Podcasts about Raton

Alleh & Yorghaki - capaz (merengueton) - Nuevo nº1 en Estación GNG podcast musical 1 ALLEH, YORGHAKI CAPAZ ( Merengueton ) 2 LUCK RA, LOLA INDIGO POR EL EX NO SE LLORA 3 MASSIVE ORGAN ANDTHEN 4 MONTSE LLORA 5 FUNAMBULISTA, SILOÉ VETE POR DONDE VINISTE 6 LOLA YOUNG MESSY 7 ISABEL AAIUN EL HIMNO DE MI PEÑA 8 QUEVEDO, AITANA GRAN VIA 9 KHIARA DOWN 10 JOCELYN BROWN, LUKE ALESSI, CHLOÉ CAILLET THE ONE 11 KINKY BWOY, DAVILES DE NOVELDA BALA PERDIDA ( REMIX ) 12 KARINA Y MARINA, HUGO 23, OSQUITAR DORAYAKI 13 MESALLA, LOS REBUJITOS SENTENCIA 14 ANTONIO OROZCO EL TIEMPO NO ES ORO 15 JAVI MEDINA, ORIGINAL ELIAS, LAS RODES NIÑA CAPRICHOSA 16 LOLA INDIGO, KIDD VOODOO QUE SOMOS ? 17 PONCHO K IDAS Y VENIDAS 18 AITANA 6 DE FEBRERO 19 ED SHEERAN AZIZAM 20 TEDDY SWIMS, HUGEL ( Remix ) BAD DREAMS 21 G5, KIKO VENENO, MUCHACHITO, CANIJO DE JEREZ, RATON, TOMASITO EL VINO Y EL PESCAO 22 SENTINEL GROOVE SESAME OPEN 23 MANUEL CARRASCO TENGO EL PODER 24 ANTONIO JOSE BIENVENIDA A TU CANCION 25 MAKI, MARIA ARTES, KEEN LEVY LUCES DE COLORES 26 CALVIN HARRIS BLESSINGS 27 PEPE Y VIZIO, ANA MENA POR TU CALLE 28 EFECTO PASILLO CADA LOCO CON SU TEMA 29 MARTA SANTOS TE VEO 30 ALFA, MANU CHAO A ME MI PIACE

Nueva Lista musical top 30 Estación GNG y además hoy tuvimos una visita muy especial; Walter del Podcast Vinilo Memories. https://www.ivoox.com/podcast-podcast-el-vinilo-memories_sq_f1110829_1.html Os invito a que sigáis nuestro podcast musical amigo "El Vinilo Memories", hoy tuvimos el placer de contar con Walter en nuestros estudios de radio , además Sebas Martínez e Isabel Baraza pasaron también para sacarnos alguna que otra sonrisa por el directo. Disfruta con el nuevo TOP 30 Estación GNG ---- Martes 13 de Mayo 2025: 1 ALLEH, YORGHAKI CAPAZ ( Merengueton ) 2 LUCK RA, LOLA INDIGO POR EL EX NO SE LLORA 3 MASSIVE ORGAN ANDTHEN 4 MONTSE LLORA 5 FUNAMBULISTA, SILOÉ VETE POR DONDE VINISTE 6 LOLA YOUNG MESSY 7 ISABEL AAIUN EL HIMNO DE MI PEÑA 8 QUEVEDO, AITANA GRAN VIA 9 KHIARA DOWN 10 JOCELYN BROWN, LUKE ALESSI, CHLOÉ CAILLET THE ONE 11 KINKY BWOY, DAVILES DE NOVELDA BALA PERDIDA ( REMIX ) 12 KARINA Y MARINA, HUGO 23, OSQUITAR DORAYAKI 13 MESALLA, LOS REBUJITOS SENTENCIA 14 ANTONIO OROZCO EL TIEMPO NO ES ORO 15 JAVI MEDINA, ORIGINAL ELIAS, LAS RODES NIÑA CAPRICHOSA 16 LOLA INDIGO, KIDD VOODOO QUE SOMOS ? 17 PONCHO K IDAS Y VENIDAS 18 AITANA 6 DE FEBRERO 19 ED SHEERAN AZIZAM 20 TEDDY SWIMS, HUGEL ( Remix ) BAD DREAMS 21 G5, KIKO VENENO, MUCHACHITO, CANIJO DE JEREZ, RATON, TOMASITO EL VINO Y EL PESCAO 22 SENTINEL GROOVE SESAME OPEN 23 MANUEL CARRASCO TENGO EL PODER 24 ANTONIO JOSE BIENVENIDA A TU CANCION 25 MAKI, MARIA ARTES, KEEN LEVY LUCES DE COLORES 26 CALVIN HARRIS BLESSINGS 27 PEPE Y VIZIO, ANA MENA POR TU CALLE 28 EFECTO PASILLO CADA LOCO CON SU TEMA 29 MARTA SANTOS TE VEO 30 ALFA, MANU CHAO A ME MI PIACE

durée : 00:03:05 - Le raton laveur débarque dans le Vaucluse : une première observation confirmée - par : Nathalie Mazet - Le raton laveur fait son apparition en Vaucluse ! Un scoop étonnant partagé ce matin avec Gilles Blanc, naturaliste au Conservatoire d'Espèces Naturelles PACA, qui nous dévoile la présence de cet animal, originaire d'Amérique du Nord. Un sujet à suivre de près !

En 2023, Marc a été invité dans Poids plume, un podcast sur l'agriculture de demain. L'émission est réalisée par deux ingénieurs agronomes, Alexandre Asmodé et Charlotte Jacquet.______

En 2023, Marc a été invité dans Poids plume, un podcast sur l'agriculture de demain. L'émission est réalisée par deux ingénieurs agronomes, Alexandre Asmodé et Charlotte Jacquet.______

En 2023, Marc a été invité dans Poids plume, un podcast sur l'agriculture de demain. L'émission est réalisée par deux ingénieurs agronomes, Alexandre Asmodé et Charlotte Jacquet.______

Recebemos Bernardo Cunha no episódio 158 do podcast Outra Visão. Publicitário especialista em marketing digital, com mais de 20 anos de experiência na área, ele é especialista em Customer Success (sucesso do cliente). Também é um músico talentoso, apaixonado por viagens e guia profissional de turismo na Disney há mais de 15 anos.Em nossa boa conversa, Bernardo compartilhou sua experiência como ator infantil em Menino Maluquinho – O Filme, de 1995, dirigido por Helvécio Ratton, no qual interpretou o personagem Toquinho. Na época, tinha 7 anos de idade. Ele descreve o processo de seleção, as filmagens em Tiradentes (MG) e como essa experiência marcou sua infância. Após o filme, participou de peças de teatro.Marketing digitalBernardo contou sobre sua trajetória profissional na área de marketing digital, destacando sua formação em publicidade e suas experiências em agências de Belo Horizonte. Enfatizou a importância de sua pós-graduação em marketing digital e seu trabalho em startups, especialmente na Samba Tech e na Rock Content. Também explicou o conceito de Customer Success, destacando a evolução da área de relacionamento com o cliente para uma abordagem mais proativa e focada no sucesso do cliente.Nesta conversa, ele falou sobre seu trabalho atual na WiseCut, uma startup que desenvolveu uma ferramenta de edição de vídeo online usando inteligência artificial. A ferramenta WiseCut é apresentada como uma solução para edição automática de vídeos, especialmente útil para podcasts e criadores de conteúdo, oferecendo recursos como remoção de silêncios, geração de shorts e legendas.Guia de turismo na DisneyBernardo compartilha sua experiência de mais de 15 anos como guia de turismo na Disney e em Nova York, destacando sua trajetória desde seu primeiro contato com a Disneyland Paris até liderar grupos de adolescentes em excursões para os Estados Unidos.Ele revela sua paixão pelo trabalho como guia profissional de turismo e a responsabilidade de proporcionar a melhor experiência possível aos viajantes. Bernardo também enfatiza a gratificação de ver o impacto positivo dessas viagens na vida dos participantes.Boa conversaEle encerra destacando a importância de ser curioso e de estar sempre em busca de notícias e novidades para ampliar o repertório de conhecimento, seja para o trabalho ou para a vida pessoal.Fica o meu convite para que você prestigie o episódio 158 e se encante com a história de vida de Bernardo Cunha.Entrevista realizada dia 17/03/2025.Texto: Paulo CunhaLINKS - Bernardo CunhaLinkedin - https://www.linkedin.com/in/becunha/ Instagram - @becunha - https://www.instagram.com/becunha/ Toquinho - Menino Maluquinho - https://kikacastro.com.br/bernardo-cunha-o-toquinho/ Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/becunha/ Filme - Menino Maluquinho - 1995 - Helvécio Raton - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ftRoF6d0P2E Green Tour - https://greentours.com.br/ Wisecut - https://www.wisecut.ai/?lang=pt

Una noche, un ratoncito se asomó por el agujero en el que vivía y vió la luna.Mi Instagram:⁠⁠https://instagram.com/cuentos_e_historias_infantiles⁠⁠Mi Facebook:⁠⁠https://www.facebook.com/CuentosHistoriasMexico⁠

BALADO du MERCREDI SM ne veut pas que les raton-laveurs aient du sexe! Oui ou non les vêtements roses pour un gars? SM a 2 ou 3 célébrités dans ses crush!

Debora Iyall burst onto the post-punk music scene with her band Romeo Void's seminal hit, "Never Say Never," with her infectious and magnetic frontwoman energy. Debora's powerful lyrics and distinct vocal style challenged conventions and gave voice to those who often went unheard in the post-punk scene of the early '80s.  But Debora's journey as an artist didn't stop with Romeo Void. She's continued to create compelling work as a solo artist, blending her poetic roots and fearless authenticity into albums like Strange Language and projects such as Knife in Water and The Raton 3. Today, we dive into her creative process, talk about some of her most memorable songs, and explore the stories behind her lasting impact on both music and art. She also tell us about her early times in Romeo Void, why she's ultimately always considered herself a rock singer, her forthcoming memoir, and what's on the horizon for her. Enjoying the show? Please leave us a 5-star review on Apple Podcasts, Goodpods, or Spotify! Connect with us on Facebook and X (Twitter). For the stories behind the songs, go to Songfacts.com. Proud member of Pantheon Podcasts. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Egy meglehetősen ittas utas megpróbált berontani a pilótafülkébe illetve kinyitni a gép egyik ajtaját egy Gatwickből Görögországba tartó easyJet járaton, miközben a repülőgép 10 000 méter magasan repült. Az utas magyarázata annyi volt,  hogy a” pilóta egy  pancser. “ Ti tapasztaltatok már ilyet? Írjátok meg kommentbe! Forrás:https://hungliaonline.com/menet-kozben-megprobalt-berontani-a-pilotafulkebe-az-egyik-utas-hogy-atvegye-az-iranyitast-az-egyik-angliai-repulojaraton/

Empezado, mitad, terminado.

