Podcasts about sandwhiches

For today's episode, I have my last batch of interviews from my time at Super Bowl media row!I was joined by entrepreneurs & business owners: Ike Shehadeh, Katarina Maloney & Danielle Forsgren!Katarina Maloney is the CEO of IQ mind & is behind cutting edge medical technology to promote brain health! For more info, please visit: https://katarinamaloney.comIke Shehadeh, is behind the legendary sandwich shop, Ike's Love & Sandwhiches! Ike gave the history of how it all began & promoted his latest products.Danielle Forsgren is a part of the medical technology company, Avacen Medical. Avacen Medicao can help identity health issues from the scanning of your hand! For more info, please visit: https://avacen.comFor video Youtube footage of these interviews:Katarina Maloney - https://youtu.be/iavqm7Qi8nw?si=VzaIdOeka-cW3RkdIke Shehadeh - https://youtu.be/1jMN87sKGb4?si=L_CtKlMWC3ae-J-nDanielle Forsgren - https://youtu.be/FzMJoTSlwlM?si=3yAQir3PLLcHhVTnAlso, please click the link to pick up your next meal from Ike's Love & Sandwhiches! Ike's is my favorite sandwich show in the WORLD! https://www.ikessandwich.com@ikessandwiches For more exclusive content follow the Jim on Base Show on social media (Twitter/Instagram/TikTok): @JimonBaseShow

For today's episode, I have more interviews from my time at Super Bowl media row!NFL hall of Famer, Terrell Davis, & 4 time prow bowler, Lorenzo Neal both talked some football & what they've been up to as of late. Nathan's hot dog eating champion, Joey Chestnut, & WWE star, Summer Rae, both said hello as well!Terrell Davis is donating 95% of his cameo fees to benefit the Los Angeles Fire Department & Summer Rae promoted the Bare Knuckle Fighting League!For video Youtube footage of these interviews:Terrell Davis - https://youtu.be/2d35Ibzaqhs?si=l8rD63pqOCXtNk-NLorenzo Neal - https://youtu.be/mw8OJAd5ibk?si=UmapDlmAqkDtgsAoSummer Rae - https://youtu.be/OW1o9yoESeM?si=7OQIJp9rjJM19efJJoey Chestnut - https://youtu.be/RaT0FPta55Q?si=F9nO_Afhzf37DL8GAlso, please click the link to pick up your next meal from Ike's Love & Sandwhiches! Ike's is my favorite sandwich show in the WORLD! https://www.ikessandwich.com@ikessandwiches For more exclusive content follow the Jim on Base Show on social media (Twitter/Instagram/TikTok): @JimonBaseShow

For today's episode, I was joined by two Olympic gold medalists! It was a lot of fun having soccer star, Aly Wagner, & figure skater, Kristi Yamaguchi! Both were in attendance for the Bay Area Host Committee's tip off event at Chase Center for the NBA All Star game!The BAHC is prepared for a task that no other city or region has ever seen… hosting back to back to back major events: NBA All Star game, the Super Bowl & FIFA World Cup!  Aly Wagner spoke on her involvement with the BAHC & its significance. While friend of the show, Kristi Yamaguchi, spoke on her excitement for these 3 big events coming to the Bay Area!Please visit the BAHC website for more info: https://bayareahostcommittee.com/about-us​⁠ Also, please click the link to pick up your next meal from Ike's Love & Sandwhiches! Ike's is my favorite sandwich show in the WORLD! https://www.ikessandwich.com@ikessandwiches For more exclusive content follow the Jim on Base Show on social media (Twitter/Instagram/TikTok): @JimonBaseShow

For today's episode, I was joined at Super Bowl media row by NFL wide receivers: Andre Reed, James Jones & Terique Owens!Hall of Fame Buffalo Bill, Andre Reed, spoke on his foundation & the great impact it makes on children's lives.https://andrereedfoundation.orgJames Jones reflected on his journey to the NFl after growing up homeless.Terique Owens spoke on his special connection to the 49ers & how you can support the Prototype 81 clothing line!https://prototype81.comFor video Youtube footage of these interviews please visit: Andre Reed - https://youtu.be/fbU1XElhR2g?si=k-JPEJiCwOUIyxjbJames Jones - https://youtu.be/m7clalsIJyo?  si=WNW6tLDxdvzxpYfeTerique Owens - https://youtu.be/OCPSnWFK5vQ?si=s6k72EMW63_AZdl-Also, please click the link to pick up your next meal from Ike's Love & Sandwhiches! Ike's is my favorite sandwich show in the WORLD! https://www.ikessandwich.com@ikessandwiches For more exclusive content follow the Jim on Base Show on social media (Twitter/Instagram/TikTok): @JimonBaseShow

For today's episode, I was able to attend one of the biggest Super Bowl party's in New Orleans put on by the great, Leigh Steinberg!I was able to conduct interviews on the red carpet & interview Ray Lewis, Andre Reed, Jordan Chiles, Rachel Hale, Tommy DeVito, Tyrone Tracy Jr, Sage Steele, Dr Richard Myles, Rachel Pizzolato & David Kano!For video Youtube footage of these interviews please visit: https://linktr.ee/JimOnBaseShowAlso, please click the link to pick up your next meal from Ike's Love & Sandwhiches! Ike's is my favorite sandwich show in the WORLD! https://www.ikessandwich.com@ikessandwiches For more exclusive content follow the Jim on Base Show on social media (Twitter/Instagram/TikTok): @JimonBaseShow

NFL legend Brett Favre & director @realdkano joined the show to promote their documentary @concussedmovie that helps spread awareness on head trauma. It also tells the story of Tyler Sash & features appearances by NFL greats: @jimmymac9xx @christianokoye35 as well as @leighsteinbergAlso, please click the link to pick up your next meal from Ike's Love & Sandwhiches! Ike's is my favorite sandwich show in the WORLD! https://www.ikessandwich.com@ikessandwiches For more exclusive content follow the Jim on Base Show on social media (Twitter/Instagram/TikTok): @JimonBaseShow

For today's episode, sports & entertainment analysts: Stephen A Smith, Chris 'Mad Dog' Russo, Trey Wingo & Mike Golic joined the show from Super Bowl Media Row in New Orleans!For video footage of the interviews: Stephen A Smith - https://youtu.be/8_cefg4_Vzc?si=Z90nUUDOSnlDGbOAChris 'Mad Dog' Russo - https://youtu.be/rFxqbQcXjFc?si=1zA5wTm01kxNQKjKTrey Wingo - https://youtu.be/wfDhIIDdXP0?si=RBkTvpCLUF7PVY7iMike Golic - https://youtu.be/KrSDo8GErCo?si=bTDppQtIPQz0M_EbAlso, please click the link to pick up your next meal from Ike's Love & Sandwhiches! Ike's is my favorite sandwich show in the WORLD! https://www.ikessandwich.com@ikessandwiches For more exclusive content follow the Jim on Base Show on social media (Twitter/Instagram/TikTok): @JimonBaseShow

