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The Avenger 45-06-22 (03) Rendevous with Murder

Trump so far is not delivering on his promised spike in deportations, but he is creating a permission structure where we lock up people without due process in a foreign gulag—and where masked, plainclothes officers in unmarked cars can grab an international student off the street because of her speech. Meanwhile, a Rolex-wearing Kristi Noem is shooting videos in front of people we've turned into hostages, the mainstream media is struggling to respond to the moment, we can't count on judges siding with the Constitution, Republicans refuse to be honest, and far too much of the public is not paying attention.  Jon Lovett joins Tim Miller. show notes FDR's "Rendevous with Destiny" speech

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When a night out ends in bloodshed for 23-year-old Navy veteran Raul Mendoza, Houston police have a lot of questions on their hands. But a tip from Raul's sister soon reveals that someone police have met before may hold the answers. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

The Avenger - Classic Radio Crime Drama Overview: "The Avenger" is an iconic old-time radio crime drama with two distinct series that captured audiences in the 1940s. The first series aired on WHN in New York City from July 18, 1941, to November 3, 1942. The second series was nationally syndicated from October 25, 1945, to April 18, 1946. It holds the distinction of being the first program distributed by the WHN Transcription Service, known previously for distributing commercials. Format and Characters: 1941–1942 Series: Main Character: Richard Henry Benson, a super-strength crime-fighter known as "The Avenger." Sidekick: Fergus "Mac" MacMurdie. Inspiration: Benson's character drew heavily from popular figures like The Shadow and Doc Savage, combining their traits to appeal to fans of those successful series. Promotion: In August 1941, WHN linked the radio show to Street and Smith's magazine, The Avenger, through eye-catching red posters displayed at newsstands. 1945–1946 Series: Main Character: Jim Brandon, a biochemist who becomes The Avenger. Innovations: Brandon uses a Telepathic Indicator and a Secret Diffusion Capsule to aid in his crime-fighting efforts. Comparison: This version was often seen as a budget-friendly counterpart to The Shadow, sharing similarities in narrative style and character traits. For instance, Brandon, like The Shadow, had a beautiful assistant, Fern Collier, who knew his true identity and helped him in his missions. Brandon also used "a black light of invisibility" and could interpret "thought flashes." Personnel: 1941–1942 Series: Main Role: Played by an unidentified New York actor, while Humphrey Davis portrayed Mac. Notable Cast: Bill Zuckert joined the cast in 1942, but his specific role was not disclosed. Director: Maurice Joachim. Writers: Paul Ernst (using the pseudonym Kenneth Robeson) and Henry Ralston. 1945–1946 Series: Lead Role: Initially played by James Monks, later replaced by Dick Janaver. Fern Collier: Played by Helen Adamson. Announcer: George Ansbro. Music: Provided by Doc Whipple. Producer: Charles Michelson. Writers: Included Gil Braun, Ruth Braun, and Walter Gibson (also the creator of The Shadow). Syndication: Distribution: Managed by Charles Michelson Inc. of New York City, which offered the series to stations across the country. Episodes: A total of 52 episodes were made available for syndication, as noted in the October 22, 1945, issue of Broadcasting. Dive into "The Avenger" to experience thrilling crime stories from the golden age of radio. Whether it's Richard Henry Benson or Jim Brandon, each brings their unique blend of heroism and innovation to the fight against crime. --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/dwight-allen0/support

Big E and Jason Byce owner of Byces Michihistrigan Campgroud talk about the upcoming rally going on June 13 -16th .   **** audio is not 100% Jason was outdoors on speaker phone while trying to get more campsites measured up.****

Bro there has better be a better drop after a monologue like that or I'm gonna be mad at myself for staring into space. (There wasn't.) STAY IN YOUR LANE, STARR THIS AINT A GAME, STARR YOU ARE A LAME, STARR— I AM A GANG-STAR FAME-STAR VAMPIRE FANG-STAR “Dang Starr, Is that your old lady?! YOU MUST'VE REALLY FUCKED UP, DAWG YOU GOT ME FUCKED UP, STARR WHAT'S UP STARR?! KILL YOU ON WORLDSTAR GOLDSTAR DON'T START LIKE THE ONLY CAR YOU OWN STARR WOAH, gotta go hit the road, Starr Choke on a pole, Starr So far Karma hit you sitting all alone Starr I'm not sorry! Got a scar on my eye And a scar on my heart! Gasoline and a spark Your whole hearse Just to watch you burn. Reverse the curse You worthless— Whoever her is Deserves ya, The only mother to you son Is the ONE WHO I AM DIE NOW I know it's been awhile but I still have flashbacks The train was Dragging my body Ten whole blocks Between two stops Before anyone noticed I jumped Not even the driver It was a long ride up It was a long ride back It was a long way there I took the wrong way out I took the long way home I took the long way gone I took took the long way around I took the local I took the local I took the local I took the local “Be careful of mirrors” Haven't looked in the mirror since Mirrored rocks and mirrored doors open. I was hoping… A split decusion, impulsive I jumped before I even thought of it Subtropics lol subtropics Ganja White Night Liquid Stranger Excision Space Laces Space Jesus Four Tet Clap tone Urban flora Marian Hill Blunts N Blondes Got most of these, still need a couple more albums to start my apprenticeship in dubstep. Lol “Bass music” The bellow of a faraway beast A far cry from where I belong I still haven't opened my eyes in a while A flash brings me back to the time As where I am Gone in the run of a mile (or Five of them) Don't call me home I don't wonder no more I'm going to work There's no knock at the door from here Don't try to pull it apart– it's all nonsense Went for a walk, I just haven't been back since It's been years It's been years It's been years; I'm still careful of years “that's all you get” The one love that went awry And awkward, I walk as if I were a toddler Persistence, perseverance Patience, the doctor said Patience, I've more than a doctor –I thought that was clever It's been forever It's been forever It's been a life lived, dear Don't you know you've so many more of them In morse code I said “Want to go home, I've been under the weather” I thought that was clever, Hence the umbrella I put a spell on him– But that's irrelevant Only time could tell But I don't tell him anything He put a spell on me, I was in Hell I guess I learned to spell again, Put the whole world in my head So that it would spin– But that's irrelevant I tend to spend all my time Sending messages into the infinite With no recollection of Anything other than What God wanted I've got no other friends But i've more patients than doctors (I thought that was clever) Persistence, perseverance Plenty of dead friends, and saints Full of patience and practice, The doctor said “I've never done anything like this” Which reminds me, I should be prying my mind open Trying to find someone that might Finance my tripumphs Instead of just crying and trying to find the right time To remind myself: I'm just as mad at my mind For unwinding And time, For fear of dying– As it seems like those around me are Fearful Of leaving here, So unaware that this Model is just one of Hundreds of thousands Just like it A passage of time So insignificant, Just the beginning of Something so infinite It's just forgettable Forgiveness Isn't Figurative Unless it's A punishment for Punching the clock Or Punching your wife Or Giving up easily– Rather, It's indifferent, I figured The world spins Because Its just In my head SEP FROM UNISON Hi. … Hello. SEP FROM UNISON Give me a dollar. … Ok. SEP FROM UNISON Nice. SEP FROM UNISON See ya later. *disappears, but definitely not for forever* … … … Oh good, you're here. Where is this. Your future. Oh? Here, put this on. What is this. Put it on. –okay? Nice *disappears, but probably forever* Huh. L E G E N D S “The Rabbit Hole” GARY. …yes? Did you take out the trash? Not yet. Well– DO THAT. …okay. GARY is a Janitor; he sometimes stares into space for long periods of time, daydreaming that he is a superstar DJ named KASKADE. GARY. He is not. He is a janitor. –sorry. It's a longshot How I loved that backlot Longer than time And I don't know why, but I've got my eyes closed, i'm Turning back time I'm back at Bob Hope Direct from LaGuardia I would take JFK to LAX But I've been next up Now i'm out front iPhone Cameras and Nikons I'm a Icon “Madonna's Falafels” JENNIFER ANNISTON Have another fucking fallafel, I swear. OH MY GOD. JENNIFER ANNISTON Go right ahead. IS THAT A GUN JENNIFER ANNISTON What does it look like? It looks like gun! *takes another bite* Unh… [JENNIFER ANNISTON fires a shot into the roof!] COME ON, THIS IS A RENTAL. [MADONNA comes down the stairs in a bathrobe–a cucumber pops off of one of her eyes.] MADONNA WHAT IS GOING ON. JENNIFER ANNISTON THUNDER THIGHS IS EATING A FALAFEL. MADONNA *eggagerated gasp* IS THAT MY FALLAFEL. I'M SO HUNGRY. *takes another bite* JENNIFER ANNISTON OH! MADONNA GIMMIE THAT GUN You're a sick Individual; And I don't care. You make my life difficult, And I don't care. I'll never be good enough; And I don't care Now it's so obvious; And I don't care It's so wrong All that I want from you; You're all I want– And all I've ever gotten It's funny, huh, How it all works out Around the world and back And I'm still the same as I ever was You're all I want, Because y're everything I'm not False flag I might throw in the towl I don't mean to brag but My mind is fowl I live in the gutter With less responsibility, I might be a part animal But– What you see is what you get (If you get me drunk, i'll suck your dic Till the sun comes up, And it sets again) Or was it acid My secret combination A flower in a garden Beg your pardon I got a hard on Honest Look, regardless of what you actually want, I'm going to be the most toxic thing that ever happened to you. Promise. Thats about the only promise i can make. Moe toxic than AIDS. You have AIDS. Anything can be arranged. You would do that just to spite me? I would do anything just to spite you, Dillon Francis. This is the worst. This is the worst, ever. EAT THE BRATWURST. NAAEEERR. EAAT THE SAUSAGE. NOOO–AAAHHH. JUST–EAT IT. AHHHHHHHH. This story takes forever to tell. Well, it's going to have to be less than forever. For what. WE DON'T HAVE TIME. This version of me likes everything spicy. That's it? That's the only difference? –and does a lot of cocaine. Oh. That's Nice. *snifs* nice . Hey. Hey. Hold this. *leaves* …haha. What, dude. I'm gonna kill you in your sleep. You wanna know what's fucked up? No. I have dirty little secrets no one should know about– –Christ– –And people know about them. I'm just gonna stay over here in the safezone. What “safezone”? This dude is about to blow you off the map. I'm making peace with this. Here, breakfast. What's in this. Eggs. What's going on. Nothing, Skrillex. Go back to bed. -_- Aw. That kid is cute. I know huh. TYLER. Lol. who the fuck is tyler. I don't know. TYLER, GET IN HERE. TYLER is a DILLON FRANCIS. [TYLER] Woah. Whaaat. Ah. What's in a name, anyway? That's it? That's the only difference. Yup. His name's “Tyler” He's fucking perfect. Yeah, except. TYLER! OH MY GOD. WHAT. DId you ever figure out what happened to the- No, not yet. DEADMAU5 I don't respect you. Aww. did you hear that? I heart that. deadmau5 doesn't respect me. that's sad. that is sad. I'm so sad. I'd be sad. now i'm sadmau5. lol So. Wait. Mmhmm. I'm–deadmau5. Yes. So that means. WHAT IS THIS CRISIS. I'm sorry, I'm trying. I really am. DADMAU5. What did you do. I dug up a lot of pasts. PASTS. And brought them to the present. Oh God. Oh Lord. Oh Jesus. I don't understand. Please, please stop this. I can't. It's happened. PART I: Skrillex left me stranded in New York. SKRILLEX I'M A GOD. PART II: Revenge. ME Revenge!? What revenge! I don't want revenge on Skrillex–It's SKRILLEX. SKRILLEX DIE MOTHERFUCKER. *dies* This dude has been winning for like 7 seasons straight. Make that 8. 8 Seasons Straight. Wait. What was that dream I had last night I hope she remembers. It was something important. Don't tell mom about this. Mom about what. [Explosion] OH MY GOD. Listen, i'm gonna try to hold this motherfucker down, for as long as I can– Do that. But eventually–it's going to get up and eat something–or everything–including me–because, well– [WORST DRAGON EVER] It's a dragon, and that's what it does. COELACANTH GROWLS Look. I can't keep feeding this thing bananas. I'm going broke. I'm pretty sure if you don't feed this thing bananas, whatever's going to happen is worse. What's worse than being broke in New York City. My God, you're right. Well. COELACANTH GROWLS AGAIN. That's it, buddy! NO more bananas COELACANTH ??? NO — MORE —- BANANAS. [the box is empty] See? What did you do. Nothin. WHAT DID YOU DO. Don't touch me. Why are you squinting like that. Uh. Cause I have eyes. You have a secret. Everyone has secrets. YOU'RE KEEPING A SECRET FROM ME. Alright, buddy. Alright, that's a synchronicity: i gotta go. Where are you going? To get some dick. EW. Arguably. That's gross. I'm–pretty gross. Ugh! See ya. Or not. Whatever. Sorry to say “I'm sorry” So, so Sonny doesn't love me, no more Okay I'll jus curl up under my Security blanket It's a curse, sure it is I write myself blank checks Jim Carrey me home (whatever that means) Cause I've been homeless so long And nobody wants me It's just a bee sting, But don't eat honey No worries I'm sorry to say “i'm sorry” So he don't love me, huh That's awful So what was it all for Homework Somehow, I just go back and forth That's the way to move forward Sure, it is–it's a curse *cough* a lovely photographer, Sorry I loved him before But it's awful now Take me home (Whatever that was) No worries I write myself blank checks Jim Carrey me home (whatever that means) Cause I've been homeless so long And nobody wants me It's just a bee sting, But don't eat honey No worries I've been under the radar famous Haven't been the same sense Same senses: six of them Don't even know what today is __ It's just a sex thing; I don't want the rest of you That she can have Your other less-than-half I still have a percentage (Nonsense) I still want to grab at your– (Aha) First things first, And last things last All of these past lives I get the last laugh If that's your first wife Good luck, getting it right God knows I tried God knows when I'm crying, And still doesn't like it So much for colorblind Automatic shades, and motorized blind What a lovely time to find A tie that binds Sugar and spice That's mild, Compared to your wild eyes And the trials I've Tested thorough lik vials (or, test tubes, right) That's the best cube, right The latest edition I've had my eye on It's just a distraction I haven't the slightest idea What an Ion is, Beyond science and mathematics, This magic campaign A pain in my ass, Dillon Francis That's what that is I left that Amethyst At your Grandma's. What. “To Gradmother's House We Go” I don't think this is a good plan– This is the plan. –at all. I don't wanna talk to Dillon's Grandma. Dillon Francis. Gross. Listen, that's the only way. But what if she's racist. She's a super old white lady. Of course she's racist. MEANWHILE, IN CROATIA [Speaking in croatian] Damn. This is fucked up. I think we went back too far. WAIT JUST A COTTON - PICKIN MINUTE. WHO'S COTTON- PICKING? Oh God, stop this. My eye is in the Sky– (My eye is in the sky) I'm always by your side My eye is in the sky YOu keep asking me what I want, Like I know the answer! Like, I know the answer– But like, you're not gonna like it, I mean you might, And I could try to divide by 5 To get the answer right, But not tonight I'm too busy dying I guess i”m a dick rider. Right, I'm just– A big writer, Provided I'm onto my idol Or icon Drawing on dollars, A white collar criminal It's simple This isn't my passion– But it's my talent; Whatever, I'll have to work at it Addition, subtraction (Erect, or dysfunctional) Truly poetic, but lets keep it classy I'm passing it on my my agent, He'll have a laugh at it. So it's been another ten years; Here we are, In the place that i built If you're so fond of me , How about you follow me Into the next life, Onward, and into the darkness Oh! You can see in the dark now? You succubus! Isolate all of us, Bring you up high till you fall down The irony is, I'm not ungrateful, I just feel as if I've slightly earned it (Just a little bit) Honest to God, I'm just a mediocre talen But at the very least, at the end of it I can just laugh and pretend It didn't happen Fellas, You ever been shit on by two women At the same time, (not literally– but , ust out o f curiosity, If i was being seriously literal, How many of you Would have still said yes, By a raise of hands? Or, lets just have all the Supersta DJs stand up (Every single fan would give you a hand job!) Just remember the guy holding The sign at Trader Joe's in the back of the store that says “The line starts here” doesn't get paid anymore Than the guy taking a nap in the bathroom Or the chick who's crying on her “Fuck it, I quit!” –But Hailey, we needed the second income Gotta start somewhere “–I just need a plunger” Better try elsewhere, bud It'll be well into next year, before I get anywhere with this Dillon Francis Shit. Fuck. I did it again I let my obsessions slip In the deadmau5, a false flag In the big relay race to Skrillex —and I can't image how backed up his inbox is with pictures of ass and tits on Anyday of the year, but especially, this– Happy Birthday, kid. Now where's the pinata? I oughtta wish him a bat to the head For the shit he said And he blasted that bathroom snapchat pic All over the internet It's all over the internet Better yet, I'm on the black market, I just bought it for a dollar I bet i could show you how wrong you are with just a remark Suck my balls, fart. That guy's a lot to handle. Didn't I start this off with something more poetic? I bet, but got stuck in a mousetrap I hope you're happy, you know Actually, I'm hoping it turns out tragic Haven't you ever run out of your magic? Wait, nobody has that. It was. All just. In. Your. Head. Wake. UP. Hey kid, What's the plan for tomorrow? (Hopefully more falafels, but probably not, thought) Uh, I gotta show up at the post office, *facepalm* Another Dillon Francis reference Forget I ever had instagram ( haven't yet So, what's the plan then? More bacon on my bacon. Okay, Mr. Miserable, I get we're incompatible, But i”m an animal, Or at least the bi-product of something Or somesuch Fuck it, I give all the way up. Hey kid, If i jump in front of a train (and don't make it) How am I gonna explain this? I almost forgot how When pretty girls turn evil They get ugly Huh I guess I should humble up and consider us equals huh hey satan I wish I could just – Forget it I wish i could just Forget it I wish i could just Forget it Any other kind of way, And i could go crazy on a day like this Okay, Dillon Francis. You have my blessing. I–what. You have my blessing. For what. You love this girl. CONT'D Then marry her. Wait, do what. So it's settled! Wait. You're getting married. DILLON FRANCIS IS ENGAGED. YES. whaaaaat . MAZEL TOV, MOTHERFUCKER. Wait. *CHAMPAGNE SHOWERS SELF* YESSSSSSSSS. ohmygod. Wait, why are you so happy? Because! *MORE CHAMPAGNE SHOWERS* Wow. What's going on. When Dillon Francis gets married, I get pizza. What's so special about pizza. CHEESE. Oh, so it's cheese, you want? Stop comin' up in my dreams, motherfucker! These are my dreams. Well, that's gross! Is it. Why are we we at McDonalds? When else am I gonna eat at McDonalds. You're right. I'm always right. Maybe that's why you're so miserable. Yeap, pretty much. Where's your head? In the shop. FLASHBACk: Ū stabs DEADMAU5 through the head with her SPEAR. That's it? It's just a “spear?” It doesn't have a cool name or anything like that? No, it literally only exists like, once. It's an ancillary rave weapon? No, it's–it's just a spear. (FROM THIS SCENE) Ū is sharpening a spear, unaasumingly, when deadmau5 casually walks in. What's that spear for? [Deadmau5 enters unassumingly] YAH. Ū dramatically jabs spear into the left eye of the mau5 helmet, precisely through the center of the ‘X', and consequently through his head it sparks and glitches, before turning ‘off', as his body begins bleeding profusely, dying against the wall. HOOOOO YOOOOOOO WHAT THE FUCK. *everyone is shocked*, but Ū seems unbothered entirely, if not bored. You killed deadmau5 Well, you asked. I asked why you had a spear! –And i demonstrated. OH MY GOD. Lol demon-strated. YOU KILLED DEADMAU5 Don't worry, he'll be back. Hi, yes, I'd like a large cheese pizza. What are you doing. Extra cheese. Sunni. What does it look like i'm doing. Ordering a pizza. Cause i'm ordering a pizza! Fuck! Hello. Yeah, sorry. Sunni. WHAT. SHUT UP. You're strictly vegan. Well, now i'm vegetarian. Shut up. sunni! What!? THE FUCK. It's in your contract. So is this. What. What. Do you want pizza? Sunni. Make that two pizzas. Sunni Yes, both extra cheese. Ok. Sunni. Shut up. Ok. Sunni SHUT UP. No not you! Apologies. Ok. Use the intercom. Peace. *hangs up* Fuck yeah. Fuck Dillon