Podcasts about Plain Jane

Werbung:In dieser Folge bewerben wir die Produkte der aufgelisteten Shops und Marken.Wir bitten um freundliche Beachtung.Die EDC News gehen in die sechste Runde für 2025!Und damit sind wir im Juni. Das Jahr hat für uns richtig gut angefangen und es sieht ganz danach aus als würde es auch richtig gut weitergehen!Heute haben wir für euch am Start:Schneidwerk Harz:-Neue CJRB / Artisan Cutlery Modelle:https://schneidwerkharz.de/collections/neuigkeiten-Vorbestellung Berserk Blades BROK:https://schneidwerkharz.de/search?q=brok&options%5Bprefix%5D=last-Kizer Varatas Nitro-V:https://schneidwerkharz.de/search?q=varatas+nitro+v&options%5Bprefix%5D=lastKnife Lounge:-Otter Messer Ankermesser Micarta Grün:https://www.knife-lounge.de/otter-ankermesser-micarta-knife-lounge-exclusive-v2/kle13rf?affiliate-code=TimsSprachnachrichten-Piratech Kraken Slippy:https://www.knife-lounge.de/piratech-slippy-kraken/ptsk01?affiliate-code=TimsSprachnachrichten-Tactile Knife X Best Damn EDC Redhawk:https://www.knife-lounge.de/tactile-knife-redhawk/sw13096.1?affiliate-code=TimsSprachnachrichtenG-Gear:-Winkler Restock:https://www.g-gear.com/de/marken/winkler-knives/-Behring Made Knives:https://www.g-gear.com/de/marken/behring-made/Writing Turning Flipping:-Neutron Star Era 2, Plain Jane, Nail Nick:https://writingturningflipping.com/product_info.php?info=p13889_corncraft-knives-neutron-star-era-2.htmlMaltes Videos:Vorstellung: https://youtu.be/oaQ5CH1GtIw?si=bWlzX8_CGPAdHEeiReview: https://youtu.be/VF7-dUnN7Gc?si=NA5LgHfkLpRE4Aig-Queen Anne's Revenge:https://writingturningflipping.com/product_info.php?info=p13883_tuya-knife-queen-anne-s-revenge.htmlMesserdepot:-SK09 Naked (Drop 19.06.2025):https://messerdepot.de/de/drop-messer/-I.C.S.Y.W. Tool:https://messerdepot.de/de/i-c-s-y-w-tool-titan.html-SK-X im Messer Magazin Aktion:https://messerdepot.de/de/hersteller/messerdepot/sk-x/Detailbeschreibung:https://messerdepot.de/de/sk-x-slipjoint-taschenmesser-cpm20cv-stahl-stonewashed-full-titan-ohne-inlay.htmlUrban EDC:-Urban ISURUS:https://urbanedc.com/collections/drop

On a Thursday Drive, Josh tells why it's clear that Hunter Sallis is the closer on this Wake Forest team, explains why it's time to start getting excited of the Charlotte Hornets' “Core Four”, 6th man of the Tar Heels, BDaht, joins the show to talk about the possibility of Deion Sanders coaching his Cowboys and to see if Josh knows what a “Plain Jane” is in a session of Grammar School, and Terrence Oglesby, from The Field of 68, joins the show to tell who is playing better as the second best team in the ACC behind Duke, between Louisville and Clemson.

It's time for book number 2 in the Lady Janies series and much to your hosts surprise, its an anthology series! That's right, a whole new Jane and a whole new cast of characters to go on an adventure with. Meet Jane Eyre and her friend Charlotte Bronte (sounds familiar, right?) in a world of school and being poor, there's also ghosts! Like, a LOT of ghosts. Jane can see them! Charlotte cannot! Alexander also can and he's a ghost hunter. Tune in for the take on what ACTUALLY happened to Jane Eyre and her happily ever after. 

Director Susie Singer Carter Susie is an award-winning writer, playwright, director, producer, and actress. She started her TV/Film career in 2006 writing, producing, and directing two children's series for CBS Saturday morning, “Cake” and “Dance Revolution”. She moved into features writing “BRATZ” for Lionsgate and co-producing “Soul Surfer” for Sony. Her short film, “My Mom and The Girl” starring Valerie Harper in her final beautiful performance, won numerous awards including Best Direction, Best Short Film, Best Ensemble Cast, was officially selected at the “Emerging Filmmaker Showcase” at Cannes 2017 winning a spot in the PBS Fine Cuts series, and was Oscar's qualified in 2018. During the pandemic, Susie launched two successful podcasts. Her talk show, "Love Conquers Alz", received Best Podcast 2020 by New Media Film Festival and is now in its third season. She recently completed the firs season of her scripted comedy/horror, "I Love Lucifer", nominated for 7 Audio Verse Awards. Most recently, Susie was commissioned to adapt the book PLAIN JANE, and is currently attached to direct the dramedy based on the debut novel of the same title by Barrie Levitt Knee. Susie is currently writing, producing, and directing a feature documentary, No Country For Old People, a critically needed documentary inspired by her Mother's last 6 months of life in a Long Term Care facility in 2022. Susie knows the power of storytelling and has attracted an impressive list of the most talented and staunch advocates to contribute to the film. She has also partnered with The National Consumer Voice for Quality Long Term Care who are fiscally sponsoring the film by providing a 501(c)(3) status.

Radi Nabulsi: UGA offense needs to stay Plain Jane against Tennessee full 604 Fri, 15 Nov 2024 17:23:29 +0000 i27eywBM8ow1aHnowmc701unXgEsofro sports,whatcom/skagit/island counties,wo category The Midday Show with Andy & Randy sports,whatcom/skagit/island counties,wo category Radi Nabulsi: UGA offense needs to stay Plain Jane against Tennessee The Midday Show 2022 © 2021 Audacy, Inc. Sports Sports Sports Sports Sports Sports Sports Sports Sports Sports sports Sports Sports Sports Sports False https://player.amperwave

Looking for a good book for young readers? Carol Roberts, head of Young People's Services at Troy Public Library, talks about four recently released books that she deems really good reads. "Mexikid: A Graphic Memoir" (Martin, 2023) tells of a child in a large family in California who starts out resenting having to make room for his Mexican grandfather to move in, but comes to welcome the change. In "Plain Jane and the Mermaid" (Brosgol, 2024), an orphaned single child ventures to save her possible fiance from an evil mermaid, encountering dangerous creatures and challenges. The story has beautiful colorful illustrations. "The Eyes and the Impossible" (Eggers, 2023) is written from the point of view of a wild dog who patrols a park, with the help of many fellow animals, and reports to the bisons in charge. "The Dark: Wild Life in the Mysterious World of Caves" (Leigh, 2024) introduces a variety of real critters that live in caves, with colorful depictions of each of them. For more details, visit www.thetroylibrary.org. Produced by Brea Barthel for Hudson Mohawk Magazine.

Ash's Cabin, Here I am I am Me, Plain Jane and the Mermaid, Back in Black Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

In this lively episode of "What Are Your Thoughts? with Michael and Danny," we dive into the latest buzz, starting with RuPaul guest-hosting "Jimmy Kimmel Live!" alongside special guests Sapphiera, Plain Jane, Nymphia Wind, and the Demeure Girl. We also dish on the latest drama from the world of Drag Race and debate whether fame is more overwhelming than ever. Then, we reminisce about our favorite eras of iconic artists like Michael Jackson and Beyoncé. Finally, we play a fun game of "What's the Best Of?" where we debate the best in various categories, from the best female and male singers to the best movies and actors. Join us for a spirited discussion that's sure to entertain!

Aurora Winter, MBA, is a successful entrepreneur, bestselling author, TV writer-producer and the founder of www.SamePagePublishing.com. Using her expertise in film and neuroscience, she helps people tell memorable stories that build brands, books, and businesses.Aurora chats with Derek about her early career as a film producer, her passion for helping aspiring writers, and why it's a good idea to turn a screenplay into a book. She also talks about her “Magic, Mystery and the Multiverse” series, listens to Derek pitch the story of his wife's short film, “Plain Jane”, the need for creative fulfillment, and the challenges of crowdfunding.Check out Aurora's website:https://www.aurorawinter.com/Follow and subscribe to the show:https://linktree.com/reelwisdompod Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Werbung: In dieser Folge bewerbe ich die Produkte von Arno Bernard. Ich bitte um freundliche Beachtung. Klassische Linien und eine Fülle an unterschiedlichen Schalen- und Griffmaterialien, aber auch die Liebhaber vom klassischen Plain Jane werden hier glücklich. Abalone, gefärbte Knochen oder eine alte Bowling Kugel, bei Arno Bernard wird jeder der Messer mag fündig! Große und kleine feststehende Messer, verschließender Klapper oder Slipjoint, Arno Bernard hat's! Jedes Produkt ist mit Perfektion gebaut und das fühlt man! Aber wie hat es angefangen und wo geht die Reise noch hin? Hören wir es uns an! Hat EDC schon immer eine Rolle in deinem Leben oder in dem deines Vaters gespielt? Woher kam die Idee die eigene Marke aufzubauen? Was war der ursprüngliche Zweck der Messer von Arno Bernard? Wie seid ihr zu all diesen unterschiedlichen Materialien gekommen? Wird alles in Südafrika gebaut? Wie enstehen neue Designs und Ideen? Was ist euer größter Einfluss? Das Familiengeschäft am laufen halten - ein wahrgewordener Traum? Gibt es etwas was du anteasern kannst? Was ist dein liebstes Produkt? Arno Bernard in drei Worten! Links: Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/arnobernardknives/ https://www.instagram.com/arnobernardpens/ Homepage: https://arnobernard.com/ https://arnobernardpens.com/

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I am a plain Jane, I feel more comfortable dressing down. Contact me at swarnregina@gmail.com

On Episode 101 of Floating through Film we begin our new series picked by Blake, John Woo! After Blake tells us why he picked the Hong Kong master, and the other two also give their thoughts on him, we jump into two early Woo movies, 1979's Last Hurrah for Chivalry (13:21), and 1982's Plain Jane to the Rescue (1:01:19) We hope you enjoy! Episode Next Week: A Better Tomorrow + The Killer Music: - Intro: from Last Hurrah for Chivalry (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jp22Qg-CnZU&ab_channel=sentimentalswordswoman) - Break: from Last Hurrah for Chivalry - Outro: from Plain Jane to the Rescue (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GNeK_x5--tM&ab_channel=RomanTam-Topic) Hosts: Luke Seay (https://letterboxd.com/seayluke/), Blake Tourville (https://letterboxd.com/blaketourville/), and Dany Joshuva (https://letterboxd.com/djoshuva/) Podcast Links (Spotify and Apple): https://linktr.ee/floatingthroughfilm Letterboxd: https://letterboxd.com/floatingfilm/ Email: floatingthroughfilm@gmail.com

Luxx Noir London (RuPaul's Drag Race) gives her take on this current season and Eric starts subconsciously saying "boots". We also discuss:-that famous What Would You Do clip: "YOU'RE BI"-Lux's fight with Poo Crave (not a typo)-having your parents watch you on TV-JLo's actingplus we ask, "is Plain Jane giving fun shade or c*nty gay?" (PS this episode was recorded before the most recent Drag Race ep, girlinas)**********************************************************************COMMENT CONTEST: if the world was ending and you could only save ONE character actress...WHO would you save and WHY? Submit your answer by clicking 5-stars-- it helps the pod and lets your voice be HEARD.To join the patreon (and get closer to Eric's thirst trap drop), go to patreon.com/gayasspodcastThat's A Gay Ass Live Show x Netflix Is A Joke Fest Tix: https://new.hotelcafe.com/event/netflix-is-a-joke-presents-thats-a-gay-ass-live-show/Follow Luxx on Instagram (@luxxnoirlondon), Twitter (@luxxnoirlondon), and see her live on tour!Follow Eric (@ericwillz) and Gay Ass Podcast (@gayasspodcast) and tag us if you liked this ep :)Boots.Support this show http://supporter.acast.com/thats-a-gay-ass-podcast. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

We're back this week to discuss a band that experienced highs, lows, and tragedy throughout their career as we pick The Best & Worst of Warrant. Warrant, formed in Hollywood in 1984, would go through changes in their early years that would lead to recruiting then-Plain Jane members Jani Lane and Steven Sweet into the band. A false start under Prince, a soundtrack appearance, and touring would result in the band getting signed to Columbia Records. 1989's 'Dirty Rotten Filthy Stinking Rich' would spawn several hit singles including 'Down Boys,' 'Big Talk,' and 'Heaven' with the latter hitting #2 on Billboard. The doors would blow wide open with the release of 1990's 'Cherry Pie,' a song that was a blessing and a curse to the band. Controversy would also follow the band on their first two albums with British guitarist Mike Slamer being rumored to handle all guitar parts in the studio. 1992 would see musical tides shifting amid the release of 'Dog Eat Dog,' a tougher album produced by Michael Wagener. Things would stranger and more experimental with the band's 1995 and 1996 releases, 'Ultraphobic' and 'Belly to Belly' respectively. The band would flame out and briefly reunite before shifting singers twice more. Lead singer Jani Lane would tragically pass away to alcohol poisoning in 2011. We cover the Jani Lane lane era of Warrant this week and discuss those albums as well as the new tracks on Greatest & Latest (1999) and Under the Influence (2001) while picking what we deem to be the best and worst track off each. There's a lot to cover on and off the stage with this band and we think you'll enjoy our discussion. Let us know what your Best & Worst of Warrant is in the comments! Decibel Geek is a proud member of the Pantheon Podcasts family. Contact Us! Rate, Review, and Subscribe in iTunes Join the Facebook Fan Page Follow on Twitter Follow on Instagram E-mail Us Subscribe to our Youtube channel! Support Us! Buy a T-Shirt! Donate to the show! Stream Us! Stitcher Radio Spreaker TuneIn Become a VIP Subscriber! Click HERE for more info! Comment Below Direct Download  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

We're back this week to discuss a band that experienced highs, lows, and tragedy throughout their career as we pick The Best & Worst of Warrant. Warrant, formed in Hollywood in 1984, would go through changes in their early years that would lead to recruiting then-Plain Jane members Jani Lane and Steven Sweet into the band. A false start under Prince, a soundtrack appearance, and touring would result in the band getting signed to Columbia Records. 1989's 'Dirty Rotten Filthy Stinking Rich' would spawn several hit singles including 'Down Boys,' 'Big Talk,' and 'Heaven' with the latter hitting #2 on Billboard. The doors would blow wide open with the release of 1990's 'Cherry Pie,' a song that was a blessing and a curse to the band. Controversy would also follow the band on their first two albums with British guitarist Mike Slamer being rumored to handle all guitar parts in the studio. 1992 would see musical tides shifting amid the release of 'Dog Eat Dog,' a tougher album produced by Michael Wagener. Things would stranger and more experimental with the band's 1995 and 1996 releases, 'Ultraphobic' and 'Belly to Belly' respectively. The band would flame out and briefly reunite before shifting singers twice more. Lead singer Jani Lane would tragically pass away to alcohol poisoning in 2011. We cover the Jani Lane lane era of Warrant this week and discuss those albums as well as the new tracks on Greatest & Latest (1999) and Under the Influence (2001) while picking what we deem to be the best and worst track off each. There's a lot to cover on and off the stage with this band and we think you'll enjoy our discussion. Let us know what your Best & Worst of Warrant is in the comments! Decibel Geek is a proud member of the Pantheon Podcasts family. Contact Us! Rate, Review, and Subscribe in iTunes Join the Facebook Fan Page Follow on Twitter Follow on Instagram E-mail Us Subscribe to our Youtube channel! Support Us! Buy a T-Shirt! Donate to the show! Stream Us! Stitcher Radio Spreaker TuneIn Become a VIP Subscriber! Click HERE for more info! Comment Below Direct Download  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

0:41 - 7:12 PM 2:47 - I'M DAT N** 5:40 - PUFFIN ON ZOOTIEZ 7:26 - FOR A NUT 8:01 - SUPERHERO 9:27 - ME OR SUM feat Nardo 10:29 - Nardo Wick comes out 11:33 - WHO WANT SMOKE feat Nardo 13:15 - STICK TALK 15:26 - BUGATTI 16:13 - MOVE THAT DOPE 17:06 - THOUGHT IT WAS A DROUGHT 19:32 - SAME DAMN TIME 20:41 - LOVE ME 22:36 - JUMPMAN 24:40 - WICKED 25:29 - FREAK HOES 26:18 - REAL SISTERS 27:02 - KING'S DEAD 28:03 - TRAP N*** 28:58 - NEW LEVEL feat A$AP Ferg 31:24 - PLAIN JANE by Ferg 33:05 - RELATIONSHIP 34:02 - THAT'S IT 34:36 - DRANKIN' & SMOKIN' 36:31 - WAY 2 SEXY 37:23 - LOW LIFE 41:27 - WAIT 4 U 42:45 - LOVE YOU BETTER 44:24 - F*** UP SOME COMMAS 47:49 - MARCH MADNESS 51:33 - MASK OFF 54:40 - WORST DAY All uploads on this channel are for promotional purposes only! The music has been converted before uploading to prevent ripping and to protect the artist(s) and label(s). If you don't want your content here  please contact us immediately via email: allmusiclive@outlook.com and WE WILL REMOVE THE EPISODE IMMEDIATELY!  ONE GIG. 

Michael and Terry Pop Off about all things tv, movies, video games, music and social media trends.

Get ready for a supercharged episode of Sibling Rivalry! In "The One Where We Get Superpowers," Bob and Monet tackle the Plain Jane beef head-on, cook up plans for a tantalizing "Mushroom Pizza" podcast episode, and embark on a quest to discover their newfound superpowers. Join the trio as they dive deep into the age-old debate of superpowers, exploring what abilities Bob, Monet, and Jacob have acquired. Sparks fly as they engage in a lively argument over why Monet's superpower is undoubtedly cooler than Bob's. It's a showdown of epic proportions, filled with laughter, banter, and a dash of sibling rivalry. Don't miss this extraordinary episode where the dynamic trio takes siblinghood to superhero heights! Thanks to our sponsors: Start the Good Habit at https://tryfum.com/RIVALRY to save 10% off the Journey Pack today. Visualize a fantastic new year with Pair Eyewear. Go to https://paireyewear.com and use code SIBLING for 15% off your first pair.  DRIVE AWAY DOLLS is only in theaters February 23. Visit https://DriveAwayDollsMovie.com to get tickets now! Start building your credit. Open a Chime Checking account with at least a $200 qualifying direct deposit to get started. Get started at https://chime.com/rivalry.  Visit https://LELO.com now for exclusive discounts on luxury products, and use code *SIBLING10* at checkout for an additional 10% off your purchase! Want to see exclusive Sibling Rivalry Bonus Content? Head over to www.patreon.com/siblingrivalrypodcast to be the first to see our latest Sibling Rivalry Podcast Videos! @BobTheDragQueen @MonetXChange Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

This episode is a really laid back conversation with Rapper/writer Dajha Vu. We discuss our dating lives, her new music, her going viral on X and the role I played in it and so much more. This is really a fan favorite.

On this episode, Chris, Koi & J R find out if Men like women tatted or with No tattoos and why!