In this edition of Snap Chats With JJ Jansen, JJ talks about the narrative that exists around the Chiefs and the officiating, he talks about the feelings in the special teams room as they all prepare to enter free agency, he discloses his favorite sandwiches & more See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

In this juicy and delicious episode, Noel is joined by famed food stylist, cookbook author, and television food personality Jason Skrobar to share his culinary journey and to dish on his new book, The Book of Sandwhich. About the Jason Jason Skrobar has spent over 25 years working in food, first in restaurants as a dishwasher, line cook, server, host, and manager; then he transitioned out of restaurants and became a food stylist and recipe developer for the last 15. He quickly became a fixture on the television food styling scene, with stints at CBC shows Best Recipes Ever, In the Kitchen with Stefano Faita, and Steven and Chris. He followed that up with work at CTV on The Social, The Marilyn Denis Show, The Good Stuff with Mary Berg, Etalk, and Your Morning, where he is also an on-air food expert. He has been featured in several publications, including the New York Times and Toronto Life. A lifelong sandwich enthusiast, Jason gets excited at the mere thought of all the joy this book will bring to fellow devoted sandwich lovers.

Stephanie Tobola is a Texas native, military spouse, mother of two, and is now adding author to that list. Her debut book, Ketchup Sandwiches, is an intense memoir which takes the reader on the emotional rollercoaster of the life of a child enduring abuse and neglect. In sharing her story Stephanie aims to bring the hope of healing to others.In this episode, we dive into the life of trauma. We discuss helpful ways to navigate and work through the intricacies of life as a pediatric cancer patient and family.  CBT information: https://www.apa.org/ptsd-guideline/treatments/cognitive-behavioral-therapyHow to order Ketchup Sandwhiches: https://a.co/d/88R42TOTiffany McConathy: tmcconathy@nationalpcf.orgKelly Goddard: Kgoddard@nationalpcf.orgnationalpcf.org 

In our International News Review, Saturday Mornings host Glenn van Zutphen and co-host, award-winning author Neil Humphreys speak to Steve Okun, Senior Advisor, Mclarty Associates about the International Criminal Court taking aim at Israel and Hamas, should airlines have mandatory seatbelt-use rules following the SQ321 turbulence crisis, and a US judge rules on whether or not tacos and burritos are Mexican-style sandwiches.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Join us on Kick Your Boots Up as we meet Mike Moffitt, the Vice President/General Manager of Justin's Accessories & Apparel, and J.T. Griffin, the President of Wohali, who played a vital role in bringing Justin Jeans to fruition. Together, they discuss the significance of Justin's principles and highlight the distinctive features of Justin Jeans that distinguish them from other brands. Listen until the end to find out how to WIN BIG. For a full episode transcript, visit our website HERE.KICK YOUR BOOTS UP X JUSTIN JEANS GIVEAWAYTo Enter, You Must Do The Following: Subscribe to our podcast Sign up Here: https://bit.ly/KYBUJustinJeanGiveaway

Dan and Eric talk abotu cats, digital media, Oscars, Taco Bell, Sandwhiches, The Piper, History of Evil, grilled cheese, Le Dog, Rock Kanata

Fel & DJ introduce you to Pastor Sam Wright of Coomera Baptist Church. Plus much more!See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Neil Saavedra wraps the show on National Sandwich Day. He shares his thoughts on the greatest American sandwich and whether a hot dog is a sandwich or not. Neil shifts gears and talks about Thanksgiving inspired foods including Basking Robbins' Turkey Day Fix'ins Ice Cream, DiGiorno Thanksgiving Pizza, and Campbell Chunky Soup 1/ turkey and sweet potatoes. #IUBB

Jenny talks about dumb criminals on Jenny's Jailbirds, Dave's Dirt, & More!

What's trending Jars SANFL GF Call montage 12 Year Old rides scooter on roads Over react to the diagnosis Loz not happy with fancy sandwiches Thommo has become a father Words you love to say See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

This Week The Guys Talk About: The Comfort Of Crocs, Animal Behaviors For Free Things, And Soggy Sandwiches At Parties!!!

Mark Bongurio, the owner of P'sghettis Pasta and Sanwhiches are in the studio, bringing in some great food for Chris and Amy. Talking about some of the things on the menu. 

Merch + Stickers: https://www.pkanddkshop.comDiscord: https://discord.gg/VYhrfqKDY6• Welcome to WEDNESDAY!Today:• Extra Work Tony joins us IN STUDIO• Ike's Love and Sandwhiches might be the best we've ever had in Houston• PK accepts the 40 day weightloss challenge • We revisit a class PlayHouse clip - Duryan does a propel commercial• https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dLbGtQR6Tyw&t=72s • We listen to your Instant Voice Notes• Producer Elia's hot takes on “Fat Tuesday” celebrations • Duryan is NOT about that interest • “I need you to pee on my hand son!” - a real quote from Duryan's mom• Town Crier: Bad Florida drivers • Charlene joins the show for “Match two”• Home Depot increases pay, Meta is launching a pay-for-verification subscription and its National margarita day + more in today's top 3 things • Ricco in Billings, MT is this week's Founding Family member• Vanderbilt University apologizes for using ChatGPT to write mass-shooting email• We make it up to guess 55 for “What's That Noise”• Duryan has a to-go butter hack in today's final thought• Who is Tobais and Dwight?• + so much more!Home: www.PKandDK.com