Francis. Sunni, what are you doing? I'm–going for a swim. In my pool. No, I mean. What. You have sponsorship with like 8 Stictly Pro-Vegan companies. I also have sponsorship with Walmart. WAL * MART That's not the point. What's the point? You're being avoidant. I–always avoid you. You have contracts! That's why I avoid you. With huge companies! Yeah, well. Tonight I'm having pizza in my hot tub. You can't just. Trust me, Maybel. IT's- I have another contract that I promise, overrides any other contract. Hands down. What's this got to do with Dillon Francis. NOTHIN. *phone rings* YO. Ugh. Yeah, Come over. Sunni! I ordered pizza. [later, in the hot tub] Nevermind, next scene! Ah NO! What! (Don't worry, I know how it goes.) “What do you want?” It's as if the entire universe was asking in tandem, in every way it could, what I really wanted–almost forcing me to recollect: what did I actually want? WHAT DO YOU WANT?! Well, for the most part, I wanted to live. Okay, you're alive. No, I promise, i'm dead as fuck. Well, if i'm dead, then, it doesn't really matter if I SHUT UP. What? JUST SHUT UP. Uhm. UGH. Before KA has even realized, KU has disappeared entirely. He is left in the expanse of the outer darkness alone–and perhaps, even, for the first time in his existence–afraid. A look of worry and fear reflect in his eyes, ever growing darker by the fading light of the distant cosmos as he stands at once still in the enclave of nonexistence. TO BE CONTINUED Honestly, though– I just wanna get like, really hot, and like Fuck a bunch of good looking white dues I mean, really good looking Smart ones Probably do that, eat a bunch of whole, healthy foods Cook more healthy shit Bake pies Fuck some more –and forget I ever even tried to make music. Lol And maybe while i'm doing that I can popo out a couple kids Make sure the one i've got doesn't have to weigh like 500 pounds, Publish some of my books, Play video games And forget about what a DJ is or what they do Unless I occasionally show up to a festival To get shitfaced And be really hot, Like I never got to be in my teens, Or in my 20's –But on the other hand, If i can't do any of that– I don't know, not exactly live my hopes and dreams, cause , you know– Everything i've just described in the above parenthetical Isn't nesseicarily me living my dreams, Or even “Living my best life” Cause if i'm living my best iife I'm headlining EDC, (Before getting shitfaced), And, I don't know, Not maybe fucking like an entire football team of good looking hite dudes –I mean really good looking– Smart ones– But like, just one– Whose hopes and dreams align with mine, and maybe I don't know, Isn't a nightmare? But that's pushing it. Taht's wild to think about: Me living my best life actually is pursuing all of my passions One of which is music (Fucking shoot me) and while I don't nessecarily even have a passion in literature– Which is, honestly, More, like, Just a natural talent, For example, How, Even after running 2 miles on the treadmill, Lifting what's around apparently ‘135', (according to some stranger at the gym) And working out to my own mixtape– Not once, but twice– Because i hadn't heard it in so long that I had actually forgotten How goog it was; And, it was so good, I couldn't actually believe it– Like, at all– So instead of listening to another mixtape, I just listened to it again to confirm (With myself) “Damn, that was good” Cause it was– Only to come back to this giant, Piece of shit, Hell hole of a hotel To find that whatever satanic demon seems to have possessed m roommate Actually has the ability to make me want to kill myself For the first time in weeks. So i think about it, After not feeling an ounce of suicidal ideation In the amount of time it's taken to turn a 15 minute mile Into a ten minute mile, A ten minute mile into an Eight Minute Mile, And An Eight minute mile into Two eight minute miles, Nonstop, by the way, Which isn't much by the standards of the people who grew up on Whole foods diet and taking vitamins that Didn't look like Flinstones and taste like sweettarts Cause lets face it: That's sweet tarts, right? –but it is impressive to me I impressed myself; I cured 30 years of trauma and depression by eating exclusively at Whole Foods Market And going to the gym every day Even if its for 5 minutes Every Single Day With the exception of– You know When my roomate's depression gets so bad It becomes contagious, and exhausting to the point that I can only listen to the 48 laws of power on repeat So many times And can't help on my life to think about her When it gets to the law that states That you can die of other people's misery. Cause you can, And I almost did, So i consider myself, these days to be more dead than alive, or to have never lived Cause i've got Skrillex on a world tour dancing around in one side of my brain and, deadmau5 swinging his dick around somewhere in my subconcious –and of course, Dillon Francis somewhere between my funny bone And my frontal lobe wreaking more havoc on my psyche than any man should have the ability to, but - Again, I've come so far And fought so hard just Trying to live or at least Trying to catch up To the caucasians And sometimes, but rarely asians and other ethnics that actually fit in; and were born alive rather than dead In bodies and with minds that functioned Maybe not perfectly, But well enough to socialize or capitalize on whatever strengths and talents they were given Not to complain (Again) But just to reiterate, I was born with gifts and talents, But, doubling back To the 48 Laws I learned all of them from my mom Before I turned one And the way I read the book was Pretty much just A backwards regression, Realizing that having a mother With so much trauma and depression Might effect everything And be the difference between Being an athlete, a superstar musician Or any other reason I abandoned Instagram; Cause i don't like the algorithm reminding me Of how fat I am Or that I'm black Or how much i've failed Or of all the things I could but can't do Because i'm still playing catch up to Karen Or whatever you wanna call her We all have names, but It's possible that We've been lost In all the comparison to one another Because in all this time Woman to woman and Man to man Nobody really knows what the fuck it is they really want. So what do I want? Fuck it, I want a yacht, With deadmau5, Skrillex, and Dillon Francis on it Just so i can throw them off and ride off into the sunset So i can go preform at some awesome Insomniac event Where i'll fall in love with everybody in the front row –well, maybe, not all of them but a lot, Or maybe I just want their bodies I don't know The only difference between love and lust comes From motherhood; So where's my son fit in to all of this? Or i should just Leave him in the dust, with his father Who I often think of Cause the raised scar he left me Crosses my tongue every other word? Sure. Whatever. It's just more to write about, But I might want less to write about cause I've been studying other authors And the shotguns that they loved enough to swallow –But honesty, i've been working out so hard It's hard to want to off myself Till I come to this hotel Where my roommate just– Doesn't sti will with me And doesn't sit still at all —which is crazy to think That in all this narcissism i've developed I still have enough empathy That her anxiety makes me Feel the need to eat, or if I haven't So empty I coud vomit And i thought i was making it up, but As it turned out, Beautiful women can't be tested And it seems she's probably still beautiful To the many men that would love to have a perfect girl To bend to his will; But really, It's almost as if with every evil thing she's done someone uglier replaces the girl I first saw With each remark Of course, I'm sure it's all for something But i wanted more for us to get along Than to have a room alone Where i could tell this story; Or write my albums Or wipe the slate clean I'm thinking of just Starting over Of course, sixteen pages deep I find it hard to believe It really just comes naturally And quite automatic That it's almost paranormal What do I want? A warm body That won't hurt me a home of my own A couple of dogs – Here it goes again Fuck Dillon Francis I want a life so well fucking lived And well accomplished that It doesn't even matter, The Festival Project, or anything in it Fuck, I just want to be happy What if i cured 30 years of depression Eating Whole Foods Market and working out, without Therapy, Using google documents and Dance music as an outlet? Wouldn't you be proud? Or maybe I could get offed for that. I don't know.. Maybe what's good for the goose is good for the gander The password was flagship Getting abstract and poetic again, Picking up pennies bending my enemies into my empathy, Sweltering, sweating regrets on my epitaphs Ugh The best of the best, A decade has passed I'm switching my cadences, Just in case somebody reads this crap Blissful awareness, I shouldn't be scares of it Clandestine palaces crash, Shattered by amethyst Man, fuck dillon francis and his happy ass, always had it, perfectly privleged caucasian interchangeable dangerous engagement of a girlfriend . Yeah, fuck both of them. Again, if you're taking it literal– Fuck it, They're both fucking beautiful. I'll just be USeful, or something. Should probably brush up my resume– Interesting, isn't it? Haven't thought of jumping in front of a train before neyla went crazy, But heyl I made it up. We can pretend we're individuals But i live in a collective consciousness, Whoever's in ignorant bliss of this I consider lucky, negligent, and unconscious But that's just be being pompous. I'm half a white supremacist, anyway Conservative, straight up But lately, I hate the whole game game I made up But hey, At least there's deadmau5. Oh yeah, that's what I want. I want to be like deadmau5. I want a whole house filled with synthesiszers A custom sound system and a hot wife; A big brain, A fan base, And a nice body; I want a whole lot of Flying around, and everybody loving me; And loving every body At every party Amen Yeah, that's what I want. I want to be a rockstar; I want a daughter with Skrillex And six encores. I want a horse drawn carriage; An all-star wedding, and a Tesla; I want my chest done so damn big, I need a reduction. Better stay humble. For better, or worse, you know. If it was a curse, I'd probably be worse off, Than all who have wronged me– It never lasts long, It's all temporary, Nobody loves me– I'm just a pathological insomniac Call me a Devil, I'll try to find him– A vegan light skin, but in the eyes I'd probably find him A cut above it all, I'm just in awe we've never talked, But i'm just like you A stone against a wall, I'd be a shamed to call my father Suicidal But that's where my mind goes When there's no one And my own son Doesn't know me But I only know What love is Cause i held him In my arms the very moment He was born So What do I want? I want him to know? I'll always love him No matter where I go And I'd rather be homeless Than no one In my own home Next to his father What do I want? I want him to go to school And never worry if he''ll be able to catch up. What do I want? I want a family, But that can't heppen Cause nobody loves me What do I want? I want to see Satan in his own body; Instead of taking the ones around me And playing with them Since he wants to follow me What do I want? A lot of money Said everybody. What do I want? A son and a daughter– that won't die before me. What do I want? I want someone else to recite this anomaly of poetry with, or without me. What do I want? I want to google the definition of ‘pithy” Cause it's been circling incessantly inside my head Like depression hasn't; But my roomate has it And i'm not trying to catch it Fucking toxic obnoxious Whatever, forget it SUCCUBUS. Yeah, we know what that is. pith·y /ˈpiTHē/ adjective 1. (of language or style) concise and forcefully expressive. 2. (of a fruit or plant) containing much pith. Nice. Yeah well. This whole thing is opening my third eye, To how guys see it. It doesn't make sense To give consent, And then renig it; This isn't sex But if it was, Why would you mess with his head like that? And if it was If you wanna lay in bed and get fat, that's fine But get the fuck out of here with that I can't So What do I want? To keep counting my blessings that I got healthy What do I want? I want psychology to catch up to my understanding. What do i want? Honestly, i just want my own something What do I want? To balance the toxicity, I guess Everybody has choices And mine is– I count my blessings, just to stay blessed I don't want anything from anybody. But i don't say don't cause that negates negativity, entirely . Perhaps, soe reverse psychology, But if I go back to school I'll be bored (and really horny) If i go back to school, I'll owe even more money! If i go back to school I'll do music and not psychology. If i go back to school, I'll have professors younger than me. If i go back to school I'll drown in the toxicity; The new generation's vaping, hating themselves canceling everything: everyone's a baby rapist But you can't say it or isolate them cause tolerating even the most Unsavory behavior is fuck , i lost it. What happened. Idk. eminem's cadence. It had an ‘a' Lets see. fuck . To tolerate sunsavory behavior is worth debating, Nope, i lost it You thnk so Idk if i think about it too much it'll lose its what Soul. What. you have one of those? Yeah. Dang. That's cool. Everyone has one (that's not true) *shrugs* I don't. What. I used to. What?! I sold it. What. To the devil. Now i'm famous. *shrugs, super satisfied* …How'd you get famous? …I woke up like this. *nods, unquestioning* I still remember the taste of bong water like it was yesterday. I guess i'd consider bondage, for the right boytoy. So what do you want? I want to stop writing, but it's still early. What do you want? I want more coffee, and less yawning. What do you want? I want God to be happy, Cause i personified her And she's angry I ruined my body by eating. Perceivably. The positives: Now I knw Sweet Chili Doritos are probably vegan. The positives: Now I know she's programmed by the government and/or susceptible to possession by satan, or a combination of both things–assuming one is not the other, as not astonishingly, the toxicity it would take to program one person to torture another is alarmingly evil; But Karma comes to those who intentionally hurt others, you know– I've been brushing up on Kabbalah It seems to attempt to provoke, but I'd rather do nothing but stall Perhaps i've adapted habits Become pathological, or What have you At least I know that condition comes from trauma Not that i'm Not responsible I just stoped giving a fuck If everything i do is wrong And i'm the problem Why do i keep waking up, then? What do you want? I want Whole Foods Market to sponsor me. What do you want? I want Equinox Fitness seven days a week. What do you want? I want to raise smart and capable children. What do you want? I want to forget Dillon Francis ever existed I want Skrillex to stop being Skrillex I want synthesizers and acoustic instruments in my top floor apartment In manhattan, and My ex husband to pay back All of the money I paid him But that's pushing it. I want everything. I want a world tour I want to do more with my life than just Sit here And write about it I want to be wanted and loved Not by everybody But perhaps Just a loyal fanbase A few hundred thousand Maybe a million Considering there are 8 billion people on the planet and My talent is condensed and limited by The language barrier I want Bearr to be anywhere he feels happier I want people to know that I tried my best, i”m not lazy I want people to know the rest of the story Why i'm crazy How I made it all up– And they helped me How we all decided on the world we're in together And the only way to get to heaven is to remember. Kx5 …I remember. MAN, SHUT THE FUCK – UP. My documents is glitching Must be witchcraft (Or Glitchcraft, my other alias) As it's getting close to Christmas *hoodness* Niggas, man. My butt keeps getting bigger, man Suit up for the sermon I haven't gone frgun surfin as Sunni Since SupaSunday survs. Ahem. Fuck Starr Robert's the wifebeater— You wanna ride on your ex wife'a fame: Well here it is, That's what your name is: Starr Michael Roberts, The Wifebeater Comma and all And fuck Mike Roberts Sr For beating your mother— (Cause you need her.) What goes around comes around With these words, I defeat you Can't afford feed you; So here go the demons Try eating em. I try meeting men Looking lean and thin, But that's besides the point— Anoint myself in oil, Cause what it boils down to is I'll spoil my kid However I see fit Using the music I do Cause you couldn't Enough of that I get reminded of the past daily, It's a regression of Chanpion sweaters Dirty white Nikes And train riders with anxiety Sitting by me That knee shaking thing, And coughing “He must hate me”, I think Cause he never could have loved me To put a curse on Poor son Growing up on McDonald's and hot pockets —but I got nothin My father ain't got a lawyer So I'm undercover Till supacree comes back To smoke you Keep smoking You see me on TV You don't know me I don't owe nobody nothing And feeding informants Father for the punishments and judgements Try punching a light skin You like this? It's not lyrics I write //return to sender// Just like this Get out of my face With the crazy shit! You made me do this, Fuck it, I'll keep pressing the red button then, Just for the record, I don't need medical attention Unless it's part of the decision to let me in To an Ivy legume college On scholarship So check to complex rhymes, man Check out the complex I'm not gonna fight over a man, *laughs* That's just madness and Satanic, I'm way past hate and angst; Please! The “Prince of Peace” Is reading this Vengeful and revenge seeking Cause I promise I'm not confrontational, Multi-national linguist, Entertainer of languages, Maker of sandwhiches, And handsome Skrillexes. I riddle this nigga for dinner; For pleasure and other reasons, The change of the seasons is over It's cold as fuck Like my heart is I'm an artist What the fuck do you want Been made to suffer too long *coughs* Cover your mouth you programmable posessivle depressive sons of bitches— Whoever did this is gonna get it (Unless it's the government) Crumbling under itself for what it did l To the inhabitants of the Divided Fakes of unbearable unaffordable divorced mothers and fathers, Sisters and brothers unrecognizable to each other anymore Over fucking currency— I'm done with earth! If all you want is money to buy stuff Keep struggling and suffering Of love is gone Then so is time And so is I am I am I You wanna kill me?! Now you die. Return to sender. Wife eating little puert ass bitch. Can't forgive someone who never apologized Cause the statute of limitations isn't up I'm not giving up, I love my son; I'll send the aliens to pick him up —A Rendevous; A Coup d'état, An “I love You” from afar, Though I'm lost, Might not come back around, Might be one, might be dos Might be God or just The other one For the love of money Here's a double dose of “Shut the fuck up” With a spoonful of sugar, From the Wrong Mary Poppins Where it pops off, In the long run. Bro there has better be a better drop after a monologue like that or I'm gonna be mad at myself for staring into space. (There wasn't.) STAY IN YOUR LANE, STARR THIS AINT A GAME, STARR YOU ARE A LAME, STARR— I AM A GANG-STAR FAME-STAR VAMPIRE FANG-STAR “Dang Starr, Is that your old lady?! YOU MUST'VE REALLY FUCKED UP, DAWG YOU GOT ME FUCKED UP, STARR WHAT'S UP STARR?! KILL YOU ON WORLDSTAR GOLDSTAR DON'T START LIKE THE ONLY CAR YOU OWN STARR WOAH, gotta go hit the road, Starr Choke on a pole, Starr So far Karma hit you sitting all alone Starr I'm not sorry! Got a scar on my eye And a scar on my heart! Gasoline and a spark Your whole hearse Just to watch you burn. Reverse the curse You worthless— Whoever her is Deserves ya, The only mother to you son Is the ONE WHO I AM DIE NOW I know it's been awhile but I still have flashbacks The train was Dragging my body Ten whole blocks Between two stops Before anyone noticed I jumped Not even the driver It was a long ride up It was a long ride back It was a long way there I took the wrong way out I took the long way home I took the long way gone I took took the long way around I took the local I took the local I took the local I took the local “Be careful of mirrors” Haven't looked in the mirror since Mirrored rocks and mirrored doors open. I was hoping… A split decusion, impulsive I jumped before I even thought of it Subtropics lol subtropics Ganja White Night Liquid Stranger Excision Space Laces Space Jesus Four Tet Clap tone Urban flora Marian Hill Blunts N Blondes Got most of these, still need a couple more albums to start my apprenticeship in dubstep. Lol “Bass music” {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U. Idc if I'm an NPC at least I'm not trying to kill people by using weak and immoral individuals susceptible control and possession to attack using psychological terrorism. But whatever. What goes around comes around. All this war that being fought is being fought on stolen sacred land on the graves of the bloodshed of hundreds of thousands. Cough at me all you want Cut me off in the street— Keep sending people to infiltrate my creative spaces and sacred places— I'm not worried. Karma Comes Around -X.

