promise. You do some stupid shit. Okay, so I do stupid shit. Believe me, you do some stupid shit. Okay, I believe you. Don't believe me when I tell you things like that. What the fuck, Patrick, do you mean, even? I mean what I mean, but usually just— For me. I am you, I thought. Exactly: don't believe me. Okay? I don't believe you… Just—believe me. Believe me. Oh dang. So there really is no “Jimmy Fallon” No, there isn't it's just— Poor little Jimmy Fallon… What if— There is no “if”. Nobody has to ‘agree' to this project Sign the terms of agreement For what. You'll see.. stupid little bitch. *squints* What did you just say. (Walking away, mumbling) Nothing! Fucking idiot. What did you just say?! (Yelling) I said you're a fucking idiot, Fallon! You're a fucking lDi0T: Well, okay. lol NBC is not gonna let this fly at all. No, Jimmy, you cannot do this project. Well, that's alright. I quit. You can't quit. You have a contract. I don't—I'm out of my contract: On what grounds?! Conflict of interest! That's my say, isn't it? Is it? MORGUE. I bought a network! MY NAME IS— MAaaa!! WHATTTTTTT. The show's on! [A Cold Open] L E G E N D S {Enter The Multiverse} Fuck this kid. I'm gonna kill him. Kill what. Who. FALLON. GET IN HERE. Ah. [explitive] [‘THE FALLON' gets ‘FALLONED' by ELLEN DEGENERES] ELLEN YES. FINALLY, I'm in this bitch. [And other members of ‘THE HOSTS COLLECTIVE', a high ranking team in the ILLUMINATI FOREFRONT] Well, not in the way I'm sure you'd hoped, but. Shutthefuckup! Oh wait—is she Is it “she” Is she a lesbian?! What's the “Illuminati”— We'll get back to that later. No! gross! Portia Derossi! Huh? I want to be that pretty! Well, okie. MEANWHILE, In my actual own age group… I'm older than all these hosts, anyway! Even Leno? Isn't he dead already?! Exactly! EVEN STEVENS [BEANS is now VEGAN] Why is vegan capitalized. Cause it's important. Hey buddy! Don't call me buddy. I'm edging on 40. Time flies when you're— Rapidly aging? I brought you some bacon. You what: It's farm fresh! Kooldjredalert Lie to me Try to sleep (In my arms, won't you) Try to keep the Time with My heart Beat (Heavenly) I've been living in your world for just over a month, now. I'm sorry, Fallon. That must be awful. Not too sorry— Some of this stuff is good. Just, priceless. Wouldn't trade it for the world. But I've hung my head in shame, Cause I hung myself with gratitude, Haven't you had enough? If it makes any difference at all, And I'm betting it does All I wished for a wanted and prayed Was for you to be happy I buy burners with trackers Put burn holes in sweaters The summit at the plummet, pulling forwards And backwards I've four words for parlors, For barbers and hatchets I bury the four suns, The moon arose after I left an Oscar on your alter this morning Never shall ye rest, Haven't ever then, Paid the tythe, And for the while, Immortal wife and lover, Mother daughter, Soon to call your name and number, However, The fall from the drop of polish, Of course, oil marks upon canvases Sickness and swells of my Hands upon your corset Could you collide with another? Doubtful, to that, So shall it must be List, but never to utter A mustard seed; Ground, then unground— As if planted, Simple, As the seed of laughter So then, would you By the turn of the hour, return to the one had you called Lover, A curse upon the Coerced and responsible A blonde, But worse, A pretty one For never after happens out of nowhere Now, Dissociate, Before I dissipate of Loneliness Hark, The door opens for one, A bold soldier to come, Listen lover, The stone has been Suspended, by the mirror In terror Alarmed, Cool you are now Calm, however Not abound to be lie Or below Bound by blood There you are In excelsior, Predecessor What would you want that for— The camera obscured; Why, If only, To look upon you Plastered and enlarged As you are Endangered in my imagination A dangerous and strange, Dangling addiction Fascination, now With power, And prowess Come now, The midnight hour is upon us [his body hung from the rafters above the studio, just one lamp left aglow—and then suddenly I had awakened, his body still and resting, sleeping quietly—although the hanged man burned into my mind; I left him quietly as I could in the loft and sat with nothing in my mind at all at the canvas, brush in hand, as if I were to draw something—but could not. It was almost as if I was frozen, or even perhaps the canvas were instead a mirror, and I the painting —though I could not know. My dearest Patrick was a broken man, and I his broken lover—the both of us an atrocity at all in shambles—I wept inwardly but not outward, as not to wake him as my tears often did, even from a deep sleep. The sun was far from rising, and though I had barely slept at all, I felt I would never sleep again—I fell at my tilted alter as the sun rose, in prayer and devastation; What had I done?] —Esha's Memoirs, the journals from The Altar You know what, kid— You've got something. I don't know what it is, But it's something. Kid? Aren't we like, the same age? No. I'll tell you what I've got I've got a seven year old kid I haven't seen in two years; I've got a sink full of dishes I've got credit card debt and school loans I've got racist neighbors, An ex husband who swears he never hit me With a brand new baby I've got Extreme back pain I've got a body only God could ever love And I've got something like 10,000 pages or more Of stuff I barely remember writing Just sitting in the Google algorithm Pushing me closer and closer to suicide Every single day I've got Sexual fantasies about celebrities for no given reason at all. I've got 800 songs that are just words I've got books I want to read just— sitting there And I've got this pain That just sits inside my soul That never goes away, ever I've got something, alright. I've got something, sure But when it comes to money I got a dollar One fucking dollar And you know what I call that? -Useless. She's dead, isn't she? You guessed it. Well, what am I supposed to do? What you always do. What is that? What is that? Swear of the palm d ore I Cannes, Atop the Eiffel You are the river that crosses my eye, The scar across my heart, The Eye, is All we are And all is one; One is all, And All are One Well, I'm quite nervous. Don't be nervous, at all, Johnny. Relax. Another John—my first, in fact. Indeed, I was once relentlessly obsessed With Johnny Depp Infatuated, if you will Whatever you want to call it. Of course, For a teenaged girl, however This sort of obsession was somewhat normal Somewhat. I had always wanted to star in movies— So much so that I began to write them. I was about 7, maybe 8 when the stories in my headed started to form as narratives— Not just stories, but words Characters and conversations— Plots. I should leave this poor Fallon boy alone. Some darkness inside of me wants him; That thing that doesn't quiet, nor does it want, Anything but what it wants— And it is, Darkness-m— That thing that lives inside of me and what is does; The thing it calls love, and calls our for The something in someone that rises it up From wherever it dwells, Deep in my soul, and into my hear, Into my thoughts, It haunts all that I must and mustn't Ponder upon A woman's cause, And a murderer of sorts, The ugly swan , who dances on ponds, Laying one one, but all of precious stones, The egg, The coveted stones of trust, And wander, Listing upon that which it feeds, Not only the bod, But its motor, It's mind, A hearty philosopher, And willful warrior, Of wit, And of talent, The strength of Astonishment A power above all, A blindness of fate; Judged by all The spectacular amongst us The famed and the damned, Acquitted of warmth and dutiful, Exquisite in awe A rarity. —The Fame Files. V.O. Coming to terms with one's death is always peaceful. All harm caused will be returned by he/she who causes it or acts in such a way as to inflict pain and hostility towards peaceful persons. Causing with intention psychological, physical, mental, or physical harm will result in the immediate karmic retaliation of such pain as inflicted on peaceful individuals; these acts of war will inhibit the actor from entering the transcendence, or developing expanded consciousness, gaining wealth, further material possessions–his own will is therefore weakened, and therefore unworthy of love himself, by the intent to cause one such pain as an act of violence or ill will. One's disruption of peace is thereby an act of cruelty, punishable beyond death–causing pain by intention to another individual in the attempt of control or manipulation, intrusion, and abuse is therefore against the laws by which the ascended abide by, and therefore cannot and will not exist beyond the ill fate of its perpetrator. Please leave me alone; I'm asking you nicely. Alright, fine. Where is it! Where is what? You know what. What? From the fountain. It wasn't me! I don't have it. And this, is why Jimmy Fallon is impenetrable. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2019-2024 | THE COMPLEX COLLECTIVE. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū.