[The Festival Project.™] {Enter The Multiverse} LEGENDS ASCENCION SCARY MONSTERS & SUPACREE THE iNSOMNIAC DEATHWISH SEASON 6 ACT III PART IV (An Anthology Compilation) It's life in grey; I'm not okay— Amen, Amen, Amen It's life in black; I'm just a hack I should go back Okay, then Amen Amen— A— It's life in blue; I still love you; I'm on my way, then Amen, Amen Amen— I hate men, But, you know what hate is? I loved so much that I changed it Changed it Change this: Your way of thinking, Today It's life in pink; You know what I think? It's always spring in LA, But I hate it I'm not okay, okay? I just might not make it TO U II [Working Title] END SCENE I, having run off from I, runs into a forest alongside The Endless River, which opens out into a beautiful meadow, the micolored cosmic sky twinkling sweetly above, strange auroras dancing in the skies; a field of glowing and stardusted singing wishflowers at her feet, she frustratingly falls into them, soft grass puffing with the twinkling sounds of fairy dust and sprites (a homage to the lion king) the wishflowers softly sing her to sleep with the subtle and sweet frequencies of Skrillex. (A homage to the wizard of Oz) From Above & Beyond, a flock of Cosmic Creatures in flight spot a golden glimmer from afar; they descend dimensions-- to get a closer look; Closing in on the universe within the confines of a massive structure, which propels itself seamlessly through galaxies faster than the speed of light and sound, though she appears as a large golden space station, slowly drifting through the atmosphere. Manned by yet unseen beings, the golden ship descends upon Skrillex, almost silentl— a swishing whir as the ship, more similar to a futuristic building, an ovaline rounded structure seemingly structured in brass, gold, and silver as it docks to the soft soil of planetary terrain. The landing is soft enough not to have awaken Ū, still sleeping; but an immense light pours from the openings of the ship, waking her--and blinding Sonny as he finally approaches from behind, having been searching for her. She is drawn into the light; he shields his eyes as the beings emerge from their massive station. Monologue/Montage I fell in love with you...it was an accident. I fell in love with you, because I had to; I hadn't thought about it before, but i've been thinking about it ever since. Had I succeeded in my attempted suicide, we wouldn't have come face-to-face… Had I succeeded in my attempted suicide, I'd have no reason to write something so pathetic as this, pititul letter, which you will probably never read. Probably, anyway. I've spent a majority of my lifetime very deeply troubled, yearning for all the attention one could ever crave--until suddenly, I no longer craved any at all. Solitude, rather than isolation, became sacred, and safe to me; It was in the solace and quiet of my very own world, that you entered my kingdom...and it became ‘ours'. Silence. Nature. Astrology. My greatest found pleasures, in a cavalcade of endless self-doubt, self-loathing...a tiresome collection of all the hatred I've harbored for myself in my twenty-something years. I fell in love with you...I didn't mean to. I didn't mean to do anything, except be. Another festival, another escapade...another chance to dance, in the sunlight--the moonlight, under stars… And under the stars, is where I was forced to find you. Now, it seems, can't escape your presence--or lack-thereof. Unrequited? Perhaps. But, not unprovoked. I love you because it is in me to do so. I will always love you, always. There is a world where you're in love with me, as I am you; All I can do now, is hope that this is that same very world, and that as days go by, we draw closer to one-another, rather than further apart. In truth, friendship, in the very least, would serve as a worthy reward...for all the worry, all the wonder, and all the willing I've done for you; in honesty...I'm ashamed in my inability to let go--yet also proud, that I am able to love this much, this hard. To see you with someone else, now, would be a gentle relief; to know that you are kept in love, with graciousness...a subtle gift, an answer to a prayer I asked. Loneliness, I wouldn't wish upon you for anything--love is, in fact, my whole wish for you--be it mine, or not. While I can wish that it will be mine, I've also wished for you, the very best--I would want not for my flaws to burden you. Flaws are what create our perfection; God is, as I am. Losing you, the flame of fear that set my heart and soul to fire; Cancerous, weakened, plagued--premonitions impolitely penetrated my fragile, eggshell mind… the death of a friend, fast-forwarded and reflected into my mind's-eye; How could I forget a face like yours--eyes like those? How could I not know you, as I have? Tears bearing your name roll over my nose, like the rain on a rose...the burden of belonging to one, rather than some; To all, rather than none. So now, I keep my favorite photo of you in my phone...a comfort, to the weary and wounded heart I carry. I can pretend that your sweet voice accompanies mine, as I sing to soothe myself, as I sway in solitude; A gentle kiss, I imagine to give, if ever the chance. I love you, without reason to--and with every reason to, I love you. Find me, again As the ship departs, charging to go into warp speed, Sonny is left alone on his own planet; as a slight panic falls over him, A key-like object falls from the ship as it dissappars at warp speed into a portal. As his hands clap together, catching the object, the sound rings outward--this clapping pages The Skrillex, which lands promptly beside him, exclaiming-- "I AM SKRILLEX"; he has never seen this ship before, however proceeds onto the ship as though familiar with extra terrestrial phenomena all together. We only see him enter the ship; we do not follow him inside, but instead cut to Ū on the Interdimensional SpaceTime Station. On God. I need you to fix the Everything. Everything; The Machine What's wrong with it? We don't know. So, how can I fix it without knowing what's wrong? The Everything, Sir. What's she doing? A Conscious Machine It seems to be malfunctioning. It's at capacity. The entire existence? All of humanity. This entire entity— What's she doing? It has evaporated. ...they just vanished. But nobody cared, or noticed. ...because they were homeless. More clothes. Shoes. Oh no. Where'd they