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DECEMBERDEAL RIDE Magazinehttps://www.wielerflits.nl/nieuws/op-zoek-naar-een-perfect-cadeau-voor-kerst-scoor-de-ride-december-deal-voor-maar-e1495/ Het toppunt van het veldritseizoen - dit weekend keren Mathieu van der Poel, Tibor Del Grosso en Puck Pieterse terug - staat op het punt van beginnen en de wegwielrenners komen langzaam uit hun slaapwinterslaap. Jayco AlUla, Red Bull-BORA-hansgrohe en Decathlon CMA CGM hebben hun plannen voor het komende seizoen al naar buiten gebracht en daar komen voor de kerst nog vier ploegen bij. Genoeg praatstof voor een nieuwe aflevering van de WielerFlits Podcast!Verslaggevers Maxim en Youri zitten deze week bovenop het nieuws. Laatstgenoemde is in Spanje en bezocht daar de media dag van Red Bull-BORA-hansgrohe. Daar werd Remco Evenepoel voorgesteld als nieuwe superster, waarmee de Duitse formatie naar eigen zeggen begint aan een nieuw tijdperk. Het valt op dat hij een heel voorzichtig koersprogramma heeft opgesteld. Youri legt uit waarom hij voor die aanpak heeft gekozen. Daarnaast passeren ook Primož Roglič, Florian Lipowitz, Giulio Pellizzari en bijval alle Nederlanders en Belgen de revue.Ook staan onze mannen uitgebreid stil bij Picnic PostNL. Woensdag werd bekend dat het team een WorldTour-licentie voor slechts één jaar krijgt, in tegenstelling tot drie seizoenen zoals al de andere teams. Dat heeft te maken met de financiële huishouding van de ploeg. Maxim is daar ingedoken en komt met een aantal nieuwe inzichten. Ook speelt daar het nakende vertrek van kopman Oscar Onley. Hij is momenteel niet mee op trainingskamp, omdat de ploeg een akkoord over een transfersom nadert. Youri ving op hoe veel geld INEOS Grenadiers moet gaan betalen.Daarnaast brachten we donderdagmorgen het nieuws dat Unibet Tietema Rockets haar selectie af heeft voor 2026. Met Clément Venturini en Martijn Rasenberg is de selectie vol. Ook de achtergrond van die transfers geven we mee in deze aflevering. Nog meer Frans nieuws, want ook Decathlon CMA CGM heeft haar (zeer) ambitieuze doelstellingen voor het komende seizoen bekendgemaakt. Olav Kooij gaat voor groen in de Tour de France, maar dat is niet het enige. En dan zou je bijna vergeten dat Mathieu van der Poel dit weekend zijn rentree maakt in Namen, net als Puck Pieterse en Tibor Del Grosso. In een klein uur praten we je bij in de WielerFlits Podcast!

Während der Corona-Pandemie boomte das Geschäft der Lebensmittel-Onlinedienste. Inzwischen ist der Markt wieder deutlich geschrumpft. Experten sehen dennoch Potenzial und eine Zielgruppe für die Branche.

From playing at Willie Nelson’s Picnic to viral videos, Jaron Bell shares how  his love for music and comedy turned into a calling the country-singer-turned-pastor never expected. More information and a full transcript of this conversation are available here. Have a question or comment? Email us at gysis@umcom.org Connect with The United Methodist Church by … Continue reading "A funny thing happened on the way to the sanctuary"

Who left a whole box of corn flakes In a locker At the Equinox On Wall Street? I told you go to the one at The Rock. I told you, I'm not going on that block, like at all. {Enter The Multiverse} That's just my Karma, Ms. Nancy; I did a whole lot than just Thought about it More edits, More recognition that I—l couldn't stand it; The planet just seems to get smaller and smaller With less and less plants in it; I have your pants on, But shoes didn't fit I wrote a whole book and resenting But still not the movies, I meant it. Damn. She's just so much better than I am Head in a frying pan on high beforehand, And however damaged, It felt bad I know what I did I felt that Camera Obscura, for sure, you know But disconnect, Swallow badders, wha— t?! Get my peanut butter up; Why! I'm a circus monkey; Damn. I got karma faster Than I should have known I lost episodes And threw away the whole entire show I went running long And then I threw up on the subway I only like the one Sublime album (The one with wrong way.) You know? Cuh' I went the wrong way I fucked up on all my dollars I got karma back hard, yah Got a poem or prose or song on ol' Ms. Molly, too, (or two) I fall in love inside the tube, Truth is, though Teletubbies and teleportation Ain't so far off from where I come from Problem is, Opporsite world, I'm the story of the whole show; For sure dawg. —a situational Thought process. When the crack finally kicks in, Astounding the loss of my confidence I've gotten lost in a toxic land I got syndrome “talk to much” Not on the spectrum, nor diagnosable X's and O's on the tic tac toe board, Just an underhanded “I told you so” All the rockstars want —Subtle thoughts of suicide as the train approaches? Nah, Models and the other types of girls That never work at all, They just born at it. I got bored with it, But not the fourth one, Cross my first amendment, On my heart like catholic More like Bart Simpsons, Like art magic Cause I won't watch that show But love Matt Groening— Maybe I'm the type that just Love hating But hate loving with No way to I don't hate you; Yeah you're right, I'm off Take two. ((Good Luck Riding The J Home.)) Not a gym run, a different kind of cause, I guess I got so many plausible options, I guess I should call on one of them, Toss a number up, struck the dog on mathematics I can't let my lantern out of gas, We're not friends, are we? What a fiend! Are you offended? I just want to see my dreams relayed to me— Is that too much to ask? So I'm the asshole. What did I pack a bag for?! Picnic baskets. What did I leave this curse for? Nothing, Thanks for asking, Nance. I put a pilot on the presence of a whole color— phenomenon. I swallowed all my pride and presence just for an automaton. This automation algorithm— is it? Doesn't make a difference. I spilled blood inside my kitchen, Put deposits on a flicker, Tricked the treasure at a phantom, Phantom I want more but swallowed all my high pulp orange juice on knowledge of the only one; There's only God, There's only us— There's only cause+ effect, 6 more albums, note books and a couple novels that came out of that one. Squeeze em hard, ya'll. Don't let me love God. Don't let me talk back, I'm not about a rack. Tantrum, yes. Talk to my God. Please. Talk to me God. Now. Talk to my family one time. Now. Talk out me sideways— Now. Bring me a rebel. Now. I have a headache. Now. I got regrets son. Now I got a dead son, a dead daughter a ghost cat and George Jettson, Michael Jackson and George Zimmerman, all of my tabs open: I take a tab hoping I fall asleep on the cold ocean, Calm before storm comes Out on a surfboard Look at the full moon— Nobody can hear you so SCREAM. Now. For crying out loud, Take the knife out, For a second or thought, I'm a wife now; What back handed thought or a back and on blacklist— Your back room was only your conscious— Now I'm looking at my left side, Also catatonic, Not aboard the problem like you wanted, What an order form for border patrol, You want tall glasses of hard fortune, Work hard for it, or rosemary pork on sourdough. I'm in love with you, but in poverty— There the devil is. But oh, aren't we all familiar? Suit and tie hangs to the tide, I tie the knot with rope from which I die, And quickly crafting coffins, want to walk around before I go off, Diving board or world one antenna? Not to mention it, redirect the attention and energy into something other than consumptive— Everything I do and everywhere I go, I clutch this stone Or put inside my pockets knowing if I let it go Or it falls out and to the ground Not only will I float up, But the world will open And swallow us all whole ((Down.)) I live with the knowledge of criminal visions and masterpiece compilations, but as of today I owe a bank my very and entire existence It is what it claims to be, these days ring true Nothing these days sounds like music but you. I put that book back on the shelf; Rewound the tape before I put it in the case I knew it would be late because, well That's the way it always is That's the way I always am I'm sorry mom. That's the way it always is— They told me I don't need no makeup on, However this may have only been true when I was ten to twenty two, Or twenty two, Or two whole years ago before the motorcycles stole my story. When I put the sun up in the sky, I suppose, is when I started this [that's called a God Complex] It's all behind us now, or rather All up front And out in the open In twelve point font As if I would ever cop to it I took the wrong way to Wall Street l Believe me l, i think of the tree at the rock, Long before this all was ever thought of, And I held her seed in the heart of my palm God said go the other way, I said “Okay” I want to see how much money I make; I wear makeup, I got nothing So much for a body I got stuck with words and good talking, And long vocabulary instead of the coast and a longboard So what's the cost for a whole table turn? So what's the cost for a “her—perfect.” Huh? What is the cost for some popcorn in Lorne's office? What is the cost just to cover the love boat theme song— Don't get me wrong I have original music I'm just hard getting to it; The motors are running The mirror: my mind is a murderer, murderer Engine's are purring are hurting her, hurting But I been wanting some corn on the cob To talk to my mom To call some place home To care for my son To wake up on Sunday past noon like “That was a good show.” And the next sold out . real talk, I got real problems Someone knows I'm on top of my thoughts at the rock, Choking back cocaine All the world under me, Mad at the world though For not looking up to me Huh I call this suffering Cause I already been been hungry, And homeless So I know this Pit-of-your stomach And tied to a brick at the bottom of the ocean feeling, that really Sits somewhere between “Hopeless” And “not good” But hey— If you were to say “how's your day” I answer “I'm great!” Like a positive, programmed robot or something, my mantras lately, replaced however with repetitive honest pleas of “Please help me.” Seems like— the only thing meaningful is saying this inside my Google documents; However, Seems like, It isn't worth the breathing, really Oddly, I forget to— Then I get this special feeling, Almost sentimental, inside my head I don't need medicine as much as I just need a friend besides my cat —thoughts of hammers in my brain— If I could tell you what the level of the pain is? Mercy. There doesn't seem to be a number Merry Christmas, Let's get displaced; Case is dismissed— Let's get shitfaced Wash the dishes, Pick the peloton, Pick imaginary friends And watch the President be hilarious, Until it effects us negative and in the read, When peanut butter bread and jelly All you ever get for breakfast For extended periods of time. Hah. Bloodshed? Wrong. Blood hound? Bad. Segmented thoughts on a toothache? Too late. I hate to tell you what the truth is, Cause you'd hate it. Useless. Jew fits; I just saved two cents on toothpaste And you got two new fits to wear for your friends approval and some cool picks But I can't do this anymore I want to choose live; Inside my death is The whole of the city, Electric and Thomas Edison And impressive Mister Business— Rockerfeller read about it; Somebody gotta learn and teach to squeeze the money out the people! Something simple says, “Just stop it.” Choke a chicken over breakfast, Thoughts of Belfast, real fast train to somewhere in LA, I think Today will be the day That I give bacon To charity, No care left, to give a gift So thankful, For being blessed with time to waste To write this piece of shit I guess I died I guess in family guy? I didn't like it, yet I think sometime's in stewie's cadence— …like, a British baby? And a talking dog? And a dumb ass dad? And a bunch of songs? And some salad dressing, To go with that master habit of getting Grams and Grammies; But in the long run, after a long talk on the roof with the opposite of God, I finally call a conference with all the lawyers of the court— But not to work at all, Only order sandwhiches Obsession has its advantages and platinum records, If you tap into it directly. Forget it. I'm out of magic. Or out of patience— out of time for petitions, But which one is it? Which dimension actually gets me picture perfect Instead of nervous in the eye of the beholders? Learn your lesson well; There's got to, got to be a reason why The wrong way is the right. There's got to be a reason why— My day becomes the night. There's got to be a reason for the words upon the paper, But I've got to figure out my rhythm later; I gone up instead of downtown, Turn the clock before the sunrise, I just want to find the love and the peace in it agai. Gotta love a synchronicity; I get stuck inside bronze statues Door way syndrome And I shutter just to never remember him But here the picture is, a perfect person Headless and befriended him, the lover The line inside my mind is crossed I'll suffer till I turn to dust on this one. My thoughts the first time I saw him? I hate him, Cause he'll never love me. What a troubled thought for a little girl on a lot of drugs and a weight problem. One more, I don't remember where I'm going Day to, I have to remember to forget you Take three, I'm happy that they pay me to tape these things Because I'm maybe going crazy; From the outside though, you wouldn't know it Low and behold, this is my show afterall And covered in gold like the whole of the moon I can play to the tune of two men, to two million don't let it torment you, You looks twisted Get out of your head, and turn off your television Go on a walk, Get run over by a bus or motorcycles Turn around and talk to God and your disciples — cause they all watch. Oh, what's wrong now? That's a long run, And now another pilot that I'm proud of— Stop looking at the ground— It hurts. Today, I learned my lesson, It was not a new apartment— It's a prison. I gotta say I kinda gotta love to wonder where the fuck I'm at besides “Manhattan”. The cat needs water, My heart needs captions. New York needs Jesus Hope he don't see this (Even if he did he probably wouldn't believe it, Or Even if he did He's having trouble learning English, And, Even if he did he had he's been repealing all his promises to return to us; We worship dollars A cock-shaped structures in New York— TIME TRAVELER Its called The Rock. SUPER NEW YORKER What. TIME TRAVELER I'm looking for The Rock. SUPER NEW YORKER What's that. TIME TRAVEL It's called “Rockefeller Plaza.” SUPER NEW YORKER What's that. TIME TRAVELER It's a building? I guess? SUPER NEW YORKER It's not. TIME TRAVELER It is. It's— SUPER NEW YORKER It's not. TIME TRAVELER But— *fucks off immidiately without any closure whatsoever.