No sympathy For the empath, either It smells of either Mescaline, or ether It's just a dream, I mean I don't need referrals to therapy Serenity and peace Is all I'm screaming for The the fourth wall's broken The worlds up in arms I pretend to hold him in my arms, As I nod off, I forgot to block the thought watchers Got my VPN on, but An EMP is what we need To get the NPCs off Fuck then all, then Turn my phone off, tune out Or just doze off I need at lease a dose of Stone, You know, But won't bother It's awful/awesome I didn't wanna write it all, At all, but I got to Cause I been moving up Like the Jefferson's in Chicago Or was that New York? Imm unsure, Puzzles, importance and crosswords I can't run on no water and pasta So I'm awkward a short-stop Or stoped stored of breath, tripped over a cross a t the crosswalk, For once I'm iconic, The Beatles I'm all four of them Need some soft porn, Or a needle in side my arm This dude is harming me I need some fuckin armor from The opposite of God It's just obnoxious, He won't stop fucking up my block I guess nobody loves him Not even his mom Guess it's my son It's just another song it sonnet, If you're reading or watching it It's the opposite of love, Not hate, It's poverty Baby's all right Brooklyn Pretty little palace of disaster Pretty little patterns of — Whatever Tantrums, smashing Jack o lanterns Shadows, Hands that attach to the strings Allowing them to dance into dreams It seems these sacred places Have been ravaged And I have not been running But I don't have any money Wise than that It's less than zero Negatives I want to kill myself again Honestly, I see a way out it just Requires being tortured By people coughing. And motorcycles I might have seen my son for the last time At age five It's finally warm outside And everything's just Reminding me I'm struggling with poverty Nothing really matters cause I don't belong here Everything is wrong I just want blonde hair, Hurry up, God Assist me with a suicide I can take pride in Not an attempt, but The only success I'll ever have At anything At all -El Al Nothing moves the same After an unrequited love becomes a tragedy Or just a movie scene I want to scream for needing to be needed Then again Could die just to be dead Could go back To just be blacklisted Or a crackhead Doing magic tricks Pass I couldn't have ever imagined This fascination as of late Or making trance But anything can happen With the light switches on and off As the kite catches headwinds Or hedwig is getting bigger by the minute That just grows out of his head, But I wish it was a wig Like Kristen Pass Yes. Breathe deep into my lungs, These scenes of things So evil seeming, even to me Lucidity becomes as dreamily Eerie, intermittently meaningless, And then suddenly, However much later, Maddeningly attractive, As I am, in fact Attached to this project As menacingly handsome and devilish as he is I've decided, it's manageable, but clashes with my Moral standards and clasps with fabrications Lay hands on me and see what happens! —-okay… “Okay” Pass! I asked to be a rockstar and showrunner On the same blood soaked candles I took blood oaths Dancing in front of the fountain At rockafeller plaza, to no applause, Of course, Drinking monsters nonstop, Ontop of my skateboard I came back late to Boston And took a plane to Vegas early the next morning But somewhere deep in my Google Drive or documents Is me under a neon sign, Which reads a name I resigned from saying Until maybe I get signed I hate him, but hey, The name of the game is Mating Season, And lately I've been craving eggs and Mayonnaise instead of protein shakes and Crayons Wax on, wax off… Pass, but that last sentence didn't make sense It did.:: Oh, Yes, it did. Promise. You do some stupid shit. Okay, so I do stupid shit. Believe me, you do some stupid shit. Okay, I believe you. Don't believe me when I tell you things like that. What the fuck, Patrick, do you mean, even? I mean what I mean, but usually just— For me. I am you, I thought. Exactly: don't believe me. Okay? I don't believe you… Just—believe me. Believe me. Oh dang. So there really is no “Jimmy Fallon” No, there isn't it's just— Poor little Jimmy Fallon… What if— There is no “if”. Nobody has to ‘agree' to this project Sign the terms of agreement For what. You'll see.. stupid little bitch. *squints* What did you just say. (Walking away, mumbling) Nothing! Fucking idiot. What did you just say?! (Yelling) I said you're a fucking idiot, Fallon! You're a fucking lDi0T: Well, okay. lol NBC is not gonna let this fly at all. No, Jimmy, you cannot do this project. Well, that's alright. I quit. You can't quit. You have a contract. I don't—I'm out of my contract: On what grounds?! Conflict of interest! That's my say, isn't it? Is it? MORGUE. I bought a network! MY NAME IS— MAaaa!! WHATTTTTTT. The show's on! [A Cold Open] L E G E N D S {Enter The Multiverse} Fuck this kid. I'm gonna kill him. Kill what. Who. FALLON. GET IN HERE. Ah. [explitive] [‘THE FALLON' gets ‘FALLONED' by ELLEN DEGENERES] ELLEN YES. FINALLY, I'm in this bitch. [And other members of ‘THE HOSTS COLLECTIVE', a high ranking team in the ILLUMINATI FOREFRONT] Well, not in the way I'm sure you'd hoped, but. Shutthefuckup! Oh wait—is she Is it “she” Is she a lesbian?! What's the “Illuminati”— We'll get back to that later. No! gross! Portia Derossi! Huh? I want to be that pretty! Well, okie. MEANWHILE, In my actual own age group… I'm older than all these hosts, anyway! Even Leno? Isn't he dead already?! Exactly! EVEN STEVENS [BEANS is now VEGAN] Why is vegan capitalized. Cause it's important. Hey buddy! Don't call me buddy. I'm edging on 40. Time flies when you're— Rapidly aging? I brought you some bacon. You what: It's farm fresh! Kooldjredalert Lie to me Try to sleep (In my arms, won't you) Try to keep the Time with My heart Beat (Heavenly) I've been living in your world for just over a month, now. I'm sorry, Fallon. That must be awful. Not too sorry— Some of this stuff is good. Just, priceless. Wouldn't trade it for the world. But I've hung my head in shame, Cause I hung myself with gratitude, Haven't you had enough? If it makes any difference at all, And I'm betting it does All I wished for a wanted and prayed Was for you to be happy I buy burners with trackers Put burn holes in sweaters The summit at the plummet, pulling forwards And backwards I've four words for parlors, For barbers and hatchets I bury the four suns, The moon arose after I left an Oscar on your alter this morning Never shall ye rest, Haven't ever then, Paid the tythe, And for the while, Immortal wife and lover, Mother daughter, Soon to call your name and number, However, The fall from the drop of polish, Of course, oil marks upon canvases Sickness and swells of my Hands upon your corset Could you collide with another? Doubtful, to that, So shall it must be List, but never to utter A mustard seed; Ground, then unground— As if planted, Simple, As the seed of laughter So then, would you By the turn of the hour, return to the one had you called Lover, A curse upon the Coerced and responsible A blonde, But worse, A pretty one For never after happens out of nowhere Now, Dissociate, Before I dissipate of Loneliness Hark, The door opens for one, A bold soldier to come, Listen lover, The stone has been Suspended, by the mirror In terror Alarmed, Cool you are now Calm, however Not abound to be lie Or below Bound by blood There you are In excelsior, Predecessor What would you want that for— The camera obscured; Why, If only, To look upon you Plastered and enlarged As you are Endangered in my imagination A dangerous and strange, Dangling addiction Fascination, now With power, And prowess Come now, The midnight hour is upon us [his body hung from the rafters above the studio, just one lamp left aglow—and then suddenly I had awakened, his body still and resting, sleeping quietly—although the hanged man burned into my mind; I left him quietly as I could in the loft and sat with nothing in my mind at all at the canvas, brush in hand, as if I were to draw something—but could not. It was almost as if I was frozen, or even perhaps the canvas were instead a mirror, and I the painting —though I could not know. My dearest Patrick was a broken man, and I his broken lover—the both of us an atrocity at all in shambles—I wept inwardly but not outward, as not to wake him as my tears often did, even from a deep sleep. The sun was far from rising, and though I had barely slept at all, I felt I would never sleep again—I fell at my tilted alter as the sun rose, in prayer and devastation; What had I done?] —Esha's Memoirs, the journals from The Altar You know what, kid— You've got something. I don't know what it is, But it's something. Kid? Aren't we like, the same age? No. I'll tell you what I've got I've got a seven year old kid I haven't seen in two years; I've got a sink full of dishes I've got credit card debt and school loans I've got racist neighbors, An ex husband who swears he never hit me With a brand new baby I've got Extreme back pain I've got a body only God could ever love And I've got something like 10,000 pages or more Of stuff I barely remember writing Just sitting in the Google algorithm Pushing me closer and closer to suicide Every single day I've got Sexual fantasies about celebrities for no given reason at all. I've got 800 songs that are just words I've got books I want to read just— sitting there And I've got this pain That just sits inside my soul That never goes away, ever I've got something, alright. I've got something, sure But when it comes to money I got a dollar One fucking dollar And you know what I call that? -Useless. She's dead, isn't she? You guessed it. Well, what am I supposed to do? What you always do. What is that? What is that? Swear of the palm d ore I Cannes, Atop the Eiffel You are the river that crosses my eye, The scar across my heart, The Eye, is All we are And all is one; One is all, And All are One Well, I'm quite nervous. Don't be nervous, at all, Johnny. Relax. Another John—my first, in fact. Indeed, I was once relentlessly obsessed With Johnny Depp Infatuated, if you will Whatever you want to call it. Of course, For a teenaged girl, however This sort of obsession was somewhat normal Somewhat. I had always wanted to star in movies— So much so that I began to write them. I was about 7, maybe 8 when the stories in my headed started to form as narratives— Not just stories, but words Characters and conversations— Plots. I should leave this poor Fallon boy alone. Some darkness inside of me wants him; That thing that doesn't quiet, nor does it want, Anything but what it wants— And it is, Darkness-m— That thing that lives inside of me and what is does; The thing it calls love, and calls our for The something in someone that rises it up From wherever it dwells, Deep in my soul, and into my hear, Into my thoughts, It haunts all that I must and mustn't Ponder upon A woman's cause, And a murderer of sorts, The ugly swan , who dances on ponds, Laying one one, but all of precious stones, The egg, The coveted stones of trust, And wander, Listing upon that which it feeds, Not only the bod, But its motor, It's mind, A hearty philosopher, And willful warrior, Of wit, And of talent, The strength of Astonishment A power above all, A blindness of fate; Judged by all The spectacular amongst us The famed and the damned, Acquitted of warmth and dutiful, Exquisite in awe A rarity. —The Fame Files. V.O. Coming to terms with one's death is always peaceful. All harm caused will be returned by he/she who causes it or acts in such a way as to inflict pain and hostility towards peaceful persons. Causing with intention psychological, physical, mental, or physical harm will result in the immediate karmic retaliation of such pain as inflicted on peaceful individuals; these acts of war will inhibit the actor from entering the transcendence, or developing expanded consciousness, gaining wealth, further material possessions–his own will is therefore weakened, and therefore unworthy of love himself, by the intent to cause one such pain as an act of violence or ill will. One's disruption of peace is thereby an act of cruelty, punishable beyond death–causing pain by intention to another individual in the attempt of control or manipulation, intrusion, and abuse is therefore against the laws by which the ascended abide by, and therefore cannot and will not exist beyond the ill fate of its perpetrator. Please leave me alone; I'm asking you nicely. Alright, fine. Where is it! Where is what? You know what. What? From the fountain. It wasn't me! I don't have it. And this, is why Jimmy Fallon is impenetrable. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2019-2024 | THE COMPLEX COLLECTIVE. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū.