Bro there has better be a better drop after a monologue like that or I'm gonna be mad at myself for staring into space. (There wasn't.) STAY IN YOUR LANE, STARR THIS AINT A GAME, STARR YOU ARE A LAME, STARR— I AM A GANG-STAR FAME-STAR VAMPIRE FANG-STAR “Dang Starr, Is that your old lady?! YOU MUST'VE REALLY FUCKED UP, DAWG YOU GOT ME FUCKED UP, STARR WHAT'S UP STARR?! KILL YOU ON WORLDSTAR GOLDSTAR DON'T START LIKE THE ONLY CAR YOU OWN STARR WOAH, gotta go hit the road, Starr Choke on a pole, Starr So far Karma hit you sitting all alone Starr I'm not sorry! Got a scar on my eye And a scar on my heart! Gasoline and a spark Your whole hearse Just to watch you burn. Reverse the curse You worthless— Whoever her is Deserves ya, The only mother to you son Is the ONE WHO I AM DIE NOW I know it's been awhile but I still have flashbacks The train was Dragging my body Ten whole blocks Between two stops Before anyone noticed I jumped Not even the driver It was a long ride up It was a long ride back It was a long way there I took the wrong way out I took the long way home I took the long way gone I took took the long way around I took the local I took the local I took the local I took the local “Be careful of mirrors” Haven't looked in the mirror since Mirrored rocks and mirrored doors open. I was hoping… A split decusion, impulsive I jumped before I even thought of it Subtropics lol subtropics Ganja White Night Liquid Stranger Excision Space Laces Space Jesus Four Tet Clap tone Urban flora Marian Hill Blunts N Blondes Got most of these, still need a couple more albums to start my apprenticeship in dubstep. Lol “Bass music” The bellow of a faraway beast A far cry from where I belong I still haven't opened my eyes in a while A flash brings me back to the time As where I am Gone in the run of a mile (or Five of them) Don't call me home I don't wonder no more I'm going to work There's no knock at the door from here Don't try to pull it apart– it's all nonsense Went for a walk, I just haven't been back since It's been years It's been years It's been years; I'm still careful of years “that's all you get” The one love that went awry And awkward, I walk as if I were a toddler Persistence, perseverance Patience, the doctor said Patience, I've more than a doctor –I thought that was clever It's been forever It's been forever It's been a life lived, dear Don't you know you've so many more of them In morse code I said “Want to go home, I've been under the weather” I thought that was clever, Hence the umbrella I put a spell on him– But that's irrelevant Only time could tell But I don't tell him anything He put a spell on me, I was in Hell I guess I learned to spell again, Put the whole world in my head So that it would spin– But that's irrelevant I tend to spend all my time Sending messages into the infinite With no recollection of Anything other than What God wanted I've got no other friends But i've more patients than doctors (I thought that was clever) Persistence, perseverance Plenty of dead friends, and saints Full of patience and practice, The doctor said “I've never done anything like this” Which reminds me, I should be prying my mind open Trying to find someone that might Finance my tripumphs Instead of just crying and trying to find the right time To remind myself: I'm just as mad at my mind For unwinding And time, For fear of dying– As it seems like those around me are Fearful Of leaving here, So unaware that this Model is just one of Hundreds of thousands Just like it A passage of time So insignificant, Just the beginning of Something so infinite It's just forgettable Forgiveness Isn't Figurative Unless it's A punishment for Punching the clock Or Punching your wife Or Giving up easily– Rather, It's indifferent, I figured The world spins Because Its just In my head SEP FROM UNISON Hi. … Hello. SEP FROM UNISON Give me a dollar. … Ok. SEP FROM UNISON Nice. SEP FROM UNISON See ya later. *disappears, but definitely not for forever* … … … Oh good, you're here. Where is this. Your future. Oh? Here, put this on. What is this. Put it on. –okay? Nice *disappears, but probably forever* Huh. L E G E N D S “The Rabbit Hole” GARY. …yes? Did you take out the trash? Not yet. Well– DO THAT. …okay. GARY is a Janitor; he sometimes stares into space for long periods of time, daydreaming that he is a superstar DJ named KASKADE. GARY. He is not. He is a janitor. –sorry. It's a longshot How I loved that backlot Longer than time And I don't know why, but I've got my eyes closed, i'm Turning back time I'm back at Bob Hope Direct from LaGuardia I would take JFK to LAX But I've been next up Now i'm out front iPhone Cameras and Nikons I'm a Icon “Madonna's Falafels” JENNIFER ANNISTON Have another fucking fallafel, I swear. OH MY GOD. JENNIFER ANNISTON Go right ahead. IS THAT A GUN JENNIFER ANNISTON What does it look like? It looks like gun! *takes another bite* Unh… [JENNIFER ANNISTON fires a shot into the roof!] COME ON, THIS IS A RENTAL. [MADONNA comes down the stairs in a bathrobe–a cucumber pops off of one of her eyes.] MADONNA WHAT IS GOING ON. JENNIFER ANNISTON THUNDER THIGHS IS EATING A FALAFEL. MADONNA *eggagerated gasp* IS THAT MY FALLAFEL. I'M SO HUNGRY. *takes another bite* JENNIFER ANNISTON OH! MADONNA GIMMIE THAT GUN You're a sick Individual; And I don't care. You make my life difficult, And I don't care. I'll never be good enough; And I don't care Now it's so obvious; And I don't care It's so wrong All that I want from you; You're all I want– And all I've ever gotten It's funny, huh, How it all works out Around the world and back And I'm still the same as I ever was You're all I want, Because y're everything I'm not False flag I might throw in the towl I don't mean to brag but My mind is fowl I live in the gutter With less responsibility, I might be a part animal But– What you see is what you get (If you get me drunk, i'll suck your dic Till the sun comes up, And it sets again) Or was it acid My secret combination A flower in a garden Beg your pardon I got a hard on Honest Look, regardless of what you actually want, I'm going to be the most toxic thing that ever happened to you. Promise. Thats about the only promise i can make. Moe toxic than AIDS. You have AIDS. Anything can be arranged. You would do that just to spite me? I would do anything just to spite you, Dillon Francis. This is the worst. This is the worst, ever. EAT THE BRATWURST. NAAEEERR. EAAT THE SAUSAGE. NOOO–AAAHHH. JUST–EAT IT. AHHHHHHHH. This story takes forever to tell. Well, it's going to have to be less than forever. For what. WE DON'T HAVE TIME. This version of me likes everything spicy. That's it? That's the only difference? –and does a lot of cocaine. Oh. That's Nice. *snifs* nice . Hey. Hey. Hold this. *leaves* …haha. What, dude. I'm gonna kill you in your sleep. You wanna know what's fucked up? No. I have dirty little secrets no one should know about– –Christ– –And people know about them. I'm just gonna stay over here in the safezone. What “safezone”? This dude is about to blow you off the map. I'm making peace with this. Here, breakfast. What's in this. Eggs. What's going on. Nothing, Skrillex. Go back to bed. -_- Aw. That kid is cute. I know huh. TYLER. Lol. who the fuck is tyler. I don't know. TYLER, GET IN HERE. TYLER is a DILLON FRANCIS. [TYLER] Woah. Whaaat. Ah. What's in a name, anyway? That's it? That's the only difference. Yup. His name's “Tyler” He's fucking perfect. Yeah, except. TYLER! OH MY GOD. WHAT. DId you ever figure out what happened to the- No, not yet. DEADMAU5 I don't respect you. Aww. did you hear that? I heart that. deadmau5 doesn't respect me. that's sad. that is sad. I'm so sad. I'd be sad. now i'm sadmau5. lol So. Wait. Mmhmm. I'm–deadmau5. Yes. So that means. WHAT IS THIS CRISIS. I'm sorry, I'm trying. I really am. DADMAU5. What did you do. I dug up a lot of pasts. PASTS. And brought them to the present. Oh God. Oh Lord. Oh Jesus. I don't understand. Please, please stop this. I can't. It's happened. PART I: Skrillex left me stranded in New York. SKRILLEX I'M A GOD. PART II: Revenge. ME Revenge!? What revenge! I don't want revenge on Skrillex–It's SKRILLEX. SKRILLEX DIE MOTHERFUCKER. *dies* This dude has been winning for like 7 seasons straight. Make that 8. 8 Seasons Straight. Wait. What was that dream I had last night I hope she remembers. It was something important. Don't tell mom about this. Mom about what. [Explosion] OH MY GOD. Listen, i'm gonna try to hold this motherfucker down, for as long as I can– Do that. But eventually–it's going to get up and eat something–or everything–including me–because, well– [WORST DRAGON EVER] It's a dragon, and that's what it does. COELACANTH GROWLS Look. I can't keep feeding this thing bananas. I'm going broke. I'm pretty sure if you don't feed this thing bananas, whatever's going to happen is worse. What's worse than being broke in New York City. My God, you're right. Well. COELACANTH GROWLS AGAIN. That's it, buddy! NO more bananas COELACANTH ??? NO — MORE —- BANANAS. [the box is empty] See? What did you do. Nothin. WHAT DID YOU DO. Don't touch me. Why are you squinting like that. Uh. Cause I have eyes. You have a secret. Everyone has secrets. YOU'RE KEEPING A SECRET FROM ME. Alright, buddy. Alright, that's a synchronicity: i gotta go. Where are you going? To get some dick. EW. Arguably. That's gross. I'm–pretty gross. Ugh! See ya. Or not. Whatever. Sorry to say “I'm sorry” So, so Sonny doesn't love me, no more Okay I'll jus curl up under my Security blanket It's a curse, sure it is I write myself blank checks Jim Carrey me home (whatever that means) Cause I've been homeless so long And nobody wants me It's just a bee sting, But don't eat honey No worries I'm sorry to say “i'm sorry” So he don't love me, huh That's awful So what was it all for Homework Somehow, I just go back and forth That's the way to move forward Sure, it is–it's a curse *cough* a lovely photographer, Sorry I loved him before But it's awful now Take me home (Whatever that was) No worries I write myself blank checks Jim Carrey me home (whatever that means) Cause I've been homeless so long And nobody wants me It's just a bee sting, But don't eat honey No worries I've been under the radar famous Haven't been the same sense Same senses: six of them Don't even know what today is __ It's just a sex thing; I don't want the rest of you That she can have Your other less-than-half I still have a percentage (Nonsense) I still want to grab at your– (Aha) First things first, And last things last All of these past lives I get the last laugh If that's your first wife Good luck, getting it right God knows I tried God knows when I'm crying, And still doesn't like it So much for colorblind Automatic shades, and motorized blind What a lovely time to find A tie that binds Sugar and spice That's mild, Compared to your wild eyes And the trials I've Tested thorough lik vials (or, test tubes, right) That's the best cube, right The latest edition I've had my eye on It's just a distraction I haven't the slightest idea What an Ion is, Beyond science and mathematics, This magic campaign A pain in my ass, Dillon Francis That's what that is I left that Amethyst At your Grandma's. What. “To Gradmother's House We Go” I don't think this is a good plan– This is the plan. –at all. I don't wanna talk to Dillon's Grandma. Dillon Francis. Gross. Listen, that's the only way. But what if she's racist. She's a super old white lady. Of course she's racist. MEANWHILE, IN CROATIA [Speaking in croatian] Damn. This is fucked up. I think we went back too far. WAIT JUST A COTTON - PICKIN MINUTE. WHO'S COTTON- PICKING? Oh God, stop this. My eye is in the Sky– (My eye is in the sky) I'm always by your side My eye is in the sky YOu keep asking me what I want, Like I know the answer! Like, I know the answer– But like, you're not gonna like it, I mean you might, And I could try to divide by 5 To get the answer right, But not tonight I'm too busy dying I guess i”m a dick rider. Right, I'm just– A big writer, Provided I'm onto my idol Or icon Drawing on dollars, A white collar criminal It's simple This isn't my passion– But it's my talent; Whatever, I'll have to work at it Addition, subtraction (Erect, or dysfunctional) Truly poetic, but lets keep it classy I'm passing it on my my agent, He'll have a laugh at it. So it's been another ten years; Here we are, In the place that i built If you're so fond of me , How about you follow me Into the next life, Onward, and into the darkness Oh! You can see in the dark now? You succubus! Isolate all of us, Bring you up high till you fall down The irony is, I'm not ungrateful, I just feel as if I've slightly earned it (Just a little bit) Honest to God, I'm just a mediocre talen But at the very least, at the end of it I can just laugh and pretend It didn't happen Fellas, You ever been shit on by two women At the same time, (not literally– but , ust out o f curiosity, If i was being seriously literal, How many of you Would have still said yes, By a raise of hands? Or, lets just have all the Supersta DJs stand up (Every single fan would give you a hand job!) Just remember the guy holding The sign at Trader Joe's in the back of the store that says “The line starts here” doesn't get paid anymore Than the guy taking a nap in the bathroom Or the chick who's crying on her “Fuck it, I quit!” –But Hailey, we needed the second income Gotta start somewhere “–I just need a plunger” Better try elsewhere, bud It'll be well into next year, before I get anywhere with this Dillon Francis Shit. Fuck. I did it again I let my obsessions slip In the deadmau5, a false flag In the big relay race to Skrillex —and I can't image how backed up his inbox is with pictures of ass and tits on Anyday of the year, but especially, this– Happy Birthday, kid. Now where's the pinata? I oughtta wish him a bat to the head For the shit he said And he blasted that bathroom snapchat pic All over the internet It's all over the internet Better yet, I'm on the black market, I just bought it for a dollar I bet i could show you how wrong you are with just a remark Suck my balls, fart. That guy's a lot to handle. Didn't I start this off with something more poetic? I bet, but got stuck in a mousetrap I hope you're happy, you know Actually, I'm hoping it turns out tragic Haven't you ever run out of your magic? Wait, nobody has that. It was. All just. In. Your. Head. Wake. UP. Hey kid, What's the plan for tomorrow? (Hopefully more falafels, but probably not, thought) Uh, I gotta show up at the post office, *facepalm* Another Dillon Francis reference Forget I ever had instagram ( haven't yet So, what's the plan then? More bacon on my bacon. Okay, Mr. Miserable, I get we're incompatible, But i”m an animal, Or at least the bi-product of something Or somesuch Fuck it, I give all the way up. Hey kid, If i jump in front of a train (and don't make it) How am I gonna explain this? I almost forgot how When pretty girls turn evil They get ugly Huh I guess I should humble up and consider us equals huh hey satan I wish I could just – Forget it I wish i could just Forget it I wish i could just Forget it Any other kind of way, And i could go crazy on a day like this Okay, Dillon Francis. You have my blessing. I–what. You have my blessing. For what. You love this girl. CONT'D Then marry her. Wait, do what. So it's settled! Wait. You're getting married. DILLON FRANCIS IS ENGAGED. YES. whaaaaat . MAZEL TOV, MOTHERFUCKER. Wait. *CHAMPAGNE SHOWERS SELF* YESSSSSSSSS. ohmygod. Wait, why are you so happy? Because! *MORE CHAMPAGNE SHOWERS* Wow. What's going on. When Dillon Francis gets married, I get pizza. What's so special about pizza. CHEESE. Oh, so it's cheese, you want? Stop comin' up in my dreams, motherfucker! These are my dreams. Well, that's gross! Is it. Why are we we at McDonalds? When else am I gonna eat at McDonalds. You're right. I'm always right. Maybe that's why you're so miserable. Yeap, pretty much. Where's your head? In the shop. FLASHBACk: Ū stabs DEADMAU5 through the head with her SPEAR. That's it? It's just a “spear?” It doesn't have a cool name or anything like that? No, it literally only exists like, once. It's an ancillary rave weapon? No, it's–it's just a spear. (FROM THIS SCENE) Ū is sharpening a spear, unaasumingly, when deadmau5 casually walks in. What's that spear for? [Deadmau5 enters unassumingly] YAH. Ū dramatically jabs spear into the left eye of the mau5 helmet, precisely through the center of the ‘X', and consequently through his head it sparks and glitches, before turning ‘off', as his body begins bleeding profusely, dying against the wall. HOOOOO YOOOOOOO WHAT THE FUCK. *everyone is shocked*, but Ū seems unbothered entirely, if not bored. You killed deadmau5 Well, you asked. I asked why you had a spear! –And i demonstrated. OH MY GOD. Lol demon-strated. YOU KILLED DEADMAU5 Don't worry, he'll be back. Hi, yes, I'd like a large cheese pizza. What are you doing. Extra cheese. Sunni. What does it look like i'm doing. Ordering a pizza. Cause i'm ordering a pizza! Fuck! Hello. Yeah, sorry. Sunni. WHAT. SHUT UP. You're strictly vegan. Well, now i'm vegetarian. Shut up. sunni! What!? THE FUCK. It's in your contract. So is this. What. What. Do you want pizza? Sunni. Make that two pizzas. Sunni Yes, both extra cheese. Ok. Sunni. Shut up. Ok. Sunni SHUT UP. No not you! Apologies. Ok. Use the intercom. Peace. *hangs up* Fuck yeah. Fuck Dillon Francis. Sunni, what are you doing? I'm–going for a swim. In my pool. No, I mean. What. You have sponsorship with like 8 Stictly Pro-Vegan companies. I also have sponsorship with Walmart. WAL * MART That's not the point. What's the point? You're being avoidant. I–always avoid you. You have contracts! That's why I avoid you. With huge companies! Yeah, well. Tonight I'm having pizza in my hot tub. You can't just. Trust me, Maybel. IT's- I have another contract that I promise, overrides any other contract. Hands down. What's this got to do with Dillon Francis. NOTHIN. *phone rings* YO. Ugh. Yeah, Come over. Sunni! I ordered pizza. [later, in the hot tub] Nevermind, next scene! Ah NO! What! (Don't worry, I know how it goes.) “What do you want?” It's as if the entire universe was asking in tandem, in every way it could, what I really wanted–almost forcing me to recollect: what did I actually want? WHAT DO YOU WANT?! Well, for the most part, I wanted to live. Okay, you're alive. No, I promise, i'm dead as fuck. Well, if i'm dead, then, it doesn't really matter if I SHUT UP. What? JUST SHUT UP. Uhm. UGH. Before KA has even realized, KU has disappeared entirely. He is left in the expanse of the outer darkness alone–and perhaps, even, for the first time in his existence–afraid. A look of worry and fear reflect in his eyes, ever growing darker by the fading light of the distant cosmos as he stands at once still in the enclave of nonexistence. TO BE CONTINUED Honestly, though– I just wanna get like, really hot, and like Fuck a bunch of good looking white dues I mean, really good looking Smart ones Probably do that, eat a bunch of whole, healthy foods Cook more healthy shit Bake pies Fuck some more –and forget I ever even tried to make music. Lol And maybe while i'm doing that I can popo out a couple kids Make sure the one i've got doesn't have to weigh like 500 pounds, Publish some of my books, Play video games And forget about what a DJ is or what they do Unless I occasionally show up to a festival To get shitfaced And be really hot, Like I never got to be in my teens, Or in my 20's –But on the other hand, If i can't do any of that– I don't know, not exactly live my hopes and dreams, cause , you know– Everything i've just described in the above parenthetical Isn't nesseicarily me living my dreams, Or even “Living my best life” Cause if i'm living my best iife I'm headlining EDC, (Before getting shitfaced), And, I don't know, Not maybe fucking like an entire football team of good looking hite dudes –I mean really good looking– Smart ones– But like, just one– Whose hopes and dreams align with mine, and maybe I don't know, Isn't a nightmare? But that's pushing it. Taht's wild to think about: Me living my best life actually is pursuing all of my passions One of which is music (Fucking shoot me) and while I don't nessecarily even have a passion in literature– Which is, honestly, More, like, Just a natural talent, For example, How, Even after running 2 miles on the treadmill, Lifting what's around apparently ‘135', (according to some stranger at the gym) And working out to my own mixtape– Not once, but twice– Because i hadn't heard it in so long that I had actually forgotten How goog it was; And, it was so good, I couldn't actually believe it– Like, at all– So instead of listening to another mixtape, I just listened to it again to confirm (With myself) “Damn, that was good” Cause it was– Only to come back to this giant, Piece of shit, Hell hole of a hotel To find that whatever satanic demon seems to have possessed m roommate Actually has the ability to make me want to kill myself For the first time in weeks. So i think about it, After not feeling an ounce of suicidal ideation In the amount of time it's taken to turn a 15 minute mile Into a ten minute mile, A ten minute mile into an Eight Minute Mile, And An Eight minute mile into Two eight minute miles, Nonstop, by the way, Which isn't much by the standards of the people who grew up on Whole foods diet and taking vitamins that Didn't look like Flinstones and taste like sweettarts Cause lets face it: That's sweet tarts, right? –but it is impressive to me I impressed myself; I cured 30 years of trauma and depression by eating exclusively at Whole Foods Market And going to the gym every day Even if its for 5 minutes Every Single Day With the exception of– You know When my roomate's depression gets so bad It becomes contagious, and exhausting to the point that I can only listen to the 48 laws of power on repeat So many times And can't help on my life to think about her When it gets to the law that states That you can die of other people's misery. Cause you can, And I almost did, So i consider myself, these days to be more dead than alive, or to have never lived Cause i've got Skrillex on a world tour dancing around in one side of my brain and, deadmau5 swinging his dick around somewhere in my subconcious –and of course, Dillon Francis somewhere between my funny bone And my frontal lobe wreaking more havoc on my psyche than any man should have the ability to, but - Again, I've come so far And fought so hard just Trying to live or at least Trying to catch up To the caucasians And sometimes, but rarely asians and other ethnics that actually fit in; and were born alive rather than dead In bodies and with minds that functioned Maybe not perfectly, But well enough to socialize or capitalize on whatever strengths and talents they were given Not to complain (Again) But just to reiterate, I was born with gifts and talents, But, doubling back To the 48 Laws I learned all of them from my mom Before I turned one And the way I read the book was Pretty much just A backwards regression, Realizing that having a mother With so much trauma and depression Might effect everything And be the difference between Being an athlete, a superstar musician Or any other reason I abandoned Instagram; Cause i don't like the algorithm reminding me Of how fat I am Or that I'm black Or how much i've failed Or of all the things I could but can't do Because i'm still playing catch up to Karen Or whatever you wanna call her We all have names, but It's possible that We've been lost In all the comparison to one another Because in all this time Woman to woman and Man to man Nobody really knows what the fuck it is they really want. So what do I want? Fuck it, I want a yacht, With deadmau5, Skrillex, and Dillon Francis on it Just so i can throw them off and ride off into the sunset So i can go preform at some awesome Insomniac event Where i'll fall in love with everybody in the front row –well, maybe, not all of them but a lot, Or maybe I just want their bodies I don't know The only difference between love and lust comes From motherhood; So where's my son fit in to all of this? Or i should just Leave him in the dust, with his father Who I often think of Cause the raised scar he left me Crosses my tongue every other word? Sure. Whatever. It's just more to write about, But I might want less to write about cause I've been studying other authors And the shotguns that they loved enough to swallow –But honesty, i've been working out so hard It's hard to want to off myself Till I come to this hotel Where my roommate just– Doesn't sti will with me And doesn't sit still at all —which is crazy to think That in all this narcissism i've developed I still have enough empathy That her anxiety makes me Feel the need to eat, or if I haven't So empty I coud vomit And i thought i was making it up, but As it turned out, Beautiful women can't be tested And it seems she's probably still beautiful To the many men that would love to have a perfect girl To bend to his will; But really, It's almost as if with every evil thing she's done someone uglier replaces the girl I first saw With each remark Of course, I'm sure it's all for something But i wanted more for us to get along Than to have a room alone Where i could tell this story; Or write my albums Or wipe the slate clean I'm thinking of just Starting over Of course, sixteen pages deep I find it hard to believe It really just comes naturally And quite automatic That it's almost paranormal What do I want? A warm body That won't hurt me a home of my own A couple of dogs – Here it goes again Fuck Dillon Francis I want a life so well fucking lived And well accomplished that It doesn't even matter, The Festival Project, or anything in it Fuck, I just want to be happy What if i cured 30 years of depression Eating Whole Foods Market and working out, without Therapy, Using google documents and Dance music as an outlet? Wouldn't you be proud? Or maybe I could get offed for that. I don't know.. Maybe what's good for the goose is good for the gander The password was flagship Getting abstract and poetic again, Picking up pennies bending my enemies into my empathy, Sweltering, sweating regrets on my epitaphs Ugh The best of the best, A decade has passed I'm switching my cadences, Just in case somebody reads this crap Blissful awareness, I shouldn't be scares of it Clandestine palaces crash, Shattered by amethyst Man, fuck dillon francis and his happy ass, always had it, perfectly privleged caucasian interchangeable dangerous engagement of a girlfriend . Yeah, fuck both of them. Again, if you're taking it literal– Fuck it, They're both fucking beautiful. I'll just be USeful, or something. Should probably brush up my resume– Interesting, isn't it? Haven't thought of jumping in front of a train before neyla went crazy, But heyl I made it up. We can pretend we're individuals But i live in a collective consciousness, Whoever's in ignorant bliss of this I consider lucky, negligent, and unconscious But that's just be being pompous. I'm half a white supremacist, anyway Conservative, straight up But lately, I hate the whole game game I made up But hey, At least there's deadmau5. Oh yeah, that's what I want. I want to be like deadmau5. I want a whole house filled with synthesiszers A custom sound system and a hot wife; A big brain, A fan base, And a nice body; I want a whole lot of Flying around, and everybody loving me; And loving every body At every party Amen Yeah, that's what I want. I want to be a rockstar; I want a daughter with Skrillex And six encores. I want a horse drawn carriage; An all-star wedding, and a Tesla; I want my chest done so damn big, I need a reduction. Better stay humble. For better, or worse, you know. If it was a curse, I'd probably be worse off, Than all who have wronged me– It never lasts long, It's all temporary, Nobody loves me– I'm just a pathological insomniac Call me a Devil, I'll try to find him– A vegan light skin, but in the eyes I'd probably find him A cut above it all, I'm just in awe we've never talked, But i'm just like you A stone against a wall, I'd be a shamed to call my father Suicidal But that's where my mind goes When there's no one And my own son Doesn't know me But I only know What love is Cause i held him In my arms the very moment He was born So What do I want? I want him to know? I'll always love him No matter where I go And I'd rather be homeless Than no one In my own home Next to his father What do I want? I want him to go to school And never worry if he''ll be able to catch up. What do I want? I want a family, But that can't heppen Cause nobody loves me What do I want? I want to see Satan in his own body; Instead of taking the ones around me And playing with them Since he wants to follow me What do I want? A lot of money Said everybody. What do I want? A son and a daughter– that won't die before me. What do I want? I want someone else to recite this anomaly of poetry with, or without me. What do I want? I want to google the definition of ‘pithy” Cause it's been circling incessantly inside my head Like depression hasn't; But my roomate has it And i'm not trying to catch it Fucking toxic obnoxious Whatever, forget it SUCCUBUS. Yeah, we know what that is. pith·y /ˈpiTHē/ adjective 1. (of language or style) concise and forcefully expressive. 2. (of a fruit or plant) containing much pith. Nice. Yeah well. This whole thing is opening my third eye, To how guys see it. It doesn't make sense To give consent, And then renig it; This isn't sex But if it was, Why would you mess with his head like that? And if it was If you wanna lay in bed and get fat, that's fine But get the fuck out of here with that I can't So What do I want? To keep counting my blessings that I got healthy What do I want? I want psychology to catch up to my understanding. What do i want? Honestly, i just want my own something What do I want? To balance the toxicity, I guess Everybody has choices And mine is– I count my blessings, just to stay blessed I don't want anything from anybody. But i don't say don't cause that negates negativity, entirely . Perhaps, soe reverse psychology, But if I go back to school I'll be bored (and really horny) If i go back to school, I'll owe even more money! If i go back to school I'll do music and not psychology. If i go back to school, I'll have professors younger than me. If i go back to school I'll drown in the toxicity; The new generation's vaping, hating themselves canceling everything: everyone's a baby rapist But you can't say it or isolate them cause tolerating even the most Unsavory behavior is fuck , i lost it. What happened. Idk. eminem's cadence. It had an ‘a' Lets see. fuck . To tolerate sunsavory behavior is worth debating, Nope, i lost it You thnk so Idk if i think about it too much it'll lose its what Soul. What. you have one of those? Yeah. Dang. That's cool. Everyone has one (that's not true) *shrugs* I don't. What. I used to. What?! I sold it. What. To the devil. Now i'm famous. *shrugs, super satisfied* …How'd you get famous? …I woke up like this. *nods, unquestioning* I still remember the taste of bong water like it was yesterday. I guess i'd consider bondage, for the right boytoy. So what do you want? I want to stop writing, but it's still early. What do you want? I want more coffee, and less yawning. What do you want? I want God to be happy, Cause i personified her And she's angry I ruined my body by eating. Perceivably. The positives: Now I knw Sweet Chili Doritos are probably vegan. The positives: Now I know she's programmed by the government and/or susceptible to possession by satan, or a combination of both things–assuming one is not the other, as not astonishingly, the toxicity it would take to program one person to torture another is alarmingly evil; But Karma comes to those who intentionally hurt others, you know– I've been brushing up on Kabbalah It seems to attempt to provoke, but I'd rather do nothing but stall Perhaps i've adapted habits Become pathological, or What have you At least I know that condition comes from trauma Not that i'm Not responsible I just stoped giving a fuck If everything i do is wrong And i'm the problem Why do i keep waking up, then? What do you want? I want Whole Foods Market to sponsor me. What do you want? I want Equinox Fitness seven days a week. What do you want? I want to raise smart and capable children. What do you want? I want to forget Dillon Francis ever existed I want Skrillex to stop being Skrillex I want synthesizers and acoustic instruments in my top floor apartment In manhattan, and My ex husband to pay back All of the money I paid him But that's pushing it. I want everything. I want a world tour I want to do more with my life than just Sit here And write about it I want to be wanted and loved Not by everybody But perhaps Just a loyal fanbase A few hundred thousand Maybe a million Considering there are 8 billion people on the planet and My talent is condensed and limited by The language barrier I want Bearr to be anywhere he feels happier I want people to know that I tried my best, i”m not lazy I want people to know the rest of the story Why i'm crazy How I made it all up– And they helped me How we all decided on the world we're in together And the only way to get to heaven is to remember. Kx5 …I remember. MAN, SHUT THE FUCK – UP. My documents is glitching Must be witchcraft (Or Glitchcraft, my other alias) As it's getting close to Christmas *hoodness* Niggas, man. My butt keeps getting bigger, man Suit up for the sermon I haven't gone frgun surfin as Sunni Since SupaSunday survs. Ahem. Fuck Starr Robert's the wifebeater— You wanna ride on your ex wife'a fame: Well here it is, That's what your name is: Starr Michael Roberts, The Wifebeater Comma and all And fuck Mike Roberts Sr For beating your mother— (Cause you need her.) What goes around comes around With these words, I defeat you Can't afford feed you; So here go the demons Try eating em. I try meeting men Looking lean and thin, But that's besides the point— Anoint myself in oil, Cause what it boils down to is I'll spoil my kid However I see fit Using the music I do Cause you couldn't Enough of that I get reminded of the past daily, It's a regression of Chanpion sweaters Dirty white Nikes And train riders with anxiety Sitting by me That knee shaking thing, And coughing “He must hate me”, I think Cause he never could have loved me To put a curse on Poor son Growing up on McDonald's and hot pockets —but I got nothin My father ain't got a lawyer So I'm undercover Till supacree comes back To smoke you Keep smoking You see me on TV You don't know me I don't owe nobody nothing And feeding informants Father for the punishments and judgements Try punching a light skin You like this? It's not lyrics I write //return to sender// Just like this Get out of my face With the crazy shit! You made me do this, Fuck it, I'll keep pressing the red button then, Just for the record, I don't need medical attention Unless it's part of the decision to let me in To an Ivy legume college On scholarship So check to complex rhymes, man Check out the complex I'm not gonna fight over a man, *laughs* That's just madness and Satanic, I'm way past hate and angst; Please! The “Prince of Peace” Is reading this Vengeful and revenge seeking Cause I promise I'm not confrontational, Multi-national linguist, Entertainer of languages, Maker of sandwhiches, And handsome Skrillexes. I riddle this nigga for dinner; For pleasure and other reasons, The change of the seasons is over It's cold as fuck Like my heart is I'm an artist What the fuck do you want Been made to suffer too long *coughs* Cover your mouth you programmable posessivle depressive sons of bitches— Whoever did this is gonna get it (Unless it's the government) Crumbling under itself for what it did l To the inhabitants of the Divided Fakes of unbearable unaffordable divorced mothers and fathers, Sisters and brothers unrecognizable to each other anymore Over fucking currency— I'm done with earth! If all you want is money to buy stuff Keep struggling and suffering Of love is gone Then so is time And so is I am I am I You wanna kill me?! Now you die. Return to sender. Wife eating little puert ass bitch. Can't forgive someone who never apologized Cause the statute of limitations isn't up I'm not giving up, I love my son; I'll send the aliens to pick him up —A Rendevous; A Coup d'état, An “I love You” from afar, Though I'm lost, Might not come back around, Might be one, might be dos Might be God or just The other one For the love of money Here's a double dose of “Shut the fuck up” With a spoonful of sugar, From the Wrong Mary Poppins Where it pops off, In the long run. Bro there has better be a better drop after a monologue like that or I'm gonna be mad at myself for staring into space. (There wasn't.) STAY IN YOUR LANE, STARR THIS AINT A GAME, STARR YOU ARE A LAME, STARR— I AM A GANG-STAR FAME-STAR VAMPIRE FANG-STAR “Dang Starr, Is that your old lady?! YOU MUST'VE REALLY FUCKED UP, DAWG YOU GOT ME FUCKED UP, STARR WHAT'S UP STARR?! KILL YOU ON WORLDSTAR GOLDSTAR DON'T START LIKE THE ONLY CAR YOU OWN STARR WOAH, gotta go hit the road, Starr Choke on a pole, Starr So far Karma hit you sitting all alone Starr I'm not sorry! Got a scar on my eye And a scar on my heart! Gasoline and a spark Your whole hearse Just to watch you burn. Reverse the curse You worthless— Whoever her is Deserves ya, The only mother to you son Is the ONE WHO I AM DIE NOW I know it's been awhile but I still have flashbacks The train was Dragging my body Ten whole blocks Between two stops Before anyone noticed I jumped Not even the driver It was a long ride up It was a long ride back It was a long way there I took the wrong way out I took the long way home I took the long way gone I took took the long way around I took the local I took the local I took the local I took the local “Be careful of mirrors” Haven't looked in the mirror since Mirrored rocks and mirrored doors open. I was hoping… A split decusion, impulsive I jumped before I even thought of it Subtropics lol subtropics Ganja White Night Liquid Stranger Excision Space Laces Space Jesus Four Tet Clap tone Urban flora Marian Hill Blunts N Blondes Got most of these, still need a couple more albums to start my apprenticeship in dubstep. Lol “Bass music” {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U. Idc if I'm an NPC at least I'm not trying to kill people by using weak and immoral individuals susceptible control and possession to attack using psychological terrorism. But whatever. What goes around comes around. All this war that being fought is being fought on stolen sacred land on the graves of the bloodshed of hundreds of thousands. Cough at me all you want Cut me off in the street— Keep sending people to infiltrate my creative spaces and sacred places— I'm not worried. Karma Comes Around -X.