* TIME TRAVELER Huh. the TIME TRAVELER pulls up a picture on their device; the building itself seems to have disappeared from the photo; (Like Marty McFlyim back to the future) Contd Must be the wrong dimension… But then JOHN D. ROCKERFELLER Is MURDERED at the height of STANDARD OIL. Oh no! So that's what happened… Yeah? He was a bastard. Well! Damn. {Enter athe Multiverse} So you're everywhere all the time, And I got nothing left to run And we already talked the talk And we're already back to one Let the waves blow over, Cravings, tasting haze of periwinkle, heaven waking Putting every penny on the promise that you got me But you never save me, Really, Jesus? Racist! I got a lot of stakes in the game And all these snakes keep weighing in! I got these eight days left inside my head, And I'm a murderer Remember to admit his wrong you are Next time the caw will crow. I crevice drawing under rock Inside the undertoe, My surfboard heading home for shore, My body going under. Oh Conan, what have you done. I'm not sure yet. So? Go get him, you old hoot. I just want to watch a little longer! *feathers ruffled* What! It is comical So i'm stuck inside the equinox on Wall Street catatonic, Adding up the dollar signs and losses, Well now, Got my hosts and calling cards, And struck with dirty dozens Doesn't anybody understand? [no. Nobody does.] Certainly, you know, nobody does this. Certainly, I'm folding all the shirts for all the husbands Certainly my love was lost, but for sure I didn't want it. For sure, I dropped a couple rocks I had inside my pocket . Well done, folks. Guess what? Those aren't crocodile tears I'm crying. I'm dehydrated but they're called psychic cause Nobody knows where they come from; Some would form the thought that you got water trapped inside your soul It only happens when the sun sheds hard tears Here, solar panels Animals and tragic circumstances, Fucking Asholes Never shine your diamond on the twilight, Shooting stars; Never shoot at birds from cars; Remember, They are flying. I swallowed you whole, I swallowed you whole, I swallowed you, done. I swallowed you whole, I swallows you whole, I swallowed you down some. I swallowed you whole, I swallowed you whole, I swallowed you up; I swallowed you whole I swallowed you whole, You know what the cost is Just a heads up, If you take a picture of a gamgstalkers face, They run away. The crime being committed is a non-contact form of combat, a scientifically proven biological weapon. When you begin to document this meticulously, a pattern of coordination begins to become established. It's no longer some sort of phenomenon, that can be written off as a symptom of a broken mind; The more evidence you gather, It becomes a verifiable crime. Remember that the point of it is to control you, to enslave your autonomy— to program you to believe something is wrong, when clearly, The signs of an awakened mind can pick out patterns in the construct of human social behavior that is not ours; it is a deficit in conciousness, a weakness, caused by the moral degradation of our souls in the societal world— A loss of God. And also remember, Humans have a history to seek and destroy which it does not understand, And cannot control— However, also, God comes in all forms. You must know when all is all. Okay, shh— Don't lock the door, now You got a pardon, You better run. I am an a-list celebrity; I am an “amen, sister— I hear that!” I am a medicine woman, A centrifugal figure, A ritual character, Skilled at charicature— A big Kimmel fan, A rick and a Morty, A woman a man, A puppet, the master, A cat in a hatbox, A blasphemous coffin; A wart on a warflower. Hm. Now who could possibly take that out of context? Soft surf rock at the equinox on Wall Street. I love all four stories, I rode all four horses, I put all four corners of the earth onto a surface Then I rolled it up Huh… Somebody does that. Leets go, hard core But don't forget the hot sauce Don't forget the — Smattercat?! SMATTERCAT?! SMAAAAAATERCAAAAAAAAAT! The Adventures of Atticus Catticus. Man, this is fucked up. I can't disagree with you. I can't get you out of my head (I want head) Can't get you out of my mind I find that You must want me dead Tan lines l You must want me off my meds! You want in me in bed at 9 sharp You know what!? You remind me of Harper. Now let's talk shop, Calm, little brother I went with the other oath— Don't you belong to God? Who's on the phone? Donald Trump. Tell him “no.” No to what? Just tell him “no.” Then he'll get here faster. So what do you got in your supplements? Simple psychology; Have a red album. Nah that. I got gold gold balls on all of my prostitutes Pulled apart orgasms, Never been touched, sire. Never have I took forgranted this passion( Never have —that flex— Theatrical pangentry. Never went Ham sandwhich Ham sandwhich Ham sandwhich GODDAMMIT. I thought you grant wishes. — also in charge of summoning. Part time. Well what are you mad about?! At least you got a job! I'm so sick of this kid, He just summons “Ham sandwhich” What's wrong with that? I gave him “ham sandwhich”, Alright?! All kinds, And you know what? That guy has all kinds of magic— All the kinds— Every kind you can imagine, And no matter what, He just wants. Hmmmm…: …. Come on. Summon a dog, or something… A new bike… ……. ……..:::: ……. …. Ham sandwhich. GOD DAMMIT. …and a kite. …what was that? I want a kite. Y…you want to fly a kite. Ya. Alright! But first. An, God. Ham Sandwhich. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? SO WHAT I LOVED NANCY REGAN! SHE HAD THE BEST CATCHPHRASES! AND ALL THE KENNEDIES! FUCK WITH ME. Somebody shoot that bitch. But sir— Before she runs for president. But sir… THINK OF IT LIKE KILLING BABY HITLER. You're right. TAKE THE SHOOOOOT. MEANWHILE… In the MULTIDIMENTIONAL SPACETIME SURVEILANCE FACILITY Oh good. What's that. Someone one assasinated me. That's good. I'll say. Wouldn't want you to run for president. Someone still would have had to elected me. Oh, you mean like in all these parallels over here. *shrugs* They'll collapse eventually. They haven't yet. I just got assasinated. Wait for it. I've been waiting. I don't get why you hate me so much. I'm indifferent, really, just waiting for something exciting. I just got assasinated. And I just got a ten cent raise. From what I can tell, doesn't make much of a differences. It's like, limited assimilation in this dimension; Did I correct you— Lessons, I'm not making any promises. Look out little brother! I set them on you. Got to put the pudding in your pot— And don't forget to floss. What's corrextions? Look, I'm anatomically correct— Shut up, Ken. I don't click on videos or images Because I love him It's just a crush, A pair of wooden crutches A horcrux And a fox A crucifix And Sunday Brunches. It's just a bunch of pictures, Edits, autographs, Extended plays It's just an infinite inside my head— It's been a couple days. A couple miles down And sure to go, You're all for it— Soon you got to know Whatever you done Has come for your— Stop the truck for misuse of four muses And autotune to ruin it— Your mascot is a narwhal But you're rooting for the Bruins. What is even a Bruin? A bunch of racist frat boys and hot bitches in sororities and covens? Bet that Okay, Like, I fall in love But just to write a bit I pour my heart out in a song And for the moment I could make forget i'm ugly Even if for the duration of the half time; Half a pack at halftime, Half a pack at bedtime 20 cigarettes on your 2020 vision. Three beers, Then three beers Thirty three years and he still won't love me Thirty three years and I'm still no woman. He show first, So I shot back I forgot rock doves Served a purpose Postage For lost albums on the surface Surfboards For hot rod bod host, I offered up Conan, Now pick that hard eye Banjo up Water dance Pick that apple, Off the tree With not a scratch Hands tied behind your back; Baggage claim, River dance Pick it up without a fork You whispered us a state of trance For God's socks, If I fly coach, Low ball Lost a fortune Don't call me ‘bud' I think about your walk all day; Like, Three or four times, maybe Not no noodle soup, you wonder But you're asking for a Ballroom. Haggard. God did far too good a job on you; As the car jumped over the moon. I complete your meat puppet, But recently went vegan Line them up and then A heart attack, A hot bath, And a hammock. You got your offer, But I want it back, I want my roses. Golden proses so rit and rattle. I rot in hell for all I've done, then scramble; Damn. I just can't get you off my head without ramble You're probably on a tour bus; She's pulling out all the stop— But you're my monster, just know that Although I'm on top of her turf. So much for Service Monday. So much for making money on a conduit, a conduct. So much for love as. He aim for the head; I aim for the neck; He aim for the heart, I duck, I fall in her eyes, High water— No more cam tide Sunsets. What, I get you really wanted oceans, So you got them. Godsense. Pull, Conan Pull— Haul in! All in on your cards, But take the occult off them; Offering? Totem pole. More than one? I love to hope. Fix your face. Pull the plug— I'm off till Sunday, Off till Sunday. Ten days to Tuesday, You want no more Ten days to Sunday And ten more before that; Ten tongues before dawn, And other I slaughter And slaught cross the sloth, I wither, Your honor. Ten tales too soon, Ten wide my diamonds; Ten eyes in your Isis, My mind, Orion. Ten lost in the Outback; Ten lost on your mass, tongue Two whipped at the alter— I called her about that. So to the effect you check your fax and press the send, I'm steady living, never coming back, Or cap the president— Never living, Never listing residence on Madison You're stuck inside my half-life That I'm mad besides the medicine. You're stuck inside my past, Like all the knives inside my back, And still I fondly think upon a laugh, As ice cream sundaes, Half a sandwich Appetite for having all you are inside my master work of art, The world, your face I cut from clay inside my hands And I still have you in my swollen arteries, and trees the veins, The wicked summers and the bitter winters came, But did not cross paths, So to not bear ties, and to not plug Holes in the hull of the whole ship I think I sunk overtime instead of rather All at once, You know, It doesn't suffix What it takes to turn it back from “Love him” Into nothing. 20 hours passed and 20 cigarettes and ivory towers, But forgive the lives inside of Mormon wives and ice cold showers— Scatterbrained but highly trained in “Never Happened.” “Didn't matter.” So you roll it up into a movie script and call them actors. Why'd you flash me, dancer, Don't you know how bad I want that? Out inside your dozens, for my cinnamon coated combat Nail box fires Had you ordered Your desires Flow the golden drifter Fear of rivers never frozen. Don't you know the sun draws close But the heart grows cold, But the want goes harder? Don't you know the doors get shut, And the Kings get cut, And the wind blows wilder? Don't you know the stars just fall from the sky (They all fall from the sky, They fell from the sky) Don't you know We're all gonna die Put a trial to the wand, Fore you take her heart out Ten times.