Amy Cram Helwich is the Executive Director of the Minnesota Urban Debate League talked with Vineeta on The WCCO Morning News today about keeping the Debate Program alive in St. Paul.

Amy Cram Helwich is the Executive Director of the Minnesota Urban Debate League talked with Vineeta on The WCCO Morning News today about keeping the Debate Program alive in St. Paul.

Sup Bro Session IPA One Well Brewing is a Session IPA by style. Gluten Reduced Session IPA. This craft beer is 4.6% ABV. In this craft beer review, we will take a look at the color, smell, and taste.

Series: Drawing Closer To GodService: Sun PMType: Gospel MeetingSpeaker: Leland Ping

Tricia Lambert and Jeff Hurtak describe some spiritual characteristics of generations, from Boomers through Gen Alpha and then discuss: how might we all better invest in and care for people of generations other than our own?

Interview with Arthur Halleran, President & CEO of Trillion Energy (CSE: TCF)Trillion Energy is focused on natural gas production for Europe and Turkey with natural gas assets in Turkiye and Bulgaria. The Company is 49% owner of the SASB natural gas field, one of the Black Sea's first and largest-scale natural gas development projects; a 19.6% (except three wells with 9.8%) interest in the Cendere oil field; and in Bulgaria, the Vranino 1-11 block, a prospective unconventional natural gas property. 