go?! Socks, pants— Entire actual outfits— —as if the people inside them had just been/- —yes, as I said. Evaporated. Just—remove this. End the simulation. What is this? That's the secret. An entire planet— She completely refabricated— An entire duplication All of humanity's records have been encrypted; each era of existence I can taste the smell of my breath And the scent of my sweet sweat Is just getting the better of me The better of me There's no time left, And thete's nothing left to give but love, in loveless, My friend, you're dead But this is where I've always been This is where I've always been And, You've been dead a year, my friend But I've always been here I've always been here And, It's just getting clearer, Some may, and some may not remember Come May, then quickly comes December Let me rest until September Never have I ever, Never does this end, Ashes and Embers, Ever clear, And Ever withers In my head, I rest my memory here EXT. CENTRAL PARK. DAY An old woman takes her daily walk, carrying with her a paper bag— Oh, I love this movie. So does Disney, apparently. Forget it, Disney would never hire me. Why not? They hired him. That was before. What is “before”? SIR. Your Highness. The King is here! —which—King? “The” King, Your Majesty. In this realm? Yessir! Goddamit. What's wrong, sir? My good tie is dirty. Shall I phone the tailor. No— just— ??? Call the car. The car, sir? I'll go shopping myself. If you insist. MA. WHAT. WHERE'S THE SANDWHICHES? THE WHAT? THE SANDWHICHES, MA. Who the fuck are these people We'll get back to that later. [WORKING OUT FURIOUSLY] Hey. AAAAAAGGGGBHHHHH! [A heavyweight flies across the room.] (lol.) Uh. You okay? YEAH. Alright. AAAAAAAAAAGGHHGGGHHHHHHHH. [leaves quietly] (In the other room) Oh my God. I know. What happened. C'ESME'T!!!!!! Oh shit, The King is here. Ahem. Your highness. MOVE. ‘You'd best not have this in your possession.' The low, dark, and quite ominous voice said. The Amerhyst had done some strange things before now—it had hummed, vibrates, pulsated, and even rang; but now, on its own, without touching it all—it had begun to tumble, roll, and even OH SHIT. The Amerhyst began to levitate. OKAY, FUCK DILLON FRANCIS. WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON. THROW THAT THING, OUT THE WINDOW. Don't do that. OH MY GOD. WHAT IS WRO— RA. Oh God. Wait, where's Beyoncè in all of this. BEYONCÉ A war is coming. WAKANDA— NO, we're not doing “WAKANDA FOREVER” WAKANDA FOREVAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!! DAMN. This is lit. This is the craziest Coachella ever. HANZEL Zhats because it's not ‘Coachella' What. It's not? I bought the tickets… HANZEL —zhis is zBeychella. Ah, shit. What. This is about to get. LADY IN JERSEY SKRILLEX! Oh my God, I forgot about that bitch. I didn't. She comes to all my shows. Damn. That sucks. INT/EXT. A FIREY PLANE CRASH So, that thing about Shia was, that— YATZEE. I WIN. GODDAMMIT. I DONT EVEN KNOW HOW TO PLAY THIS GAME. Fuck you. MORE WHIPPETS, DRAKE. DRAKE (Still dusting) Huh. NO, NOT YOU. I found a new muse; That's no good for you— Why would I keep you around Why would I keep you around Why would I keep SUPACREE I WANT A REFUND ITUNES FOR WHAT. SUPACREE HONESTLy, NEVERMIND. ITUNES WHY? FLASHBACK: [at the gym: hears massive] OOOOOH. [buys entire album] YAS, I CANT WAIT TO— [first listen] Honestly, Nevermimd. Lol. Goddamit. Wow. SUPACREE TAKE IT BACK. ITUNES NO. SUPACREE WHAT! WHY?! ITUNES YOURE WELCOME. Uhhhhhhhh. Uhhhh. What's up with them. [Earlier] More whippets, plz. God damn, dude. Ok. I'm just livid *huffs whippet* I should be livin with Skrillex Or gettin lit at the mellinium with Eminem in denim Addendum: Adderall and aluminum, Whatever was in this fuckin melon, And a million men a minute, If you're into it You know what. What. Honestly, all I really wanted was my dick sucked. That's all anyone ever wants, really. What. //SLAP-DICKSUCK-SLAP// *complete and total bewilderment* Uh. What. You should not put Jimmy Fallon in this. —Jimmy Fallon put himself in this. JIMMY FALLON LOL. WATCH THIS. Uh. JIMMU FALLON (CONT'D) Hehehe. Uh. Please explain this. Maybe later. I gotta do some butt stuff. Ew! At the fucking gym! Don't be gross! INT. EQUINOX SPORTS CLUB, NEW YORK SKRILLEX. Wtf time of day is “Skrillex”? What planet is this?! This is Skrillex. “The Endless Night” What time does the sun come up? Which Sun? Beg your pardon! Please, don't beg. How many suns does this planet have?! We have six. Well, when does the first one come up? Eventually. “Eventually.” Hey, uh, Timmy? Yeah? What happened to Jesus? He was just over there. How long's it been? Idk. Like ten minutes. Alright— She works 6-10 Ok Then 10-6 Jesus Christ. Here, take this. Jee, thanks, I guess. Don't thank me yet. Hey, look. It'sa— Fuxk it. ^^^its a bell. CANE. What, Abel? Fuxk, I hate this story. Merry Christmas! Fuxk this shit. What time do you guys open? We haven't closed yet… m.m Well what time do you guys close? Never. This is hopeless. Do you really think it's going to work. It has to. What if it doesn't. Fuxk it, we're all rich. Not me. My parents took all my money and spent it. Hush, Gary Coleman— God rest his soul! The dead NEVER REST At least, not yet Wanna bet? Eat shit, Ariana! That's MADAME GRANDE! No it isn't. You're right, it's princess! …I had ramen noodles for breakfast. —most of us are rich. Are you sure she won't remember you? Don't worry. She won't remember any of the black characters. No one does. I got this. Ni-no-Nick-Nick-n-nick-nick-nick NICKELODEON. Hey there. Uh. Face here! Why wasn't this creepy when I was 5? Idk. It's creepy as fuxk, now, though. *whawhawhawha* And, Jimmy Fallon has a galaxy, expanded from an unplanned catastrophe, you see—another cosmic cataclysmic explosion of light, color and frequency created by the pressure that comes from being nothing, and something within you telling you something's something—but nothing's nothing —and it's interrupting the peace—or rather—lack there-of-cause there's nothin' greater you're aware of, in fact—you're not there— you're nothing and Nothing — Hey— —nothing— —what's what? What? Seems like something. What's ‘something' ? something's something— nah, can't be, because everything is nothing; “ Well, then, what's “because—?” Because is because…? Because, what? What's what? What's what— what? WHAT WHAT WHAT?! >>>Well, at least they play South Park Now