Maybe it's a secret weapon Maybe it's a blessing Maybe it's a lesson Maybe It's a curse Maybe it's the way I'm supposed to learn, I'm guessing Maybe's only make It worse, Take this day with a grain of salt, A lemon slice I promise you, I'll make it nice This is my purpose here: I Was sent To love you, so Suffer your feelings unto Me (Empathy) Maybe it's the sunrise Maybe it's a surprise Maybe it's my disguise I don't know Maybe it's some that place I should go I love my ‘home' But I'm all alone, so— Take this day with a grain of salt, A lemon slice I promise you, I'll make it nice This is my purpose here: I Was sent To love you, so Suffer your feelings unto Me (Empathy) Maybe I'm just crazy Maybe I'm your baby Maybe I'll be saving planet earth One day Maybe I'm just dying I'm so sick of crying But I won't stop trying, no Maybe you're the greatest Maybe I'm the latest Maybe fill my plate with Everything I hate Maybe I'm too late, but Maybe I've been waiting Lately I've been dreaming Of us So just Bare with me Certainly In love With you No maybes. Take this day with a grain of salt, A lemon slice I promise you, I'll make it nice This is my purpose here: I Was sent To love you, so Suffer your feelings unto Me, too (Empathy) Maybe it's my Purple Heart Maybe this is just the start Maybe we are just apart For now Maybe it's your pretty eyes Maybe it's the moonlight nights Maybe I'm just star struck Right now Right now Right now Maybes make everything better. Cross my heartHope to dieWish I never seen your eyesI'm emptyDidn't see a thingI just heard a ringing in my earsI heard you thought I wanted diamond ringsNahI'm just singing these songs you wrote to myselfI just put your name in the book on my shelf, titled“Things I'll get to later.”And I will,I have Will powerAnd you have Will I Am's number on standby LOL (Skrill-I-Am--who said that???)And I'll probably fly standby next time I fly...Because...yes, I was looking right at you—Write about it? I have to;I'm half blue—and the music in my queue is half you,So what am I supposed to do—?Just not?What am I supposed to say? I said“Stop. Get out of my head.”Perhaps if I had a bed, I'd let you in itCause you've been in my head, already—there's no closer than thatAnd I can't hide from the shadows you cast on the inside of my eyelids anymore than I can the darkness of my skin, or the coldness of my spirit;My heart is just as warm as ever, though—and you can hear it...Sunken, syncing to the rhythms of any beat loud enough to rock it out of the lucid dream I fell intoWeeks ago,Weeks before I saw your eyes,weeks before I heard the lies that I could be,Would beWas chosen—But I won't be, that's not my place in this world; my place is to see you and wonder, and watch, and wait—And listen to the words nobody else can hear,When your music speaks.Maybe “I see you” was accurate—Maybe “I hear you “is all that's leftMaybe “I feel you” about sums it up. But “I love you.” Is what I would say, And you? Never.Because we don't know each other,We're just in the same places a lot;And most of those places are just,Extended parking lots where old would gather in the twisted moonlight...And the moonlight...That was the other thing I saw.Until next time. Got me stress eatingIn-n-out of meetings all dayIn-n-out sounds okay“No, you're out.”Sounds okayOkay—Are you ok?Not like Annie—I mean, you can be—But that's not really my thing;Quick fling for some bling without a diamond ringI don't fuck with thatAnd you can ask my ex, is we fuckin?Nah, I'm over thatPut me on the guillotine—Read between the linesI was fuckin doing everythingFuckin doing fineI was on my grind—Didn't have the time for noExplaining why the fuck I go and listen to sublimeI hate the lime-lightPay attention to me harder andI just mightLose it been Losin it since before it was a hit, and I admit—I miss the shit I came up on,I admit:I miss the days where I had fun andP.S.- yes I'm the best at passing a testDon't need to study the materialIs really all here—just pay attentionAttention deficit disorder;My auntie a hoarder but I'm borderline everything:You feelin me? Scary Monsters, and… In silent desperation Waiting for a cause To the effect of your reflection Pretty is, is pretty does Nothing breaks like a heart, and This is the heartland Careful where you tread Every corner has a landmine Surpassing hunger's grip There are monsters in your midsts Awakened demons in the Light and darkness calmly came upon us Resting is the wicked But my blindness is in hoping Certainty was lovely But I had to move away Merry Christmas Merry Christmas My wishlist is full of Equipment I need, To complete me: I need me to make me a star, but only so I can afford to go far And be single; Go tell Kris Kringle He missed me-- I don't have a chimney; but I have a fire Inside My Heart. (Well, I guess it's a start--) Nevermind, Merry Christmas Merry Christmas My tree is at Mildred E. Mathias Gardens, so Pardon my lack of decor, It's horrible, send me an angel For the top of my tree cause thee last Starr I had broke The spirit of Christmas-- (And half of my face, so) Half of me is so displaced, And, the other half's floating in space Somewhere, and... I miss my son Bearr, but I can't be there-- It's unfair how Awareness is blinding me barren I'd fly through Mcarren today if I could, I would. I would. I would. ...just to say Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas. I saw myself skateboarding Through all the hallways, here Wearing a Santa Suit Handing out Kandi's And blasting my favorite DJs; The music of Music producers who made me… It's crazy, but lately I'm fasting & praying-- Pretending i'd be there with Bells on in Texas-- I miss my Lexus, but I'll drive this Pontiac, back to my boy; That's my Ode De Joy, Merry Christmas. (I'm Sorry that I had to miss this, dismiss this intention I set, miss my favorite set-- (1, 2, 3 times, a charm) I'll just tattoo my arm Lost the bet, but I can't lose this job; I was robbed of my Christmas, cause Corporate owns me-- I'm ever so lonely O Holy Night, I mean Oh, Holy shit: You're right-- I forgot To name all the Monsters and Sprites Despite all my tries, No surprise-- It's the light in my eyes Dying on this Christmas Night Turn Off The Lights I'll Miss Lights All Night Merry Christmas. Unfortunately, my Time isn't mine these double-pay days aren't worth all i'm losing but I'm losing my, losing my Mind And my youth to the fact That if I don't come back I'll fade Back To Black At the end of the act and I won't have a job, so I don't know, I guess this is my Merry Christmas. Chopstixx And this is me Eating with chopsticks, with two hands So hungry So empty Waiting for someone to love me. Screens ...and I can't see the world you live in Silver screens and digital, digital scenes So serene, the sea I swim in; See the natural world. With Light & Love There is light, shine it You are love, define it 333 The world is waking up (The world is waking up) But I was just asleep (I was asleep/I was asleep) If the world was just a dream (If life is but a dream) Then this is reality. Death Wish I live in this place, that I hate Blank slate, and slated; contemplated suicide, once or twice but not now not now— I just have a death wish. All my past selves are colliding; I've been inviting the chaos, and wondering why, why, why I must live inside of a digital box Nothing lasts always, outside of the cloud Nothing lasts always, mom would be proud (if I) Nothing lasts always, look in the mirror and wonder who myself is— Maybe it's selfish, but I have a death wish I live in this space, I've created I cannot hate it, it's comfortable, peaceful, relaxed and though i've been abandoned by man, I just dance, I don't wanna hold hands right now, right now Nothing lasts always, outside of the cloud Nothing lasts always, mom would be proud (if I) Nothing lasts always, look in the mirror and wonder How could I How could I How could I Be myself. Spider Bites Sleeping with spidersWaking to sounds of silenceI see the lightSleeping in spider bites It's right outside my window paneAnd the pain I have insideCombination of guilt and prideI can't hide in this placeI almost died in this place Now everyone thinks I'm a liarI'd set it on fire,Watch it burn—The city to which I could never return. Sleeping with spidersWaking to sounds of silenceI see the lightSleeping in spider bites Sleeping In Spider Bites Songs in my head that I can't writeWrongs I can't rightMy clothes are too tight,I just mightI just mightDie in this place Face it, look at this faceDisfigured and fakeDarkened and sunbakedDisgraceful, I hate itAnd maybe I waited too longThought I was just being strong Now everyone thinks I'm a liarI'd set it on fire,Watch it burn—The city to which I could never return. Sleeping with spidersWaking to sounds of silenceI see the lightSleeping in spider bites Sleeping In Spider Bites Sleeping In Spider Bites 1:15 AM Little lonely planetSpinning on my axisI don't need my glassesTo feelLittle lonely ladyMisses little babyAttracted to you latelyToo realI'm sorry, it's been cloudyThis can't be about meIn a crowd you can't seeMy faceStanding in a cornerFighting for my honorNo this isn't reallyMy placeI'm a space cadetSucked in a vacuumAnd I'm losing itThought I could find youThe stars look so marvelousI never thought it could beI guess it wasn't meantFor me Nobody's Type Everybody got preferences, Don't need to be checking my references You say that I'm hella exotic I say that your energy's toxic Bad mind be robotic I'm not sick—I'm not shit It's obvious: you're oblivious And she's envious of my (shhhh) Why? Trust Fall Trust the process, don't let go. Synesthesia Sensory overload I saw the sun explode I know I've been exposed To those (x3) echoes Runner Twin (True Flame) Shh. Don't speak, Just feel—it's real. I love you. Yellow. I sense that it's mellow... And running away—it's ok— I'm insane & slightly deranged... But I love you; If that's not true, I don't know what is—cause I know what love is. Please forgive me for my sins— My subconscious wins me over, And over and over, overthinking unclearly too wearily depresses my synthesis...this unlimited energy is consumed in rage and hatred, self pity and witty phenomena nobody can seem to explain—what's wrong with my brain, to be this way? What's wrong with my eyes, to see this way? I see the world changing a different way—less humanity, more insanity—like me, but more of a calamity; a catastrophe, actually. But, I love you. I'll always love you. I'll always love you. I'll always love. 48 Days Later Desperate? That's how it gets It's been about 48 days of this shit I'm crazed for this shit Been dazed. Extra? You betcha. I'm not trying to hear it Not trying to go near it I stay clear of it SHUT THE FUCK UP. I need peace And then you woke me up My life was in pieces And you're having fun? Dissecting me at intersections Sending me in opposite directions Wasting my energy Wasting the synergy that could be If you would be Listening to me as much as I HEAR YOU. Stay clear of me, I don't want you near me Do you hear me? I need to be satisfied Not made to cry Or made to think I should shut up and die (By the way, I hate black guys.) So fire away. Hands Sign language The new divine language This anguish is vacant; Apologies, this isn't me. I'm squinting, trying to see The light? It's bright. “Silence so I see...” I smile pleasantly At me I Live Here I live here 15 more days I'm not paying your way Cute trick, but okay This is lame ... I live here; I heard all your lies, By passing the time— I'm just a passerby But I try...not to cry. It's a synthesis... I meant this shit. 3 Times Is A Charm I hate goodbyes Cause you never said it I hate replies Cause you never sent it I hate good highs, I'll admit it; Cause I know what's below 3 times, and you know— Something bad's coming. I'm Dun Been abandoned about 100 times Not gonna take it at another person's pace I'm not running in someone else's race This is my place This is my new place Haste makes waste; Now I'm done for. Cryy Just another ghost I ain't gonna cry about it I'm not gonna boast I'm not gonna cry about it (Pshhh. Burnt toast) I ain't gonna lie about it Almost Not even gonna try about it So close I ain't gonna cry about it I ain't gonna cry about it Patience. Alaska 8, LA -3 Not smart enough? That's tough. Not brave enough? That's ruff Got fat on ya? That's fluff— Enough stuff—have a puff. Must Be ADD Must be hard to be Jon Must be hard to have 9 TVs on Must be hard to be hard Must be hard to fuck blondes Must be hard to go on-and-on... Must be. On Me Wear my heart on my sleeve; If you died I would grieve you I didn't believe you There were two blue planets Dammit— Thought I had you at “Are you okay?” But it's just me. So, sorry… it must be hard Being on guard all the time Don't know what your life is like Won't try to guess I'm just obsessed because you're blessed if this a test I know I failed. And if I was you— I prolly woulda bailed On me. So-So Sorry sorry, I worry-worry No one will love me Like I love the world. And I do know you— But I do owe you an apology... Technology...is too much for me Wiki is the key, and I won't look 3 times. You know who you are; You set the bar too high. Now it's too late Another obsession— I'm just a mental case. Sorry honey. You looked at me funny... And I fell apart. That was the start Of another broken heart Priest Not suicidal Fuck an idol Music is like my bible I'm liable to read it to you, Judas. Alaska's On Fire Smoke & Rain Purple mountains Burning fire Red sun Lights & lazers Celebration Never ending Have fun Goodbye, I Love You Twisted state of consciousness This world is in Chaos I lost you at “hello.” Hey Mr. Mojo Risin There's smoke on the horizon For miles...tired eyes don't lie; Look at the sky— Wondering ‘why' I Do This is what love is at a distance Had you and then gone in an instant Now you're just one of my wishes upon a flower Danced into the midnight hour Wondered why I turn a shade of blue Brighter than the planet that I knew I love you— From a distance. I'm sorry that I missed this chance. Just let me have final dance. I know the moments passed, true... Want to think I know you like I do. “I Fell ” Throwing elbows Who the hell knows How many times I've been hit How many times I've been choked Exploded and exposed to the officers, the Lucifer I married first And what's worse is I kept my mouth shut, even after he split it open— I was hopin he'd at least open his heart Instead he departed the apartment Started Making threats about all his regrets, Left a mess and tested me with suicidal tendencies— Almost beat me dead and instead of feeling anything I said? He ran off. Left me with scars on my head— Blood on the walls, and the bed Red Lips Always Lie; You know why? I had two babies cryin' And he's flyin down the highway Tryin to meet with a “friend” Only told two people then, Lied to the rest of the world: Was Peggy's best girl Till he literally rocked my world. I said “oh, I hurt my face doing push ups” but I couldn't look up for a week, couldn't talk through my teeth, couldn't eat couldn't sleep— Lost my power, got weak And I think to myself “Why did I ever go back?” Lacked the confidence to leave— But now my heart's on my sleeve, And my sleeves are uneven, Cause I'm still grievin Might have still had two sons If I had just packed up And run away. Instead, I'm alone today. You predator, I'm the prey... But I still pray for you. Hunger Within ‘What are you hungry for?' Always wanting more One's not enough— But two is too many. Is anything worth remembering? Rainbows round the sun; Halos round the moon “I didn't see anything... I didn't hear shit.” Maybe you were too lit— Maybe it was legit magic I thought it was fantastic, either way I only wanted you to play With me Stay With me Dance With me—mama Mia— I see everything History Mystery... Destroying “me” The longest ego death that ever was, “Never was.” “...fuck it.” I wish To dismiss Your sweet kiss on my lips Fuck it. Fuck it. When life gives you golf balls, you learn to drive— And you learn to thrive taking care of people too fucked up to take care of themselves. Top shelf liquor, top shelf buds Everyone uses something Everybody uses somebody Being Aliocha What does that mean? I'm hearing things, it seems Electricity, energy My family and friends taunting me Codeswitch How do You go, from ‘me—to you Did what you had to do Did what you wanted to: You're you. Seems like codeswitching Is bitching at people While listening to people Complain Seems like somebody is trying to get me a label of being insane Seems like somebody is making me crazy on purpose to play with my brain Seems like I'm just watching shadows and ghosts listening, whispering my name Motion, Words & Wisdom Part paranoia— And part defense system Am I just sick? Or am I a victim. You're speaking when you're speaking You stop thinking when I'm thinking Meanwhile I keep repeating— Motions, words—wisdom. Deja Friendly faces Looking in my eyes— Telling me something; yet saying another. “What?”, I ask. He answers “I'm here” I'm hearing his voice... On his presence I ponder. I wonder how much is true: ‘Who made who?' It's Deja Vu—I cant help it. Obsession is insanity, I felt it—I still do It's still you—I love you It's fucked up, I miss you; Goodbye then...I'll say it no issue. 16 Clubhouse Avenue I'm in the chamber of love The chamber of love Looked up and and I saw you I feel you just above ground And I'm calling you down, down You're the one I'm thinking of Seagulls and doves Hand in the sand and i draw you If I step into the sea I would probably drown, drown Swaying in the sound of deafness Can't you see that I'm so reckless Keep me waiting leave me breathless And I'm dancing to the sound of my heartbeat The sound of your heartbeat Melting away in the body heat Keeping the Rhythm with my feet (With harmony) Dancing to the sound of our heartbeat Living on love street Babe I can't wait till we next meet Keeping the rhythm with my feet Turned the page, I thought the show was done I was only trying to have some fun Lo$t This is not the place for you Turn away There is something better You are so alone in this world We are not your friends here Look at how you've grown This is now, and the times have changed you You will not be safe. . . Go collect your thoughts You're a ghost Look at what you wasted Dancing by yourself The world has eaten all your trust The embodiment of emptiness And empathy, at best Finally flew the coop And then retreated to your nest Go get some rest, bird Be seen and not heard This world is absurd Take away the night Take away the light Baby, I saw you take flight Feeling like something's not right... Fighting with all of your might Turn up the lights Feeling like somethings not right You're not out of mind, but I beg you to get out of sight You're blind tonight You're too precious for this restlessness No freedom on the guest list, this Is one of life's great lessons: Go home early, count your blessings Exxchange I swing like a Pendulum, pendulum, pendulum My mind is on the run Swing like a pendulum, pendulum, pendulum I'm in a party of one Be And if you love something, Let it go And if you lose someone Let them free That's all you'll ever be (is love) That's all you'll be You'll be Bass Canyon 2k19 Refrain? You're insane We had this conversation on the plane Ignoring all the pain inside You watched me walk away I'm afraid you got paid And in the end that it was made To make me kill myself again This is the world that I live in This is my universe (You said it was ours) This is my universe (I watched you for hours) This is my universe (I sent you pretty flowers) No you didn't Watched you spin it I was crying every minute Saw your heart and I was in it Played your part because you been it Can't connect you to [bleeped] J** S***** But I really can't admit it You're a secret You're a savior You're my planet You're my flavor Honey, do yourself a favor And just tell me what you savor You're a genius You're a vibe I'm just glad that you're alive If you won't let me join your tribe? I guess I'll have to build my hive Queen Bee LSD Made me who I'm ‘sposed to be Haven't even dosed you see: I don't need no ecstasy I haven't been smoking weed But sometimes that's the thing I need You planted all of satans seed The world I see is full of greed Changed my body Cause you put your Hands between my thighs And you were sposed to be my guy I think about you all the time And you know why Secret passwords and some rules I can apply When I walked by the place It's no mistake I peeked in through your eye The West Wing Take someone suicidal, Put them in a box Take away the freedom Take away the sun Laugh because they're hurting Learn to roll your eyes Keep them even longer When they call out all your lies Joyful, joyful I cannot trust No one's loyal Attitude adjustment I was spoiled rotten with Candy and soda But that causes everything, everything to start over Pick your poison Prescription or addiction Look to the horizon Never see the sun Venice Venture I loved you the moment I saw you; With wonder I finally saw you— Where is your soul? I wanted to hold you, I wanted to keep you whole Jumped into a hole and thought of you Jumped into a hole, and— I saw there were two I wanted to fill it... But wanted to feel you, too. Pod Of magic and memories Wonder and light Have you picked all your pennies Washed all your stones Counted your blessings Rested your bones? God rest your soul Praise The Skyy I missed work, But I found the rainbow I found myself But I dropped my halo I don't know about tomorrow But my futures so bright, I— Might just be the light, I— Might just see the sun-light Through the cloudy days Amazing, Praise the sky Origins When we were the ocean (echo) Before Father Time Remembrance of the divine It just was Nothing and everything Happened at once Just because It was all just an accident The happiest accident The world We were We are We are still here I am You are. We are still here. You Are What You Wiah Be careful what you wish for All of them come true Be careful what you wish for Nothing is ever untrue If it's there In your heart—in your soul In the place that dreams are made In the place that you were born from Your spirit speaks, So listen: Do not let go of what you know You have always known it Wishes Wishes Wishes are your truth Be careful what you wish for Your wishes become you. AlllStaR We're not finished yet, Chuck Taylor The journey hadn't ended— You've been on this expedition— And we've walked for miles and miles We have danced below the sunlight Even glided with the moon, right in the Heart and in the eye Of something-city. It never really mattered, being pretty Till it hit me: I could prob'ly buy the world, if I were free. Back to Abbot Kinney There is something we forgot The plot thickens like my waistline— All the sugar they refine, a goldmine Rotting minds and taking time away— Life away—if sad you eat, then sad you'll stay; Don't say it, today is just you cheating on yourself Your shelf life's not as long as your lifeline— Each palm a psalm, To each his own To teach, to own It's a lonely, road But if only, only... (From Holes) ‘If only, if only the woodpecker sigh... The bark on the tree was as soft as the skies... As [the] wolf waits below, both hungry and lonely—he cries to the moon ‘if only, if only' All is Well We don't need another song about... Because they're all about... And all my songs are about... Left it open, But it slammed behind me And I loved the sound Because it was meant to be Left it cracked, Like the egg that I am And I am in my own shell All is well All is well Butterflyy I am beside myself I am inside myself Abiding by rules I might have made Siiickness Bless You/ Fuck You Depends on the day Achoo—sorry— I hope you're okay. Left on time, but they— Found a way —for making me Pay for it Pay for it Pay for my way to get paid But Half of their shit is delayed (Bus-Bus/ Bus-Bus) [a waltz] (2/3) (Traiiin?) But Half of me probably made Up My mind “I'm fine.” I'm not. But— This life makes me want to give Love “What's up?” I'm down, ‘whaddup'? I need some friends Fill up (J fry, am I—am I—am...) My Cup No. Love? No. The plug? No. Sorry for bugging you, but “What?” ‘I'm up—what?' “Wake up, Love—“ Love? ... R3AL What is love/ What is real? What is love/ What is real? What is love/ What is real? What is love/ What is real? SUPA And You can't wear your heart on your sleeve With an S on your Chest But you have to believe You can do it Western Lights Diffractions in traffic Aurora Borealis Love The World Hate my job Hate my face Hate my life Hate this place Love the world Hate my life Hate my hair Hate my thighs Love is there Love the world Believe in Everything, have something To wake up for Believe in Everything, it's only Time to go When you say so, so Love the world Heart—Sleeve Hate myself Hate myself Hate myself Love you Hate myself Hate myself Hate myself Love you Hate myself Hate myself Hate myself Love you More and more Don't Go Like the sunlight reflects off the snow I just hope that you know That I love you Don't go I love you— Don't go I love you— You know And we're just two gaseous planets passing by Twinkling I'm your eyes Ships passing in the night Wannabee i wanna be alone i wanna be alone i wanna be alone Don't wanna be lonely Need someone to hold me I only need one But since there's no one... Stare into the sun I just wannabe— Wanna be Wanna be Wanna be (Wanna be?) Done One Just one me Just one world Just one tree; Just one girl M&C Misery loves company Misery loves company Misery loves company And misery is company— You're losin' me. Planets And we're just two gaseous planets passing by Twinkling I'm your eyes Ships passing in the night Noontime Take me to the Grammys I wanna meet the family I'm tryna keep it classy But the world is pretty trashy My license is a class C I'm average as I can be I want the presidency, so Somebody educate me Back To, Unh I'm late for my train Plain Jane, plain insane Look up, I see a plane I eat weight and then I gain it Clarissa, I can't explain it I wax it and then I wane it Phone Home like I'm Little Wayne, bitch I say ‘bitch' but then I hate it I hate bread but then I ate it I love cheese and so I grate it I love food and so I plate it Love DRuGs I love getting faded But lately the world is jaded So (Sung, nah-nah) I stay sober—found a four leaf clover Frozen in October Alaska getting colder When they say it's over, I linger, Get closer I need more exposure Cause I am getting older This instagram is closure No selfies and no posers Close your—mouth please Lose your spouse please Because he took your house keys (Choking sounds, gasping for air) I need fucking therapy— A doctor who won't lock me up A friend who won't block me out for keeping up with my fitness Do you get this? No. You don't know. Nobody really understands my self destruction plan But I don't really ‘need' a man, Because I wrote “I am” And, “And.” And—this is my Land ‘This is our world This is our sand' (box) Thinking about getting dread Locks I don't need headphones I need Aux— ‘I want to hold your hand' Awwwwsss— Walks on the beach I am a beached whale I am a teacher I'm gonna set sail Build me a church and steeple and steal from the people So tax free so evil Evil knieval midevil Shirts I was trippin on shirts Avoiding them flirts, the worst Laying me down in a hearse I never rehearse Live my whole life in reverse— I'm Benjamin button It hurts-hurts The world is George Lucas's first, Work From something to nothin, It works, church From First and to Last Every verse, verse Somebody come help break this Curse curse Demons in my universe—verse Remember you asked who came first—first (Two times?) ...it was the egg. Go break a leg. I don't have to beg I'm going to Vegas. Bitch I'm gonna be famous Bitch I'm already A-List Bitch I'm friends with the greatest Sun and the Moon and the stars were my latest design ‘Bitch you look fine' I promise, I'm not Promises, promises Thought I forgot ©racked Hacked Maybe because I'm black Maybe because they thought I'd attack Maybe cause I'm stacked with knowledge—I acknowledge I wanna go back to college to polish it I don't know what to call this shit; Trying to be an activist but I legit don't have the time or a spare fucking dime Bus lines wasting my time Wrote the bus song on my own vibe I don't write songs all of the time, But when I do, I use blue and my ‘Do' frame of miiind. Gotta find the right sound pack Gotta get a new backpack Gotta be myself, that's whack I can't go back I can't take that Can't fake facts: I've been hacked For no reason, that's stupid I left right on time Apple reads minds now, Google makes plans now I hope google plans how to explain how they made me insane picking at my brain— Need my phone to get by, Need my GPS or I digress, I'll leave my fucking phone at home— Cause I can find north, of course—- West is the beach and this beached whale sprouted legs and they can Walk for miles and miles It might be awhile to apply my airline miles, But I got different styles or writing I'm sick of fighting with myself— Pull the trigger already “No, you've already written too much about such and such, so—that would expose those who only hope you turn up your nose and, put a gun down your throat” Oh. Started working on my suicide note, And I wrote about how, now, I can't even go around without the sound of the 3 people dragging me down in my stupid Little Head. Nam Dama Mi That's an inner thought: Keep it to yourself Put it on the shelf, You're a mad man Do you remember me? I am the stars you see And the answer that you seek, Is the blinding light. Fight the tide, You're hiding— Wasting the days Resting Rest In Peace to the Rest of them, Following everyone's footsteps They're practically sheep, but You keep keeping up with them Friends? If only, if only. Depends on If you're feeling lonely, I guess. Do you remember yourself? She was healthy Do you remember her death? Falling victim to captive Both weakened and wealthy Was he, who Could see you Practically couldn't believe you Who was that? Inherited panic attacks from your past— Life goes on. Dos Mi like Viven LA or en Vegas? Dos You a writer or you tryna do this music? Dos Feel like eating pizza, chocolate, tacos mames? Dos Is dat hoe in buena o es muchas mala? Dos Laundromat Undercover 88 Crown Vic Victory is mine History is mine Hollywood bungalow Yucca & Vine Fine line between champagne & wine White lie When I say “I'm fine” Fine dining, I have no spine Calling the bank cause my card was Declined Ladder I climb I'm falling behind The children born after me Never you mind It's such a catastrophe Body & Mind Listen to Skrillex to help me unwind I need my glasses, Please help me find them I cannot see you— I'm Daphne I'm blind *gasp* “Are you okay?!” No—not today I fast and I pray that you won't go away I fast and I pray cause I need you to stay Good-hey, good, I need you to play My favorite songs when I go to the rave My favorite favorite favorite place One day they'll probably send me to space Because I belong to an alien race Cree-Cree phone home... I hate my phone I hate the phony Instagram hoes I hate my body Wanna go home Death is a freedom When we all fall asleep, Where do we roam? Noam Chomsky Write me a poem Cute pomsky— Wish I could show em. Dog show in dogtown You know what's up The tide is down I said surf's up If up is down Enough's enough I'll prob'ly drown Out Sounds How Now Brown Cow Tell Father Time That time is now There is no past There is no “how” There is no “try” There's only “do” There is no “I” There is no “you” The universe is 2+2 It all adds up It's all in view You know what's up And I do too For you are I, and I am you Absolutely: whooo are you? I am, he is, You are, he is, You are I am We are I am They are I am Me. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Sunny, sunny days Happy birthdays 60 earth days, or so I've been crazy, so... Here it goes. I chose you, And I don't suppose you know Cause I don't know you— Don't owe you an apology, But apologies, please accept these Tokens of appreciation For all the elation, and sensations I'm so sorry. The complexity of energy astounds me— Came around on day 2 of EDC just to see you, And I missed it. Lost it cause I lost track of time trying to find the reason why a certain guy wouldn't leave my side— And that's fine; he has a nice vibe But I've a one-track mind for your type of guy I'm kind of blind, but I can read between the lines— Every other song was a sign That you could be my guide; Already supplied me with doses of medication; alien communication I thought—not really, you're just really good at being smart So... Thank you I'm sorry I love you I miss you I was misused and abused, which confused me...like I said, sincerely— I'm sorry, Sonny. Sorry, sorry. You might find it funny, but nobody loves me the way I love music. I'm too sick to cope, And I hope you're okay. I really hope you're okay. I really hope you're okay. Cause now I just can't get it off my mind—didn't mind whoever's hands between my thighs— The vibe attracted me. Disastrously drunk, perhaps, But I collapsed at the showers— Waited in line bout an hour hearing “Skrillex-skrillex-skrillex” Nose to the ground, constantly looking around, thinking: “Well they couldn't be talking about me...” Because you wouldn't be thinking about me— I've had dogs barking at me for weeks, i think, so— Please excuse me when I say I'm crazy for you. Don't have a clue about your personal life— But a guy with a wife is off limits. I don't have a clue, true. You could be anything. Wikipedia would know, but I won't go there— And I wouldn't go over the rail for the purple water bottle— Went full-throttle on no-energy... What can I say? Sorry again. Sorry my life depends on your music—I can't mend your heart or recommend a friend—just another loose-end to this never ending story. I don't know who you are, And you might know who I am— Thought I saw you dancing as I laid down—thought I was making your face out... Thought I could be your predecessor, but really I'm just a word processor and don't possess any talent—granted, I've taken for granted and taken advantage of too much time Undressed you with my eyes the first time I saw you spinnin—I'm just living life in my own skin, and I've never been “the chosen one” Which is why I run away so fast... When things are too good to be true, I remember all my shades of blue I thought maybe you knew about the two planets. I thought maybe that this was your blanket. I thought maybe that sweater was a letterman's jacket To whatever team you're on— But that super hot blonde with the best outfit on... Seemed your type. When I'm right, I'm right. And when I'm wrong, I'm wrong. And it's always Sunny in Philadelphia... But it's always Sonny on iTunes And always Skrillex on Spotify Mr. Mojo didn't die, He lives inside our hearts. You started it. I wanted it too badly. Ray bands and your hands under my covers... We could be lovers In a perfect world. Thank you for the music. I'm listening. Anna The prettiest girl in the world came to me and she said “I wanna look like you.” And I could not believe her, Let my energy deceive her Cause I, cause I Wanted to look like her more. She said “ohh, I want hair like that” And I watched her stare, like that Thing on my head was a Bright shooting star; haily's comet I'd not let myself believe it Cause I wanted to look like her, more. Anna, you perfect thing Anna, the prettiest girl that I've ever seen Anna, please don't— Close those pretty brown eyes, Your manna. Anna, you're what's the matter with me Can't you see? I wanna look just like you. Intense (Like Camping) Moon shaped eyes Shadowcast lies She silently cries As her memory dies Erase it away Just live for today Don't cry Just learn to lie better You know you're better off When you're off on your own There's nobody there, you're just dreaming It's not really cold, you're just sleeping— It never happened, you're dying inside, Keeping a secret, holding your pride back tonight second guessing your eyes— It's no surprise Slept until sunrise. Just Know Wherever you are in the world Whatever you do with your life Whoever you take as your wife Know that I love you I'm sending you wishes of love Protections from heavens above I am the owl and the dove So just know that I love you It's too much It's too soon Saw your face Met my doom I've been pacing in my room Know that I Know that I— — cannot hear your name again The world that I've been living in Is filled with taunting, torturous And ridiculing, I cant stand it, I— Stand it, I— Never had to clutch a pillow admire weeping willows; Just know. Tears will never ever tell your secrets I told you it was sacred, I would keep it; Just know. Can't reach out Drowning in sorrow and self doubt Would hate to Be left on The list of millions Hoping they can have you So I don't hope I'm holding onto rope Unwrap the heartstring Hope it's long enough To tie onto the chandelier You've seen me so much this year I'm hanging myself, hanging on Hanging on To you… So just know that I love you. In Hate [With Myself] Fat is ugly As I am As I am Black is ugly As I am As I am Would I believe in myself If I had beauty? Would I believe in myself If I was happy? Would I believe in myself Maybe, not likely I just want to die in peace At peace With peace Just as much as I have Love To give Forgive, me, Love For I am in Hate with myself Hate myself I'm in hate with myself Maybe too late for myself Maybe too late for myself Hate is ugly As I am As I am Fear is ugly As I am As I am Life is ugly As I am Thank You, You're Beautiful I Hate The ugly I see When I look in the mirror, But Thank you Because you Are beautiful. I Hate The sound Of My voice When I'm singing Over the radio But thank you Because you are Beautiful Something inside me Is fighting The blinding Light I so wish I was whole I'm the whole world I'm told to stay positive But I am positive Someone wants me Dead within the decade Mother Earth I am unpredictable Superstitious Unreliable Be my witness I'm not Rick I'm toxic I'm nauseous And conscious CAKE Any food is food, to a man who's holding hunger; Hunger's only boredom to the man who carries stress; Freedom is the wish of every man who works for wishes— Woman carries manhood in the pockets of her dress. Smog Check Back to blue skies Under clouds of waste That we can't see But we created All the world is somewhat jaded So get faded— wade in the wata; Pollution is notta problem When you got a lot of em When you got a lot of em Life is everlasting Blur (Lifeless En Motion) To be lifeless in motion; A cascading glimpse At the thought of emotion Miss me by inches No wish of devotion. Sifting so silently; Lifeless In motion. Judgement Day My body was a trial Crazy, Stupid, Hungry, Tired It hurts so bad You're on the road And I'm alone I just stuff my fat face with Anything that might Make me feel loved Everyone knows that I'm (crazy) Every one knows that I'm (stupid) Everyone knows that I'm (hungry) But no one knows that I'm TIRED Of living this lie So I wish I would die In my sleep But I keep on repeating This cycle It's sweeping my mind I find it hard to believe If I meet you again In your eyes and you'd smile I smile for your voice and Yes I'll always love you Shame on me Everyone knows that I'm (crazy) Every one knows that I'm (stupid) Everyone knows that I'm (hungry) But no one knows that I'm TIRED But no one knows that I'm But no one knows that I'm But no one knows that I'm On my last lifetime Home Is Where The Art Is I have panic attacks on the bus every morning— Google maps throwing me off and often, losing my mind trying to find where I'm going; There's no place like roaming There's no place like home I have heart attacks leaving the conference room, coffee stand— Hand-in-Hand with the grand that's Bi-weekly directly deposited, hoping— There's no place for coping There's no place like home I wander by walls wearing eyes, making footsteps Unlikely I'm leading the blind, all behind me I'm finding the line is too fine to determine My side Side-by-side mirror images, Interesting concept: “Conception at birth” How abstract, subtracting Distractions, passing concessions & sundries covering all my expressions Of joy Enjoying Chos in color Home is where the art is. Bouts of insomnia, Battling bullet wounds; Inspiration's a gift of disaster— But soon, knives forks and spoons, A lamp for my room, and a broom, too; Home is where the art is. I'm in the cocoon, for now— Still learning how to be beautiful, Creating a canvas on my back, seeing— Everything, everyday. On my way On my way On my way to being Home. Fr33 Just the idea of being free Makes me in love with me Catch The Sun When we all fall asleep And the sun drifts away Some people stay up To Make up Theworld of next day There is no ‘tomorrow' So follow yourself Swallow it whole, The World: You are the whole Thing. Open your eyes-- All of them. Brownies & Lemonade I see lemonade everywhere But where are the brownies (Am I the brownie?) On my honor, I-- Will do. Nike shoes, maybe in a shade of blue I'm myself, because of U Saw through new eyes, today Something I never saw, at all And I fall in love With love With love-- With Love WIth U (Remember Me?) Whose Moon Is It, Anyway? All the bad vibes are alive on this moonlight night At least this is my last, last life BLU World I have been lost in a world of blue, wishing to share the world with you. Watch it turn from blue— to brown— to blue Drowned in the future Doubt there's a future Now is the future, they say They're watching you throw it away. HOWSLAW Superstitions coming true Tripped over a bag— I just wanted a flag or a backpack I went back for you [For] Fasting and praying for Fasting and praying for Fasting and praying for Justice Fasting and praying for Fasting and praying for Fasting and praying for Life Fasting and praying for Fasting and praying for Lost and Forgotten Spirits Fasting and praying for Fasting and praying for You my love I am truth, I am light I am freedom in the night I am watching demons fight (In the night, they take flight) There's a spirit in my (Spirit in my) head and I can Hear it, In my bed the recollection of a voice I truly love Fasting and praying and fasting and praying and fasting and praying and…. Forgive me. Sunny Sunday I sent some love your way In my own world I can stay Hidden, Kept secret Give Victoria the secret, You may wonder if she'll keep it the devil gave her all the weapons to be cloaked in all the beauty of a body fit for lingerie angels never go away demons dance and play and wait for you to make mistakes Sheep adorned with lace perfect body, perfect face make Charisma avoid Karma and put Pleasure in her place. Find your place and keep it Lock away your secrets You may not believe it, but: The only world is you Sunny Sundays Crashing waves to the west And I wish you the best I just wish you the best A.D.D.E.R.A.L.L. And they won't give me Adderall Cause then I would rule the world Then I could rule the world ‘Who does this girl think she is, caring?' They won't give me things that would help me to mend the world Cause that would mean theirs is ending Fiends can't be friends and reflections, expectations of men in the eye of the beholding blind, leading wild, tides—moonlight fight with the demons he sent in the night, You're right: Stay in tonight. And they won't give her adderall because they know that she would fall in love with herself “Just kill yourself.” She came back to haunt herself— wanted off this planet, poisonous planet you poisoned humanity (poisoning, poisoning) Any Moore I don't wanna be me, anymore I just missed my chance to be free because ugly is wearing your face out Half of the time, I just space out Cadet Kelly, hellishly envious Losing respect, losing time— I need more. MaybEmpathy Maybe it's a secret weapon Maybe it's a blessing Maybe it's a lesson Maybe It's a curse Maybe it's the way I'm supposed to learn, I'm guessing Maybe's only make It worse, so Take this day with a grain of salt, A lemon slice I promise you, I'll make it nice This is my purpose here: I Was sent To love you, so Suffer your feelings unto Me (Empathy) Maybe it's the sunrise Maybe it's a surprise Maybe it's my disguise I don't know Maybe it's some that place I should go I love my ‘home' But I'm all alone, so Take this day with a grain of salt, A lemon slice I promise you, I'll make it nice This is my purpose here: I Was sent To love you, so Suffer your feelings unto Me (Empathy) Maybe I'm just crazy Maybe I'm your baby Maybe I'll be saving planet earth Maybe I'm just dying I'm so sick of crying But I won't stop trying, no Maybe you're the greatest Maybe I'm the latest Maybe fill my plate with Everything I hate Maybe I'm too late, but Maybe I've been waiting Lately I've been dreaming Of us So just Bare with me Certainly In love With you No maybes. Take this day with a grain of salt, A lemon slice I promise you, I'll make it nice This is my purpose here: I Was sent To love you, so Suffer your feelings unto Me too (Empathy) Maybe it's my Purple Heart Maybe this is just the start Maybe we are just apart For now Maybe it's your pretty eyes Maybe it's the moonlight nights Maybe I'm just star struck Right now Right now Right now Maybes make everything better. FAT Eat-a bowl -a Granola Better than a coca-cola That's ebola no hola Get fatter than my areola Bird's (The) Word Wha-da-da-dup? I mean, “surf's up!” I mean Red Cup I mean, ‘All The Way Up' SIKE. What in the fuck do I look Like Not like a balla not like Mike; Psyc evaltuation Nation is evil Doesn't want people Equal--(equal) Has less calories But salaries at companies can't cover these Insurance fees and premiums Spotify can read my mind, As if it was a medium Shirt size fluctuate From XS to Medium XS was super dumb Maybe they remember us: Two big ass bitches In 3x mini Dresses Dressed to impress the emporer: ‘Impalas Only!' Gazelles for the lonely guys-- No surprise there: Thunder Thighs weren't in season The reason we couldn't get past red velvet lines Cause we like red velvet cake No mistakes made ‘Make way--comin thru!' Best friend pushed us through To see You (You, You, You (All I ask of you, sampled) BOO-WHO I think you're a ghost I think i'm an owl I love you the most An alien hosted Me SupaCree Supecedes--super seeds Everything Everything's everything Bring Me backstage In the age of backpage I hit the backspace Space cadet No Regrets Just regurts Regurgitate Yogurt-- Kiefer after reefer Refferal this squirrel To talk therapy, apparently Body dysmorphia got to me Honestly, I just need surgery. Everything's sugary Food isn't real to me Doesn't appeal to me Banana peel to me Slip-and-fall Monkey-see-monkey-do- Anything chunky-too-funky I can't wear anything I heartraves puts out; I'm not a circus ring Sometimes I feel like Penelope Elephante, Killa remembering All the things I would sing I would ring bells Drinking Sunny-D Juice-- Chance had the answer my favorite rapper, Had to be, probably Drake is an actor. Study the past for future prediction, I never fit in I never fit in Tripp pants before, But I can't afford them anyway. Anyway, What did you say, In that song? Man, it's been a long time Since ‘09 07 was heaven-- Last time I was president LDS resident Someone was heaven sent [sample: Christmas Present, The Rocket Summer] Going on tour and shit I'm starting to resent Everything too recent I'm on decline, descent Disintegrated and separated Soul from my Spirit. Do you hear it? It's me. August 4th, 1985 Stop. Wait Don't look back. Just. Disappear; You're not here, ghost and I'm sorry, I love you But thank you for making me Open my Open my Eyes (...) White Lies White Noise White guys; Pretty Boys Superman-- No disguise Secret Identity Secretly Secretly Hidden in secrecy I. Just. Can't look back. You. Reappeared. Got my own fanny pack. Don't mean to boast, but-- I kept your diplomacy Thank you for making me hate coke and ecstasy Open my Open my Eye, please. Fasting & Praying [working title] Fasting and praying and Fasting and praying and Fasting and praying for Me to Finally be free White Lies White Noise White guys; Pretty Boys Superman-- No disguise Secret Identity Secretly Secretly Hidden in secrecy [Waltz Love] Bless You/ Fuck You Depends on the day Achoo—sorry— I hope you're okay. Left on time, but they— Found a way —for making me Pay for it Pay for it Pay for my way to get paid But Half of their shit is delayed (Bus-Bus/ Bus-Bus) [a waltz] (2/3) (Traiiin?) But Half of me probably made Up My mind “I'm fine.” I'm not. But— This life makes me want to give Love “What's up?” I'm down, ‘whaddup'? I need some friends Fill up (J fry, am I—am I—am...) My Cup No. Love? No. The plug? No. Sorry for bugging you, but “What?” ‘I'm up—what?' “Wake up, Love—“ Love? … And...I'm In… Love with another ghost (with another ghost) I'm in love with The world but The world is Running out of (running out of) Running out of Love Maybe i'm selfless— If I have a death wish… No; I'm just an artist, i'm starving Alarmingly me. -SunnÏ Blū/Novä Raïnn/SupaCrēē More I don't wanna be me anymore I can't live in this life, can't afford myself I just don't want to But i'm going to have to collect All the pieces This is too much, I can't be such-and-such or-so-and-so and so I cry I don't lie down, once i'm up, but my coffee cup's been corrupted I just don't feel it any more more More? I don't wanna be me, anymore I'm so tired of her, tired of hurting tired, and worthless what's a mistake worth? Losing your earnings and earrings on dance floors. “You're so gorgeous.” No, not anymore. More often then not, I'm the pot calling the kettle black Actors attract with charisma, I can't, but— I give love Love— Just take it, I'll make more more More. 823 Bait and switch Magic happened Hold me captive, captain Hollering at Jolly Roger I feel just like Mr. Rodgers This is not my neighborhood I'm good, when I'm good But I haven't been good In about eighty three days It's been crazy, but Daisy, I'm driving you— miss me. Misty eyes, every night no surprise, there an interesting pair, are we— Are we? Absolutely. I live in certainty This is our universe We are exactly as, we're supposed to be. Are we? Can't believe it's been eighty three. Have you forgotten me? Possibly, not likely I think you just might be scared? afraid? I think you're not ready keeping your eye on me watch the way you think Black—and blue—and pink Overthink, think, overthink Eighty three Work 8 to 3, release Please, I need to leave an hour early How can this be? I looked in your eyes with anxiety What could you want from me? Why Why do I love you so? So, so much love— Why? Why do I love you so much, love? This is a ‘look-but-don't-touch' love A ‘never-you-mind' ‘such-and-such' love. Why won't you tell me goodbye, love? Pick up the phone just to try, love? The tension is making me cry, love... You know I just want to get high, love. Why? Why am I like this? Why can't I fight this? I wanted to try this, to see what it's like— I don't like it. I don't like it at all I'm beginning...beginning to fall, Back in love, love—why? This is above love. Why, love— Why do I love you so much? MoonSun And Ooh-- You don't need me, like I need you Oh-- I know you miss me, Like I miss you but Ohh-- You don't need me, like I need you Oh-- THere's no tellin Nothing that I wouldn't do for you But you don't need me, like I need you Elohim You are so Perfect Sparkling eyes Silouhette Smile So Wonderful Your voice could carry me miles And I'd Follow you Follow you Into the blue world You are so Beautiful Practically perfect in every way Pratically perfect, that's all I can say-- Practically perfect; and thank you for making my Day today I wish you everything I wish you peace I wish you joy and love I hope you keep it Please don't remember me I am only a ghost--but-- What you are to me Is so sweet Have this: keep t Here, I hve this…. Secret. (Whispered: I love you.) You are so You are so You are so You are so Lovely, love I'm not in love, but-- Love, I-- Love you {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