The party has found Matorca under siege and is in the underhive to help buy the cities defenders more time before heading to Skavenblight. This episode is sponsored by Loadboost and FanRoll! Follow the links below to support the pod and use code "dice" at checkout for 10% off supplements and dice! https://vitaliboost.com/discount/Dice https://metallicdicegames.com/ref/2534/ Find more Dropped Dice: https://linktr.ee/droppeddice

In today's hyper-connected world, it's almost impossible to avoid the constant flood of news, whether it's coming from our TVs, phones, or computers. So give your brain a break and cast your mind back to a time when news was just another segment on TV, and the idea of a 24-hour news cycle was almost unheard of – that is, until one small toddler in Midland, Texas, took an unexpected fall in her backyard…Rob teaches Ray about the harrowing tale of Baby Jessica McClure, and how the broadcast of her rescue glued audiences to their screens; earlier examples of news stories that also captured the nation; the wonderful, and also tragic, outcomes for both for Jessica's family and for those involved in her rescue; Ray's recommendation for a new HGTV show; and how Baby Jessica's story may have set the stage for the today's world of news bombardment and public scrutiny.If you like what we are doing, please support us on Patreon.TEAMRay HebelRobert W. SchneiderMark SchroederBilly RecceDaniel SchwartzbergGabe CrawfordNatalie DeSaviaARTICLESEPISODE CLIPSAbc News - Baby Jessica Rescue - 1987Jessica McClure Rescue (Cbs) 10–16–87Baby Jessica: 30 Years After Being Rescued From the Well | PeopleTVEverybody's Baby the Rescue of Jessica McClure 1989 Abc Sunday Night Movie PromoADDITIONAL MUSIC & SOUND EFFECTS“Happy Bee”• Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com)• Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 3.0• http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/Additional Sound Effects from Final Cut Pro, iLife, and Logic Pro

If you want to educate and inspire your kids about environmental issues, but you don't know where to start, this is the episode for you! To celebrate World Water Day, award winning author Rochelle Strauss joins us to talk about her latest book, The Global Ocean. She takes us through how to balance environmental messages with messages of hope and change, so that our kids can make connections and feel inspired.  Following on from the worldwide success of her books Tree of Life and One Well (which has sold more than 500,000 copies!), The Global Ocean can be found at your local bookseller and at all major bookstores. Follow Rochelle on her website and on Instagram  Connect with us on Instagram for more tips @getoutsidewithkids Check out our website for our favourite gear to get outside!

I heard a coach recently talking about how "I help" statements weren't necessary. But everywhere you look, people are sharing these statements! So what's the big deal?   Are "I help" statements really needed? Or are they just another thing that coaches tell us to create and then they sit there gathering dust? I'm sharing my thoughts on this on today's episode, and I don't hold back!   Plus, I've got 3 tips to write an elevator pitch well so you'll know how to create an "I help" statement for your business!   Happy Listening! Sarah   Join the Faith-Filled Business Facebook Community: Faith-Filled Business | Facebook   Grab your FREE Biblical Marketing Blueprint: www.sarahbeisel.com/blueprint   Contact me: hello@sarahbeisel.com

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Too many business owners make light of the word "blogging" because it sounds so... casual. But, as I reveal in this episode, it's quite the opposite! One strategic blog can skyrocket your daily leads and sales over time, and give you YEARS of consistent growth. The reason most people don't tap into the power of blogging for your business? It's not flashy. It's not immediate. It feels like a flop when it first goes out! But you've got to trust the process, and get the skills you're missing, in order to get to the pinnacle of success you're desiring – without the burnout. Learn all about how well-written blogs build ideal lead sources in this episode.   Don't forget to send in your question for the podcast if you have one for us to answer!   * Book your free call with our expert content marketing team: https://contenthacker.com/call * See all episodes: https://contenthacker.com/podcast/   * Learn more about Content Hacker at https://contenthacker.com/ * Liked/enjoyed this episode? Rate & review in the platform you listen in!

In this exciting episode, I have the pleasure of speaking with Alexi Monville, chief of Staff for the CTO at Red Hat. Alexei shares with us his philosophy on OKRs and why he feels they are so valuable to any organization. He speaks about how OKRs provide great to people to do their best work, with the right direction being well defined. I really liked Alexis insight about an organization's journey and how they learn and improve their formulation of OKRs as they become more aware of how to think about the outcome they want to achieve and how the power of just one well stated objective can be truly, truly compelling. Lastly, we speak about the involvement of senior leadership and the agile nature of OKRs. This episode is filled with great stories, excellent insight and amazing takeaways.

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“Forget not then, my child, the teaching I give thee. Lock these words of mine close to thy bosom. Long years they shall bring to thee of life well spent.” (Knox translation of Proverbs 3:1-2) May God bless you as you engage in worship. Please feel free to leave feedback/comments to let us know you joined in worship. If you’d like to contribute to the ongoing ministry of Two Rivers Community Church of the Nazarene please use this link: paypal.com/us/fundraiser/charity/64291

One Well Wizards Wacky Water Lime is a hard seltzer by style. This lemon-lime seltzer brings an effervescent, life-giving freshness to the table, that you absolutely must try. This hard seltzer is 4.5% ABV. In this review, we will take a look at the color, smell, and taste.

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We have learned that Professional football was first organized and NFL started as the American Professional Football Association after a September meeting at a car dealer in Canton, Ohio. We also know that the NFL didn't have a title game until 1933. What if there was a National Football League and a championship tournament played in 1902? Well kind of... We are very thankful, honored, and humbled to be placed in the top spot of American Football History Podcasts by https://blog.feedspot.com/american_football_history_podcasts/ (Feedspot.com!) it is you the listeners and our fantastic expert guests that take us to these heights. Thank you! Miss our football by the day of the year podcasts, well don't because they can still be found at the https://pigskindispatch.com/ (Pigskin Dispatch website). Come join us at the https://pigskindispatch.com/ (Pigskin Dispatch website) to see even more Positive football news! Sign up to get daily football history headlines in your email inbox @ https://pigskindispatch.com/home/Email-subscriber (Email-subscriber) Go to https://my.captivate.fm/SportsHistoryNetwork.com/Row1 (SportsHistoryNetwork.com/Row1 )for access to the full Row One catalog for gallery prints and gift items. Plus, get a 15% discount off all prints on the Row One Pictorem Gallery with coupon code SHN15. Get a free one week subscription to Newspapers.com by visiting http://SportsHistoryNetwork.com/newspapers (SportsHistoryNetwork.com/newspapers). And with a paid subscription, you'll also be helping to support the production of this and other Sports History Network shows.  We also feature great music by Mike and Gene Monroe along with Jason Neff & great graphics from time to time from the folks at http://www.gridiron-uniforms.com/GUD/controller/controller.php?action=main (Gridiron-Uniform Database). Want more Sports History delivered to your ears, come see this podcast and many more at the https://sportshistorynetwork.com/ (Sports History Network - The Headquarters of Sports' Yesteryear!) We would like to thank the https://footballfoundation.org/ (National Football Foundation), https://www.profootballhof.com/players/ (Pro Football Hall of Fame), https://www.onthisday.com/ (On this day.com) and https://www.pro-football-reference.com/ (Pro Football Reference) Websites for the information shared with you today. Support this podcast