[The Festival Project.™] {Enter The Multiverse} LEGENDS ASCENCION SCARY MONSTERS & SUPACREE THE iNSOMNIAC DEATHWISH SEASON 6 ACT III PART V Suicide letters? I like, write those for a living. Right, cause you're not. I'm not. Ah. Must be awesome in the world of careless thought— In the world of “I can do what I want” cause I have everything I need and all the right parts— And that's the reason he has everything he needs, is the right parts—the right amount of white, a right start. CHAK CHEL is crazy, She says I'm a crack baby And wants to take me back to hell where she made me and my soul mate playing some game with Satan (who she hates; he buried me then married me and then—) NOTHING. —well, not in that order, It's… All out of order, apparently (like all of LA during fake quarantine) OF COURSE IT WAS FAKE. I already told you that. Yeah. The moment you said it, the only people who might have— Oh shit— can dragons die of starvation? Not if that dragon is Hatian—remain patient (Please, remain patients) —Americans are evil, not all inherently—but let me explain this shit. How? Ah, yes— the other half— HOW. (hello, but stereotypically Native American) THE NICKELODEON CULT HOW NOW, BROWN COW WTF— Not that again WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUUCK— Not that again!!!! Do you wanna—- Oh, no—not the dragon— Aaaaaahhhh—- Ahhhh yeah—- What's for Skrillunch? Skrillasagha—- —all that too, give you something to go back to— Careful, don't get stuck in a loop; Good Segway to that, Ohh— It'll give you something to look back on and laugh to just in case he reads it all and laughs and says Raven SYMONE—- mmmmm—nooo, go back. BACK?! Raven—you're only supposed to have like, 3 lines, this shit's budget, and we're running out of time, and time is probably the most expensive thing I can find—yeah—I'm sure of it—or I'm sure—or at least, I'm sure for the 3rd time. Find what 3s actually do, and you'll be fine. BITCH IF YOU REMEMBER WRITING THE RULES— [oh shit. The reality hits, you may never finish this shit TOLD YOU, there is no “in” to it!!!! (There's no end to it) Infinity crashes into negstivities; plans to wreak havoc on my back track this backmasked—-wait—- FUCK— What was I even about to— FUCK! Somebody shut that dragon up before I banish it to—-what the fuck was it called again? “Earth.” Why would you call it that? What kind of magic is THAT. Fat girl magic. Oh, I know this one— Drake talked about this one. He talks a lot about magic. ILLUMINATI CONFIRMED. (Sh—don't spoil it.) —Especially black girl magic—- Or maybe just “girl” magic. Don't touch that. JUSTIN ROILAND That's what she said. JUSTIM, YOU'RE FIRES. SKRILLEXES FIARRRRRRRRRRRR. Don't touch that. SUPACREE That's...what she said. DUDES HAHAHAHAHA She's so c00l. I love her. Hey— Uh-uh Mm— No— Noooope— Don't touch that with a ten foot pole. THATS. What. SHE. SAID. I T OL s—- poph What happened. It's— Omnipotence means— That you saw yourself running up, Prevented what you thought might be coming—but it's not—cause you caught it—and sent it to Nothing— Oh shit— “just Jimmy” >>>in the future Wow. Jimmy Fallon. Many hats, that one. Every time I get down to my last dollar? I think about Jimmy Fallon— Maybe it's just a safety device against suicide, Eventually, I'll laugh or write something I'll probably like, or find funny in some way. When I'm trying to figure out why and how I even started writing about Jimmy Fallon, So I search “Jimmy Fallon” in my Google docs And if I haven't at least chuckled yet— I might, at that point, At least. I'm functioning at low capacity, I haven't eaten When I sleep, I hardly dream Or remember where I've been in Astral projections; This circle of protection, A perfection of reflected projections Of the vision, Created in our image; Imagine, Making television— I had to write a film about it Now I just remembered, I have albums, the advantage I want him, but can't have him Above average handsome man// All I am is an obsessive fan without a family Have a plan, But nothing left to stand for I'm just buried in the sand, And asking if the seagull might just hold my hand Damn I'm so damaged Damn A dine and dash sounds nice, I can't— I'm showing tracks I feel like trash, But haven't half the magic left I had inside my hands Damn After all that I just feel fat Maybe a can of candelini beans, In place of meat Maybe a salad in a bag Can I afford that? Yeah, but then it's back to Jimmy Fallon Damn Damn My karma came back fast I left the man with Jimmy Fallon, I'm not worth ⅓ the bag of Pretzels that I smashed Inside the can of rancheros, That fell out as I ran A random act Of patriotism, Dressed up in a sinful Leather dress, And a dad hat The House Nigga caught me red handed: I told him I was hungry, then just left it [red light camera] Man. I just saw the flash Ask Uncle Sam if I can have my land back But I'd have to move my mask, And haven't been vaccinated; So I can't… Pass, Beyond the border of internationals At that, I text my fake ass friends a snap Of half of someone's head, He's sitting in first class, And can probably afford to check a bag, But all I have is my backpack And I'm certain under a black mask Is the man who backmasked tracks, And blasted from the past With ashes grey to match His privileged rich pajama, with the slacks He bounces back, And asks a fan to “Gimmie your hat” And just like magic, she passes it. Wait, I'm actually passing, yeah? Who's actual class is this? Pasqualle's a proud headmaster, And a Bampheramph, The Captain dances in his honor I put on my cap and gown, But can't go on, and can't believe I'm being honored Valedictorian Kandi Accomplished PLUR Police and Motherfucker OG Raver Graduate, I'm still glowing up from all the love I got when coming up from under, Or something; I had to lose my temper Followed one, and then another, And I wonder what was up When it was over I'm just a lover; But I never found The One, Now I'm not gonna I'm too busy seeking out producers, to compete with Got computer, complete with Ableton Don't mind me, I'm just writing all this out instead of sorting through the Dillon and the Sonny or the anyone I've ever loved just listening And listening And singing, writing, dancing; I was born inside the box, And I still haven't started living Change my name to Sunnï, Daisy, Raiin, I go insane in pain Just sorting me through all these possibilities inside my brain Yes, I guess I've changed LA made me everything I hate about myself And so I'm changing I don't want anything I need Just take this apathy and envy, gluttony and greed, I guess I'll serve the PLUR Police, Until I find the peace the city needs So I can sleep in it— — I can finish writing my goodbye to everyone I love; Including me— I can't be S U P A C R E E, She's just a vigilante alien, a superpowered something Who should be mixing, But she's busy writing this. Actually… What is it? It's...A Saga. A Saga of What. Just—a saga. Oh, My God. No, I'm not— This is a lot. Look I promised. Promised what. This fucking Saga. Saga for What?! Everybody else is drunk and on drugs; I'm keeping the records of history that's lost! [meanwhile, lost in the sauce] LLLAAAALLAAKANSJSKahajajaaqwqwwewwAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!! Oh. I see. It's a lot. Ah. Carry on. EŌS There will be Hell to pay!!!! Hell?! To pay?! Hah, yeah, right— You expect Satan to pay, dad—? He doesn't have any money—he just keeps making shit up and then making people give it to him for nothing. ...for..: “ nothing…?” Yeah, literally nothing. The people that worship him go there instead of here or Hell when they die. Mm. That's terrible. Yeah, and then when he gets it he keeps spending m it on useless shit. He is a useless shit. He's nothing. I have to save my kid. It is terrible. Raven Simone— ((Incase raven summons-/ Ahem/- Raven Symons ((AHEM RAVEN SYMONE)) RAVEN SYMONÉ What. Where is my cloak. ALRIGHT—WHERE IS HE? He—who? JIMMY. Which Jimmy—dead Jimmy or live Jimmy? Like, Jimmy Fally— Jimmy *Fallon? Jimmy Fallon: Live, Jimmy—or whatever— Is this why—- shhhhh shhhh—- they poured the pennies on ‘em. Ah yeah, the last dollar. Fuck. Westwood trees have good memories… ALIOCHA You must listen to avicii. SUPACREE …nah. What?? She can see dead people?! Maybe—-maybe she can see Ricky!!!! I knew he was dead. Holy shit, that dude has a really big. HERO! Yes, Your Majesty. HERO of ASCENCIA: THE MESSENGER OF THE GODS AND ASCENDED MASTERS omg. Is that Kaskade? Woah. WhT imminati headquarterz is this??? This is the Mormon Temple. Oh. Nice. INT. The 90's ISH. WESTWOOX, CALIFORNIA. NIGHT Pasqualle, please— Come on, Ricky—can you tell me where we're going with these Daisies strapped to our knees????? —- There's that Doompy Poomp again! I don't know what it's doing (Skrillex) ...He just does whatever he wants…