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In this episode of the "Work From Your Happy Place" podcast, Belinda Ellsworth interviews Susie Singer Carter. Susie shares her personal story of caring for her mother, who had Alzheimer's for 16 years. She believes that rather than fighting the disease, one must learn to navigate and find joy in the journey. Susie emphasizes the importance of focusing on what a loved one with Alzheimer's can still do rather than dwelling on their limitations. Susie admits to making mistakes in caring for her mother, underestimating the challenges of the disease. However, she aims to showcase her mother's daily life through her film, highlighting both the positive and negative aspects. Sharing her experiences on social media, Susie discusses the challenges and benefits of engaging online. While she values organic and meritorious engagement, she questions the authenticity of some influencers' high follower counts and the crowded nature of the caregiver community on social media. Using the metaphor of a spider web, Susie encourages listeners to pursue their chosen activities with excellence and let their work be carried by the wind to where it needs to go. Reflecting on storytelling's power, Susie discusses her project "No Country for Old People," which aims to change the conversation on Alzheimer's and the nursing home industry. She also encourages listeners to find fulfilling work, regardless of whether it's entrepreneurial, and reminds them that money does not define one's worth. Lastly, Susie explores the importance of authentic storytelling, sharing behind-the-scenes content, and giving value to audiences rather than constantly asking for engagement or sales. Overall, this episode of "Work From Your Happy Place" delves into the significance of finding joy in caregiving, the challenges and benefits of engaging on social media, the power of storytelling, and the importance of pursuing fulfilling work. Join Belinda's membership program and discover the art of creating and sharing amazing experiences with like-minded people, all from the comfort of your own home. You get to connect with others online, learn new skills and techniques, and grow your network without ever having to leave your computer screen. To know more, click on the link https://workfromyourhappyplace.com/vip/ Key Learnings : [00:06:34] Storytelling, purpose, broadening, help others, share, rewarding. [00:08:18] Alzheimer's: Lean in, treasure what's left. [00:12:41] Changing the conversation on Alzheimer's, documenting nursing homes. [00:17:34] Find what you love, and work for it. [00:20:10] Challenges of social media and authenticity. [00:24:14] Fun, resonating approach: Behind-the-scenes appeal, personal connection, value. [00:27:06] Insecurity and criticism can challenge artists. About Susie Singer Carter - Susie Singer Carter is a multi-award-winning filmmaker, writer, director, producer, actor, podcast producer, host, and Caregiver Advocate. She is best known for writing, directing, and producing the 2018 Oscar Qualified short film, My Mom and The Girl starring Valerie Harper in her final performance, writing and producing “Bratz the Movie” for Lionsgate, and co-producing “Soul Surfer” for Sony. Susie recently wrote the screenplay, “RUN”, based on the book “Plain Jane” and is attached to direct. Attachments: Leighton Meester. Ms. Singer Carter also produces and hosts the podcast Love Conquers Alz – awarded BEST PODCAST 2020 by New Media Film Festival and is #4 on Feedspots' 2022 25 Best Alzheimer's Podcasts list. Susie is also the co-creator, co-writer, co-star, and director of the outrageous horror/comedy narrative podcast I Love Lucifer which was just nominated Best Audio Fiction 2023 by Indie Series Awards. She is currently producing a documentary, No Country For Old People, which centers on the Nursing Home Neglect and the systemic healthcare crisis responsible for it. Susie is a sought-after speaker and has appeared in several Alzheimer's awareness campaigns for Alzheimer's Los Angeles. She proudly emceed the 2022 San Fernando Valley Alzheimer's Walk holding up a purple flower for her mother who passed away in July and hosts the WGA's 3rd & Fairfax Podcast. Explore some of Susie's works: No Country for Old People 13:29 minute sizzle (https://vimeo.com/824257035?share=copy )No Country for Old People 3 minute trailer (https://vimeo.com/832438976)No Country for Old People DONATION PAGE (http://act.theconsumervoice.org/documentary )My Mom and The Girl -Trailer (https://vimeo.com/183072790 )My Mom and The Girl Full Film (https://www.google.com/url?sa=t&rct=j&q=&esrc=s&source=web&cd=&ved=2ahUKEwiEpPe77en9AhUYOkQIHUXdAfwQFnoECBIQAQ&url=https%3A%2F%2Ftv.apple.com%2Fus%2Fmovie%2Fmy-mom-and-the-girl%2Fumc.cmc.6p7lsosuaaxgipc2o49mrzeuu&usg=AOvVaw02lJR5IXq-GFGtIukG769M )Love Conquers Alz Podcast (2020 Best Podcast New Media Film Festival) (https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/love-conquers-alz/id1492023291?uo=4)I Love Lucifer (comedy/Horror Fiction Podcast (https://linktr.ee/iloveluciferthepodcast ) About the Host: Belinda Ellsworth is a Speaker, Trainer, Best-Selling Author, and Podcaster She has been a professional speaker, mover, and shaker for more than 25 years. Having built three successful companies, she has helped thousands of entrepreneurs make better decisions, create successful systems, and build business strategies using her "Four Pillars of Success" system. Belinda has always had a passion and zest for life, with the skill for turning dreams into reality. How to Connect with Belinda: Facebook -https://www.facebook.com/workfromyourhappyplace LinkedIn - https://www.linkedin.com/in/belindaellsworth Instagram -https://www.instagram.com/workfromyourhappyplace/ Website - www.workfromyourhappyplace.comThis show is part of the Spreaker Prime Network, if you are interested in advertising on this podcast, contact us at https://www.spreaker.com/show/4939248/advertisement

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Plain Jane leerde meiden dat met wat aanpassingen, aan hun innerlijk en  uiterlijk, die jongen waar ze de hots voor hadden ze waarschijnlijk wel zag staan. In deze aflevering van ok, wow! bespreken we MTV's Plain Jane met Lotte van Eijk die vroeger helemaal dol was op de show maar met de wetenschap van nu denkt: ok, wow!?ok, wow! is de podcast waarin we de films en series die we vroeger keken met de blik van nu bespreken. Elke aflevering schuift er een nieuwe gast aan bij host Lize Korpershoek met een populaire film of serie van vroeger waarvan ze nu denken: ok, wow! Want grote kans dat de films en series die je vroeger allemaal weg heb zitten maaien met je ogen een enorme impact hebben gehad op je wereldbeeld: soms geweldig en soms misschien wel schadelijk. Maar alleen maar in problemen denken is ook zo saai! Dus komen we in de uitzending ook met oplossingen. Maar ook daarbuiten! Want op Cinetree vind je bijvoorbeeld enorm veel films waarvan je gegarandeerd ok, wow! roept maar dan op een positieve manier. Help de podcast en jezelf en probeer Cinetree een maand lang gratis uit via deze link: https://cinetree.nl/okwowWil je meepraten en lezen over de onderwerpen die voorbijkomen in de podcast dan kan dat op onze Discord. Meld je aan via deze link: https://discord.gg/XENC6HfVpgDe podcast wordt gemaakt door de volgende mensen:Idee/montage: Lize KorpershoekAudio opname/afwerking: Vinny TailorProductie: Luka van den BosAfmixen/finishing touch: Sven HamerpagtPodcasttegel ontwerp: Joelle Strijk http://instagram.com/courtside.agencyDiscord ontwerp: Jari SchottinkGast: Lotte van Eijk http://instagram.com/lovaeij Socioloog: Mehri Zamanbin http://instagram.com/mehrizamanbinPresentator: Lize Korpershoek http://instagram.com/lizekorpieMeer ok, wow!?http://www.okwowpodcast.nl

Episode 142In episode 142, Chis has another Fact or Fiction, they answer listener questions and share the latest cruise news from Ponant, Silversea, Viking Coral Expeditions and Viking.Ponant Celebrates 35 yearsSupport the showListen, Like, Subscribe & Review on your favourite podcast directory.Share the podcast with someone you think will enjoy the showBuy Me A Coffee – This podcast is only possible thanks to our supporters, simply buying a coffee keeps us on air. It is just like shouting your mate a coffee, and we consider our listeners close mates. https://bit.ly/2T2FYGXSustainable Fashion – choose a TBCP design or design your own… all using organic cotton, green energy and zero plastic https://bit.ly/32G7RdhRun for a Reason – This year Chris Walked for a Reason, raising money for the Type 1 Diabetes Family Centre. The Family Centre is a unique WA based home away from home for people with type 1. The team work alongside people living with type 1 diabetes, to support them to live a full and rewarding life. Donations can be made here: https://lnkd.in/gjs7jXXjListener QuestionsDamian from Liverpool asks. Chris/Baz Europe appears to be the modern leader in construction of passenger ships, but are their any Australian ship builders of significance?Unknown, Chris Baz have you ever visited the Barcelona Maritime Museum. I recently visited and highly recommend a visit. Just a short walk from the port area, it was the former Royal Dockyards of Barcelona, and houses some great content from the 15th Century to present day including a replica Royal Galleon, over 60m in length and powered by 59 oars and the power of 236 rowers and the fully operation Schooner Santa Eulalia.Cruise newsPONANT – 35 Years of Exploration Guided by NaturePonant is celebrating its 35th anniversary by paying tribute to those who have been at the heart of its development and growth since 1988 with a new media campaign highlighting their expertise and commitment. The people of PONANT all share the same ambition to make travel a unique experience of discovery, understanding and meaning, with nature as a guide.Exactly two years ago, Captain Etienne Garcia reached the North Pole aboard the first LNG-powered hybrid electric polar exploration vessel. Maria, a naturalist, shared her passion for tropical marine life in Las Islas de la Bahía archipelago in Honduras. Sandrine, a naturalist, and expedition leader accompanied passengers across to Macquarie Island to educate them on penguin species, and Mick returned to Indonesia, to connect with local communities in his mission to craft sustainable and inclusive expedition itineraries. All embody the philosophy that has guided PONANT on its own journey for the last 35 years.35 years of environmental awarenessReducing emissions remains a major challenge for the coming years, which is why PONANT targets to equip its entire fleet with shore power by 2026.This corporate journey could not be achieved without the commitment of guests, partners, and the daily work of its employees, all committed towards more sustainable tourism.https://youtu.be/kH6sTNEoFhsSilversea Unveils 140-Day World Cruise for 2026, Its Most Diverse Voyage EverSilversea Cruises has unveiled details on its 140-day World Cruise 2026, ‘The Curious and the Sea'—the most diverse and immersive voyage in the cruise line's history, which broadens the largest collection of extended sailings in ultra-luxury cruising. Guests will embark Silver Dawn® in Fort Lauderdale on January 6, 2026, before travelling deep into 70 destinations in 37 countries—the most ever on a Silversea World Cruise—including 26 calls that are new for a Silversea World Cruise or unvisited since 2020, and 9 overnights. An exclusive pre-sale opens to Venetian Society members on June 14, while general sales open on June 22.‘The Curious and the Sea' will connect travellers with the rich history of navigation, inspired by the same curiosity that led ancient seafarers to sail to unknown lands. Channeling the same spirit of discovery that has driven exploration throughout the ages, bespoke events ashore, onboard activities, regionally inspired culinary experiences, three optional overland tours (Uzbekistan, Luxor, and the Balkans), and more will enrich the voyage. Guests will follow ancient trade routes, sailing the waters that connected the Silk Road, and transiting both the Panama and Suez canals; they will step foot on some of the world's most remote islands, including those in the South Pacific, a region explored by Captain James Cook in the 18th century; and they will witness lands that inspired scientific progression, such as Western Australia, which attracted Charles Darwin in 1836.70 DESTINATIONS, 37 COUNTRIES, 26 NEW DESTINATIONS, 140 DAYSFollowing a curated travel experience—including private executive transfers, Business class air, and a dedicated meet and greet service—world cruising guests will board Silver Dawn in Fort Lauderdale on January 6, 2026, journeying through Central America, before transiting the Panama Canal to South America. Easter Island, French Polynesia, and the South Pacific will follow, leading guests to New Zealand and a semi-circumnavigation of Australia. Travellers will then explore Southeast Asia, crossing the Bay of Bengal to Sri Lanka, India, and the Red Sea, before passing through the Suez Canal to the Mediterranean. They will delve into European history and culture, before the voyage concludes in Lisbon, Portugal, on May 27, 2026. Highlights will include:NEWLY SCOUTED: 28-DAY DEEP DIVE OF THE SOUTH PACIFICFollowing months of extensive scouting by Silversea's destination experts to unlock new destinations, a 28-day immersion into French Polynesia and the South Pacific will highlight the global voyage. New calls for a Silversea World Cruise include Nuku Hiva and Atuona in the Marquesas Islands; Fakarava, with its UNESCO-listed biosphere reserve; Tonga's Nuku'alofa; New Caledonia's Lifou and Noumea; and Norfolk Island. Explorations of Bora Bora and Papeete in French Polynesia, Aitutaki in the Cook Islands, and Savusavu in Fiji will also highlight the region. Bespoke World Cruise events will spotlight the South Pacific's history, traditions, and folklore.FIRST TIME ON A SILVERSEA WORLD CRUISE: SEMI-CIRCUMNAVIGATION OF AUSTRALIASilver Dawn will sail between Hobart (Tasmania) and Darwin on a 21-day semi-circumnavigation of Australia, journeying off the beaten path along the country's southern and western coastlines for the first time on a Silversea World Cruise. Guests will admire some of the world's clearest night skies, retracing the steps of early explorers who looked to the stars for navigation, as well as the country's most spectacular landscapes and wildlife species—some of which inspired Charles Darwin's ‘Theory of Evolution.' Highlights will include the rarely visited Phillip Island for the chance to see the penguin parade, during which thousands of Little Penguins dash from the sea to the dunes; Port Lincoln, for the Coffin Bay National Park and the Eyre Peninsula; and Esperance, visited for the first time on a Silversea World Cruise, with its pink salt lakes. Other calls will include Melbourne and Adelaide, as well as Exmouth for the Ningaloo Reef and the chance to swim with whale sharks, and the Kimberley Coast.ALL-NEW CULTURAL EXPERIENCES IN NORTHERN AFRICAAn emphatic finale to ‘The Curious and the Sea,' Silver Dawn will unlock the cultures of Northern Africa for the first time on a Silversea World Cruise. One of the most eagerly anticipated calls on the voyage, La Goulette in Tunisia will provide insight into the bygone eras of the Ancient Carthaginians and the Roman Empire, with its UNESCO-listed medina, the Bardo Museum, and its fascinating cultural offering. A gateway to Tunisia, La Goulette is an historic port that has long been key for international trade, connecting Africa with Europe.BESPOKE & EXCLUSIVE: WORLD CRUISE EVENTSWorld cruising guests will unite at an exclusive Bon Voyage reception in Fort Lauderdale on the evening of January 5, before spending a pre-cruise night in a luxury hotel and embarking Silver Dawn at leisure on January 6. Towards the voyage's conclusion, a grand finale farewell event will immerse guests into the culture, heritage, and traditions of the Southern Mediterranean. Priceless experiences designed by Silversea's destination experts, the following events will also enrich the World Cruise 2026 offering:‘POLYNESIAN DREAMS' – FRENCH POLYNESIA: A bespoke event in French Polynesia, reserved exclusively for world cruising guests, will display the rich, historical seagoing cultures of local communities, with a seafood feast and cultural performances that connect guests with the soul of these spectacular islands. During the event, guests will sample the local flavours, learn the local dances, and bask in the Polynesian sunset.‘THE MAGIC OF MYSTERY ISLAND' – MYSTERY ISLAND, VANUATU: Collaborating closely with the island's Chief and the department of tourism, Silversea has curated a special event on Mystery Island in Vanuatu. Dancers from various islands throughout the region will perform a fusion of cultural rituals, while guests dine on catch of the day in a scenic beach setting and snorkel in some of the world's clearest waters, which teem with marine life.‘FROM PADDY TO PLATE' – BENOA, BALI: The cruise line's guests will feast on regional cuisine alongside the stunning rice paddies of the five-star Tanah Gajah resort in Benoa, Bali. Authentic Balinese performances will enrich the occasion, as travellers develop an appreciation for Southeast Asia's sacred grain, which migrated around the world with the early seafarers.‘THE EXOTIC MARIGOLD AND MORE' – COCHIN, INDIA: Guests will journey into Alleppey in the backwaters of Cochin for a bespoke afternoon of entertainment. Following a tuk-tuk ride through the urban streets, guests will be greeted with flower garlands and exclusive cultural experiences, including performances from Kerala drummers and martial artists, an authentic Sadhya lunch served on banana leaves, and a traditional houseboat cruise down the Kerala River.SILVER DAWN: AMONG THE MOST LUXURIOUS SHIPS AT SEATravelling aboard the ultra-luxury Silver Dawn, guests will benefit from the small-ship intimacy and spacious all-suite accommodations that are hallmarks of the Silversea experience. All guests will enjoy the personalised service of a butler and one of the highest space-to-guest ratios at sea, at 68 GRT-per-guest. The latest Muse-class ship offers travellers immersive culinary experiences both on board and ashore through Silversea's S.A.L.T.℠ culinary programme. In the S.A.L.T. Lab, an onboard test kitchen, more than 60 culinary programmes curated by regional food experts will enable travellers to get hands-on with local ingredients during the World Cruise 2026. In the S.A.L.T. Kitchen, the menu will change daily, inspired by local flavours. The S.A.L.T. Bar will offer approximately 70 custom-designed cocktails related to visited destinations. Exclusively reserved for full world cruising guests, two complimentary S.A.L.T. experiences ashore, designed in collaboration with some of the world's foremost restaurants, will also enrich guests' travels. Moreover, a complimentary treatment and a host of wellness experiences offered through the Roman-inspired Otium℠ wellness programme will indulge guests as they discover the world.Viking announces new expedition voyages in the ArcticViking today announced three new summer season expedition voyages in the Arctic. Debuting in July 2025, the new itineraries, which range from 13 to 27 days, explore the polar north in Canada and Greenland, with two of the three voyages visiting the Canadian High Arctic.2025 Arctic Voyages:                                                                                                                                         Viking's new itineraries in the Arctic include:NEW Into the Northwest Passage (13 days; Nuuk to Nuuk) – Discover the diverse landscapes and rugged shores of the world's largest island. Immerse yourself in Inuit traditions as you explore towns dotted with colourful wooden houses. Head out kayaking on the fjord or partake in a Zodiac landing and witness stunning displays of nature, from towering peaks to blue-tinged glaciers. Join Viking on a fascinating voyage exploring the Canadian High Arctic to undiscovered territories beneath the skies of the midnight sun. Sailing dates are available from July through September 2025.NEW Canada & Greenland Explorer (15 days; between Toronto, Ontario and Nuuk) – Explore Canada and Greenland's rugged shores on an awe-inspiring journey through one of the most fascinating corners of the world. Sail amid floating icebergs as they drift in blue-tinged waters and witness the wonders of Mother Nature as you immerse yourself in dramatic landscapes. Learn about the Inuit traditions that still thrive in remote communities and experience the stark beauty of the Arctic beneath the skies of the midnight sun. Sailing dates are available in July and September 2025.NEW Canada & the Northwest Passage (27 days; between Nuuk and Toronto, Ontario) – Witness the majesty of floating icebergs and rugged lands as you embark on a journey to the Canadian High Arctic and Greenland. View towering icebergs, expansive icefields and deep-blue fjords that are rich in marine life. Get a glimpse of life in Inuit communities and learn about traditions that have sustained for generations. Bask beneath the skies of the endless midnight sun as you join us on a voyage of discovery to far-flung lands. Sailing dates are available in July and September 2025.Coral Expeditions Installs Next-Generation Broadband Technology Across FleetCoral Expeditions, Australia's pioneering cruise line, has announced that it has completed the installation of advanced satellite and 4G broadband connectivity across its fleet of three expedition ships. The new satellite technology will provide Coral Expeditions guests and crew with a reliable and high-speed service when exploring remote areas. The multi-month installation process was completed in April with successful testing across the fleet on the Kimberley coast, Scott and Ashmore Reefs, Raja Ampat and the Spice Islands, Komodo and Cape York.As part of the new service, all guests and crew will be provided complimentary access to standard wi-fi as part of their fare inclusion. Guests will also be able to purchase package upgrades enabling access to higher bandwidth if they so wish.Viking announces new Treasures of the Rhine itineraryViking today announced Treasures of the Rhine, a new river voyage allowing guests the opportunity to experience Europe's rich culture during winter. The new Middle Rhine itinerary debuts in December 2023 and establishes Viking as the first line to operate year-round on Europe's storied rivers, offering guests easier access to landmarks when there are typically fewer crowds.The 10-day Treasures of the Rhine itinerary allows guests to discover the enchanting landscape and rich cultures of the Middle Rhine, a UNESCO Site boasting turreted fortresses, grand cathedrals, medieval towns and stunning scenery. Guests can admire the terraced vineyards dating back to the Romans and taste the region's renowned red and white wines. An ideal time to visit, winter offers Viking guests smaller crowds, easier access to landmarks and opportunities to savour the culinary traditions of Alsace while exploring Amsterdam, Basel and Cologne.Hosting 190 guests in 95 staterooms, the award-winning fleet of identical Viking Longships offers a variety of stateroom categories and true, two-room suites with full-size verandas. Onboard amenities include a restaurant, bar and lounge, library and expansive sun deck. The ships feature al fresco dining on the revolutionary Aquavit Terrace, elegant Scandinavian design and environmentally considerate features, such as solar panels, an onboard organic herb garden and energy-efficient hybrid engines for a remarkably smooth ride.Carnival to Serve Estimated 10.5 Million Burgers This YearCarnival Cruise Line ships will serve up nearly 30,000 tasty burgers – which is about the daily average fleetwide at Guy's Burger Joint – this International Burger Day on May 28. In celebration of burgers beloved worldwide, the cruise line is revealing which of its menu items guests order most.Guy's Burger Joint, a Carnival mainstay created by longtime partner, celebrity chef and restaurateur Guy Fieri, will serve an estimated 10.5 million burgers this year. Here's how the popular options stack up:5.) Pig Patty: 577,000 orders – This burger has many traditional toppings, including lettuce, tomato, onion and pickle, but it also features Super Melty Cheese and a patty made out of crispy bacon.4.) Chilius Maximus: 640,000 orders – A tasty beef burger patty is made even tastier by topping it with a heaping helping of delicious chili.3.) The Ringer: 2.3 million orders – The Ringer is topped with Super Melty Cheese plus Guy's Bourbon and Brown Sugar BBQ sauce, and a crispy and spicy onion ring.2.) Straight Up: 3.2 million orders – This burger is a classic and the choice of about 30 percent of the orders at Guy's Burger Joint. It's topped off with Super Melty Cheese, lettuce, tomato, onion, pickle and a liberal slathering of Donkey Sauce.1.)  Plain Jane: 3.7 million orders – It's clear, most guests want to choose how to top off their burgers themselves. This 80/20 ground chuck is seasoned, smashed on the grill, and served up to be finished however guests like it at the toppings station, which is featured at every Guy's Burger Joint fleetwide. The Plain Jane makes up more than a third of all burger orders.Guy's Burger Joint launched in 2011 and is featured on all of Carnival's 25 ships serving up the best burgers at sea. Select Carnival ships also feature Guy's Pig & Anchor offering smoked-on-board barbecue favourites and sides, as well as Guy's Pig & Anchor Smokehouse Brewhouse serving craft beer brewed on board. Earlier this year, Fieri – along with Rock and Roll Hall of Famer Sammy Hagar – expanded his offerings aboard Carnival ships by introducing Guy and Sammy's premium Santo Tequilas. and more...Join the show:If you have a cruise tip, burning question or want to record a cruise review get in touch with us via the website https://thebigcruisepodcast.com/join-the-show/ Co-hosts: Chris Frame: https://bit.ly/3a4aBCg   Chris's Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/c/ChrisFrameOfficialListen & Subscribe: Amazon Podcasts: https://amzn.to/3w40cDcApple Podcasts: https://apple.co/2XvD7tF Audible: https://adbl.co/3nDvuNgCastbox: https://bit.ly/2xkGBEI Google Podcasts: https://bit.ly/2RuY04u I heart Radio:  https://ihr.fm/3mVIEUASpotify: https://spoti.fi/3caCwl8 Stitcher: https://bit.ly/2JWE8Tz Pocket casts: https://bit.ly/2JY4J2M Tune in: https://bit.ly/2V0Jrrs Podcast Addict: https://bit.ly/2BF6LnE Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Episode SummaryThe Survivor Series Part 1Today we start a 2 part series, telling the stories of 4 survivors. These stories are shared by the Mustang Survivors most recent caretakers. For the sake of these interviews and so you know the criteria used, as you know there are differences between survivors and original Mustangs. When most people think "survivor" they confuse it with "original" but for the sake of this series, here are the survivor guidelines: Mustangs that are Over 50 years old. They Can pass a road test and drive. A survivor Remains over 50% unrestored, un-refinished, or unaltered and without major modifications and the finish is good enough to use as a color guide for restoration of a car just like it. Episode DetailsRudy Mosca (Survivor Story 1)Let me share in the words of our guest Rudy Mosca the story of Plain Jane -- Plain Jane is a 1964 ½ It was sold new at Bob Ford in Dearborn, Michigan. Plain Jane is her nickname due to the lack of most options. The coupe has a 170 six cylinder automatic transmission. Plain Jane has 44k original miles as of now and was used at the Ford 100th anniversary as a display inside the Model T track. Rudy's grandfather was a Ford Executive and had quite the stable of early Mustangs but this was his favorite. Rudy's mother and he are the current caretakers now that he has passed and enjoy it as much as we can. As soon as Rudy could hold a wrench or rag he was tinkering in the garage during the summers.Welcome Rudy to Ford Mustang The Early Years Podcast.Dave Brigham (Survivor Story 2)A survivor from across the pond, in the UK, Dave Brigham has a 1965 survivor. 2 owners from new 1st March 1965, 42,000 original miles. Last owner 1976-2018, All original metal, original motor inline 6. Has been painted in the 70s original colour original trim, carpets replaced. Running driving and tested.An Expert's Guide to Maintaining Your Classic Mustang -- a handful of experts add their smarts and help you through preventive maintenance and challenges you might face when it comes to maintaining your pony. www.TheMustangPodcast.com/repair. Have an idea for the show or think you'd make a great guest, send an email to the host:doug@turnkeypodcast.comGet our episodes in your inbox follow the link in the show notes: www.TheMustangPodcast.comThanks for listening, keep it safe, keep in rollin' and keep it on the road! Until next time. Instagram@mustangpodcasthttps://www.instagram.com/mustangpodcast/An Expert's Guide to Maintaining Your Classic Mustangwww.TheMustangPodcast.com/repairSponsored by: National Parts Depotwww.npdlink.comWith 4 warehouses nationwide, you'll get your parts fast!Keep it safe, keep it rollin' and keep it on the road. Until next time! ~Doug Sandler