Join Mandi Kerr and Curtis Shuck, in this episode of Moving ^HEMP Forward. Curtis is the Chairman of the Well Done Foundation. Its vision came together during the Summer of 2019 after visiting the legacy Kevin-Sunburst Oilfield in Northern Montana and seeing firsthand the impacts of Orphan and Abandoned Oil & Gas Wells on the industry, communities, and the environment. That encounter left such a strong impression that Curtis felt compelled to take immediate action by leaving the oil patch better than the way that he had found it. Knowing that there was a better way and wanting to develop a collaborative approach to address the Orphan Well problem on a “One Well at a Time” basis in Montana, as well as launching a National Campaign, Curtis set out organizing the Well Done Foundation as a 501(c)(3) nonprofit. Since 2019 the WDF, made possible through the support of many generous donors and corporate sponsors, has plugged ten (10) orphan oil & gas wells in Montana, permanently reducing harmful Methane Gas emissions (80X more harmful than Carbon Dioxide) by more than 500,000 metric tons of CO2e. For the past 30+ years, Curtis has passionately focused his extensive public service and private sector careers on Oil and Energy-related transportation project development, capital project delivery, and business development activities in the Pacific Northwest and the Mid‐Continent. After nearly 20 years in the public sector, Curtis joined Red River Oilfield Services, Inc. in Williston, North Dakota as Vice President of Business Development in February of 2015 with a focus on the strategic development of Red River's business portfolio. His primary responsibility was the growth and diversification of its transportation and logistics programs and assets supporting the Bakken Oilfield. Curtis went on to take the role of President of Red River Oilfield Services, managing the company during the strong economic headwinds of the market downturn that drove a focus on optimization, strategic partnerships, and customer service initiatives. For this morning, they'll talk about: 1. The Well Done Mission 2. Development of Industrial Hemp as a WDF cement additive 3. Montana Technical University Research Project 4. Some next steps for Industrial Hemp in the Oil & Gas Industry

Join Mandi Kerr and Curtis Shuck, in this episode of Moving ^HEMP Forward. Curtis is the Chairman of the Well Done Foundation. Its vision came together during the Summer of 2019 after visiting the legacy Kevin-Sunburst Oilfield in Northern Montana and seeing firsthand the impacts of Orphan and Abandoned Oil & Gas Wells on the industry, communities, and the environment. That encounter left such a strong impression that Curtis felt compelled to take immediate action by leaving the oil patch better than the way that he had found it. Knowing that there was a better way and wanting to develop a collaborative approach to address the Orphan Well problem on a “One Well at a Time” basis in Montana, as well as launching a National Campaign, Curtis set out organizing the Well Done Foundation as a 501(c)(3) nonprofit. Since 2019 the WDF, made possible through the support of many generous donors and corporate sponsors, has plugged ten (10) orphan oil & gas wells in Montana, permanently reducing harmful Methane Gas emissions (80X more harmful than Carbon Dioxide) by more than 500,000 metric tons of CO2e. For the past 30+ years, Curtis has passionately focused his extensive public service and private sector careers on Oil and Energy-related transportation project development, capital project delivery, and business development activities in the Pacific Northwest and the Mid‐Continent. After nearly 20 years in the public sector, Curtis joined Red River Oilfield Services, Inc. in Williston, North Dakota as Vice President of Business Development in February of 2015 with a focus on the strategic development of Red River's business portfolio. His primary responsibility was the growth and diversification of its transportation and logistics programs and assets supporting the Bakken Oilfield. Curtis went on to take the role of President of Red River Oilfield Services, managing the company during the strong economic headwinds of the market downturn that drove a focus on optimization, strategic partnerships, and customer service initiatives. For this morning, they'll talk about: 1. The Well Done Mission 2. Development of Industrial Hemp as a WDF cement additive 3. Montana Technical University Research Project 4. Some next steps for Industrial Hemp in the Oil & Gas Industry

Helium is a high tech gas, with many uses in multiple high tech applications: MRI Magnets, Fibre Optic Cables for High Speed Internet, Airbags, Hard Drives, Chips in our Electronics, Cleaning Rocket Fuel Tanks. The list is varied and demand is inelastic. They don't function without Helium and world is in short supply, but Royal Helium is quickly proving that they may be the solution. They have made a discovery, a big one; and in in just one well, and may have already proven up 500 billion cubic feet of inert gas. One Well. One Zone. Over a Million acres of prospective Helium still to be explored. Royal Helium aimed to deliver a minimum of 1 trillion cubic feet (Tcf) of total inert gas into the market, and this discovery clearly demonstrates they are on their way. With economic concentrations ranging from 0.33% to 0.94%, Royal has a real possibility of commencing production by the end of the year. What is extraordinarily supportive of this endeavor is the Government of Saskatchewan's recent announcement: The Saskatchewan Government Helium Action Plan - Province Aims to Supply 10% of Global Helium Market Share by 2030 Clearly the Government believes in the future of Helium in Saskatchewan with these objectives: * Become a world leader in helium production and export * Increase production through an additional 150-plus dedicated helium wells * Building up to 15 helium purification and liquefaction facilities * Generate annual helium exports worth more than $500 million Royal Helium may just be the company to aid in Saskatchewan's mission to become a global leader in the Helium business. Royal has discovered a 40m zone in Climax 3 and tested, cored and recovered the rock to test porosity to see how the gas flows. Expecting to find something similar in Climax 4, they actually found something bigger, much bigger. A zone 120m thick. About the size of twelve story building, containing elevated concentrations of Helium suitable for production. A normal producing area is considered high within a 5 meter range. Royal has a discovery multiples of the global average and they are still very early in their exploration process. Sit back and enjoy this #SmallCap discovery as Andrew Davidson, CEO & Chairman of Royal Helium RHC: TSXV explains how Royal is putting Saskatchewan on the map and how the Province of Saskatchewan has stepped up in a big way recognizing the potential Royal Helium can assist them in their mandate to provide 10% of Global Helium Supply.

Building a successful community is about building a forum where everybody's development is not just recognized, but nourished. This key principle is what makes the Adobe Experience League such a success. In this episode, I interview Keith Buchanan, Adobe's Experience League Community Architect, about the many key functions a well-run customer engagement community can perform. Join us as we discuss: Keith's journey to becoming a Community Architect The inner workings and many functions of well-run communities Community management when things don't go according to plan What makes Adobe's Experience League such a success Check out these resources we mentioned during the podcast: Adobe's Experience League Adobe Experience League Community Hub To hear more interviews like this one, subscribe to Titans of Customer Engagement on Audible, Spotify, or your preferred podcast platform. Listening on a desktop & can't see the links? Just search for Titans of Customer Engagement in your favorite podcast player.