Ce matin, lundi 30 septembre avec Vincent, Marie-Ève et Jean-Michel: Ça passe ou ça casse édition Pop-Rock 2000 dans L'à-côté de Jean-Michel Vincent nous parle de légendes musicales dans son segment Les crushs de Vincent On joue à La question impossible On discute de la journée de la vérité et de la réconciliation  Quel est le premier spectacle que vous avez vu dans votre vie ? On discute de la propreté de nos voitures Vous êtes-vous déjà trompé d'endroit ? Bonne journée ! 

Ovidio Guzmán López, son of Joaquín "El Chapo" Guzmán and a key leader of the Sinaloa Cartel, rose to prominence alongside his brothers Iván and Jesús Alfredo, collectively known as "Los Chapitos." His involvement in the cartel's fentanyl operations made him a significant target for U.S. and Mexican authorities. In October 2019, Ovidio was briefly captured by Mexican forces in Culiacán, but a coordinated and violent response from the cartel, known as "El Culiacanazo," forced the government to release him. This event highlighted the cartel's power and the internal tensions between Los Chapitos and their rival, Ismael "El Mayo" Zambada, another prominent leader within the cartel.In January 2023, Ovidio was recaptured in a surprise military operation and later extradited to the United States in September 2023 to face drug trafficking charges. El Mayo, long an elusive figure, was reportedly arrested in 2024 after Joaquín Guzmán López allegedly struck a deal with U.S. authorities, further destabilizing the cartel's leadership. These arrests have thrown the Sinaloa Cartel into a state of uncertainty, with internal divisions and power struggles threatening its future. While Ovidio awaits trial, the cartel's fate remains unclear, as Los Chapitos face challenges from within and outside their organization.(commercial at 7:45)to contact me:bobbycapucci@protonmail.comBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/the-epstein-chronicles--5003294/support.

Tu veux que je te raconte l'histoire du record battu par un raton laveur? Ok mais par contre moi, je ne raconte mes histoires qu'aux enfants qui se lavent les dents. Donc attrape ta brosse à dents, ton dentifrice, et tu frottes, jusqu'à ce que l'histoire soit terminée!

El ratón de ciudad invitó a su primo el ratón de campo, a pasar unos días en la ciudad con él. Y luego el ratón de campo invitó a su primo a conocer su casa en el campo. Esas dos visitas nos enseñan dos modos de vivir muy diferentes. Esta fábula nos enseña sobre la amistad, la humildad y ser sinceros. Mi Instagram: ⁠https://instagram.com/cuentos_e_historias_infantiles⁠ Mi Facebook: ⁠https://www.facebook.com/CuentosHistoriasMexico⁠

Preparation, readiness, and confidence are everything, especially on backcountry hunts. WSF recently became the title sponsor for the next three years of  Western Hunt Fest (WHF) events, and WSF's Women Hunt® program became the title sponsor of the women's division for the same period. WSF's Sheep Fever host Gray N. Thornton, and Women Hunt founder and chair Renée Thornton, visit with WHF co-owners Jeffrey DeVaul, Guy Duplantier, and Efren Gonzalez to discuss their motivations behind establishing this next-level archery shooting, fitness, and backpack challenge across Colorado, New Mexico, and Nevada this summer, as well as what shooters can expect. Archery hunting readiness has rightfully become a year-round pursuit. Giving bowhunters specialized events tailored for the type of shots and conditions they will encounter in the field elevates this preparation beyond just shooting foam in the backyard. Plus, friendly competition with like-minded hunters adds an element of community while helping duplicate the stress of making the shot count. 2024 Events: April 13-14 Raton, NM May 4-5 Palisade, CO May 25-26 Reno, NV June 1-2 Colorado Springs, CO June 27 Championship Baily, CO www.westernhuntfest.com  

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Ovidio Guzmán López is the son of Joaquín "El Chapo" Guzmán, one of the most infamous drug lords in Mexican history and former leader of the Sinaloa Cartel. Ovidio was born in the late 1980s or early 1990s and grew up within the world of organized crime, inheriting his father's legacy and becoming involved in the operations of the Sinaloa Cartel.Despite his young age, Ovidio quickly rose through the ranks of the cartel, reportedly becoming one of its key leaders. He was allegedly involved in various aspects of the cartel's operations, including drug trafficking, money laundering, and orchestrating acts of violence to protect the cartel's interests.On January 5th of 2023, he was arrested by mexican authorities and shortly after he was arrested, he was extradited to the United States, where he is now facing serious time for his alleged role in the Sinaloa Cartel and their operations inside of the United States.(commercial at 6:56)to contact me:bobbycapucci@protonmail.com

Ovidio Guzmán López is the son of Joaquín "El Chapo" Guzmán, one of the most infamous drug lords in Mexican history and former leader of the Sinaloa Cartel. Ovidio was born in the late 1980s or early 1990s and grew up within the world of organized crime, inheriting his father's legacy and becoming involved in the operations of the Sinaloa Cartel.Despite his young age, Ovidio quickly rose through the ranks of the cartel, reportedly becoming one of its key leaders. He was allegedly involved in various aspects of the cartel's operations, including drug trafficking, money laundering, and orchestrating acts of violence to protect the cartel's interests.On January 5th of 2023, he was arrested by mexican authorities and shortly after he was arrested, he was extradited to the United States, where he is now facing serious time for his alleged role in the Sinaloa Cartel and their operations inside of the United States.(commercial at 6:57)to contact me:bobbycapucci@protonmail.comBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/the-epstein-chronicles--5003294/support.

Ovidio Guzmán López is the son of Joaquín "El Chapo" Guzmán, one of the most infamous drug lords in Mexican history and former leader of the Sinaloa Cartel. Ovidio was born in the late 1980s or early 1990s and grew up within the world of organized crime, inheriting his father's legacy and becoming involved in the operations of the Sinaloa Cartel.Despite his young age, Ovidio quickly rose through the ranks of the cartel, reportedly becoming one of its key leaders. He was allegedly involved in various aspects of the cartel's operations, including drug trafficking, money laundering, and orchestrating acts of violence to protect the cartel's interests.On January 5th of 2023, he was arrested by mexican authorities and shortly after he was arrested, he was extradited to the United States, where he is now facing serious time for his alleged role in the Sinaloa Cartel and their operations inside of the United States.(commercial at 6:56)to contact me:bobbycapucci@protonmail.comBecome a supporter of this podcast:https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/the-epstein-chronicles--5003294/support.

En la segunda parte de este episodio. Hablamos sobre la nueva serie del Zorro. Por supuesto, escuchamos y reaccionamos asi que disfruten de esta segunda parte de este episodio de esta nueva temporada. Canciones mencionadas en este episodio Morat - Perderme Antonio Banderas feat. Los Lobos - El Mariachi Astola y Raton feat. Marta Santos y Chukky - Ventanilla Boy from the South - Space Party LA LOM - Danza de los Mirlos (cover) The Pretty Ugly - Elvis Zenxith - The girl who lives upside down Reyna Tropical - Cartagena El Fuego Sagrado - Mama Lily Blue - Viernes a las 9 Brenn! - Jesus Song (County Line) Aire de Golfo - De Guayaquil Adrian Bello - Un Rayo de Luz Chicano Batman - Fly Me dicen Jos feat. Majo Puente - Cliche (No eres tu, soy yo) Barzo feat. Soy Emilia - Fajnie Jupiter en Casa - Me viste de novia Sofia LaFuente - Me pierdo ya Andry Bett feat. Lichi - No pierdas la cabeza Sarah Julia - Cairngorms Aria Vega - Nadie Sabe Síguenos: Instagram: @mixtape_lado_a Spotify: Mixtape: Lado A Amazon Music: Mixtape Lado A Apple podcast: Mixtape Lado A Envien sus comentarios o propuestas de sponsor en nuestro correo: Mixtapeladoa@gmail.com

94- La Historia del Raton

Nous recevons l'artise brodeuse Chloé Landreville (Une Raton) dans notre studio D.I.Y. de ce mois-ci. Très à thème! ;) Ensuite, Éliane nous partage sa critique du film « Mystère à Venise » mettant en vedette le fameux héros de la duchesse de la mort: Hercule Poirot. Bonne écoute! Mentionné dans l'épisode: Arcade Québec The Moth Collection Niki de Saint Phalle Growing Gills de Jessica Abel Montréal Makers Market Instagram de Une Raton VISITEZ NOS PARTENAIRES: Numérique.Ca pour la création de votre site web. Librairie Z votre spécialiste de la bande dessinée. Dépanneur Bonichoix Neveu à Laverlechère, qui nous alimente de délicieuses chips Doritos, à chaque épisode ! ABONNE-TOI au PODCAST via: ITUNES: https://tinyurl.com/ItunesGeekettes SPOTIFY: https://tinyurl.com/SpotifyGeekettes YOUTUBE: https://tinyurl.com/YouTubeGeekettes Animation et production: Fanie Grégoire Chroniqueuse: Éliane Duplessis Invitée: Chloé Landreville, alias Une Raton. Crédits musique: Alex Robshaw Logo des geekettes: Valmo illustrations Sound Effect by UNIVERSFIELD from Pixabay Sound Effect by Oleg Kirilkov from Pixabay

Guy sat down with the folks from the NRA Whittington Center and discussed the 30,000-plus acres of shooting sports and hunting offerings in Raton, New Mexico. And the impression left by their first-ever archery event Western Hunt Fest. Enjoy the episode! Brought to you by  Western Fly Covers:  When you spend as much time as we do outdoors, you know how fast things can turn. Wet or damaged gear isn't going to keep you out there where you want to be—ultralight element protection for your gear.  www.westernflycovers.com     GET INVOLVED IN FIGHTING FOR OUR RIGHTS AS OUTDOORSMEN AND WOMEN BY SUPPORTING SPORTSMEN'S ALLIANCE, FOLLOW THE LINK BELOW: https://www.westerncontours.com/sportsmens-alliance   Take an active role in protecting our rights and privileges as hunters with HOWL For Wildlife:  https://www.howlforwildlife.org    Follow the links below for Western Contours partners, and affiliates: www.westerncontours.com   Anxynt: https://www.anxynt.com?aff=5    Arrow Tech Archery use code: WESTERNCONTOUR www.arrowtecharchery.com   Native By Carlton use code: westerncontours https://www.nativebycarlton.com

Noel catches up with Debora Iyall, who was the lead singer of Romeo Void. The band released three studio albums, featuring the songs "Never Say Never" and "A Girl in Trouble (Is a Temporary Thing)." The band is out with a new live album, Live From Mabuhay Gardens: November 14, 1980. Following the breakup of the band and the release of her solo album, Debora became an art teacher. She recently formed The Raton 3 with her husband.