This week we talk about meditation and japanese cartoons, among other thingsWe hope you enjoy! :) ---Join the discord and become part of the Woke 'n' Boke Friendship Militia!!https://discord.gg/g3VX57g9UBSubscribe to our YouTube!Please send us your questions at wokenbokepodcast@gmail.comFollow our socials on instagram @wokenbokepodcast @moschinodorito @narboogledoof @maxsandza, as well as on twitter @wokenbokepod @moschinodorito @unclechuzz @narboogledoof.Also catch the three of us streaming all the time on twitch.tv/moschinodorito, twitch.tv/uncle_chuzz, and twitch.tv/narboogledoof.Theme song by Noods: https://noods.bandcamp.com/album/blushThanks for listening!!

What up Folk! Welcome to the Podcast! In this episode I have a brief movie review for the newest CREED(3). Great movie, i really enjoyed it but man the sign language made it so funny, if you listen to the JBP lmao. I then go into a narcissistic train of thought, wondering how I'm viewed as the Lone Wolf in a bar, club or just anywhere in public. What does a lone man really look like in public? To women who's more creepier off a knee jerk reaction, a lone male or group of males? I then pose the question of the proper way to display and convey that you will not be participating in strip club activities once your actually in the spot? And Finally, the battle of Sexy vs Beautiful. I personally am a "Plain Jane" kinda guy, over sex appeal. Which lead me to a kinda funny post on Twitter about the Four Horseman of No Sex Appeal! The list was pretty spot on if you ask me. SOTW // Elvis Crespo - Sauvemente