Who left a whole box of corn flakes In a locker At the Equinox On Wall Street? I told you go to the one at The Rock. I told you, I'm not going on that block, like at all. {Enter The Multiverse} That's just my Karma, Ms. Nancy; I did a whole lot than just Thought about it More edits, More recognition that I—l couldn't stand it; The planet just seems to get smaller and smaller With less and less plants in it; I have your pants on, But shoes didn't fit I wrote a whole book and resenting But still not the movies, I meant it. Damn. She's just so much better than I am Head in a frying pan on high beforehand, And however damaged, It felt bad I know what I did I felt that Camera Obscura, for sure, you know But disconnect, Swallow badders, wha— t?! Get my peanut butter up; Why! I'm a circus monkey; Damn. I got karma faster Than I should have known I lost episodes And threw away the whole entire show I went running long And then I threw up on the subway I only like the one Sublime album (The one with wrong way.) You know? Cuh' I went the wrong way I fucked up on all my dollars I got karma back hard, yah Got a poem or prose or song on ol' Ms. Molly, too, (or two) I fall in love inside the tube, Truth is, though Teletubbies and teleportation Ain't so far off from where I come from Problem is, Opporsite world, I'm the story of the whole show; For sure dawg. —a situational Thought process. When the crack finally kicks in, Astounding the loss of my confidence I've gotten lost in a toxic land I got syndrome “talk to much” Not on the spectrum, nor diagnosable X's and O's on the tic tac toe board, Just an underhanded “I told you so” All the rockstars want —Subtle thoughts of suicide as the train approaches? Nah, Models and the other types of girls That never work at all, They just born at it. I got bored with it, But not the fourth one, Cross my first amendment, On my heart like catholic More like Bart Simpsons, Like art magic Cause I won't watch that show But love Matt Groening— Maybe I'm the type that just Love hating But hate loving with No way to I don't hate you; Yeah you're right, I'm off Take two. ((Good Luck Riding The J Home.)) Not a gym run, a different kind of cause, I guess I got so many plausible options, I guess I should call on one of them, Toss a number up, struck the dog on mathematics I can't let my lantern out of gas, We're not friends, are we? What a fiend! Are you offended? I just want to see my dreams relayed to me— Is that too much to ask? So I'm the asshole. What did I pack a bag for?! Picnic baskets. What did I leave this curse for? Nothing, Thanks for asking, Nance. I put a pilot on the presence of a whole color— phenomenon. I swallowed all my pride and presence just for an automaton. This automation algorithm— is it? Doesn't make a difference. I spilled blood inside my kitchen, Put deposits on a flicker, Tricked the treasure at a phantom, Phantom I want more but swallowed all my high pulp orange juice on knowledge of the only one; There's only God, There's only us— There's only cause+ effect, 6 more albums, note books and a couple novels that came out of that one. Squeeze em hard, ya'll. Don't let me love God. Don't let me talk back, I'm not about a rack. Tantrum, yes. Talk to my God. Please. Talk to me God. Now. Talk to my family one time. Now. Talk out me sideways— Now. Bring me a rebel. Now. I have a headache. Now. I got regrets son. Now I got a dead son, a dead daughter a ghost cat and George Jettson, Michael Jackson and George Zimmerman, all of my tabs open: I take a tab hoping I fall asleep on the cold ocean, Calm before storm comes Out on a surfboard Look at the full moon— Nobody can hear you so SCREAM. Now. For crying out loud, Take the knife out, For a second or thought, I'm a wife now; What back handed thought or a back and on blacklist— Your back room was only your conscious— Now I'm looking at my left side, Also catatonic, Not aboard the problem like you wanted, What an order form for border patrol, You want tall glasses of hard fortune, Work hard for it, or rosemary pork on sourdough. I'm in love with you, but in poverty— There the devil is. But oh, aren't we all familiar? Suit and tie hangs to the tide, I tie the knot with rope from which I die, And quickly crafting coffins, want to walk around before I go off, Diving board or world one antenna? Not to mention it, redirect the attention and energy into something other than consumptive— Everything I do and everywhere I go, I clutch this stone Or put inside my pockets knowing if I let it go Or it falls out and to the ground Not only will I float up, But the world will open And swallow us all whole ((Down.)) I live with the knowledge of criminal visions and masterpiece compilations, but as of today I owe a bank my very and entire existence It is what it claims to be, these days ring true Nothing these days sounds like music but you. I put that book back on the shelf; Rewound the tape before I put it in the case I knew it would be late because, well That's the way it always is That's the way I always am I'm sorry mom. That's the way it always is— They told me I don't need no makeup on, However this may have only been true when I was ten to twenty two, Or twenty two, Or two whole years ago before the motorcycles stole my story. When I put the sun up in the sky, I suppose, is when I started this [that's called a God Complex] It's all behind us now, or rather All up front And out in the open In twelve point font As if I would ever cop to it I took the wrong way to Wall Street l Believe me l, i think of the tree at the rock, Long before this all was ever thought of, And I held her seed in the heart of my palm God said go the other way, I said “Okay” I want to see how much money I make; I wear makeup, I got nothing So much for a body I got stuck with words and good talking, And long vocabulary instead of the coast and a longboard So what's the cost for a whole table turn? So what's the cost for a “her—perfect.” Huh? What is the cost for some popcorn in Lorne's office? What is the cost just to cover the love boat theme song— Don't get me wrong I have original music I'm just hard getting to it; The motors are running The mirror: my mind is a murderer, murderer Engine's are purring are hurting her, hurting But I been wanting some corn on the cob To talk to my mom To call some place home To care for my son To wake up on Sunday past noon like “That was a good show.” And the next sold out . real talk, I got real problems Someone knows I'm on top of my thoughts at the rock, Choking back cocaine All the world under me, Mad at the world though For not looking up to me Huh I call this suffering Cause I already been been hungry, And homeless So I know this Pit-of-your stomach And tied to a brick at the bottom of the ocean feeling, that really Sits somewhere between “Hopeless” And “not good” But hey— If you were to say “how's your day” I answer “I'm great!” Like a positive, programmed robot or something, my mantras lately, replaced however with repetitive honest pleas of “Please help me.” Seems like— the only thing meaningful is saying this inside my Google documents; However, Seems like, It isn't worth the breathing, really Oddly, I forget to— Then I get this special feeling, Almost sentimental, inside my head I don't need medicine as much as I just need a friend besides my cat —thoughts of hammers in my brain— If I could tell you what the level of the pain is? Mercy. There doesn't seem to be a number Merry Christmas, Let's get displaced; Case is dismissed— Let's get shitfaced Wash the dishes, Pick the peloton, Pick imaginary friends And watch the President be hilarious, Until it effects us negative and in the read, When peanut butter bread and jelly All you ever get for breakfast For extended periods of time. Hah. Bloodshed? Wrong. Blood hound? Bad. Segmented thoughts on a toothache? Too late. I hate to tell you what the truth is, Cause you'd hate it. Useless. Jew fits; I just saved two cents on toothpaste And you got two new fits to wear for your friends approval and some cool picks But I can't do this anymore I want to choose live; Inside my death is The whole of the city, Electric and Thomas Edison And impressive Mister Business— Rockerfeller read about it; Somebody gotta learn and teach to squeeze the money out the people! Something simple says, “Just stop it.” Choke a chicken over breakfast, Thoughts of Belfast, real fast train to somewhere in LA, I think Today will be the day That I give bacon To charity, No care left, to give a gift So thankful, For being blessed with time to waste To write this piece of shit I guess I died I guess in family guy? I didn't like it, yet I think sometime's in stewie's cadence— …like, a British baby? And a talking dog? And a dumb ass dad? And a bunch of songs? And some salad dressing, To go with that master habit of getting Grams and Grammies; But in the long run, after a long talk on the roof with the opposite of God, I finally call a conference with all the lawyers of the court— But not to work at all, Only order sandwhiches Obsession has its advantages and platinum records, If you tap into it directly. Forget it. I'm out of magic. Or out of patience— out of time for petitions, But which one is it? Which dimension actually gets me picture perfect Instead of nervous in the eye of the beholders? Learn your lesson well; There's got to, got to be a reason why The wrong way is the right. There's got to be a reason why— My day becomes the night. There's got to be a reason for the words upon the paper, But I've got to figure out my rhythm later; I gone up instead of downtown, Turn the clock before the sunrise, I just want to find the love and the peace in it agai. Gotta love a synchronicity; I get stuck inside bronze statues Door way syndrome And I shutter just to never remember him But here the picture is, a perfect person Headless and befriended him, the lover The line inside my mind is crossed I'll suffer till I turn to dust on this one. My thoughts the first time I saw him? I hate him, Cause he'll never love me. What a troubled thought for a little girl on a lot of drugs and a weight problem. One more, I don't remember where I'm going Day to, I have to remember to forget you Take three, I'm happy that they pay me to tape these things Because I'm maybe going crazy; From the outside though, you wouldn't know it Low and behold, this is my show afterall And covered in gold like the whole of the moon I can play to the tune of two men, to two million don't let it torment you, You looks twisted Get out of your head, and turn off your television Go on a walk, Get run over by a bus or motorcycles Turn around and talk to God and your disciples — cause they all watch. Oh, what's wrong now? That's a long run, And now another pilot that I'm proud of— Stop looking at the ground— It hurts. Today, I learned my lesson, It was not a new apartment— It's a prison. I gotta say I kinda gotta love to wonder where the fuck I'm at besides “Manhattan”. The cat needs water, My heart needs captions. New York needs Jesus Hope he don't see this (Even if he did he probably wouldn't believe it, Or Even if he did He's having trouble learning English, And, Even if he did he had he's been repealing all his promises to return to us; We worship dollars A cock-shaped structures in New York— TIME TRAVELER Its called The Rock. SUPER NEW YORKER What. TIME TRAVELER I'm looking for The Rock. SUPER NEW YORKER What's that. TIME TRAVEL It's called “Rockefeller Plaza.” SUPER NEW YORKER What's that. TIME TRAVELER It's a building? I guess? SUPER NEW YORKER It's not. TIME TRAVELER It is. It's— SUPER NEW YORKER It's not. TIME TRAVELER But— *fucks off immidiately without any closure whatsoever.* TIME TRAVELER Huh. the TIME TRAVELER pulls up a picture on their device; the building itself seems to have disappeared from the photo; (Like Marty McFlyim back to the future) Contd Must be the wrong dimension… But then JOHN D. ROCKERFELLER Is MURDERED at the height of STANDARD OIL. Oh no! So that's what happened… Yeah? He was a bastard. Well! Damn. {Enter athe Multiverse} So you're everywhere all the time, And I got nothing left to run And we already talked the talk And we're already back to one Let the waves blow over, Cravings, tasting haze of periwinkle, heaven waking Putting every penny on the promise that you got me But you never save me, Really, Jesus? Racist! I got a lot of stakes in the game And all these snakes keep weighing in! I got these eight days left inside my head, And I'm a murderer Remember to admit his wrong you are Next time the caw will crow. I crevice drawing under rock Inside the undertoe, My surfboard heading home for shore, My body going under. Oh Conan, what have you done. I'm not sure yet. So? Go get him, you old hoot. I just want to watch a little longer! *feathers ruffled* What! It is comical So i'm stuck inside the equinox on Wall Street catatonic, Adding up the dollar signs and losses, Well now, Got my hosts and calling cards, And struck with dirty dozens Doesn't anybody understand? [no. Nobody does.] Certainly, you know, nobody does this. Certainly, I'm folding all the shirts for all the husbands Certainly my love was lost, but for sure I didn't want it. For sure, I dropped a couple rocks I had inside my pocket . Well done, folks. Guess what? Those aren't crocodile tears I'm crying. I'm dehydrated but they're called psychic cause Nobody knows where they come from; Some would form the thought that you got water trapped inside your soul It only happens when the sun sheds hard tears Here, solar panels Animals and tragic circumstances, Fucking Asholes Never shine your diamond on the twilight, Shooting stars; Never shoot at birds from cars; Remember, They are flying. I swallowed you whole, I swallowed you whole, I swallowed you, done. I swallowed you whole, I swallows you whole, I swallowed you down some. I swallowed you whole, I swallowed you whole, I swallowed you up; I swallowed you whole I swallowed you whole, You know what the cost is Just a heads up, If you take a picture of a gamgstalkers face, They run away. The crime being committed is a non-contact form of combat, a scientifically proven biological weapon. When you begin to document this meticulously, a pattern of coordination begins to become established. It's no longer some sort of phenomenon, that can be written off as a symptom of a broken mind; The more evidence you gather, It becomes a verifiable crime. Remember that the point of it is to control you, to enslave your autonomy— to program you to believe something is wrong, when clearly, The signs of an awakened mind can pick out patterns in the construct of human social behavior that is not ours; it is a deficit in conciousness, a weakness, caused by the moral degradation of our souls in the societal world— A loss of God. And also remember, Humans have a history to seek and destroy which it does not understand, And cannot control— However, also, God comes in all forms. You must know when all is all. Okay, shh— Don't lock the door, now You got a pardon, You better run. I am an a-list celebrity; I am an “amen, sister— I hear that!” I am a medicine woman, A centrifugal figure, A ritual character, Skilled at charicature— A big Kimmel fan, A rick and a Morty, A woman a man, A puppet, the master, A cat in a hatbox, A blasphemous coffin; A wart on a warflower. Hm. Now who could possibly take that out of context? Soft surf rock at the equinox on Wall Street. I love all four stories, I rode all four horses, I put all four corners of the earth onto a surface Then I rolled it up Huh… Somebody does that. Leets go, hard core But don't forget the hot sauce Don't forget the — Smattercat?! SMATTERCAT?! SMAAAAAATERCAAAAAAAAAT! The Adventures of Atticus Catticus. Man, this is fucked up. I can't disagree with you. I can't get you out of my head (I want head) Can't get you out of my mind I find that You must want me dead Tan lines l You must want me off my meds! You want in me in bed at 9 sharp You know what!? You remind me of Harper. Now let's talk shop, Calm, little brother I went with the other oath— Don't you belong to God? Who's on the phone? Donald Trump. Tell him “no.” No to what? Just tell him “no.” Then he'll get here faster. So what do you got in your supplements? Simple psychology; Have a red album. Nah that. I got gold gold balls on all of my prostitutes Pulled apart orgasms, Never been touched, sire. Never have I took forgranted this passion( Never have —that flex— Theatrical pangentry. Never went Ham sandwhich Ham sandwhich Ham sandwhich GODDAMMIT. I thought you grant wishes. — also in charge of summoning. Part time. Well what are you mad about?! At least you got a job! I'm so sick of this kid, He just summons “Ham sandwhich” What's wrong with that? I gave him “ham sandwhich”, Alright?! All kinds, And you know what? That guy has all kinds of magic— All the kinds— Every kind you can imagine, And no matter what, He just wants. Hmmmm…: …. Come on. Summon a dog, or something… A new bike… ……. ……..:::: ……. …. Ham sandwhich. GOD DAMMIT. …and a kite. …what was that? I want a kite. Y…you want to fly a kite. Ya. Alright! But first. An, God. Ham Sandwhich. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? SO WHAT I LOVED NANCY REGAN! SHE HAD THE BEST CATCHPHRASES! AND ALL THE KENNEDIES! FUCK WITH ME. Somebody shoot that bitch. But sir— Before she runs for president. But sir… THINK OF IT LIKE KILLING BABY HITLER. You're right. TAKE THE SHOOOOOT. MEANWHILE… In the MULTIDIMENTIONAL SPACETIME SURVEILANCE FACILITY Oh good. What's that. Someone one assasinated me. That's good. I'll say. Wouldn't want you to run for president. Someone still would have had to elected me. Oh, you mean like in all these parallels over here. *shrugs* They'll collapse eventually. They haven't yet. I just got assasinated. Wait for it. I've been waiting. I don't get why you hate me so much. I'm indifferent, really, just waiting for something exciting. I just got assasinated. And I just got a ten cent raise. From what I can tell, doesn't make much of a differences. It's like, limited assimilation in this dimension; Did I correct you— Lessons, I'm not making any promises. Look out little brother! I set them on you. Got to put the pudding in your pot— And don't forget to floss. What's corrextions? Look, I'm anatomically correct— Shut up, Ken. I don't click on videos or images Because I love him It's just a crush, A pair of wooden crutches A horcrux And a fox A crucifix And Sunday Brunches. It's just a bunch of pictures, Edits, autographs, Extended plays It's just an infinite inside my head— It's been a couple days. A couple miles down And sure to go, You're all for it— Soon you got to know Whatever you done Has come for your— Stop the truck for misuse of four muses And autotune to ruin it— Your mascot is a narwhal But you're rooting for the Bruins. What is even a Bruin? A bunch of racist frat boys and hot bitches in sororities and covens? Bet that Okay, Like, I fall in love But just to write a bit I pour my heart out in a song And for the moment I could make forget i'm ugly Even if for the duration of the half time; Half a pack at halftime, Half a pack at bedtime 20 cigarettes on your 2020 vision. Three beers, Then three beers Thirty three years and he still won't love me Thirty three years and I'm still no woman. He show first, So I shot back I forgot rock doves Served a purpose Postage For lost albums on the surface Surfboards For hot rod bod host, I offered up Conan, Now pick that hard eye Banjo up Water dance Pick that apple, Off the tree With not a scratch Hands tied behind your back; Baggage claim, River dance Pick it up without a fork You whispered us a state of trance For God's socks, If I fly coach, Low ball Lost a fortune Don't call me ‘bud' I think about your walk all day; Like, Three or four times, maybe Not no noodle soup, you wonder But you're asking for a Ballroom. Haggard. God did far too good a job on you; As the car jumped over the moon. I complete your meat puppet, But recently went vegan Line them up and then A heart attack, A hot bath, And a hammock. You got your offer, But I want it back, I want my roses. Golden proses so rit and rattle. I rot in hell for all I've done, then scramble; Damn. I just can't get you off my head without ramble You're probably on a tour bus; She's pulling out all the stop— But you're my monster, just know that Although I'm on top of her turf. So much for Service Monday. So much for making money on a conduit, a conduct. So much for love as. He aim for the head; I aim for the neck; He aim for the heart, I duck, I fall in her eyes, High water— No more cam tide Sunsets. What, I get you really wanted oceans, So you got them. Godsense. Pull, Conan Pull— Haul in! All in on your cards, But take the occult off them; Offering? Totem pole. More than one? I love to hope. Fix your face. Pull the plug— I'm off till Sunday, Off till Sunday. Ten days to Tuesday, You want no more Ten days to Sunday And ten more before that; Ten tongues before dawn, And other I slaughter And slaught cross the sloth, I wither, Your honor. Ten tales too soon, Ten wide my diamonds; Ten eyes in your Isis, My mind, Orion. Ten lost in the Outback; Ten lost on your mass, tongue Two whipped at the alter— I called her about that. So to the effect you check your fax and press the send, I'm steady living, never coming back, Or cap the president— Never living, Never listing residence on Madison You're stuck inside my half-life That I'm mad besides the medicine. You're stuck inside my past, Like all the knives inside my back, And still I fondly think upon a laugh, As ice cream sundaes, Half a sandwich Appetite for having all you are inside my master work of art, The world, your face I cut from clay inside my hands And I still have you in my swollen arteries, and trees the veins, The wicked summers and the bitter winters came, But did not cross paths, So to not bear ties, and to not plug Holes in the hull of the whole ship I think I sunk overtime instead of rather All at once, You know, It doesn't suffix What it takes to turn it back from “Love him” Into nothing. 20 hours passed and 20 cigarettes and ivory towers, But forgive the lives inside of Mormon wives and ice cold showers— Scatterbrained but highly trained in “Never Happened.” “Didn't matter.” So you roll it up into a movie script and call them actors. Why'd you flash me, dancer, Don't you know how bad I want that? Out inside your dozens, for my cinnamon coated combat Nail box fires Had you ordered Your desires Flow the golden drifter Fear of rivers never frozen. Don't you know the sun draws close But the heart grows cold, But the want goes harder? Don't you know the doors get shut, And the Kings get cut, And the wind blows wilder? Don't you know the stars just fall from the sky (They all fall from the sky, They fell from the sky) Don't you know We're all gonna die Put a trial to the wand, Fore you take her heart out Ten times.