Hello, Hello,  Vous écoutez Galère ton Voyage, le spin off de Famille & Voyages, le podcast.  Souvenez-vous, Aurore nous a raconté une partie de sa vie en famille à bord de Tropicool dans l'épisode 53.  Cette semaine, on la retrouve pour une galère que n'aiment pas du tout les marins : quand l'ancre de ton bateau n'accroche pas... Allez attachez vos écouteurs, la galère va commencer.  Je vous souhaite une belle écoute :) ------------ Toutes les notes des épisodes se trouvent sur  le blog : https://familleetvoyages.com Instagram : https://www.instagram.com/familleetvoyages_blog/  ------------ Pour ne rien louper de la saison 4 et écouter un nouveau carnet de voyage audio chaque semaine, inscrivez-vous sur la liste email  ou abonnez-vous sur Apple Podcasts  ou sur une plateforme d'écoute qui le permet. Merci

durée : 00:05:01 - Tanguy Pastureau maltraite l'info - par : Tanguy Pastureau - Tanguy nous raconte l'histoire d'un raton-laveur qui s'est retrouvé les testicules collés sur les rails d'une ligne de train aux Etats-Unis.

Me tomé una cheve con Ratón, platicamos del fenómeno de Los Payasonicos, los problemas familiares y la vida también de Alex Campa. Además, resolví mi duda de quien sacó primero las canciones que fueron tan exitosas. ¡Disfrútenla! #ElíasMedina #UnaCheveCon #Ratón