We sample 4 beers from One Well Brewery out of Kalamazoo MI 1 // Ripped Right // New England/Hazy IPA 2 // Only Gose To Show // Traditional Gose Sour […]

A Sunday PM Sermon by Leland Ping.

Carrie sits down with another neighbor, Berta Hawley, to hear about her journey towards graduating high school. This may be a simple task for some, but when it comes to the debilitating health issues & traumatic home life Berta's experienced her entire life, Berta had any number of reasons to stop fighting for her diploma. She's faced all of it with grit and grace, and you'll be so inspired by her story. // to further support Carrie in continuing this project: www.patreon.com/ichoosegrit

Ralph & Chris speak with erotic writer Megan Hussey.Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/LNVpodcast -- Please Like!Twitter: https://twitter.com/LickingNonv -- Please follow!Email: lickingnonvanilla@gmail.comSupport this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/licking-non-vanilla/donations

Born and based in Seattle, Raven Juarez is a contemporary native artist, teacher, and presenter. Juarez attended Sarah Lawrence College in Bronxville, NY and spent a year abroad in Florence, Italy, to study painting, drawing, print-making as well as Italian art and film history. She graduated in 2013 with a BA in the liberal arts, with concentrations in Child Psychology/Development and Visual Arts. Raven's work is characterized by intricate designs blending the abstract into symbolic meaning to tell her stories. Created in a process Raven describes as “conversations with herself”, her pieces offer a glimpse into her subconscious and conscious wantings, wonderings, memories, and dreams.  In 2015, her first solo exhibition, Don't Touch, was in Brooklyn, NY, at The One Well in Greenpoint. Since returning to the Pacific North West, Juarez's recent work has been shown in Tacoma and Seattle.

One Well Brewing Centennial Falcon is a Double IPA by style. Centennial Falcon is a Double I PA Hoppy Beer with fruity aromatic notes with tons of hop flavors. The piney flavor combines with the malt to create a wonderful beer. This craft beer is 8.3% ABV and 90 IBUs. In this craft beer review, we will take a look at the color, smell, and taste.

#242: One Well Widow with Kathi Balasek   Today we are speaking with University Lecturer, Coach and Speaker, Kathi Balasek.  Kathi founded One Well Widow and also lectures at the University training new teachers and coaches.  A love of teaching and experience becoming a young widow raising 5 children, she has blended the two in her purpose to empower widows and advocate for them moving forward to rebuild their life.   A widow CAN move forward in ALL things!In this episode we discuss: 1) The spectrum of emotions that a widow can experience from relationships, financial during their experience and how difficult it can be to make the time you need to help yourself heal. 2) Adversity happens to all of us.  Finding the lessons in the story and learning how to use these lessons to move forward to do something with our story gives all of the challenges meaning and purpose. 3) No one teaches you how to be a widow, how to handle the loss and how to move on with life.  It’s these times in our life that require asking for help, surrounding ourselves with people who can support us and allowing ourselves to receive the help. Connect with KathiWebsite: https://www.onewellwidow.comInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/onewellwidow Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/kathibalasek LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/kathi-balasek-ma-929642199 Email: hello@sheplayswell.com Marsha Vanwynsberghe — Author, Speaker and Life Coach Marsha is the 6-time Bestselling Author of “When She Stopped Asking Why”.  She shares her lessons as a parent who dealt with teen substance abuse far past the level of normal experimentation. Through her programs, coaching and live events for women, Marsha is on a mission to teach you how to “Own Your Choices” in your own life.  She teaches women how to own their stories, lead themselves and pay it forward to others by creating businesses that serve, support and impact others.

#242: One Well Widow with Kathi Balasek   Today we are speaking with University Lecturer, Coach and Speaker, Kathi Balasek.  Kathi founded One Well Widow and also lectures at the University training new teachers and coaches.  A love of teaching and experience becoming a young widow raising 5 children, she has blended the two in her purpose to empower widows and advocate for them moving forward to rebuild their life.   A widow CAN move forward in ALL things!In this episode we discuss: 1) The spectrum of emotions that a widow can experience from relationships, financial during their experience and how difficult it can be to make the time you need to help yourself heal. 2) Adversity happens to all of us.  Finding the lessons in the story and learning how to use these lessons to move forward to do something with our story gives all of the challenges meaning and purpose. 3) No one teaches you how to be a widow, how to handle the loss and how to move on with life.  It's these times in our life that require asking for help, surrounding ourselves with people who can support us and allowing ourselves to receive the help. Connect with KathiWebsite: https://www.onewellwidow.comInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/onewellwidow Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/kathibalasek LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/kathi-balasek-ma-929642199 Email: hello@sheplayswell.com Marsha Vanwynsberghe — Author, Speaker and Life Coach Marsha is the 6-time Bestselling Author of “When She Stopped Asking Why”.  She shares her lessons as a parent who dealt with teen substance abuse far past the level of normal experimentation. Through her programs, coaching and live events for women, Marsha is on a mission to teach you how to “Own Your Choices” in your own life.  She teaches women how to own their stories, lead themselves and pay it forward to others by creating businesses that serve, support and impact others.

#242: One Well Widow with Kathi Balasek   Today we are speaking with University Lecturer, Coach and Speaker, Kathi Balasek.  Kathi founded One Well Widow and also lectures at the University training new teachers and coaches.  A love of teaching and experience becoming a young widow raising 5 children, she has blended the two in her purpose to empower widows and advocate for them moving forward to rebuild their life.   A widow CAN move forward in ALL things!In this episode we discuss: 1) The spectrum of emotions that a widow can experience from relationships, financial during their experience and how difficult it can be to make the time you need to help yourself heal. 2) Adversity happens to all of us.  Finding the lessons in the story and learning how to use these lessons to move forward to do something with our story gives all of the challenges meaning and purpose. 3) No one teaches you how to be a widow, how to handle the loss and how to move on with life.  It's these times in our life that require asking for help, surrounding ourselves with people who can support us and allowing ourselves to receive the help. Connect with KathiWebsite: https://www.onewellwidow.comInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/onewellwidow Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/kathibalasek LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/kathi-balasek-ma-929642199 Email: hello@sheplayswell.com Marsha Vanwynsberghe — Author, Speaker and Life Coach Marsha is the 6-time Bestselling Author of “When She Stopped Asking Why”.  She shares her lessons as a parent who dealt with teen substance abuse far past the level of normal experimentation. Through her programs, coaching and live events for women, Marsha is on a mission to teach you how to “Own Your Choices” in your own life.  She teaches women how to own their stories, lead themselves and pay it forward to others by creating businesses that serve, support and impact others.