Festival Project A Saga S Ū P A © R E E ™ One World. | PEACE. LOVE. UNITY. RESPECT. | Lifelong friends navigate the infinitely incredible world of rave culture, journeying together (and sometimes, apart) into the PLUniveRse© in fantastical, philosophical, and third-eye-opening adventures--the likes of which have never been seen (or foretold.) Festival Project™ is a multi-genre, mystifying and magical cross-genre series, set against the backdrop of modern rave culture-- combined with historical and futuristic elements-- across expansions of space-and-time, unifying with The Universal Consciousness in a multidimensional and explorative ensemble of Films, Episodic Series, Music Videos, Extended Playlists, and Concept Albums. A perpetual symphony of artistic storytelling though a cavalcade of wonderful and whimsical characters along high-intensity, off-the-map adventures--showcased through Music, Film & Interactive Art Explorations--set upon the dreamlike actual reality of an unravelling fabric of time-and-space. Enter The Multiverse: Anything Is Possible. This explosive and expansive wave of enigmatic, chaos-colliding, charismatic [ and often comedic] kinetic energy, reflects a shared experience throughout all time in human connection; Journey beyond the unknown, to Worlds Within--and Without. Everything is Everything. The Festival Project Saga is a multi-media Music, Film and Television saga that offers a new perspective on the ever-changing and recently popularized culture of dance music; it touches on the history of the culture as a whole, as well as a variety of other societal issues this generation faces—friendship, connectivity, communication—the dawn of social media, America's education system and justice system, immigration, and emerging mental health and drug crisis—while also taking a look at a history of counter culture as a derivative of the rapidly evolving technology of today's society. Through its characters and storylines, we dive deeply into a conglomerate of generational growth and exponentially educational topics, lightheartedly touching tales of friendship, family through blood and through bond, and exploring fields, of Astrology, Philosophy. Festival Trip- Two lifelong friends take a two-week-long trip across the country, to attend two major music festivals—one on the west coast (Among Aliens, in California), and one on the east (Ultimate Music Festival) Chava Hoffs Sala Emillio Gunther Ross- The more than interesting circus-act of a plug/one of Sala's romantic interests, who just happens to be in the same place at the same time, once Sala and Chava arrive in California. Solomon Dominguez- Chava's “homie-lover-friend”, a DC native transplanted to LA who hustles and bustles the 3-job life to live the California dream—a surprisingly dedicated and loyal friend to Chava, who considers him the “king of fuckboys”—which, is not entirely untrue. Johnny McEntire- An eclectic and friendly photographer who stumbles upon Sala during a vulnerable moment—a sweet, humble, and vibrant personality, Chava mostly dismisses him as just another victim of Sala's constantly-inconstant romantic gestures and affiliations. Grace Williams (Chava's Super-Christian (but very sweet) Aunt) Billy Williams- Chava's very dorky, southern Baptist uncle who can't help but throw in a (praise-jesus) Krista DeVaunte- Bride-To-Be—Noah's Fiance Noah Williams- Chava's Cousin, the groom to be Naomi Williams- Chava's salty Cousin, and freinemy since birth—Noah's younger sister Sonny Johnson— Chava's ex-fiance Dustin Roberts—Sala's ex-boyfriend Juan Manuel Jose Melendez Gutierrez-Rodriguez—Sala's current boyfriend, with whom she lives & works with. Running Jokes: -Ridiculous DJ names and Absurd Fictional Festivals -Speaking Spanish with a Mandarin-inflenced dialect—speaking/yelling in awful Spanish-sounding-Mandarin—speaking “Mandarish” or “Spandarin” -Every time Chava mentions Sonny (her ex), Sala interjects with “Fuck Sonny!” -Cop Jokes (due to Chava's occupation) “Go climb broke-bitch mountain!” ACT I- The Wedding Bashers/It's Festival Season “Save-The-Date” Inciting Incident—Plans to attend a destination wedding that Chava and her lifelong. long- distance best friend Sala, have been planning for almost a year are abruptly halted when Chava learns via a very eventful FaceTime call (‘Meet The Williams') that her +1 invitation had apparently only applied to her now-ex-fiance [whom her stuck-up family adored because of his abhorrent Christianity], and that the bride-to-be would not allow Sala to take his place on the guest list—as her vivid memories of Sala from Chava's engagement party are severely grotesque. Flashback: Chava + Sonny's engagement party. Chava: Yeah dude, they got all, mad-butthurt that I was bringing you instead of Sonny. Sala: Fuck Sonny! [The Break-Up] Sala: FUCK YOUR BIRTHDAY! CHAVA: I'M SURE YOU WOULD IF YOU COULD, IF MY BIRTHDAY HAD A PENIS. Sala: YOUR BIRTHDAY DOES HAVE A PENIS—IT'S YOU, DICK. CHAVA: THEN SUCK ME, SALLY MAE. SALA: YOU WISH, WANDA. CHAVA: Can't make a wish with no fucking candles, Kandace. SALA: Huh. I would have thought there were candles just judging by hard you fucking BLOW, Bonnie! CHAVA: Then drive off cliff, Clyde. A remote, unnamed city near the North Pole, in the Alaskan Arctic Circle. It is severely cold, even visually so. ACT II- Sunny California ACT III- Sunny Florida In the scene where random ravers find Sala's backpack in the parking lot, debut Rave Dora [Backpack SupaCreeMixx] “I'm a backpack loaded up with things and Knick-knacks too—anything that you might need, I got inside for you...” Festival Trip One-Liners/ Slang/ Phrases Keep up, Kassandra Hold Up, Heather Be back, Becky Back up, Barbra Shut up, Susan/ Shut Up Sandra/ Shut Up Sharon/ Sit Down, Sally Shove It, Shelly Stop It, Stella Chill, Chelsea Cheer Up, Charlie (a reference to Willy Wonka) Get out my biz, Liz Really Billy? Excerpt, Act III Chava: Dude, your energy is killing me. Sala: So. Chava: Soo, fix it. Sala: What do I look like—Bob the Builder? Chava: More like Wreck-It-Ralphed-All-Over-Yourself Sala: Fuck you. Chava: Off limits. I'm the last person on earth you haven't fucked. Sala: Jealous? Chava: Of the super-massive black-hole that is your vagina? No. I just wish my camera had a better low-light filter so I had actual photographic proof of an 8th world wonder. Sala: …fuck you. Chava: ‘No' Means ‘No'. [blows whistle] Get up. Sala: Ahhhhh—Get fucked! Chava: I was—and you ruined it being a hoe—but I'm willing to look past that, because its a beautiful fucking day in Miami and we're about to get lit. C'mon. S'day one. Sala: Day 1 of rave 2, I'm over it. Chava: Hoe, I'm over you. Sala: Get over me, then, bitch— Chava: I already said I am. Get with it. Sala: Get with this dick. Chava: What's a dick without some balls, bro? Pussy. Sala: … Chava: You mad? Sala: I been mad. Chava: Stay mad, then. Sala: How about I just stay here. Chava: Pay here, stay here, bitch—this trip ain't free. Sala: This trip ain't me. Raves are your thing. I'm not a “festival chick.” Chava: You are for the next three days. Sala: …Three…?! Chava: And counting. Get. Some. Motherfuckin' balls. Here, have some Jesus Juice. [She extends her arm, holding the bottle in front of Sala] Sala: Ughhh. Chava: Come on, man. I'm tryna see Cow Turds. Sala: You're engaged to one. Chava: Shut the fuck up and drink. Here, I'll have one with you. The Epic Trip – ‘Girl—Meet World'. After breaking up with both her ex-fiance and her best friend, a depressed and anxious Chava decides to take a last-minute trip to another one of her bucket list destinations: The Epic Music Festival in Las Vegas, Nevada. F*ckFest: The Origins (Prequel) 21-year-old Chava Hoffs, a longtime raver and lover of all things dance culture, finally convinces her bar-scene best friend to accompany her to a regional event in her area, ‘F*ckfest', Sala's first ever festival/rave where—to both her and Chava's surprise, she connects with other longtime friends she had no idea were immersed into the culture. Sala, having been “rave-retired” since entering her first serious relationship, becomes overly-excited and branches off on her own, reconnecting with her true self after spending too long in her own shell—she discovers her love for an up-and-coming new artist (‘Shluggy') who magnetizes her with a newly-created sound (‘PukeRock'—a play on “VomitStep”) Vibes [Mini Series, Prequel]- A sequel-in-installments to the shenanigans following F*ckfest, where Chava returns to visit Sala and return to ‘one of her favorite venues', which now hosts GoF*ckYourself (GFY), the biggest summertime festival in the region. Festival Trip II [First Sequel ]- It's been a magical year and the breakup is over; A 20-something's imaginary friend returns, a decade after disappearing, just as she finds herself on the brink of ‘real adulthood', and has settled into the mundane and mediocre—as he leads her on a journey of self-discovery, she internally struggles with whether to tell her therapist—after deciding (or rather, being convinced) she shouldn't, she begins a desperate search for answers in what seems like a downward spiral into (Use- I'm on my way to heaven, for trailer.) A group of friends decide to form their own society after discovering an “uncharted” island—what they don't know [understand] is that the world government is observing at every angle—and as their population increases, they struggle as the popularity of their culture and lifestyle explode— Craig's world- an ensemble about the good old days of craigslist Ū [Amnesia/Working Title] Miami (Ami) A fashion designer and music enthusiast who attends festivals in her spare time, seeking inspiration for her fashion and design blog; she shares an apartment with her lesbian best friend from college, who works as a freelance writer and photographer. Crystal (Chrys) A short-haired-yet-feminine gender-non-conforming lovable with a dry sense of humor and an eye for art; Music lover and fan of festivals, Miami's “convert” into the rave world. Serra- A high-matinence instagram model who supports herself through social media promotion and influencing, modeling Miami's fashion line and sugar-babying/arm-candying to make her way through life, usually attending festivals as someone's date or just to take pictures/show face. Samuel/Donnie- Sensei Samurai: An award-winning world-renowned music artist and specialty DJ, the soul-headliner of ‘Magic's Mountain art and Music Festival' Daz- Sam/Donnie's Manager- (Antagonist) Lazers, pyrotechnics, strobes, and confetti light the night sky as Sensei Samurai, a medium-build white guy sporting two long braids and a samurai cut (his signature style), dances atop the table which supports a state-of-the-art DJ set-up; The stage is massive, the crowd is wild--but he is at home--or rather, at work, and at the top of his game. He jumps down from the table, drinking from a red solo cup, before he picks up the microphone to speak to his audience: Samuel: LET ME SEE YOU FUCKING JUMP. He dances around, flailing his arms to gesture to the crowd, drinking again from his red solo cup . He moves to the beat of the music as he focuses to adjust the mixer, structuring a build-up. His manager watches from backstage, carefully eying his every move. Samuel: --ARE YOU GUYS READY? [He lights a ciggarette, sips from his cup again as he continues to mix. He nods along to the beat, grooving as he plots his next move, looking into the crowd with hunger in his eye.] Dez: (speaking into a earpiece) Sammy, take it easy... [He glances stage left, to where Dez is situated and watching him like a hawk; He nonchalantly shrugs, blowing out a plume of smoke into the air, decisively irritated with the instruction.] Dez: (Cont'd): I mean it, chill. [Samuel sticks his finger into his ear, wiggling it profusely--and dislodges the hidden inner-earpiece, eyeing Dez as he pulls up his headphones, deep in the mix; He takes a long drag from his ciggarette, master-minding as he feverously twists the knobs and dials of the mixer.] Samuel (over the mic) NO CHILL MOTHERFUCKERS. [The music speeds as he prepares for the drop.] Dez: (forgetting momentarily that he will not be heard) Sam, don't--! [Too late. Samuel Drops the bass so hard, it hurts, ripping off his headphones and running straight into the crowd, head first to crowd surf. The crowd goes massively, insanely wild.] Through the lens of Crystal's camera, we see a series of still photos, capturing Sam's wild plunge into the crowd, just off-center in the front row. Miami looks to her right, giving her a nod of approval; Crystal shoots her a hand signal for “ok”. Miami looks to her left, lifting an eyebrow and smirking at Serra, who bounces off-beat against a tall wooky gentleman who has his arms around her through the sleeves of a spirit hood, tilting her head from side to side as she poses for selfies. Miami happily sways to the motion of the music, putting one hand over the rail and pulling up her mask with the other, as she watches Samuel be lifted back onto the stage and take his place behind the decks. The set continues, the crowd, the lazers, and the effects go wild: The backdrop reads ‘SENSEI SAMURAI' His backup dancers are acrobatic ninjas. Samuel: Thank you Magical Mountain, I Love You Guys!! The crowd goes wild as Samuel exits the stage, ignoring Dez as he breezes past him. Dez: (following after him) I thought I said, “No more crowd surfing, no more stage diving.” Samuel: I thought you said that, too. Dez: Do you recall “OhMyLanta?” Samuel: (sarcastically) Oh, you mean that festival in Atlanta? Dez: Yes. Samuel: How creative. Dez: ‘Creative' would describe the legal team's very expensive, very strenuous tactical strategy which weaseled you out of a very serious lawsuit. Samuel: What? When was this? Dez: This was when you decided to stage dive wearing goth-pants and your chains got stuck in that kid's earholes Samuel: They're called Tripp pants. Dez: Oh yeah...what do you call them after mutilating a teenager with them? Samuel: Tripp pants I can sell on eBay. I made that kid a star. Dez: You made him a cripple. Samuel: --we still talk. [EXT. A FARAWAY FOREST] Bass blasts through the christmas-lit forest, a festival set in the meadow against the lush and natural forest scenery; Attendees come-and-go to-and-from the lines of tents and out into the festival grounds, where DJs headline stages, dancers and performers interact with spectators, vendors practice their unique salesmanship, and the wild and true nature of ravers is unleashed. Frozen breath leaks from the laughing mouths of three young individuals, running through the forest; Twigs crush and leaves crackle underfoot of their prancing and galloping feet, clad in combat boots, tennis shoes, and platforms, respectively. Ripped fishnets hug the thighs that sweep together rapidly, swooshing as the legs that bare them race forward; a pashmina trails behind one's back, acting as a cape of sorts. A thud, in the darkness of the forest. Crystal and Serra continue forward, unaware their friend has fallen for a few short moments, leaving Miami behind. Miami confusedly looks for the obstruction which caused her to trip, discovering under a pile of brush and leaves, a man (Samuel) lying face down on the ground; her eyes widen and she draws slightly back, frightened, before squinting and leaning in to get a closer look; She turns on a glow toy for added light, she pants heavily under her breath, shaking slightly as she brushes away debris and leaves, uncovering his head and shoulders, revealing he is wearing a mask. She examines him. His glasses are broken, lying on the ground under his face--His hair is wet; he appears dead. Crystal: ...I told you not to wear those. Miami: Yo… Crystal: Yo--*gasps* (she grabs Serra by the shoulder, holding her back.) Serra: (She notices the body, under her pashmina, spirit hood, and glasses) Ohwhatthefuck. (she takes a few steps back) Crystal: Don't move. Serra: Yeah, fuck that. Fuck this. (she wraps the pashmina tightly around her face) [muffled] Fuck this. Crystal: ...Ami, we should get out of here. Miami: We should help him. Crystal: He may be beyond help, honey. Serra: He's fucking dead. Whatthefuck. Fuck this! Crystal: ...Is he dead? Miami: (she looks at him closely, there are no signs of life. she checks for breathing with her hand.) ...I don't know. (she checks again, leaning in closer. she grabs his wrist to check a pulse) Serra: Don't touch it! Miami: Shut up, I'm trying to get a pulse (beat) ...he's super cold. Serra: He's super dead! Miam: No, no...I don't think so. Crystal, come here--help me turn him over. Crystal: Are you sure? What if he--wakes up and tries to--?? Miami: (urgently) What if it was you? Crystal fishes for a flashlight and switchblade in her fanny pack, places the flashlight in her mouth and positioning the knife under her kandi cuffs. She cautiously inches forward. Crystal: Serra, try to get some cell service so we can call for help. The girls carefully turn him onto his back, wide eyed and bewildered. He is completely lifeless, clamy and pale--covered with dirt, and forestry. Miami continues to check for a pulse, shaking her head as he continues to appear dead. Crystal: Do you feel anything? Miami: …(shaking her head) I can't...he's like…(as she pulls up the sleeve of his hoodie and notices a familiar tattoo. she pauses for a moment, thinks, and then looks towards his head) Do you still have my mirror in your fanny pack?) Crystal returns to her fanny pack, digging for the mirror. Miami carefuly leans in towards the man, examining him once more; she notices a necklace, also familiar--she thinks, as she moves to remove first the excess hair, and then the mask from his face, very carefully. She peels off his mask, immidiately shocked as she reckognizes his face--It is Samuel, who she knows as Sensai Samurai. She yeeps (imploded gasp, making Crystal look up; she, too recognizes him; she gasps. They look at eachother, then at him--then back to eachother.) Miami: ...Give me your mirror. Crystal: Dude, is this…? Miami: Your mirror. (she holds the mirror under his nose--a subtle cloud of fog appears; he is, in fact, alive.) Crystal: Oh, my God. Miami: He's breathing. Serra! Crystal: ...This is Sensai Samurai. Miami: (trying to convince herself) It probably just looks like him…. Crystal: I just took one-hundred close-up photos, dude--like, less than an hour ago-- Miami: Shhhhh! (she frantically begins to check his pockets) He's gotta have a wallet. Crystal: What, you were going to save him--now you wanna roll him? Miami: An ID. He's got to have an ID. (she frantically searches him) Hey Serra! (Crystal lifts the other sleeve of his sweater, revealing a brightly colored wristband, and one singular kandi bracelet, which reads “Sensai” Simoltaneously, Miami has found something in one of the pockets--she produces a small box from one of the pockets of his cargo pants) Crystal: Holy fuck. Look. (she gestures the wrist band and bracelet.) Miami: ...Artist's wristband. Fuck. It is him. Crystal: [Samuel is slumped lifelessly over both Crystal and Miami's shoulders, head hanging downward and hair flailing and dangling in his face as the girls struggle to support him. His oversized light-up sunglasses begin slipping, almost revealing his eyes.] Girl:(looking over, concerned) ...Is your friend okay? [He is clearly not. Serra slides her finger up his nose to adjust his glasses, eyeing the girl suspiciously.] Crystal: [flatly] Yes. [Samuel's dead-weight pulls him towards the ground, as he slips; the girls struggle to readjust; he seems heavier by the minute. They all three stare back at the girl, awkwardly; Miami fakes an ‘everything's fine' smile, while Crystal stares blankly through her sunglasses and Serra shoots a look of dissatisfaction. [INT. KITCHEN. DAY.] The three girls gaze in awe of Donnie, multitasking busily in the kitchen, hair pinned neatly atop his head with chopsticks, wearing a neatly-pressed (as in, freshly ironed) apron, as he removes one baking mit with his mouth and works about, happily consumed and bouncily, humming. -...He's so...domestic. Crystal -You'd think he'd carry a better tune. Miami- Cause you'd be belting melodies after waking up out of a drug-induced coma? Crystal- No--I guess I'd open a bake shop in some random girls' kitchen. Miami: Donnie? Donnie: Hmm, yes? Miami: We...we have some news for you. Donnie: Oooh! Is it celebrity news? Miami:...sort of. Donnie: I hope it's juicy gossip. Crystal: Believe me--it'll be the talk of the town. Donnie: This town? Crystal: Any town. [ She refills her wine glass first, then prepares two more, never breaking eye contact with donnie; His lighthearted excitement turns to slight confusion, as he furrows his brows,] Miami: (sighs, taking his hand) Here, lets sit down. Donnie: But, the macaroons-- Serra-What? That's what you're making? [Donnie nods.] Serra-...(to the side) maybe we should let him finish the macaroons, first...what if this like, fucks him all up. Miami: No, it's time. I feel like we've already waited too long. Serra-...I feel like he makes really good macaroons. Miami: Yeah? Like grammy-award-winning macaroons? -If by ‘Grammy', you mean my Grandmother would approve… Miami: Your grandmother died of complications from diabetes. Serra-...and you think macaroons had absolutely nothing to do with that? [Crystal has already finished her first glass of wine, and begins to reach for the second glass, when Miami, out of the corner of her eye, catches her, snatching the glass from her gracefully, as she floats it to Donnie, sitting beside him, crossing her legs.] Donnie: Before noon? Crystal- Oh, so you know that rule? Donnie: I know some things. A 20-something's imaginary friend returns, a decade after disappearing, just as she finds herself on the brink of ‘real adulthood', and has settled into the mundane and mediocre—as he leads her on a journey of self-discovery, she internally struggles with whether to tell her therapist—after deciding (or rather, being convinced) she shouldn't, she begins a desperate search for answers in what seems like a downward spiral into A group of friends decide to form their own society after discovering an “uncharted” island—what they don't know [understand] is that the world government is observing at every angle—and as their population increases, they struggle as the popularity of their culture and lifestyle explode— Craig's world- an ensemble about the good old days of craigslist Blue Story A wayward security officer drunkenly fills out an application to join the police academy, and is accepted—both to his surprise, and dismay. #SQUAD OUT!- A Mockumentary-Style Comedy following several “tribes”, “squads”, “rave families”, and even solo-ravers surrounding a large group of ravers and friends. Ū [Amnesia/Working Title] Amnesia [Working Title] Three girls at a camping festival find an incapacitated man in the woods and take him back to their campsite for safety—when one of the girls discovers that she recognizes the mysterious man, actually a headliner at the festival they're attending—two of the girls keep it a secret from their friend who would certainly take advantage of the situation. After discovering a “butt-load” of mind-altering substances on his person, Miami, the ring leader, makes a ‘judgement call' not to call the authorities, deciding instead to attempt to take him back to his trailer—however—when the girls haul him back to his campsite, they discover his manager, Dez, rifling through his belongings. When Samuel awakens, he has no memory of himself—and so a journey begins: a test of friendship, and a race against the clock. Miami (Ami) A fashion designer and music enthusiast who attends festivals in her spare time, seeking inspiration for her fashion and design blog; she shares an apartment with her lesbian best friend from college, who works as a freelance writer and photographer. Crystal (Chrys) A short-haired-yet-feminine gender-non-conforming lovable with a dry sense of humor and an eye for art; Music lover and fan of festivals, Miami's “convert” into the rave world. Shane- A high-matinence instagram model who supports herself through social media promotion and influencing, modeling Miami's fashion line and sugar-babying/arm-candying to make her way through life, usually attending festivals as someone's date or just to take pictures/show face. DONNIE “*giggles* what's a rave?” Miami (takes a deep breath) Crystal (facepalm) Shane (purses her lips) C-Is Giving drugs to somebody with amnesia bad? M-I don't know what's bad for amnesia S-Well maybe, it's not giving it to him that would be bad—like, they were already in his system, probably wouldn't he go like, into withdraw or something. You're probably right S-(I'm probably not) Samuel/Donnie- Sensei Samurai: An award-winning world-renowned music artist and specialty DJ, the soul-headliner of ‘Magic's Mountain art and Music Festival' Daz- Sam/Donnie's Manager- (Antagonist-) Lazers, pyrotechnics, strobes, and confetti light the night sky as Sensei Samurai, a medium-build white guy sporting two long braids and a samurai cut (his signature style), dances atop the table which supports a state-of-the-art DJ set-up; The stage is massive, the crowd is wild--but he is at home--or rather, at work, and at the top of his game. He jumps down from the table, drinking from a red solo cup, before he picks up the microphone to speak to his audience: Samuel: LET ME SEE YOU FUCKING JUMP. He dances around, flailing his arms to gesture to the crowd, drinking again from his red solo cup . He moves to the beat of the music as he focuses to adjust the mixer, structuring a build-up. His manager watches from backstage, carefully eying his every move. Samuel: --ARE YOU GUYS READY? [He lights a ciggarette, sips from his cup again as he continues to mix. He nods along to the beat, grooving as he plots his next move, looking into the crowd with hunger in his eye.] Dez: (speaking into a earpiece) Sammy, take it easy... [He glances stage left, to where Dez is situated and watching him like a hawk; He nonchalantly shrugs, blowing out a plume of smoke into the air, decisively irritated with the instruction.] Dez: (Cont'd): I mean it, chill. [Samuel sticks his finger into his ear, wiggling it profusely--and dislodges the hidden inner-earpiece, eyeing Dez as he pulls up his headphones, deep in the mix; He takes a long drag from his ciggarette, master-minding as he feverously twists the knobs and dials of the mixer.] Samuel (over the mic) NO CHILL MOTHERFUCKERS. [The music speeds as he prepares for the drop.] Dez: (forgetting momentarily that he will not be heard) Sam, don't--! [Too late. Samuel Drops the bass so hard, it hurts, ripping off his headphones and running straight into the crowd, head first to crowd surf. The crowd goes massively, insanely wild.] Through the lens of Crystal's camera, we see a series of still photos, capturing Sam's wild plunge into the crowd, just off-center in the front row. Miami looks to her right, giving her a nod of approval; Crystal shoots her a hand signal for “ok”. Miami looks to her left, lifting an eyebrow and smirking at Serra, who bounces off-beat against a tall wooky gentleman who has his arms around her through the sleeves of a spirit hood, tilting her head from side to side as she poses for selfies. Miami happily sways to the motion of the music, putting one hand over the rail and pulling up her mask with the other, as she watches Samuel be lifted back onto the stage and take his place behind the decks. The set continues, the crowd, the lazers, and the effects go wild: The backdrop reads ‘SENSEI SAMURAI' His backup dancers are acrobatic ninjas. Samuel: Thank you Magical Mountain, I Love You Guys!! The crowd goes wild as Samuel exits the stage, ignoring Dez as he breezes past him. Dez: (following after him) I thought I said, “No more crowd surfing, no more stage diving.” Samuel: I thought you said that, too. Dez: Do you recall “OhMyLanta?” Samuel: (sarcastically) Oh, you mean that festival in Atlanta? Dez: Yes. Samuel: How creative. Dez: ‘Creative' would describe the legal team's very expensive, very strenuous tactical strategy which weaseled you out of a very serious lawsuit. Samuel: Law-Suit? I've never worn one of those. Black-Label? Dez: More like ‘black-book' with your name written on and in it. It took me weeks clean up. Samuel: When was this? Dez: When you decided to stage dive wearing goth-pants and one of your chains got stuck in that kid's earhole. Samuel: They're called ‘Tripp' pants. Dez: Oh yeah...what do you call them after mutilating a teenager with them? Samuel: Tripp pants I can sell on eBay. Dez: You made him a cripple. Samuel: --we still talk. Bass blasts through the christmas-lit forest, a festival set in the meadow against the lush and natural forest scenery; Attendees come-and-go to-and-from the lines of tents and out into the festival grounds, where DJs headline stages, dancers and performers interact with spectators, vendors practice their unique salesmanship, and the wild and true nature of ravers is unleashed. Frozen breath leaks from the laughing mouths of three young individuals, running through the forest; Twigs crush and leaves crackle underfoot of their prancing and galloping feet, clad in combat boots, tennis shoes, and platforms, respectively. Ripped fishnets hug the thighs that sweep together rapidly, swooshing as the legs that bare them race forward; a pashmina trails behind one's back, acting as a cape of sorts. A thud, in the darkness of the forest. Crystal and Shane continue forward, unaware their friend has fallen for a few short moments, leaving Miami behind. Miami confusedly looks for the obstruction which caused her to trip, discovering under a pile of brush and leaves, a man (Samuel) lying face down on the ground; her eyes widen and she draws slightly back, frightened, before squinting and leaning in to get a closer look; She turns on a glow toy for added light, she pants heavily under her breath, shaking slightly as she brushes away debris and leaves, uncovering his head and shoulders, revealing he is wearing a mask. She examines him. His glasses are broken, lying on the ground under his face--His hair is wet; he appears dead. Miami is horrified, speechless, breathless. Crystal: ...I told you not to wear those. Miami: Yo… Crystal: Yo--*gasps* (she grabs Shane by the shoulder, holding her back.) Shane: (She notices the body, under her pashmina, spirit hood, and glasses) Ohwhatthefuck. (she takes a few steps back) Crystal: Don't move. Serra: Yeah, fuck that. Fuck this. (she wraps the pashmina tightly around her face) [muffled] Fuck this. Crystal: ...Ami, we should get out of here. Miami: We should help him. Crystal: He may be beyond help, honey. Shane: He's fucking dead. Whatthefuck. Cystal: ...Is he dead? Miami: (she looks