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[The Festival Project Presents: {ENTER THE MULTIVERSE} THE LEGEND OF… THE INFINITE SKRILLIFILES GERALD'S WORLD & ASCENSION DEATHWISH LEGENDS THE INSOMNIAC {ENTER THE MULTIVERSE} SEASON 6 - ACT II - PART II I almost left my Elfbar in Raton, But I couldn't let go; It just held on. I had to leave my skateboard back at home , But now I'm gone. Now i'm gone Now I'm sick to my stomach, I didn't want this Now I'm so sick to my stomach; I didn't want it And all the non believers, And all the sinners, saints together on a train, wishing to be rich or famous; Freedom, Plain and simple *very scary music* I warned you; No bloodshed in LA. [A single drop of blood hits the pavement with a splash, in a vivid slow motion close up of the gritty Downtown Los Angeles sidewalk] FLASHBACK; Have you ever heard of a blood oath? I knew something was wrong with that girl. It's not just that girl; It's this place. People do a lot of things to get by in LA. What is “get by” You're never gonna make it. Well, then; I was never going to anyway–so it really doesn't matter. “The Golden Girl” gal·lant adjective 1.(of a person or their behavior) brave; heroic."she had made gallant efforts to pull herself together" Similar: brave courageous valiant valorous bold plucky daring fearless intrepid heroic lionhearted stouthearted doughty mettlesome great-spirited honorable noble manly manful macho dashing daredevil death-or-glory undaunted unflinching unshrinking unafraid dauntless indomitable gutsy spunky ballsy have-a-go venturous Opposite: cowardly 2.(of a man or his behavior) giving special attention and respect to women; chivalrous."a gallant gentleman came over and kissed my hand" Similar: chivalrous gentlemanly courtly courteous respectful polite attentive gracious considerate thoughtful obliging mannerly gentle Opposite: discourteous rude nounARCHAIC /ɡəˈlant,ɡəˈlänt/ a man who pays special attention to women."he launches himself into a gallant's career of amorous intrigue" Similar: suitor wooer admirer worshipper beau sweetheart lover love beloved boyfriend young man man friend escort swain paramour verbARCHAIC /ɡəˈlant,ɡəˈlänt/ (of a man) flirt with (a woman)."Mowbray was gallanting the Polish lady" Gee' Mo had his hands all over me, which made me uncomfortable—but I had sworn solemnly to myself never to ‘tell' on any man again—and neither would I call them out, or make objections to their actions in any way; the age told story had always been ‘her word against mine ‘, making the woman or victim in question appear weak, and of course, untrustworthy—whatever that meant anyway, and not that any of his attempts were hostile, He knew I was openly celibate, and supposedly respected that—however, I just found it best to wholly keep him in the friend zone and keep the notion to myself, as he still seemed to have some kind of hope for something greater between us—and though I did consider him more than a friend, I considered him more like family than anything, his own blurred lines a shadow that had become too great to perhaps any longer be colegues—at least for now—especially that I was fleeing the US once more in complete secrecy—and though there had been some good work between the two of us, I wasn't equalling to his vibration anymore, his music sounded strange and off, and the words that would come to my mind were less easy than pushed or forced, and repetitive in sound and style. I knew that I was leaving, but had refused to tell anybody, especially Gee', who may have raised questions as to where I was going—something that seemed to be good to keep quiet entirely, as even earlier in the day I had tried to give my tour list to Equinox to see if I could bypass upgrading my membership to Destination by giving them a list of dates and cities I would visit and being given access to the visitors list in each city—I was however persuaded into not doing so and keeping my Desrination Stetus, as after attempting to give my home club my list of cities and dates, even against my own instinct and better judgement, the manager dawned a look in his eye that said “just lay low”, and as low as I could lay, I didn't know how long it would last with the onslaught of things I would have to do on my phone and computer over wifi during the long traveling time. Still, I wanted to travel lightly—and perhaps it was Divine intervention itself in the form of God when my $80 Nike backpack broke, leaving me scurrying for a new one that I could afford simply with the remaining balance on my gift card—luckily, I did find one that presumably fit my needs available for pickup, of course, even less high quality than the oversized “training” bag I had purchased just a few months before, not realizing that 32 Liters would be more than enough space, hard to fit under an airplane seat, and Ill-fitting the more petite I would become, or even as my weight fluctuated, just awkward looking in general—and though it was a very attractive bag, I had always thought it to be a little too ‘loud' and ostentatious, though I had become attracted somehow after being unable to return it as I had thought to when I had first ordered it, receiving the bag just before leaving Las Vegas, which I would return to the following day to retrieve the drum machine I had pawned as a matter of absolute survival. INT. TRAIN. WHENEVER. The best part about riding the train is… CUT TO: A FIREY PLANE CRASH CUT BACK TO: You can't fall out of the sky. (Ya.) SHIA LA— Fuck it. SHIA LABEOUF IS: “THE AIR MARSHALL” Ohh, what's this one about? Oh my God. I wasn't writing, and so I must have been in some way dead-I wasn't feeling even a whisp of inspiration, anymore—only annoyance, and slight suffering. The train ride had gone all too quickly, and though I had started chipping away at some projects, there was nothing finished. Though the inhuman vibration and hostile tone of LA was long behind me, something did linger on a bit, perhaps in the form of love or some other feeling or attachment I had formed during my time there. I was, myself, vibrating differently— waving into a motion of the unknown, and not that it mattered what would happen anymore—I hadn't anything to love, or anything to lose, and so everything just seemed a wash entirely. I had never been so dejected in my life. Now I gotta do some Sunnï Blū shit. —Hurry. Hurry what. We gotta go, Oh. Oh Deng. Oh dang. What happened? No, that's just what planet they're from. Dang. That's tricky. New York— Ehrhm. You look good. Hm. You cleaned up. Ya. Nice. Yeah it is. Nice. I said that.. Stop incepting me. No. Stop this please. Just stop sleeping. Okay. I wish you would die. I just did. WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE. idobntknow. SUNNI BLŪ I DO WHAT I WANT. Fuck, What. That's Sunnï Blu Okay? She does what she wants. That's not SUPACREE. Is it not? No. What happened? S/he chanxed. I'm a “they” –And this is how it all makes sense. What is this fucking place. “East” Ugh. Oh, there's Toronto. That makes sense. Ew. I know right. UGH. LOOK AT ALL THIS POOP. I know, huh. LOOK AT IT. Don't do maps on kx5. Should we “Earth” We should Earth. Ew. What dimension is this? Fucking sick–gross. This isnt Earth. This is Earth! What happened to it. *coughs* It seems some demonic force has taken over. *coughs* Ew. This is fucked up. Should we leave. NO! *coughs* I mean –yeah, but we should at least try to figure out what happened first. *coughs* First?! Or, later–maybe *coughs*coughs*coughs* Yeah, lets leave. FUCK. What, dude, guh. I told you no deadmau5 on the train. No you didn't. I should have. I SHOULD HAVE KILLED THAT THING WHEN I SAW IT. How would you do that? THE DEADMAUS Go to sleep. K. Did you guys “Earth” Uh, yeah, but– Was it awesome? Uhm, no. No, dude. Why, what happened? We don't know. It was bad. “Adventure is allowing the unexpected to happen to you. Exploration is experiencing what you have not experienced before.” — Richard Aldington Schenectady Ahahaha Poughkeepsie lol what. All these are places. Yeah, I know. People live in these places . Oh My God. What. Where's Whole Foods? You need Jesus. Where's he at? JESUS CHRIST Timmy, this party is lit. TIMMY TURNER Yeah, thanks bro. JESUS CHRIST I love you. TIMMY TURNER (Leaving) K that's weird. IT DOESN'T What . MAKE ANY SENSE. I simulated this experience, in the construct of time In the confines of space—just to have this moment. Uh. Train—-To Deadmau5. [BLŪ Exercises Furiously] Train—To Deadmau5. [BLŪ boards the train hurriedly] SOMETIMES— UGH. I'm all wrapped up; Wrapped up in your love –But you never come for me I'm all wrapped up in your love Wonder what comes of it You never come for me I'm all wrapped up in your love; A half smile on my face; (l love you) Always thinking of you What else can I do, but To fee stupid Can't get over you, but As the sun comes up, I wander off, Remember us I guess it's a long walk Guess i'll just fall out of it About time… About that– I'm all wrapped up, yeah Wrapped up in your love Sonny Moore had inspired some of the greatest things i had ever written in my time; and all with just one look–two eyes, and no words at all, began an infinite unravelling of words from God's hands and into my minds eye. ASCENSION Rise of Ascencia Farro. …Your Majesty. I need help. Don't burden me with your woes. I beg your pardon? No, don't beg. THE SUITE LIFE OF SUNNÏ BLŪ LINDSAY LOHAN is sleeping FACE DOWN on the couch in SunnÏ Blū's Studio Lindsay, wake up. Mmfh. [Does not wake up. At all.] Lindsay. Mmf. Tequila. [Suddenly very awake, in fact; she has suddenly perked up with an amazing glow. ] *very serious knocks on the door* Oh shit. [suddenly, more drunk again] –oh shit. *three more knocks* Where's the tequila? SUNNÏ Ah, shit. Is that your lawyer, or your manager? Shit, maybe both. SUNNI. OPEN THE DOOR . –Might even be my agent, too. OPEN THE GODDAMN DOOR. (Both, in cheesy unison, tiny rock concert} I CHIMED IN WITH A HAVENT YOU PEOPLE EVER HEARD OF— [Sunni opens the door.] No, it's “closing the door– not “open the door” “The Goddamn door.” Right, Goddamit. –where's the tequila. Where it is– [Sunni points in a wayward direction; Lindsay stumbles morning-aftery into the booth. Eww–”morning aftery” Not like that. *addendum* [That Is, just to say that this scene takes place in the afterdays haze of a very –Very Holy Shit , God. What. You rule. [Lindsay enters the booth and uncaps a bottle of tequila so effing fancy, it hurts to look at.] So fucking fancy. Was that lindsay lohan? Yeah it is. It's still Linsday Lohan, Morgen– –It's ‘Morgan”; –She's just over there now. Not “was”. Still is Lindsay Lohan. Presently. How are you even friends. FLASHBACK SUNNI BLU sup, Lindsay Lohan! LINDSAY LOHAN sup. Who are you? SUNNI BLU I'm Sunni Blū. LINDSAY LOHAN LIKE—the rapper?! SUNNI BLU Not “like”. Am. LINDSAY LOHAN tight. SUNNI BLU. Sup. LINDSAY LOHAN Sup. SUNNI BLU I heard you like to party. LINDSAY LOHAN I like to party. SUNNI BLU —and, you DJ. LINDSAY LOHAN Oh yeah, huh! I was a DJ once. SUNNI BLU so was I. CUT BACK TO: SUNNI BLU now we're besties. I might be trapped in this hell, here, I figure But it's over when it's over, I cannot live here, Or anywhere Here's my liver; All he needed was a sliver, the silver lizard But I gave him the whole thing The whole thing The whole thing I swallowed the whole world whole, once And now it all happens, Over and over; A simple digestion And I've got no questions left No intuition, either No black characters, No brown eyes; I hate my life I hate my life Blonde is good, And redheads are nice; I hate my life I hate my life ‘Rich white peope are so fucking nasty sometimes' I had the best and the worst of it at Equinox, and while I considered it a miracle that I had even come so far, as to consider luxury fitness a priority and absolute necessity, even forgoing eating what I wanted or other comforts in paying my gym dues, now I had given myself what I thought to be the opportunity of a lifetime—it was on my bucket list, at least last time I checked, to visit Equinox in every city the chain had locations—and having put all my time and every fiber of my being into just ‘staying afloat', my idea of ‘living a little' was to workout as much as possible, while I still could—-as money was well beyond running dry just out or the sheer expense of traveling—or now—“touring”, as I would consider it, using my music as a means of not appearing homeless and destitute, and using my podcast as a medium for its promotion—though, I still didn't know where my listeners or downloads were coming from, and my Spotify, the last I had checked, had “0 monthly listeners” it was beginning again to be clear how much the United States hated black people, for whatever reason— and how privelege and power had overtaken even the best people's better senses. Humanity was slipping away—and so was I; the best I could do was to make my body as comfortable to live in as possible, and for whatever reason, I was drawn to Equinox to do so. Anandar or someone like her had once said, the key to being rich, is to spend money like you're rich, no matter the amount of money you had—knowing that in doing so, your money would multiply tenfold. I had never done so before, but between Equinox and my food stamps being stolen, the amount of money I had been draining myself of did indeed make me feel and look as if I had endless disposable income—and perhaps I did somehow—somewhere in the near future , if I could just convince myself I really was as special as my writing made me seem, or feel, simply reading it myself, or having chosen a carefully select few to read it. I was, indeed, a genius: the problem was, geniuses and writers particularly up to then had been notoriously famous for dying alone, penniless and undiscovered, and very often—by our own hands. Eleven since, I left Hell, and been in Heaven since I'm heaven sent I burn incense —A CROSS DIMENSIONAL PARALLEL REALITY. The taste of bile filled my mouth and sat on the back of my tongue as I tried to avoid the inevitability of swallowing it; it had all been worth it—the train to Hollywood had not altogether been as horrible as it usually was on The Expo—and as I rode 9 stops exactly into my old stomping grounds, I exited the Hollywood and Vine metro station to a nostalgic and familiar territory; this is where my Hollywood story had started, and had apparently yet to end, as I swept the Walk of Fame in a way I supposed I never had, the shadow of my old self following not behind, but directly overhead; I was, indeed, just a ghost. I ended up at Amoeba Music, hair dripping wet, and, though I had yet to eat in a couple of days, not feeling as if I had quite done a proper workout, rushed in the final hour to Hollywood, as the downtown location had been closed; Fine by me, as I was over and done with the downtown atmosphere altogether, and though I wasn't a particular fan of the new Amoeba Music location, I had felt a close calling to go to Hollywood that day, even before I knew I would have to—and ending up there anyway seemed to be another synchronicity indeed. ‘Spend it on something you love.' The voice had said, perhaps just my own—but not sounding anything at all like my own internal dialogue. No, this voice seemed entirely more divine, and so I took it as such, and was careful not to spend any of the carefully collected and specially marked dollar bills on anything I absolutely didn't love—and though I was terrified of the overall outcome of everything—now jobless, or rather, without secured income—my job having become myself in the process of writing, making music, and improving my physique to its peak performance and physical fitness, I had been careful not to spend any money at all on anything I absolutely didn't need. However, I did need music after all, and loved it more than anything, besides my own son—who did at least ask about me, after all, according to my estranged ex, who I had shielded myself from entirely, changing my name, my number, and my location for my own safety and peace of mind, rather than for aesthetic reasons, as anyone might have thought. But really, no one might have thought at all, as I was careful to leave everyone and everything behind that had come with my birth name, besides my father, my son, and my beloved Auntie, who I still allowed to call me “Cree”, though I had at least hinted at at an aycronym of my new name, giving her my address in case of emergency, or any other reason. But, I hadn't enough money to pay my mailbox, and so even that was irrelevant, as everything was. Suicide By Cop. Maybe. Idk. Look: the tinier you are—the bigger my dick seems. I get it. So be tiny. I like cereal. I like cake. I like cookies. I like shakes. So you know what. What. That's okay. REAPER Give me my scythe, Billie. BILLIE ELLISH It's a miniature scythe. REAPER Yeah—my—miniature scythe. BILLIE ELLISH It's mine now. REAPER No, it's not— BILLIE ELLISH But—you gave it to me. REAPER It came with the job. BILLIE ELLISH The job sucked! REAPER I know that! “LIL' BITZ” I'm just mildly concerned that LAPD squad cars are still 1995 crown Vic's. Like: how do you even catch sometime in a mazzerati? The guy who drives a mazzeratti's like: hah. You don't. You know what it is You know what it is— You know what it is That's the business Comin in hot, like a chicken wing This ain't Toy Story—got no friend in me, You feelin me? Cold as Minnesota, I'm the ice queen Nice bling— Hollywood should buy this bitch a wedding ring Amphetamine Trick, you're a half, I'm the whole thing Whole Foods market, gotta own me No mink coat, I'm a vegan, Hocus Pocus, I'm three witches Okay, from the top Hello? This is Hollywood calling; We want the festival project We just wrote up the contract Come get your deposit: You're nominated for an Oscar Your Star On The Walk looks Awesome it's On Us Yeah? That's what's up I'll come up I'll come up I'll come up Say what's up That's my shite; I'm rep in the festival project Ya'll like “what's that?” I'll tel you all about it,—that's Coming up next Oh yeah, Oh yeah Tune in I'm On Welcome to your Hollywood life The good life Good life Welcome to the Hollywood life That's right That's right Welcome to your Hollywood life The good life Good life Welcome to the Hollywood life That's right That's right They call me young Hollywood, They robbed me good in Santa Monica And I so I got no address yet; But I'm coming up like one direction I just checked my reflection like: Mirror mirror on the wall I gotta go Hollywood's callin And I don't do this often Only when o bless the red carpet Comin in hot, like a chicken wing Call me Toy Story— got a friend in me, You feelin me? On the big screen livin out my dreams, I wrote my scenes, the Hollywood life: I neee I ride by On a tomeline I write, I like My nice things. The life I lead, Is ritghteous, I defy my means Applied IT, I might be AI, Fine my me; Cause all I see Is light I like, And I'm liking my Hollywood life, I think. It's just some Hollywood shit Isn't it fabulous This is some Hollywood shiy Isn't it fabulous You know what it is You know what it is— You know what it is That's the business One door close. Then another door opens So sick flow, go home with a cold then Woah, Hoe—cold like some snow boots Pants so big, I can parachute (PARIS SHOOT) Hoes look fake, like a blow up doll Harlem shake, i'm bout to blow up ya'll We think we may have found your home planet. Oh, you think? Look at this. [DUFF views the distant soarkling object through the telescope lens, squinting.] Is that it?! I don't know… [Suddenly, as DIFF begins to focus on the planet; a high pitched ring only DUFF seems to hear strikes her away from the telescope, writhing in pain.] Woah, what happened?! Are you okay?! Is she okay?! [DUFF falls into a coma] What, no way. WhT is this. It's a show. WhTs it called. Idk. Shut up. You shut up. I'm watching —shhh! Call the doctor! MEANWHILE, IN HOLLYWOOD Girl. Hm. Look at these motherfuckets* Ooh, keep that. Wow. Huh. The entire reason for turning on my phone was to write about that experience. Which experience? I don't know, I've had like ten experiences since I walked into that door—and I wanted to write about all of them. Uh huh. But I lost it. You lost it? Not all of it. Well. Some of it. Which ones did you keep? The Good ones Oh shit, it's almost coming back to me Uh. First of all. —French people in love are cute. What. That shit is literally the cutest thing ever. French people—in love—speaking French. That shit is sexy Did you see his eyes? That's okay, Cree— I ‘That'll be enough. Ugh. Now, class— It's time for a sonnet, or synonym Senators, gentlemen— Get in your rhythm and trip to this; Cause it's about to get lit again: Call me illiterate, ignorant, negligent; Never irrelevant, disheveled or leveled since, This entrance is Heaven sent Evidence of everlasting natural intelligence That'll do. Okay. Let's break fast, I make gas, And bake snacks; I lay facts I slay slacks I'm maybacks You may ask Questions about the lesson, With a raised hand —okay class? . . . Oh— You forgot it was a lesson? Let me reflect and inspect, Resurrect the message just a bit— I'm the profession, If I ask, They answer “Yessir” I guess, er Thet yur just a jester Dunce hat on your ass Last, and rhe past semester, Ask my sweater: Your girl would probably wear it If I let her Oooh. Equinox+ (EP) Love brings me out of my shell; —I could love you, I I could love you, I Could love you, I Could love you, I love you I love you, I This isn't good for my health; If you don't love me,oh well — (I could love you, I) This is just passing the time, Count my dimes and, I'm wealthy, you build me up Shining, I wake you up Diamond of mine, I love you, I Love you I Do what I want most the time, Cause nothing else matters but Making you mine I, so what I want most the time I can't get out Out of my mind, Cause I love you I love you I, Wasting my time, I could love you but Nevermind Drunk, And I'm stumbling up to my apartment for The 30th time this month, My rent's due tomorrow, but I got it, Woah, I've got just enough Just to keep fuxkin up Getting fucked up And filling my cup Like it's something, But it's nothing, Not really Nothing, Not really Be good Work it out Come on Work it odd Be good Shake it off Work it out Come on Be good, Work it off, Work it out— Come on Be good Work it out Shake it off Come on — We all know There's a monster in there And it wants let out; All man, beware— Yeah We all know There's a monster in her— And, Someone will let it go Oh, Someone let it go Oh, no (oh yeah) Oh, no That's no good That's no good Oh no (Oh yeah) Oh no (Oh yeah!) No, no You just had to let it go You just had to let it go Oh, no! — I need time To rationalize my genius I can't write light this Alt right all white nationalists I can fantazize, right? I could die like this It's a damn good life What fucking time is it, anyway? Right? I can't rationalize, this Fascist rats at The Fashion district Bam, I had it— I had to get right, man I had to get God on my Mantras I fucked up tomorrow, I'm off in Toronto with problems And dogma— Who's dog is this Tied up at the Whole Foods market I tried it, I died in the in I can't idolize idols, man Cry, though, Dip my bicoff in Chiapas coffee All pissed off, Woah It's the wrong morning to wallow in Caught me off guard at the offering Sha, there's no mother here, No other one, You're wrong God, I stopped to cross at all of them, I suffered when I swallowed, Rah, What's wrong? I'm feeling solemn on my sodomist Wishes of This centrifugal —‘swimming with the fishes, Get it? Woah, It's a whole open world of Wizards and witches I wish I could ditch this —the center or attention is this city— That's Alex Tribec, for the record Fuck the TriBeCa fest Rest in Los Angeles Rest in peace Barbra Hah— I've got all of em This is an awful lot of mantras, Stars and Stripes. God; I lost it at the Oscar's, Turn me on, or off I'm all of it Or not What was the cost of this? An awful lot of mantras, stars, And crosswalks, To stop dead in the center of “I'm miserable That's Hollywood for you, God, That's Hollywood, That's where we dropped you off — Have you had enough, yet? How was is? Enough! I'm not even fully up yet! Fuck, It was loveless, All up in ashes, I told ya, That “fun is a friend of the devil “ Burn in sense, Just rub out the sense Have my lips on your hips, Just rotate, As the earth did, In difference, she has Impatience is his imperfection “Eventually,” She says, “I'll see him” He tends to agree, Within reason— Winter breezes and freedom, This season Envy leaves, But she's gonna get even Come in threes, And maybe, We'll see then. Come to the surface, Come up— Don't give up yet Give what you've got; Half a lung, And the other is under— Come on, Come up, Come all— Come, you're walking on water! No wonder they call for you On earth — (We've got a Hot One, for you) Have you ever wondered What's wrong with us all? Fuck— Hollywood's calling, I don't have my phone on me Hollywood called, But your voice Mail is full, What? I finally picked up; The message at the tone, Was in Morse code Billy fit the Playbill, I signed it “usnavi” Yo, You look just like me A sacrifice? A sacrifice, I said, I'm red, I'm jealous like I've never been That's right, blue eyes then Next lifetime Fu— They robbed me of all my art As a hobby Worshipped for All I've got Not a god yet, but Gotta be working on something That's all of it, Gotta be knocking it off, Full of gossip and God, I want love But it's not in the cards, huh New Joan Of Ark, Where's the war That you wanted Not enough talk, But I've done enough walking Gosh, Two thumbs up, All applause from the audience That what you wanted? Yeah! “God I want love but it's not in the cards yet” That's what you wanted? Yeah! That's what you wanted 10.60 2.94 7.75 Strange things happen when you change your vibration to Skrillex. It had been a fucking disasterous 24 hours l; not that I hadn't expected it to be, with Vegas in mind as the shithole capitol of the world, or at least the US, which was indeed turning to shit. Street after street filled with bodies, nearly dead but not—and not a care in the world at all by anyone who could help for the working class, nearly succumbed to poverty, or the homeless, by the millions in numbers rather than the mere thousands the false media portrayed as still an absolute crisis and state of emergency, however downplaying the numbers by millions, as they had already learned that the docile American public could be persuaded or made to move with numbers by the “pandemic”, a fear mongering new world order which had proved that almost no Americans could do math, or anything besides scroll and take selfies. GUESS WHAT DAY IT IS. Oh no. Not Skrillex Day, is it—? ITS SKRILLRX DAY, BIIITCH. Ugh. Fuck Yeah, you lil bitch. I'm spaced out, listing to Skrillex on sunset No shuffle I forgot about this one: It makes my lips numb This bitch dumb I'. Just a number! I don't really give a fuck ! If I had a Benz and blunt— I'd prob'ly roll my windows up Sunni with da big butt Come and get ya duck sucked I would say sunni blū But then I'd probably get some Crips up Ignorant indigenous ninjer Bendit like bender remember Send er a message when you get here Mister Fuck, I hate this. RULES OF TRAVEL ENTER THE MULTIVERSE SEASON 6 - ACT II I almost left my Elfbar in Raton, But I couldn't let go; It just held on. I had to leave my skateboard back at home , But now I'm gone. Now i'm gone Now I'm sick to my stomach, I didn't want this Now I'm so sick to my stomach; I didn't want it And all the non believers, And all the sinners, saints together on a train, wishing to be rich or famous; Freedom, Plain and simple *very scary music* I warned you; No bloodshed in LA. [A single drop of blood hits the pavement with a splash, in a vivid slow motion close up of the gritty Downto Los Angeles sidewalk] FLASHBACK; Have you ever heard of a blood oath? I knew something was wrong with that girl. It's not just that girl; It's this place. People do a lot of things to get by in LA. What is “get by” You're never gonna make it Well, then; I was never going to anyway–so it really doesn't matter. gal·lant adjective 1.(of a person or their behavior) brave; heroic."she had made gallant efforts to pull herself together" Similar: brave courageous valiant valorous bold plucky daring fearless intrepid heroic lionhearted stouthearted doughty mettlesome great-spirited honorable noble manly manful macho dashing daredevil death-or-glory undaunted unflinching unshrinking unafraid dauntless indomitable gutsy spunky ballsy have-a-go venturous Opposite: cowardly 2.