H.O.V Mannequin, some questions and some mo ish --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app

Join Joey and David as they talk about technology and the changing world; the role it plays with misinformation; why people seem so easily offended these days (especially online); and how technology is either a driving force for a better world or a far worse world … some might say a Brave New World? As ever, if you like the episode, please share and review.   Talking Points: Current events and adapting (01:05) Social media technology (04:50) Cancel culture and labeling due to technology (08:20) The Gameshow and mob mentality (16:20) Edward Snowden and freedom of speech (21:05) Elon Musk and ever-evolving technology (23:00) Different contexts and being offended so easily (26:40) The world is changing so fast & Brave New World (29:50) Technology as a driving force (39:45) The power of propaganda and how technology makes it easier (44:00) Wrapping up (46:50) Conclusion (51:05)   Useful Links: “The Creepy Line” (wiki) The Viddyoze Story | How We Built An 8-Figure Bootstrapped Software Enterprise Klippyo website Klippyo app Viddyoze website Viddyoze app Viddyoze Facebook Viddyoze Instagram Joey Xoto LinkedIn Joey Xoto Instagram Jamie Garside LinkedIn David Chamberlain LinkedIn

One Well Brewing Wish You Well is a Spiced/Herbed Beer by style. This craft beer is 6% ABV. In this craft beer review, we will take a look at the color, smell and taste.

One Well Brewing Its Our Thing is a Fruited Sour by style. It’s Our Thing is our Raspberry version of One Well’s Kettle sour. The raspberry tartness meshes perfectly with sour ales making a fantastic beer with an immense amount of flavor that packs a punch of sour. This craft beer is 4.6% ABV. In this craft beer review, we will take a look at the color, smell, and taste.

One Well Brewing Pit Tickler is an American Pale Ale by style. This craft beer is 5.1% ABV. In this craft beer review, we will take a look at the color, smell and taste.

The second part to Callum's Spooktober one-shot, sees the gang battle against their sanity and the house itself as they continue to try and find the vials of anti-toxin. Thank you to the following people for helping us make this happen: Branding & Logo: Laura D'eath - instagram: D'eath Designs Intro & outro music: Omar Chakor - on Fiverr as ch6k0r Session music: TableTop audio - https://tabletopaudio.com/ Sound effects: FreeSound https://freesound.org/ And of course to you, person who has read the whole description including the thankyous, you're a good cookie.

One Well Brewing BBA Barrel O Beans is an Imperial Stout by style. This craft beer is aged in a barrel on whole coffee beans. BBA Barrel o Beans is 11.7% ABV. In this beer review, we will review the color, smell, and taste of this craft beer.

In Episode 68.75- Chris, and Thomas discuss growing up playing music, and share valuable life lessons- sort of. Follow HOSERS on Twitter: @takeoffhosers

LAF is back and too close for comfort, beer from Bells and One Well, and Havok and Cemetery Filth get reviewed. Recorded 5/17/20

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One Well Brewing Maple BBA Scheming and Plotting is an imperial stout by style.Maple Bourbon Aged Imperial Chocolate Stout. This brew will remind you of a stack pf chocolate chip pancakes. This craft beer is 13.2% ABV

In this episode, I explore the C-word, but not the one that's all over the news lately (though I will touch on it a little bit). This episode focuses on the CENSUS! Yes, the U.S. Census, which is given every 10 years, should be in your mailbox. It looks at household information like age, sex, home information, race, and ethnicity. And, you guessed it, I'm going to talk about how the "Asian" category is "defined" on the Census, which is under the Office of Management and Budget (the OMB). Let's just say that I was pretty surprised that, on the Census, individuals from the Middle East are considered White. I'm going to get pretty heavy on some history here, so listen up to find out why and hear other nuggets too! If you'd like to dive in more, check out the references below!Let me know what you think! You can email me at nisha@nishaland.com.Also, I'd appreciate any support you can give, even if it's a one-time donation! Please visit www.patreon.com/migrasiansReferencesU.S. Census Website References:About Race. The United States Census Bureau. Retrieved March 25, 2020, from https://www.census.gov/topics/population/race/about.htmQuestions Asked on the Form. 2020Census.Gov. Retrieved March 25, 2020, from https://2020census.gov/en/about-questions.htmlResearch to Improve Data on Race and Ethnicity. The United States Census Bureau. Retrieved March 25, 2020, from https://www.census.gov/about/our-research/race-ethnicity.htmlRevisions to the Standards for the Classification of Federal Data on Race and Ethnicity. (n.d.). The White House. Retrieved March 25, 2020, from https://obamawhitehouse.archives.gov/node/15626Scholarly Books and ArticlesKayyali, R. (2013). US Census Classifications and Arab Americans: Contestations and Definitions of Identity Markers. Journal of Ethnic and Migration Studies, 39(8), 1299–1318. https://doi.org/10.1080/1369183X.2013.778150Nobles, M. (2000). Shades of citizenship: Race and the census in modern politics. Stanford University Press.Prewitt, K. (2016). What Is Your Race?: The Census and Our Flawed Efforts to Classify Americans.Strmic-Pawl, H. V., Jackson, B. A., & Garner, S. (2018). Race Counts: Racial and Ethnic Data on the U.S. Census and the Implications for Tracking Inequality. Sociology of Race and Ethnicity, 4(1), 1–13. https://doi.org/10.1177/2332649217742869Takaki, R. (1998). Strangers from a different shore: A history of Asian Americans. Little, Brown.About NishaFollow me on Instagram and Twitter! Check out my writing and coaching services on my website, and be sure to sign up for my newsletter!MusicShin Kawasaki: Find Another WayCover ArtTiffany Wong ArtSupport the show (http://www.patreon.com/migrasians)

An LAF status update in the midst of Corona with guest Katie Collins, beer from One Well, and shout outs to Disembowel, Sutrah, and Crypt Crawler. Recorded 3/24/20

This series is a four part sermon series on the topic of marriage. Each sermon is a different marriage story from the Bible. We deduced principles from marriage from the lessons of married couples from the Bible.

Your favorite lesbian is late as hell acknowledging this milestone but better late than never! BRQ has over 20,000 downloads, and the growth has come with some unexpected realizations. *   *   * Black Radical Queer Podcast Hosted by: Jhavia Nicole Produced & Edited by: Sharmane Fury Music by: The Brothers Records *   *   * Connect with us on Twitter, Instagram, & Facebook @BlkRadQwr Get you BLK RAD QWR T-shirts at Teespring.com/BlkRadQwr Ask a question, leave a promo, or just say hi at 937-601-8647! *   *   * This is a ManeHustle Media Podcast. ManeHustle Media, turn your side hustle into your ManeHustle.

Through a Common Lens: A Podcast to Prepare for Our Accreditation Site Visit has 5 episodes. One episode will be published each week with the goal of helping the campus community get to know UMKC through a common lens. Episode One: Well, Run It. Part one: At least Newcomb got a building named after him Part two: Problem’s with Dr Decker’s vision Part three: Selling KC on the vision Part four: Joining the University of Missouri System Part five: Full circle Part six: Mythbusting

Unfortunately, cancer is something that impacts each and every one of us, whether it be through your parents, siblings, friends, etc.  Qualtrics is a company founded in the wake of a man discovering that he had cancer. What originally started in the basement of a home in Utah now is one of the most established […]

It was just one question, but so well-placed that it caused a billion dollar company with global operations to reverse their decision on their next CEO.