at him closely, there are no signs of life. she checks for breathing with her hand.) ...I don't know. (she checks again, leaning in closer. she grabs his wrist to check a pulse) Shane: Don't touch it! Miami: Shut up, I'm trying to get a pulse (beat) ...he's super cold. Shane: He's super dead! Miam: No, no...I don't think so. Crystal, come here--help me turn him over. Crystal: Are you sure? What if he--wakes up and tries to--?? Miami: (urgently) What if it was you? Crystal fishes for a flashlight and switchblade in her fanny pack, places the flashlight in her mouth and positioning the knife under her kandi cuffs. She cautiously inches forward. Crystal: Shane, try to get some cell service so we can call for help. The girls carefully turn him onto his back, wide eyed and bewildered. He is completely lifeless, clamy and pale--covered with dirt, and forestry. Miami continues to check for a pulse, shaking her head as he continues to appear dead. Crystal: Do you feel anything? Miami: …(shaking her head) I can't...he's like…(as she pulls up the sleeve of his hoodie and notices a familiar tattoo. she pauses for a moment, thinks, and then looks towards his head) Do you still have my mirror in your fanny pack?) Crystal returns to her fanny pack, digging for the mirror. Miami carefuly leans in towards the man, examining him once more; she notices a necklace, also familiar--she thinks, as she moves to remove first the excess hair, and then the mask from his face, very carefully. She peels off his mask, immidiately shocked as she reckognizes his face--It is Samuel, who she knows as Sensai Samurai. She yeeps (imploded gasp, making Crystal look up; she, too recognizes him; she gasps. They look at eachother, then at him--then back to eachother.) Miami: ...Give me your mirror. Crystal: Dude, is this…? Miami: Your mirror. (she holds the mirror under his nose--a subtle cloud of fog appears; he is, in fact, alive.) Crystal: Oh, my God. Miami: He's breathing. Shane! Crystal: ...This is Sensai Samurai. Miami: (trying to convince herself) It probably just looks like him…. Crystal: I just took one-hundred close-up photos, dude--like, less than an hour ago-- Miami: Shhhhh! (she frantically begins to check his pockets) He's gotta have a wallet. Crystal: What, you were going to save him--now you wanna roll him? Miami: An ID. He's got to have an ID. (she frantically searches him) Hey Shane! (Crystal lifts the other sleeve of his sweater, revealing a brightly colored wristband, and one singular kandi bracelet, which reads “Sensai” Simultaneously, Miami has found something in one of the pockets--she produces a small box from one of the pockets of his cargo pants) Crystal: Holy fuck. Look. (she gestures the wrist band and bracelet.) Miami: ...Artist's wristband. Fuck. It is him. Crystal: [Samuel is slumped lifelessly over both Crystal and Miami's shoulders, head hanging downward and hair flailing and dangling in his face as the girls struggle to support him. His oversized light-up sunglasses begin slipping, almost revealing his eyes.] Girl:(looking over, concerned) ...Is your friend okay? [He is clearly not. Serra slides her finger up his nose to adjust his glasses, eyeing the girl suspiciously.] Crystal: [flatly] Yes. [Samuel's dead-weight pulls him towards the ground, as he slips; the girls struggle to readjust; he seems heavier by the minute. They all three stare back at the girl, awkwardly; Miami fakes an ‘everything's fine' smile, while Crystal stares blankly through her sunglasses and Serra shoots a look of dissatisfaction. [INT. KITCHEN. DAY.] The three girls gaze in awe of Donnie, multitasking busily in the kitchen, hair pinned neatly atop his head with chopsticks, wearing a neatly-pressed (as in, freshly ironed) apron, as he removes one baking mit with his mouth and works about, happily consumed and bouncily, humming. -...He's so...domestic. Crystal -You'd think he'd carry a better tune. Miami- Cause you'd be belting melodies after waking up out of a drug-induced coma? Crystal- No--I guess I'd open a bake shop in some random girls' kitchen. Miami: Donnie? Donnie: Hmm, yes? Miami: We...we have some news for you. Donnie: Oooh! Is it celebrity news? Miami:...sort of. Donnie: I hope it's juicy gossip. Crystal: Believe me--it'll be the talk of the town. Donnie: This town? Crystal: Any town. [ She refills her wine glass first, then prepares two more, never breaking eye contact with donnie; His lighthearted excitement turns to slight confusion, as he furrows his brows,] Miami: (sighs, taking his hand) Here, lets sit down. Donnie: But, the macaroons-- Serra-What? That's what you're making? [Donnie nods.] Serra-...(to the side) maybe we should let him finish the macaroons, first...what if this like, fucks him all up. Miami: No, it's time. I feel like we've already waited too long. Serra-...I feel like he makes really good macaroons. Miami: Yeah? Like grammy-award-winning macaroons? -If by ‘Grammy', you mean my Grandmother would approve… Miami: Your grandmother died of complications from diabetes. Serra-...and you think macaroons had absolutely nothing to do with that? [Crystal has already finished her first glass of wine, and begins to reach for the second glass, when Miami, out of the corner of her eye, catches her, snatching the glass from her gracefully, as she floats it to Donnie, sitting beside him, crossing her legs.] Donnie: Before noon? Crystal- Oh, so you know that rule? Donnie: I know some things. Under The Mask —A superstar DJ and his best friend embark on a series of festivals under cover as non-celebrity citizens to first-handedly experience the other side of his world. Grandma's Girl- A funeral turns into an accidentally epic week-long house party, after the ‘favorite grand child' becomes disappointed in the traditional send-off given by the family; While grieving and going through her late-grandmothers belongings, Serra discovers journals and an old phonebook, containing the life and times of her wildly adventurous grandma and her close friends—when she realizes that none of the people from her grandmother's life ‘before the family' are in attendance of her funeral (or even aware of her passing), she links up with her best friends to organize a ‘proper goodbye'. All heaven breaks loose, when ‘ravers of old' begin showing up to pay their respects to Silvia—things get a little out-of-hand when the gathering explodes due-to-word of mouth, as it turns out Grandma Silvia had a few more connections than expected—and they've all come from near-and-far to say their goodbyes. Deathwish—A series about a woman who makes a death wish—but the stakes are raised wen all her wildest dreams come true, and death lurks just around the corner at every turn. ((M3))- A collection of silent films, by SupaCree Enter: World of Music Ascension- Set in a parallel universe, Father TIme and Mother Nature are reconnected on Earth, as the dawn of a new-era arises at the peak of mankind's evolutionary journey. Series is set in a parralell universe, a seperate realm where humans have met faced dark ages, technological or technological setbacks they live harmoniously and peacefully within— live spiritually and intuitively with the planet, and can gain/ strengthen certain abilities through higher learning, strength training, conditionig, and meditation; We begin at the dawn of a new age, where beings ('God Bodies' [working])acended from higher plains of conciousness walk amongst the living in 'humanform', guided and led to higher forms of being through teachings of the Acended sorcerers and masters belonging to the universal collective conciousness of light; Also amongst the living, in 'humanform', Costumes: Modern-Futuristic da ‘Thieo' makes his final wish (for his truest and ever lasting love) to his appointed Acceded Sorcerer; but there are trials he must endure and obstacles to be met before his wish come true— C'Esmett— A warrior princess raised to rule is on on the brink of going rouge, after she is betrayed by her betrothed —her calling to become queen is imminent; yet she must overcome boundaries set by tradition, facing the powers-that-be to strengthen and master her own. Her ancient knowledge, ascended sorcery, and intrinsic healing mysticism— amongst other gifts of nature (a seer, fortune of truths; being of light) “I'm sorry, but it's out of my control.” “NOTHING Is out of your control." "--Except for you." She scorns him, and turns away swiftly, as her cape sweeps across the floor, as it flutters and whips behind her “I'm sorry, but it's out of my control.” “NOTHING Is out of your control." "--Except for you." She scorns him, and turns away swiftly, as her cape sweeps across the floor, as it flutters and whips behind her--she turns again, eyeing him directly, pointing to him with dismay as she takes in a breath; catching herself in anger, she deflates, keeping eye contact (though her gaze suddenly softens as she arrives ‘ACENSION' Ascension- Set in a parallel universe, Father TIme and Mother Nature are reconnected on Earth, as the dawn of a new-era arises at the peak of mankind's evolutionary journey. CHARACTERS Thïeo {Petrutheïo} Godform Spiritclad Cross-Bodied sorcerer; Humanborn earthbound in his most recent incarnation to rule in the new age…(t b c) C'Esmétt {Ch'Esmett X'oxįl Nazari is the most powerful being on planet Earth, and throughout multiple dimensions, through which she presides over, in various forms and figures; She possesses the universe's oldest Soul. a Godform Spiritclad Ascended Sorceress who possesses rare “Creation Energy”—the ability to form and shape matter, bend and travel through time, and control aspects of reality; Youthful and fiery, she is praised as a God of Light; Supporting: Kï'yara—Fireborn, Earthbound Rai'ayn—Loveborn, Multi-Dimentional Onyyxx—Rooted, Tri-Dimentiinal The elements: Love Matter Earth -Of Ground -Of Water -Of Fire -Of Air ...there are more but I'm tired right now. The realms: Now Then (points in the past to which time bending bodies may access) The past (inaccessible points on past timelines to those in human form or bound to earth, besides Godform; even so, the process is strenuous and dangerous. Love Self (to self, to travel inward and reflect a physical presence of the world within, outwardly; true self exists freely and ideally—you are able to converse with self as others see you [appearing as an identical twin with ideal aspects. Light therapy Frequencies Vibrationally energizing Body waves are Paralyzing Lines of Broken harmonies Inside of me. Crying on the clock; Rocking back and forth Stocking full of coal Greetings from the North Pole If Santa Clause is real Maybe we can make a deal; If my heart is made of steel You can't steal it—I can feel it Winter is here The world is money hungry (So am I) The world is simply starving (So am I) The world is so alarming (So am I) The world is just evolving. (So I am.) Cause I've been going crazy Stuck inside myself And I've been feeling lazy Just beside myself And I've been thinking lately That just maybe, someday maybe I'll be It's all connected— The reason we disconnect Is we're neglected I wonder what you'd expect You can't express it Just repress it. Repression syndrome— Came up too fast; Compression syndrome Suck it in Suck it up, You stupid fuck Dive deeper Ū (EP) 1. Thank U 2. I'm Sorry 3. I Love U 4. I miss U I like your vibe Come join my squad Curiosity killed the cat Carbohydrates killed the queen Don't cry “I'll try...” 50 Shades of Blue Don't pick up the phone Don't pick up the phone Don't pick up the phone Don't pick up the phone And here you are: 8 years later, With a baby on your back and— Bills to pay You have to decide (What the fuck) what the world is all about today. Don't want to be Cree For a really long time I just need I just need I just need a whole mind I was me the whole time I never left And yet There I was—looking at myself from above, All the love in the world; Just a lonely little girl Trapped in her Head Never got out of bed, that day: But I went away somewhere, And there I was—looking at myself from above, All the love in the world, Just a lonely little girl Trapped in her Head And I said “why are you waking me up?” But I wasn't asleep— I just wanted to fuck And sometimes, it's too much Too much is, never enough I've never been in love (with me) But I've always been in love (with you) And if you had seen it It wouldn't have been the death of me. Deeper I'll go: Deeper to find How I crossed white lines To become Colorblind How did you find me, here My deer? How did you know Where to go? How did you know, I would Follow you there, Once you finally showed me the road? I've seen both the frog, and the toad; You've already left me exposed, And I'm frozen in time Just to find Just to find Paradise— I tried. But love is a blind bat, Diving into a vat of Darkness; a hat is only a hat, If only there was more— And there is. There always is more— You just have to live more, And once you've been through the cycles, you could be Recycled. Ruined. Rebuilt. Guilt is only ever, Created after pleasure... With immense imploding pressure - [ ] You were born EP-GA [2K19] Mother Earth and Father Time are Making love right By the fire You are motion— I am sickness I am goddess; Be my witness. And I'll probably run for President— Just like I tend to run from everything; not because I want to do it, but because I have to... And just as I run from everything, I run to everything— As is the vicious cycle of life, unrepeated. I should have seen it coming, when he kicked my puppy—I didn't, but my mother did, and it might have been the same day. If not, it was definitely on the same porch—the same porch where...my adolescence began, and ended. There is no cure When your spirit is broken There is no cure—when you suffer in silence There is no cure— When you've seen all the violence It's only you. Breadcrumbs— I'm not dumb, I'm just muted. The dragon I'm chasing is me, And I just... Set the world on fire— I just—need to— I just—adjust. Translucent and transparent I am the thing that happens when you Parent your own parents. And I just I been waking up randomly, Panicking— Wishing I was dancing In the moonlight I'm vanishing without a trace And maybe I just hate this place, Maybe I'm just displaced I hate this I been waking up randomly Filling the void Avoiding my eyes in reflections I fell in love at a festival She came to dance, she was solo oh-oh ...took my hand, sack let's go- oh—oh-oh She didn't care She didn't care I'm a tax write-off I'm a meal ticket I'm a grasshopper; Or maybe, a cricket— Ricochet rabbit Why am I like this? “Why do you fight this?” I was not invited to mingle This ‘tingle' I get is more than A threat—I regretted, The moments I never forget The secrets you keep The stories you never will tell— This is hell, you're not dreaming It's only a nightmare. Too much to think about So I don't Dissociative, I associate everything Within—without I reflect everything I've been about, Stuck beside myself I am just a clone, A lone shadow of my Own All alone, and— I never planned to leave this planet But I have. You're out of my league Out of my league Why can't you see that It's so hard to be Paying the price for this Quarter-life crisis I don't mean to write this So bad, but I can't trust myself anymore I can't trust this world anymore Life is just Too complicated I'm jaded—I'm faded out Phased out, going about in this Town like I'm drowning in Insecurity Or rather, a diamond in the rough I've got enough stuff I just need love. You're out of my league I can see that I can't be that, thing What you want is perfection I just like who you are and thats— Never enough. I have nothing but love to give, love So forgive this: I didn't think I'd live this long But I was wrong And it was longer than I thought Ago Life is just Too complicated I'm jaded—I'm faded out Phased out, going about in this Town like I'm drowning in Insecurity Do you wanna know what it's like to be lonely like me I can tell you better than show you Once I get to know you good luck AMNESIA NOTES Miami Wade Crystal Brooks Donder (Donny) “we'll just call you Donny” “Why?” Uhhh...Because...we found you in the woods. “What?” “You know, like—the wild thornberrys” “Sounds tasty” “Uhhh—wasn't Donny found in the Jungle” “Uhhh—isn't the jungle just a denser version of the woods?” “I guess. It's like an earth-remix” “What's a remix?” Miami wells up—Crystal jumps up excitedly “Awwwwri And I've been stuck on Abbot Kinney, Thinking about Will Rodgers and Thinking that I'm a dodgers fan— But I'm not, I just like crowds. And LA makes me proud Of everything I need to be: And if the world were watching me She'd think she was herself. I was never sleeping, I'm just here And I was never reading, I just Put the bookmark where I left off... I could drift off into, The taste of ink And as it dries in my palm— I know it won't take long until I'm Drifting back into—sifting back into Space—grains of sand. You'll know when you've reached the promised land. Hello, Good Friend: ‘It's time to fall in love...with yourself.' The world has the most to learn from its elders and it's youth—fever disrespect the sometimes even subtle wisdom of a child or your elders. A1 (Lost in the Sauce) Break beats Ruffneck Bass: That's what I like in my face Drop that shit, don't make me wait Make me dance off all this waste I like chocolate, give me cake Wednesday mornin' wake-n-bake Star Jones—Oprah—Ricky lake Which is real and which is fake? Pick the right one, no mistake River—ocean—crater lake “White girl: can I touch your hair? Is it fake??” Out of order— Order steak. [ Sample: The Epic Trip] [interlude- two friends at a festival//a phone call] “Where the fuck are you?” “I can't hear you!” “Hello?” “BRO. Where are you?” “I'm by the—WAIT—hello?!” “WHAT? ” “HELLO?” [the call drops] “Yo. Where the fuck is she?” “I don't know man, probably lost in the sauce...” Sample Lost In The jungle//Kendrick Boo Boo Friends that say that they “gotchu” and then don't Ain't your friends— they're enemies Keep them close Nobody gives a fuck about you— Except you— Remember that. And if you can't remember Make a habit of forgetting Cause you're just another member of society With social anxiety Your sense of propriety Probably shouldn't be Anything I'd give anything Just to take back all my fucks Put them in a bucket, Throw it over my shoulder And wish the world “Good fucking luck” I'm so done with it This is the last chance you get So have fun with it There's no pleasure, no smiles— No love in it I'm just driving for miles Above the shit Transitions- Silent Film/EP Kandi moves to a new city from far, far away—and finds herself lost trying to find her own vibe. ❤️ 1. The Bus Song 2. Pretty Girls (SupaCreeMixx) 3. DOD (Phoenixx remix) “Holy infected fuck!” [thats my vibe right now] North Star After an EMP attack, an unlikely leader becomes a guide to a group of survivors to find the way northward to Alaska. Festival Trip Chava Hoffs- A Voluptuous Dark-Skinned Alaska Native-Black Mixed fashionista who (to her disdain) earns a living as a correctional officer in a juvenile detention facility in Arctic Alaska, daydreaming her long nights away and stacking her money, saving up for an escape to someplace warm and sunny. She is bright and quick-witted, but sometimes awkward—truly a ball of energy, whether good or bad. Sala Emilio (Stax) A tall, olive skinned hottie from Utah of Native American and Mexican decent who works as head chef in a gourmet Chinese food restaurant—a phenomenally functional alcoholic with a free spirit, questionable morals, good values, a loving heart—and a dry sense of humor. Childhood best friends with Chava, I hope you're okay with the character I based off you. I'm not going to copy the story exactly (cause it's a movie, duh) so—I came up with the story that your character runs the kitchen of a classy gourmet 5-Star Chinese restaurant in Utah that has an all-Mexican staff of mostly illegals; my character is a CO at a youth correctional facility in remote Alaska—I felt like those two extremes would play funnier on camera than to replicate our actual situations. I also made them not parents, because I would rather take the whole issue of parenting and raving into a completely separate film idea, I'm thinking of calling it Festival Project A Film Saga by SupaCree Inspired by True Events Festival Trip- Two lifelong friends take a two-week-long trip across the country, to attend two major music festivals—one on the west coast (Among Aliens, in California), and one on the east (Ultimate Music Festival) The Epic Trip – After breaking up with both her ex-fiance and her best friend, a depressed and anxious Chava decides to take a last-minute trip to another one of her bucket list destinations: The Epic Music Festival in Las Vegas, Nevada. F*ckFest: The Origins (Prequel) 21-year-old Chava Hoffs, a longtime raver and lover of all things dance culture, finally convinces her bar-scene best friend to accompany her to a regional event in her area, ‘F*ckfest', Sala's first ever festival/rave where—to both her and Chava's surprise, she connects with other longtime friends she had no idea were immersed into the culture. Sala, having been “rave-retired” since entering her first serious relationship, becomes overly-excited and branches off on her own, reconnecting with her true self after spending too long in her own shell—she discovers her love for an up-and-coming new artist (‘Shluggy') who magnetizes her with a newly-created sound (‘PukeRock'—a play on “VomitStep”) Vibes [Mini Series]- A sequel-in-installments to the shenanigans following F*ckfest, where Chava returns to visit Sala and return to ‘one of her favorite venues', which now hosts Festival Trip II- After reconciling, Chava and Sala unite again to journey to uncharted territories—after Chava is invited along as a journalist to cover artists belonging to an up-and-coming record label based in Alaska, she invites Sala as a tag-along, knowing that her “weird hoe-magic” will attract—as always—even more interesting personalities and circumstances than she could dream to on her own. Chava Hoffs Sala Emillio Gunther Ross- The more than interesting circus-act of a plug/one of Sala's romantic interests, who just happens to be in the same place at the same time, once Sala and Chava arrive in California. Solomon Dominguez- Chava's “homie-lover-friend”, a DC native transplanted to LA who hustles and bustles the 3-job life to live the California dream—a surprisingly dedicated and loyal friend to Chava, who considers him the “king of fuckboys”—which, is not entirely untrue. Johnny McEntire- An eclectic and friendly photographer who stumbles upon Sala during a vulnerable moment—a sweet, humble, and vibrant personality, Chava mostly dismisses him as just another victim of Sala's constantly-inconstant romantic gestures and affiliations. Grace Williams (Chava's Super-Christian (but very sweet) Aunt) Billy Williams- Chava's very dorky, southern Baptist uncle who can't help but throw in a (praise-jesus) Krista DeVaunte- Bride-To-Be—Noah's Fiance Noah Williams- Chava's Cousin, the groom to be Naomi Williams- Chava's salty Cousin, and freinemy since birth—Noah's younger sister Sonny Johnson— Chava's ex-fiance Dustin Roberts—Sala's ex-boyfriend Juan Manuel Jose Melendez Gutierrez-Rodriguez—Sala's current boyfriend, with whom she lives & works with. Running Jokes: Speaking Spanish with a Mandarin-inflenced dialect—speaking/yelling in awful Spanish-soundingMandarin—speaking “Mandarish” or “Spandarin” Every time Chava mentions Sonny (her ex), Sala interjects with “Fuck Sonny!” Cop Jokes (due to Chava's occupation) ACT I- The Wedding Bashers/It's Festival Season “Save-The-Date” Inciting Incident—Plans to attend a destination wedding that Chava and her lifelong long distance best friend Sala, have been planning for almost a year are abruptly halted when Chava learns via a very eventful facetime call (‘Meet The Williams') that her +1 invitation had apparently only applied to her now-ex-fiance [whom her stuck-up family adored because of his abhorrent Christianity], and that the bride-to-be would not allow Sala to take his place on the guest list—as her vivid memories of Sala from Chava's engagement party are severly grotesque. Flashback: Chava + Sonny's engagement party. Chava: Yeah dude, they got all, mad-butthurt that I was bringing you instead of Sonny. Sala: Fuck Sonny! A remote, unnamed city in the Alaskan Arctic Circle. It is severely cold, even visually so. Ch ACT II- Sunny California ACT III- Sunny Florida Excerpt- Festival Trip I As chava blasts away, Sala and Johnny laugh hysterically Sala: Dat ass tho! Their laughter fades in the distance as she speeds up, other onlookers also commenting about her ass, as she blows past a group of men in black, she turns a man's head as she catches his attention. Man: Daaaaaamn. 3.31.19 —Later— The same man from earlier looks out the window of his high rise penthouse suite, across from Chava's hotel—and sees Chava levitating—he pauses, looks around, and raises his eyebrows, drunkenly and assumingly otherwise intoxicated in his appearance. Man: Daaaaamn. Chava is freaking out, remaining motionless as she floats above the bed—she looks out the side of her peripheral, afraid to move—looking up at the ceiling, her eyes widen. She blinks, and takes a deep breath. He questions what he is seeing, as he pours himself a drink. 4.1.2019 As Chava dances through the crowds, she connects and trades Kandi, moving to the beat with intricate motion and flare—people are loving her (a musical dance number)—from backstage, a man pouts and purses his lips, wondering why she is familiar—he is momentarily lost in thought, as he gazes at her and the crowd. Man: (under his breath) Daaamn... Lackey: c'mon man, let's get the fuck out of here Man: But— Lackey: don't worry, you know there's gon' be hoes at the spot. Man: ...but look at her viiibe...and that ass tho—damn! Lackey: eehhhh. You wanna ass, I got a specific folder in my contacts titled “fat ass” with 300 bitches in it— Man: *women* Lackey: whatever—look—I could get you an ass twice as fat, on a dime twice as fine—in 10 minutes flat. Man: (eyes shining, like domo) but look at her aura... Lackey: —I think I got an Aurora in here Man: No, like— Lackey: (pulling at him) let's *go*, the fuck is you trippin..? His eyes won't move away, but he is led by the lackey by his arm, confusededly pouting as he is dragged along. Man: Damn. He feels like he knows her. Cut back to: CHAVA'S ENTRY DANCE scene ACT 1: Wedding Bashers Here we meet Chava Hoffs and Sala Emillio; Two life-long long-distance best friends who love eachother--for the most part--for better or worse. Sala (Pinky) and Chala (The Brain) are planning a tropical mexican vacation to a destination wedding Chava's been invited to as an excuse to celebrate Chava's upcoming birthday (held the same weekend as the wedding) in style--However, when Chava's exclusively classist family alerts her that her plus-one invitation only extended to her on-again-off-again fiance and absolutely excludes Sala, they desperately search for another way to escape their mundane and excruciatingly boring circumstances. Chava internet-searches events around her birthday and finds that there are two music festivals within the same week--running the numbers, she concludes that this alternative plan would actually cost less than the original--”so why not?” The young women keep their escapade-to-be a complete secret, disguising all the preliminary details as “wedding planning” They plan to ‘meet in the middle', Los Angeles being centrally located to both their respective homes. They meet at LAX excitedly and reuinte in happy (and drunken) tears. ACT 2: Sunny California Chava wants to visit old friends and reminisce as a “wannabe tourist” in an all-too-familiar city, which she used to call home--she's built a list of things to do and prepared an itinerary for the week; Sala wants to get riddegy-wrecked sun-up to sundown; Worlds collide as somewhat by-the-book Chava nervously nativages around, typically babysitting Sala and often falling victim to being steered off-course by her shenanigans. Within their first few moments under the California moonlight, Sala's smartphone helps her discover that she has a nearby group of friends--conveniently banded-together by her circus act “master plug”, who is devastatingly in love with her. They spend night one of the first festival tracking him down--Sala finds herself already exhausted by Sala's timing and drunken unsubtlety (“My friend's a COP!”) They finally meet him at the end of the first day, they allow him to tag along--until he becomes almost-suddenly dysfunctionally inebriated and Chava must make a fight-or-flight decision to leave him behind, after he begins drawing attention to their vulnerable crew, and she is approached at random by a mysterious character in a gas station convenience store, where she appears to be the most sober person. On day two, after running at top-speed to catch the shuttle, Sala drunkenly makes friends with a group of young people (fresh out of high school), who to Chava are quite “wookish”, but she plays along anyway. However, by the time they exit the shuttle and Chava has finallybecome comfortable being invited into their squad; Chala decides to ditch them--unknowing that they will re-meet later in the night. Excerpt- Festival Trip I As chava blasts away, Sala and Johnny laugh hysterically Sala: Dat ass tho! Their laughter fades in the distance as she speeds up, other onlookers also commenting about her ass, as she blows past a group of men in black, she turns a man's head as she catches his attention. Man: Daaaaaamn. 3.31.19 —Later— The same man from earlier looks out the window of his high rise penthouse suite, across from Chava's hotel—and sees Chava levitating—he pauses, looks around, and raises his eyebrows, drunkenly and assumingly otherwise intoxicated in his appearance. Man: Daaaaamn. Chava is freaking out, remaining motionless as she floats above the bed—she looks out the side of her peripheral, afraid to move—looking up at the ceiling, her eyes widen. She blinks, and takes a deep breath. He questions what he is seeing, as he pours himself a drink. 4.1.2019 As Chava dances through the crowds, she connects and trades Kandi, moving to the beat with intricate motion and flare—people are loving her (a musical dance number)—from backstage, a man pouts and purses his lips, wondering why she is familiar—he is momentarily lost in thought, as he gazes at her and the crowd. Man: (under his breath) Daaamn... Lackey: c'mon man, let's get the fuck out of here Man: But— Lackey: don't worry, you know there's gon' be hoes at the spot. Man: ...but look at her viiibe...and that ass tho—damn! Lackey: eehhhh. You wanna ass, I got a specific folder in m