(of a man or his behavior) giving special attention and respect to women; chivalrous."a gallant gentleman came over and kissed my hand" Similar: chivalrous gentlemanly courtly courteous respectful polite attentive gracious considerate thoughtful obliging mannerly gentle Opposite: discourteous rude nounARCHAIC /ɡəˈlant,ɡəˈlänt/ a man who pays special attention to women."he launches himself into a gallant's career of amorous intrigue" Similar: suitor wooer admirer worshipper beau sweetheart lover love beloved boyfriend young man man friend escort swain paramour verbARCHAIC /ɡəˈlant,ɡəˈlänt/ (of a man) flirt with (a woman)."Mowbray was gallanting the Polish lady" Gee' Moo had his hands all over me, which made me uncomfortable—but I had sworn solemnly to myself never to ‘tell' on any man again—and neither would I call them out, or make objections to their actions in any way; the age told story had always been ‘her word against mine ‘, making the woman or victim in question appear weak, and of course, untrustworthy—whatever that meant anyway, and not that any of his attempts were hostile, He knew I was openly celibate, and supposedly respected that—however, I just found it best to wholly keep him in the friend zone and keep the notion to myself, as he still seemed to have some kind of hope for something greater between us—and though I did consider him more than a friend, I considered him more like family than anything, his own blurred lines a shadow that had become too great to perhaps any longer be colegues—at least for now—especially that I was fleeing the US once more in complete secrecy—and though there had been some good work between the two of us, I wasn't equalling to his vibration anymore, his music sounded strange and off, and the words that would come to my mind were less easy than pushed or forced, and repetitive in sound and style. I knew that I was leaving, but had refused to tell anybody, especially Gee', who may have raised questions as to where I was going—something that seemed to be good to keep quiet entirely, as even earlier in the day I had tried to give my tour list to Equinox to see if I could bypass upgrading my membership to Destination by giving them a list of dates and cities I would visit and being given access to the visitors list in each city—I was however persuaded into not doing so and keeping my Desrination Stetus, as after attempting to give my home club my list of cities and dates, even against my own instinct and better judgement, the manager dawned a look in his eye that said “just lay low”, and as low as I could lay, I didn't know how long it would last with the onslaught of things I would have to do on my phone and computer over wifi during the long traveling time. Still, I wanted to travel lightly—and perhaps it was Divine intervention itself in the form of God when my $80 Nike backpack broke, leaving me scurrying for a new one that I could afford simply with the remaining balance on my gift card—luckily, I did find one that presumably fit my needs available for pickup, of course, even less high quality than the oversized “training” bag I had purchased just a few months before, not realizing that 32 Liters would be more than enough space, hard to fit under an airplane seat, and Ill-fitting the more petite I would become, or even as my weight fluctuated, just awkward looking in general—and though it was a very attractive bag, I had always thought it to be a little too ‘loud' and ostentatious, though I had become attracted somehow after being unable to return it as I had thought to when I had first ordered it, receiving the bag just before leaving Las Vegas, which I would return to the following day to retrieve the drum machine I had pawned as a matter of absolute survival. The best part about riding the train is… CUT TO: A firey plane crash CUT BACK TO You can't fall out of the sky. (Ya.) SHIA LA— Fuck it. SHIA IS “THE AIR MARSHALL” Ohh, what's this one about? Oh my God. I wasn't writing, and so I must have been in some way dead-I wasn't feeling even a whisp of inspiration, anymore—only annoyance, and slight suffering. The train to chugs I had gone all too quickly, and though I had started chipping away at some projects, there was nothing finished. Though the inhuman vibration and hostile tone of LA was long behind me, something did linger on a bit, perhaps in the form of love or some other feeling or attachment I had formed during my time there. I was, myself, vibrating differently— waving into a motion of the unknown, and not that it mattered what would happen anymore—I hadn't anything to love, or anything to lose, and so everything just seemed a wash entirely. I had never been so dejected in my life. Now I gotta do some Sunnï Blū shit. —Hurry. Hurry what. We gotta go, Oh. Oh Deng. Oh dang. What happened? No, that's just what planet they're from. Dang. That's tricky. New York— Ehrhm. You look good. Hm. You cleaned up. Ya. Nice. Yeah it is. Nice. I said that.. Stop incepting me. No. Stop this please please. Just stop sleeping. Okay. I wish you would die. I just did. WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE. idobntknow. SUNNI BLŪ I DO WHAT I WANT. Fuck, What. That's sunni Blu Okay? She does what she wants. That's not supacree Is it not? No. What happened? S/he chanxed. I'm a “they” –And this is how it all makes sense. What is this fucking place. “East” Ugh. Oh, there's Toronto. That makes sense. Ew. I know right. UGH. LOOK AT ALL THIS POOP. I know, huh. LOOK AT IT. Don't do maps on kx5. Should we “Earth” We should Earth. Ew. What dimension is this? Fucking sick–gross. This isnt Earth. This is Earth! What happened to it. *coughs* It seems some demonic force has taken over. *coughs* Ew. This is fucked up. Should we leave. NO! *coughs* I mean –yeah, but we should at least try to figure out what happened first. *coughs* First?! Or, later–maybe *coughs*coughs*coughs* Yeah, lets leave. FUCK. What, dude, guh I told you no deadmau5 on the train. No you didn't. I should have. I SHOULD HAVE KILLED THAT THING WHEN I SAW IT. How would you do that? THE DEADMAUS Go to sleep. K. Did you guys “Earth” Uh, yeah, but– Was it awesome? Uhm, no. No, dude. Why, what happened? We don't know. It was bad. “Adventure is allowing the unexpected to happen to you. Exploration is experiencing what you have not experienced before.” — Richard Aldington Schenectady Ahahaha Poughkeepsie lol what. All these are places. Yeah, I know. People live in these places . Oh My God. What. Where's Whole Foods? You need Jesus. Where's he at? JESUS CHRIST Timmy, this party is lit. TIMMY TURNER Yeah, thanks bro. JESUS CHRIST I love you. TIMMY TURNER (eaving) K that's weird. IT DOESN”T. What . MAKE ANY SENSE. I simulated this experience, in the construct of time In the confines of time and space—just to have this moment. Uh. Train—-To Deadmau5. [BLŪ Exercises Furiously] Train—To Deadmau5. [BLŪ boards the train hurriedly] SOMETIMES— I'm all wrapped up; Wrapped up in your love –But you never come for me I'm all wrapped up in your love Wonder what comes of it You never come for me I'm all wrapped up in your love; A half smile on my face; (l love you) Always thinking of you What else can I do, but To fee stupid Can't get over you, but As the sun comes up, I wander off, Remember us I guess it's a long walk Guess i'll just fall out of it About time… About that– I'm all wrapped up, yeah Wrapped up in your love Sonny Moore had inspired some of the greatest thing i had ever written in my time; and all with just one look–two eyes, and no words at all, began an infinite unravelling of words from God's hands and into my minds eye. Farro. …Your Majesty. I need help. Don't burden me with your woes. I beg your pardon? No, don't beg. LINDSAY LOHAN is sleeping FACE DOWN on the couch in SunnÏ Blū's Studio Lindsay, wake up. Mmfh. [Does not wake up. At all.] Lindsay. Mmf. Tequila. [Suddenly very awake, in fact; she has suddenly perked up with an amazing glow. ] *very serious knocks on the door* Oh shit. [suddenly, more drunk again] –oh shit. *three more knocks* Where's the tequila? SUNNÏ Ah, shit. Is that your lawyer, or your manager? Shit, maybe both. SUNNI. OPEN THE DOOR . –Might even be my agent, too. OPEN THE GODDAMN DOOR. (Both, in cheesy unison, tiny rock concert} I CHIMED IN WITH A HAVENT YOU PEOPLE EVER HEARD OF [Sunni opens the door. No, it's “closing the door– not “open the door” “The Goddamn door.” Right, Goddamit. –where's the tequila. Where it is– [Sunni points in a wayward direction; Lindsay stumbles morning-aftery into the booth. Eww–”morning aftery” Not like that. *addendum* [That Is, just to say that this scene takes place in the afterdays haze of a very –Very Holy Shit , God. What. You rule. [Lindsay enters the booth and uncaps a bottle of tequila so effing fancy, it hurts to look at.] So fucking fancy. Was that lindsay lohan? Yeah it is. It's still lindsay logan, Morgen– –It's ‘Morgan” –She's just over there now. Not “was” How are you even friends. FLASHBACK SUNNI BLU sup, Lindsay Lohan! LINDSAY LOHAN sup. Who are you? SUNNI BLU I'm Sunni Blū LINDSAY LOHAN LIKE—the rapper. SUNNI BLU Not “like”. Am. LINDSAY LOHAN tight. SUNNI BLU. Sup. LINDSAY LOHAN Sup. SUNNI BLU I heard you like to party. LINDSAY LOHAN I like to party. SUNNI BLU —and, you DJ. LINDSAY LOHAN Oh yeah, huh! I was a DJ once. SUNNI BLU so was I. CUT BACK TO: SUNNI BLU now we're besties. I might be trapped in this hell, here, I figure But it's over when it's over, I cannot live here, Or anywhere Here's my liver; All he needed was a sliver, the silver lizard But I have him the whole thing The whole thing The whole thing I swallowed the whole world whole, once And now it all happens, Over and over; A simple digestion And I've got no questions left No intuition, either No black characters, No brown eyes; I hate my life I hate my life Blonde is good, And redheads are nice; I hate my life I hate my life ‘Rich white peope are so fucking nasty sometimes' I had the best and the worst of it at Equinox, and while I considered it a miracle that I had even come so far, as to consider luxury fitness a priority and absolute necessity, even forgoing eating what I wanted or other comforts in paying my gym dues, now I had given myself what I thought to be the opportunity of a lifetime—it was on my bucket list, at least last time I checked, to visit Equinox in every city the chain had locations—and having put all my time and every fiber of my being into just ‘staying afloat', my idea of ‘living a little' was to workout as much as possible, while I still could—-as money was well beyond running dry just out or the sheer expense of traveling—or now—“touring”, as I would consider it, using my music as a means of not appearing homeless and destitute, and using my podcast as a medium for its promotion—though, I still didn't know where my listeners or downloads were coming from, and my Spotify, the last I had checked, had “0 monthly listeners” it was beginning again to be clear how much the United States hated black people, for whatever reason— and how privelege and power had overtaken even the best people's better senses. Humanity was slipping away—and so was I; the best I could do was to make my body as comfortable to live in as possible, and for whatever reason, I was drawn to Equinox to do so. Anandar or someone like her had once said, the key to being rich, is to spend money like you're rich, no matter the amount of money you had—knowing that in doing so, your money would multiply tenfold. I had never done so before, but between Equinox and my food stamps being stolen, the amount of money I had been draining myself of did indeed make me feel and look as if I had endless disposable income—and perhaps I did somehow—somewhere in the near future , if I could just convince myself I really was as special as my writing made me seem, or feel, simply reading it myself, or having chosen a carefully select few to read it. I was, indeed, a genius: the problem was, geniuses and writers particularly up to then had been notoriously famous for dying alone, penniless and undiscovered, and very often—by our own hands. Eleven since, I left Hell, and been in Heaven since I'm heaven sent I burn incense The taste of bile filled my mouth and sat on the back of my tongue as I tried to avoid the inevitability of swallowing it; it had all been worth it—the train to Hollywood had not altogether been as horrible as it usually was on The Expo—and as I rode 9 stops exactly into my old stomping grounds, I exited the Hollywood and Vine metro station to a nostalgic and familiar territory; this is where my Hollywood story had started, and had apparently yet to end, as I swept the Walk of Fame in a way I supposed I never had, the shadow of my old self following not behind, but directly overhead; I was, indeed, just a ghost. I ended up at Amoeba Music, hair dripping wet, and, though I had yet to eat in a couple of days, not feeling as if I had quite done a proper workout, rushed in the final hour to Hollywood, as the downtown location had been closed; Fine by me, as I was over and done with the downtown atmosphere altogether, and though I wasn't a particular fan of the new Amoeba Music location, I had felt a close calling to go to Hollywood that day, even before I knew I would have to—and ending up there anyway seemed to be another synchronicity indeed. ‘Spend it on something you love.' The voice had said, perhaps just my own—but not sounding anything at all like my own internal dialogue. No, this voice seemed entirely more divine, and so I took it as such, and was careful not to spend any of the carefully collected and specially marked dollar bills on anything I absolutely didn't love—and though I was terrified of the overall outcome of everything—now jobless, or rather, without secured income—my job having become myself in the process of writing, making music, and improving my physique to its peak performance and physical fitness, I had been careful not to spend any money at all on anything I absolutely didn't need. However, I did need music after all, and loved it more than anything, besides my own son—who did at least ask about me, after all, according to my estranged ex, who I had shielded myself from entirely, changing my name, my number, and my location for my own safety and peace of mind, rather than for aesthetic reasons, as anyone might have thought. But really, no one might have thought at all, as I was careful to leave everyone and everything behind that had come with my birth name, besides my father, my son, and my beloved Auntie, who I still allowed to call me “Cree”, though I had at least hinted at at an aycronym of my new name, giving her my address in case of emergency, or any other reason. But, I hadn't enough money to pay my mailbox, and so even that was irrelevant, as everything was. Look: the tinier you are—the bigger my dick seems. I get it. So be tiny. I like cereal. I like cake. I like cookies. I like shakes. So you know what. What. That's okay. REAPER Give me my scythe, Billie. BILLIE ELLISH It's a miniature scythe. REAPER Yeah—my—miniature scythe. BILLIE ELLISH It's mine now. REAPER No, it's not— BILLIE ELLISH But—you gave it to me. REAPER It came with the job. BILLIE ELLISH The job sucked! REAPER I know that! I'm just mildly concerned that LAPD squad cars are still 1995 crown Vic's. Like: how do you even catch sometime in a mazzerati? The guy who drives a mazzeratti's like: hah. You don't. You know what it is You know what it is— You know what it is That's the business Comin in hot, like a chicken wing This ain't Toy Story—got no friend in me, You feelin me? Cold as Minnesota, I'm the ice queen Nice bling— Hollywood should buy this bitch a wedding ring Amohetemime Trick, you're a half, I'm the whole thing Whole Foods market, gotta own me No mink coat, I'm a vegan, Hocus Pocus, I'm three witches Okay, from the top Hello? This is Hollywood calling; We want the festival project We just wrote up the contract Come get your deposit: You're nominated for an Oscar Your Star On The Walk looks Awesome it's On Us Yeah? That's what's up I'll come up I'll come up I'll come up Say what's up That's my shite; I'm rep in the festival project Ya'll like “what's that?” I'll tel you all about it,—that's Coming up next Oh yeah, Oh yeah Tune in I'm On Welcome to your Hollywood life The good life Good life Welcome to the Hollywood life That's right That's right Welcome to your Hollywood life The good life Good life Welcome to the Hollywood life That's right That's right They call me young Hollywood, They robbed me good in Santa Monica And I so I got no address yet; But I'm coming up like one direction I just checked my reflection like: Mirror mirror on the wall I gotta go Hollywood's callin And I don't do this often Only when o bless the red carpet Comin in hot, like a chicken wing Call me Toy Story— got a friend in me, You feelin me? On the big screen livin out my dreams, I wrote my scenes, the Hollywood life: I neee I ride by On a tomeline I write, I like My nice things. The life I lead, Is ritghteous, I defy my means Applied IT, I might be AI, Fine my me; Cause all I see Is light I like, And I'm liking my Hollywood life, I think. Nice bling— Hollywood should buy this bitch a wedding ring Amohetemime Trick, you're a half, I'm the whole thing Whole Foods market, gotta own me No mink coat, I'm a vegan, Hocus Pocus, I'm three witches It's just some Hollywood shit Isn't it fabulous This is some Hollywood shiy Isn't it fabulous Comin in hot, like a chicken wing This ain't Toy Story—got no friend in me, You feelin me? Cold as Minnesota, I'm the ice queen Nice bling— Hollywood should buy this bitch a wedding ring Amohetemime Trick, you're a half, I'm the whole thing Whole Foods market, gotta own me No mink coat, I'm a vegan, Hocus Pocus, I'm three witches You know what it is You know what it is— You know what it is That's the business One door close. Then another door opens So sick flow, go home with a cold then Woah, Hoe—cold like some snow boots Pants so big, I can parachutes Hoes look fake, like a blow up doll Harlem shake, i'm bout to blow up ya'll We think we may have found your home planet. Oh, you think? Look at this'd [DUFF views the distant soarkling object through the telescope lens, squinting.] Is that it?! I don't know… [Suddenly, as DIFF begins to focus on the planet; a high pitched ring only DUFF seems to hear strikes her away from the telescope, writhing in pain.] Woah, what happened?! Are you okay?! Is she okay?! [DUFF falls into a coma] What, no way. WhT is this. It's a show. WhTs it called. Idk. Shut up. You shut up. I'm watching —shhh! Call the doctor! DUFF! What's your name again? …Are you serious? No, I'm kidding. (No, I actually forgot what I named this character) I think it's “Joel” I doubt that. What was it. Idk, moving on. …did you forget? Yeah, I forgot. It's okay! Yeah, I guess. We found you!! Yeah. Sorry we destroyed the planet— —only like half. It's totally destroyed. It was like that before you guys landed. —? Just Trust me. Why does it look like somebody turned you upside down? I was “paralyzed” What's that mean? It happens here. That sounds horrible. This place sucks. It's really far. Girl. Hm. Look at these motherfuckets* Ooh, keep that. Wow. Huh. The entire reason for turning on my phone was to write about that experience. Which experience? I don't know, I've had like ten experiences since I walked into that door—and I wanted to write about all of them. Uh huh. But I lost it. You lost it? Not all of it. Well. Some of it. Which ones did you keep? The Good ones Oh shit, it's almost coming back to me Uh. First of all. —French people in love are cute. What. That shit is literally the cutest thing ever. French people—in love—speaking French. That shit is sexy Did you see his eyes? That's okay, Cree— I ‘That'll be enough. Ugh. Now, class— It's time for a sonnet, or synonym Senators, gentlemen— Get in your rhythm and trip to this; Cause it's about to get lit again: Call me illiterate, ignorant, negligent; Never irrelevant, disheveled or leveled since, This entrance is Heaven sent Evidence of everlasting natural intelligence That'll do. Okay. Let's break fast, I make gas, And bake snacks; I lay facts I slay slacks I'm maybacks You may ask Questions about the lesson, With a raised hand —okay class? . . . Oh— You forgot it was a lesson? Let me reflect and inspect, Resurrect the message just a bit— I'm the profession, If I ask, They answer “Yessir” I guess, er Thet yur just a jester Dunce hat on your ass Last, and rhe past semester, Ask my sweater: Your girl would probably wear it If I let her Oooh. Equinox+ (EP) Love brings me out of my shell; —I could love you, I I could love you, I Could love you, I Could love you, I love you I love you, I This isn't good for my health; If you don't love me,oh well — (I could love you, I) This is just passing the time, Count my dimes and, I'm wealthy, you build me up Shining, I wake you up Diamond of mine, I love you, I Love you I Do what I want most the time, Cause nothing else matters but Making you mine I, so what I want most the time I can't get out Out of my mind, Cause I love you I love you I, Wasting my time, I could love you but Nevermind Drunk, And I'm stumbling up to my apartment for The 30th time this month, My rent's due tomorrow, but I got it, Woah, I've got just enough Just to keep fuxkin up Getting fucked up And filling my cup Like it's something, But it's nothing, Not really Nothing, Not really Be good Work it out Come on Work it odd Be good Shake it off Work it out Come on Be good, Work it off, Work it out— Come on Be good Work it out Shake it off Come on — We all know There's a monster in there And it wants let out; All man, beware— Yeah We all know There's a monster in her— And, Someone will let it go Oh, Someone let it go Oh, no (oh yeah) Oh, no That's no good That's no good Oh no (Oh yeah) Oh no (Oh yeah!) No, no You just had to let it go You just had to let it go Oh, no! — I need time To rationalize my genius I can't write light this Alt right all white nationalists I can fantazize, right? I could die like this It's a damn good life What fucking time is it, anyway? Right? I can't rationalize, this Fascist rats at The Fashion district Bam, I had it— I had to get right, man I had to get God on my Mantras I fucked up tomorrow, I'm off in Toronto with problems And dogma— Who's dog is this Tied up at the Whole Foods market I tried it, I died in the in I can't idolize idols, man Cry, though, Dip my bicoff in Chiapas coffee All pissed off, Woah It's the wrong morning to wallow in Caught me off guard at the offering Sha, there's no mother here, No other one, You're wrong God, I stopped to cross at all of them, I suffered when I swallowed, Rah, What's wrong? I'm feeling solemn on my sodomist Wishes of This centrifugal —‘swimming with the fishes, Get it? Woah, It's a whole open world of Wizards and witches I wish I could ditch this —the center or attention is this city— That's Alex Tribec, for the record Fuck the TriBeCa fest Rest in Los Angeles Rest in peace Barbra Hah— I've got all of em This is an awful lot of mantras, Stars and Stripes. God; I lost it at the Oscar's, Turn me on, or off I'm all of it Or not What was the cost of this? An awful lot of mantras, stars, And crosswalks, To stop dead in the center of “I'm miserable That's Hollywood for you, God, That's Hollywood, That's where we dropped you off — Have you had enough, yet? How was is? Enough! I'm not even fully up yet! Fuck, It was loveless, All up in ashes, I told ya, That “fun is a friend of the devil “ Burn in sense, Just rub out the sense Have my lips on your hips, Just rotate, As the earth did, In difference, she has Impatience is his imperfection “Eventually,” She says, “I'll see him” He tends to agree, Within reason— Winter breezes and freedom, This season Envy leaves, But she's gonna get even Come in threes, And maybe, We'll see then. Come to the surface, Come up— Don't give up yet Give what you've got; Half a lung, And the other is under— Come on, Come up, Come all— Come, you're walking on water! No wonder they call for you On earth — (We've got a Hot One, for you) Have you ever wondered What's wrong with us all? Fuck— Hollywood's calling, I don't have my phone on me Hollywood called, But your voice Mail is full, What? I finally picked up; The message at the tone, Was in Morse code Billy fit the Playbill, I signed it “usnavi” Yo, You look just like me A sacrifice? A sacrifice, I said, I'm red, I'm jealous like I've never been That's right, blue eyes then Next lifetime Fu— They robbed me of all my art As a hobby Worshipped for All I've got Not a god yet, but Gotta be working on something That's all of it, Gotta be knocking it off, Full of gossip and God, I want love But it's not in the cards, huh New Joan Of Ark, Where's the war That you wanted Not enough talk, But I've done enough walking Gosh, Two thumbs up, All applause from the audience That what you wanted? Yeah! “God I want love but it's not in the cards yet” That's what you wanted? Yeah! That's what you wanted 10.60 2.94 7.75 Strange things happen when you change your vibration to Skrillex. It had been a fucking disasterous 24 hours l; not that I hadn't expected it to be, with Vegas in mind as the shithole capitol of the world, or at least the US, which was indeed turning to shit. Street after street filled with bodies, nearly dead but not—and not a care in the world at all by anyone who could help for the working class, nearly succumbed to poverty, or the homeless, by the millions in numbers rather than the mere thousands the false media portrayed as still an absolute crisis and state of emergency, however downplaying the numbers by millions, as they had already learned that the docile American public could be persuaded or made to move with numbers by the “pandemic”, a fear mongering new world order which had proved that almost no Americans could do math, or anything besides scroll and take selfies. GUESS WHAT DAY IT IS. Oh no. Not Skrillex Day, is it—? ITS SKRILLRX DAY, BIIITCH. Ugh. Fuck Yeah, you lil bitch. I'm spaced out, listing to Skrillex on sunset No shuffle I forgot about this one: It makes my lips numb This bitch dumb I'. Just a number! I don't really give a fuck ! If I had a Benz and blunt— I'd prob'ly roll my windows up Sunni with da big butt Come and get ya duck sucked I would say sunni blū But then I'd probably get some Crips up Ignorant indigenous ninjer Bendit like bender remember Send er a message when you get here Mister Fuck, I hate this. RULES OF TRAVEL Always leave things better than you found it. Well, I feel better, Thanks , God. Yep, no problem. Okay. *lays down momentarily* [half beat] Back to Work. [Suddenly Getting Up] OkayZ. Do ya'll remember—the time on the train. “ damn, I shoulda saw that movie with Carmella. This is hilarious. Watch. Agh, God. What is it. Now it's the hard part; I gotta do some technical shit. Mm. Like what: Put it on the net. don't. Uh. Too late, bitch. ::||pause. is this train gonna go. Is it. Innit. K. [train starts moving] Hm. I lost the thought, In awe of it all— The saga I wrote, and The words that would fall, All around me; The words that I saw, And the words that had found me The words that I was, And could not be without being Unh. That'll do. Lol what is up with this train. CONDUCTOR. Yo, it's me. Who the fuxk is this. What is this operation. Lol. Damn, what . 3D has its perks This is way beyond 3D. I know. bitch. **shh, don't cuss. What. It's for the kidsZ No, it isn't. It's for the kiddzzz. What. No. Yes: NoS For thee kids. So I turn 30 and my body keeps reminding me that I'm a baby machines Okay: What. Ew, that's gross. Lol. Only cause she's 30. What. Agism: it's real. EVERYTHING IS REAL. What. Uh. RAIL. —WHAt— —RAIL— Damn. … Zzz … SUPACREEA* is seated on the LOUNGE car in COACH. Don't capitalize coach. YOU're IN COAH. Oh hell yeah. What's in there. Not you. Okay, I'll be SUPACREE A, And you'll be SUPACREE B. Okay. You're not gonna disagree to being ‘B' instead of A, like me? I am you. I don't care. Fine. . . . I want to be SUPACREE B No take backs. SUPACREE A and SUOACREE B are DUPLICATES. DAMN, YOU DUPLICATED? Not on purpose! DAMN. This goes beyond shapeshiftig. I didn't know you could do that. I could do that. Oh. ‘Oh' Ugh I got this feeling in my soul— —I got this stone inside my palm— I got this pulling in my heart— —i feel like you could be the one; But you're gone, now Gone, gone, gone Gone gone, gone Gone, gone, gone Gone, gone, gone —and when there's no where left to run; —and there's no need to wander off— —and there is no one left to love— I guess I'll see you when you're gone Gone, gone, gone Gone gone, gone Gone, gone, gone Gone, gone, gone I'm gonna go ahead and take this on. Oh, God, No! —not because I want to; But why, then?! Because I gotta. You came a long way, kid. Where am I now? Oh, you're still nowhere. ITS NO FAIR. Life isn't fair, Amanda. But MoooooOO0000M. NO. BUT MO— NO—no SUPACREE show tonight! But— I told you, clean your room. I don't know what I am. You're a fairy. Pretty scary fairy. It'll do, though. WANDA. NO. COME, ON, WANDA NO. WANDA, COME ON. WAKANDA FOR— No, no black Panther. What, why not? That movie's racist. Wha-?! CUT TO: I didn't want to do it this way, kid. Who are you? The crypt keeper. Oh. Yeah. Am I Dead? Yeah. Wow. Yeah. Hm. Yep. Can I see your scythe? You wanna see? Yeah, it's nice— *SCYLCE!* Lol. AOh my god AAAAHHHHHJH—Drake BELL. Don't worry, he's an ansolary character. Wat. Kinda. Damn. Season 6 is on FIRE THE HOLLYWOOD PEOLPLE ahem. Hollywood is on fire. SUPACREE WHELP. I'm out. No, don't go. SKRILLEX DONT LEAVE ME LIKE THIS. SONNY Fuck it, I'm in Korea. Or Thailand, or whatever. Something like that. “Something like that.” Ahem. Where's Dillon Francis. LITERALLY FUCKING EVERYONE FUCK DILLON FRANCIS. Damn. YeH, that. Well, God forbid anything actually happens to that guy. GOD I don't forbid anything. It's a free world. AHAHAHAHHAHA AHAHAHAHAHJAHAHJJA AHAHAHHA STOP. What. Go back. WhT. For. Just. Go back. For what. I thought I saw somethings Something like what. Something. Just. Ugh. JUST REWIND. SUPACREE has replaced the remote with THE SYNETHESIA PANEL MINI *life itself rewinds