Bro there has better be a better drop after a monologue like that or I'm gonna be mad at myself for staring into space. (There wasn't.) STAY IN YOUR LANE, STARR THIS AINT A GAME, STARR YOU ARE A LAME, STARR— I AM A GANG-STAR FAME-STAR VAMPIRE FANG-STAR “Dang Starr, Is that your old lady?! YOU MUST'VE REALLY FUCKED UP, DAWG YOU GOT ME FUCKED UP, STARR WHAT'S UP STARR?! KILL YOU ON WORLDSTAR GOLDSTAR DON'T START LIKE THE ONLY CAR YOU OWN STARR WOAH, gotta go hit the road, Starr Choke on a pole, Starr So far Karma hit you sitting all alone Starr I'm not sorry! Got a scar on my eye And a scar on my heart! Gasoline and a spark Your whole hearse Just to watch you burn. Reverse the curse You worthless— Whoever her is Deserves ya, The only mother to you son Is the ONE WHO I AM DIE NOW I know it's been awhile but I still have flashbacks The train was Dragging my body Ten whole blocks Between two stops Before anyone noticed I jumped Not even the driver It was a long ride up It was a long ride back It was a long way there I took the wrong way out I took the long way home I took the long way gone I took took the long way around I took the local I took the local I took the local I took the local “Be careful of mirrors” Haven't looked in the mirror since Mirrored rocks and mirrored doors open. I was hoping… A split decusion, impulsive I jumped before I even thought of it Subtropics lol subtropics Ganja White Night Liquid Stranger Excision Space Laces Space Jesus Four Tet Clap tone Urban flora Marian Hill Blunts N Blondes Got most of these, still need a couple more albums to start my apprenticeship in dubstep. Lol “Bass music” The bellow of a faraway beast A far cry from where I belong I still haven't opened my eyes in a while A flash brings me back to the time As where I am Gone in the run of a mile (or Five of them) Don't call me home I don't wonder no more I'm going to work There's no knock at the door from here Don't try to pull it apart– it's all nonsense Went for a walk, I just haven't been back since It's been years It's been years It's been years; I'm still careful of years “that's all you get” The one love that went awry And awkward, I walk as if I were a toddler Persistence, perseverance Patience, the doctor said Patience, I've more than a doctor –I thought that was clever It's been forever It's been forever It's been a life lived, dear Don't you know you've so many more of them In morse code I said “Want to go home, I've been under the weather” I thought that was clever, Hence the umbrella I put a spell on him– But that's irrelevant Only time could tell But I don't tell him anything He put a spell on me, I was in Hell I guess I learned to spell again, Put the whole world in my head So that it would spin– But that's irrelevant I tend to spend all my time Sending messages into the infinite With no recollection of Anything other than What God wanted I've got no other friends But i've more patients than doctors (I thought that was clever) Persistence, perseverance Plenty of dead friends, and saints Full of patience and practice, The doctor said “I've never done anything like this” Which reminds me, I should be prying my mind open Trying to find someone that might Finance my tripumphs Instead of just crying and trying to find the right time To remind myself: I'm just as mad at my mind For unwinding And time, For fear of dying– As it seems like those around me are Fearful Of leaving here, So unaware that this Model is just one of Hundreds of thousands Just like it A passage of time So insignificant, Just the beginning of Something so infinite It's just forgettable Forgiveness Isn't Figurative Unless it's A punishment for Punching the clock Or Punching your wife Or Giving up easily– Rather, It's indifferent, I figured The world spins Because Its just In my head SEP FROM UNISON Hi. … Hello. SEP FROM UNISON Give me a dollar. … Ok. SEP FROM UNISON Nice. SEP FROM UNISON See ya later. *disappears, but definitely not for forever* … … … Oh good, you're here. Where is this. Your future. Oh? Here, put this on. What is this. Put it on. –okay? Nice *disappears, but probably forever* Huh. L E G E N D S “The Rabbit Hole” GARY. …yes? Did you take out the trash? Not yet. Well– DO THAT. …okay. GARY is a Janitor; he sometimes stares into space for long periods of time, daydreaming that he is a superstar DJ named KASKADE. GARY. He is not. He is a janitor. –sorry. It's a longshot How I loved that backlot Longer than time And I don't know why, but I've got my eyes closed, i'm Turning back time I'm back at Bob Hope Direct from LaGuardia I would take JFK to LAX But I've been next up Now i'm out front iPhone Cameras and Nikons I'm a Icon “Madonna's Falafels” JENNIFER ANNISTON Have another fucking fallafel, I swear. OH MY GOD. JENNIFER ANNISTON Go right ahead. IS THAT A GUN JENNIFER ANNISTON What does it look like? It looks like gun! *takes another bite* Unh… [JENNIFER ANNISTON fires a shot into the roof!] COME ON, THIS IS A RENTAL. [MADONNA comes down the stairs in a bathrobe–a cucumber pops off of one of her eyes.] MADONNA WHAT IS GOING ON. JENNIFER ANNISTON THUNDER THIGHS IS EATING A FALAFEL. MADONNA *eggagerated gasp* IS THAT MY FALLAFEL. I'M SO HUNGRY. *takes another bite* JENNIFER ANNISTON OH! MADONNA GIMMIE THAT GUN You're a sick Individual; And I don't care. You make my life difficult, And I don't care. I'll never be good enough; And I don't care Now it's so obvious; And I don't care It's so wrong All that I want from you; You're all I want– And all I've ever gotten It's funny, huh, How it all works out Around the world and back And I'm still the same as I ever was You're all I want, Because y're everything I'm not False flag I might throw in the towl I don't mean to brag but My mind is fowl I live in the gutter With less responsibility, I might be a part animal But– What you see is what you get (If you get me drunk, i'll suck your dic Till the sun comes up, And it sets again) Or was it acid My secret combination A flower in a garden Beg your pardon I got a hard on Honest Look, regardless of what you actually want, I'm going to be the most toxic thing that ever happened to you. Promise. Thats about the only promise i can make. Moe toxic than AIDS. You have AIDS. Anything can be arranged. You would do that just to spite me? I would do anything just to spite you, Dillon Francis. This is the worst. This is the worst, ever. EAT THE BRATWURST. NAAEEERR. EAAT THE SAUSAGE. NOOO–AAAHHH. JUST–EAT IT. AHHHHHHHH. This story takes forever to tell. Well, it's going to have to be less than forever. For what. WE DON'T HAVE TIME. This version of me likes everything spicy. That's it? That's the only difference? –and does a lot of cocaine. Oh. That's Nice. *snifs* nice . Hey. Hey. Hold this. *leaves* …haha. What, dude. I'm gonna kill you in your sleep. You wanna know what's fucked up? No. I have dirty little secrets no one should know about– –Christ– –And people know about them. I'm just gonna stay over here in the safezone. What “safezone”? This dude is about to blow you off the map. I'm making peace with this. Here, breakfast. What's in this. Eggs. What's going on. Nothing, Skrillex. Go back to bed. -_- Aw. That kid is cute. I know huh. TYLER. Lol. who the fuck is tyler. I don't know. TYLER, GET IN HERE. TYLER is a DILLON FRANCIS. [TYLER] Woah. Whaaat. Ah. What's in a name, anyway? That's it? That's the only difference. Yup. His name's “Tyler” He's fucking perfect. Yeah, except. TYLER! OH MY GOD. WHAT. DId you ever figure out what happened to the- No, not yet. DEADMAU5 I don't respect you. Aww. did you hear that? I heart that. deadmau5 doesn't respect me. that's sad. that is sad. I'm so sad. I'd be sad. now i'm sadmau5. lol So. Wait. Mmhmm. I'm–deadmau5. Yes. So that means. WHAT IS THIS CRISIS. I'm sorry, I'm trying. I really am. DADMAU5. What did you do. I dug up a lot of pasts. PASTS. And brought them to the present. Oh God. Oh Lord. Oh Jesus. I don't understand. Please, please stop this. I can't. It's happened. PART I: Skrillex left me stranded in New York. SKRILLEX I'M A GOD. PART II: Revenge. ME Revenge!? What revenge! I don't want revenge on Skrillex–It's SKRILLEX. SKRILLEX DIE MOTHERFUCKER. *dies* This dude has been winning for like 7 seasons straight. Make that 8. 8 Seasons Straight. Wait. What was that dream I had last night I hope she remembers. It was something important. Don't tell mom about this. Mom about what. [Explosion] OH MY GOD. Listen, i'm gonna try to hold this motherfucker down, for as long as I can– Do that. But eventually–it's going to get up and eat something–or everything–including me–because, well– [WORST DRAGON EVER] It's a dragon, and that's what it does. COELACANTH GROWLS Look. I can't keep feeding this thing bananas. I'm going broke. I'm pretty sure if you don't feed this thing bananas, whatever's going to happen is worse. What's worse than being broke in New York City. My God, you're right. Well. COELACANTH GROWLS AGAIN. That's it, buddy! NO more bananas COELACANTH ??? NO — MORE —- BANANAS. [the box is empty] See? What did you do. Nothin. WHAT DID YOU DO. Don't touch me. Why are you squinting like that. Uh. Cause I have eyes. You have a secret. Everyone has secrets. YOU'RE KEEPING A SECRET FROM ME. Alright, buddy. Alright, that's a synchronicity: i gotta go. Where are you going? To get some dick. EW. Arguably. That's gross. I'm–pretty gross. Ugh! See ya. Or not. Whatever. Sorry to say “I'm sorry” So, so Sonny doesn't love me, no more Okay I'll jus curl up under my Security blanket It's a curse, sure it is I write myself blank checks Jim Carrey me home (whatever that means) Cause I've been homeless so long And nobody wants me It's just a bee sting, But don't eat honey No worries I'm sorry to say “i'm sorry” So he don't love me, huh That's awful So what was it all for Homework Somehow, I just go back and forth That's the way to move forward Sure, it is–it's a curse *cough* a lovely photographer, Sorry I loved him before But it's awful now Take me home (Whatever that was) No worries I write myself blank checks Jim Carrey me home (whatever that means) Cause I've been homeless so long And nobody wants me It's just a bee sting, But don't eat honey No worries I've been under the radar famous Haven't been the same sense Same senses: six of them Don't even know what today is __ It's just a sex thing; I don't want the rest of you That she can have Your other less-than-half I still have a percentage (Nonsense) I still want to grab at your– (Aha) First things first, And last things last All of these past lives I get the last laugh If that's your first wife Good luck, getting it right God knows I tried God knows when I'm crying, And still doesn't like it So much for colorblind Automatic shades, and motorized blind What a lovely time to find A tie that binds Sugar and spice That's mild, Compared to your wild eyes And the trials I've Tested thorough lik vials (or, test tubes, right) That's the best cube, right The latest edition I've had my eye on It's just a distraction I haven't the slightest idea What an Ion is, Beyond science and mathematics, This magic campaign A pain in my ass, Dillon Francis That's what that is I left that Amethyst At your Grandma's. What. “To Gradmother's House We Go” I don't think this is a good plan– This is the plan. –at all. I don't wanna talk to Dillon's Grandma. Dillon Francis. Gross. Listen, that's the only way. But what if she's racist. She's a super old white lady. Of course she's racist. MEANWHILE, IN CROATIA [Speaking in croatian] Damn. This is fucked up. I think we went back too far. WAIT JUST A COTTON - PICKIN MINUTE. WHO'S COTTON- PICKING? Oh God, stop this. My eye is in the Sky– (My eye is in the sky) I'm always by your side My eye is in the sky YOu keep asking me what I want, Like I know the answer! Like, I know the answer– But like, you're not gonna like it, I mean you might, And I could try to divide by 5 To get the answer right, But not tonight I'm too busy dying I guess i”m a dick rider. Right, I'm just– A big writer, Provided I'm onto my idol Or icon Drawing on dollars, A white collar criminal It's simple This isn't my passion– But it's my talent; Whatever, I'll have to work at it Addition, subtraction (Erect, or dysfunctional) Truly poetic, but lets keep it classy I'm passing it on my my agent, He'll have a laugh at it. So it's been another ten years; Here we are, In the place that i built If you're so fond of me , How about you follow me Into the next life, Onward, and into the darkness Oh! You can see in the dark now? You succubus! Isolate all of us, Bring you up high till you fall down The irony is, I'm not ungrateful, I just feel as if I've slightly earned it (Just a little bit) Honest to God, I'm just a mediocre talen But at the very least, at the end of it I can just laugh and pretend It didn't happen Fellas, You ever been shit on by two women At the same time, (not literally– but , ust out o f curiosity, If i was being seriously literal, How many of you Would have still said yes, By a raise of hands? Or, lets just have all the Supersta DJs stand up (Every single fan would give you a hand job!) Just remember the guy holding The sign at Trader Joe's in the back of the store that says “The line starts here” doesn't get paid anymore Than the guy taking a nap in the bathroom Or the chick who's crying on her “Fuck it, I quit!” –But Hailey, we needed the second income Gotta start somewhere “–I just need a plunger” Better try elsewhere, bud It'll be well into next year, before I get anywhere with this Dillon Francis Shit. Fuck. I did it again I let my obsessions slip In the deadmau5, a false flag In the big relay race to Skrillex —and I can't image how backed up his inbox is with pictures of ass and tits on Anyday of the year, but especially, this– Happy Birthday, kid. Now where's the pinata? I oughtta wish him a bat to the head For the shit he said And he blasted that bathroom snapchat pic All over the internet It's all over the internet Better yet, I'm on the black market, I just bought it for a dollar I bet i could show you how wrong you are with just a remark Suck my balls, fart. That guy's a lot to handle. Didn't I start this off with something more poetic? I bet, but got stuck in a mousetrap I hope you're happy, you know Actually, I'm hoping it turns out tragic Haven't you ever run out of your magic? Wait, nobody has that. It was. All just. In. Your. Head. Wake. UP. Hey kid, What's the plan for tomorrow? (Hopefully more falafels, but probably not, thought) Uh, I gotta show up at the post office, *facepalm* Another Dillon Francis reference Forget I ever had instagram ( haven't yet So, what's the plan then? More bacon on my bacon. Okay, Mr. Miserable, I get we're incompatible, But i”m an animal, Or at least the bi-product of something Or somesuch Fuck it, I give all the way up. Hey kid, If i jump in front of a train (and don't make it) How am I gonna explain this? I almost forgot how When pretty girls turn evil They get ugly Huh I guess I should humble up and consider us equals huh hey satan I wish I could just – Forget it I wish i could just Forget it I wish i could just Forget it Any other kind of way, And i could go crazy on a day like this Okay, Dillon Francis. You have my blessing. I–what. You have my blessing. For what. You love this girl. CONT'D Then marry her. Wait, do what. So it's settled! Wait. You're getting married. DILLON FRANCIS IS ENGAGED. YES. whaaaaat . MAZEL TOV, MOTHERFUCKER. Wait. *CHAMPAGNE SHOWERS SELF* YESSSSSSSSS. ohmygod. Wait, why are you so happy? Because! *MORE CHAMPAGNE SHOWERS* Wow. What's going on. When Dillon Francis gets married, I get pizza. What's so special about pizza. CHEESE. Oh, so it's cheese, you want? Stop comin' up in my dreams, motherfucker! These are my dreams. Well, that's gross! Is it. Why are we we at McDonalds? When else am I gonna eat at McDonalds. You're right. I'm always right. Maybe that's why you're so miserable. Yeap, pretty much. Where's your head? In the shop. FLASHBACk: Ū stabs DEADMAU5 through the head with her SPEAR. That's it? It's just a “spear?” It doesn't have a cool name or anything like that? No, it literally only exists like, once. It's an ancillary rave weapon? No, it's–it's just a spear. (FROM THIS SCENE) Ū is sharpening a spear, unaasumingly, when deadmau5 casually walks in. What's that spear for? [Deadmau5 enters unassumingly] YAH. Ū dramatically jabs spear into the left eye of the mau5 helmet, precisely through the center of the ‘X', and consequently through his head it sparks and glitches, before turning ‘off', as his body begins bleeding profusely, dying against the wall. HOOOOO YOOOOOOO WHAT THE FUCK. *everyone is shocked*, but Ū seems unbothered entirely, if not bored. You killed deadmau5 Well, you asked. I asked why you had a spear! –And i demonstrated. OH MY GOD. Lol demon-strated. YOU KILLED DEADMAU5 Don't worry, he'll be back. Hi, yes, I'd like a large cheese pizza. What are you doing. Extra cheese. Sunni. What does it look like i'm doing. Ordering a pizza. Cause i'm ordering a pizza! Fuck! Hello. Yeah, sorry. Sunni. WHAT. SHUT UP. You're strictly vegan. Well, now i'm vegetarian. Shut up. sunni! What!? THE FUCK. It's in your contract. So is this. What. What. Do you want pizza? Sunni. Make that two pizzas. Sunni Yes, both extra cheese. Ok. Sunni. Shut up. Ok. Sunni SHUT UP. No not you! Apologies. Ok. Use the intercom. Peace. *hangs up* Fuck yeah. Fuck Dillon Francis. Sunni, what are you doing? I'm–going for a swim. In my pool. No, I mean. What. You have sponsorship with like 8 Stictly Pro-Vegan companies. I also have sponsorship with Walmart. WAL * MART That's not the point. What's the point? You're being avoidant. I–always avoid you. You have contracts! That's why I avoid you. With huge companies! Yeah, well. Tonight I'm having pizza in my hot tub. You can't just. Trust me, Maybel. IT's- I have another contract that I promise, overrides any other contract. Hands down. What's this got to do with Dillon Francis. NOTHIN. *phone rings* YO. Ugh. Yeah, Come over. Sunni! I ordered pizza. [later, in the hot tub] Nevermind, next scene! Ah NO! What! (Don't worry, I know how it goes.) “What do you want?” It's as if the entire universe was asking in tandem, in every way it could, what I really wanted–almost forcing me to recollect: what did I actually want? WHAT DO YOU WANT?! Well, for the most part, I wanted to live. Okay, you're alive. No, I promise, i'm dead as fuck. Well, if i'm dead, then, it doesn't really matter if I SHUT UP. What? JUST SHUT UP. Uhm. UGH. Before KA has even realized, KU has disappeared entirely. He is left in the expanse of the outer darkness alone–and perhaps, even, for the first time in his existence–afraid. A look of worry and fear reflect in his eyes, ever growing darker by the fading light of the distant cosmos as he stands at once still in the enclave of nonexistence. TO BE CONTINUED Honestly, though– I just wanna get like, really hot, and like Fuck a bunch of good looking white dues I mean, really good looking Smart ones Probably do that, eat a bunch of whole, healthy foods Cook more healthy shit Bake pies Fuck some more –and forget I ever even tried to make music. Lol And maybe while i'm doing that I can popo out a couple kids Make sure the one i've got doesn't have to weigh like 500 pounds, Publish some of my books, Play video games And forget about what a DJ is or what they do Unless I occasionally show up to a festival To get shitfaced And be really hot, Like I never got to be in my teens, Or in my 20's –But on the other hand, If i can't do any of that– I don't know, not exactly live my hopes and dreams, cause , you know– Everything i've just described in the above parenthetical Isn't nesseicarily me living my dreams, Or even “Living my best life” Cause if i'm living my best iife I'm headlining EDC, (Before getting shitfaced), And, I don't know, Not maybe fucking like an entire football team of good looking hite dudes –I mean really good looking– Smart ones– But like, just one– Whose hopes and dreams align with mine, and maybe I don't know, Isn't a nightmare? But that's pushing it. Taht's wild to think about: Me living my best life actually is pursuing all of my passions One of which is music (Fucking shoot me) and while I don't nessecarily even have a passion in literature– Which is, honestly, More, like, Just a natural talent, For example, How, Even after running 2 miles on the treadmill, Lifting what's around apparently ‘135', (according to some stranger at the gym) And working out to my own mixtape– Not once, but twice– Because i hadn't heard it in so long that I had actually forgotten How goog it was; And, it was so good, I couldn't actually believe it– Like, at all– So instead of listening to another mixtape, I just listened to it again to confirm (With myself) “Damn, that was good” Cause it was– Only to come back to this giant, Piece of shit, Hell hole of a hotel To find that whatever satanic demon seems to have possessed m roommate Actually has the ability to make me want to kill myself For the first time in weeks. So i think about it, After not feeling an ounce of suicidal ideation In the amount of time it's taken to turn a 15 minute mile Into a ten minute mile, A ten minute mile into an Eight Minute Mile, And An Eight minute mile into Two eight minute miles, Nonstop, by the way, Which isn't much by the standards of the people who grew up on Whole foods diet and taking vitamins that Didn't look like Flinstones and taste like sweettarts Cause lets face it: That's sweet tarts, right? –but it is impressive to me I impressed myself; I cured 30 years of trauma and depression by eating exclusively at Whole Foods Market And going to the gym every day Even if its for 5 minutes Every Single Day With the exception of– You know When my roomate's depression gets so bad It becomes contagious, and exhausting to the point that I can only listen to the 48 laws of power on repeat So many times And can't help on my life to think about her When it gets to the law that states That you can die of other people's misery. Cause you can, And I almost did, So i consider myself, these days to be more dead than alive, or to have never lived Cause i've got Skrillex on a world tour dancing around in one side of my brain and, deadmau5 swinging his dick around somewhere in my subconcious –and of course, Dillon Francis somewhere between my funny bone And my frontal lobe wreaking more havoc on my psyche than any man should have the ability to, but - Again, I've come so far And fought so hard just Trying to live or at least Trying to catch up To the caucasians And sometimes, but rarely asians and other ethnics that actually fit in; and were born alive rather than dead In bodies and with minds that functioned Maybe not perfectly, But well enough to socialize or capitalize on whatever strengths and talents they were given Not to complain (Again) But just to reiterate, I was born with gifts and talents, But, doubling back To the 48 Laws I learned all of them from my mom Before I turned one And the way I read the book was Pretty much just A backwards regression, Realizing that having a mother With so much trauma and depression Might effect everything And be the difference between Being an athlete, a superstar musician Or any other reason I abandoned Instagram; Cause i don't like the algorithm reminding me Of how fat I am Or that I'm black Or how much i've failed Or of all the things I could but can't do Because i'm still playing catch up to Karen Or whatever you wanna call her We all have names, but It's possible that We've been lost In all the comparison to one another Because in all this time Woman to woman and Man to man Nobody really knows what the fuck it is they really want. So what do I want? Fuck it, I want a yacht, With deadmau5, Skrillex, and Dillon Francis on it Just so i can throw them off and ride off into the sunset So i can go preform at some awesome Insomniac event Where i'll fall in love with everybody in the front row –well, maybe, not all of them but a lot, Or maybe I just want their bodies I don't know The only difference between love and lust comes From motherhood; So where's my son fit in to all of this? Or i should just Leave him in the dust, with his father Who I often think of Cause the raised scar he left me Crosses my tongue every other word? Sure. Whatever. It's just more to write about, But I might want less to write about cause I've been studying other authors And the shotguns that they loved enough to swallow –But honesty, i've been working out so hard It's hard to want to off myself Till I come to this hotel Where my roommate just– Doesn't sti will with me And doesn't sit still at all —which is crazy to think That in all this narcissism i've developed I still have enough empathy That her anxiety makes me Feel the need to eat, or if I haven't So empty I coud vomit And i thought i was making it up, but As it turned out, Beautiful women can't be tested And it seems she's probably still beautiful To the many men that would love to have a perfect girl To bend to his will; But really, It's almost as if with every evil thing she's done someone uglier replaces the girl I first saw With each remark Of course, I'm sure it's all for something But i wanted more for us to get along Than to have a room alone Where i could tell this story; Or write my albums Or wipe the slate clean I'm thinking of just Starting over Of course, sixteen pages deep I find it hard to believe It really just comes naturally And quite automatic That it's almost paranormal What do I want? A warm body That won't hurt me a home of my own A couple of dogs – Here it goes again Fuck Dillon Francis I want a life so well fucking lived And well accomplished that It doesn't even matter, The Festival Project, or anything in it Fuck, I just want to be happy What if i cured 30 years of depression Eating Whole Foods Market and working out, without Therapy, Using google documents and Dance music as an outlet? Wouldn't you be proud? Or maybe I could get offed for that. I don't know.. Maybe what's good for the goose is good for the gander The password was flagship Getting abstract and poetic again, Picking up pennies bending my enemies into my empathy, Sweltering, sweating regrets on my epitaphs Ugh The best of the best, A decade has passed I'm switching my cadences, Just in case somebody reads this crap Blissful awareness, I shouldn't be scares of it Clandestine palaces crash, Shattered by amethyst Man, fuck dillon francis and his happy ass, always had it, perfectly privleged caucasian interchangeable dangerous engagement of a girlfriend . Yeah, fuck both of them. Again, if you're taking it literal– Fuck it, They're both fucking beautiful. I'll just be USeful, or something. Should probably brush up my resume– Interesting, isn't it? Haven't thought of jumping in front of a train before neyla went crazy, But heyl I made it up. We can pretend we're individuals But i live in a collective consciousness, Whoever's in ignorant bliss of this I consider lucky, negligent, and unconscious But that's just be being pompous. I'm half a white supremacist, anyway Conservative, straight up But lately, I hate the whole game game I made up But hey, At least there's deadmau5. Oh yeah, that's what I want. I want to be like deadmau5. I want a whole house filled with synthesiszers A custom sound system and a hot wife; A big brain, A fan base, And a nice body; I want a whole lot of Flying around, and everybody loving me; And loving every body At every party Amen Yeah, that's what I want. I want to be a rockstar; I want a daughter with Skrillex And six encores. I want a horse drawn carriage; An all-star wedding, and a Tesla; I want my chest done so damn big, I need a reduction. Better stay humble. For better, or worse, you know. If it was a curse, I'd probably be worse off, Than all who have wronged me– It never lasts long, It's all temporary, Nobody loves me– I'm just a pathological insomniac Call me a Devil, I'll try to find him– A vegan light skin, but in the eyes I'd probably find him A cut above it all, I'm just in awe we've never talked, But i'm just like you A stone against a wall, I'd be a shamed to call my father Suicidal But that's where my mind goes When there's no one And my own son Doesn't know me But I only know What love is Cause i held him In my arms the very moment He was born So What do I want? I want him to know? I'll always love him No matter where I go And I'd rather be homeless Than no one In my own home Next to his father What do I want? I want him to go to school And never worry if he''ll be able to catch up. What do I want? I want a family, But that can't heppen Cause nobody loves me What do I want? I want to see Satan in his own body; Instead of taking the ones around me And playing with them Since he wants to follow me What do I want? A lot of money Said everybody. What do I want? A son and a daughter– that won't die before me. What do I want? I want someone else to recite this anomaly of poetry with, or without me. What do I want? I want to google the definition of ‘pithy” Cause it's been circling incessantly inside my head Like depression hasn't; But my roomate has it And i'm not trying to catch it Fucking toxic obnoxious Whatever, forget it SUCCUBUS. Yeah, we know what that is. pith·y /ˈpiTHē/ adjective 1. (of language or style) concise and forcefully expressive. 2. (of a fruit or plant) containing much pith. Nice. Yeah well. This whole thing is opening my third eye, To how guys see it. It doesn't make sense To give consent, And then renig it; This isn't sex But if it was, Why would you mess with his head like that? And if it was If you wanna lay in bed and get fat, that's fine But get the fuck out of here with that I can't So What do I want? To keep counting my blessings that I got healthy What do I want? I want psychology to catch up to my understanding. What do i want? Honestly, i just want my own something What do I want? To balance the toxicity, I guess Everybody has choices And mine is– I count my blessings, just to stay blessed I don't want anything from anybody. But i don't say don't cause that negates negativity, entirely . Perhaps, soe reverse psychology, But if I go back to school I'll be bored (and really horny) If i go back to school, I'll owe even more money! If i go back to school I'll do music and not psychology. If i go back to school, I'll have professors younger than me. If i go back to school I'll drown in the toxicity; The new generation's vaping, hating themselves canceling everything: everyone's a baby rapist But you can't say it or isolate them cause tolerating even the most Unsavory behavior is fuck , i lost it. What happened. Idk. eminem's cadence. It had an ‘a' Lets see. fuck . To tolerate sunsavory behavior is worth debating, Nope, i lost it You thnk so Idk if i think about it too much it'll lose its what Soul. What. you have one of those? Yeah. Dang. That's cool. Everyone has one (that's not true) *shrugs* I don't. What. I used to. What?! I sold it. What. To the devil. Now i'm famous. *shrugs, super satisfied* …How'd you get famous? …I woke up like this. *nods, unquestioning* I still remember the taste of bong water like it was yesterday. I guess i'd consider bondage, for the right boytoy. So what do you want? I want to stop writing, but it's still early. What do you want? I want more coffee, and less yawning. What do you want? I want God to be happy, Cause i personified her And she's angry I ruined my body by eating. Perceivably. The positives: Now I knw Sweet Chili Doritos are probably vegan. The positives: Now I know she's programmed by the government and/or susceptible to possession by satan, or a combination of both things–assuming one is not the other, as not astonishingly, the toxicity it would take to program one person to torture another is alarmingly evil; But Karma comes to those who intentionally hurt others, you know– I've been brushing up on Kabbalah It seems to attempt to provoke, but I'd rather do nothing but stall Perhaps i've adapted habits Become pathological, or What have you At least I know that condition comes from trauma Not that i'm Not responsible I just stoped giving a fuck If everything i do is wrong And i'm the problem Why do i keep waking up, then? What do you want? I want Whole Foods Market to sponsor me. What do you want? I want Equinox Fitness seven days a week. What do you want? I want to raise smart and capable children. What do you want? I want to forget Dillon Francis ever existed I want Skrillex to stop being Skrillex I want synthesizers and acoustic instruments in my top floor apartment In manhattan, and My ex husband to pay back All of the money I paid him But that's pushing it. I want everything. I want a world tour I want to do more with my life than just Sit here And write about it I want to be wanted and loved Not by everybody But perhaps Just a loyal fanbase A few hundred thousand Maybe a million Considering there are 8 billion people on the planet and My talent is condensed and limited by The language barrier I want Bearr to be anywhere he feels happier I want people to know that I tried my best, i”m not lazy I want people to know the rest of the story Why i'm crazy How I made it all up– And they helped me How we all decided on the world we're in together And the only way to get to heaven is to remember. Kx5 …I remember. MAN, SHUT THE FUCK – UP. My documents is glitching Must be witchcraft (Or Glitchcraft, my other alias) As it's getting close to Christmas *hoodness* Niggas, man. My butt keeps getting bigger, man Suit up for the sermon I haven't gone frgun surfin as Sunni Since SupaSunday survs. Ahem. Fuck Starr Robert's the wifebeater— You wanna ride on your ex wife'a fame: Well here it is, That's what your name is: Starr Michael Roberts, The Wifebeater Comma and all And fuck Mike Roberts Sr For beating your mother— (Cause you need her.) What goes around comes around With these words, I defeat you Can't afford feed you; So here go the demons Try eating em. I try meeting men Looking lean and thin, But that's besides the point— Anoint myself in oil, Cause what it boils down to is I'll spoil my kid However I see fit Using the music I do Cause you couldn't Enough of that I get reminded of the past daily, It's a regression of Chanpion sweaters Dirty white Nikes And train riders with anxiety Sitting by me That knee shaking thing, And coughing “He must hate me”, I think Cause he never could have loved me To put a curse on Poor son Growing up on McDonald's and hot pockets —but I got nothin My father ain't got a lawyer So I'm undercover Till supacree comes back To smoke you Keep smoking You see me on TV You don't know me I don't owe nobody nothing And feeding informants Father for the punishments and judgements Try punching a light skin You like this? It's not lyrics I write //return to sender// Just like this Get out of my face With the crazy shit! You made me do this, Fuck it, I'll keep pressing the red button then, Just for the record, I don't need medical attention Unless it's part of the decision to let me in To an Ivy legume college On scholarship So check to complex rhymes, man Check out the complex I'm not gonna fight over a man, *laughs* That's just madness and Satanic, I'm way past hate and angst; Please! The “Prince of Peace” Is reading this Vengeful and revenge seeking Cause I promise I'm not confrontational, Multi-national linguist, Entertainer of languages, Maker of sandwhiches, And handsome Skrillexes. I riddle this nigga for dinner; For pleasure and other reasons, The change of the seasons is over It's cold as fuck Like my heart is I'm an artist What the fuck do you want Been made to suffer too long *coughs* Cover your mouth you programmable posessivle depressive sons of bitches— Whoever did this is gonna get it (Unless it's the government) Crumbling under itself for what it did l To the inhabitants of the Divided Fakes of unbearable unaffordable divorced mothers and fathers, Sisters and brothers unrecognizable to each other anymore Over fucking currency— I'm done with earth! If all you want is money to buy stuff Keep struggling and suffering Of love is gone Then so is time And so is I am I am I You wanna kill me?! Now you die. Return to sender. Wife eating little puert ass bitch. Can't forgive someone who never apologized Cause the statute of limitations isn't up I'm not giving up, I love my son; I'll send the aliens to pick him up —A Rendevous; A Coup d'état, An “I love You” from afar, Though I'm lost, Might not come back around, Might be one, might be dos Might be God or just The other one For the love of money Here's a double dose of “Shut the fuck up” With a spoonful of sugar, From the Wrong Mary Poppins Where it pops off, In the long run. Bro there has better be a better drop after a monologue like that or I'm gonna be mad at myself for staring into space. (There wasn't.) STAY IN YOUR LANE, STARR THIS AINT A GAME, STARR YOU ARE A LAME, STARR— I AM A GANG-STAR FAME-STAR VAMPIRE FANG-STAR “Dang Starr, Is that your old lady?! YOU MUST'VE REALLY FUCKED UP, DAWG YOU GOT ME FUCKED UP, STARR WHAT'S UP STARR?! KILL YOU ON WORLDSTAR GOLDSTAR DON'T START LIKE THE ONLY CAR YOU OWN STARR WOAH, gotta go hit the road, Starr Choke on a pole, Starr So far Karma hit you sitting all alone Starr I'm not sorry! Got a scar on my eye And a scar on my heart! Gasoline and a spark Your whole hearse Just to watch you burn. Reverse the curse You worthless— Whoever her is Deserves ya, The only mother to you son Is the ONE WHO I AM DIE NOW I know it's been awhile but I still have flashbacks The train was Dragging my body Ten whole blocks Between two stops Before anyone noticed I jumped Not even the driver It was a long ride up It was a long ride back It was a long way there I took the wrong way out I took the long way home I took the long way gone I took took the long way around I took the local I took the local I took the local I took the local “Be careful of mirrors” Haven't looked in the mirror since Mirrored rocks and mirrored doors open. I was hoping… A split decusion, impulsive I jumped before I even thought of it Subtropics lol subtropics Ganja White Night Liquid Stranger Excision Space Laces Space Jesus Four Tet Clap tone Urban flora Marian Hill Blunts N Blondes Got most of these, still need a couple more albums to start my apprenticeship in dubstep. Lol “Bass music” {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U. Idc if I'm an NPC at least I'm not trying to kill people by using weak and immoral individuals susceptible control and possession to attack using psychological terrorism. But whatever. What goes around comes around. All this war that being fought is being fought on stolen sacred land on the graves of the bloodshed of hundreds of thousands. Cough at me all you want Cut me off in the street— Keep sending people to infiltrate my creative spaces and sacred places— I'm not worried. Karma Comes Around -X.