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this is a cringeworthy read, i'm sure of it. {THE TIME CAPSULE] Here lies everything I won't delete, but wouldn't dare to publish (as of yet), and therefore banish to the land and/or realm of impossibility, where everything entirely consists of unimaginable, unfathomable, inconceivable, never-ever-happened ( or will) unexistence. Nothing Here Exists. Amen. (I didn't write this.) The Colenel's Jounal. “Would he be mad reading this shit? “ I mean. I have to step back at this point and admit to reading this shit to myself at this point, that... I stumbled upon an interview with none other than The Great Mike Tyson--who--if coincidences actually existed--coincidentally dated my mother oh-way-back-when. I remember the shenanigans she went through to get him to sign a pair of boxing gloves for an auction she hosted, once, when I was younger. For that, I've always gotten a little chuckle, whenever I've randomly ended up watching something. Dude is funny. As for other dude? I'm so lost. It's almost like Insomniac (or whoever) can read my thoughts--or at the very least, my text messages. It's been a year of strangeness, and I'm now more lost than found. Why is Pasqualle so strangely familiar? What is this connection, i'm missing? Who am I, if not S U P A C R E E? I'm aware of my cosmic insignificance, my societal displacement. I am nothing useful that I know of, but it seems so that I've been being followed. So maybe he's not a white supremacist, after all...he seems to love as much as I do--if not more. So, that one's my fault, as everything is. I wonder if the window of opportunity has truly closed. I wonder what to make of all this, at all. I'm so, so confused, and so lost, and so… ...confused... First, I levitated. Still can't get over that (literally) Then....everything else. Literally everything else. From playing drums at Ruskos set, to weirdly making my way to Excision, just “following a vibe”--my failed suicide attempt, and running away to Bass Canyon where, everything in my reality officially shattered. Now, here I am...about to be homeless, jobless, and lost in love. I can't shake it off anymore, I can't let it go. My brain's wrapped around all of it, all the time. Prayers, Mantras, Methods. I'm driving myself crazy trying to wish away the pain. I need to be...need to be… … Needed. Bearr needs me. Sometimes, in all the pain--I fail to see that. But he does--and if I can't make it in show business...how are we meant to survive? There's no room for depression and poverty in motherhood. After losing the twins...I just can't. I can't be sad and parent at the same time. And, maybe that makes me weak. Maybe it makes me stupid. Maybe I've just had enough. But there's nothing I wouldn't give just to know that there's love, somewhere out there for me. Is it selfish that that's all I want? I think i'm a good person, but maybe i'm wrong. I can account for hundreds of premonitions, predictions, visions--outstanding sensitivity to energy...but how could I misread, and misjudge, so easily? Something inside me never really made it out of that tent. Then, going back--maybe it was all of me, that never made it out of that ambulance. Am I just the special kid in class--and it's obvious I've been left behind? When I hear myself speak aloudt, I wonder if I am retarded. I feel other people also wonder. Either way, how would anyone have known about my musical history so broadly, as it's been displayed? There's no going back from it. I can't go back to being a regular “Skrillex” fan. It's almost like...almost like I can't go back at all. And I miss that, a lot--just being able to be honest about what my taste in music is, who my favorite musician is…. I tense up when I hear the word “Skrillex”. In good company, I can shrug it off, I guess…. But on any regular day, it still feels deep. It doesn't leave my mind, ever. I can pretend to move on, but I can't unlove. I can't unlove. So, i'm two-for-two...three-for-three, if you count Josh Pan's video, where his face swells up and he turns into a reptile… I remember waking up for work with swollen eyes, and bulging, puffy skin...the way the spiral to insanity began...not with suicide, at all--at least, in the traditional sense. I was working 80 hours a week. I needed it--I needed out of my marriage. Pasqualle's sweater Sonny's Sweater, now falling apart--because, yes--I've worn it every day for nearly a year. A red, white, and blue blanket, reminding me of my presidential ambitions--which have since, not faded...but become realistically reflected with this sense that, I have much to fulfill between now-and-never. I'll only run for President if I can afford it. I can only afford it if I am successful in music. I found it heartwarming that Mike Tyson is so enamoured by the culture. To see him swell with joy, such as I have, upon discovering the world of raves. Apparently, there will be some kind of permanent Oasis, someday...I hope I live to see it. Better yet, I hope I live to play there. I want my chance on all the stages, as selfish as it may seem. To earn a place behind the decks, an unrealized dream. But, can I find it to become all that it takes? To read and move a room, to create and connect with people, live onstage. To inspire a crowd--telling a story with music. To give love, the best way that I can. I miss myself...but no I don't. I do miss never having to worry about whether I was too fat to be found attractive by someone I vehemently admire--but never thought about sexually, in all of the years i've loved watching him live. But, its a vibe. Much ado about Elon Musk. I'm not smart enough to become a rocket scientist--and it's too late for me to become an astronaut, as I once dreamed...but there's something in the space above us all, that seems to connect the space between us all--and it's almost as is the walls are caving in. Time and space continues to collapse upon itself. I might be broken forever...but then, I always was. Who'd have thought the Grand Prize for your third suicide attempt is a Skrillex? I'm cursed, in the way that...it won't fall off. My brain won't un-Sonny itself. I'm on default to give a fuck now, and there's no turning back. I guess this is what I get for hating on *fangirls*...now i am one. Problem is, I'm a lot less cute. How often does shit like this happen? There's hypnosis through music--and then there's losing your entire soul to something outside of yourself. Why and how am I so out of place, in this world? ‘You're too good for this world.' Nothing's been forgotten, it's just getting more suppressed. I can pretend to move on, but I won't. I just found the Holy Mecca of research for my weird, invasive project. Apparently DeadMau5 had some kind of comedy show, or something--called “coffee run” It seems to be about...2014, but haven't bothered to check yet--I'm sure, though that this predates the infamous ‘fued'. Blah blah blah--i'm learning too much about these people. People. Real people. ...was interrupted to watch the new episode of Rick and Morty; Lucky me. One half-hour and several belly-rolling laughs later, I'm back...with slightly more self confidence that, if The Heavens grant me whatever kind of combination of confidence and focus that it will take to bring the Festival Saga If nobody's sampled this video, I've stumbled upon a literal goldmine. Life imitates art--and music imitates music. “I love it when it's super sweaty.” (How do I resonate with this so well?) “ A Los Angeles Real Estate Guy In Torono”, says Dillon. “Yeah, there's a few of those.”, Joel recants, stoically. Now i'm watching people who never mattered on YouTube, in a finally “Sonny says…” If i can ever make my brain learn the magic that makes something like Ableton somehow turn into a banger. “Does he drive?!” I've wondered this myself. “I don't think he does.” I knew it. Dillon Francis' awkwardness is reminiscent of mine...again, here I am wondering...who I might be if I were born a white male--if nothing was changed, but the body. CRUSTPUNKS. How did I get here? Oh, yeah. I specifically opened an incognito window to...fuck it. I know what I'm here for. The thing is, I don't know what i'm blessed with. I don't know that i'm talented… It could all just be a Grand Delusion… Do I hate myself enough to try this? A movie where the entirety of the fabric of [my] universe is music, and the musicians that make it. A universe that already existed in the Multiverse of Rick and Morty, since it's strange inception into my being. Wait, how the fuck did I get here? I was already on a writing tangent Probably--I hate enough to “ i get to go home--not tomorrow, but the next day” This experience is becoming so humanizing. It is a job, this music shit--Touring takes you everywhere but home. What the fuck is ‘home?' Perhaps I am meant for this shit, after all. I don't have a home, anyway. I also don't have any music under my belt, but--with any luck, I can pump out the LP I promised my twins. Today Marks 5 years since Skyy passed away. May 23rd will be 2 years, since Phoenixx left us. It's not a good time of year, for grief. With no friends I can trust (Annie's Toxicity is again rearing its head), no family that loves me the way a family should...I find myself completely isolating from what Love is, almost forgetting what it might have felt like. “How often are you home?” “KAAAAHHHHHHHHHN” If i'm ever lucky enough to learn how to make Dupstep--that deserves to go before a fucking deadly drop. I've officially seen Skrillex more times in person than ever on video--which disincluded, of course, the tent incident--something I'm realizing that if I'm unable to catch up with myself in time, I'll have to live with forever. Can I answer my own prayers? At this point, i've given up any expectation of what it might be like to achieved enough to earn any kind of place in that world *their* world... 5/6/2020 Life is unfair sometimes. Like--do I want tacos, or divine inspiration? Do I put off fasting for yet another day, just for the temporary comfort and satisfaction of eating? Does limiting my eating to once every 24-hour-or-less suffice as enough of a self-sacrifice, that my prayers might be answered? I highly doubt that it is, but still--I often ride the line between just allowing myself to feel good when I can (and food does, make me feel so....so good) and remaining steady in my fasting. Then, it has been over 6 months of almost constant fasting and praying, all over someone I haven't properly met--all over myself. Because, the longer I stay in this mindset--the clearer it becomes that it is all the same. At the core, there's only really one thing in existence. Skyy will have passed away 5 years ago tomorrow. To think, I should have had 5-year-old twins. They would have been so beautiful; I've never quite imagined them so, umti now. I miss my babies so much. Will I ever be okay again? I thought to record a song for Skyy, but it would never be ready by tomorrow, in the perfect way that I would want it to be. I don't want to put out anything less than the best. I'm being as patient as I possibly can with teaching myself--but grow frustrated in my limitations. The only thing standing between me, and the tools I need to make the music I have...is me. (Really, it's money.) Lack of money is keeping me from being unstoppable. With unlimited money, I'd have a home--I could fully pay all 4-years of my tuition at UCLA….ny dream school. I'd study music, anthropology, astrology….maybe even engineering. I can't make myself prettier--but I can make myself smarter. Google University just isn't cutting it. I want to make a difference in the world by any means, and i'm trapped behind the gate of poverty. I just want a closet full of harem pants, chuck taylors, and T-shirts with stuff I like on them. I just want to wear my kandi every day. I just want to be behind the decks atop the stages of my favorite places… I want to be someone's favorite DJ. I want to be one of my favorite DJ's favorite DJ I, I, I… How selfish. What does the world need? Less people. Well, i'm honestly one-less, I guess, if I can;t make it in music, in art. If I can't make a decent living just by being myself...i'm not meant to live at all. That much is true--no life worth living includes waking up every day to go to a job I hate, that barely pays my bills. No life is worth living that Something strange happens to me when my favorite people go ‘live' on instagram Social Media, a young demon with whom I constantly evade, when I am not forcibly fighting to fit the status quo (which, I cannot.) Watching my social media right now is like the digital equivalent of “You can't sit with us.” I've grown attached to OWSLA like some sort of distant, imaginary family--only, I know this is something I've just embedded into my mind--the ultimate wishful thinking. Everything I do seems fragile, as if the grid I had discovered not only exists in the outer world, but also my inner--that everything I do, think, say, sing, speak makes a difference in what will happen moving forward. Reawakening my center has been difficult, saying the very least--I am almost paralyzed by negativity--made catatonic through senses with which I cannot control; My ‘home' life has become a hell where i'll-spirits and pitiful thoughts are cast about me--in reality, I have no home. In truth, I'm unsure that I have any purpose, either. It's all been bothering me… Now it's something that just hurts, like everything else. Add to the pain, subtract from willingness to live. Add to the trauma, subtract from the motivation to succeed. How much of my fault is this? Who did it? What is it for? Amongst the most otherworldly of theories, the possibility that extraterrestrials had actual involvement in removing Sonny from wherever he was supposed to be (Burning Man, albeit) and placing him where I was. I've wondered how else the dancing shadows cast against the canvas of the tent were so perfectly made-- ancient egyptian prophecies foretold as a light show, in the moments leading up to the one where the entirety of my being was shifted, in an instant. I dreamed of a B2B with Skrillex, and instead got a face-to-face with Sonny Moore. One, apparently, does not quite equal the other. Eight (or so) months later, and I've filtered through all the stages of grief--for all of the ways I had to lose him--as much as one could be lost, without actually dying. But, perhaps I am dead. My soul and spirit at least, are trapped, and tainted torturously from all I've come to gather. Running into the night, like a bat fresh out of hell, away from the visions I was forced to have from our exchange-- I can only imagine, had I acted any differently and stayed, rather than fled what else I may have seen. In only the few short moments we shared together...I was able to see more of his life than for anyone I've ever ‘seen' for, besides myself. To have, after only a few moments--seen both backwards into his past--and forwards into a seemingly shared future of some sort. I don't know what else to call this creepy psychic shit, other than “seeing”. To even call myself a “seer” would be a heavy title, I'd be too uncomfortable to claim. Still, vivid memories of the dude's past--and chilling premonitions of the future, have left me disgustingly sick with a concern that wholly did not exist, beforehand. But, when faced with the question: “What would it be like to actually lose him?” I fucking lost it. I've never taken well to celebrity deaths--perhaps, overly sensitive in ways that suite absolutely nobody--I just so happen to have fallen apart numerous times, upon learning of the passing of those i've long cherished. I collapsed fully at Michael Jackson's passing, scrolling through the African TV channels in disbelief, as I desperately searched for a News Channel in English to confirm that it was indeed, true. This was, of course, a couple years after I cried for hours with Back to Black on repeat in the wake of Amy Winehouses' death--going even further back, I can recall arguing with a classmate that Steve Erwin, another hero, was brave--rather than ‘stupid', and undeserving of his untimeley demise. A special place lies in my heart for the day I remember losing Robin Williams-- a weird memory which collides in the now, with my affinity for Skrillex music and the strange outer connectivity my emotions seem to have in the passing of those I wholeheartedly admire; I've shed tears for Whitney Houston, Prince--I've shed tears for all of them. But none so much as for Skrillex, who is [surprisingly] still alive… And I'm mad about it. I'm mad about it, because I was [partially] happy in my place, as a fan. I wasn't even the best fan, or the biggest fan (metaphorically speaking--physically, though--I probably hold a record of some sort.) I wasn't following his social media--I wasn't following his anything, honestly. I was just crossing my fingers that with every lineup released, I might find the name “Skrillex” plastered to the top of it, or standing out broadly against the other ‘S' names, if alphabetically presented. I'm mad about it, because I hate myself. I've been hating myself my entire life. But i've never hated that I loved Skrillex--in fact, I've always been quite proud, having watched the project skyrocket, as EDM penetrated pop-culture in the years following my college endeavors. Never really thought to think that at any point, we might be equals. We're not--outwardly, anyway. Inwardly, though? Fuck me. It's like I'm bound to it by the roots of the Tree of Life. Like something in my DNA was activated by an overabundance of Skrillex. I've undoubtedly, and by far crossed the threshold of having listened to 10,000 Hours of Skrillex, guaranteed. No calculations needed. Still, there are perhaps millions of others who share the same affinity--and at least a few thousands who are more outwardly obsessive than in. It works, when I need to know something I'd rather just ask Sonny myself, but can't--there's always a kid in the fan pool who has been quick to find whatever information I'm looking for, long, long before I've come to look for it. Poor guy. For almost an entire year, that's all I've really been able to think. ‘Poor guy.' Because, if the roles were reversed--and for whatever reason I decided to make my way into someone's tent at a music festival (I wouldn't) and I scared them into a shock, resulting in them fleeing away from me--I'd feel like shit. And, if I had been touring my entire life and watched the culture grow and morph into the nearly unmanageable able monster it has become--i'd feel like shit. If I had to watch an ambulance cart away someone in the crowd during one of my sets, I'd feel like shit. If I had to do a live set while I felt like shit, I'd feel like shit. and ...if some random fan fell head over heels in love with me, simply because I crawled into her tent, or made really good music, or made her feel some kind of way… I'd feel like shit. And that shit probably happens all the time. It's been 10 long years for me, with Skrillex-- but I can't imagine how long the last 10 years have been, as Skrillex. Now I think about all the shit DJs go through, being DJs….what's more, I've had to give in-depth thought to what it means to be a celebrity at all--what it might be like to have someone grow an obsession over you--unprovokingly. Although my ‘obsession' for this particular person can't technically be considered ‘unprovoked' (I was minding my own business, after all--and Skrillex was not on the lineup.) I can't help but feel for those in the limelight whose charisma and talent combined attract every type of creeper imaginable. I'm just the kind of creeper that wants to make music; any previous searches as an attempt to ‘get to know' Skrillex, previous to last August, originated in attempting to comprehend how to create such organic sounds--exploring and studying how intricately layered and carefully arranged each of my favorite sounds and songs were made. Piecing together how exactly an artist like such, had become as such. Now, i'm just entangled in self-doubt, as it seems the entire next generation is equipped with whatever skillset it takes to become an electronic musician. Self-doubt, as I fear that my body weight intimidated him as much as his presence intimidated me. Again: All me. All bad. I've nowhere to turn to to unleash this shit--it has to be a secret-- and even letting it slip to Annie in the isolation of the aftermath has felt like a mistake, since I allowed it to happen. Can I keep a secret? Ha. There are things that only I know, certainly. The premonition I did subtly speak of, I refused to unearth in detail, even to Annie. The other visions I was made to have, still my own secret; I've begun to wonder if, upon meeting Sonny, I would keep it to myself; I suppose that would depend on nature and context. But, I think about it every day. It is my first thought upon waking up, my final thought before coming to rest--it has permeated into the only dreams I ever have anymore--crowds my semi-waking thoughts as I toss-and-turn throughout the night; the amount of energy exchanged, the amount of concern that consumes me....lets me know that it is all apart of something far beyond my comprehension, far beyond my senses...far beyond any understanding of the universe that I may have. And, it hurts. As bad as it is for me, it's probably worse for him--IF he remembers any of it. Then, probably a seasoned drinker (lol, “probably”) There's a good chance that, well-- he does remember. Oh God no. If I could motion to be erased, I would. I've been trying to erase myself for the better part of a year, including and certainly not limited to August 4th--an attempt I can stand to think I had not fully recovered from by the time it all happened. What the fuck did happen? Though it can't be denied that each of us possesses some kind of magic--the origins of mine can be traced back, at least on one side. Powers I was ‘born with', as told by my father--something I only believed until I was old enough that it didn't make sense--and something I was forced to recognize once I was old enough that it did. I want to know what exactly it is that ties us... Where this love--which is what it is, undeniably-- originates. I've spent the better part of the last year praying and meditating, and attempting to loosen the knots in my stomach enough to self-soothe enough to settle that, at worst-- Sonny was just being a pretty white boy, looking for a good time--and I just became a victim by knowing how to have one. Alternately--how fuck fuck would he even know I exist? As i've stated, I was the epitome of a silent Skrillex fan, prior to all these spectacular occurrences. I may have, at some point online--said something about Skrillex being my Spirit Animal… (still true) But can't imagine what else might have been garnered in my attainable, tangible history, which would alert him of my existence at all. Then, with all the money in the world, you truly can do anything… And that's what I hate in all this. Him--having all the money in the world, and me, having none… The very thing that separates us from settlement, myself from closure. Really, the only thing I want. Closure. ‘I got love, fuck your money.' Sonny can be anyone--he's earned that right. He can be with anyone--deservingly so. I want for him the very best--and, knowing that I am not (physically, anyway) am dismissive of any judgement cast. I wouldn't want me, either--looks matter, I know. I just want to know what he means to me--in this lifetime, in this realm, in this reality. I didn't have to be moved from where I was to be inspired by him--I just always was. I didn't have to think about being attracted to him--I just always was. I didn't have to think about being connected through the music--I just always was. And it all came crashing down in a tent, at the bottom of the rabbit hole--where I lost my mind--after having already lost my soul, to something beyond the senses, long ago. I committed wholly and permanently to making music when Phoneixx died, almost 2 years ago. The point was never to sound like Skrillex, but rather to be like Skrillex, as an artist--but, after much speculative examination--I guess, I always was. I lost myself in the early days of Myspace. From First To Last rang through the hallways of my middle school's corridors. Chiodos carried me through the days of wrist-cutting and air-dust huffing, through the days of binging-and-purging, wishing I was prettier--and in the height of all that is the drama of living in my very own Teenaged Wasteland… The Rocket Summer was handed to me by the hands of an angel, as I transitioned out of awkward adolescent depression and into an almost-well-adjusted life at a performing arts school, as an aspiring musician, singer, dancer and storyteller… The dream that carried me out of Utah, and into the Heart of Hollywood at the age of 16… The dream I thought died, long ago. When We All Fall Asleep, Where Do We Go? Billie Ellish's spirit collided with mine, as the first time I heard her voice, I shattered inwardly, and shivered in the resonance that is the understanding of pain, born undoubtedly in love; I shuddered to think that someone so young could feel so devoid of the willingness to live, to move onward. My response upon first experiencing her music, of course, a genuine “...Is she ok?” Three little words. I tend to really mean them, any time I ask. “Are you OK?!” I blurted, as my entire self exploded into shock, as I immediately recognized the face I've known for years--and looked through the widened eyes of one so now devastatingly human--to something inside of myself. Something about my voice shifted him; He became a mirror for all my pain, all my doubt--all the shame I have, for all that I am-- my demons came straight to the surface. Voiceless, now, and shielded in the fetal position, we faced each other silently. 'I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm Sorry.', I thought loudly, as I lay panicking. I stared down into my chest, ashamed to be anything but invisible, thoughts racing. I dare not lift my head to look at him. My heart pounded, as I lay screaming silent apologies for my appearance--for my very presence, for my own existence. I couldn't process his presence in my reality. Choking back tears, I tried not even to so much as breathe, as I silently apologized for being born--and though I wanted nothing more than to reach out to hold him, I lay all-but-lifelessly--wondering what went so wrong that he would seek to find me. The familiar smell of liquor permeated the air, as my heart sank, throbbing as it pounded...I know an alcoholic, when I smell one. I did actually wonder if he was okay....(and I've been wondering daily, ever since.) But clearly, he wasn't okay. Clearly, I wasn't. Clearly, nobody's ok. He slipped his praying hands between my thighs, as I died inside--and all my outer senses blended to become all, and nothing at once, again. Exit Skrillex, Enter Sonny. How does a mere peasant earn a spot in the company of the Highest Priest? I've not bargained with the Devil, but begged the Heavens that my life would end before his...the First Fast emerged as a direct result of self-sacrifice; To serve as a protection against misjudgement--to realign my soul with it's true intensive purpose--in hopes that my body would shrink to form something suitable. The memory of his hands between my thighs, a haunting reminder that--I just may be too big for him… The reality is...of all that I am, and all that I have, and all that I wish to be...it just may be that--he's too big for me… metaphorically speaking. I'll have to become a damn-near Superstar, just to get to know the people--that know the people--that know the people, that know people who can connect me to Sonny, on any level. I'll have to get in line behind millions of other hopeful DJ's, producers, singers, dancers, songwriters--hundreds of thousands of entertainers who might kill-or-die to get to know Skrillex in any way-shape-or form. Romantically, I'd be competing against at least a million perfect-bodied beauty-queen fangirls who would do anything--and I mean anything--for their shot at Skrillex. The truth is, I'm not trying to get to know Skrillex; The truth is, i'd rather know Sonny. (Whatever that's supposed to mean, right?) I don't question at all our potential compatibility; there's no doubt in my mind that there's some chemistry between us--be it of ancient origin, an extra terrestrial genetic code, or otherwise...but I'd bet any money I actually had, that someone as highly regarded as Skrillex would be ridiculed, trolled, and tremendously hated by many, many fans--for associating with someone like me. I don't even know if it's like that--but, again--crawling into someone's tent is...kind of intimate. What in Heavens would one want with me, when he could have perfection-- Absolute perfection? I kind of get it. I'm used to being fetishised. I've always been the black girl who liked white guys--I've lead a life that's made it easy to learn that Jungle Fever is often taboo among the White Caucasion men who find black women attractive enough to fuck--but would never want to “date” us, or bring us home. I've learned that--at the end of the day-- most white guys, want white kids--even if they like to fuck black girls. Then, there's the added bonus of some genetic flaw which has allowed my body to at one point, have ballooned up to 380 pounds-- a body which, even after a 200+ pound weight loss, would disgust anyone with eyes, in what most would consider “cute rave attire”. And, although shrinking from a size 28 to a size 10 is somewhat of a ‘grand' achievement, I look like an asymmetrical potato sack with my clothes off. If there's anything I know about men--and especially the affluent ones--they love to have trophies to showcase. I've yet to see a body like mine on the red carpet, or as arm candy--or as the leading lady, anywhere. No, there's no such thing as a fat Cinderella. Still, he's one of the most handsome creatures i've ever seen-- undoubtedly one of the most beautiful creatures on this planet. I will continue to love what I know of him wholly and unconditionally. On my best days, I even hope to live long enough, and well enough to have the honor of properly meeting him. Never could I have the courage to ask him on a date--nor would I subject him to the cruelty of the outer world by alluding to the fact that he may, in fact be someone more important to me, than as just a musician--as with anyone i've ever loved, I only want for him the best. On my worst days, The Devil assures me that it was Annie he was really looking for, who he may have seen me with at the plethora of festivals we attended together last year--or perhaps, even Idania, who was supposed to have been there with me…and it would make sense. The Devil also constantly reminds me of how much prettier they both are than me--and better in every way. But, it was long ago that I came to terms with the fact that anyone who might come to love me--would also love Annie and would love her more thoroughly--her, having the more attractive body and face, being more ideally pretty. Standing next to Annie, I always lose. Even on a good day. All this, I can be sure to cast aside, however--because at the very best--he was looking for me, and everything between then-and-now builds into something of substance or significance… and at worse, my favorite figure in music absolutely hates me, and regrets my existence as much as I do. Either way, Skrillex hits hard any time of the day, any day of the week. And… Either way, Sonny hits home, all day, every day--until I can manage to learn to speak. Eight pages later, and it still hurts. Eight pages, and i'm still mad. I'm still crying. I'm still useless. I'm still stuck. Stuck on stupid. Stuck on Sonny. Stuck on Skrillex. Just… Stuck. And it hurts. 5/5 Another day. Nothing makes me hate myself more than waking up. ‘Don't look at the phone.' instructions, handed to me some time ago by the Divine--since then, I make it a point not to look at my phone, if I can help it, before I've sat up to pray, and meditate. Lately, I've been unable to relax at all enough to focus on a proper meditation, before realizing my actual self-worth (nothing), and falling into the depressive non-motion that has been me. How many evil men will it take being caught in the midst of, will it take for me to realize that I've been allowing myself to painfully absorb their essences, even without a single touch? Just living here alone has set me further back from my goals than I was--then--I'm beginning to feel that my ‘roomate' may have ties to White Supremacy; the evidence does just keep on building. It has occured to me that Jason's warning that Nick may be deep undercover for some Government agency is most likely true. Though I err on the side of not snooping through other peoples' things--I've happened to stumble across indicators which point to the likely case that he is, in fact, hired by the government or some other private entity--probably as part of some secret experiment, assigned to psycologically torture and disable mentally fragile individuals; It seems as though the experiement was designed in order to test morale, will power, self-control, and proper judgement-- tests which I've been concious of, but in the moment have not always cared about passing-or-failing. From the painful assortment of disgusting and obnoxious sounds make throughout the day, torturing me through unpleasant and peace-shattering sounds, left victimized by my synesthesia and recently pinpointed misophonia--or something similar...whatever it is that makes slamming doors, cabinets, and the items crashing to the floor after lazily being thrown across the room methods of torture. To the cavalcade of poisonous, sugary and addicted substances, which only seem to appear or are offered during crucial fasts--or, pushily and passive-aggressively left in my living space without asking whether or not i'd like any. Just left there, to be discovered upon finishing a shower, or returning from a nightly walk. And on days when I am actually hungry, or needing to eat? I am offered nothing. Only when I fast am I ever offered any sustenance. It says almost too much about my roomate as a person--to offer every time, or never at all would be acceptable, and understandable--but to only invite one to eat when one feels so ‘inclined' is beyond cruelty. It's privilege showing itself to be one of the only faces uglier than mine, that i'm aware of. While i've elected to use my headphones as a shield, life's not always easy immersed in a sound bath of isochronic tones and Theta Waves--and though it does excite me to have expanded my music library, with additions and updates I've been longing for ages-- it's almost more stressful to think about the amount of music that I don't have. Songs I would add to my “sets”, if you can call them that. If I can call myself a DJ--if I can call myself a person, anymore. Really, all I am is hurt feelings and trauma wrapped in flesh; I might be less of a person than I ever was, once. Everything costs--whether it be money, the world's currency--or time, the currency of the soul. Torturous is the life of an artist, who cannot herself make ‘art', as she sees fit. Everyone in Hollywood has a screenplay in their back pocket; Everyone in LA has a dream, two-to-three-jobs, and a side hustle--and me? I'm just learning to DJ to self-soothe, having given up hope of ever becoming anything greater than the happiest guest at the rave nearest you. It's harder than it looks….(or, maybe it isn't, and i'm just retarded.) Building a music collection worthy enough to grace the decks in any of my favorite venues, is an arduous task--maybe this is why all the popular DJs are pretty white boys--the proof is in the privilege. Money, money, money...I used to make plenty of it, and was always exhausted--now I make none, and am always exhausted. What's worth what cost? Time = Money. In LA, and in the world. But by anyone's definition--and especially mine--LA is the world. Or, at the very least, sets the tone for the world. Truly, nothing is free. DJing is more expensive than I could have ever imagined--once again, in any direction I turn, there's a ladder to climb. I've not got the time or energy left in my sadly depleting lifesource left to storm gates, crawling over heads and cutting down those in my way. While it's certain that ‘Competitive Greatness' is the key atop the Pyramid of Success, there are 14 other bricks below to lay the foundation of that which one might call success, to be garnered as imagined through the eyes of a man, anyway, who lived in the 1930's. John L. Wooden may have been right--and may still be right--if I were a standard male (we'll leave race out of it, for now…..for now.) Still, i've been using the Pyrimid of Success as a guidepost, in what it is exactly I may have to do, or be, in order to become something. Not even something great, just something. Perhaps, if I can make it to being something, eventually I might become someone. Oh, to be a person would be nice. For now, I'll just have to settle on tricking my useless sack of anatomy into being a DJ. There's nothing outside of it, anymore. Bass Canyon truly was my last rave--not that I enjoyed it, honestly. Though I've attempted to retrain my brain around the trauma which resulted from that weekend, it did serve as a turning point--a sort of going-away party, as I departed from my home as a no-holds-bar Kandi Kid. Happy Graduation, OG Raver! Little did I know that, with the multidimentionality of our universe, I would be presented, through the world of possibility--the ability to at least observe with the naked eye that there lie more beyond the decks-- a space that may have been made for me. I'll never forget the moment I knew I would be a DJ--or at least try, for the life (or the death) of me. Electric Daisy Carnival changed my life--an experience ten years in the making that catapulted me into the depths of my wildest dreams--unbeknownst to me that I hadn't yet the ability to swim, in such that is the tempest of my own subconscious mind. But--that part of this story deserves its own dedicated elaboration; For now, i'll only look back--and realize that it was there that I aligned with my highest self in the truest sense, that, at least then, I actually believed that I could become a top DJ. I've lost the flight to stay afloat in the salty sea that is the millions of other people trying to make it to the mainstages of our favorite places, and begun to sink into the reality of the entertainment industry as a whole...the reality of the world, as a whole anymore. Looking around at the world's top DJs is less encouraging and inspirational than it should be. Nearly every headliner looks like every kid who ever bullied me, every guy who ever turned me down--every kid hosting the party I wasn't invited to. As for the females of the bunch--I find it frustrating that not one yet has been of any color other than yellow--and even then--we all know the world's men love Asian women. While I can admire girls like Rezz and Allison Wonderland--I wonder what kind of career, if any, if either of them were black, or heavyset--or, my losing genetic combination: Both. Would a fat Allison Wonderland have ever made it into the industry? Would a black Rezz ever become a staple in bass music, and rave culture? If Softest. Hard had a pot belly, would she have been discovered? Then, there are up-and-comings beyond my complete comprehension--those who are visually appealing, but musically inept; I'll leave out any names, and still salute them--anyone who can wrap their brain around any standard DAW enough to make an entire song, is absolutely more talented, definitely more intelligent than I am. [I'm not.] But, I can't help but wonder: How easy was it for any of them, being so pretty, to learn to do what they do--just by being kind and asking a friend for help to learn production? In so many years of raving, I've watched beautiful girls get pulled backstage--and even pulled on stage, to connect with the artists and VIPs. I've been brought to tears as I've watched rude girls with porcelain faces caked in makeup be lifted over rails into the promised land, picked to be plucked by just her eyes and smile combined with the perfection of a flat and flawless stomach. Pretty girls always get priority. Me? Well, I get the dead eyes of the drunken DJ, staring down at me through his whiskey glass, as he beckons the stagehands to assist the perfect-bodied princess backstage...but i'm only front-and-center so I can feel the music move, and watch all the energy bounce around, matching the movement of the expert's hands on deck, to the waves of sound colliding with the rest of the world. True, my mind might wander to what wonderful experiences await the perfect princess, as she disappears behind the decks, into a world i've yet to know, but only seen: The life I know exists beyond the rails, beyond the decks...the world I can only wish to build, for myself. Big ugly black girls don't get pulled backstage. Big ugly black girls are token ancillary characters, it seems, in the plot which writes the story of the modern rave. In a sea of new-generation ravers raised by Kim Kardashian and YouTube makeup tutorials--left lost in a torturous chamber of perfection--women who can wear anything, beautifully. Women who get whatever they want, whenever they want--because they know they can; 10's, to my -3. Bottom Line: Looks matter, until all the men in the world go blind. Sad-but-true. I move not to objectify the women whose music and movement through the clearly sexist music entertainment industry. God only knows how hard each of them has worked to earn a spot so highly ranked amongst those to whom we all admire--the legends, the greats. Each woman behind the decks has become a reflection of everything I wish I ever was--but also a painful reminder of everything that I am not. Of every girl i've ever come behind. Perhaps, this is the result of growing up the as the only ‘black girl', in the backwards, racist po-dunk town I was transplanted into: A place where I spent years constantly being told, taught, and trained that it was more admirable to have light skin, blonde hair, blue eyes...then again, The Media has always done a particularly good job at creating and maintaining what the ideal beauty standard should be, or is--and an excellent job of perpetuating stereotypes. People never expect me to sound how I do, or to like what I like--because it's “white people stuff”; and ten years ago when I discovered raving, there wasn't another black girl (or boy!) in sight for miles, at any rave I went to. I was the oddity, the token--the “what the fuck” person, in an already entirely what-the-fuck place. Fast Forward to 2020: My Freshman Year as a DJ. And...as it appears, the world behind the decks is just as non-diverse as the dancefloor was when I first began this escapade through the world of immersive music. Do I want to be the first ethnically-bred Female DJ to reach the top? OF COURSE. Can I? It's not up to me. Now I'm confusededly caught in the web that is rumours circulating of an ongoing race-war, and wondering if I've been left to die smack-dab in the middle of it. Amongst currently living with a white supremacist (or, extremely ignorant and culturally intolerant biggoted racist at the very, very least.), it seems that White Superiority may be a driving theme amongst the Electronic Music Industry--that maybe the world I've rather grown up in, and come to love has more twists, turns, and dark alleys to look through than the obvious ‘secrets' that loom in the world of rave. All seeing is the eye that watches over all. Insomniac's crew is among one of the least racially diverse I've ever seen--if I were Pasqualle, I might think to at least try to make it look as though there were a plethora of ethnic backgrounds who work together to tie the knot holding together the world's biggest metaphorical kandi: Insomniac, the Kingdom of Mainstream rave culture. A global endeavor. I wonder how many i've come to admire--Pasqualle included-- are actually White Supremacists, masquerading in the power of positivity and their corporate capitalism, true beliefs and intentions. My curiosity about the man himself peaked during EDC weekend, after stumbling into sign after sign, symbol after symbol--of something I've aspired [in the past] to commit to, but also am wearlily aware of its adversity towards that of my kind; being firstly female, and secondly partially black. Now, I wonder--am I even allowed to enter into the world beyond the decks--or is that preserved for only women with perfect bodies, fair skin--attractive individuals? Does it belong only to those with money? Is there any possibility that there may be room for someone like me to enter the scene--or may only pretty girls with pretty bodies and pretty hair be allowed in the backstage world? Really, I just want to perform. I miss myself as a dancer, as a musician--as an actor, all together. I still wish I had continued on this path a decade ago, when--though weighing over 300 pounds--my confidence at least existed. Teaching myself to DJ has been one of the hardest things i've ever done; I don't know if I'm retarded, but I'm beginning to consider attempting to see someone for some kind of screening. If Paris Hilton can DJ, why is it so hard for me? If Sonny can dink around on a computer with a blown speaker, call himself ‘Skrillex' and make some of the world's most intricate music since that of Beethoven-- why can't I do the same? What makes the difference in all these YouTube tutorials telling me how to do it--and me actually being able to do it? What is it, that's wrong with my brain? But, it's all i've wanted for over a year--to be a DJ, at least. I've always been a musician; It's just been a stop-and-go, allowing for the rest of what has been my life to pass through between the times I could make music, and couldn't. I wish I had the positive support it takes to have encouraged me forward on the path I was already on, since I was 13--instead, I was told I was too fat (and too black) to succeed in the way I wanted to. 10 Years later and Lizzo is at the top of her game, while I beat myself up for losing at mine. Never could I have imagined a world where i'd see an album cover like hers; upon seeing it, I was not only shocked, but enraged: She was everything I was told I could not be. And the Truth Is: more than likely, someone told Lizzo the same thing I was told, and the difference is-- she didn't believe them, and kept moving forward. The difference is: She believed in herself, and loved herself enough to keep trying. The difference is, that everything I needed, I already had--I just never believed it to be so. I'm proud of her...but insanely jealous. My inner child cries “That should have been me.” Truth Hurts. There's more to it, than that; Envy lives in the cavernous pits deep within the confined Hell that is my subconscious mind--and--as the world begins to close in on itself, as consciousness continues expanding, I find myself fighting against the worst of my woes daily. Nowhere can I go without meeting a flawless, forward-figured, and facially exquisite female--rather than submit to catty jealousness, I have learned to admire and nod or bow as a gesture that I am a lesser creature. So now i'm left to wonder as I self-teach myself a trade, if my aspirations may ever be achieved, without possessing any outer beauty. All that's left in the world for me, now, is to become my own favorite DJ. (A title, of course, formerly belonging to Skrillex... ruined, by his untimely arrival as a physical person, into my actual life. More on that later...and infinitely.) I've lately begun asking myself “Is it really worth it?”...but, at the same time, I've never loved anything so much, as to fly on the wings of music--and so i've also wondered “What else will really make me happy?” Tough question. Ideally, I'm the entertainment Guru I always wished to be--not tied down to any one artform, but able to move about freely in all of them. There's no life without theatre--there's no light without entertainment. If living ideally, I could never be any-one-thing-- if living ideally, I am the embodiment of everything I love. But in a world where a snatched waist and a pretty face are a winning (and deadly) combination, I'm 0-0. Life of am ugly kid. Worse off yet, since even Hobo Johnson seems to have more confidence in his awkward and broken rhythms enough to speak his mind clearly enough for the rest of the world to resonate. Might be a good time to revisit, what it is exactly I came for. Perhaps, the answer is nothing: So far, I have nothing, make nothing, am nothing--if there is anything that I am, it's words on a piece of paper--just another ‘thing', another dreaming, wishful hopeful that I can rise above all that has been, and all that I am now...to become something more When training to match with the likes of the devil in preparation for battle against he, you must intend to figure, what the vehicle he has chosen has maintained to use as atool to help build you, as a Saint or an Angel--or one to break you, as Satan he. It has been a fruitful fas, but still i persist, though with a weary eye and curious mind, to the riddle i have yet been presente; ; Much ado about Chicken Soup. “Practice androgyny!” the two meet, immidiately fritening eachother; they transform-- One becomes dog, the other a cat--the cat begins to run. the dog pursues her. they run into a sunny meadow where a river feeds the wildlife and it is vibrant amongst the creatures; the cat climbs up a tree, and the [very friendly] dog stops at the base, looking up at her playfully, with an ask that she come down. She looks down from the tree at him, at a safe distance, and begins to relax on the I've fallen in love with a celebrity. What medicine cures that? Dearest Sonny, I'm unsure quite how to explain myself to you--or if I can, or should explain myself at all.I guess I could start with “I'm sorry.”, but it's almost as if that doesn't quite cover it, and nothing does. Perhaps, i'll start with just “thank you”--thank you for being you--which is something that makes me more ‘myself' than anything, at best. Really though, that's probably a good place to start with the wholehearted apology I owe you; It cannot be easy being yourself, or navigating life with such prominence, importance--as I'm sure you never intended all that you are, as any gift-given may have come as a God-honest, and God-given surprise. That being said; God is only anything that I am --as is, anything that you are. The talent that you possess is insurmountably powerful...and has touched, changed, inspired millions--changing the world and the very fabric of time itself--no matter how unintentionally, in all your humility. Somewhere hidden, I too have talent. I only wish that in this lifetime, I were granted the confidence and charisma to be able to somehow express it. Music is the matter I find I am made of--without being able to express it, I only feel burdened, trapped. It is a beautiful language you speak--you, and the rest of the artists I've grown to admire. It is a language so soothing, I can only long to learn it; I'm afraid though that in this lifetime, too much time and opportunity has passed...in this modern, technologically fast-paced new world...i've been left behind. You are truly a good friend, indeed. In all the sense that it doesn't make, I honor you as someone who has inspired, motivated, comforted, and captivated consistently throughout my existence in this time, in this life; Though i've been in recent times, able to remember your essence in lifetimes past, it is in this lifetime that I find the most befuddling, how your music itself has seemed to find and follow me.Unexplainable, would be the word that I can most easily use to describe anything having to do with it--love, would be the other word. “I love you”, is, I guess, what I was trying to say by tapping you gently three times, before running away. Really though, there aren't many things I could have said, or done--i'd never really been “starstruck” before; but it would be quite a stretch to say that it was the first time I'd been left awestruck in your presence. Countless performances, club shows; Raves are my favorite, favorite thing--second to the feel, and sound of bass. “Synesthesia”, would be the vocabulary word that explained a lifelong fascination with laser lights and deep bass; in ten years of hugging subwoofers and losing myself in the drop wondering my early adulthood mantra “Why am I like this?” almost constantly, it never mattered more to me than it has now. I recall a time where I referred to Skrillex as my spirit animal--still true, I suppose, although considering the fact I've consciously separated the Skrillex of things from the Sonny Moore of it all. One in the same, or, two separate parts of a whole--I can undeniably say all my unconventional, unconditional “I love you, I love you, I love you's”, in the everything that you are. ‘In love', would be an understatement--though which statement to actually make, i'm unsure of. I'm unsure of a lot of things, really; I've made many honest (and dishonest mistakes) in this lifetime--walking away from you, one of them. But, I can't change that, anything about who I am--or anything about the world the way it is, for I am only one--and too small, too weak, and too tired. My soul wishes for the freedom that death will bring--and so, I must let it...as its simply much too hard to live moving forward with such a badly broken spirit. I want you to understand that it is not your fault; It's nothing to do with you, or anything that you've done--the way that I love is uncontainable, once the match has been lit. I apologize again that you've become a victim in the energy field that becomes somewhat of a vortex, once activated. I didn't mean to fall in love with you--I don't know really how it happened, it just did. Maybe you don't remember me. Maybe you do. It doesn't really matter now, I just want you to know that me leaving this life is no fault of yours. I love you wholeheartedly--wholeheartedly, too, I love myself--though, seemingly only from the inside-out; there's nothing I can do about the outer shell I've been trapped in all these years. This is my body; something I would neither burden nor embarrass you with. Apologies, and all my love to you. There's nothing I want for you more than to live a happy, healthy, fulfilling life--I hope that you and those surrounding you are always, always living in peace, with joy and love--without worry, or burden, or stress; in honesty, these arre my wishes for anyone on this planet..as my love for humanity itself has only seemed to quantify, as I near the end of my life. I love, love; sometimes, I believe that I *am* love, as are any of us--but as I draw nearer to the light, it becomes harder and harder for me to believe that anything else matters, or has ever mattered, more than love. I love you. It just may be that i'm the world's biggest Skrillex fan--but to look beyond the cloak of stardom has left me longing for the embodiment of a memorable, familiar soul: The you. The person, and being that actually is; which is to say--as I would for any of my closest friends--I'd go to hell-and-back for you, give my last for you, do anything to protect you--*you*, the person; wanting and needing, expecting nothing in the world--because I cannot see a world without you in it. I'm sorry again, for any negativity. I meant to leave you behind at least, something beautiful, in exchange for all the years and moment's i've experienced through your art--but as I've mentioned before, I am trapped within myself. Symphonies unsung, melodies unwritten--because I've not what it takes to make it. I won't depart without admitting I tried, Music is my all, my everything, my guiding light--so at least in going home, I know there will always, always be the World of Sound--perhaps Heaven in the place where I can live there. I don't know what else to say. You're one of the most beautiful people i've ever seen, from the inside out--before I saw you, I heard you; before I could hear you, you were felt. I will always love you...nothing much else can matter, except that you know that. I'll never be able to erase it from my mind, never be able to forget, or look past it. I may even never understand why. Ancient Egyptian knowledge, or whatever—is the thing it seems they were trying to convey. By they, I only mean—whoever it is that wanted to hurt me. From the men shouting “kill yourself” outside my window— To the flocks of gorgeous, perfect women with perfect waists, perfect fashion, perfect faces—flaunting and floating before me, taunting me, pointing and laughing—rolling eyes, and flipping hair— and giving looks that say “I know you wish you looked as good as me.” I do. I do wish that. I wish more than anything to be beautiful. But...I keep eating. My body is hideous. I hate everything about it. I could try harder, but even that hurts. Everything hurts. Especially my heart. Why was I not more panicked, that after such a phenomenon such as that, cast by shadows against my tent—that the zipper of the door began to move slowly, from one side to another. Perhaps, I wanted the company. Maybe I needed it. What I didn't need, was more excruciating pain. No one's fault, I guess—someone wants me dead. At this point, I think me, the most. I'll never forget that face. The shocker. “Why is Skrillex in my tent?” The looming question. A question I hadn't even the time to ask, before blurting out “Are you okay?!” He froze, I froze. I guess that's where my Skrillex and my Sonny collided, as my soul began the process of separating the music I adored, and the person who made it. I will never forget his eyes. Fear. I scared him. He scared me. He scarred me. Maybe it wasn't him. I know that it *was* in fact Sonny himself (the face is unmistakable, those eyes)—but perhaps he was put up to it. Paid, for the task. Maybe my deer-in-the-headlights makes it so that he is the hunter—? How could he have missed his shot? How could I have missed mine. I've fallen in love with a celebrity. What medicine cures that? What medicine cures suicide? None I've taken, really—maybe Acid. Now, I can't seem to separate myself from Skrillex—or from Sonny—or from figuring out the two, or one in the same— or from figuring out myself, in that we are one in the same. I love him. Like a stupid teenager loves her favorite idol. Yeah, it's exactly like that, except worse—I'm a grown woman, a failure—whose aspirations and admirations are grandiose, and dillusional. Now I'm even more delusional. I thought, for a moment that Sonny might be in love with me. In honesty? Sometimes I still think that. I actually still believe that. So why this approach? I'm partially convinced he was paid to ‘finish the job', so to speak. I was already suicidal, and, fresh out of the hospital on the attempt to end my life that failed, again. So this would do it—make me hope and believe I could be something, someone, anyone—that I could be anything—even a superstar DJ-turned-future President. I'm a fucking joke. Someone, who could have anyone—in love with me? Maybe this is why people sneak into tents at music festivals: They don't love you— They just want to fuck. DAY 1: MAY 1ST, 2020; If I am offered dinner, will eat--but if not, will continue forward. Will set an alarm for 3:30 AM once roommate has gone to bed to check for his keys. Everyone gets their own suicide letter. Mom Dad Bearr Annie Yesenia Sonny (just leave it to Annie w/ his rock && burn book) Let everybody know it's not their fault. Reasons: 1. Fat 2. Ugly 3. Black 4. Poor 5. Unsuccessful 6. Friendless 7. No Charisma 8. Single I don't know why I numbered them. Do you really need more than one reason to kill yourself? (no.) I believe i”ve started the fast that I was asked. Be it that I have, the date is May 1st, 2020--however, I've been wondering if my roommate leaves the keys to his car in an accessible place; I'm kind of hoping so. I'm already craving to eat, and the first 24 hours have yet to pass. Again, i'm always given the open to keep this date and continue forward, so long that I eat before midnight--however, nothing seems like the right answer; The matter of fasting has become a damned-if-I-do, damned-if-I-don't matter...it seems that everything I do is ‘wrong', though right-and-wrong are subjective, and multidimensionally, objective, even. I probably might have been dead by now, if my car battery hadn't died...it seems like the easiest and least painful way; something easy and quiet. I've thought about sharpening a knife, just to cut and let [myself] bleed out at the wrist--but then, I fear that I may panic and that my mind would fight to survive. I've thought about hanging from one of my favorite trees-- but haven't the money left to buy any rope--which, perhaps, I could steal--but to steal enough rope to hang myself with on foot? A tricky task, to say the least. So, really, some of me is hoping my roommate leaves his keys out. At first, the thought of committing my suicide here was unsettling. My roommate, Satan's personal favorite vehicle and overall negative void of a ‘person' (or vampire, honestly), is a drama Queen--he needs not only conflict and drama to survive, but fiends for it; something in me had somehow become too proud to give him something to girlishly blabber about with his narcissistic, simple friends--I can already hear the repetitive exclamations of “horror” that would more-than-likely delight him as he recounts the story of finding my body, over-and-over...at first it rather haunted me, and now i've come to peace with--bargaining that having him find my body would be something of a statement, which wordlessly reads “sticks and stones may break my bones but words got up and killed me.” Words. Little words. Big Words. Actions. Gestures. If it's negative, I can feel it in my body, before it even happens; If it's positive, it can leave me radiating for days on end, and without a care. My “living situation” has been nothing more than a prolonging of my already disastrously failed and predominately miserable life. A mentally-ill and often psychotic mother, followed by a too- young marriage to a dynamically similar person, has left me up Shit's creek with no boat; I'm pushing 30 with no significant other, and no significance at all. There are generations of perfect people, fresh out of high school--who can and will do everything I ever thought possible or imaginable, better than me. And it's my fault. NO ENTRY ON DAY 2. Gave Myself A “Skrillex” haircut. Wow. Fuck my life. DAY 3: The fast will end today, more than likely. I am overwhelmed with grief, at loss for motivation, and struggling to believe there is any positive outcome to anything I do. I'm already getting headaches, and acute hunger pains--usually these things don't happen until well after the third day. I suppose my body is telli