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Ça se passe en novembre 1926, juste avant la fête de Thanksgiving, célébrée le dernier jeudi du mois de novembre aux États-Unis. On y mange la fameuse dinde et la tradition veut que le président américain en gracie une. Sauf que cette année-là, ce n'est pas une dinde que le président Calvin Coolidge va recevoir mais un raton laveur. Les Grosses Têtes vous proposent de découvrir ou redécouvrir le nouveau podcast de Florian Gazan. Dans "Ah Ouais ?", Florian Gazan répond en une minute chrono à toutes les questions essentielles, existentielles, parfois complètement absurdes, qui vous traversent la tête. Un podcast RTL Originals. Découvrez la page Facebook Officielle des "Grosses Têtes" : https://www.facebook.com/lesgrossestetesrtl/ Retrouvez vos "Grosses Têtes" sur Instagram : https://bit.ly/2hSBiAo Découvrez le compte Twitter Officiel des "Grosses Têtes" : https://bit.ly/2PXSkkz Toutes les vidéos des "Grosses Têtes" sont sur YouTube : https://bit.ly/2DdUyGg

Ça se passe en novembre 1926, juste avant la fête de Thanksgiving, célébrée le dernier jeudi du mois de novembre aux États-Unis. On y mange la fameuse dinde et la tradition veut que le président américain en gracie une. Sauf que cette année-là, ce n'est pas une dinde que le président Calvin Coolidge va recevoir mais un raton laveur. C'est une certaine Vinnie Joyce, fervente admiratrice du président, qui lui envoie un raton laveur vivant. À l'époque, ce petit animal est "un incontournable de la gastronomie américaine". Manger du raton laveur ne choque personne à l'époque. Mais ce n'est pas au goût du président Coolidge et il décide de l'adopter avec sa femme Grace.