Bro there has better be a better drop after a monologue like that or I'm gonna be mad at myself for staring into space. (There wasn't.) STAY IN YOUR LANE, STARR THIS AINT A GAME, STARR YOU ARE A LAME, STARR— I AM A GANG-STAR FAME-STAR VAMPIRE FANG-STAR “Dang Starr, Is that your old lady?! YOU MUST'VE REALLY FUCKED UP, DAWG YOU GOT ME FUCKED UP, STARR WHAT'S UP STARR?! KILL YOU ON WORLDSTAR GOLDSTAR DON'T START LIKE THE ONLY CAR YOU OWN STARR WOAH, gotta go hit the road, Starr Choke on a pole, Starr So far Karma hit you sitting all alone Starr I'm not sorry! Got a scar on my eye And a scar on my heart! Gasoline and a spark Your whole hearse Just to watch you burn. Reverse the curse You worthless— Whoever her is Deserves ya, The only mother to you son Is the ONE WHO I AM DIE NOW I know it's been awhile but I still have flashbacks The train was Dragging my body Ten whole blocks Between two stops Before anyone noticed I jumped Not even the driver It was a long ride up It was a long ride back It was a long way there I took the wrong way out I took the long way home I took the long way gone I took took the long way around I took the local I took the local I took the local I took the local “Be careful of mirrors” Haven't looked in the mirror since Mirrored rocks and mirrored doors open. I was hoping… A split decusion, impulsive I jumped before I even thought of it Subtropics lol subtropics Ganja White Night Liquid Stranger Excision Space Laces Space Jesus Four Tet Clap tone Urban flora Marian Hill Blunts N Blondes Got most of these, still need a couple more albums to start my apprenticeship in dubstep. Lol “Bass music” The bellow of a faraway beast A far cry from where I belong I still haven't opened my eyes in a while A flash brings me back to the time As where I am Gone in the run of a mile (or Five of them) Don't call me home I don't wonder no more I'm going to work There's no knock at the door from here Don't try to pull it apart– it's all nonsense Went for a walk, I just haven't been back since It's been years It's been years It's been years; I'm still careful of years “that's all you get” The one love that went awry And awkward, I walk as if I were a toddler Persistence, perseverance Patience, the doctor said Patience, I've more than a doctor –I thought that was clever It's been forever It's been forever It's been a life lived, dear Don't you know you've so many more of them In morse code I said “Want to go home, I've been under the weather” I thought that was clever, Hence the umbrella I put a spell on him– But that's irrelevant Only time could tell But I don't tell him anything He put a spell on me, I was in Hell I guess I learned to spell again, Put the whole world in my head So that it would spin– But that's irrelevant I tend to spend all my time Sending messages into the infinite With no recollection of Anything other than What God wanted I've got no other friends But i've more patients than doctors (I thought that was clever) Persistence, perseverance Plenty of dead friends, and saints Full of patience and practice, The doctor said “I've never done anything like this” Which reminds me, I should be prying my mind open Trying to find someone that might Finance my tripumphs Instead of just crying and trying to find the right time To remind myself: I'm just as mad at my mind For unwinding And time, For fear of dying– As it seems like those around me are Fearful Of leaving here, So unaware that this Model is just one of Hundreds of thousands Just like it A passage of time So insignificant, Just the beginning of Something so infinite It's just forgettable Forgiveness Isn't Figurative Unless it's A punishment for Punching the clock Or Punching your wife Or Giving up easily– Rather, It's indifferent, I figured The world spins Because Its just In my head SEP FROM UNISON Hi. … Hello. SEP FROM UNISON Give me a dollar. … Ok. SEP FROM UNISON Nice. SEP FROM UNISON See ya later. *disappears, but definitely not for forever* … … … Oh good, you're here. Where is this. Your future. Oh? Here, put this on. What is this. Put it on. –okay? Nice *disappears, but probably forever* Huh. L E G E N D S “The Rabbit Hole” GARY. …yes? Did you take out the trash? Not yet. Well– DO THAT. …okay. GARY is a Janitor; he sometimes stares into space for long periods of time, daydreaming that he is a superstar DJ named KASKADE. GARY. He is not. He is a janitor. –sorry. It's a longshot How I loved that backlot Longer than time And I don't know why, but I've got my eyes closed, i'm Turning back time I'm back at Bob Hope Direct from LaGuardia I would take JFK to LAX But I've been next up Now i'm out front iPhone Cameras and Nikons I'm a Icon “Madonna's Falafels” JENNIFER ANNISTON Have another fucking fallafel, I swear. OH MY GOD. JENNIFER ANNISTON Go right ahead. IS THAT A GUN JENNIFER ANNISTON What does it look like? It looks like gun! *takes another bite* Unh… [JENNIFER ANNISTON fires a shot into the roof!] COME ON, THIS IS A RENTAL. [MADONNA comes down the stairs in a bathrobe–a cucumber pops off of one of her eyes.] MADONNA WHAT IS GOING ON. JENNIFER ANNISTON THUNDER THIGHS IS EATING A FALAFEL. MADONNA *eggagerated gasp* IS THAT MY FALLAFEL. I'M SO HUNGRY. *takes another bite* JENNIFER ANNISTON OH! MADONNA GIMMIE THAT GUN You're a sick Individual; And I don't care. You make my life difficult, And I don't care. I'll never be good enough; And I don't care Now it's so obvious; And I don't care It's so wrong All that I want from you; You're all I want– And all I've ever gotten It's funny, huh, How it all works out Around the world and back And I'm still the same as I ever was You're all I want, Because y're everything I'm not False flag I might throw in the towl I don't mean to brag but My mind is fowl I live in the gutter With less responsibility, I might be a part animal But– What you see is what you get (If you get me drunk, i'll suck your dic Till the sun comes up, And it sets again) Or was it acid My secret combination A flower in a garden Beg your pardon I got a hard on Honest Look, regardless of what you actually want, I'm going to be the most toxic thing that ever happened to you. Promise. Thats about the only promise i can make. Moe toxic than AIDS. You have AIDS. Anything can be arranged. You would do that just to spite me? I would do anything just to spite you, Dillon Francis. This is the worst. This is the worst, ever. EAT THE BRATWURST. NAAEEERR. EAAT THE SAUSAGE. NOOO–AAAHHH. JUST–EAT IT. AHHHHHHHH. This story takes forever to tell. Well, it's going to have to be less than forever. For what. WE DON'T HAVE TIME. This version of me likes everything spicy. That's it? That's the only difference? –and does a lot of cocaine. Oh. That's Nice. *snifs* nice . Hey. Hey. Hold this. *leaves* …haha. What, dude. I'm gonna kill you in your sleep. You wanna know what's fucked up? No. I have dirty little secrets no one should know about– –Christ– –And people know about them. I'm just gonna stay over here in the safezone. What “safezone”? This dude is about to blow you off the map. I'm making peace with this. Here, breakfast. What's in this. Eggs. What's going on. Nothing, Skrillex. Go back to bed. -_- Aw. That kid is cute. I know huh. TYLER. Lol. who the fuck is tyler. I don't know. TYLER, GET IN HERE. TYLER is a DILLON FRANCIS. [TYLER] Woah. Whaaat. Ah. What's in a name, anyway? That's it? That's the only difference. Yup. His name's “Tyler” He's fucking perfect. Yeah, except. TYLER! OH MY GOD. WHAT. DId you ever figure out what happened to the- No, not yet. DEADMAU5 I don't respect you. Aww. did you hear that? I heart that. deadmau5 doesn't respect me. that's sad. that is sad. I'm so sad. I'd be sad. now i'm sadmau5. lol So. Wait. Mmhmm. I'm–deadmau5. Yes. So that means. WHAT IS THIS CRISIS. I'm sorry, I'm trying. I really am. DADMAU5. What did you do. I dug up a lot of pasts. PASTS. And brought them to the present. Oh God. Oh Lord. Oh Jesus. I don't understand. Please, please stop this. I can't. It's happened. PART I: Skrillex left me stranded in New York. SKRILLEX I'M A GOD. PART II: Revenge. ME Revenge!? What revenge! I don't want revenge on Skrillex–It's SKRILLEX. SKRILLEX DIE MOTHERFUCKER. *dies* This dude has been winning for like 7 seasons straight. Make that 8. 8 Seasons Straight. Wait. What was that dream I had last night I hope she remembers. It was something important. Don't tell mom about this. Mom about what. [Explosion] OH MY GOD. Listen, i'm gonna try to hold this motherfucker down, for as long as I can– Do that. But eventually–it's going to get up and eat something–or everything–including me–because, well– [WORST DRAGON EVER] It's a dragon, and that's what it does. COELACANTH GROWLS Look. I can't keep feeding this thing bananas. I'm going broke. I'm pretty sure if you don't feed this thing bananas, whatever's going to happen is worse. What's worse than being broke in New York City. My God, you're right. Well. COELACANTH GROWLS AGAIN. That's it, buddy! NO more bananas COELACANTH ??? NO — MORE —- BANANAS. [the box is empty] See? What did you do. Nothin. WHAT DID YOU DO. Don't touch me. Why are you squinting like that. Uh. Cause I have eyes. You have a secret. Everyone has secrets. YOU'RE KEEPING A SECRET FROM ME. Alright, buddy. Alright, that's a synchronicity: i gotta go. Where are you going? To get some dick. EW. Arguably. That's gross. I'm–pretty gross. Ugh! See ya. Or not. Whatever. Sorry to say “I'm sorry” So, so Sonny doesn't love me, no more Okay I'll jus curl up under my Security blanket It's a curse, sure it is I write myself blank checks Jim Carrey me home (whatever that means) Cause I've been homeless so long And nobody wants me It's just a bee sting, But don't eat honey No worries I'm sorry to say “i'm sorry” So he don't love me, huh That's awful So what was it all for Homework Somehow, I just go back and forth That's the way to move forward Sure, it is–it's a curse *cough* a lovely photographer, Sorry I loved him before But it's awful now Take me home (Whatever that was) No worries I write myself blank checks Jim Carrey me home (whatever that means) Cause I've been homeless so long And nobody wants me It's just a bee sting, But don't eat honey No worries I've been under the radar famous Haven't been the same sense Same senses: six of them Don't even know what today is __ It's just a sex thing; I don't want the rest of you That she can have Your other less-than-half I still have a percentage (Nonsense) I still want to grab at your– (Aha) First things first, And last things last All of these past lives I get the last laugh If that's your first wife Good luck, getting it right God knows I tried God knows when I'm crying, And still doesn't like it So much for colorblind Automatic shades, and motorized blind What a lovely time to find A tie that binds Sugar and spice That's mild, Compared to your wild eyes And the trials I've Tested thorough lik vials (or, test tubes, right) That's the best cube, right The latest edition I've had my eye on It's just a distraction I haven't the slightest idea What an Ion is, Beyond science and mathematics, This magic campaign A pain in my ass, Dillon Francis That's what that is I left that Amethyst At your Grandma's. What. “To Gradmother's House We Go” I don't think this is a good plan– This is the plan. –at all. I don't wanna talk to Dillon's Grandma. Dillon Francis. Gross. Listen, that's the only way. But what if she's racist. She's a super old white lady. Of course she's racist. MEANWHILE, IN CROATIA [Speaking in croatian] Damn. This is fucked up. I think we went back too far. WAIT JUST A COTTON - PICKIN MINUTE. WHO'S COTTON- PICKING? Oh God, stop this. My eye is in the Sky– (My eye is in the sky) I'm always by your side My eye is in the sky YOu keep asking me what I want, Like I know the answer! Like, I know the answer– But like, you're not gonna like it, I mean you might, And I could try to divide by 5 To get the answer right, But not tonight I'm too busy dying I guess i”m a dick rider. Right, I'm just– A big writer, Provided I'm onto my idol Or icon Drawing on dollars, A white collar criminal It's simple This isn't my passion– But it's my talent; Whatever, I'll have to work at it Addition, subtraction (Erect, or dysfunctional) Truly poetic, but lets keep it classy I'm passing it on my my agent, He'll have a laugh at it. So it's been another ten years; Here we are, In the place that i built If you're so fond of me , How about you follow me Into the next life, Onward, and into the darkness Oh! You can see in the dark now? You succubus! Isolate all of us, Bring you up high till you fall down The irony is, I'm not ungrateful, I just feel as if I've slightly earned it (Just a little bit) Honest to God, I'm just a mediocre talen But at the very least, at the end of it I can just laugh and pretend It didn't happen Fellas, You ever been shit on by two women At the same time, (not literally– but , ust out o f curiosity, If i was being seriously literal, How many of you Would have still said yes, By a raise of hands? Or, lets just have all the Supersta DJs stand up (Every single fan would give you a hand job!) Just remember the guy holding The sign at Trader Joe's in the back of the store that says “The line starts here” doesn't get paid anymore Than the guy taking a nap in the bathroom Or the chick who's crying on her “Fuck it, I quit!” –But Hailey, we needed the second income Gotta start somewhere “–I just need a plunger” Better try elsewhere, bud It'll be well into next year, before I get anywhere with this Dillon Francis Shit. Fuck. I did it again I let my obsessions slip In the deadmau5, a false flag In the big relay race to Skrillex —and I can't image how backed up his inbox is with pictures of ass and tits on Anyday of the year, but especially, this– Happy Birthday, kid. Now where's the pinata? I oughtta wish him a bat to the head For the shit he said And he blasted that bathroom snapchat pic All over the internet It's all over the internet Better yet, I'm on the black market, I just bought it for a dollar I bet i could show you how wrong you are with just a remark Suck my balls, fart. That guy's a lot to handle. Didn't I start this off with something more poetic? I bet, but got stuck in a mousetrap I hope you're happy, you know Actually, I'm hoping it turns out tragic Haven't you ever run out of your magic? Wait, nobody has that. It was. All just. In. Your. Head. Wake. UP. Hey kid, What's the plan for tomorrow? (Hopefully more falafels, but probably not, thought) Uh, I gotta show up at the post office, *facepalm* Another Dillon Francis reference Forget I ever had instagram ( haven't yet So, what's the plan then? More bacon on my bacon. Okay, Mr. Miserable, I get we're incompatible, But i”m an animal, Or at least the bi-product of something Or somesuch Fuck it, I give all the way up. Hey kid, If i jump in front of a train (and don't make it) How am I gonna explain this? I almost forgot how When pretty girls turn evil They get ugly Huh I guess I should humble up and consider us equals huh hey satan I wish I could just – Forget it I wish i could just Forget it I wish i could just Forget it Any other kind of way, And i could go crazy on a day like this Okay, Dillon Francis. You have my blessing. I–what. You have my blessing. For what. You love this girl. CONT'D Then marry her. Wait, do what. So it's settled! Wait. You're getting married. DILLON FRANCIS IS ENGAGED. YES. whaaaaat . MAZEL TOV, MOTHERFUCKER. Wait. *CHAMPAGNE SHOWERS SELF* YESSSSSSSSS. ohmygod. Wait, why are you so happy? Because! *MORE CHAMPAGNE SHOWERS* Wow. What's going on. When Dillon Francis gets married, I get pizza. What's so special about pizza. CHEESE. Oh, so it's cheese, you want? Stop comin' up in my dreams, motherfucker! These are my dreams. Well, that's gross! Is it. Why are we we at McDonalds? When else am I gonna eat at McDonalds. You're right. I'm always right. Maybe that's why you're so miserable. Yeap, pretty much. Where's your head? In the shop. FLASHBACk: Ū stabs DEADMAU5 through the head with her SPEAR. That's it? It's just a “spear?” It doesn't have a cool name or anything like that? No, it literally only exists like, once. It's an ancillary rave weapon? No, it's–it's just a spear. (FROM THIS SCENE) Ū is sharpening a spear, unaasumingly, when deadmau5 casually walks in. What's that spear for? [Deadmau5 enters unassumingly] YAH. Ū dramatically jabs spear into the left eye of the mau5 helmet, precisely through the center of the ‘X', and consequently through his head it sparks and glitches, before turning ‘off', as his body begins bleeding profusely, dying against the wall. HOOOOO YOOOOOOO WHAT THE FUCK. *everyone is shocked*, but Ū seems unbothered entirely, if not bored. You killed deadmau5 Well, you asked. I asked why you had a spear! –And i demonstrated. OH MY GOD. Lol demon-strated. YOU KILLED DEADMAU5 Don't worry, he'll be back. Hi, yes, I'd like a large cheese pizza. What are you doing. Extra cheese. Sunni. What does it look like i'm doing. Ordering a pizza. Cause i'm ordering a pizza! Fuck! Hello. Yeah, sorry. Sunni. WHAT. SHUT UP. You're strictly vegan. Well, now i'm vegetarian. Shut up. sunni! What!? THE FUCK. It's in your contract. So is this. What. What. Do you want pizza? Sunni. Make that two pizzas. Sunni Yes, both extra cheese. Ok. Sunni. Shut up. Ok. Sunni SHUT UP. No not you! Apologies. Ok. Use the intercom. Peace. *hangs up* Fuck yeah. Fuck Dillon Francis. Sunni, what are you doing? I'm–going for a swim. In my pool. No, I mean. What. You have sponsorship with like 8 Stictly Pro-Vegan companies. I also have sponsorship with Walmart. WAL * MART That's not the point. What's the point? You're being avoidant. I–always avoid you. You have contracts! That's why I avoid you. With huge companies! Yeah, well. Tonight I'm having pizza in my hot tub. You can't just. Trust me, Maybel. IT's- I have another contract that I promise, overrides any other contract. Hands down. What's this got to do with Dillon Francis. NOTHIN. *phone rings* YO. Ugh. Yeah, Come over. Sunni! I ordered pizza. [later, in the hot tub] Nevermind, next scene! Ah NO! What! (Don't worry, I know how it goes.) “What do you want?” It's as if the entire universe was asking in tandem, in every way it could, what I really wanted–almost forcing me to recollect: what did I actually want? WHAT DO YOU WANT?! Well, for the most part, I wanted to live. Okay, you're alive. No, I promise, i'm dead as fuck. Well, if i'm dead, then, it doesn't really matter if I SHUT UP. What? JUST SHUT UP. Uhm. UGH. Before KA has even realized, KU has disappeared entirely. He is left in the expanse of the outer darkness alone–and perhaps, even, for the first time in his existence–afraid. A look of worry and fear reflect in his eyes, ever growing darker by the fading light of the distant cosmos as he stands at once still in the enclave of nonexistence. TO BE CONTINUED Honestly, though– I just wanna get like, really hot, and like Fuck a bunch of good looking white dues I mean, really good looking Smart ones Probably do that, eat a bunch of whole, healthy foods Cook more healthy shit Bake pies Fuck some more –and forget I ever even tried to make music. Lol And maybe while i'm doing that I can popo out a couple kids Make sure the one i've got doesn't have to weigh like 500 pounds, Publish some of my books, Play video games And forget about what a DJ is or what they do Unless I occasionally show up to a festival To get shitfaced And be really hot, Like I never got to be in my teens, Or in my 20's –But on the other hand, If i can't do any of that– I don't know, not exactly live my hopes and dreams, cause , you know– Everything i've just described in the above parenthetical Isn't nesseicarily me living my dreams, Or even “Living my best life” Cause if i'm living my best iife I'm headlining EDC, (Before getting shitfaced), And, I don't know, Not maybe fucking like an entire football team of good looking hite dudes –I mean really good looking– Smart ones– But like, just one– Whose hopes and dreams align with mine, and maybe I don't know, Isn't a nightmare? But that's pushing it. Taht's wild to think about: Me living my best life actually is pursuing all of my passions One of which is music (Fucking shoot me) and while I don't nessecarily even have a passion in literature– Which is, honestly, More, like, Just a natural talent, For example, How, Even after running 2 miles on the treadmill, Lifting what's around apparently ‘135', (according to some stranger at the gym) And working out to my own mixtape– Not once, but twice– Because i hadn't heard it in so long that I had actually forgotten How goog it was; And, it was so good, I couldn't actually believe it– Like, at all– So instead of listening to another mixtape, I just listened to it again to confirm (With myself) “Damn, that was good” Cause it was– Only to come back to this giant, Piece of shit, Hell hole of a hotel To find that whatever satanic demon seems to have possessed m roommate Actually has the ability to make me want to kill myself For the first time in weeks. So i think about it, After not feeling an ounce of suicidal ideation In the amount of time it's taken to turn a 15 minute mile Into a ten minute mile, A ten minute mile into an Eight Minute Mile, And An Eight minute mile into Two eight minute miles, Nonstop, by the way, Which isn't much by the standards of the people who grew up on Whole foods diet and taking vitamins that Didn't look like Flinstones and taste like sweettarts Cause lets face it: That's sweet tarts, right? –but it is impressive to me I impressed myself; I cured 30 years of trauma and depression by eating exclusively at Whole Foods Market And going to the gym every day Even if its for 5 minutes Every Single Day With the exception of– You know When my roomate's depression gets so bad It becomes contagious, and exhausting to the point that I can only listen to the 48 laws of power on repeat So many times And can't help on my life to think about her When it gets to the law that states That you can die of other people's misery. Cause you can, And I almost did, So i consider myself, these days to be more dead than alive, or to have never lived Cause i've got Skrillex on a world tour dancing around in one side of my brain and, deadmau5 swinging his dick around somewhere in my subconcious –and of course, Dillon Francis somewhere between my funny bone And my frontal lobe wreaking more havoc on my psyche than any man should have the ability to, but - Again, I've come so far And fought so hard just Trying to live or at least Trying to catch up To the caucasians And sometimes, but rarely asians and other ethnics that actually fit in; and were born alive rather than dead In bodies and with minds that functioned Maybe not perfectly, But well enough to socialize or capitalize on whatever strengths and talents they were given Not to complain (Again) But just to reiterate, I was born with gifts and talents, But, doubling back To the 48 Laws I learned all of them from my mom Before I turned one And the way I read the book was Pretty much just A backwards regression, Realizing that having a mother With so much trauma and depression Might effect everything And be the difference between Being an athlete, a superstar musician Or any other reason I abandoned Instagram; Cause i don't like the algorithm reminding me Of how fat I am Or that I'm black Or how much i've failed Or of all the things I could but can't do Because i'm still playing catch up to Karen Or whatever you wanna call her We all have names, but It's possible that We've been lost In all the comparison to one another Because in all this time Woman to woman and Man to man Nobody really knows what the fuck it is they really want. So what do I want? Fuck it, I want a yacht, With deadmau5, Skrillex, and Dillon Francis on it Just so i can throw them off and ride off into the sunset So i can go preform at some awesome Insomniac event Where i'll fall in love with everybody in the front row –well, maybe, not all of them but a lot, Or maybe I just want their bodies I don't know The only difference between love and lust comes From motherhood; So where's my son fit in to all of this? Or i should just Leave him in the dust, with his father Who I often think of Cause the raised scar he left me Crosses my tongue every other word? Sure. Whatever. It's just more to write about, But I might want less to write about cause I've been studying other authors And the shotguns that they loved enough to swallow –But honesty, i've been working out so hard It's hard to want to off myself Till I come to this hotel Where my roommate just– Doesn't sti will with me And doesn't sit still at all —which is crazy to think That in all this narcissism i've developed I still have enough empathy That her anxiety makes me Feel the need to eat, or if I haven't So empty I coud vomit And i thought i was making it up, but As it turned out, Beautiful women can't be tested And it seems she's probably still beautiful To the many men that would love to have a perfect girl To bend to his will; But really, It's almost as if with every evil thing she's done someone uglier replaces the girl I first saw With each remark Of course, I'm sure it's all for something But i wanted more for us to get along Than to have a room alone Where i could tell this story; Or write my albums Or wipe the slate clean I'm thinking of just Starting over Of course, sixteen pages deep I find it hard to believe It really just comes naturally And quite automatic That it's almost paranormal What do I want? A warm body That won't hurt me a home of my own A couple of dogs – Here it goes again Fuck Dillon Francis I want a life so well fucking lived And well accomplished that It doesn't even matter, The Festival Project, or anything in it Fuck, I just want to be happy What if i cured 30 years of depression Eating Whole Foods Market and working out, without Therapy, Using google documents and Dance music as an outlet? Wouldn't you be proud? Or maybe I could get offed for that. I don't know.. Maybe what's good for the goose is good for the gander The password was flagship Getting abstract and poetic again, Picking up pennies bending my enemies into my empathy, Sweltering, sweating regrets on my epitaphs Ugh The best of the best, A decade has passed I'm switching my cadences, Just in case somebody reads this crap Blissful awareness, I shouldn't be scares of it Clandestine palaces crash, Shattered by amethyst Man, fuck dillon francis and his happy ass, always had it, perfectly privleged caucasian interchangeable dangerous engagement of a girlfriend . Yeah, fuck both of them. Again, if you're taking it literal– Fuck it, They're both fucking beautiful. I'll just be USeful, or something. Should probably brush up my resume– Interesting, isn't it? Haven't thought of jumping in front of a train before neyla went crazy, But heyl I made it up. We can pretend we're individuals But i live in a collective consciousness, Whoever's in ignorant bliss of this I consider lucky, negligent, and unconscious But that's just be being pompous. I'm half a white supremacist, anyway Conservative, straight up But lately, I hate the whole game game I made up But hey, At least there's deadmau5. Oh yeah, that's what I want. I want to be like deadmau5. I want a whole house filled with synthesiszers A custom sound system and a hot wife; A big brain, A fan base, And a nice body; I want a whole lot of Flying around, and everybody loving me; And loving every body At every party Amen Yeah, that's what I want. I want to be a rockstar; I want a daughter with Skrillex And six encores. I want a horse drawn carriage; An all-star wedding, and a Tesla; I want my chest done so damn big, I need a reduction. Better stay humble. For better, or worse, you know. If it was a curse, I'd probably be worse off, Than all who have wronged me– It never lasts long, It's all temporary, Nobody loves me– I'm just a pathological insomniac Call me a Devil, I'll try to find him– A vegan light skin, but in the eyes I'd probably find him A cut above it all, I'm just in awe we've never talked, But i'm just like you A stone against a wall, I'd be a shamed to call my father Suicidal But that's where my mind goes When there's no one And my own son Doesn't know me But I only know What love is Cause i held him In my arms the very moment He was born So What do I want? I want him to know? I'll always love him No matter where I go And I'd rather be homeless Than no one In my own home Next to his father What do I want? I want him to go to school And never worry if he''ll be able to catch up. What do I want? I want a family, But that can't heppen Cause nobody loves me What do I want? I want to see Satan in his own body; Instead of taking the ones around me And playing with them Since he wants to follow me What do I want? A lot of money Said everybody. What do I want? A son and a daughter– that won't die before me. What do I want? I want someone else to recite this anomaly of poetry with, or without me. What do I want? I want to google the definition of ‘pithy” Cause it's been circling incessantly inside my head Like depression hasn't; But my roomate has it And i'm not trying to catch it Fucking toxic obnoxious Whatever, forget it SUCCUBUS. Yeah, we know what that is. pith·y /ˈpiTHē/ adjective 1. (of language or style) concise and forcefully expressive. 2. (of a fruit or plant) containing much pith. Nice. Yeah well. This whole thing is opening my third eye, To how guys see it. It doesn't make sense To give consent, And then renig it; This isn't sex But if it was, Why would you mess with his head like that? And if it was If you wanna lay in bed and get fat, that's fine But get the fuck out of here with that I can't So What do I want? To keep counting my blessings that I got healthy What do I want? I want psychology to catch up to my understanding. What do i want? Honestly, i just want my own something What do I want? To balance the toxicity, I guess Everybody has choices And mine is– I count my blessings, just to stay blessed I don't want anything from anybody. But i don't say don't cause that negates negativity, entirely . Perhaps, soe reverse psychology, But if I go back to school I'll be bored (and really horny) If i go back to school, I'll owe even more money! If i go back to school I'll do music and not psychology. If i go back to school, I'll have professors younger than me. If i go back to school I'll drown in the toxicity; The new generation's vaping, hating themselves canceling everything: everyone's a baby rapist But you can't say it or isolate them cause tolerating even the most Unsavory behavior is fuck , i lost it. What happened. Idk. eminem's cadence. It had an ‘a' Lets see. fuck . To tolerate sunsavory behavior is worth debating, Nope, i lost it You thnk so Idk if i think about it too much it'll lose its what Soul. What. you have one of those? Yeah. Dang. That's cool. Everyone has one (that's not true) *shrugs* I don't. What. I used to. What?! I sold it. What. To the devil. Now i'm famous. *shrugs, super satisfied* …How'd you get famous? …I woke up like this. *nods, unquestioning* I still remember the taste of bong water like it was yesterday. I guess i'd consider bondage, for the right boytoy. So what do you want? I want to stop writing, but it's still early. What do you want? I want more coffee, and less yawning. What do you want? I want God to be happy, Cause i personified her And she's angry I ruined my body by eating. Perceivably. The positives: Now I knw Sweet Chili Doritos are probably vegan. The positives: Now I know she's programmed by the government and/or susceptible to possession by satan, or a combination of both things–assuming one is not the other, as not astonishingly, the toxicity it would take to program one person to torture another is alarmingly evil; But Karma comes to those who intentionally hurt others, you know– I've been brushing up on Kabbalah It seems to attempt to provoke, but I'd rather do nothing but stall Perhaps i've adapted habits Become pathological, or What have you At least I know that condition comes from trauma Not that i'm Not responsible I just stoped giving a fuck If everything i do is wrong And i'm the problem Why do i keep waking up, then? What do you want? I want Whole Foods Market to sponsor me. What do you want? I want Equinox Fitness seven days a week. What do you want? I want to raise smart and capable children. What do you want? I want to forget Dillon Francis ever existed I want Skrillex to stop being Skrillex I want synthesizers and acoustic instruments in my top floor apartment In manhattan, and My ex husband to pay back All of the money I paid him But that's pushing it. I want everything. I want a world tour I want to do more with my life than just Sit here And write about it I want to be wanted and loved Not by everybody But perhaps Just a loyal fanbase A few hundred thousand Maybe a million Considering there are 8 billion people on the planet and My talent is condensed and limited by The language barrier I want Bearr to be anywhere he feels happier I want people to know that I tried my best, i”m not lazy I want people to know the rest of the story Why i'm crazy How I made it all up– And they helped me How we all decided on the world we're in together And the only way to get to heaven is to remember. Kx5 …I remember. MAN, SHUT THE FUCK – UP. My documents is glitching Must be witchcraft (Or Glitchcraft, my other alias) As it's getting close to Christmas *hoodness* Niggas, man. My butt keeps getting bigger, man Suit up for the sermon I haven't gone frgun surfin as Sunni Since SupaSunday survs. Ahem. Fuck Starr Robert's the wifebeater— You wanna ride on your ex wife'a fame: Well here it is, That's what your name is: Starr Michael Roberts, The Wifebeater Comma and all And fuck Mike Roberts Sr For beating your mother— (Cause you need her.) What goes around comes around With these words, I defeat you Can't afford feed you; So here go the demons Try eating em. I try meeting men Looking lean and thin, But that's besides the point— Anoint myself in oil, Cause what it boils down to is I'll spoil my kid However I see fit Using the music I do Cause you couldn't Enough of that I get reminded of the past daily, It's a regression of Chanpion sweaters Dirty white Nikes And train riders with anxiety Sitting by me That knee shaking thing, And coughing “He must hate me”, I think Cause he never could have loved me To put a curse on Poor son Growing up on McDonald's and hot pockets —but I got nothin My father ain't got a lawyer So I'm undercover Till supacree comes back To smoke you Keep smoking You see me on TV You don't know me I don't owe nobody nothing And feeding informants Father for the punishments and judgements Try punching a light skin You like this? It's not lyrics I write //return to sender// Just like this Get out of my face With the crazy shit! You made me do this, Fuck it, I'll keep pressing the red button then, Just for the record, I don't need medical attention Unless it's part of the decision to let me in To an Ivy legume college On scholarship So check to complex rhymes, man Check out the complex I'm not gonna fight over a man, *laughs* That's just madness and Satanic, I'm way past hate and angst; Please! The “Prince of Peace” Is reading this Vengeful and revenge seeking Cause I promise I'm not confrontational, Multi-national linguist, Entertainer of languages, Maker of sandwhiches, And handsome Skrillexes. I riddle this nigga for dinner; For pleasure and other reasons, The change of the seasons is over It's cold as fuck Like my heart is I'm an artist What the fuck do you want Been made to suffer too long *coughs* Cover your mouth you programmable posessivle depressive sons of bitches— Whoever did this is gonna get it (Unless it's the government) Crumbling under itself for what it did l To the inhabitants of the Divided Fakes of unbearable unaffordable divorced mothers and fathers, Sisters and brothers unrecognizable to each other anymore Over fucking currency— I'm done with earth! If all you want is money to buy stuff Keep struggling and suffering Of love is gone Then so is time And so is I am I am I You wanna kill me?! Now you die. Return to sender. Wife eating little puert ass bitch. Can't forgive someone who never apologized Cause the statute of limitations isn't up I'm not giving up, I love my son; I'll send the aliens to pick him up —A Rendevous; A Coup d'état, An “I love You” from afar, Though I'm lost, Might not come back around, Might be one, might be dos Might be God or just The other one For the love of money Here's a double dose of “Shut the fuck up” With a spoonful of sugar, From the Wrong Mary Poppins Where it pops off, In the long run. Bro there has better be a better drop after a monologue like that or I'm gonna be mad at myself for staring into space. (There wasn't.) STAY IN YOUR LANE, STARR THIS AINT A GAME, STARR YOU ARE A LAME, STARR— I AM A GANG-STAR FAME-STAR VAMPIRE FANG-STAR “Dang Starr, Is that your old lady?! YOU MUST'VE REALLY FUCKED UP, DAWG YOU GOT ME FUCKED UP, STARR WHAT'S UP STARR?! KILL YOU ON WORLDSTAR GOLDSTAR DON'T START LIKE THE ONLY CAR YOU OWN STARR WOAH, gotta go hit the road, Starr Choke on a pole, Starr So far Karma hit you sitting all alone Starr I'm not sorry! Got a scar on my eye And a scar on my heart! Gasoline and a spark Your whole hearse Just to watch you burn. Reverse the curse You worthless— Whoever her is Deserves ya, The only mother to you son Is the ONE WHO I AM DIE NOW I know it's been awhile but I still have flashbacks The train was Dragging my body Ten whole blocks Between two stops Before anyone noticed I jumped Not even the driver It was a long ride up It was a long ride back It was a long way there I took the wrong way out I took the long way home I took the long way gone I took took the long way around I took the local I took the local I took the local I took the local “Be careful of mirrors” Haven't looked in the mirror since Mirrored rocks and mirrored doors open. I was hoping… A split decusion, impulsive I jumped before I even thought of it Subtropics lol subtropics Ganja White Night Liquid Stranger Excision Space Laces Space Jesus Four Tet Clap tone Urban flora Marian Hill Blunts N Blondes Got most of these, still need a couple more albums to start my apprenticeship in dubstep. Lol “Bass music” {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U. Idc if I'm an NPC at least I'm not trying to kill people by using weak and immoral individuals susceptible control and possession to attack using psychological terrorism. But whatever. What goes around comes around. All this war that being fought is being fought on stolen sacred land on the graves of the bloodshed of hundreds of thousands. Cough at me all you want Cut me off in the street— Keep sending people to infiltrate my creative spaces and sacred places— I'm not worried. Karma Comes Around -X.