[The Festival Project.™] {Enter The Multiverse} LEGENDS ASCENCION SCARY MONSTERS & SUPACREE THE iNSOMNIAC DEATHWISH SEASON 6 ACT III PART IV (An Anthology Compilation) It's life in grey; I'm not okay— Amen, Amen, Amen It's life in black; I'm just a hack I should go back Okay, then Amen Amen— A— It's life in blue; I still love you; I'm on my way, then Amen, Amen Amen— I hate men, But, you know what hate is? I loved so much that I changed it Changed it Change this: Your way of thinking, Today It's life in pink; You know what I think? It's always spring in LA, But I hate it I'm not okay, okay? I just might not make it TO U II [Working Title] END SCENE I, having run off from I, runs into a forest alongside The Endless River, which opens out into a beautiful meadow, the micolored cosmic sky twinkling sweetly above, strange auroras dancing in the skies; a field of glowing and stardusted singing wishflowers at her feet, she frustratingly falls into them, soft grass puffing with the twinkling sounds of fairy dust and sprites (a homage to the lion king) the wishflowers softly sing her to sleep with the subtle and sweet frequencies of Skrillex. (A homage to the wizard of Oz) From Above & Beyond, a flock of Cosmic Creatures in flight spot a golden glimmer from afar; they descend dimensions-- to get a closer look; Closing in on the universe within the confines of a massive structure, which propels itself seamlessly through galaxies faster than the speed of light and sound, though she appears as a large golden space station, slowly drifting through the atmosphere. Manned by yet unseen beings, the golden ship descends upon Skrillex, almost silentl— a swishing whir as the ship, more similar to a futuristic building, an ovaline rounded structure seemingly structured in brass, gold, and silver as it docks to the soft soil of planetary terrain. The landing is soft enough not to have awaken Ū, still sleeping; but an immense light pours from the openings of the ship, waking her--and blinding Sonny as he finally approaches from behind, having been searching for her. She is drawn into the light; he shields his eyes as the beings emerge from their massive station. Monologue/Montage I fell in love with you...it was an accident. I fell in love with you, because I had to; I hadn't thought about it before, but i've been thinking about it ever since. Had I succeeded in my attempted suicide, we wouldn't have come face-to-face… Had I succeeded in my attempted suicide, I'd have no reason to write something so pathetic as this, pititul letter, which you will probably never read. Probably, anyway. I've spent a majority of my lifetime very deeply troubled, yearning for all the attention one could ever crave--until suddenly, I no longer craved any at all. Solitude, rather than isolation, became sacred, and safe to me; It was in the solace and quiet of my very own world, that you entered my kingdom...and it became ‘ours'. Silence. Nature. Astrology. My greatest found pleasures, in a cavalcade of endless self-doubt, self-loathing...a tiresome collection of all the hatred I've harbored for myself in my twenty-something years. I fell in love with you...I didn't mean to. I didn't mean to do anything, except be. Another festival, another escapade...another chance to dance, in the sunlight--the moonlight, under stars… And under the stars, is where I was forced to find you. Now, it seems, can't escape your presence--or lack-thereof. Unrequited? Perhaps. But, not unprovoked. I love you because it is in me to do so. I will always love you, always. There is a world where you're in love with me, as I am you; All I can do now, is hope that this is that same very world, and that as days go by, we draw closer to one-another, rather than further apart. In truth, friendship, in the very least, would serve as a worthy reward...for all the worry, all the wonder, and all the willing I've done for you; in honesty...I'm ashamed in my inability to let go--yet also proud, that I am able to love this much, this hard. To see you with someone else, now, would be a gentle relief; to know that you are kept in love, with graciousness...a subtle gift, an answer to a prayer I asked. Loneliness, I wouldn't wish upon you for anything--love is, in fact, my whole wish for you--be it mine, or not. While I can wish that it will be mine, I've also wished for you, the very best--I would want not for my flaws to burden you. Flaws are what create our perfection; God is, as I am. Losing you, the flame of fear that set my heart and soul to fire; Cancerous, weakened, plagued--premonitions impolitely penetrated my fragile, eggshell mind… the death of a friend, fast-forwarded and reflected into my mind's-eye; How could I forget a face like yours--eyes like those? How could I not know you, as I have? Tears bearing your name roll over my nose, like the rain on a rose...the burden of belonging to one, rather than some; To all, rather than none. So now, I keep my favorite photo of you in my phone...a comfort, to the weary and wounded heart I carry. I can pretend that your sweet voice accompanies mine, as I sing to soothe myself, as I sway in solitude; A gentle kiss, I imagine to give, if ever the chance. I love you, without reason to--and with every reason to, I love you. Find me, again As the ship departs, charging to go into warp speed, Sonny is left alone on his own planet; as a slight panic falls over him, A key-like object falls from the ship as it dissappars at warp speed into a portal. As his hands clap together, catching the object, the sound rings outward--this clapping pages The Skrillex, which lands promptly beside him, exclaiming-- "I AM SKRILLEX"; he has never seen this ship before, however proceeds onto the ship as though familiar with extra terrestrial phenomena all together. We only see him enter the ship; we do not follow him inside, but instead cut to Ū on the Interdimensional SpaceTime Station. On God. I need you to fix the Everything. Everything; The Machine What's wrong with it? We don't know. So, how can I fix it without knowing what's wrong? The Everything, Sir. What's she doing? A Conscious Machine It seems to be malfunctioning. It's at capacity. The entire existence? All of humanity. This entire entity— What's she doing? It has evaporated. ...they just vanished. But nobody cared, or noticed. ...because they were homeless. More clothes. Shoes. Oh no. Where'd they