—1313. Chroma111. Who left a whole box of corn flakes In a locker At the Equinox On Wall Street? I told you go to the one at The Rock. I told you, I'm not going on that block, like at all. {Enter The Multiverse} That's just my Karma, Ms. Nancy; I did a whole lot than just Thought about it More edits, More recognition that I—l couldn't stand it; The planet just seems to get smaller and smaller With less and less plants in it; I have your pants on, But shoes didn't fit I wrote a whole book and resenting But still not the movies, I meant it. Damn. She's just so much better than I am Head in a frying pan on high beforehand, And however damaged, It felt bad I know what I did I felt that Camera Obscura, for sure, you know But disconnect, Swallow badders, wha— t?! Get my peanut butter up; Why! I'm a circus monkey; Damn. I got karma faster Than I should have known I lost episodes And threw away the whole entire show I went running long And then I threw up on the subway I only like the one Sublime album (The one with wrong way.) You know? Cuh' I went the wrong way I fucked up on all my dollars I got karma back hard, yah Got a poem or prose or song on ol' Ms. Molly, too, (or two) I fall in love inside the tube, Truth is, though Teletubbies and teleportation Ain't so far off from where I come from Problem is, Opporsite world, I'm the story of the whole show; For sure dawg. —a situational Thought process. When the crack finally kicks in, Astounding the loss of my confidence I've gotten lost in a toxic land I got syndrome “talk to much” Not on the spectrum, nor diagnosable X's and O's on the tic tac toe board, Just an underhanded “I told you so” All the rockstars want —Subtle thoughts of suicide as the train approaches? Nah, Models and the other types of girls That never work at all, They just born at it. I got bored with it, But not the fourth one, Cross my first amendment, On my heart like catholic More like Bart Simpsons, Like art magic Cause I won't watch that show But love Matt Groening— Maybe I'm the type that just Love hating But hate loving with No way to I don't hate you; Yeah you're right, I'm off Take two. ((Good Luck Riding The J Home.)) Not a gym run, a different kind of cause, I guess I got so many plausible options, I guess I should call on one of them, Toss a number up, struck the dog on mathematics I can't let my lantern out of gas, We're not friends, are we? What a fiend! Are you offended? I just want to see my dreams relayed to me— Is that too much to ask? So I'm the asshole. What did I pack a bag for?! Picnic baskets. What did I leave this curse for? Nothing, Thanks for asking, Nance. I put a pilot on the presence of a whole color— phenomenon. I swallowed all my pride and presence just for an automaton. This automation algorithm— is it? Doesn't make a difference. I spilled blood inside my kitchen, Put deposits on a flicker, Tricked the treasure at a phantom, Phantom I want more but swallowed all my high pulp orange juice on knowledge of the only one; There's only God, There's only us— There's only cause+ effect, 6 more albums, note books and a couple novels that came out of that one. Squeeze em hard, ya'll. Don't let me love God. Don't let me talk back, I'm not about a rack. Tantrum, yes. Talk to my God. Please. Talk to me God. Now. Talk to my family one time. Now. Talk out me sideways— Now. Bring me a rebel. Now. I have a headache. Now. I got regrets son. Now I got a dead son, a dead daughter a ghost cat and George Jettson, Michael Jackson and George Zimmerman, all of my tabs open: I take a tab hoping I fall asleep on the cold ocean, Calm before storm comes Out on a surfboard Look at the full moon— Nobody can hear you so SCREAM. Now. For crying out loud, Take the knife out, For a second or thought, I'm a wife now; What back handed thought or a back and on blacklist— Your back room was only your conscious— Now I'm looking at my left side, Also catatonic, Not aboard the problem like you wanted, What an order form for border patrol, You want tall glasses of hard fortune, Work hard for it, or rosemary pork on sourdough. I'm in love with you, but in poverty— There the devil is. But oh, aren't we all familiar? Suit and tie hangs to the tide, I tie the knot with rope from which I die, And quickly crafting coffins, want to walk around before I go off, Diving board or world one antenna? Not to mention it, redirect the attention and energy into something other than consumptive— Everything I do and everywhere I go, I clutch this stone Or put inside my pockets knowing if I let it go Or it falls out and to the ground Not only will I float up, But the world will open And swallow us all whole ((Down.)) I live with the knowledge of criminal visions and masterpiece compilations, but as of today I owe a bank my very and entire existence It is what it claims to be, these days ring true Nothing these days sounds like music but you. I put that book back on the shelf; Rewound the tape before I put it in the case I knew it would be late because, well That's the way it always is That's the way I always am I'm sorry mom. That's the way it always is— They told me I don't need no makeup on, However this may have only been true when I was ten to twenty two, Or twenty two, Or two whole years ago before the motorcycles stole my story. When I put the sun up in the sky, I suppose, is when I started this [that's called a God Complex] It's all behind us now, or rather All up front And out in the open In twelve point font As if I would ever cop to it I took the wrong way to Wall Street l Believe me l, i think of the tree at the rock, Long before this all was ever thought of, And I held her seed in the heart of my palm God said go the other way, I said “Okay” I want to see how much money I make; I wear makeup, I got nothing So much for a body I got stuck with words and good talking, And long vocabulary instead of the coast and a longboard So what's the cost for a whole table turn? So what's the cost for a “her—perfect.” Huh? What is the cost for some popcorn in Lorne's office? What is the cost just to cover the love boat theme song— Don't get me wrong I have original music I'm just hard getting to it; The motors are running The mirror: my mind is a murderer, murderer Engine's are purring are hurting her, hurting But I been wanting some corn on the cob To talk to my mom To call some place home To care for my son To wake up on Sunday past noon like “That was a good show.” And the next sold out . real talk, I got real problems Someone knows I'm on top of my thoughts at the rock, Choking back cocaine All the world under me, Mad at the world though For not looking up to me Huh I call this suffering Cause I already been been hungry, And homeless So I know this Pit-of-your stomach And tied to a brick at the bottom of the ocean feeling, that really Sits somewhere between “Hopeless” And “not good” But hey— If you were to say “how's your day” I answer “I'm great!” Like a positive, programmed robot or something, my mantras lately, replaced however with repetitive honest pleas of “Please help me.” Seems like— the only thing meaningful is saying this inside my Google documents; However, Seems like, It isn't worth the breathing, really Oddly, I forget to— Then I get this special feeling, Almost sentimental, inside my head I don't need medicine as much as I just need a friend besides my cat —thoughts of hammers in my brain— If I could tell you what the level of the pain is? Mercy. There doesn't seem to be a number Merry Christmas, Let's get displaced; Case is dismissed— Let's get shitfaced Wash the dishes, Pick the peloton, Pick imaginary friends And watch the President be hilarious, Until it effects us negative and in the read, When peanut butter bread and jelly All you ever get for breakfast For extended periods of time. Hah. Bloodshed? Wrong. Blood hound? Bad. Segmented thoughts on a toothache? Too late. I hate to tell you what the truth is, Cause you'd hate it. Useless. Jew fits; I just saved two cents on toothpaste And you got two new fits to wear for your friends approval and some cool picks But I can't do this anymore I want to choose live; Inside my death is The whole of the city, Electric and Thomas Edison And impressive Mister Business— Rockerfeller read about it; Somebody gotta learn and teach to squeeze the money out the people! Something simple says, “Just stop it.” Choke a chicken over breakfast, Thoughts of Belfast, real fast train to somewhere in LA, I think Today will be the day That I give bacon To charity, No care left, to give a gift So thankful, For being blessed with time to waste To write this piece of shit I guess I died I guess in family guy? I didn't like it, yet I think sometime's in stewie's cadence— …like, a British baby? And a talking dog? And a dumb ass dad? And a bunch of songs? And some salad dressing, To go with that master habit of getting Grams and Grammies; But in the long run, after a long talk on the roof with the opposite of God, I finally call a conference with all the lawyers of the court— But not to work at all, Only order sandwhiches Obsession has its advantages and platinum records, If you tap into it directly. Forget it. I'm out of magic. Or out of patience— out of time for petitions, But which one is it? Which dimension actually gets me picture perfect Instead of nervous in the eye of the beholders? Learn your lesson well; There's got to, got to be a reason why The wrong way is the right. There's got to be a reason why— My day becomes the night. There's got to be a reason for the words upon the paper, But I've got to figure out my rhythm later; I gone up instead of downtown, Turn the clock before the sunrise, I just want to find the love and the peace in it agai. Gotta love a synchronicity; I get stuck inside bronze statues Door way syndrome And I shutter just to never remember him But here the picture is, a perfect person Headless and befriended him, the lover The line inside my mind is crossed I'll suffer till I turn to dust on this one. My thoughts the first time I saw him? I hate him, Cause he'll never love me. What a troubled thought for a little girl on a lot of drugs and a weight problem. One more, I don't remember where I'm going Day to, I have to remember to forget you Take three, I'm happy that they pay me to tape these things Because I'm maybe going crazy; From the outside though, you wouldn't know it Low and behold, this is my show afterall And covered in gold like the whole of the moon I can play to the tune of two men, to two million don't let it torment you, You looks twisted Get out of your head, and turn off your television Go on a walk, Get run over by a bus or motorcycles Turn around and talk to God and your disciples — cause they all watch. Oh, what's wrong now? That's a long run, And now another pilot that I'm proud of— Stop looking at the ground— It hurts. Today, I learned my lesson, It was not a new apartment— It's a prison. I gotta say I kinda gotta love to wonder where the fuck I'm at besides “Manhattan”. The cat needs water, My heart needs captions. New York needs Jesus Hope he don't see this (Even if he did he probably wouldn't believe it, Or Even if he did He's having trouble learning English, And, Even if he did he had he's been repealing all his promises to return to us; We worship dollars A cock-shaped structures in New York— TIME TRAVELER Its called The Rock. SUPER NEW YORKER What. TIME TRAVELER I'm looking for The Rock. SUPER NEW YORKER What's that. TIME TRAVEL It's called “Rockefeller Plaza.” SUPER NEW YORKER What's that. TIME TRAVELER It's a building? I guess? SUPER NEW YORKER It's not. TIME TRAVELER It is. It's— SUPER NEW YORKER It's not. TIME TRAVELER But— *fucks off immidiately without any closure whatsoever.* TIME TRAVELER Huh. the TIME TRAVELER pulls up a picture on their device; the building itself seems to have disappeared from the photo; (Like Marty McFlyim back to the future) Contd Must be the wrong dimension… But then JOHN D. ROCKERFELLER Is MURDERED at the height of STANDARD OIL. Oh no! So that's what happened… Yeah? He was a bastard. Well! Damn. {Enter athe Multiverse} So you're everywhere all the time, And I got nothing left to run And we already talked the talk And we're already back to one Let the waves blow over, Cravings, tasting haze of periwinkle, heaven waking Putting every penny on the promise that you got me But you never save me, Really, Jesus? Racist! I got a lot of stakes in the game And all these snakes keep weighing in! I got these eight days left inside my head, And I'm a murderer Remember to admit his wrong you are Next time the caw will crow. I crevice drawing under rock Inside the undertoe, My surfboard heading home for shore, My body going under. Oh Conan, what have you done. I'm not sure yet. So? Go get him, you old hoot. I just want to watch a little longer! *feathers ruffled* What! It is comical So imm stuck inside the equinox on Wall Street catatonic, Adding up the dollar signs and losses, Well now, Got my hosts and calling cards, And struck with dirty dozens Doesn't anybody understand? [no. Nobody does.] Certainly, you know, nobody does this. Certainly, I'm folding all the shirts for all the husbands Certainly my love was lost, but for sure I didn't want it. For sure, I dropped a couple rocks I had inside my pocket . Well done, folks. Guess what? Those aren't crocodile tears I'm crying. I'm dehydrated but they're called psychic cause Nobody knows where they come from; Some would form the thought that you got water trapped inside your soul It only happens when the sun sheds hard tears Here, solar panels Animals and tragic circumstances, Fucking Asholes Never shine your diamond on the twilight, Shooting stars; Never shoot at birds from cars; Remember, They are flying. I swallowed you whole, I swallowed you whole, I swallowed you, done. I swallowed you whole, I swallows you whole, I swallowed you down some. I swallowed you whole, I swallowed you whole, I swallowed you up; I swallowed you whole I swallowed you whole, You know what the cost is Just a heads up, If you take a picture of a gamgstalkers face, They run away. The crime being committed is a non-contact form of combat, a scientifically proven biological weapon. When you begin to document this meticulously, a pattern of coordination begins to become established. It's no longer some sort of phenomenon, that can be written off as a symptom of a broken mind; The more evidence you gather, It becomes a verifiable crime. Remember that the point of it is to control you, to enslave your autonomy— to program you to believe something is wrong, when clearly, The signs of an awakened mind can pick out patterns in the construct of human social behavior that is not ours; it is a deficit in conciousness, a weakness, caused by the moral degradation of our souls in the societal world— A loss of God. And also remember, Humans have a history to seek and destroy which it does not understand, And cannot control— However, also, God comes in all forms. You must know when all is all. Okay, shh— Don't lock the door, now You got a pardon, You better run. I am an a-list celebrity; I am an “amen, sister— I hear that!” I am a medicine woman, A centrifugal figure, A ritual character, Skilled at charicature— A big Kimmel fan, A rick and a Morty, A woman a man, A puppet, the master, A cat in a hatbox, A blasphemous coffin; A wart on a warflower. Hm. Now who could possibly take that out of context? Soft surf rock at the equinox on Wall Street. I love all four stories, I rode all four horses, I put all four corners of the earth onto a surface Then I rolled it up Huh… Somebody does that. Leets go, hard core But don't forget the hot sauce Don't forget the — Smattercat?! SMATTERCAT?! SMAAAAAATERCAAAAAAAAAT! The Adventures of Atticus Catticus. Man, this is fucked up. I can't disagree with you. I can't get you out of my head (I want head) Can't get you out of my mind I find that You must want me dead Tan lines l You must want me off my meds! You want in me in bed at 9 sharp You know what!? You remind me of Harper. Now let's talk shop, Calm, little brother I went with the other oath— Don't you belong to God? Who's on the phone? Donald Trump. Tell him “no.” No to what? Just tell him “no.” Then he'll get here faster. So what do you got in your supplements? Simple psychology; Have a red album. Nah that. I got gold gold balls on all of my prostitutes Pulled apart orgasms, Never been touched, sire. Never have I took forgranted this passion( Never have —that flex— Theatrical pangentry. Never went Ham sandwhich Ham sandwhich Ham sandwhich GODDAMMIT. I thought you grant wishes. — also in charge of summoning. Part time. Well what are you mad about?! At least you got a job! I'm so sick of this kid, He just summons “Ham sandwhich” What's wrong with that? I gave him “ham sandwhich”, Alright?! All kinds, And you know what? That guy has all kinds of magic— All the kinds— Every kind you can imagine, And no matter what, He just wants. Hmmmm…: …. Come on. Summon a dog, or something… A new bike… ……. ……..:::: ……. …. Ham sandwhich. GOD DAMMIT. …and a kite. …what was that? I want a kite. Y…you want to fly a kite. Ya. Alright! But first. An, God. Ham Sandwhich. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? SO WHAT I LOVED NANCY REGAN! SHE HAD THE BEST CATCHPHRASES! AND ALL THE KENNEDIES! FUCK WITH ME. Somebody shoot that bitch. But sir— Before she runs for president. But sir… THINK OF IT LIKE KILLING BABY HITLER. You're right. TAKE THE SHOOOOOT. MEANWHILE… In the MULTIDIMENTIONAL SPACETIME SURVEILANCE FACILITY Oh good. What's that. Someone one assasinated me. That's good. I'll say. Wouldn't want you to run for president. Someone still would have had to elected me. Oh, you mean like in all these parallels over here. *shrugs* They'll collapse eventually. They haven't yet. I just got assasinated. Wait for it. I've been waiting. I don't get why you hate me so much. I'm indifferent, really, just waiting for something exciting. I just got assasinated. And I just got a ten cent raise. From what I can tell, doesn't make much of a differences. It's like, limited assimilation in this dimension; Did I correct you— Lessons, I'm not making any promises. Look out little brother! I set them on you. Got to put the pudding in your pot— And don't forget to floss. What's corrextions? Look, I'm anatomically correct— Shut up, Ken. I don't click on videos or images Because I love him It's just a crush, A pair of wooden crutches A horcrux And a fox A crucifix And Sunday Brunches. It's just a bunch of pictures, Edits, autographs, Extended plays It's just an infinite inside my head— It's been a couple days. A couple miles down And sure to go, You're all for it— Soon you got to know Whatever you done Has come for your— Stop the truck for misuse of four muses And autotune to ruin it— Your mascot is a narwhal But you're rooting for the Bruins. What is even a Bruin? A bunch of racist frat boys and hot bitches in sororities and covens? Bet that Okay, Like, I fall in love But just to write a bit I pour my heart out in a song And for the moment I could make forget i'm ugly Even if for the duration of the half time; Half a pack at halftime, Half a pack at bedtime 20 cigarettes on your 2020 vision. Three beers, Then three beers Thirty three years and he still won't love me Thirty three years and I'm still no woman. He shot first, So I shot back I forgot rock doves Served a purpose Postage For lost albums on the surface Surfboards For hot rod bod host, I offered up Conan, Now pick that hard eye Banjo up Water dance Pick that apple, Off the tree With not a scratch Hands tied behind your back; Baggage claim, River dance Pick it up without a fork You whispered us a state of trance For God's socks, If I fly coach, Low ball Lost a fortune Don't call me ‘bud' I think about your walk all day; Like, Three or four times, maybe Not no noodle soup, you wonder But you're asking for a Ballroom. Haggard. God did far too good a job on you; As the car jumped over the moon. I complete your meat puppet, But recently went vegan Line them up and then A heart attack, A hot bath, And a hammock. You got your offer, But I want it back, I want my roses. Golden proses so rit and rattle. I rot in hell for all I've done, then scramble; Damn. I just can't get you off my head without ramble You're probably on a tour bus; She's pulling out all the stop— But you're my monster, just know that Although I'm on top of her turf. So much for Service Monday. So much for making money on a conduit, a conduct. So much for love as. He aim for the head; I aim for the neck; He aim for the heart, I duck, I fall in her eyes, High water— No more cam tide Sunsets. What, I get you really wanted oceans, So you got them. Godsense. Pull, Conan Pull— Haul in! All in on your cards, But take the occult off them; Offering? Totem pole. More than one? I love to hope. Fix your face. Pull the plug— I'm off till Sunday, Off till Sunday. Ten days to Tuesday, You want no more Ten days to Sunday And ten more before that; Ten tongues before dawn, And other I slaughter And slaught cross the sloth, I wither, Your honor. Ten tales too soon, Ten wide my diamonds; Ten eyes in your Isis, My mind, Orion. Ten lost in the Outback; Ten lost on your mass, tongue Two whipped at the alter— I called her about that. So to the effect you check your fax and press the send, I'm steady living, never coming back, Or cap the president— Never living, Never listing residence on Madison You're stuck inside my half-life That I'm mad besides the medicine. You're stuck inside my past, Like all the knives inside my back, And still I fondly think upon a laugh, As ice cream sundaes, Half a sandwich Appetite for having all you are inside my master work of art, The world, your face I cut from clay inside my hands And I still have you in my swollen arteries, and trees the veins, The wicked summers and the bitter winters came, But did not cross paths, So to not bear ties, and to not plug Holes in the hull of the whole ship I think I sunk overtime instead of rather All at once, You know, It doesn't suffix What it takes to turn it back from “Love him” Into nothing. 20 hours passed and 20 cigarettes and ivory towers, But forgive the lives inside of Mormon wives and ice cold showers— Scatterbrained but highly trained in “Never Happened.” “Didn't matter.” So you roll it up into a movie script and call them actors. Why'd you flash me, dancer, Don't you know how bad I want that? Out inside your dozens, for my cinnamon coated combat Nail box fires Had you ordered Your desires Flow the golden drifter Fear of rivers never frozen. Don't you know the sun draws close But the heart grows cold, But the want goes harder? Don't you know the doors get shut, And the Kings get cut, And the wind blows wilder? Don't you know the stars just fall from the sky (They all fall from the sky, They fell from the sky) Don't you know We're all gonna die Put a trial to the wand, Fore you take her heart out Ten times. Copyright © The Complex Collective 2025 The Festival Project, Inc. ™ All rights reserved. Chroma111. Copyright © The Complex Collective 2025. [The Festival Project, Inc. ™] All rights reserved. UNAUTHORIZED REPRODUCTION OR DISTRIBUTION IS STRICTLY PROHIBITED BY LAW. INFRIGMENT IS PUNSHABLE BY FEDERAL LAW ​​