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The Line Opinion Panel discusses the troubling news that both the Hermit's Peak and Calf Canyon fires began as prescribed burns conducted by the U.S. Forest Service. The Panel also touches on new concerns over the burn scar left by the fire. Experts say it could lead to disastrous flash flooding once monsoon season comes around. The Line Opinion Panel also discusses the economic implications of a potential interstate that would cut through New Mexico. The international trade route would stretch from Laredo, Texas, connecting to I-25 in Raton, New Mexico. In Clovis, N.M., Art Schaap of Highland Dairy has had to euthanize more than 3,500 dairy cows contaminated with toxic chemicals from Cannon Air Force Base. New Mexico Environment Department Secretary James Kenney talks about the pollution—and about the cow carcasses, which must be treated as “hazardous waste” because of the high levels of PFAS that remain in them. Warning: graphic content. Line Host: Gene Grant Line Opinion Panelists: Algernon D'Ammassa, reporter, Las Cruces Sun-News Sophie Martin, attorney Diane Snyder, former NM State Senator Correspondent: Laura Paskus Guest: James Kenney, secretary, New Mexico Environment Department For More Information: The Struggle for PFAS Pollution Accountability Art Schaap's Dairy Dilemma Former Cannon Firefighter Kevin Ferrara Talks PFAS Contamination Groundwater War: Reporters on the Challenges of Covering PFAS Forest Officials: Dormant Prescribed Burn Caused Calf Canyon Fire – Santa Fe New Mexican NM Wildfire Burn Scar has Forest Officials Worried – Western Slopes Now NM May Get New Interstate Highway - KRCC --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/nmif/message