Spencer is home from his first semester at university and we can't wait to hear all about what he has been up to! First year is hard! So many new things to explore; new struggles and triumphs. First time being an independent adult! Did he do his dishes? His laundry? Go to class?!? Listen along as we chat about 1st semester with Spence!

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Release Date: April 10, 2012When a love triangle leads to a ship-board murder, Poirot investigates.Original Air Date: July 12, 1945Support the show monthly at patreon.greatdetectives.netSupport the show on a one-time basis at http://support.greatdetectives.netMail a donation to: Adam Graham, PO Box 15913, Boise, Idaho 83715Take the listener survey at http://survey.greatdetectives.netCheck out all our social media links and connect with us at http://www.greatdetectives.netThis 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/5599688/advertisement

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Das ist die letzte Folge des Jahres und wir haben noch mal alles gegeben. Erika beschwert sich über Menschen, die viele Fragen stellen. Wir finden es gut, Obdachlosen Geld zu geben. Erika versteht den Sinn von Casual Dating nicht. Wir fragen uns, warum Leute Knutschflecken machen. Erika findet Körperkontakt schlimm. Und wir klären, wie viel Empathie man im Berliner Alltag braucht.

Manchmal wünschte ich. Ich könnte meinen Opa um seinen weisen Rat fragen, manchmal hätte ich so gern, dass mir Tante Hilde nochmal zeigt, wie sie Germknödel macht, und manchmal sehne ich mich nach einer Umarmung von meiner Mutter... Doch leider, sind sie alle nicht mehr da…. Auf der Suche nach meinem "Rendezvous mit dem Jenseits" traf ich Susan Froitzheim. Susan hilft Menschen und vor allem Hinterbliebenen, alles Jenseitige, sowie ihre eigene Wahrnehmung deutlicher verstehen und darüber selbst den Kontakt zu Verstorbenen halten zu können. Ich freue mich sehr Susan Froitzheim heute im Interview zu haben, … hier gehst zu Susan Froitzheim:

About: Sleep of Eons is the glitchy electronic modular/computer based audio visual work of Jorge Bojorquez from Tucson, AZ. In 2018 a shift from guitar based drone music to modular synths provided a long sought after solution to creating generative, slowly changing, self evolving soundscapes which could still be controlled by the player. With the aid of a/v programming languages like Max/MSP and Processing the project now is taking on a visual manifestation as well. RGB Riot was an EP released in early 2020 that showcases the opposite of these ideas and focuses on minimalism and what can be done with nothing but a couple of Pocket Operators and a delay pedal. The range of glitchy to drone and anywhere in between is welcome territory. At his core Sleep of Eons is inspired greatly by science fiction and the seires Rendevous with Rama and hopes to capture some of that monolithic, alien, otherwordly yet familiar feeling in musical and visual form. Links: https://www.instagram.com/sleepofeons/ https://sleepofeons.bandcamp.com/ https://soundcloud.com/sleepofeons https://facebook.com/sleepofeons

This week we speak with Cassie Moses, a mom from a small town in Central Kentucky. Cassie grew up in Eastern Kentucky at the Hindman Settlement School where her father was the administrator and where she met and befriended lots of Kentucky artists through the Appalachian Writers Workshop. Cassie began a book club several years ago with her three daughters, and it has offered a way for her to read books that they've selected and have special one-on-one time with each of them to discuss these books while doing something special, like going out for ice cream or lunch. We also spend a few minutes speaking with her oldest child, Riley, who shares some of the great books she's read with her mom. You can follow Cassie on Instagram @kybooklady. For shownotes for any episode at our website www.perksofbeingabooklover.com. We are also on Instagram @perksofbeingabookloverpod and on FB Perks of Being a BookLover Books Mentioned In This Episode: 1- Tuck Everlasting by Natalie Babbitt 2- Where the Mountain Meets the Moon by Grace Lin 3- Diary of Anne Frank 4- Lies We Tell Ourselves by Robin Talley 5- Lovely War by Julie Berry 6- House in the Cerulean Sea by TJ Klune 7- Poet X by Elizabeth Acevedo 8- Same Sun Here by Neela Vaswani and Silas House 9- The Kingdom of Back by Marie Lu 10- A River Enchanted by Rebecca Ross 11- The Firekeeper's Daughter by Angeline Boulley 12- Percy Jackson series 13- Ariadne by Jennifer Saint 14- Kaikeyi by Vaishnavi Patel 15- The School for Good Mothers by Jessamine Chan 16- The Book Woman of Troublesome Creek by Kim Michele Richardson 17- The Book Woman's Daughter by Kim Michele Richardson 18- I'll Show Myself Out: Essays on Midlife and Motherhood by Jessi Klein

This week we speak with Cassie Moses, a mom from a small town in Central Kentucky. Cassie grew up in Eastern Kentucky at the Hindman Settlement School where her father was the administrator and where she met and befriended lots of Kentucky artists through the Appalachian Writers Workshop. Cassie began a book club several years ago with her three daughters, and it has offered a way for her to read books that they've selected and have special one-on-one time with each of them to discuss these books while doing something special, like going out for ice cream or lunch. We also spend a few minutes speaking with her oldest child, Riley, who shares some of the great books she's read with her mom. You can follow Cassie on Instagram @kybooklady. For shownotes for any episode at our website www.perksofbeingabooklover.com. We are also on Instagram @perksofbeingabookloverpod and on FB Perks of Being a BookLover Books Mentioned in this Episode: 1- Tuck Everlasting by Natalie Babbitt 2- Where the Mountain Meets the Moon by Grace Lin 3- Diary of Anne Frank 4- Lies We Tell Ourselves by Robin Talley 5- Lovely War by Julie Berry 6- House in the Cerulean Sea by TJ Klune 7- Poet X by Elizabeth Acevedo 8- Same Sun Here by Neela Vaswani and Silas House 9- The Kingdom of Back by Marie Lu 10- A River Enchanted by Rebecca Ross 11- The Firekeeper's Daughter by Angeline Boulley 12- Percy Jackson series 13- Ariadne by Jennifer Saint 14- Kaikeyi by Vaishnavi Patel 15- The School for Good Mothers by Jessamine Chan 16- The Book Woman of Troublesome Creek by Kim Michele Richardson 17- The Book Woman's Daughter by Kim Michele Richardson 18- I'll Show Myself Out: Essays on Midlife and Motherhood by Jessi Klein

Hercule Poirot is a sleuthing Belgian detective, a cleverly intelligent and immodest man. This 1940s series is based on the Agatha Christie series written in the 1930s. Written by one of the most popular writers of all time (Christie is only surpassed in sales by the Bible and Shakespeare), Hercule is a first rate detective and drama series --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/ang189/support

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Greg from Craft Beer Republic Podcast comes to the pub. We discuss the joys of collaborating with Craft breweries, the beauty of California, and add his Czech Rendevouz to our taplist. go to craftbeerrepublic.com to learn more about the show, and listen to episode #295 to learn about Greg's Collab beer: https://www.craftbeerrepublic.com/podcast/episode/7921feb5/batch295-morning-watch-coffee-kolsch-collaboration-with14-cannons-and-california-coffee-republic Czech Rendezvous - 5.5 gallons 6.5lb German Pils 2lb Munich Light - 10l 1lb Caramel Munich 60l 8oz Chocolate wheat 1lb German Carafa II 0.25lb Dark Chocolate Malt hops: 0.5oz Hallertau Mittelfrau (60mins) 0.5oz Nugget (45mins) 0.5oz Hallertau Mittelfrau (30mins) 0.25oz Nugget (0mins) Yeast White Labs - Czech Budejovice Lager Yeast WLP802 Original Gravity: 1.051 Final Gravity: 1.010 ABV (standard): 5.5% IBU (tinseth): 33.8 SRM (morey): 46.5 Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

In 1945, Mutual brought Poirot to air in his own series starring Harold Huber. Like with Mutual's Father Brown series, Poirot was transported across the Atlantic to New York City. The show starred Harold Huber and  lasted one season. It moved to CBS where it became a fifteen minute serial airing Monday-Friday that lasted two season. Neither of these series adapted Christie stories, but as was the case with adventures of Nick Carter and most other detective heroes, these radio adventures represented new cases for the Belgian detective's little gray cells. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/ang189/support