Who left a whole box of corn flakes In a locker At the Equinox On Wall Street? I told you go to the one at The Rock. I told you, I'm not going on that block, like at all. {Enter The Multiverse} That's just my Karma, Ms. Nancy; I did a whole lot than just Thought about it More edits, More recognition that I—l couldn't stand it; The planet just seems to get smaller and smaller With less and less plants in it; I have your pants on, But shoes didn't fit I wrote a whole book and resenting But still not the movies, I meant it. Damn. She's just so much better than I am Head in a frying pan on high beforehand, And however damaged, It felt bad I know what I did I felt that Camera Obscura, for sure, you know But disconnect, Swallow badders, wha— t?! Get my peanut butter up; Why! I'm a circus monkey; Damn. I got karma faster Than I should have known I lost episodes And threw away the whole entire show I went running long And then I threw up on the subway I only like the one Sublime album (The one with wrong way.) You know? Cuh' I went the wrong way I fucked up on all my dollars I got karma back hard, yah Got a poem or prose or song on ol' Ms. Molly, too, (or two) I fall in love inside the tube, Truth is, though Teletubbies and teleportation Ain't so far off from where I come from Problem is, Opporsite world, I'm the story of the whole show; For sure dawg. —a situational Thought process. When the crack finally kicks in, Astounding the loss of my confidence I've gotten lost in a toxic land I got syndrome “talk to much” Not on the spectrum, nor diagnosable X's and O's on the tic tac toe board, Just an underhanded “I told you so” All the rockstars want —Subtle thoughts of suicide as the train approaches? Nah, Models and the other types of girls That never work at all, They just born at it. I got bored with it, But not the fourth one, Cross my first amendment, On my heart like catholic More like Bart Simpsons, Like art magic Cause I won't watch that show But love Matt Groening— Maybe I'm the type that just Love hating But hate loving with No way to I don't hate you; Yeah you're right, I'm off Take two. ((Good Luck Riding The J Home.)) Not a gym run, a different kind of cause, I guess I got so many plausible options, I guess I should call on one of them, Toss a number up, struck the dog on mathematics I can't let my lantern out of gas, We're not friends, are we? What a fiend! Are you offended? I just want to see my dreams relayed to me— Is that too much to ask? So I'm the asshole. What did I pack a bag for?! Picnic baskets. What did I leave this curse for? Nothing, Thanks for asking, Nance. I put a pilot on the presence of a whole color— phenomenon. I swallowed all my pride and presence just for an automaton. This automation algorithm— is it? Doesn't make a difference. I spilled blood inside my kitchen, Put deposits on a flicker, Tricked the treasure at a phantom, Phantom I want more but swallowed all my high pulp orange juice on knowledge of the only one; There's only God, There's only us— There's only cause+ effect, 6 more albums, note books and a couple novels that came out of that one. Squeeze em hard, ya'll. Don't let me love God. Don't let me talk back, I'm not about a rack. Tantrum, yes. Talk to my God. Please. Talk to me God. Now. Talk to my family one time. Now. Talk out me sideways— Now. Bring me a rebel. Now. I have a headache. Now. I got regrets son. Now I got a dead son, a dead daughter a ghost cat and George Jettson, Michael Jackson and George Zimmerman, all of my tabs open: I take a tab hoping I fall asleep on the cold ocean, Calm before storm comes Out on a surfboard Look at the full moon— Nobody can hear you so SCREAM. Now. For crying out loud, Take the knife out, For a second or thought, I'm a wife now; What back handed thought or a back and on blacklist— Your back room was only your conscious— Now I'm looking at my left side, Also catatonic, Not aboard the problem like you wanted, What an order form for border patrol, You want tall glasses of hard fortune, Work hard for it, or rosemary pork on sourdough. I'm in love with you, but in poverty— There the devil is. But oh, aren't we all familiar? Suit and tie hangs to the tide, I tie the knot with rope from which I die, And quickly crafting coffins, want to walk around before I go off, Diving board or world one antenna? Not to mention it, redirect the attention and energy into something other than consumptive— Everything I do and everywhere I go, I clutch this stone Or put inside my pockets knowing if I let it go Or it falls out and to the ground Not only will I float up, But the world will open And swallow us all whole ((Down.)) I live with the knowledge of criminal visions and masterpiece compilations, but as of today I owe a bank my very and entire existence It is what it claims to be, these days ring true Nothing these days sounds like music but you. I put that book back on the shelf; Rewound the tape before I put it in the case I knew it would be late because, well That's the way it always is That's the way I always am I'm sorry mom. That's the way it always is— They told me I don't need no makeup on, However this may have only been true when I was ten to twenty two, Or twenty two, Or two whole years ago before the motorcycles stole my story. When I put the sun up in the sky, I suppose, is when I started this [that's called a God Complex] It's all behind us now, or rather All up front And out in the open In twelve point font As if I would ever cop to it I took the wrong way to Wall Street l Believe me l, i think of the tree at the rock, Long before this all was ever thought of, And I held her seed in the heart of my palm God said go the other way, I said “Okay” I want to see how much money I make; I wear makeup, I got nothing So much for a body I got stuck with words and good talking, And long vocabulary instead of the coast and a longboard So what's the cost for a whole table turn? So what's the cost for a “her—perfect.” Huh? What is the cost for some popcorn in Lorne's office? What is the cost just to cover the love boat theme song— Don't get me wrong I have original music I'm just hard getting to it; The motors are running The mirror: my mind is a murderer, murderer Engine's are purring are hurting her, hurting But I been wanting some corn on the cob To talk to my mom To call some place home To care for my son To wake up on Sunday past noon like “That was a good show.” And the next sold out . real talk, I got real problems Someone knows I'm on top of my thoughts at the rock, Choking back cocaine All the world under me, Mad at the world though For not looking up to me Huh I call this suffering Cause I already been been hungry, And homeless So I know this Pit-of-your stomach And tied to a brick at the bottom of the ocean feeling, that really Sits somewhere between “Hopeless” And “not good” But hey— If you were to say “how's your day” I answer “I'm great!” Like a positive, programmed robot or something, my mantras lately, replaced however with repetitive honest pleas of “Please help me.” Seems like— the only thing meaningful is saying this inside my Google documents; However, Seems like, It isn't worth the breathing, really Oddly, I forget to— Then I get this special feeling, Almost sentimental, inside my head I don't need medicine as much as I just need a friend besides my cat —thoughts of hammers in my brain— If I could tell you what the level of the pain is? Mercy. There doesn't seem to be a number Merry Christmas, Let's get displaced; Case is dismissed— Let's get shitfaced Wash the dishes, Pick the peloton, Pick imaginary friends And watch the President be hilarious, Until it effects us negative and in the read, When peanut butter bread and jelly All you ever get for breakfast For extended periods of time. Hah. Bloodshed? Wrong. Blood hound? Bad. Segmented thoughts on a toothache? Too late. I hate to tell you what the truth is, Cause you'd hate it. Useless. Jew fits; I just saved two cents on toothpaste And you got two new fits to wear for your friends approval and some cool picks But I can't do this anymore I want to choose live; Inside my death is The whole of the city, Electric and Thomas Edison And impressive Mister Business— Rockerfeller read about it; Somebody gotta learn and teach to squeeze the money out the people! Something simple says, “Just stop it.” Choke a chicken over breakfast, Thoughts of Belfast, real fast train to somewhere in LA, I think Today will be the day That I give bacon To charity, No care left, to give a gift So thankful, For being blessed with time to waste To write this piece of shit I guess I died I guess in family guy? I didn't like it, yet I think sometime's in stewie's cadence— …like, a British baby? And a talking dog? And a dumb ass dad? And a bunch of songs? And some salad dressing, To go with that master habit of getting Grams and Grammies; But in the long run, after a long talk on the roof with the opposite of God, I finally call a conference with all the lawyers of the court— But not to work at all, Only order sandwhiches Obsession has its advantages and platinum records, If you tap into it directly. Forget it. I'm out of magic. Or out of patience— out of time for petitions, But which one is it? Which dimension actually gets me picture perfect Instead of nervous in the eye of the beholders? Learn your lesson well; There's got to, got to be a reason why The wrong way is the right. There's got to be a reason why— My day becomes the night. There's got to be a reason for the words upon the paper, But I've got to figure out my rhythm later; I gone up instead of downtown, Turn the clock before the sunrise, I just want to find the love and the peace in it agai. Gotta love a synchronicity; I get stuck inside bronze statues Door way syndrome And I shutter just to never remember him But here the picture is, a perfect person Headless and befriended him, the lover The line inside my mind is crossed I'll suffer till I turn to dust on this one. My thoughts the first time I saw him? I hate him, Cause he'll never love me. What a troubled thought for a little girl on a lot of drugs and a weight problem. One more, I don't remember where I'm going Day to, I have to remember to forget you Take three, I'm happy that they pay me to tape these things Because I'm maybe going crazy; From the outside though, you wouldn't know it Low and behold, this is my show afterall And covered in gold like the whole of the moon I can play to the tune of two men, to two million don't let it torment you, You looks twisted Get out of your head, and turn off your television Go on a walk, Get run over by a bus or motorcycles Turn around and talk to God and your disciples — cause they all watch. Oh, what's wrong now? That's a long run, And now another pilot that I'm proud of— Stop looking at the ground— It hurts. Today, I learned my lesson, It was not a new apartment— It's a prison. I gotta say I kinda gotta love to wonder where the fuck I'm at besides “Manhattan”. The cat needs water, My heart needs captions. New York needs Jesus Hope he don't see this (Even if he did he probably wouldn't believe it, Or Even if he did He's having trouble learning English, And, Even if he did he had he's been repealing all his promises to return to us; We worship dollars A cock-shaped structures in New York— TIME TRAVELER Its called The Rock. SUPER NEW YORKER What. TIME TRAVELER I'm looking for The Rock. SUPER NEW YORKER What's that. TIME TRAVEL It's called “Rockefeller Plaza.” SUPER NEW YORKER What's that. TIME TRAVELER It's a building? I guess? SUPER NEW YORKER It's not. TIME TRAVELER It is. It's— SUPER NEW YORKER It's not. TIME TRAVELER But— *fucks off immidiately without any closure whatsoever.* TIME TRAVELER Huh. the TIME TRAVELER pulls up a picture on their device; the building itself seems to have disappeared from the photo; (Like Marty McFlyim back to the future) Contd Must be the wrong dimension… But then JOHN D. ROCKERFELLER Is MURDERED at the height of STANDARD OIL. Oh no! So that's what happened… Yeah? He was a bastard. Well! Damn. {Enter athe Multiverse} So you're everywhere all the time, And I got nothing left to run And we already talked the talk And we're already back to one Let the waves blow over, Cravings, tasting haze of periwinkle, heaven waking Putting every penny on the promise that you got me But you never save me, Really, Jesus? Racist! I got a lot of stakes in the game And all these snakes keep weighing in! I got these eight days left inside my head, And I'm a murderer Remember to admit his wrong you are Next time the caw will crow. I crevice drawing under rock Inside the undertoe, My surfboard heading home for shore, My body going under. Oh Conan, what have you done. I'm not sure yet. So? Go get him, you old hoot. I just want to watch a little longer! *feathers ruffled* What! It is comical So i'm stuck inside the equinox on Wall Street catatonic, Adding up the dollar signs and losses, Well now, Got my hosts and calling cards, And struck with dirty dozens Doesn't anybody understand? [no. Nobody does.] Certainly, you know, nobody does this. Certainly, I'm folding all the shirts for all the husbands Certainly my love was lost, but for sure I didn't want it. For sure, I dropped a couple rocks I had inside my pocket . Well done, folks. Guess what? Those aren't crocodile tears I'm crying. I'm dehydrated but they're called psychic cause Nobody knows where they come from; Some would form the thought that you got water trapped inside your soul It only happens when the sun sheds hard tears Here, solar panels Animals and tragic circumstances, Fucking Asholes Never shine your diamond on the twilight, Shooting stars; Never shoot at birds from cars; Remember, They are flying. I swallowed you whole, I swallowed you whole, I swallowed you, done. I swallowed you whole, I swallows you whole, I swallowed you down some. I swallowed you whole, I swallowed you whole, I swallowed you up; I swallowed you whole I swallowed you whole, You know what the cost is Just a heads up, If you take a picture of a gamgstalkers face, They run away. The crime being committed is a non-contact form of combat, a scientifically proven biological weapon. When you begin to document this meticulously, a pattern of coordination begins to become established. It's no longer some sort of phenomenon, that can be written off as a symptom of a broken mind; The more evidence you gather, It becomes a verifiable crime. Remember that the point of it is to control you, to enslave your autonomy— to program you to believe something is wrong, when clearly, The signs of an awakened mind can pick out patterns in the construct of human social behavior that is not ours; it is a deficit in conciousness, a weakness, caused by the moral degradation of our souls in the societal world— A loss of God. And also remember, Humans have a history to seek and destroy which it does not understand, And cannot control— However, also, God comes in all forms. You must know when all is all. Okay, shh— Don't lock the door, now You got a pardon, You better run. I am an a-list celebrity; I am an “amen, sister— I hear that!” I am a medicine woman, A centrifugal figure, A ritual character, Skilled at charicature— A big Kimmel fan, A rick and a Morty, A woman a man, A puppet, the master, A cat in a hatbox, A blasphemous coffin; A wart on a warflower. Hm. Now who could possibly take that out of context? Soft surf rock at the equinox on Wall Street. I love all four stories, I rode all four horses, I put all four corners of the earth onto a surface Then I rolled it up Huh… Somebody does that. Leets go, hard core But don't forget the hot sauce Don't forget the — Smattercat?! SMATTERCAT?! SMAAAAAATERCAAAAAAAAAT! The Adventures of Atticus Catticus. Man, this is fucked up. I can't disagree with you. I can't get you out of my head (I want head) Can't get you out of my mind I find that You must want me dead Tan lines l You must want me off my meds! You want in me in bed at 9 sharp You know what!? You remind me of Harper. Now let's talk shop, Calm, little brother I went with the other oath— Don't you belong to God? Who's on the phone? Donald Trump. Tell him “no.” No to what? Just tell him “no.” Then he'll get here faster. So what do you got in your supplements? Simple psychology; Have a red album. Nah that. I got gold gold balls on all of my prostitutes Pulled apart orgasms, Never been touched, sire. Never have I took forgranted this passion( Never have —that flex— Theatrical pangentry. Never went Ham sandwhich Ham sandwhich Ham sandwhich GODDAMMIT. I thought you grant wishes. — also in charge of summoning. Part time. Well what are you mad about?! At least you got a job! I'm so sick of this kid, He just summons “Ham sandwhich” What's wrong with that? I gave him “ham sandwhich”, Alright?! All kinds, And you know what? That guy has all kinds of magic— All the kinds— Every kind you can imagine, And no matter what, He just wants. Hmmmm…: …. Come on. Summon a dog, or something… A new bike… ……. ……..:::: ……. …. Ham sandwhich. GOD DAMMIT. …and a kite. …what was that? I want a kite. Y…you want to fly a kite. Ya. Alright! But first. An, God. Ham Sandwhich. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? SO WHAT I LOVED NANCY REGAN! SHE HAD THE BEST CATCHPHRASES! AND ALL THE KENNEDIES! FUCK WITH ME. Somebody shoot that bitch. But sir— Before she runs for president. But sir… THINK OF IT LIKE KILLING BABY HITLER. You're right. TAKE THE SHOOOOOT. MEANWHILE… In the MULTIDIMENTIONAL SPACETIME SURVEILANCE FACILITY Oh good. What's that. Someone one assasinated me. That's good. I'll say. Wouldn't want you to run for president. Someone still would have had to elected me. Oh, you mean like in all these parallels over here. *shrugs* They'll collapse eventually. They haven't yet. I just got assasinated. Wait for it. I've been waiting. I don't get why you hate me so much. I'm indifferent, really, just waiting for something exciting. I just got assasinated. And I just got a ten cent raise. From what I can tell, doesn't make much of a differences. It's like, limited assimilation in this dimension; Did I correct you— Lessons, I'm not making any promises. Look out little brother! I set them on you. Got to put the pudding in your pot— And don't forget to floss. What's corrextions? Look, I'm anatomically correct— Shut up, Ken. I don't click on videos or images Because I love him It's just a crush, A pair of wooden crutches A horcrux And a fox A crucifix And Sunday Brunches. It's just a bunch of pictures, Edits, autographs, Extended plays It's just an infinite inside my head— It's been a couple days. A couple miles down And sure to go, You're all for it— Soon you got to know Whatever you done Has come for your— Stop the truck for misuse of four muses And autotune to ruin it— Your mascot is a narwhal But you're rooting for the Bruins. What is even a Bruin? A bunch of racist frat boys and hot bitches in sororities and covens? Bet that Okay, Like, I fall in love But just to write a bit I pour my heart out in a song And for the moment I could make forget i'm ugly Even if for the duration of the half time; Half a pack at halftime, Half a pack at bedtime 20 cigarettes on your 2020 vision. Three beers, Then three beers Thirty three years and he still won't love me Thirty three years and I'm still no woman. He show first, So I shot back I forgot rock doves Served a purpose Postage For lost albums on the surface Surfboards For hot rod bod host, I offered up Conan, Now pick that hard eye Banjo up Water dance Pick that apple, Off the tree With not a scratch Hands tied behind your back; Baggage claim, River dance Pick it up without a fork You whispered us a state of trance For God's socks, If I fly coach, Low ball Lost a fortune Don't call me ‘bud' I think about your walk all day; Like, Three or four times, maybe Not no noodle soup, you wonder But you're asking for a Ballroom. Haggard. God did far too good a job on you; As the car jumped over the moon. I complete your meat puppet, But recently went vegan Line them up and then A heart attack, A hot bath, And a hammock. You got your offer, But I want it back, I want my roses. Golden proses so rit and rattle. I rot in hell for all I've done, then scramble; Damn. I just can't get you off my head without ramble You're probably on a tour bus; She's pulling out all the stop— But you're my monster, just know that Although I'm on top of her turf. So much for Service Monday. So much for making money on a conduit, a conduct. So much for love as. He aim for the head; I aim for the neck; He aim for the heart, I duck, I fall in her eyes, High water— No more cam tide Sunsets. What, I get you really wanted oceans, So you got them. Godsense. Pull, Conan Pull— Haul in! All in on your cards, But take the occult off them; Offering? Totem pole. More than one? I love to hope. Fix your face. Pull the plug— I'm off till Sunday, Off till Sunday. Ten days to Tuesday, You want no more Ten days to Sunday And ten more before that; Ten tongues before dawn, And other I slaughter And slaught cross the sloth, I wither, Your honor. Ten tales too soon, Ten wide my diamonds; Ten eyes in your Isis, My mind, Orion. Ten lost in the Outback; Ten lost on your mass, tongue Two whipped at the alter— I called her about that. So to the effect you check your fax and press the send, I'm steady living, never coming back, Or cap the president— Never living, Never listing residence on Madison You're stuck inside my half-life That I'm mad besides the medicine. You're stuck inside my past, Like all the knives inside my back, And still I fondly think upon a laugh, As ice cream sundaes, Half a sandwich Appetite for having all you are inside my master work of art, The world, your face I cut from clay inside my hands And I still have you in my swollen arteries, and trees the veins, The wicked summers and the bitter winters came, But did not cross paths, So to not bear ties, and to not plug Holes in the hull of the whole ship I think I sunk overtime instead of rather All at once, You know, It doesn't suffix What it takes to turn it back from “Love him” Into nothing. 20 hours passed and 20 cigarettes and ivory towers, But forgive the lives inside of Mormon wives and ice cold showers— Scatterbrained but highly trained in “Never Happened.” “Didn't matter.” So you roll it up into a movie script and call them actors. Why'd you flash me, dancer, Don't you know how bad I want that? Out inside your dozens, for my cinnamon coated combat Nail box fires Had you ordered Your desires Flow the golden drifter Fear of rivers never frozen. Don't you know the sun draws close But the heart grows cold, But the want goes harder? Don't you know the doors get shut, And the Kings get cut, And the wind blows wilder? Don't you know the stars just fall from the sky (They all fall from the sky, They fell from the sky) Don't you know We're all gonna die Put a trial to the wand, Fore you take her heart out Ten times.