Is this the podcast destined to save us all? Is this podcast... the ONE?? Well, Trinity only likes this podcast as a friend, so we guess not. We're talking THE MATRIX! Scuttlebutt in the air is that a Matrix reboot might be coming down the pipeline so Sam (@samgasch) sits down with comedy LEGENDS Angela M. Webber (@angelamwebber) and Meredith Hackman (@Big_Mer)! The Matrix is an amazing movie, but what if it were made today? Would they have even BIGGER cell phones? Only one way to find out, give us a listen! Twitter: Angela Molina-Webber - @angelamwebber Meredith Hackman - @Big_Mer @idealremake Sam Gasch - @samgasch Artwork: Lindsay Lleras: www.lindsaylleras.com Theme Song: Rebel Spies "Not Dead, Not Yet" from the album Rise!: www.rebelspies.bandcamp.com

United in Kalamazoo, Michigan, the boys, Pauly G., Warren Kluck, Dougy Fresh, Ryan, Carol (Matt Patricia) Guzman, Jerry Huener, and Ernie, get buzzed up on some savory brews from One Well and discuss some of the most important topics challenging our Nation today.  Just kidding, it’s just beer talk and nonsense as usual.  They discuss Jerry’s lady (Alexa) issues, Michigan sports, Norte Dame hockey, the Kalamazoo Promise, bad roommate stories, and for a special treat, Tales of Romance by Kluck.  Tune in for another ride with the Pigs and be sure to check out One Well Brewing for some great beer and fun for the whole family.  http://onewellbrewing.com/  Shout outs in this week’s episode include:  Crooked Ewe Brewery; Alain Helfrich; and Four Day Ray And a special thanks to 800lb gorilla for the use of their tune, Commander Wax 2 to end tonight’s show.

One Well Brewing – Fat Man Tears Dougy Fresh, Pauly G. and Kluck spent an amazing afternoon with good friends and an abundance of beer at One Well Brewing in Kalamazoo, Michigan.  Other friends making the voyage, Ryan Douglas, Jerry Huener, and Ernie sat with One Well’s, Carlos Guzman, for a day of beer and bonding as they learned more about this wondrous brewery.  Couldn’t have picked a better spot to spend National Beer Day.  Arriving just after lunch, the place was already packed as they quickly learned how much the surrounding community loved and supported this quickly expanding brewery.  The child friendly atmosphere has something for everyone of all ages, from pinball and steel tip darts to video and board games, to make your experience at One Well unforgettable and a place you will want to return to as often as possible.  Whether you’re a carnivore, vegetarian, or vegan, the menu is stuffed with delicious meals to pair with some fantastic craft beer.   Tune in to this week’s episode for lots of laughs as they reviewed a plethora of fine craft brews and learn more about One Well, how to become a Mug Club member, and its High Fives over Hand Shakes program.  It was true as they said, the Pigs may have come as strangers, but they left as friends of this great community. Lots of shout outs this week including:  Crooked Ewe;  Upland Brewing Company;  Journeyman Distillery;  Round Town Brewery;  Snowbelt Brewing Company;  Michigan Mobile Canning;  10-56 Brewing Company;  Water Street Coffee;  Sweet Water’s Donut Mill;  Old Nation Brewing Co.;  Distant Whistle Brewhouse;  Alley’s Alehouse;  Clam Lake Brewery;  Dougy’s daughter, Raven and her bf Dan Charbonneau(thanks for coming out and supporting!);  Boyd Risner;  and Mike Olivarez Click the Pig below to listen now or find us on all your regular podcast services.  You can also catch our show Sunday evenings on Indy In-Tune

Tipsy at Tippy’s Pauly G. and Dougy Fresh get nutty (it will make sense when you listen) at the newly located Tippy’s in Winamac, IN.  Still serving their great, well known, pizza and wings, Tippy’s now has a full bar with a variety of domestic and craft brews on tap.  Co-hosting for the evening, and taking great photos as always, is Dougy’s crush, the beautiful Michelle Dickey.   Arriving first on the scene to scope the place out, Pauly was bit nervous when he wandered into a restaurant packed with tiny unicorns.  But all was soon well as the unicorns left to graze and a thirsty hoard of pizza and beer lovers soon packed the house.   Joining us for the evening was the fine folks of 10-56 Brewing of Knox, IN, Mike and Erica.  A couple new to the brewery scene and already making a noise in the craft beer society.  We’ve been hearing about their brews for some time now, so we were thrilled to have them join us and finally dig into a sampling of what they have to offer.. and we were glad we did.  Starting with a little monkey nut, which had us all wanting more, they pulled out the big guns as we were some of the lucky first to try their pizza beer creation.  That’s right . . . pizza beer . . . perfect for the occasion and we were floored at how well this worked.   A very busy and proud owner, Sheila, who wasn’t expecting quite the full house she had this evening, did find a little time to take a break and tell us a little about her friendly neighborhood bar and restaurant.   Also joining in the fun, the good friend of 10-56, and now friend of ours, Aaron of Copperhop, grabbed a mic to introduce us to his very cool craft beer trail business you will want to know more about, as well as a little of his background and love of craft beers.   Grab a brew, tune in, and then head on down to Tippy’s to see just what the fuss is all about.   Shout outs this week include:  Terre Haute Brewing, Briar Scratch Brewing, Evil Czech, Four Fathers, New Holland, Moontown, Stan and Maggie Czech and their unicorns, Noda Brewery, Kopacetic Brewing, Carlos Guzman and One Well, Quack Daddy, Crooked Ewe, 1205 Distillery, and Indiana Whiskey  

John Gonzalez and Amy Sherman record this show at One Well Brewing Co., one of their picks for Michigan's Best New Brewery.Other guests include reps from The Kalamazoo Growlers, and Kazoopy's Pizza and Grinders (one of John and Amy's pick for Best Sub Sandwiches).Also, Beer of the Week and Events:More on One Wellhttp://onewellbrewing.com/More on Kalamazoo Growlershttp://northwoodsleague.com/kalamazoo-growlers/More on Kazoopy'shttp://www.kazoopyspizza.com/Menu.htmlMore on BTMhttps://www.facebook.com/behindthemitten/This show aired June 10-11, 2017.

Mark, Zac and Rob discuss the hot football topics. Adios Joe Hart? Pogbargain? And is this the season that Swansea's cartoon villainy finally catches up with them? Plus more moaning from Zac about overpaid twats with too many tattoos and crap hair.

A man, desperate for a girlfriend, has designed a risk evaluation form which he thinks can help him find his dream girl. Will he succeed in finding The One? Well, it hasn't worked so far.

Galen reflects on his own personal story and the story of biologists Rosemary and Peter Grant - whose discoveries came while spending 40 years in the same remote location. In these days when most people are constantly on the go, how can we rediscover the value of putting down roots and finding a home?