Episode 66 Those We Have Lost—Electronic Musicians Who Passed in 2021   Playlist In this episode, we pay tribute to electronic composers and musicians who passed in 2021. I've put together what I hope will be a satisfying playlist of these diverse artists and their works. Alvin Lucier, “Vespers” from Electric Sound (1972 Mainstream). This work was performed by Lucier and other members of the Sonic Arts union, David Behrman, Robert Ashley, and Gordon Mumma. The musical instrument was a device not intended for making electronic music. It was the Sondol, a hand-held pulse oscillator designed for “boat owners, acoustic engineers, and the blind.” Lucier bought a few of these devices and worked out a piece for echolocation. Each performer was equipped with a Sondol and asked to move blindfolded inside a defined performing space. This resulted in a work comprised of four independent streams of percussive pulses that sound as if they have their own relationship to one another as each musician moves about in the space. VESPERS is written as a prose score in which Lucier invites the performer to explore the world beyond human limits: “Dive with whales, fly with certain nocturnal birds or bats (particularly the common bat of Europe and North America of the family Vespertilionidae), or seek the help of other experts in the art of echolocation.” Richard H. Kirk, with Cabaret Voltaire, “Let it Come Down” from International Language (1993 Plastex). This album was released during a period of transformation for CV. Founding member Chris Watson had left to pursue other sound interests, while Mallinder and Kirk remained and headed into the instrumental direction embodied by dance music. The liner notes for this album state, “Abandon thinking. Everything you will hear in the next seventy-four minutes is true. This music is dedicated to the Merry Pranksters past present & future.” Not sure what that means, but hey. This group was fantastic. Richard H. Kirk, solo, "Information Therapy" from Disposable Half-Truths (1980 Industrial Records). This was from Kirk's first solo cassette release while he maintained his parallel work with Cabaret Voltaire. Joel Chadabe, “Rendevous” from Rhythms for Computer and Percussion (1981 Lovely Music). Joel had such a long list of accomplishments in electronic music, a pioneer of analog systems as well as computer music. On this album, his collaboration with percussionist Jan Williams was startlingly fresh. Electronics, computer synthesizer system (Synclavier), Joel Chadabe; percussion, wood block, vibraphone, marimba, slit drum, log drum, temple block, cowbell, singing bowls, Jan Williams. "The equipment used in RHYTHMS is a portable minicomputer/digital synthesizer system designed and manufactured by New England Digital Corporation in Norwich, Vermont, expressly for making music." Jon Hassell, “Abu Gil” Last Night The Moon Came Dropping Its Clothes In The Street (2009 ECM). Trumpet, keyboard, composed by Jon Hassell; bass, Peter Freeman; Live sampling, Jan Bang; guitar, Rick Cox; drums, Helge Norbakken; violin, Kheir-Eddine M'Kachinche. Jon Hassell, “Wing Melodies” from Power Spot (1981 ECM). Trumpet, composed by Jon Hassell; guitar, electronic treatments, Michael Brook; electric bass, Brian Eno; electronic keyboards (bass, percussion, string sounds), Jean-Phillippe Rykiel; percussion, acoustic and electronic, alto flute, J. A. Deane; produced by Brian Eno and Daniel Lanois. Sophie, Eeehhh” from Nothing More to Say (2012 Huntleys & Palmers). Electronics, vocals, composed and performed by Sophie Xeon. I chose a couple of earlier tracks that were largely instrumental experiments. Sophie, “Elle” from Bipp/Elle (2013 Numbers). Electronics, vocals, composed and performed by Sophie Xeon. Sophie was primarily known for electronica dance music. Malcolm Cecil, “Gamerlonia Dawn” from Radiance (1981 Unity Records). Composed By, Performer, Producer, Engineer, Malcolm Cecil. English bassist and inventor of the unique TONTO synthesizer ("The Original New Timbral Orchestra"), a massive integrated synthesizer system that was used on many analog electronic albums in the early 1970s. Episode 36 was devoted to Cecil's work so you might want to catch-up with that to get more detail about this amazing musician and producer. This track uses TONTO and also features the “golden flute” of Paul Horn. Peter Zinovieff, “M Piriform” from Electronic Calendar—The EMS Tapes (2015 Space Age Recordings). Computer music from 1981 by the founder of EMS, Peter Zinovieff, with composer/conductor Justin Connolly. Collaborating with classical composer Connolly, Zinovieff created the electronic music in his Putney studio, using computer-controlled audio generators, and combined it with instrumental parts written by Connolly for soprano, flute, and violin. This performance of the work was staged in 1969 and featured Jane Manning (soprano), Judith Pearce (flute) and Pauline Scott (violin), who all played along with a tape recording of the electronic part. Murray Schafer, “Threnody” from Threnody (Youth Music by R. Murray Schafer) (1970 Melbourne). This Canadian release features an instrumental work with electronic sound by Schafer, who is perhaps more familiar to us as a creator of soundscapes and ambient audio experiments. But he also worked in traditional instrumental music and featured electronics in some of these. There are not many recordings such as this example from 52 years ago. Background music: Opening and closing sequences voiced by Anne Benkovitz. Additional opening, closing, and other incidental music by Thom Holmes. For additional notes, please see my blog, Noise and Notations.  

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Coming off of the success of his first two operas, young Erich Wolfgang Korngold set out to write his third. His success was so massive, that opera houses all over duked it out for the rights to stage the premier, leaving Korngold with the tough decision of who to give those rights to. Theme music is by Daryl Banner: https://darylbanner.bandcamp.com/ Become a member of The Composer Chronicles on Patreon to get ad-free versions of all the episodes, early access to those ad-free versions, access to the member-only podcast Unscripted, and other things podcast related! https://www.patreon.com/thecomposerchronicles Sign up for Amazon Music Unlimited and get your first 30 days free: getamazonmusic.com/thecomposerchronicles Alexandrian Media Teespring: https://teespring.com/stores/alexandrianmedia Listen to The Composer Chronicles‘ Spotify Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/71QCS9qHoZqMMR6GMooqTR Music used in this episode: Rendevous in D Minor by Trevor Kowalski Banshee by Jay Varton Breath of Life by Gavin Luke Walk Tall by Johannes Bornlof The Lost Cities by Johannes Bornlof --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/thecomposerchronicles/message

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A last-minute leveller for Gillingham put pay to our hope for three league wins in a row, but a 3-0 win over MK Dons in the quarter-finals in the Papa John's Trophy last nights sets us up for Saturday's Rendevous quite nicely.To preview Saturday's game is Liam from @MK1Podcast, who made his second appearance on the pod!Enjoyed the episode? Follow us at @WhatTheFalkPod, or like and subscribe via your favourite podcast app.• Does last night's Papa John's Trophy have any bearing on the weekend game?• Will Grigg may be the worst signing we've ever made - but how do MK fans feel about re-signing him?• Is Scott Fraser the best midfielder in League One?• Which Sunderland player impressed Liam most in our 3-0 win last night?& much, much more.#SAFC #MKDons #LeagueOne

Episode 10   The Moog Modular Synthesizer—First Recordings   Playlist   Countdown to number 1.   Perrey and Kingsley, The Savers B/W Pioneers of the Stars. Single. Released: December 9, 1967. Moog Programmer: Gershon Kingsley and Jean Jacques Perrey who also played Ondioline on the recording. This is an early single release from the marvelous Kaleidoscopic Vibrations album released in the same month. Produced in New York without the aid of Paul Beaver. Toshi Ichyanagi, Extended Voices. Released: November 18, 1967. New pieces for chorus and for voices altered electronically by sound synthesizers and vocoder. Toshi Ichyanagi, Voices (for Voices with Moog Synthesizer and Buchla Associates Modular System). The Monkees, Daily Nightly, from the album Pisces, Aquarius, Capricorn & Jones Ltd. Released: November 11, 1967. The Monkees, with Micky Dolenz and Paul Beaver on Moog. Hal Blaine, Tune In – Turn On, from the album Psychedelic Percussion. Released: September 30, 1967. Moog programmer: Paul Beaver. Also featured multi-percussionist Emil Richards. The Electric Flag, Flash, Bam, Pow, from The Trip soundtrack album. Released: September 9, 1967. Moog programmer: Paul Beaver and The Electric Flag, a Los Angeles rock group led by Mike Bloomfield (guitar). The Doors, Strange Days from the album Strange Days. Released: September 7, 1967, with Paul Beaver using the Moog to modify Morrison's voice on the title track.   The Seeds, Six Dreams, a single. Released: June 24, 1967. No Moog credits given, but that wind sound heard throughout closely resembles the Moog white noise generator. Recorded in Los Angeles. Emil Richards, Garnet, from the album Stones. Released: June 1967. Moog programmer: Paul Beaver. Although Paul Beaver set-up the Moog, Richards was actively engaged in playing the synthesizer for this session. Hal Blaine, Love-In (December) B/W Wiggy. Single. Released: June 3. 1967. Moog programmer: Paul Beaver. This single preceded Blaine's Psychedelic Percussion album by three months, a case where the single achieves date priority over the album from which it was taken. This also marked the first 45 RPM single to feature a Moog. Mort Garson, Aquarius: The Lover of Life from the album, The Zodiac Cosmic Sounds. Released: May 20, 1967. Moog programmer: Paul Beaver. Recorded in Los Angeles in late April 1967, with Paul Beaver credited for “electronic instruments.” The Archive Mix in which I play two additional tracks at the same time, to see what happens. Tillicum, the theme from the Canadian TV show “Here Come the Seventies,” by Syrinx. From 1970. John Mills-Cockell on Moog. Komarovsky and Lara's Rendevous, from the soundtrack to Doctor Zhivago, music by Maurice Jarre, excerpt. This soundtrack from 1965 is rumored to have included an early Moog, but audible evidence is scarce. I think I may have found an example in the deep bass bed midway through this cut. Read my book: Electronic and Experimental Music (sixth edition), by Thom Holmes (2020). Link to my blog for the Bob Moog Foundation.      

Matthew Reilly is a New York Times bestselling author of 18 novels - with his latest, The Two Lost Mountains launching today. His books have sold over 7.5 million copies worldwide, thanks to his intriguing characters and plot pacing that’s faster than a Dalorian DMC-12. While most peg him as an action adventure writer, he also touches other genres like scifi and fantasy frequently in his work. Matthew himself describes his novels as 'escapist' fiction. In this chat, we talked Hollywood adaptations, killing off characters (and getting hate mail for it), plus how Michael Crichton influenced his writing… For the best action adventure novels (other than his own) Matthew recommends… The Andromeda Strain or The Great Train Robbery by Michael Crichton. He also thinks non-fiction like Sapiens by Yuval Noah Harari & The Biggest Bluff by Maria Konnikova help inspire great works of fiction. Finally, for pure imagination, Matthew Reilly recommends scifi classics: Rendevous with Rama by Arthur C Clarke, The Foundation Series by Isaac Asimov, and The Hyperion Series by Dan Simmons. For a full rundown of the Genre Wars episodes head to: timhawken.com/genrewars

Thinking of going to an Overlanding retreat or expo? If so, what should you do while you're there? Why should you or shouldn't you check one of these events out? In this video, I'm going to talk through how these events work and why they are really awesome for new or even experienced Overlanders. Hopefully this info is helpful if you're considering going to this event in 2021! If you're looking for a great one to check out, consider going to MOORE Expo in February of 2021 (link below to purchase tickets) and come say hi! I'll be there. Post up in the comments if you attended KOAR or other events and have anything to add, or if you just have questions about anything mentioned in the video. Happy to help! A huge thanks to my featured partners: Overland Addict (any type of Overlanding gear you could want): https://bit.ly/3ncqz4R Overland Addict has a couple of limited time specials going on. Free Shipping on National Luna fridges ($75 value)! Here's the link: https://bit.ly/36qvKs1 Also, 5% off all GFC (Go Fast Camper) products in stock. This include their Flight Deck systems for Tacomas and the GFC hard shell tent! There is typically a 4-6 week lead time to get these products and they've got them in stock, so save time and money by getting them here: https://bit.ly/3ncqVIJ The Last US Bag Company (great quality Overlanding bags, check them out!): https://bit.ly/33sU1f4 Moore Expo (let them know that you're interested in attending here!!): https://bit.ly/2GmILIr Northology Adventures (Sign up for their FREE monthly magazine and check out their events!): https://bit.ly/3iww7Ue Lots of people have asked how they can support the channel, so I've now got morale patches and stickers! Check out the store here: https://bit.ly/33qU1vY For a full list of my gear, check out this page for quick reference links: https://bit.ly/3nbV7DL For more great content and info, you can follow me on Facebook, Instagram, or search for All Things Overlanding on all the major podcast channels! Facebook: https://bit.ly/34pYsXv Instagram: https://bit.ly/34pYS01 YouTube: https://bit.ly/3cV5ZBb --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/allthingsoverlanding/support

On this week's episode of We Talk Health, we are joined by the Butterfly's Embrace team, talking about ways the community can get involved with their program. There are several events that take place during the year, including the Heaven's Cradle Rooftop Run & Rendevous, as well as the annual Memorial Service, which typically takes place in October. If you would like to get involved with the Butterfly's Embrace team or any event that they host, feel free to connect with anyone listed below via their email address. Be sure to also check out the link to the Heaven's Cradle Facebook page to keep up with all events that are going on. https://www.facebook.com/heavenscradlesisterhoodHosts: Will KwasigrohSocial Media Coordinatorwilliam.kwasigroh@wth.orgLeighAnn SuttonPerinatal Bereavement CoordinatorLeighann.sutton@wth.orgMary Beth DunaganPerinatal Bereavement Counselor & Community Liaisonmarybeth.dunagan@wth.orgRachel RyanCertified Child-Life Specialistsrachel.ryan@wth.org

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Ben Baak ist überzeugt: "Wer im Leben etwas bewegen will, fängt am besten bei sich selbst an". Und er muss es wissen. Denn: Als promovierter Sportwissenschaftler war er mehr als zehn Jahre an der Deutschen Sporthochschule in Köln tätig. Dort hat er unter anderem die Wirkung der Schwerelosigkeit auf den menschlichen Körper erforscht. Der plötzliche Tod seines Vaters hat seinen Lebensweg komplett verändert und ihn, weg von der Wissenschaft, hin zu einem direkten Engagement bei seinen Mitmenschen geführt. Seither begleitete Dr. Baak über 350 erfolgreiche Unternehmer und Persönlichkeiten dabei, sowohl ihre Gesundheit, als auch ihr persönliches Wohlbefinden und natürlich ihre Leistungsfähigkeit gleichermaßen zu entwickeln. So profitierten z.B.  der Coach und Speaker Bodo Schäfer und der bekannte Fußballprofi Toni Schumacher für alle drei Ebenen, nämlich Körper, Geist und Seele von seinem Know-How.  Durch Auftritte in namhaften Unternehmen wie Audi, Jacobs, Sage und Bosch sorgt er dafür, dass der bisweilen stressige Berufsalltag von gegenseitiger Wertschätzung geprägt ist. Das Bewusstsein für die eigene Gesundheit von Führungskräften und Mitarbeitern für Leistungsfähigkeit und -grenzen wird geschärft und damit das Fundament für jeden Erfolg in Beruf und Privatleben gelegt. Mit inspirierenden Vorträgen zu Bewegung, Ernährung und Motivation begeistert Dr. Ben Baak sein Publikum. Mit Hilfe von Systemen, wie dem "3x3", dass er mit seinem Experten-Team auf Grundlage neuester wissenschaftlicher Erkenntnisse entwickelt hat, hilft er vielen Menschen, Sport und gesunde Bewegung spielend leicht in ihren Alltag zu integrieren.   Der Pitch von Ben ist: Ben nimmt Menschen an die Hand, ihre Gesundheit zur Chefsache zu machen. Und auch für jeden in seinem vielbeschäftigten Alltag dies mit einfachen Mittel, Methoden und Tipps erfolgreich umzusetzen. Dabei geht er anders wie jeder sonstige Sportwissenschaftler vor, sondern es ist ihm wichtig aufzuzeigen, dass nur wenn alle 3 Komponenten Kopf, Seele, Geist harmonieren, hast du eine gute Energie für deine Dinge, die dir auch wichtig sind. Diese Methode macht ihn einzigartig   Welche 3 praktischen Tipps hat Ben aus seiner Praxis für dich? Der verlässlichste Maßstab für wahre Selbstliebe ist das, was du täglich für dich und deine Gesundheit tust. 1 - Festige deine Gedanken: Bleib ruhig und besonnen und positiv. lasse dich nicht von Negativen Ereignisse hinabziehen. Dein mentaler Bereich lässt dich wohlfühlen oder macht dich klein.   Die positive Selbstaffirmation bestärkt dich ungemein. So bringst du dich in eine Stimmung, die dir für deine Dinge eine höhere Energie gibt. 2 – ernähre dich gut. Kein vernünftiger Autofahrer füttert sein Auto mit schlechten Kraftstoffen. Bei deinem Körper solltest du es ebenso nur Gutes ihm gönnen. Denn der menschliche Körper funktioniert auch sehr lange, wenn er schlecht behandelt wird. Dies erzeugt aber langfristig Krankheiten, dies sich früher oder später immer zeigen.    Trinke daher schon mal viel Wasser, führe Proteine und Fette dir zu- diese sind nämlich ebenso wichtig. Vitamine, Spurenelemente und andere Elemente sind ebenso wichtig. Frisch essen mit viel Gemüse, Obst. Eine gesunde Mischkost. Und lerne Selbstverantwortung zu übernehmen. 3 – starte direkt morgens mit Bewegung Baue gezielt über den Tag kurze Unterbrechungen der Arbeit mit Bewegung ein und gezielter Fokussierung oder Entspannung. Abwechslung ist bei allem der stärkste Reiz für Weiterentwicklung, da Neues den Organismus mehr fordert Welche Verbindung hat Ben zu Frau & Geld und womit und wie verdient er sein Geld? Auftritte als Speaker und Begleitung im 1zu1 Coaching auf Basis von Stoffwechsel- und Bewegungstyp-Analysen. Was ist die Marketing Geheimwaffe von Ben und wie ist sein Marketing aufgebaut? Authentisch in seinem Handeln, Begeisterung für die Fortschritte seiner Kunden, persönliche Empfehlungen seiner Klienten, umfangreiches Know-how als Basis.   Welchen Nutzen hat der Kunde, wenn er mit Ben zusammenarbeitet? Grundpfeiler für den Lebenserfolg in Beruf- und Privatleben durch Steigerung der Leistungsfähigkeit und des Wohlbefindens sowie langfristigen Erhalt/Aufbau der Gesundheit   Was war der schlimmste Moment für Ben, sein größter Fehler, bzw. seine größte Herausforderung als Unternehmer? Vertrauensbruch in einer geschäftlichen Beziehung und damit ein Betrug. Resultat: Trennung und Neuanfang, obwohl hier Jahre harter Arbeit investiert worden waren!   Wie wichtig ist für Ben Geld und macht Geld ihn glücklich? Geld ist gedruckte Freiheit. Er hat noch nie aus dem Antrieb gehandelt viel Geld zu verdienen. Allerdings bringt die Leidenschaft für Menschen und ihre Bedürfnisse sowie die Positionierung als Experte gute Honorare als angenehmen Nebeneffekt einfach mit. Verändert Geld den Charakter? Seiner Meinung nach nicht. Allerdings verstärken sich Charakterzüge. Ein armer geiziger Mensch bleibt auch mit viel Geld geizig.   Wie trifft Ben seine Entscheidungen?    Welche Entscheidungsfindungsstrategie hat er? Wie geht er an scheinbar unlösbare Aufgaben heran? Bei Anschaffungen und Investitionen oft mit umfangreicher Recherche. Bei vielen anderen Dingen auf Grundlage seine Bauchgefühls. Es gibt keine unlösbaren Aufgaben. Alles, was wir denken und glauben können, ist grundsätzlich möglich. Er schätzt Abkürzungen und profitiert hier gerne von Expertenwissen anderer. Alles andere bedeutet oft viel Zeit zu investieren und Misserfolge zu haben, bevor das Ergebnis erreicht wird. Wichtig ist immer vorher zu wissen, was das Ergebnis/Ziel sein soll!   Welchen Tipp hat Ben für diejenigen, die ihr Einkommen erhöhen bzw. verdoppeln wollen? Positionierung!!! Talente und Leidenschaft kombiniert mit einer klaren Positionierung sind ein echter Raketenantrieb. Allerdings passiert nichts über Nacht, sondern setzt Fleiß und Ausdauer voraus sowie die Fähigkeit sich immer wieder anzupassen und den Ehrgeiz zu haben besser zu werden/sich weiterzuentwickeln. Ansonsten ist es sicher für viele interessant die Cashflow-Quadranten zu kennen und zu verstehen (Robert Kiyosaki). Kurzfassung: Verdiene Geld aus einem Angestelltenverhältnis, Selbstständigkeit, als Unternehmer und Investor.   Wie bekommt Ben seinen „inneren Schweinehund“ in den Griff? Wie motiviert er sich, wenn er mal keine richtige Lust hat, etwas zu tun, was getan werden muss? Er weiß wofür er etwas tut. In dem Moment sind selbst sein Schweinehund und er sich oft einig ;) Ansonsten lässt er bewusst Ausnahmen zu und kehrt immer wieder diszipliniert und aus einem inneren Antrieb zu den richtigen Gewohnheiten zurück. Außerdem nutzt er Rituale, die er positiv gestaltet hat. Wie hat Ben es geschafft, seine Leidenschaft zu finden Er hat schon früh auf Bühnen gestanden und hat sich hier weiterentwickelt. Der Tod seines Vaters brachte ihn an einen Punkt sein Wissen so für Menschen einzusetzen, dass sie daraus ihre Gesundheit schützen können. Einfach und wirkungsvoll.   Welche Werte sind für Ben wichtig? Vertrauen, Ehrlichkeit, Disziplin und Nächstenliebe. Letzteres als Liebe zu sich selbst und daraus resultierend anderen Menschen. Ben liebt es Menschen zu entwickeln und das Leben anderer zu bereichern. Was hat Ben ursprünglich davon zurückgehalten, Unternehmer zu werden? Lauter Angestellte in der Familie. Daher hatte er kein Modelling of Excellence.   Was bedeutet Erfolg für Ben? Das Leben anderer Menschen zu verbessern und so mit Sinnhaftigkeit seinen Lebensunterhalt zu verdienen. Außerdem natürlich allem voran frei und gesund zu sein! Was sind die drei Stärken von Ben? Ehrlichkeit, Diplomatie, Respekt, Disziplin   Gibt es ein Lebensmotto, ein Lieblings-Zitat das Ben begleitet?  Wir sind nicht nur verantwortlich für das, was wir tun, sondern auch für das, was wir nicht tun. – Moliere Sei verantwortlich, dann hast du die „Macht“ zu verändern.     Was ist die beste Buchempfehlung von Ben? Du bist das Placebo. Dr. Joe Dispenza Und sein eigenes Buch: Rendezvous mit dem Schweinehund: Gesundheitsziele zuverlässig erreichen - starke Impulse für Körper, Geist und Seele https://amzn.to/3aXGWf1   Welchen „letzten Tipp“ gibt Dir Ben mit auf den Weg?  Nutze Bewegung als unterstützende Kraft für deinen Lebenserfolg. Achte auf deine drei Energieebenen und du wirst sehen, dass du viel mehr erreichen kannst und dich wohler fühlst. Gesundheit ist am Ende Energie, sprich Leistungsfähigkeit und Wohlbefinden. Der Aufwand ist überschaubar, das Ergebnis ist das Fundament für ein glückliches Leben.    Wie kann man Ben am besten erreichen? Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/drbenbaak/ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/drbenbaak/   Youtube: http://www.youtube.com/c/DrBenBaak  Webseite von Ben: www.benbaak.de   Infoseite Buch: „Rendezvous mit dem Schweinehund“:  https://www.baak-buch.de/ Und diverse wiss. Artikel ------- Nachzulesen und Nachzuhören auch in meinem Blog: https://amatabayerl.de/263-rendevous-mit-dem-schweinehund-interview-mit-dr-ben-baak   Ich freue mich, wenn Du mir ein Feedback hier im Blog oder auf Facebook hinterlässt