In this episode, AJ and Chris dig into a playful but insightful exploration: What would happen if an outsider spent a weekend in Bellingham guided solely by web searches or AI?Fresh off a Portland conference with heavy AI themes, AJ tests what “SmackGPT” thinks a weekend in Bellingham should look like across five traveler personas: the Local Explorer, Family Adventurer, Mindful Explorer, Camper, and Lux High Roller (exact output posted below).The gents review, refine, and sometimes hilariously correct the AI-generated recommendations, offering their hyper-local expertise on food, lodging, hikes, coffee shops, costs, and hidden gems. Along the way, Amtrak stories, camping advice, critiques of $10 gas estimates, and an update on the infamous “mics on sticks” recording setup.It's a mix of travel guide, tech commentary, and classic Bellingham banter all better than any bot.

❯ Märkte im Check: Zinsen, Geopolitik und was die letzten Wochen wirklich bewegt hat. ❯ Stark baut Drohnenfabrik in UK: Peter-Thiel-Startup skaliert Produktion – Europas Antwort auf den massiven Drohnenmangel. ❯ Picnic sammelt €430 Mio.: Edeka & Bill Gates finanzieren aggressive Expansion – profitabel bleibt Picnic in Deutschland trotzdem kaum. Disclaimer: Dieser Podcast dient ausschließlich zu Informationszwecken und ist nicht als Anlageberatung zu verstehen.

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Kaz and Tubes are joined by local Tassie singer Alison Farrow, to preview the Family Christmas Picnic Day happening at the historic Osterley Church this Sunday.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Die Top-Meldungen am 24. November 2025: Nestlé findet Käufer für Werk in Mecklenburg-Vorpommern. Picnic erhält frisches Kapital. Und: Lidl stößt Preisrunde bei Saft an.

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Fluent Fiction - Italian: An Autumn Picnic: Love Blossoms in Giardini di Boboli Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.com/it/episode/2025-11-21-23-34-02-it Story Transcript:It: Nel cuore dell'autunno, i Giardini di Boboli a Firenze si vestono di colori caldi e avvolgenti.En: In the heart of autumn, the Giardini di Boboli in Firenze dress themselves in warm and enveloping colors.It: Foglie arancioni, rosse e dorate danzano al ritmo del vento fresco di novembre.En: Orange, red, and golden leaves dance to the rhythm of the fresh November wind.It: È in quest'atmosfera incantevole che Lorenzo, Gianna e Alessia decidono di organizzare un picnic.En: It is in this enchanting atmosphere that Lorenzo, Gianna, and Alessia decide to organize a picnic.It: Lorenzo cammina accanto a Gianna lungo i sentieri tra siepi e statue di marmo.En: Lorenzo walks beside Gianna along the paths between hedges and marble statues.It: La magnificenza del giardino fa da cornice perfetta mentre il sole gioca tra i rami spogli degli alberi giganti.En: The magnificence of the garden provides the perfect backdrop as the sun plays through the bare branches of the giant trees.It: Ma Lorenzo ha la mente lontana.En: But Lorenzo's mind is far away.It: Il suo cuore è in tumulto.En: His heart is in turmoil.It: Oggi vuole confessare il suo amore per Gianna.En: Today he wants to confess his love for Gianna.It: Ogni passo sembra più pesante del precedente.En: Each step seems heavier than the last.It: Gianna è vivace come sempre, parlando animatamente delle lezioni di letteratura.En: Gianna is lively as always, animatedly talking about literature classes.It: Alessia, attenta osservatrice, nota lo sguardo pensoso di Lorenzo.En: Alessia, a keen observer, notices Lorenzo's thoughtful gaze.It: Perchè non parli, Lorenzo?, si chiede preoccupata.En: Why aren't you speaking, Lorenzo?, she wonders worriedly.It: Arrivano a una radura aperta, ideale per stendere la coperta da picnic.En: They arrive at an open clearing, ideal for spreading out the picnic blanket.It: Il profumo del cibo riempie l'aria: focacce, formaggi, olive.En: The aroma of food fills the air: focacce, cheeses, olives.It: Tra una risata e l'altra, il tempo scorre veloce mentre il freddo pomeriggio autunnale si fa sempre più fresco.En: Between one laugh and another, time flies as the cold autumn afternoon becomes increasingly chilly.It: Nonostante il buonumore generale, Lorenzo si sente bloccato.En: Despite the general good mood, Lorenzo feels stuck.It: Teme di rovinare tutto con una sola frase sbagliata.En: He fears ruining everything with just one wrong sentence.It: E se Gianna non ricambiasse i suoi sentimenti?En: What if Gianna did not reciprocate his feelings?It: Alessia, intuizione acuta, non tarda a percepire la tensione di Lorenzo.En: Alessia, with sharp intuition, quickly senses Lorenzo's tension.It: Gli offre sostegno silenzioso, mettendogli una mano sulla spalla, dando un cenno incoraggiante.En: She offers silent support, placing a hand on his shoulder, giving an encouraging nod.It: Mentre il sole inizia a tramontare, dipingendo il cielo di un arancione profondo, Lorenzo sente che il momento è arrivato.En: As the sun begins to set, painting the sky a deep orange, Lorenzo feels the moment has arrived.It: È adesso o mai più, pensa.En: It's now or never, he thinks.It: Si schiarisce la gola e cerca di ignorare il battito accelerato del suo cuore.En: He clears his throat and tries to ignore the rapid beating of his heart.It: "Gianna," dice con voce tremante, "ho qualcosa da dirti."En: "Gianna," he says with a trembling voice, "I have something to tell you."It: Gianna si ferma e lo guarda con curiosità.En: Gianna stops and looks at him with curiosity.It: "Cosa c'è, Lorenzo?"En: "What is it, Lorenzo?"It: chiede, sorridendo amichevole.En: she asks, smiling friendly.It: Alessia si allontana discretamente, lasciando loro un po' di spazio.En: Alessia discreetly moves away, leaving them some space.It: Lorenzo inspira profondamente.En: Lorenzo takes a deep breath.It: "Da tempo provo qualcosa di speciale per te," confessa, con gli occhi fissi sui suoi.En: "I've felt something special for you for some time," he confesses, his eyes fixed on hers.It: "Non voglio più nasconderlo."En: "I don't want to hide it any longer."It: Per un attimo, il mondo sembra fermarsi.En: For a moment, the world seems to stop.It: Il cuore di Lorenzo batte all'impazzata.En: Lorenzo's heart beats wildly.It: Poi, per sua incredulità, Gianna sorride dolcemente.En: Then, to his disbelief, Gianna smiles sweetly.It: "Anche io, Lorenzo," dice con una semplicità che scioglie ogni sua paura.En: "Me too, Lorenzo," she says with a simplicity that melts all his fears.It: "Pensavo non avresti mai avuto il coraggio di dirmelo."En: "I thought you'd never have the courage to tell me."It: Le ultime luci del giorno brillano su loro due, illuminando non solo il giardino, ma anche le loro anime.En: The last lights of the day shine on the two of them, illuminating not only the garden but also their souls.It: Lorenzo si sente leggero, come se avesse appena scalato la montagna più alta.En: Lorenzo feels light, as if he had just climbed the highest mountain.It: Ha imparato che l'onestà può aprire cuori e creare legami inattesi.En: He has learned that honesty can open hearts and create unexpected bonds.It: Alessia ritorna, sorridente e complice.En: Alessia returns, smiling and supportive.It: I tre amici si siedono di nuovo, mentre la frescura della sera li avvolge.En: The three friends sit again, as the coolness of the evening envelops them.It: Nei Giardini di Boboli, un nuovo capitolo inizia, fra foglie che cadono e giovani cuori che si trovano.En: In the Giardini di Boboli, a new chapter begins, among falling leaves and young hearts finding each other. Vocabulary Words:heart: il cuoreautumn: l'autunnoleaves: le fogliehedges: le siepistatues: le statuemagnificence: la magnificenzabackdrop: la cornicebranches: i ramitrees: gli alberiturmoil: il tumultoliterature: la letteraturaclearing: la radurablanket: la copertaaroma: il profumodespite: nonostanteladder: la scalafear: la pauraintution: l'intuizionetension: la tensionesunset: il tramontothroat: la golacuriosity: la curiositàsimplicity: la semplicitàhonesty: l'onestàbonds: i legamisupport: il sostegnoevening: la seracoolness: la frescuralights: le lucisouls: le anime

Hey Ya'll! Toni, Ariet, John, and Michael are here to break down the 60th Anniversary week in Salem. Is Jennifer overreacting? Should there have been more action instead of nostalgia for this milestone anniversary? What was delivered to the lab? Tune in to find out!

És un cop de cor, però ho creu així. Sempre hi quan l'Ajuntament presenti un projecte al Ministeri, més enllà del que el Ministeri ja ha encarregat sobre la solució per a Kansas, Pic-Nic, Club de Mar, la piscina Maria Teresa i els gronxadors. El portaveu del PSC, Luis Miguel Garcia, ha continuat mostrant-se molt crític amb el govern, però preguntat sobre el posicionament del partit davant de determinats temes, com l'abstenció en l'aprovació del contracte de neteja, ha defensat la seva postura fent valer el dret de la ciutadania a que les coses vagin millor. Garcia li retreu al govern manca de diàleg en temes importants com les ordenances fiscals, i decisions que enten completament equivocades, com la venda de les instal·lacions del Club Natació. I ha quedat, de nou, una pregunta sense resposta: què volia dir Luis MIguel Garcia quan interpel·là l'alcaldessa sobre que només ella, el regidor Albert Oliver i ell mateix sabien perquè Aurora Carbonell no feia fora la regidora Cristina Guiu del govern? L'entrada Luis Miguel Garcia creu -i és un cop de cor- que Kansas, Pic-Nic i Club de Mar no aniran a terra, però insisteix que l’Ajuntament ha de presentar un projecte ha aparegut primer a Radio Maricel.

Young Activists Plan the Audacious Pan-European Picnic. Matthew Longo describes how in late June 1989, young activists Fedins and Maria in Debrecen conceived an audacious plan to throw a protest party—The Picnic—at the Iron Curtain near Sopron. They aimed to challenge communism and celebrate freedom. Though the Curtain was a deadly "death zone," not a simple fence, they secured a unique one-time crossing, allowing Austrians to join the Hungarians. Guest: Matthew Longo.

Panic, Pioneers, and the Moral Choice at the Border Picnic. Matthew Longo recounts that by August 19, 1989, hundreds of thousands of East German refugees were camped near Sopron, terrified of Stasi informers. Nemeth's government used the chaotic Picnic as a test for Soviet intervention. When a mass bolted across the border, mistaking champagne pops for gunfire, Hungarian guards made the tremendous moral choice not to shoot, allowing a bloodless breakthrough to freedom. Guest: Matthew Longo.

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Fluent Fiction - Swedish: Autumn Surprises: A Heartfelt Picnic in Kungsträdgården Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.com/sv/episode/2025-11-15-23-34-02-sv Story Transcript:Sv: Kungsträdgården var täckt av höstens alla färger.En: Kungsträdgården was covered in all the colors of autumn.Sv: Träden var både kala och gröna, och löven låg som en färgsprakande matta över marken.En: The trees were both bare and green, and the leaves lay like a vibrant carpet over the ground.Sv: Det var en kylig novemberdag, men Linnea var fast besluten.En: It was a chilly November day, but Linnea was determined.Sv: Idag var det Oskars födelsedag, och hon hade planerat en överraskningspicknick.En: Today was Oskar's birthday, and she had planned a surprise picnic.Sv: Linnea hade alltid varit omtänksam och noggrann.En: Linnea had always been caring and meticulous.Sv: Hon älskade att göra sina vänner glada, särskilt Oskar.En: She loved making her friends happy, especially Oskar.Sv: De satt ofta och pratade under parkens stora ekar, och hon ville ge honom en dag att minnas.En: They often sat and talked under the park's large oaks, and she wanted to give him a day to remember.Sv: Men det fanns en sak Linnea inte talade om.En: But there was one thing Linnea did not talk about.Sv: Hon kände mer för Oskar än bara vänskap, men valde att fokusera på hans lycka.En: She felt more for Oskar than just friendship, but chose to focus on his happiness.Sv: Hon hade noggrant packat en korg med Oskars favoritsmörgåsar, kanelbullar och varm choklad.En: She had carefully packed a basket with Oskar's favorite sandwiches, cinnamon buns, and hot chocolate.Sv: Elin, deras gemensamma vän, hade också lovat att hjälpa till.En: Elin, their mutual friend, had also promised to help.Sv: Hon ställde fram allt under en av parkens stora kastanjer.En: She set everything up under one of the park's large chestnuts.Sv: Men himlen såg hotfull ut.En: But the sky looked menacing.Sv: Grå moln samlades långsamt, och vinden blev kallare.En: Gray clouds slowly gathered, and the wind grew colder.Sv: När Oskar och Elin kom blev han överraskad och glad.En: When Oskar and Elin arrived, he was surprised and pleased.Sv: "Det här är fantastiskt, Linnea!"En: "This is fantastic, Linnea!"Sv: utropade han och kramade henne.En: he exclaimed and hugged her.Sv: De satte sig på filten och började njuta av maten och värmen från chokladen.En: They sat on the blanket and began enjoying the food and the warmth from the chocolate.Sv: Men snart kände de de första regndropparna.En: But soon they felt the first raindrops.Sv: Linnea såg på Oskar och Elin.En: Linnea looked at Oskar and Elin.Sv: "Vad gör vi nu?"En: "What do we do now?"Sv: sa hon, och försökte dölja sin oro.En: she said, trying to hide her worry.Sv: Oskar log.En: Oskar smiled.Sv: "Låt oss gå till det där kaféet vid hörnet.En: "Let's go to that café around the corner.Sv: Det är mysigt där."En: It's cozy there."Sv: De samlade snabbt ihop filten och korgen.En: They quickly gathered up the blanket and the basket.Sv: Inne på kaféet var det varmt och inbjudande.En: Inside the café, it was warm and inviting.Sv: De satte sig vid ett litet bord nära fönstret, där regnet smattrade mot rutan.En: They sat at a small table near the window, where the rain pattered against the glass.Sv: Linnea kände värmen från koppen i sina händer och såg på Oskar.En: Linnea felt the warmth from the cup in her hands and looked at Oskar.Sv: Hon ville säga allt som låg henne nära hjärtat, men orden stannade innanför hennes läppar.En: She wanted to say everything that was close to her heart, but the words stayed inside her lips.Sv: Istället log hon och sa, "Jag är glad att vi kunde göra något speciellt idag."En: Instead, she smiled and said, "I'm glad we could do something special today."Sv: Oskar nickade och sken upp.En: Oskar nodded and beamed.Sv: "Det var den bästa överraskningen någonsin.En: "It was the best surprise ever.Sv: Tack, Linnea."En: Thank you, Linnea."Sv: De samtalade och skrattade medan de drack sin choklad.En: They chatted and laughed while drinking their chocolate.Sv: Linnea insåg att hon inte behövde skynda sig att avslöja sina känslor.En: Linnea realized she didn't need to rush to reveal her feelings.Sv: Det skulle komma en tid för det.En: There would be a time for that.Sv: Just nu värdesatte hon vänskapen och de stunder de delade.En: Right now, she valued the friendship and the moments they shared.Sv: När regnet smattrade på som bäst visste Linnea att även om känslorna fanns kvar, så var detta en dag att minnas.En: As the rain pattered down, Linnea knew that even though the feelings remained, this was a day to remember.Sv: Vänskapen hade blivit starkare, och hon hade funnit modet att inte skynda, både med sitt hjärta och med vädrets nycker.En: The friendship had become stronger, and she had found the courage not to rush, both with her heart and with the whims of the weather.Sv: Tids nog skulle hon våga säga mer, men nu var det nog att bara få vara nära.En: In time, she would dare to say more, but for now, it was enough just to be near. Vocabulary Words:bare: kalavibrant: färgsprakandechilly: kyligdetermined: fast beslutenmeticulous: noggrannchestnuts: kastanjermenacing: hotfullgathered: samladesraindrops: regndropparnainviting: inbjudandepattered: smattradereveal: avslöjawhims: nyckerbasket: korghugged: kramadeblanket: filtenfelt: kändesmiled: logexclaimed: utropadecozy: mysigttable: bordwindow: fönstretworry: orofriendship: vänskapcourage: modetrush: skyndacarefully: noggrantfavorite: favoritpleasant: trevligtheart: hjärtat

NBC News Medical Reporter Dr. Akshay Syal and NBC News Medical Contributor, Dr. Natalie Azar stop by Studio 1A to explain hormone health and answer common questions. Also, Gadi Schwartz heads out to a sweet assignment following hundreds of cake lovers covering a cake picnic with his daughter for the TODAY series "Food for Thought." Plus, President and CEO of the American Humane Society Dr. Robin Ganzert gives an inside look into the 2025 Hero Dog Competition and shows off the nation's most heroic canines before announcing this year's winner. And, author C.J. Farley stops by to share his "What to Read" favorites.  Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

El proper 21 de novembre, al restaurant Pic-Nic, l'associació Goodbites organitza una nova edició del sopar solidari a benefici dels projectes que la fundació Vicente Ferrer té a la India i a d'altres països de l'entorn. Amb Jaume Jornet hem parlat de la iniciativa. Us hi podeu apuntar a través del web de Goodbites. L'entrada Un any més, torna el sopar de l’associació Goodbites a benefici de la fundació Vicente Ferrer ha aparegut primer a Radio Maricel.