Brady Allinson and I (Morgun King) recap the King of Coal Canyon AG Cup qualifier match that was in Raton, NM. This match ended up being the hardest match we both have ever shot, which is a bold statement that neither of us throw out there loosely. The targets averaged just over 1 MOA (.4 Mrad/1.3 MOA), which is small for any PRS style match. Michael Beemer and Derek Love, did an incredible job of making the match very difficult and at the same time extremely consistent. This made for a challenge, but it was fair and fun. I enjoy matches that make you earn each point. In my opinion they are always the most rewarding and generate the most learning. 

Preached from the pulpit of Valley Bible Baptist Church.

With the dust just about settling following a crazy last 10 minutes on Saturday, Joshua and Paul do their best to try and break down the famous derby comeback versus Villa in the company of Teddy Eley. The trio also go on to preview the upcoming away trip to Leeds for the next EPL fixture. David Geckle from Baltimore comes back on to give his take on Leeds currently. There's a ton of 'No Stupid Questions' this week - very player focused encompassing Marcal, impact on the Africa Cup of Nations, Fabio Silva, and our individual 'Mount Rushmore' of Wolves players from our era. We're across the social - Facebook & Twitter - @wlwpod and you can also email us hello@wholelottawolves.com - do this if you're interested in any of the supporter meet ups mentioned this week too. --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/wlwpod/support

On this episode of The Awake Podcast, we recommend you track down a box of tissues…stat! This conversation will move you to tears more than once as our friends open up about one of the most courageous acts of grace we've ever heard. Jim & Misty Richey are incredible leaders, friends, and ranchers. Yeah, that's right…they are ranchers in the Wetlands of New Mexico, *aka* Raton, NM and have spent the last decade plus dedicated to reaching people in their community. Richey ministries focuses on bringing the gospel through an annual 14-day tent revival. As leaders at The Lighthouse, they speak hope, faith, and love into people weekly. In addition to ministry work, they are thriving as the morally sound, kindhearted loving version of John Dutton and his family...in jest of course, the only similarity is their passion for family and the love they have for God's creation. Leading elk hunts and working the ranch is a family gig and while they are leading their ministry and, in their community, they are also raising up world changers in their family...with 5 kids and 9 grandkids. You can follow them at V7 Ranch and feel free to contribute to their projects at www.richeyministries.churchcenter.com. Be sure to share this episode with your friends and anyone who is struggling with forgiveness. This family knows first-hand about navigating hard things and seeing God's faithfulness on their life. You are going to LOVE this conversation with our friends Jim and Misty Richey! This episode was produced by Think Lab Studio. Sound mixing and editing by Think Lab Studio. Show notes by Cat Vizcaino. Hosted by Jen Miller and Cat Vizcaino. Distributed by Anchor to all your favorite podcast platforms. If you have a story that you need help telling, we want to hear from you! DM us on Instagram and like and follow us on Facebook and Twitter. Facebook: @theawakepodcast Instagram: @the_awake_podcast Twitter: @PodcastAwake Also be sure and check out our MERCH!!! Think Lab Studio: www.thinklabstudio.com Instagram: www.instagram.com/the_awake_podcast Facebook: www.facebook.com/theawakepodcast Twitter: www.twitter.com/PodcastAwake Merch: https://theawakepodcast.threadless.com --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/awakesisterhood/support