Slim & Kuntry dive into the nine places to retire abroad, a huge move that Netflix is currently making, and respond to the “Plain Jane vs Pretty Girls” video.

Ashley and Kirby Carroll discuss some viral clips on dating culture and much more! Mentioned in the podcast: Good Molecules Skincare Reebok TIMESTAMPS: BY THE WAY :17-3:30 GIRL TALK 3:31-30:23 TO DO LIST 30:25-37:15 THE PLUG 37:16-41:30

In this FIRST EPISODE OF 2023 we are gonna dive deep into this viral TikTok that posed the question, Why men choose the "Plain Jane" over the "Pretty Girl" to settle down with? --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/knot4u/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/knot4u/support

Inspired by the viral video "Why do men choose plain Janes" and  necessary to warn women about the "Tear Her Ass Down, Mold Her Into the Woman You Want Her To Be" Agenda which is a part of Emotional Abuse and a result of man's insecurity on really being broke, busted, and disgusted. Tune in to catch the full podcast. 

There's a video floating around on social where a young lady is ranting about plain Jane girls and pretty girls. She feels as a “pretty girl”, that's it's hard for her to find a decent guy and all the decent guys want is the plain jane girls. She defines the plain jain girls as, those who don't go out as much, those who don't get their hair done as often, those who don't get their make up, and nails done everyday. Tune in as Moss breaks down the issues of this rant and give his honest opinions. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/jjmoss/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/jjmoss/support

In today's chapter, the girls are joined by Ty! They each give gift ideas for everyone in your life! Gifts Mentioned: Pajamas (Skims, Plain Jane, Soma) AQUIS microfiber hair towel Bambas socks Dagne Dover cosmetic bag & duffel bag set Anthropologie matte latte bowls Fun Print from Etsy printed out in a frame Emi Jay hair clip Diffuser & Capri Volcano essential oils Sunbeam heating pad First Aid Beauty KP Bump Eraser Amazon Checkered Blanket Pair of Thieves Men's Underwear Tools (Shoplights, tape measure, needle nose pliers) Leather Work Gloves Titleist Pro V1 golf balls Hiking Boots Pellet Grill

Canadian singer, songwriter, composer, and pianist, Chantal Kreviazuk was born in Winnipeg. She played music from a young age before signing with Columbia Records in the 1990s. Her debut studio album, Under These Rocks and Stones, was first released in Canada in 1996 and saw commercial success before being issued in the United States the following year to critical praise. Kreviazuk released two more studio albums with the Columbia la-bel, Colour Moving and Still (1999) and What If It All Means Some-thing (2002), both of which brought moderate commercial success world-wide. She signed with Sony BMG for her fourth album, Ghost Stories (2006), which reached number two on the Canadian Albums Chart. Since 2003, Kreviazuk has co-written and composed numerous songs for other artists as well as film soundtracks and has appeared in several Canadian independent and short films. Her fifth album, Plain Jane, was re-leased by Canadian independent label MapleMusic Recordings in 2009. Her most recent albums, Hard Sail and Get To You, were released by Warner Music Canada in 2016 and 2020, respectively. She also re-leased a Christmas album in 2019, called Christmas Is A Way Of Life, My Dear. From the beginning of her career to 2016, Kreviazuk was the 51st best-selling Canadian artist in Canada. Kreviazuk met Raine Maida, the lead singer of Our Lady Peace, at a Pearl Jam concert in Toronto in 1996. They married in December 1999, and have three sons, born January 2004, June 2005, and June 2008. In honour of their tenth wedding anniversary, Kreviazuk and Maida renewed their wed-ding vows in Costa Rica in November 2009. The family lives in Toronto and also has a home in the USA. Kreviazuk and Maida appeared in the 2019 documentary film I'm Going to Break Your Heart, which detailed both their collaboration on the al-bum Moon vs. Sun, their first album recorded jointly as a duo, and the conflicts and tensions that had arisen in their marriage after 19 years. Kreviazuk is a member of the Canadian charity Artists Against Racism and is also intimately involved with War Child and other charities. Janette caught-up with her on the red carpet at 10th Annual Vaughan International Film Festival (VFF) Gala Awards (where she was the featured entertainer) to talk about her three-time Juno Award winner and collaborations with several other musicians, including Drake, Pitbull, Christina Aguilera, Carrie Underwood, Kendrick Lamar and Pink, how she sees VFF helping young artists, and what more she'd like to see for Metis & Ukrainian artists. Support us on Patreon www.patreon.com/janettestv Looking for more ways to support Janette's TV? Buy our merchandise here! https://www.janetteburke.com/shop Protect your Privacy with Express VPN. Find out how you can get 3 months free by clicking the link below. www.expressvpn.com/ Janette's TV & Podcast Channels www.youtube.com/watch?v=EDHHvKvXq7o Want my help on your media journey? Check out my 1:1 On-Camera Training Opportunity https://www.janetteburke.com/1-1-on-c... Interview Showcase Package Who Is It For? If you're a celebrity or thought-leader in your industry (i.e. an entrepreneur, professional, coach, consultant, speaker or book author) that wants exposure to mine and other audiences and also understands that in order to get it and become an industry leader you must first be camera ready, let's talk! I'll take you through the 4 pillars of my Interview Showcase Package. Book Your Complimentary 15-minute Audition! https://www.janetteburke.com/interview Book Your 15-Minute Complimentary Audition Link below https://www.janetteburke.com/book-online

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Pete Tartaglia's one of the most trusted, well-respected reality TV showrunners, working with every channel you can imagine, on shows like Big Brother, Hell's Kitchen, Temptation Island, The Family, Real Housewives of Orange County, Audrina, Shahs of Sunset, and Plain Jane, among others. These days he's in the esports and gaming business with market leader ESL and has published the book "Creating Reality: An Insider's Guide to Working in Reality TV.    Listen in as top executive coach Lacey Leone McLaughlin and her clients tell the stories and learnings they wish they had known then.   Music courtesy of @blkmktmusic

Dylan and Jonah sit down at the garage to chop it up (no pun intended) with Wesley Francis. Wesley is the Owner, Head Mechanic, Fabricator, and Motor Cycle Expert at Plain Jane Custom Garage. The Garage builds Custom Choppers in Norfolk, Virginia and is home to an incredible human-being and talent in the Custom Motorcycle sub-culture.  The Shop specializes in Vintage Harley-Davidson sales, service, repair and fabrication so they can be experienced as the rider intended. Wes is a surfer, entrepreneur, dog-dad, fresh water fish connoisseur, graduate from Virginia Common Wealth University and local of Virginia Beach. A very dear friend and one of the nicest dudes we know.The guys go in depth on growing up in Virginia Beach, surfing, Vintage Harley-Davidson Motorcycles, Sturgis Bike Rally, male modeling, pool toy selling career, The Portal, relationships, mental health, self-worth, entrepreneurship, opening a brick and mortar shop, fabrication, Born Free, Chopper Culture, 1940's pre-war era car restoration, building a commune, being a single man, and so much more!Thank you for always supporting the podcast! Let us know if you want to sponsor us !Follow us :@lifeboatpodcastDylan @toddgossJonah @riggedforsea.Guest:Plain Jane Custom Garage | Wesley Francis@plainjanegarage@wesleykfranciswww.plainjanegarage.com1012 George StreetNorfolk, VA 23502

Wesley recently opened Plain Jane Custom Garage in Norfolk, VA. You may have seen his work on the pages of Dice Magazine.

Hello dear friends,We're heading into the holidays - and next week our topic is Bad Families from Jane Austen, just in time for our family gatherings for the US holiday, Thanksgiving Day. Stay tuned for that! But first, let's talk about romance.Specifically, let's talk about Muslim romance.The author Uzma Jalaluddin is well known in the Jane Austen world for her retelling of Pride and Prejudice. Her novel Ayesha At Last puts Lizzy Bennet - or Ayesha - in a large Muslim family in the Scarborough neighborhood of Toronto, where she's navigating complicated cousins, domineering matriarchs, and the rituals of marriage proposals, all while hoping to find the time to follow her ambitions for poetry.Uzma Jalaluddin herself seems outrageously busy.When she's not writing novels, teaching high school, and parenting, she writes a column for the Toronto Star about education, family, and life - it's called “Samosas and Maple Syrup.”Ms. Jalaluddin's latest novel is Hana Khan Carries On. It's been optioned for the screen by Amazon Studios and writer-producer Mindy Kaling.In this conversation, Uzma Jalaluddin tells us how she discovered Jane Austen - as a teen, at the local library in the Toronto neighborhood she grew up in - Scarborough. That neighborhood is also the setting for both of her romcom novels, Ayesha At Last and Hana Khan Carries On. It's a diverse, vibrant neighborhood that now her readers also feel right at home in - at least in our imaginations.Enjoy this podcast, available on Spotify and Apple, or by simply clicking Play, above. Check out the links to more Muslim women writers and artists below, send us other recommendations, and leave us a comment! And for those who prefer words to audio or like both, here's an excerpt from our conversation:Uzma Jalaluddin I was - I am and was - a voracious reader. Growing up, I was constantly in the library. I was that kid who - the high school that I went to was right across the street from a large public library. And so during lunch breaks after school, I would just head over to the library and borrow books and hang out there. And I just studied there, I would just basically live there. And even my school library, of course, had a pretty good collection of books. And that's really where I was among my people, when I was in the library.Plain Jane And was that in Scarborough, Toronto? Uzma Jalaluddin That's right. It was in Scarborough. It's the Cedarbrae library, if any of your listeners are from Toronto. It's a very large building,Plain Jane And shout out to libraries and librarians.Uzma Jalaluddin Oh my God, hashtag-library-love, I have so much love. And I think so many writers can relate to this, right? Like you become a writer out of a sense of, a love of reading. And I think I was a teenager - I must have been 15 or 16 years old - and I heard about Jane Austen. And I was one of those kids that just was like, “I want to read all the classics. I'm really interested. I'm going to try everything. I'm going to try reading Dickens and, you know, the Russian novels and Anna Karenina. And let me try Shakespeare,” and all of this. …So I picked up Pride and Prejudice, and I read it. And I remember the language was, it felt very old-fashioned to me. And it took me a while to get through it. And I did read it. And then I remember after I - because it takes a while, especially as a teenage girl, for it to sort of pick up ... there was something about that book that just stuck with me. And I kept going back to it and rereading it. And I'm a kid and then I'm a child of the ‘90s. So when the 1995 A&E  special came out, you know, I got the box set. And I would watch it. My mom watched it with me, it was this thing that we both really enjoy doing. And I think I've said this before, multiple times: But the books that you read when you're young, especially at those formative ages, the ones that you love, they just stay with you. Those stories just stay with you. And I feel like Jane Austen and specifically Pride and Prejudice - and I did go on further and read all of her novels - have traveled with me throughout my life. And I'm so glad that they have, because … my take on Elizabeth and Darcy came out in Ayesha At Last. And that is a book that has brought me so much joy, sharing with the world, writing it, and all of the things that have come afterwards. It's been truly a privilege.Plain JaneI love the way you say that Jane Austen travels with you through life. That is something that really brings people - Jane Austen readers - together too. Because we kind of have fellow travelers traveling with Jane Austen through life when we have this community, which is cool. But I know that from hearing you talk with Janeite communities, and reading some of your interviews as well, that you really see it - correct me if I'm wrong - but you seem to see yourself as a writer first and then the genre romance, the retellings, come second? So it seems like you were writing Ayesha At Last, and those characters were kind of taking shape, and the story was taking shape, and you realized, there's an element of Pride and Prejudice and Jane Austen in this, which isn't surprising. Can you tell us how you ended up with a retelling?Uzma Jalaluddin  My first novel took me a really long time to write. And then it's probably just a function of the fact that I'm a busy person. I'm a high school teacher. I also have two young boys. And when I started writing this book in 2010, I knew that it was going to be a long marathon. And the book wasn't published until 2018. So it took me about seven years for the entire book to kind of take place. And it wasn't until my fourth or fifth draft, that I gave the book to a friend of mine. And she she pointed out that this has a lot of the elements of Pride and Prejudice. Specifically, she was pointing out the fact that I seem to have a Mr. Darcy character in Khalid, and Elizabeth Bennet character in Ayesha, and a Mr. Wickham character in Tarek, and I thought, “Oh, my goodness, I didn't even see it.” And that's the ironic thing. I mean, I was writing a book and I was leaning into these tropes, these well-known characters that I love, and I didn't see it. And I made a very deliberate choice. And it was her suggestion, but it was also something that I decided to lean into. I thought, “I'm a completely unknown writer. Here I am sitting in Markham, Ontario, writing this book. No one's heard of me.” I wasn't writing for the Star at this time, either - [I'm a] high school teacher. And on top of that, I'm writing about these unapologetically Muslim characters. Or, as you said, [going] so deep inside of the community that it feels like all I'm talking about are Muslim characters. Who's going to give me a chance? This was like 2014, right? Who's going to give me a chance? Nobody. So let me do something that pays homage to a story that I love, which is Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice, and also turn it and use it for my own devices. Because that story, I think, really resonates with South Asian communities to this day, even though the book itself was written over 200 years ago. And so that's what I did. I reread - for the dozenth time or more - Pride and Prejudice, and I picked out the pieces that I thought would really translate well, and I went about and I rewrote my book. And it felt like I should have done that from the beginning, because that would have saved me years of drafting. Because that's the book it was trying to be, I just didn't see it.[T]he books that you read when you're young, especially at those formative ages, the ones that you love, they just stay with you. Those stories just stay with you. And I feel like Jane Austen and specifically Pride and Prejudice - and I did go on further and read all of her novels - have traveled with me throughout my life. Plain Jane  Well, it's helpful to have some scaffolding for your imagination to just go wild within … to just kind of hold you together. So that does make sense. And you're saying something really profound here in a way, making me realize that the stories of Jane Austen and the Jane Austen community - not to overstate their influence - can provide access to voices, provide an audience, provide access, and provide a way for diverse voices. You've said something really interesting in the Toronto Star, you talked about the challenge that you felt like was in front of you to get your story. And the story of this family, of these characters in the public eye, and published, and you have written in the Toronto Star that “the lack of diversity in the arts has harmed me in ways I'm only starting to untangle.” Can you tell us a little bit about the lack of diversity in the arts, and how and what a challenge that has been for you?Uzma Jalaluddin When I wrote that piece, in particular, I pitched it to my editor as a way for me to sort of unpack this, and almost have this as a battle cry. It was an encouragement for parents, my fellow parents - who are maybe first-generation immigrants, unlike me, or maybe are like me, second-generation immigrants … they're, you know, so far removed from their home countries - to encourage those children to go into the creative arts. Because I feel like in Asian communities, in particular, there's such a push to have kids really establish themselves. And I'm speaking - forgive me, I'm speaking very generally here, and I am speaking from a Canadian immigrant perspective here as well, it could be different other places - but I feel as an educator, who teaches a lot of Asian students, there's such a push for children to go into traditional professional fields. So to go into the sciences, to go into the STEM fields, the math fields, engineering. And art is not even considered important. And yet, art is the basis of culture. And culture is what keeps our society going. And the people who are making the art are very rarely the same ones who represent that same Asian immigrant subset that I'm talking about, or even any marginalized communities. Things are changing now. But certainly when I was growing up in the ‘90s, and early 2000s, there was very limited representation of immigrants of South Asians, and definitely Muslims. And the types of stereotypes that I was exposed to, as a Muslim woman, were, quite frankly, very toxic. And one of the impacts of that is that … even though I clearly was interested in the creative fields, I've been writing since I was a kid, I've been reading my entire life, I have an aptitude for this and a talent for this. And yet, I never thought that I belonged in this industry, I didn't even know how to go about inserting myself into this industry. Beyond “maybe I should be a journalist” … And instead, I became a high school teacher, because I knew that it's a very stable job. I like people, I like kids. Okay, let me go and do that. But - I think I was telling my husband this - I started too late. I started in the creative arts, as an adult, as a mother, all of these responsibilities were already there. And so here I am in the position of juggling, like, five or six different jobs, and having a completely [booked] calendar. And so I want parents to know that … there are opportunities in the creative fields. There is money to be to be made in this. Yeah, you have to hustle a lot. And it's certainly not an easy place to be. But the impact on culture can be so vast, so important, as well. I get emails even now from people from people all over the world. I just had a letter from a young woman who lives in France and who said she read my book - unfortunately, Ayesha At Last has not been translated into French - but she read my book in English and she said she has never seen these types of stories represented where you have Muslim characters who are just living their life, who are falling in love, who are having funny adventures, and dealing with some serious things but also some lovely things, and how important it was to her, how much it meant for her to see this type of representation. And I think what it is, is for so long marginalized communities have been erased. And, like what we were just talking, about the point that you made really beautifully earlier about, the retelling is the way that Jane Austen can be reconfigured to represent different communities … And it's actually been a conversation I think in on Twitter, you know, about all the different diverse retellings? And should they even happen in the first place, which is a different conversation. But, I think …  it comes back to the idea that there was nothing for so long. And I know what it's like to feel like my stories, the things that I think are important, are just never represented on the page or on the screen.Plain JaneThat's really powerful. It's wonderful to hear. ...  you didn't feel there was a place for you and you forged a place. I feel like that's something that Jane Austen characters are doing. They feel left out of the conversation, marginalized, and they find their way in. … But you say something really powerful here, too: We need to talk about romance. So you mentioned also, to quote you again, in the Toronto Star ... that people of color need more romance. What do you mean by that? And how does this come about, when it comes to that representation, that lack of representation, or that negative representation - and romance?Uzma Jalaluddin I think the definition of romance needs to be expanded. Also, there seems to be a bit of a renaissance happening in the romance community, which I'm completely here for. And you know, in Romancelandia, as it's called online, which is the wider community of romance writers, consumers, creators, etc., there's so many up-to-date conversations that have been happening over the years, and I'm a newcomer to this. I've been a lifelong romance reader, but I've kind of stumbled on this community after I became a writer. And it's been fascinating to watch the types of conversations that are happening about race and identity and retellings and consent and just acceptance and tolerance in this very large genre.Plain Jane Yeah, … you said something else really powerful - that art is important. And as a journalist, I also feel that way. I feel like that's why I feel arts journalism, and humanities journalism, is important. Because … journalism is the first draft of history, right? … But to me, the interesting part, and the the heavy, impactful part of our history is not just what happened, but how we processed what happened, how we reacted to what happened, how communities and how individuals felt about what happened, and what we thought about what happened. And that to me, that's where the arts and humanities journalism is. … And so if you're looking at Arts and Humanities and the stories we tell, there's nothing more important right now. There's nothing more important in the last year and a half than how we process that. And that's why that's one reason I put a a microphone on the Jane Austen discussions, because the Jane Austen discussions involved, you know, Ibi Zoboi, and Uzma Jalaluddin, and so many people, Soniah Kamal, making the stories of Jane Austen relevant to today and adapting them to today. So I think that's not only okay, I think it's what is keeping it alive. And I'm also kind of quoting Damianne Scott here. … She says it very beautifully. She says ... Jane Austen doesn't want to be on a pedestal. She wants to be among the people. Uzma Jalaluddin  That is such a good insight. And I've always felt that, and I think that's why Jane Austen has kind of, as I said, traveled with me all my life …And I think Jane Austen, for whatever reason - maybe it's because of that sly wit, the satire, the description of regular everyday life, middle class life, really, and, of course, upper class life - is just so relatable. And I love what you're saying about art, I completely agree. And my take on it is that the art that has been made for decades has only ever focused on the white experience. And yet, that has been incomplete. If journalism is the first draft of history, and the art that is made is answering the questions of, how do we feel about this? We haven't been hearing from a very large segment of our population. And if we had been hearing about them, those voices have been oftentimes dismissed. [A]rt that has been made for decades has only ever focused on the white experience. And yet, that has been incomplete. If journalism is the first draft of history, and the art that is made is answering the questions of, how do we feel about this? We haven't been hearing from a very large segment of our population. And if we had been hearing about them, those voices have been oftentimes dismissed. … Commercial fiction is really where we have these conversations about, what are we obsessed with? What are we interested in? What's the hottest Netflix show? That's where culture is created. Really, [those are] the things that we're kind of thinking about. It's more than a momentary blip, right? It's like the trend in dystopian, the vampire fiction, all of this said something about what we're thinking about as a culture and as a society. And a lot of those stories were written by white authors. And if there are people of color, or if there are Black, indigenous, people of color in those stories, the creators are still largely white authors. And there's nothing wrong with that. I'm not a proponent of censorship, or anything like that. But I think we have to recognize that there has been traditionally, and culturally speaking, the effect of this has been an erasure of marginalized voices. And so I feel like things are changing slowly. Very, very slowly. But they are changing. And I'm interested in hearing those voices. And so part of that is romance. What does love look like to bring it back full circle?Plain JaneWe interrupted ourselves, but there you go. I was gonna bring it back to romance, but I just will say: Muslim romance,Uzma Jalaluddin  Yes! Which is something that is very rarely, if ever, explored, unless it is through the prism of culture. … So the main character, it's always the same type of storyline: The main character, if it's a woman, is pressed, has to break away from the bonds of her family, and has to basically give up everything about her culture and herself. And embrace the wider, usually North American, Western type of society in this way. She is freed - there's always kind of a white-savior complex type of storyline, or there is a rejection of her own community. I think we have to recognize that there has been traditionally, and culturally speaking, the effect of this has been an erasure of marginalized voices. And so I feel like things are changing slowly. Very, very slowly. But they are changing. And I'm interested in hearing those voices. And so part of that is romance. But Muslim romance, the thing that I'm interested in, is a little bit more nuanced than that. It can be love that's found with another Muslim person, with another person of color. It can be love that is found with someone who isn't Muslim and … it could be perhaps an LGBTQ exploration of this. I want all of the stories. I think we need to have all of these stories that show that the Muslim experience in North America that was an experience globally is not a monolith. My experience as someone who grew up in the ‘90s and early 2000s, in a more conservative Muslim family, is going to be different than someone who's growing up, you know, even in my neighboring country of the United States. But the stories that I write, I usually have two South Asian - both my books feature two South Asian or Muslim characters. And their faith is just the background information about them. They're not having conversations necessarily about, Should I be Muslim, or should I not? Should I take off my hijab? Will my father disown me? They come from loving families, they know who they are, and they're secure in that identity. And the romance really is about other things, you know, and because I write romcoms, they tend to be more situational. Plain JaneI love that. And it's something, as you said, your characters are unapologetically Muslim. And that's really fun to see. … [W]e have to talk about your Darcy character. So your leading man, Khalid … is like Darcy. And he really is like Darcy. But it's funny because … they're both stiff, somewhat formal and awkward, handsome, a little emotionally aloof, for various reasons. But Khalid has a very good reason and it's better than Darcy's reason: Khalid is part of a traditional Islamic community. And following the rules and interested in the rules. And Darcy's reason, as far as I can tell, is just that he's socially awkward. So in some ways, your Khalid and your “Darcy” has much more of a societal underpinning, stronger underpinning, than Darcy, where you're just kind of left at sea, like Elizabeth, thinking, “What's going on with him?” And then here's Ayesha, who doesn't have that question. She knows exactly what's going on with him. And she's got to work through it. So this is so much fun for, as you say, situational comedy. Can you talk about Khalid as Darcy?Uzma Jalaluddin  Khalid is the reason I wrote and I didn't give up on Ayesha At Last. I have to first put that out there, because he is the character that for some reason - this rarely happens for writers - but he just burst into my imagination completely, fully formed. I just knew who he was and knew what he wanted. I just completely understood him. I can't emphasize how rare this is, as someone who's trying to write their third book and I don't know anything about anything right now. It's just very rare. But when I finally … came to the realization that I was writing Pride and Prejudice, late in my drafting, when I finally put that together, that Khalid was Mr. Darcy, it just made so much sense. Because what I'm trying to do through Ayesha At Last is to write a really fun entertaining book that my readers will enjoy. But I'm also trying to engage in a conversation about appearance versus reality. So here's this guy. And I think that's what Jane Austen is trying to do as well. And in so many of her books, right? Here is this person who is judged from the moment that you see him because of the way that he dresses, because of the way that he acts, and the assumptions that the reader themselves might have about this type of person. And Darcy is the same way, right? He's an aristocratic man, everyone thinks that he's proud and he's disdainful. That says more about their own insecurities, though. Admittedly, he is quite rude. In the very beginning.Plain Jane  Of course, yeah ...Uzma Jalaluddin   Classic hero. And Khalid, in his own way, is awkward and bumbling and rude. But on top of the regular social awkwardness of a classic, romantic hero, we have that layer of his Muslim-ness. And his Muslim-ness comes out in very overt symbols that make the people surrounding him very uncomfortable, because he is really comfortable in the way that he embraces his faith. I purposely made him almost like a cartoonish Muslim guy. Like he was wearing a long white robe to work and a skullcap, he had an unkempt beard. And I did all this on purpose. I made him an extra on homeland. And yet I decided to put it in my book, because I wanted to throw this in my reader's face - and the Muslims and the non-Muslim readers: This is this is your villain. This is the guy that you've been trained to be afraid of. Look at how hot he is. Look at how sexy he is. Look at how romantic he is.Plain JaneI will make you fall in love!Uzma Jalaluddin Exactly, exactly. And in that way, I had a lot of fun deconstructing the Muslim man archetype. Because I live with Muslim men. I'm raising two Muslim men. I've been married to a Muslim man for nearly 20 years (he refuses to grow a beard, I keep trying to get him to grow one. He's not interested!) I have a brother, I have a loving father. I have uncles. And I never saw the men that I interact with on a daily basis, who were Muslim, really adequately represented in the wholeness of their person and their humanity. And I wanted to correct that. ...Plain JaneWhen it comes to Muslim romance, you have some interesting developments in Ayesha At Last. One thing that's interesting is that - I don't know if you would call her a white character, Caucasian character, if that's what she is - Clara? Her boyfriend Rob is super sluggish about proposing and he can't get his act together and Khalid, our hero, helps Clara negotiate a proposal and a dowry? And I don't know what you were wanting readers to get from this, if anything, but it had me wondering whether ... there are some things in traditional Muslim cultures and religious cultures that you think are helpful to women? That seemed to be what was being depicted. And if that is something that's probably worth unpacking -  that complicated aspect of rituals, and the rituals that we all embark on, whether we like it or not. They're in our culture.Uzma Jalaluddin Yeah, I never thought of it that way. I, to be honest, I just thought it would be really funny to have the girl get a rishta from her boyfriend, who she's been living with for five years. And the guy who sends her the rishta is this bearded Muslim man. I-  just in my head, right? Because I have to keep going! - and these jokes just keep me going. I did all this on purpose. I made him an extra on homeland. And yet I decided to put it in my book, because I wanted to throw this in my reader's face - and the Muslims and the non-Muslim readers: This is this is your villain. This is the guy that you've been trained to be afraid of. Look at how hot he is. Look at how sexy he is. Look at how romantic he is.But I think there's a lot of merit in what you said. Yeah, of course, cultures can learn from each other and gain certain positives and negatives. As much as I've learned, you know, from from my wider Western upbringing in Canada  -  I'm just as Canadian as I am South Asian, as I am Muslim, right? There's so much about all of these cultures that I've learned from, and hopefully other people can pick up from this. And really what Khalid is exhorting Rob to do is, say, “Why aren't you having this conversation? It's very obvious that Clara has been trying to hint to you for a very long time, why aren't you picking up the hand? It's time to, you know, figure this out, you're going to lose her. And if that is the consequence for your inattention that's on you. But here, let's just, let's just be completely upfront about this.” And I think this is someone who is very direct, I really appreciate this about South Asian marital practices. And I have to point out that the rishta process is South Asian, it's not really a Muslim thing. Okay, other cultures who are Muslim, they might have like a different marital custom. But it's a very South Asian practice, rishta, which is a proposal, like an arranged-marriage proposal. I really appreciate the directness of it. There's always a goal. It's like, we're not just casually dating. We're dating because we want to know if we can build a life together. And if that life together involves marriage, because that's what you want to do, that's fine. But, like, this isn't just for seeing each other, and let's see where this goes. No, no, there's none of that: There's a deadline within a certain amount of time. You've got to figure this out. And ... that's what Khalid brings to the table here. Plain Jane Rob will never change. That's the way Rob is always going to be - somebody's always gonna have to be strong and basically put it on the table. [O]ne thing that I had in my notes Uzma … that kind of made me laugh when I looked back and saw this in my notes, was, “We need to be talking more about Khadija.” You mentioned the wife of the Prophet Muhammad. Can you tell us about her and why she has an appearance in Ayesha At Last?Uzma Jalaluddin  Growing up I went to Sunday school, and you know, all of the type of stories that you learn, you know, like I'm sure Christian children are taught Bible stories, and Muslim kids are taught Muslim stories. So one of the stories that we're always told is that Prophet Muhammad was married to his first wife - because she died, and he later remarried - was a woman named Khadija, and she really liked Muhammad, peace be upon him. She really liked him, so much that she proposed marriage to him. And she was 15 years older than him. And actually, he was one of the traders that she hired. So he was actually working for her at the time. But she was really impressed by his honesty and his trustworthiness and his authenticity. And so, as you do, she was just straight up and said, “I'm interested in you. Are you interested in me? Let's get married.” And he accepted. And, you know, the traditional story was that he was extremely happy with his wife, even though he was 25, and she was 40. They were married for 15 years before she died. .. [W]hen he received revelation from God, as the traditional mythology goes, she was the first person who accepted Islam, the first person who supported him and believed him, and was his partner in all things - an equal partner, and in fact a more successful partner because she was the one who was the hard-headed businesswoman, who was kind of running things. And I just thought this story is not well known, I don't think, by a lot of people who aren't familiar with the Muslim faith. And it just goes to show you that there's so much emphasis on the darkness of the way that Muslims are portrayed around the world, that there's no room for these lighthearted stories. And that's really what I wanted to get across in Ayesha At Last. Muslims can fall in love too. We need our romance stories, need our love stories, just as much as any other community. Maybe even more, because we've had so much darkness heaped on us by the actions of some people who have done extremely violent things. But also [by the] decisions of other people who have portrayed Muslims, over and over again, as violent extremists.-----Thank you for being here, Austen Connection friends.Let us know: Are you a reader of romance, Muslim romance, and retellings? What are your favorites? Did this conversation inspire you to think differently about contemporary romance, romcoms, and the stories we tell, and what it all has to do with Jane Austen? Have you read Ayesha At Last and/or Hana Khan Carries On? And/or, what are your recommendations for the Thanksgiving holiday, if that's a thing where you live? And if not, let us know your weekend reading plans? Comment below!As always, you can find us right here, on Twitter at @AustenConnect, and on Facebook and Insta at @austenconnection.Meanwhile, have a beautiful weekend. Wishing you all the light, joy, and romance,Plain JaneCool links:Here's more on Uzma Jalaluddin's books and bio at her website: https://uzmajalaluddin.com/Here is another Muslim writer whom Ms. Jalaluddin recommends: Ayisha Malik: https://www.ayishamalik.com/bioAnd check out the Muslim comedy and romance in the work of Huda Fahmy, also recommended by Ms. Jalaluddin: https://www.simonandschuster.com/books/Yes-Im-Hot-in-This/Huda-Fahmy/9781507209349Here's Uzma Jalaluddin's Toronto Star column about writers of color breaking through: https://www.thestar.com/life/parent/opinion/2021/09/21/as-a-parent-teacher-and-writer-i-urge-creators-of-colour-to-raise-their-voices-in-the-arts.htmlAnd this Toronto Star column is on romance and writing the light rather than the darkness: https://www.thestar.com/entertainment/books/opinion/2021/04/05/dis-romance-all-you-like-i-choose-to-write-happy-funny-stories-as-a-light-against-the-darkness.htmlIf you enjoyed this post and conversation, feel free to share it! 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