go?! Socks, pants— Entire actual outfits— —as if the people inside them had just been/- —yes, as I said. Evaporated. Just—remove this. End the simulation. What is this? That's the secret. An entire planet— She completely refabricated— An entire duplication All of humanity's records have been encrypted; each era of existence I can taste the smell of my breath And the scent of my sweet sweat Is just getting the better of me The better of me There's no time left, And thete's nothing left to give but love, in loveless, My friend, you're dead But this is where I've always been This is where I've always been And, You've been dead a year, my friend But I've always been here I've always been here And, It's just getting clearer, Some may, and some may not remember Come May, then quickly comes December Let me rest until September Never have I ever, Never does this end, Ashes and Embers, Ever clear, And Ever withers In my head, I rest my memory here EXT. CENTRAL PARK. DAY An old woman takes her daily walk, carrying with her a paper bag— Oh, I love this movie. So does Disney, apparently. Forget it, Disney would never hire me. Why not? They hired him. That was before. What is “before”? SIR. Your Highness. The King is here! —which—King? “The” King, Your Majesty. In this realm? Yessir! Goddamit. What's wrong, sir? My good tie is dirty. Shall I phone the tailor. No— just— ??? Call the car. The car, sir? I'll go shopping myself. If you insist. MA. WHAT. WHERE'S THE SANDWHICHES? THE WHAT? THE SANDWHICHES, MA. Who the fuck are these people We'll get back to that later. [WORKING OUT FURIOUSLY] Hey. AAAAAAGGGGBHHHHH! [A heavyweight flies across the room.] (lol.) Uh. You okay? YEAH. Alright. AAAAAAAAAAGGHHGGGHHHHHHHH. [leaves quietly] (In the other room) Oh my God. I know. What happened. C'ESME'T!!!!!! Oh shit, The King is here. Ahem. Your highness. MOVE. ‘You'd best not have this in your possession.' The low, dark, and quite ominous voice said. The Amerhyst had done some strange things before now—it had hummed, vibrates, pulsated, and even rang; but now, on its own, without touching it all—it had begun to tumble, roll, and even OH SHIT. The Amerhyst began to levitate. OKAY, FUCK DILLON FRANCIS. WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON. THROW THAT THING, OUT THE WINDOW. Don't do that. OH MY GOD. WHAT IS WRO— RA. Oh God. Wait, where's Beyoncè in all of this. BEYONCÉ A war is coming. WAKANDA— NO, we're not doing “WAKANDA FOREVER” WAKANDA FOREVAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!! DAMN. This is lit. This is the craziest Coachella ever. HANZEL Zhats because it's not ‘Coachella' What. It's not? I bought the tickets… HANZEL —zhis is zBeychella. Ah, shit. What. This is about to get. LADY IN JERSEY SKRILLEX! Oh my God, I forgot about that bitch. I didn't. She comes to all my shows. Damn. That sucks. INT/EXT. A FIREY PLANE CRASH So, that thing about Shia was, that— YATZEE. I WIN. GODDAMMIT. I DONT EVEN KNOW HOW TO PLAY THIS GAME. Fuck you. MORE WHIPPETS, DRAKE. DRAKE (Still dusting) Huh. NO, NOT YOU. I found a new muse; That's no good for you— Why would I keep you around Why would I keep you around Why would I keep SUPACREE I WANT A REFUND ITUNES FOR WHAT. SUPACREE HONESTLy, NEVERMIND. ITUNES WHY? FLASHBACK: [at the gym: hears massive] OOOOOH. [buys entire album] YAS, I CANT WAIT TO— [first listen] Honestly, Nevermimd. Lol. Goddamit. Wow. SUPACREE TAKE IT BACK. ITUNES NO. SUPACREE WHAT! WHY?! ITUNES YOURE WELCOME. Uhhhhhhhh. Uhhhh. What's up with them. [Earlier] More whippets, plz. God damn, dude. Ok. I'm just livid *huffs whippet* I should be livin with Skrillex Or gettin lit at the mellinium with Eminem in denim Addendum: Adderall and aluminum, Whatever was in this fuckin melon, And a million men a minute, If you're into it You know what. What. Honestly, all I really wanted was my dick sucked. That's all anyone ever wants, really. What. //SLAP-DICKSUCK-SLAP// *complete and total bewilderment* Uh. What. You should not put Jimmy Fallon in this. —Jimmy Fallon put himself in this. JIMMY FALLON LOL. WATCH THIS. Uh. JIMMU FALLON (CONT'D) Hehehe. Uh. Please explain this. Maybe later. I gotta do some butt stuff. Ew! At the fucking gym! Don't be gross! INT. EQUINOX SPORTS CLUB, NEW YORK SKRILLEX. Wtf time of day is “Skrillex”? What planet is this?! This is Skrillex. “The Endless Night” What time does the sun come up? Which Sun? Beg your pardon! Please, don't beg. How many suns does this planet have?! We have six. Well, when does the first one come up? Eventually. “Eventually.” Hey, uh, Timmy? Yeah? What happened to Jesus? He was just over there. How long's it been? Idk. Like ten minutes. Alright— She works 6-10 Ok Then 10-6 Jesus Christ. Here, take this. Jee, thanks, I guess. Don't thank me yet. Hey, look. It'sa— Fuxk it. ^^^its a bell. CANE. What, Abel? Fuxk, I hate this story. Merry Christmas! Fuxk this shit. What time do you guys open? We haven't closed yet… m.m Well what time do you guys close? Never. This is hopeless. Do you really think it's going to work. It has to. What if it doesn't. Fuxk it, we're all rich. Not me. My parents took all my money and spent it. Hush, Gary Coleman— God rest his soul! The dead NEVER REST At least, not yet Wanna bet? Eat shit, Ariana! That's MADAME GRANDE! No it isn't. You're right, it's princess! …I had ramen noodles for breakfast. —most of us are rich. Are you sure she won't remember you? Don't worry. She won't remember any of the black characters. No one does. I got this. Ni-no-Nick-Nick-n-nick-nick-nick NICKELODEON. Hey there. Uh. Face here! Why wasn't this creepy when I was 5? Idk. It's creepy as fuxk, now, though. *whawhawhawha* And, Jimmy Fallon has a galaxy, expanded from an unplanned catastrophe, you see—another cosmic cataclysmic explosion of light, color and frequency created by the pressure that comes from being nothing, and something within you telling you something's something—but nothing's nothing —and it's interrupting the peace—or rather—lack there-of-cause there's nothin' greater you're aware of, in fact—you're not there— you're nothing and Nothing — Hey— —nothing— —what's what? What? Seems like something. What's ‘something' ? something's something— nah, can't be, because everything is nothing; “ Well, then, what's “because—?” Because is because…? Because, what? What's what? What's what— what? WHAT WHAT WHAT?! >>>Well, at least they play South Park Now