I el vot favorable hagués permès la seva aprovació -amb el vot de qualitat de l'alcaldessa- i, en conseqüència, la de la nova taxa d'escombraries. Així ho afirma el portaveu de Fets x Sitges, Nacho Rubí, que també deixa clar que la negociació de la licitació del nou contracte de neteja són figues d'un altre paner, entre d'altres coses perquè la formació va posar sobre la taula la destitució del tècnic de l'àrea, i del regidor Jaume Monasterio i de la regidora Cristina Guiu. Rubí també ha estat crític amb la postura de bona part de l'oposició quan sol·licità l'ajornament del debat del contracte de neteja per manca de temps i d'informació, perquè considera que ja fa un any que el govern va exposar als grups polítics les línies bàsiques del nou contracte. Sobre la situació del Club de Mar, el portaveu de Fets s'ha reiterat en la conversa que va mantenir el juny del 2023 amb el cap de la demarcació de costes, Diego Fernández, quan li va dir que Kansas, Pic-Nic, Club de Mar i piscina Maria Teresa anirien a terra, però que estava obert a proposar a Madrid una solució plantejada conjuntament amb l'Ajuntament de Sitges, de la qual no se'n va parlar més. L'entrada Nacho Rubí defensa que si fos pel tarannà de la negociació amb Albert Oliver-Rodés, Fets x Sitges hagués pogut donar suport a les ordenances fiscals ha aparegut primer a Radio Maricel.

The SKATCAST Network presents:The SKATCAST Show #199 with the Script KeeperToday's Skit-SKAT:[ Adventures of Gunner Halifax 2012 | 0:19 ] - "Space Picnic and Beebus Delivers" - Yet another big space dumb, this adventure is both dumb and in space. Welcome to RaRooGaGa!Thank you for listening! Check out bonus scenes for this week's episode exclusively in Patreon!Have an awesome Tuesday!Visit us for more episodes of SKATCAST and other shows like SKATCAST presents The Dave & Angus Show plus BONUS material at https://www.skatcast.com Watch select shows and shorts on YouTube: bit.ly/34kxCneJoin the conversation on Discord! https://discord.gg/XKxhHYwu9zFor all show related questions: info@skatcast.comPlease rate and subscribe on iTunes and elsewhere and follow SKATCAST on social media!! Instagram: @theescriptkeeper Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/scriptkeepersATWanna become a Patron? Click here: https://www.patreon.com/SkatcastSign up through Patreon and you'll get Exclusive Content, Behind The Scenes video, special downloads and more! Prefer to make a donation instead? You can do that through our PayPal: https://paypal.me/skatcastpodcast Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Online supermarkt Picnic investeert als een dolle in nieuwe technologie, maar is nog steeds niet winstgevend. Hoeveel ruimte heeft het bedrijf om te blijven investeren in innovatie? Te gast is Michiel Muller, ceo van Picnic, in BNR's Big Five van de boardroom in roerige tijden. Te gast in BNR's Big Five van de boardroom in roerige tijden -Michiel Muller, ceo van online supermarkt Picnic -Georgette Fijneman, directievoorzitter van zorgverzekeraar Zilveren Kruis -Bas van der Veldt, ceo van softwarebedrijf AFAS -Pieter Wolleswinkel, ceo van veevoederproducent ForFarmers -Manon van Beek, ceo van netbeheerder TennetSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

  Where in the world am I? In San Diego, talking about Machu Picchu Are there any tips to help me avoid being cheated or robbed while traveling? Yes, you can take precautions like removing your expensive jewelry before traveling and not carrying expensive purses or shoes. Don't look like a target. Look like you belong, and try not to stand out from the usual crowd. Check reviews of any Airbnb or turo car rentals you book. Be careful not to walk alone in the dark at night, as much as possible. Think of the odds whenever you go out. Please put them in your favor, not a criminal. If you like today's Confidence Challenge, my book series dives deeper into safety and security while traveling solo—link in description""  See Book A for addressing this challenge. You can find it on our website​​ at https://www.5stepstosolotravel.com/ or on Amazon; it's a several-part series. Today's special destination is: Machu Picchu, Peru. I finally got there, after so many years of wanting to visit. And I had a great time. I hope the same goes for you. Peru is a wonderful place, but you do need to be prepared, and I was. I t'ss almost always a good time to book your ticket to Machu Picchu. So book it now if you are planning it. There is a daily cap of 5600 people. Once you get there, it will be too late to reserve a ticket. You could get lucky, so if you're in an emergency, you may be able to obtain one from a broker, but that will incur an additional cost. I was delaying the purchase for a few weeks, and I'm glad I booked my tour three months in advance. The tickets are not expensive, but it may be a challenge to afford them. I found a travel agency, but they wouldn't accept my credit card over the phone, and when I tried to set up a Western Union money transfer, it was a terrible experience. I'll share that in my mistakes later on. https://www.ticketmachupicchu.com/ticket-machu-picchu-2019/ Machu Picchu tips and insights on the travel for you. Step What to do Tips & costs 1. Tickets (book now!) Buy on Tuboleto.c ultura .pe – choose Circuit 2B (Classic Lower Terrace) for the iconic postcard view with moderate stairs. Cost 172 PEN ≈ US $45. Sales for 2025 opened on 19 Dec 2024; the daily cap is 5,600, so June slots sell out early. Peru RailEl País 2. Train 06:10 Inca Rail or 07:45 PeruRail Expedition from Ollantaytambo to Aguas Calientes; arrive 08:30‑09:30. Sit on the left‑hand side for Urubamba River views. Peru Rail 3. Bus up Buy a Consettur round-trip ticket (US$24) at the kiosk the night before; the first buses roll at 05:30, with a 25-minute ride. Ticket to Machu Picchu   4. Entry window Aim for the 09:00–10:00 slot (good light, less 6 am crowd, still before midday haze). Passport, ticket & small day pack only. My ticket was in the afternoon, and for that it was great. It was hazy that morning, I was told.         6. Optional short hike Huchuy Picchu add‑on (easy 1 km, 30‑40 min, extra 48 PEN) – great summit photo without the steep drop of Huayna Picchu. Ticket to Machu Picchu   7. Lunch & return Picnic outside the gate (no food inside), stamp passport, bus down, 16:20 train back to Cusco (arr. 20:30), or stay one more night at Aguas Calientes if you prefer a slower pace.   Packing checklist: passport, printed tickets, layers (for cool mornings/hot sun), rain shell, 1 L refillable bottle (no disposables), DEET, sunblock, walking poles with rubber tips, cash for snacks & toilets (2 soles). Quick Tips for a Smooth Trip Book everything online in advance, including flights, trains, Machu Picchu tickets, and buses, to avoid lines and secure cheaper fares. Cash is still king in small villages—carry small bills; ATMs are plentiful in Cusco. Solo safety basics: use registered taxis (Taxi Beat or Cabify apps), avoid isolated beach areas at night, and keep photocopies of your passport in separate bags. Enjoy Peru's vibrant coast, Andean culture, and the wonder of Machu Picchu—then you'll be perfectly primed for Brazil's beaches a few days later. ¡Buen viaje! Hard to use Western Union for a payment to my travel expert. Very challenging. It didn't happen; I brought it in person to Cusco. Paid by CC in person, but not to the travel agent. She had to find someone willing to accept the credit card payment in another shop. It was both a great deal and a great pain. The total cost was only $275.Here's a breakdown of my trip to Machu Picchu Machu Picchu: My One-Day Experience (start/finish in Cusco) Timeline & logistics 03:00 woke up; 03:30 ready; 04:00 pickup. Bus from Cusco → Ollantaytambo, then train to Aguas Calientes (Machu Picchu Pueblo)—you even shared the carriage with a few actors. Reached town around 08:30 in the rain; explored, then rented a bathing suit and towel and relaxed at the hot springs (20 soles entry; 5 soles suit; 5 soles towel). Met Eduardo, my English-speaking guide from Cusco (now living locally). I treated him to tea before we got started. Noon: lined up for Machu Picchu entry; private tour from ~12:00–16:30. You tipped 50 soles—he was excellent. The weather shifted from rain to cloudy to sunny, perfect for walking among the ruins. Stats: ~48 flights of stairs and 6.4 miles walked; lots of steps. Afterward, enjoy a massage (~$20), a chocolate bar, and plenty of water before heading back to Cusco at around 11 pm. It was a long, but so valued day. What I saw & felt The town is small: church (Virgen del Carmen, where I said prayers), district offices, train stations, and police clustered together. Wildlife moments: five llamas, including a 3-day-old nursing and another 3-month-old—adorable. The scenery felt grand and expansive—it reminded you of Yosemite for its scale, but with open, terraced mountains rather than dense trees. Photos turned out great. You loved the entire experience and happily checked off another of the Seven Wonders of the World. Language tidbit from your guide:"'ach'= old, 'icch'= mountain. You noticed so many other peaks around the citadel. What I learned….. The tour weaved together the Incas' worship, daily life, food, farming practices (especially corn/maize), and burial customs—you noted that mostly women's skeletons were found in the areas you discussed with your guide. Inca history (brief context): The Inca civilization flourished in the 15th–early 16th centuries across the Andes, constructing extraordinary stone architecture and terraced agriculture without the use of iron or the wheel. Machu Picchu itself sat hidden in the mountains for centuries, its location contributing to its preservation until its 20th-century reintroduction to global attention. The expansive mountain range around the site made it feel concealed and sacred, "hidden for centuries," much like the aura people describe with Angkor Wat (your comparison). Small moments that mattered Tea with Eduardo (my treat) set a relaxed rhythm for the afternoon, and since it was raining, it gave me a chance to dry out. Hot springs soak before the ruins helped counter the early start and altitude. I loved that I could rent a bathing suit for the morning. That was a first. The hot springs were soothing and an unexpected pleasure. Bring your suit if you remember. Private guiding made the history feel personal and clear. I thought I would be in a group, but this was a private tour. One-line takeaway A long, early start bloomed into a perfectly paced day—rain to sun, hot springs to high terraces—guided insight, baby llamas, countless stairs, and a deep, peaceful sense of awe among the Incas'""old mountain" Connect with Dr. Travelbest 5 Steps to Solo Travel website Dr. Mary Travelbest X Dr. Mary Travelbest Facebook Page Dr. Mary Travelbest Facebook Group Dr. Mary Travelbest Instagram Dr. Mary Travelbest Podcast Dr. Travelbest on TikTok Dr.Travelbest on YouTube In the news  

North Caldwell, New Jersey  Tiny town. Big secrets. One suspiciously spiritual traffic light. Birch beer, buried mafia lore, an abandoned sanitarium, and a Church of the Traffic Light that really leans into metaphysics — Margo Escott brings us back to North Caldwell, NJ, and Podcast Town builds a delightfully deranged local variety show around it. Expect tomato politics, a Sopranos-adjacent tour, electrocution "illuminators," and at least one tomato to the face. In this episdode: Host Billy Merritt interviews Margo about growing up in a town with no stores and no traffic lights — until suddenly there is one. The town's favorite podcast - "Tonight in North Caldwell," complete with call-ins, commercials (Tony Soprano Tours; Freddie's Funeral Home), and a fireman's picnic parade gone very, very sideways. Highlights include: the Overbrook Sanitarium ruins, Big Al's Maserati Tomato Farm and its overprotective daughter, the Church of the Traffic Light, and the surprise Tomato Queen pageant (chaos, chanting, and tomato splatter included). Standout lines (for the quote-tweet pile) "Praise all stoplights." "Traffic light be with you." "Who dat bitch?"  Cast & Credits Host: Billy Merritt. Guest & town chronicler: Margo Escott. Full Podcast Town improv troupe — characters include Mildy/Lisa, Tim, Luke, Big Al, Tia (Traffic Light priest), and more. Heads up / Trigger note Contains playful references to mental-health institutions, prisons, and mock electrocution scenes (improv, not real). Listener discretion advised for anyone sensitive to those themes. Enjoy — and remember: if you're ever confused by a new traffic light, consult the parish.

In this episode, Devo talks about his narrations, Con on the Cob, preliminary FuMPFest planning, the final Dr. Demento Show, FuMPCast 800, and the incident with his neighbor's dog. Music in this episode: From The FuMP Volume 112, "Marvel in the Sack" by Bad Beth and Beyond, "Picnic in the Sun (Punching Nazis)" by Phil Johnson and Roadside Attraction, "Only Fan (on OnlyFans)" by Dino-Mike, "F Off" by Mikey Mason, "Nerd Regrets" by Regdar and the Fighters.

Today we're doing a throwback episode to one of our favorites from the early days of Stories Podcast. The Goblin Picnic! In this slightly spooky story for Halloween, a boy named Hawk is lured in by the promises of an enchanted goblin picnic, despite his better judgement. When the food turns out to hold a terrible curse, his sister Rose will have to step up and help her big brother out. Can the pair make it through the Goblin Picnic unscathed? Tune in to find out! Check out Stories RPG our new show where we play games like Starsworn with all your Max Goodname friends, and Gigacity Guardians featuring the brilliant firefly! https://link.chtbl.com/gigacity Draw us a picture of what you think any of the characters in this story look like, and then tag us in it on instagram @storiespodcast! We'd love to see your artwork and share it on our feed!! If you would like to support Stories Podcast, you can subscribe and give us a five star review on iTunes, check out our merch at storiespodcast.com/shop, follow us on Instagram @storiespodcast, or just tell your friends about us! Check out our new YouTube channel at youtube.com/storiespodcast. If you've ever wanted to read along with our stories, now you can! These read-along versions of our stories are great for early readers trying to improve their skills or even adults learning English for the first time. Check it out.

Something our parents would say. Those phrases, idioms or statements that came from out of nowhere yet they really made sense. This week: You're a few sandwiches short of a picnic.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/arroe-collins-like-it-s-live--4113802/support.

On this episode Matt and Jon discuss Black Phone 2, the Gen V Finale, The Chair Company & The Lowdown, while Jon saw Death Rider in the House of the Vampires, Task and read Last Rites by Ozzy Osbourne and Matt rewatched One Battle After Another (still awesome), Picnic at Hanging Rock, continues playing Ghost of Tsushima and watching Gilmore Girls! Threads: https://www.threads.net/@jonwahizzle Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/groups/damnthattelevision/ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/damntvpod Bluesky: https://bsky.app/profile/mattlovestv.bsky.social https://bsky.app/profile/jonwahizzle.bsky.social Letterboxd: https://letterboxd.com/mattlovestv/ https://letterboxd.com/jonwahizzle/ Jon on AIPT: https://aiptcomics.com/author/jonathanw/ Matt's show The Drop: A Pop Culture Mix Tape: wscafm.org Sundays 6-8 PM: https://www.facebook.com/groups/thedropwsca/

Parenting can involve big ideas, public debates and the odd festive guilt trip - and this week, we’re tackling all three. The man who created Adolescence has a new idea for how dads can connect with their sons - it’s beautiful, but one of us hates it. Plus, Amelia dives into the kids party photo that’s divided Australia: can you really “bags” a park table? And finally, it’s Elf O’Clock. Monz realises she’s the last mum on earth without a tiny spy living in her house, and wonders aloud if there are some traditions that should just be left alone. Our recommendations:

Something our parents would say. Those phrases, idioms or statements that came from out of nowhere yet they really made sense. This week: You're a few sandwiches short of a picnic.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/arroe-collins-unplugged-totally-uncut--994165/support.