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Die zweite Session unseres Pen and Paper Abenteuers Paradise Lost. Wieder dabei sind natürlich die Protagonisten und Protagonistinnen: Elena "der flauschige Tod" Blake, Victor St. Clair aka "Umbrella Ice" und Peter Daxley auch bekannt als "der Drachenkrieger". Zum ersten Mal bekommen sie es mit der Mafia zu tun. Wie das wohl ausgehen mag...Rollen: Lukas Bartsch (Victor St. Clair), Steven Meier (Elena Blake), Pierre Buiwitt (Peter Daxley), Jonas Haurand (Spielleiter/ Post-Production), Christian Varga (Disclaimer). Artwork: Brenda Kraus https://www.instagram.com/brendakra_/instagram.com. Wir spielen unsere Kampagne Paradise Lost mithilfe des "Savage Worlds" Regelwerks und der Erweiterung dem "Superhelden-Kompendium". Einige Regeln sind vereinfacht bzw. "Homebrew". Falls ihr nicht wisst, was ein Pen and Paper Rollenspiel ist, dann hört euch einfach "Kurz erklärt: Was ist Pen and Paper?" an, wo wir für euch die wichtigsten Punkte zusammengefasst haben. Zusätzlich noch ein Hinweis: Es handelt sich um ein Rollenspiel, was bedeutet, dass ernstere Situationen oder Themen innerhalb des Spielverlaufs zur Sprache kommen können. Die Spieler*innen und die Spielleitung schlüpfen in fiktive Rollen in einer fiktiven Welt und müssen nicht die Positionen ihrer Figur in der Realität vertreten. Wenn ihr uns erreichen wollt, könnt ihr uns gerne unter game@radiohertz.de eine E-mail schicken. Musik:„Space Love Attack“ UltraCatLicensed under Creative Commons: Attribution-NonCommercial 3.0https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc/3.0/„Funk the Floor“ UltraCatLicensed under Creative Commons: Attribution-NonCommercial 3.0https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc/3.0/„Sanctuary Of The Sky Gods“ Nathaniel WyvernLicensed under Creative Commons: Attribution-NonCommercial 4.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc/4.0/„High Technologic Beat Explosion“ Loyalty Freak MusicLicensed under Creative Commons: CC0 1.0 Universal (CC0 1.0) Public Domain Dedicationhttps://creativecommons.org/publicdomain/zero/1.0/„After Party“ Loyalty Freak MusicLicensed under Creative Commons: CC0 1.0 Universal (CC0 1.0) Public Domain Dedicationhttps://creativecommons.org/publicdomain/zero/1.0/„Pure Adrenaline“ eddyLicensed under Creative Commons: Attribution-NonCommercial 4.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc/4.0/„All The Way Up by“ eddyLicensed under Creative Commons: Attribution-NonCommercial 4.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc/4.0/„Sonata No 1 in F Minor Op 2 No 1 I Allegro“ Daniel Veesey Licensed under Creative Commons: CC0 1.0 Universal (CC0 1.0) Public Domain Dedicationhttps://creativecommons.org/publicdomain/zero/1.0/„Sonata No 1 in F Minor Op 2 No 1 II Adagio“ Daniel Veesey Licensed under Creative Commons: CC0 1.0 Universal (CC0 1.0) Public Domain Dedicationhttps://creativecommons.org/publicdomain/zero/1.0/„Sonata No 1 in F Minor Op 2 No 1 IV Prestissimo“ Daniel Veesey Licensed under Creative Commons: CC0 1.0 Universal (CC0 1.0) Public Domain Dedicationhttps://creativecommons.org/publicdomain/zero/1.0/

Die zweite Session unseres Pen and Paper Abenteuers Paradise Lost. Wieder dabei sind natürlich die Protagonisten und Protagonistinnen: Elena "der flauschige Tod" Blake, Victor St. Clair aka "Umbrella Ice" und Peter Daxley auch bekannt als "der Drachenkrieger". Zum ersten Mal bekommen sie es mit der Mafia zu tun. Wie das wohl ausgehen mag...Rollen: Lukas Bartsch (Victor St. Clair), Steven Meier (Elena Blake), Pierre Buiwitt (Peter Daxley), Jonas Haurand (Spielleiter/ Post-Production), Christian Varga (Disclaimer). Artwork: Brenda Kraus https://www.instagram.com/brendakra_/instagram.com. Wir spielen unsere Kampagne Paradise Lost mithilfe des "Savage Worlds" Regelwerks und der Erweiterung dem "Superhelden-Kompendium". Einige Regeln sind vereinfacht bzw. "Homebrew". Falls ihr nicht wisst, was ein Pen and Paper Rollenspiel ist, dann hört euch einfach "Kurz erklärt: Was ist Pen and Paper?" an, wo wir für euch die wichtigsten Punkte zusammengefasst haben. Zusätzlich noch ein Hinweis: Es handelt sich um ein Rollenspiel, was bedeutet, dass ernstere Situationen oder Themen innerhalb des Spielverlaufs zur Sprache kommen können. Die Spieler*innen und die Spielleitung schlüpfen in fiktive Rollen in einer fiktiven Welt und müssen nicht die Positionen ihrer Figur in der Realität vertreten. Wenn ihr uns erreichen wollt, könnt ihr uns gerne unter game@radiohertz.de eine E-mail schicken.Musik:„Space Love Attack“ UltraCatLicensed under Creative Commons: Attribution-NonCommercial 3.0https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc/3.0/„Funk the Floor“ UltraCatLicensed under Creative Commons: Attribution-NonCommercial 3.0https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc/3.0/„Sanctuary Of The Sky Gods“ Nathaniel WyvernLicensed under Creative Commons: Attribution-NonCommercial 4.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc/4.0/„High Technologic Beat Explosion“ Loyalty Freak MusicLicensed under Creative Commons: CC0 1.0 Universal (CC0 1.0) Public Domain Dedicationhttps://creativecommons.org/publicdomain/zero/1.0/„After Party“ Loyalty Freak MusicLicensed under Creative Commons: CC0 1.0 Universal (CC0 1.0) Public Domain Dedicationhttps://creativecommons.org/publicdomain/zero/1.0/„Pure Adrenaline“ eddyLicensed under Creative Commons: Attribution-NonCommercial 4.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc/4.0/„All The Way Up by“ eddyLicensed under Creative Commons: Attribution-NonCommercial 4.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc/4.0/„Sonata No 1 in F Minor Op 2 No 1 I Allegro“ Daniel Veesey Licensed under Creative Commons: CC0 1.0 Universal (CC0 1.0) Public Domain Dedicationhttps://creativecommons.org/publicdomain/zero/1.0/„Sonata No 1 in F Minor Op 2 No 1 II Adagio“ Daniel Veesey Licensed under Creative Commons: CC0 1.0 Universal (CC0 1.0) Public Domain Dedicationhttps://creativecommons.org/publicdomain/zero/1.0/„Sonata No 1 in F Minor Op 2 No 1 IV Prestissimo“ Daniel Veesey Licensed under Creative Commons: CC0 1.0 Universal (CC0 1.0) Public Domain Dedicationhttps://creativecommons.org/publicdomain/zero/1.0/

Die Sommerpause ist vorbei. Heißt: Es gibt wieder neue Folgen von Sneakfilm To Go - Der Sneakfilm-Podcast. Den Anfang macht heute der Film Iris - Rendevous mit dem Tod aus dem Jahre 2016.

On the Season 2 Premiere of Things to Keep in Mind, A.E.Charles and his good friend artist Jordan Carlisle have part 1 of their 3 part honest conversation about love and relationships: Live, Love & Learn. On part 1 of their conversation they talk about The Honeymoon Phase which usually occurs during the beginning of a new relationship. Throughout the show A.E. play’s two songs, the first song is Rendevous by Kajim which is available on all streaming platforms: https://soundcloud.com/user-336543324/rendezvous. The second song is by A.E.’s group No-Boundaries and is called Young Casanova (Live): https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/noboundaries/f823 it is available on all streaming platforms. Also make sure you go check out A.E.’s new poetry collection Phases: https://www.scribd.com/book/406779508 I hope you enjoy the show! ReviewCast: https://anchor.fm/hao-chen --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/anzel-nichols/support

It was down to the last days and I still didn't have a car. Tune in this week as I share what the hell happened when I tried to cop a car from a janky dealership in Brooklyn. Its been sometimes but Mush King is back with an all-new story of where he has been, what's been going on and more. Sit back and relax I got a story to tell. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ BECOME A SPONSOR bit.ly/cwfanchor We got TSHIRTS--shop now--bit.ly/cwfshirts Happy Socks goo.gl/gKBNtH Tune in. Subscribe/RATE on ITUNES-- bit.ly/cwfp1 We got TSHIRTS--shop now--bit.ly/cwfshirts HotelWiz.com Book Now and Get $40 Off on any booking of $250 click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?i…type=3&subid=0 Let us know what you think! Join the Conversation on Instagram.com/cwfp_ FaceBook --bit.ly/cwffb Subscribe/RATE on ITUNES-- bit.ly/cwfp1 Visit our website: www.cwfnetwork.com Have a question? Shoot us an email Info@cwfnetwork.com Interested in helping with the CWF Network? Head to cwfnetwork.com and click on BE AN INTERN. Follow Us on Social Media Mush King --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/cwfp/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/cwfp/support

It was down to the last days and I still didn't have a car. Tune in this week as I share what the hell happened when I tried to cop a car from a janky dealership in Brooklyn. Its been sometimes but Mush King is back with an all-new story of where he has been, what's been going on and more. Sit back and relax I got a story to tell. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ BECOME A SPONSOR bit.ly/cwfanchor We got TSHIRTS--shop now--bit.ly/cwfshirts Happy Socks goo.gl/gKBNtH Tune in. Subscribe/RATE on ITUNES-- bit.ly/cwfp1 We got TSHIRTS--shop now--bit.ly/cwfshirts HotelWiz.com Book Now and Get $40 Off on any booking of $250 click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?i…type=3&subid=0 Let us know what you think! Join the Conversation on Instagram.com/cwfp_ FaceBook --bit.ly/cwffb Subscribe/RATE on ITUNES-- bit.ly/cwfp1 Visit our website: www.cwfnetwork.com Have a question? Shoot us an email Info@cwfnetwork.com Interested in helping with the CWF Network? Head to cwfnetwork.com and click on BE AN INTERN. Follow Us on Social Media Mush King --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/cwfp/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/cwfp/support

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Matt and Mark do up a double feature this week (kind of) for our 70's car-movie theme with the 1976 short "Rendevous" and the John Wayne 1974 Neo-Noir McQ. Matt waxes nostalgic over his favorite city Paris, while both Matt and Mark wax nostalgic over the uncrowded free-ways of early 70's Seattle. As Seattle natives, we ponder the set pieces of Wayne's McQ and its set-piece car chase, while parsing out the acting talents of the venerable and storied Wayne. Is it a Bullitt knock-off? Does it matter? Foreign to both Wayne's Western canon and the zeitgeist of early 70's popcorn cinema, we try to appreciate McQ with fresh eyes. Despite its mediocre reviews, Wayne is certainly a charismatic actor worthy of his legend.Download: 290 McQ (and Rendezvous)

Rendevous mit einer Legende.

Today we will begin our look at the spaceships we might use for colonizing interstellar space in the future. In order to cover the vast distances between even the nearest stars in our galaxy within the boundaries of known physics, we need vessels able to voyage at high speeds for very long periods of time while carrying everything they need to colonize another solar system, a concept typically known as a space ark or generation ship. We will explore the challenges and options for such a vessel, as well as some alternative approaches to the problem. Watch the video version: https://youtu.be/H2f0Wd3zNj0 Use my link http://www.audible.com/isaac or text "ISAAC" to 500-500 to get a free book including a copy of "Rendevous with Rama" and a 30-day free trial of Audible. Visit our Website: http://www.isaacarthur.net Support us on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/IsaacArthur SFIA Merchandise available: http://signil.com/sfia Social Media: Facebook Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/1583992725237264/ Reddit: https://www.reddit.com/r/IsaacArthur/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/Isaac_A_Arthur on Twitter and RT our future content. SFIA Discord Server: https://discord.gg/v5UKTsz Listen or Download the audio of this episode from Soundcloud: Episode's Audio-only version: https://soundcloud.com/isaac-arthur-148927746/generation-ships Episode's Narration-only version: https://soundcloud.com/isaac-arthur-148927746/generation-ships-narration-only Credits: Generation Ships 142, Season 4 Episode 27 Writers Isaac Arthur Editors A.T. Long Darius Said Evan Schultheis Jerry Guern Keith Blockus Mark Warburton Sigmund Kopperud Producer Isaac Arthur Cover Artist: Jakub Grygier https://www.artstation.com/jakub_grygier Graphics Team: Jarred Eagley Jeremy Jozwik Katie Byrne Kristijan Tavcar Sam McNamara https://www.artstation.com/sboterod?fref=gc Sergio Botero Narrator: Isaac Arthur Music Manager: Luca De Rosa - lucaderosa2@live.com Music: Markus Junnikkala, "Plotting a Course" https://www.markusjunnikkala.com/ Phase Shift, "Forest Night" https://www.last.fm/music/Phase+Shift/_/Enigmatic Aerium, "The Islands moved while I was asleep" https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCRnUJY3l5vIJFGsY3XvW4dQ Stellardrone, "Between the Rings" https://stellardrone.bandcamp.com Denny Shneidemesser, "Constellations" https://soundcloud.com/denny-schneidemesser Koalips, "Kvazar" http://freemusicarchive.org/music/Koalips/ Ayreon, "The Theory of Everything" https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCihO6uVisilu1mn4x2u-HOA

Today we will begin our look at the spaceships we might use for colonizing interstellar space in the future. In order to cover the vast distances between even the nearest stars in our galaxy within the boundaries of known physics, we need vessels able to voyage at high speeds for very long periods of time while carrying everything they need to colonize another solar system, a concept typically known as a space ark or generation ship. We will explore the challenges and options for such a vessel, as well as some alternative approaches to the problem. Watch the video version: https://youtu.be/H2f0Wd3zNj0 Use my link http://www.audible.com/isaac or text "ISAAC" to 500-500 to get a free book including a copy of "Rendevous with Rama" and a 30-day free trial of Audible. Visit our Website: http://www.isaacarthur.net Support us on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/IsaacArthur SFIA Merchandise available: http://signil.com/sfia Social Media: Facebook Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/1583992725237264/ Reddit: https://www.reddit.com/r/IsaacArthur/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/Isaac_A_Arthur on Twitter and RT our future content. SFIA Discord Server: https://discord.gg/v5UKTsz Listen or Download the audio of this episode from Soundcloud: Episode's Audio-only version: https://soundcloud.com/isaac-arthur-148927746/generation-ships Episode's Narration-only version: https://soundcloud.com/isaac-arthur-148927746/generation-ships-narration-only Credits: Generation Ships 142, Season 4 Episode 27 Writers Isaac Arthur Editors A.T. Long Darius Said Evan Schultheis Jerry Guern Keith Blockus Mark Warburton Sigmund Kopperud Producer Isaac Arthur Cover Artist: Jakub Grygier https://www.artstation.com/jakub_grygier Graphics Team: Jarred Eagley Jeremy Jozwik Katie Byrne Kristijan Tavcar Sam McNamara https://www.artstation.com/sboterod?fref=gc Sergio Botero Narrator: Isaac Arthur Music Manager: Luca De Rosa - lucaderosa2@live.com Music: Markus Junnikkala, "Plotting a Course" https://www.markusjunnikkala.com/ Phase Shift, "Forest Night" https://www.last.fm/music/Phase+Shift/_/Enigmatic Aerium, "The Islands moved while I was asleep" https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCRnUJY3l5vIJFGsY3XvW4dQ Stellardrone, "Between the Rings" https://stellardrone.bandcamp.com Denny Shneidemesser, "Constellations" https://soundcloud.com/denny-schneidemesser Koalips, "Kvazar" http://freemusicarchive.org/music/Koalips/ Ayreon, "The Theory of Everything" https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCihO6uVisilu1mn4x2u-HOA

We talk about H1GHR music and one of its many artists and our personal favorite, Sik K. What we love about him, what happens when people interrupt our Sik K listening time, cw television shows, appropriation v. appreciation, and some more Sik K. A lil bit about Sik K from Sik K: https://youtu.be/F9jLUlYWtpA Sik K - FLIP: Audio/ Habibi Sik K - FLIP:  Rendevous m/v : https://youtu.be/36HvpOE4opQ Sik K - FLIP:  audio  / Alcohol Ft. Jay Park Sik K - H.A.L.F:  Audio/Ring Ring Sik K - H.A.L.F: m/v Party(Shut Down) - https://youtu.be/1_BTuzaRHYU Sik K - H.A.L.F: audio/Too Many Sik K - H.A.L.F: audio/ FLY Libsyn catalog: http://tvmovielover.libsyn.com/ Twitter: @BookDreamer01 @TVMovieMistress Email: TvMovieMistress@Gmail.Com Patreon: www.patreon.com/tvmoviemistress Stitcher Link: http://www.stitcher.com/s?fid=59748  Paypal donations: https://paypal.me/tvmoviemistress

In this episode Aron and Will talk about the 2018 North East Kifaru Rendevous.

In this Weeks Show Justin is Out and Andy takes the time to catch up with some guest on the show. He opens with a discussion on Equifax and just how the solution didn't really get better and left many in the dark. Apple updates the iOS and Andy takes the jump, not heeding to his own advice to wait and ride it out. He should have listened after less then one day, his iPhone was constantly restarting. Andy talks with Telestream and the latest features for Wirecast 8Pro and Standard Wirecast 8. Bryce Stejskal, Product Specialist talks about the History of Telestream and Wirecast and how the Desktop has changed from previous versions for creating great looking video productions. One of the latest features, Rendevous allows you to bring guest easily into the Wirecast. New Blue has expanded more of its features into Wirecast 8 and 8Pro. System resources are less demanded and overall gives the user a more streamlined show. Friend of the Show, Scott Husher of ATT visits to talk about plans the company has for getting more data, more service and more entertainment. Scott shares info on devices including the Samsung Galaxy S8 Active. Brittney Pickei of Accessory Power visits to talk about the GoGroove DSLR bags which can be a great companion for the photographer. Andy and Brittney talk about the features of the bag which retails extremely affordable and other products at GoGroove.Com - Andy talks about IMDB.Com and why it is his go to for Info on movies. He also sings the praises of the movie Big Love. Website of the Week is http://www.littlealchemy2.com

Chateau Elan marketing manager Emily Truax opens up about specials announced exclusively on social media, weekly rotating menus and new wine releases! About the brand: Château Élan is North Atlanta's premier luxury meeting and resort destination that offers championship golf, a full-production winery, European health spa, and world-class amenities. Web: www.chateauElan.com Follow: @ChateauElan Contact:Reservations@chateauElan.com About Ash Brown: ►Website: http://www.ashsaidit.com ►SUBSCRIBE HERE: http://www.youtube.com/c/AshSaidItSuwanee ►Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/1loveash ►Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ashBtv/ ►Twitter: https://twitter.com/1loveAsh ►Blog: http://www.ashsaidit.com/blog ►Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/1LoveAsh/ ►Daily Podcast: https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/ash-said-it/id1144197789 ►Newsletter: http://ashsaidit.us11.list-manage1.com/subscribe?u=2a2ca3b799467f125b53863c8&id=a6f43cd472

Chateau Elan marketing manager Emily Truax opens up about specials announced exclusively on social media, weekly rotating menus and new wine releases! About the brand: Château Élan is North Atlanta's premier luxury meeting and resort destination that offers championship golf, a full-production winery, European health spa, and world-class amenities. Web: www.chateauElan.com Follow: @ChateauElan Contact:Reservations@chateauElan.com About Ash Brown: ►Website: http://www.ashsaidit.com ►SUBSCRIBE HERE: http://www.youtube.com/c/AshSaidItSuwanee ►Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/1loveash ►Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ashBtv/ ►Twitter: https://twitter.com/1loveAsh ►Blog: http://www.ashsaidit.com/blog ►Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/1LoveAsh/ ►Daily Podcast: https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/ash-said-it/id1144197789 ►Newsletter: http://ashsaidit.us11.list-manage1.com/subscribe?u=2a2ca3b799467f125b53863c8&id=a6f43cd472

Adam and Matt talk to Karen Rubin, the VP of Product for Quantopian, about roadmaps, curating feedback, dealing with engineers, and you know, lots of other random things including games.

Two crooks plan to rob a bank they helped build but first they need to steal two long-forgotten photos. Original Air Date: November 1, 1945 Support the show monthly at patreon.greatdetectives.net Support the show on a one-time basis at http://support.greatdetectives.net. Mail a donation to: Adam Graham, PO Box 15913, Boise, Idaho 83715 Read more ...

I have the pleasure of Blingin the Airwaves with B.K. Jonas today! She is a romantic at heart and because of, this she has always been drawn to second chance love stories.  She’s an avid reader of romance, has been writing for fun since she was a child and has been teaching writing all of her adult life.  A transplanted midwesterner who lives in North Carolina with husband, B. K. Jonas loves to travel and spend time with family and friends.  She and her husband are the proud parents of two daughters and honored grandparents of six grandsons and one granddaughter.  Fate’s Rendevous is her debut romance novel. 

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After many weeks of musical talent being thrusted upon us, we are finally here at the penultimate round of Soundclash. We have three bands all fighting it out for that last available place in the final. So which band will be joining The Death of Johnny Alpha and Basement Services? First up was Deflection Theory, who gave us a set that showed us what heavy metal was all about. Pure passion and andrenaline was delivered through the vocals alone, but accompanied by the pumping instrumental this was a treat for all in attendance. Deflection Theory deserved a place in the final, and would be good competition for the likes of Alpha and company. If it is enough was down to the voting system and if their stage presence encapsulated the crowd. Doktors Rendezvous were favourites for this round because as half of them are in Johnny Alpha, it would have made for an interesting final. However, it’s the music that counts and not our wishful thinking. This band had more of a stage presence than Deflection Theory but not as heavy as them. You could see that the band was enjoying the performance, and so they should. They were delivering a set that was considerably better than their previous performance, and I think they knew it. A beautiful band for a beautiful competition, the final was definitely in their reach. Coffee Shop Situation was up last, and was the mellow indie band of the night. There was a lack of stage presence by these guys, but they more than made up for it with their catchy lyrics and amazing tunes. The set flowed seamlessly, and the audience enjoyed what were they were hearing. These guys would have a winning final set if they considered having more of a stage presence, which needs to be looked at if the audience voted in their favour. So who will be joining stage loving Death of Johnny Alpha and crowd pleasing Basement Services? Will it be more of a metal or indie based final. Check out the podcast to find out and make sure you join us live from 7pm for the last ever grand final of Soundclash. And for those wondering what has happened to the curse of Soundclash, Stratcast was its latest victim…but don’t worry we have the cuts and bruises to make sure that we will never see it again.

Soundclash returns with a heavier sound again this week, but sadly it seemed to lack something that previous rounds have had. Maybe it was the pure energy of last week’s bands that saw a room full of appreciative fans that the bar has been raised and so we are expecting so much more. First up was Koss (don’t ask where the name came from) who were a two-man band trying to take the lead in this competition. Now there was nothing wrong with their tracks, in fact, there were a couple that were particularly strong, but the lack of stage presence and energy made them look like they were the pre-warmer. The instrumental skills of these two men were impressive but not enough to grab your attention. The crowd did warm to them, but if they were to go through, more was needed of them. Following Koss was Doktors Rendezvous, which contained members from week one winners The Death of Johnny Alpha. Now there was definitely more of a stage presence, and quite a rocky set was delivered. Not enough wow factor as Johnny Alpha, but definite contenders to go through to the next round. I assume it’s the pressures of being in more than one band, but hey, if you want to win Soundclash… Some enjoyable tracks and the crowd seemed to like these more. What happens if it is a Johnny Alpha versus Doktors Rendezvous semi final will make very interesting viewing, but they had Sanctified Torture to compete with as well before a guaranteed round two place. Sanctified Torture had recovered from their bout of flu, which saw them drop out from a previous week, and was here to show that metal rock is here to stay. These guys had what you expected, with impressive skills on vocals and instruments. They were definite crowd pleasers with some dedicated followers vying for their success. Only the votes would decide if they had done enough to secure entry into round two. Check out the latest podcast to see which band did triumph, and tune in live on Wednesday from 8pm for the next lot of bands battling it out to get that coveted Soundclash title. Just one word of warning, standards and followers need to be high.

Gabriel decides to play tour guide once more, transporting Ashley, Brian and Susan to the night-life world of Lunaria. While there, Gabriel meets a fellow Onieronaut; however, not everything is as it appears. Allan - Adam Tilford Susan - Colleen Sterle Gabriel - Greg Nugent Ashley - Melissa D. Johnson Brian - Travis Mullenix Written, Produced and Mixed by: Catherine Rinella

Hercule Poirot is a fictional Belgian detective created by Agatha Christie. Along with Miss Marple, Poirot is one of Christie's most famous and long-lived characters: he appeared in 39 novels and 50 short stories. Poirot has been portrayed on screen, for films and TV, by various actors including Albert Finney, Peter Ustinov, Ian Holm, Tony Randall, Alfred Molina and, most recently, and famously, David Suchet. His character was based on two other fictional detectives of the time: Marie Belloc Lowndes' Hercule Popeau and Frank Howel Evans' Monsieur Poiret, a retired French police officer living in London. A more obvious influence on the early Poirot stories is that of Arthur Conan Doyle. In An Autobiography Christie admits that "I was still writing in the Sherlock Holmes tradition â eccentric detective, stooge assistant, with a Lestrade-type Scotland Yard detective, Inspector Japp."Poirot also bears a striking resemblance to A. E. W. Mason's fictional detective â Inspector Hanaud of the French surete-who, first appearing in the 1910 novel "At the Villa Rose," predates the writing of the first Poirot novel by six years.

An Open Valley is not a typical episode. It's a way for me to give you an update on the podcast, an update on personal items, or some info on other items that wouldn't fit into a normal episode. In this first Open Valley, beyond the house keeping stuff, I do briefly mention what a Rendevous was in the Rockies early in the 19th century.

The 101st airborne division, founded in 1942, is nicknamed the "screaming eagles".  Their motto is "Rendevous with Destiny", and they are officially known as air assault infantry.  Their training is one of the toughest in the Army. Some of their battles in WWII include: Pathfinding during D-Day, Operation Market Garden, and the Battle of the Bulge.  The division also participated in the Vietnam War (ex. Hamburger Hill), during Desert Storm, and during Operation Cobra II (otherwise known as Operation Iraqi Freedom). They have been featured in various forms of entertainment including: Brothers in Arms (video game), Band of Brothers (mini-series), Saving Private Ryan (movie).  For more information, read: US Special Forces by Samuel Southworth Reader's Digest Illustrated Story of World War II http://www.lonesentry.com/gi_stories_booklets/101stairborne/ http://www.101airborneww2.com/equipment3.html Military History Podcast is sponsored by Armchair General Magazine