What's the real difference between a good software engineer and a truly great one? It's more than just coding skill. It's a specific mindset, a disciplined approach to technology, and a deep understanding of core principles. This is the roadmap to leveling up your career.In this conversation with Sander Mak, Director of Technology at Picnic, we discuss the methods they use to train world-class engineers. You will learn:The "under the hood" knowledge that truly matters.Why great engineers often choose "boring," proven technology.The critical transition from being a coder to a product-focused engineer.The most common pitfall that holds good developers back.If you're a software developer looking to move beyond "good enough" and achieve greatness in your craft, this is the episode for you.Connect with Sander: https://www.linkedin.com/in/sandermakTimestamps:00:00:00 - Intro00:00:30 - Building Picnic's Tech Academy for New Engineers00:04:37 - The Key Mindset of a Successful Junior Engineer00:08:01 - A Look Inside the Engineering Training Curriculum00:12:19 - The Common Pitfall of Copying Without Understanding00:14:10 - How Deep "Under the Hood" Knowledge Should Go00:17:41 - Why Great Engineers Value "Boring" Technology00:21:44 - Improving Developer Experience and Team Productivity00:30:02 - The Transition from Coder to Product Engineer00:34:18 - Key Advice for Self-Taught Developers00:35:41 - Using AI for Learning vs. for Code Generation#SoftwareEngineering #DeveloperCareer #Coding

Funnels are linear. Growth loops are exponential. You need funnels to grow, but the power of growth loops is what will make your app engagement, give you high retention, and maybe even give you viral growth.In this episode of Growth Masterminds, host John Koetsier sits down with Hannah Parvaz, CEO of Aperture, to break down growth loops, the systems that power predictable, scalable, compounding growth.We cover referral loops, content loops, habit loops, community loops, incentive loops, and more. Plus: how to kickstart loops, what to do about the cold start problem, and whether you should design around a loop or let your product's natural usage define it.Hannah shares stories from building viral referral systems (yes, free drinks were involved), explains how apps like Strava and Snapchat keep you hooked, and dives into why loops can be more powerful than funnels.Like, subscribe, and share!

We welcomed Maya Williams (ey/they/she) back to the show to discuss their new chapbook of poetry, Feminine Morbidity, along with Sofia Coppola's 1999 feature debut, The Virgin Suicides. Based on Jefferey Eugenides' 1991 novel, this film follows the Lisbon sisters and their parents who are reeling after the youngest sister, Cecelia, takes her own life. In this episode: mental health portrayals in Hollywood; protecting teen actors; the fetishization of sadness; bad parents and even worse wigs; the Mystical Lands of Suburbia; giving girls agency in life and in death. Our recommendations: Things in Nature Merely Grow by Yiyun Li, Mustang (2015), Picnic at Hanging Rock (1975), Picnic at Hanging Rock TV Series (2018) Feminine Morbidity is the Headline Review 2025 Poetry Chapbook Prize. You can pre-order Maya's new collection here: https://www.theheadlightreview.com/store/p/chapbook-feminine-morbidity-by-maya-williams Follow Maya on IG @/emmdubb16 Follow Maya on Bluesky: https://bsky.app/profile/emmdubb16.bsky.social Visit their website: https://www.mayawilliamspoet.com/ Support the show with a Ko-fi! ko-fi.com/blackgirlfilmclub Check out the rest of our socials at linktr.ee/blackgirlfilmclub

Podcasts, reviews, interviews, essays, and more at the Ancillary Review of Books.Please consider supporting ARB's Patreon!Guest: Timothy MooreTitle: 60 Stories by Donald BarthelmeHost: Jake Casella BrookinsMusic by Giselle Gabrielle GarciaArtwork by Rob PattersonOpening poem by Bhartṛhari, translated by John BroughTranscribers: Kate Dollarhyde and John WM ThompsonReferences:Timothy Moore's I Will Teach You RetributionJoan Lindsay's Picnic at Hanging Rock & Peter Weir's film adaptationMolly Templeton's Bluesky request for Australian Gothic“Intermittent Anhedonia”Ethan Rutherford's North SunEvening House Books"The School"Close Reading for the 21st Century edited by Dan Sinykin & Johanna WinantAlduous Huxley's Brave New World"The Lottery""Me and Miss Mandible""A Shower of Gold""Eugénie Grandet"Sidney Lumet's Network"The Balloon""The Great Hug"We somehow completely failed to reference E.E. Cumming's “In Just – spring” for balloon-man reasonsKeita Takahashi's Katamari DamacyUb Iwerk's Balloon LandWill McMahon“A Manual for Sons”Barthelme's The Dead FatherWes Anderson's The Life Aquatic"The Policeman's Ball"Vercingetorix"The King of Jazz"Julio CortázarIshmael ReedKelly LinkEd ParkElwin CotmanNana Kwame Adjei-BrenyahAimee Bender's Girl in the Flammable SkirtGeorge SaundersGarielle LutzDalkey ArchivesSmall Beer PressZachary Gillan &  our Authority episode“Reading Weird Fiction in a Time of Fascism”Mircea Cărtărescu's Solenoid, translated by Sean CotterLiliana Costanzi's You Glow in the DarkThomas Ha's Uncertain SonsEd Park's An Oral History of AtlantisBrian Evenson“Lonely Rolling Star” by Saki Kabata and Yoshihito Yano off the first Katamari gameBilly Bletcher as the Pincushion Man in Ub Iwerks' Balloon Land, music by Carl Staling“You're the Cream in My Coffee” recorded by Miff Mole and His Little Molers“Perdido Street Blues” by Louis Armstrong and Sydney BechetCharlie Parker's “Billie's Bounce”

Fluent Fiction - Japanese: Spooky Surprises: A Halloween Picnic in Ueno Park Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.com/ja/episode/2025-10-18-07-38-20-ja Story Transcript:Ja: 秋の日、上野公園は色とりどりの紅葉でにぎわっていました。En: On an autumn day, Ueno Park was bustling with colorful fall foliage.Ja: 澄んだ空気の中、子供たちはハロウィンの衣装を着て遊んでいます。En: In the clear air, children were playing dressed in Halloween costumes.Ja: ハルカ、タケシ、ユキは、公園でピクニックをするためにやってきました。En: Haruka, Takeshi, and Yuki came to the park to have a picnic.Ja: 三人はハロウィンの装飾が施されたバスケットを持って、木の下に広げる場所を見つけました。En: The three of them carried a basket decorated for Halloween and found a spot to spread out under a tree.Ja: 「ここがいいね！」とハルカが笑顔で言いました。En: "This place is nice!" Haruka said with a smile.Ja: タケシはバスケットを開けました。En: Takeshi opened the basket.Ja: しかし、中を見てびっくりしました。En: However, upon looking inside, he was shocked.Ja: 「何これ？サンドイッチじゃなくて、ゴムのクモや光る牙が入ってる！」En: "What's this? Instead of sandwiches, there are rubber spiders and glowing fangs!"Ja: ユキは大笑いしました。En: Yuki burst out laughing.Ja: 「ハロウィンらしいね！面白いじゃない？」と言って、ゴムのクモを持ち上げました。En: "It's very Halloween-like, isn't it? Isn't it fun?" she said, lifting up a rubber spider.Ja: ハルカは肩をすくめ、En: Haruka shrugged her shoulders.Ja: 「たぶん知らないうちにバスケットを交換しちゃったんだよ」と言いました。En: "Maybe we accidentally swapped baskets without realizing it," she said.Ja: タケシは少し困り顔。En: Takeshi looked a bit worried.Ja: 「でも、どうしよう？」と心配しました。En: "But what should we do?" he asked anxiously.Ja: ハルカは目を輝かせて言いました。「このまま楽しもうよ！これを使ってハロウィンゲームをしよう！」En: Haruka's eyes sparkled as she said, "Let's just enjoy it! Let's use these to play Halloween games!"Ja: ユキも賛成し、「いいね！トレジャーハントにしよう！」と言いました。En: Yuki agreed and said, "Great! Let's make it a treasure hunt!"Ja: 三人は芝生の上にゴムのクモを隠し合ったり、光る牙でお互いを脅かしたりしました。En: The three of them hid rubber spiders on the lawn, spooking each other with the glowing fangs.Ja: その騒ぎが、他の公園に来ていた人々の注目を集め、次第に参加者が増えていきました。En: Their commotion caught the attention of other people in the park, and gradually more participants joined in.Ja: まるで小さなハロウィンパーティーみたいでした。En: It was almost like a small Halloween party.Ja: みんな笑顔で参加してくれました。En: Everyone joined in with smiles.Ja: やがて、元のバスケットの持ち主がやってきました。En: Eventually, the owner of the original basket showed up.Ja: 事情を聞いて大笑い！En: After hearing the circumstances, they burst out laughing!Ja: すると、彼らは自分たちの美味しい食べ物を分けてくれました。En: Then, they shared their delicious food with them.Ja: 最後に、みんなで一緒におやつを食べて楽しい時間を過ごしました。En: In the end, everyone enjoyed snacks together and had a great time.Ja: ハルカは「意外なことが起きても、楽しむことが大事だね」と言い、タケシも少し考えを改めました。En: Haruka said, "Even when unexpected things happen, it's important to have fun," and Takeshi also reconsidered.Ja: 「時にはこういうハプニングも悪くないね」と言いました。En: "Sometimes, these kinds of happenings aren't so bad," he said.Ja: ユキは大満足で、「今日は最高の思い出になったね！」と声を上げました。En: Yuki was fully satisfied and exclaimed, "Today became the best memory!"Ja: 大笑いしながら、三人は帰り道に秋の香りを楽しみました。En: Laughing loudly, the three of them enjoyed the scent of autumn on their way home.Ja: 予想外のハロウィン、思い出に残る一日になりました。En: An unexpected Halloween turned into a memorable day. Vocabulary Words:autumn: 秋bustling: にぎわっていましたfoliage: 紅葉picnic: ピクニックbasket: バスケットdecorate: 装飾が施されたrealizing: 気づかないうちにaccidentally: 知らないうちにswapped: 交換しちゃったanxiously: 心配しましたsparkled: 輝かせてtreasure hunt: トレジャーハントhidden: 隠し合ったspooking: 脅かしたりcommotion: 騒ぎcircumstances: 事情delicious: 美味しいconsidered: 考えを改めましたunexpected: 意外なことparticipants: 参加者gradually: 次第にowner: 持ち主memorable: 思い出に残るexclaimed: 声を上げましたfully: 大満足でscent: 香りswapped: 交換しちゃったglowing: 光るspiders: クモhappenings: ハプニング

Ambie, Crystal, and special guests Kevin and Roy discuss a couple games they played recently, including Yogi, Mr Postmouse's Picnic, and Twinkle Twinkle (plus the How I Wonder expansion and Extraterrestrials mini-expansion). Then, since it's almost Halloween, we talk about scary monsters, movies, and board games! 0:00-Intro 1:06-Recent Games - Yogi 4:08-Mr Postmouse's Picnic 6:59-Twinkle Twinkle 12:41-Spooky Stuff 22:55-Outro 24:16-Bloopers Join our discord Support us directly at https://ko-fi.com/boardgameblitz Or shop at our merch store or our Amazon Storefront This episode was sponsored by Grey Fox Games. Use the code "BLITZ10" to get 10% off your entire cart. Consolidated Links For the full show notes visit our site at http://www.boardgameblitz.com/posts/422

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Fluent Fiction - Catalan: Seagull Escapade: A Picnic Adventure in Empúries Ruins Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.com/ca/episode/2025-10-08-07-38-20-ca Story Transcript:Ca: A les ruïnes antigues d'Empúries, les fulles de tardor ballaven al vent, creant un paisatge màgic contra el mar Mediterrani.En: Among the ancient ruins of Empúries, the autumn leaves danced in the wind, creating a magical landscape against the Mediterranean Sea.Ca: En Jordi, la Marta i en Pau havien viatjat fins allà per gaudir d'un pícnic tranquil.En: Jordi, Marta, and Pau had traveled there to enjoy a peaceful picnic.Ca: La Marta admirava les restes de pedra mentre en Pau feia broma sobre si els romans també tenien problemes amb les gavines.En: Marta admired the stone remains while Pau joked about whether the Romans also had trouble with seagulls.Ca: En Jordi, amb el seu toc meticulós, havia portat una cistella plena de deliciosos entrepans.En: Jordi, with his meticulous touch, had brought a basket full of delicious sandwiches.Ca: Volia que tot fos perfecte.En: He wanted everything to be perfect.Ca: Van trobar un lloc assolellat i van estendre una tovallola de quadres.En: They found a sunny spot and spread out a checkered blanket.Ca: Els riures ressonaven entre les ruïnes mentre gaudien de la vista.En: Laughter echoed among the ruins as they enjoyed the view.Ca: De sobte, l'aparició inesperada d'una gavina destorbà la pau.En: Suddenly, the unexpected appearance of a seagull disturbed the peace.Ca: Amb un moviment ràpid i atrevit, l'ocell va agafar un dels entrepans i va sortir volant.En: With a quick and bold move, the bird grabbed one of the sandwiches and flew away.Ca: La Marta primer va quedar sorpresa, però la situació va començar a fer-la riure.En: Marta was initially surprised, but the situation soon made her laugh.Ca: En Pau, no perdent l'oportunitat de fer una altra broma, va cridar: "És el roba entrepans més ràpid de la història!En: Pau, not missing a chance to make another joke, yelled, "It's the fastest sandwich thief in history!"Ca: "En Jordi es va aixecar ràpidament.En: Jordi quickly stood up.Ca: Aquest no era el pícnic que havia planejant, però no es rendiria sense més.En: This wasn't the picnic he had planned, but he wouldn't give up just like that.Ca: Es va girar cap als seus amics i, amb un somriure decidit, els va proposar seguir l'ocell.En: He turned to his friends and, with a determined smile, proposed they follow the bird.Ca: Els tres van començar una persecució divertida a través dels antics carrers d'Empúries.En: The three began a fun chase through the ancient streets of Empúries.Ca: Les ruïnes, amb els seus racons secrets i arcs antics, es van convertir en un escenari per a la seva aventura.En: The ruins, with their secret corners and ancient arches, became a stage for their adventure.Ca: En Pau, aprofitant les columnes, corria d'un costat a l'altre fent veure que era un explorador boig.En: Pau, taking advantage of the columns, ran from side to side pretending to be a mad explorer.Ca: La Marta seguia la gavina amb crits plens d'alegria.En: Marta followed the seagull with shouts full of joy.Ca: Finalment, després de moltes rialles i corredisses, van trobar la gavina aturada sobre una pedra, ja sense interès en l'entrepà.En: Finally, after much laughter and running, they found the seagull perched on a stone, no longer interested in the sandwich.Ca: En Pau, amb una idea esbojarrada, va fer una petita dansa que fins i tot va sorprendre l'ocell.En: Pau, with a wild idea, did a little dance that even surprised the bird.Ca: La gavina es va posar a volar, deixant enrere el que quedava de l'entrepà.En: The seagull took flight, leaving behind what remained of the sandwich.Ca: Amb l'entrepà recuperat, tot i que una mica desfet, el trio va tornar al seu lloc original del pícnic.En: With the sandwich recovered, although a bit ruined, the trio returned to their original picnic spot.Ca: Vam riure fins que no vam poder més mentre gaudien de la resta de l'àpat.En: They laughed until they couldn't anymore while enjoying the rest of the meal.Ca: En Jordi va adonar-se que, moltes vegades, l'alegria dels moments inesperats supera qualsevol pla perfecte.En: Jordi realized that, many times, the joy of unexpected moments surpasses any perfect plan.Ca: I així, mentre el sol s'amagava lentament darrere de les onades, en Jordi, la Marta i en Pau van saber que aquell pícnic seria recordat, no pels entrepans sinó per l'aventura compartida.En: And so, as the sun slowly set behind the waves, Jordi, Marta, and Pau knew that the picnic would be remembered, not for the sandwiches but for the shared adventure. Vocabulary Words:ruins: les ruïnesleaves: les fulleswind: el ventlandscape: el paisatgestone: la pedraremains: les restesseagulls: les gavinesmeticulous: meticulósblanket: la tovallolaappearance: l'apariciópeace: la paumove: el movimentthief: el lladreadventure: l'aventurachase: la persecucióstreets: els carrerscorners: els raconsarches: els arcsstage: l'escenariexplorer: l'exploradordance: la dansasunset: la posta de solwaves: les onadesmeal: l'àpatjoy: l'alegriamoment: el momentplan: el placolumns: les columnesmoonlight: la llum de la llunawhisper: el murmuri

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On the final episode of the show Zorba and Karl talk about the importance of health literacy, and they discuss why Americans get 55% of their calories from ultra-processed foods. Plus, they share a mouth-watering recipe for Picnic Chicken.

On the final episode of the show Zorba and Karl talk about the importance of health literacy, and they discuss why Americans get 55% of their calories from ultra-processed foods. Plus, they share a mouth-watering recipe for Picnic Chicken.

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