[The Festival Project.™] {Enter The Multiverse} LEGENDS ASCENCION SCARY MONSTERS & SUPACREE THE iNSOMNIAC DEATHWISH SEASON 6 ACT III PART IV (An Anthology Compilation) It's life in grey; I'm not okay— Amen, Amen, Amen It's life in black; I'm just a hack I should go back Okay, then Amen Amen— A— It's life in blue; I still love you; I'm on my way, then Amen, Amen Amen— I hate men, But, you know what hate is? I loved so much that I changed it Changed it Change this: Your way of thinking, Today It's life in pink; You know what I think? It's always spring in LA, But I hate it I'm not okay, okay? I just might not make it TO U II [Working Title] END SCENE I, having run off from I, runs into a forest alongside The Endless River, which opens out into a beautiful meadow, the micolored cosmic sky twinkling sweetly above, strange auroras dancing in the skies; a field of glowing and stardusted singing wishflowers at her feet, she frustratingly falls into them, soft grass puffing with the twinkling sounds of fairy dust and sprites (a homage to the lion king) the wishflowers softly sing her to sleep with the subtle and sweet frequencies of Skrillex. (A homage to the wizard of Oz) From Above & Beyond, a flock of Cosmic Creatures in flight spot a golden glimmer from afar; they descend dimensions-- to get a closer look; Closing in on the universe within the confines of a massive structure, which propels itself seamlessly through galaxies faster than the speed of light and sound, though she appears as a large golden space station, slowly drifting through the atmosphere. Manned by yet unseen beings, the golden ship descends upon Skrillex, almost silentl— a swishing whir as the ship, more similar to a futuristic building, an ovaline rounded structure seemingly structured in brass, gold, and silver as it docks to the soft soil of planetary terrain. The landing is soft enough not to have awaken Ū, still sleeping; but an immense light pours from the openings of the ship, waking her--and blinding Sonny as he finally approaches from behind, having been searching for her. She is drawn into the light; he shields his eyes as the beings emerge from their massive station. Monologue/Montage I fell in love with you...it was an accident. I fell in love with you, because I had to; I hadn't thought about it before, but i've been thinking about it ever since. Had I succeeded in my attempted suicide, we wouldn't have come face-to-face… Had I succeeded in my attempted suicide, I'd have no reason to write something so pathetic as this, pititul letter, which you will probably never read. Probably, anyway. I've spent a majority of my lifetime very deeply troubled, yearning for all the attention one could ever crave--until suddenly, I no longer craved any at all. Solitude, rather than isolation, became sacred, and safe to me; It was in the solace and quiet of my very own world, that you entered my kingdom...and it became ‘ours'. Silence. Nature. Astrology. My greatest found pleasures, in a cavalcade of endless self-doubt, self-loathing...a tiresome collection of all the hatred I've harbored for myself in my twenty-something years. I fell in love with you...I didn't mean to. I didn't mean to do anything, except be. Another festival, another escapade...another chance to dance, in the sunlight--the moonlight, under stars… And under the stars, is where I was forced to find you. Now, it seems, can't escape your presence--or lack-thereof. Unrequited? Perhaps. But, not unprovoked. I love you because it is in me to do so. I will always love you, always. There is a world where you're in love with me, as I am you; All I can do now, is hope that this is that same very world, and that as days go by, we draw closer to one-another, rather than further apart. In truth, friendship, in the very least, would serve as a worthy reward...for all the worry, all the wonder, and all the willing I've done for you; in honesty...I'm ashamed in my inability to let go--yet also proud, that I am able to love this much, this hard. To see you with someone else, now, would be a gentle relief; to know that you are kept in love, with graciousness...a subtle gift, an answer to a prayer I asked. Loneliness, I wouldn't wish upon you for anything--love is, in fact, my whole wish for you--be it mine, or not. While I can wish that it will be mine, I've also wished for you, the very best--I would want not for my flaws to burden you. Flaws are what create our perfection; God is, as I am. Losing you, the flame of fear that set my heart and soul to fire; Cancerous, weakened, plagued--premonitions impolitely penetrated my fragile, eggshell mind… the death of a friend, fast-forwarded and reflected into my mind's-eye; How could I forget a face like yours--eyes like those? How could I not know you, as I have? Tears bearing your name roll over my nose, like the rain on a rose...the burden of belonging to one, rather than some; To all, rather than none. So now, I keep my favorite photo of you in my phone...a comfort, to the weary and wounded heart I carry. I can pretend that your sweet voice accompanies mine, as I sing to soothe myself, as I sway in solitude; A gentle kiss, I imagine to give, if ever the chance. I love you, without reason to--and with every reason to, I love you. Find me, again As the ship departs, charging to go into warp speed, Sonny is left alone on his own planet; as a slight panic falls over him, A key-like object falls from the ship as it dissappars at warp speed into a portal. As his hands clap together, catching the object, the sound rings outward--this clapping pages The Skrillex, which lands promptly beside him, exclaiming-- "I AM SKRILLEX"; he has never seen this ship before, however proceeds onto the ship as though familiar with extra terrestrial phenomena all together. We only see him enter the ship; we do not follow him inside, but instead cut to Ū on the Interdimensional SpaceTime Station. On God. I need you to fix the Everything. Everything; The Machine What's wrong with it? We don't know. So, how can I fix it without knowing what's wrong? The Everything, Sir. What's she doing? A Conscious Machine It seems to be malfunctioning. It's at capacity. The entire existence? All of humanity. This entire entity— What's she doing? It has evaporated. ...they just vanished. But nobody cared, or noticed. ...because they were homeless. More clothes. Shoes. Oh no. Where'd they go?! Socks, pants— Entire actual outfits— —as if the people inside them had just been/- —yes, as I said. Evaporated. Just—remove this. End the simulation. What is this? That's the secret. An entire planet— She completely refabricated— An entire duplication All of humanity's records have been encrypted; each era of existence I can taste the smell of my breath And the scent of my sweet sweat Is just getting the better of me The better of me There's no time left, And thete's nothing left to give but love, in loveless, My friend, you're dead But this is where I've always been This is where I've always been And, You've been dead a year, my friend But I've always been here I've always been here And, It's just getting clearer, Some may, and some may not remember Come May, then quickly comes December Let me rest until September Never have I ever, Never does this end, Ashes and Embers, Ever clear, And Ever withers In my head, I rest my memory here EXT. CENTRAL PARK. DAY An old woman takes her daily walk, carrying with her a paper bag— Oh, I love this movie. So does Disney, apparently. Forget it, Disney would never hire me. Why not? They hired him. That was before. What is “before”? SIR. Your Highness. The King is here! —which—King? “The” King, Your Majesty. In this realm? Yessir! Goddamit. What's wrong, sir? My good tie is dirty. Shall I phone the tailor. No— just— ??? Call the car. The car, sir? I'll go shopping myself. If you insist. MA. WHAT. WHERE'S THE SANDWHICHES? THE WHAT? THE SANDWHICHES, MA. Who the fuck are these people We'll get back to that later. [WORKING OUT FURIOUSLY] Hey. AAAAAAGGGGBHHHHH! [A heavyweight flies across the room.] (lol.) Uh. You okay? YEAH. Alright. AAAAAAAAAAGGHHGGGHHHHHHHH. [leaves quietly] (In the other room) Oh my God. I know. What happened. C'ESME'T!!!!!! Oh shit, The King is here. Ahem. Your highness. MOVE. ‘You'd best not have this in your possession.' The low, dark, and quite ominous voice said. The Amerhyst had done some strange things before now—it had hummed, vibrates, pulsated, and even rang; but now, on its own, without touching it all—it had begun to tumble, roll, and even OH SHIT. The Amerhyst began to levitate. OKAY, FUCK DILLON FRANCIS. WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON. THROW THAT THING, OUT THE WINDOW. Don't do that. OH MY GOD. WHAT IS WRO— RA. Oh God. Wait, where's Beyoncè in all of this. BEYONCÉ A war is coming. WAKANDA— NO, we're not doing “WAKANDA FOREVER” WAKANDA FOREVAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!! DAMN. This is lit. This is the craziest Coachella ever. HANZEL Zhats because it's not ‘Coachella' What. It's not? I bought the tickets… HANZEL —zhis is zBeychella. Ah, shit. What. This is about to get. LADY IN JERSEY SKRILLEX! Oh my God, I forgot about that bitch. I didn't. She comes to all my shows. Damn. That sucks. INT/EXT. A FIREY PLANE CRASH So, that thing about Shia was, that— YATZEE. I WIN. GODDAMMIT. I DONT EVEN KNOW HOW TO PLAY THIS GAME. Fuck you. MORE WHIPPETS, DRAKE. DRAKE (Still dusting) Huh. NO, NOT YOU. I found a new muse; That's no good for you— Why would I keep you around Why would I keep you around Why would I keep SUPACREE I WANT A REFUND ITUNES FOR WHAT. SUPACREE HONESTLy, NEVERMIND. ITUNES WHY? FLASHBACK: [at the gym: hears massive] OOOOOH. [buys entire album] YAS, I CANT WAIT TO— [first listen] Honestly, Nevermimd. Lol. Goddamit. Wow. SUPACREE TAKE IT BACK. ITUNES NO. SUPACREE WHAT! WHY?! ITUNES YOURE WELCOME. Uhhhhhhhh. Uhhhh. What's up with them. [Earlier] More whippets, plz. God damn, dude. Ok. I'm just livid *huffs whippet* I should be livin with Skrillex Or gettin lit at the mellinium with Eminem in denim Addendum: Adderall and aluminum, Whatever was in this fuckin melon, And a million men a minute, If you're into it You know what. What. Honestly, all I really wanted was my dick sucked. That's all anyone ever wants, really. What. //SLAP-DICKSUCK-SLAP// *complete and total bewilderment* Uh. What. You should not put Jimmy Fallon in this. —Jimmy Fallon put himself in this. JIMMY FALLON LOL. WATCH THIS. Uh. JIMMU FALLON (CONT'D) Hehehe. Uh. Please explain this. Maybe later. I gotta do some butt stuff. Ew! At the fucking gym! Don't be gross! INT. EQUINOX SPORTS CLUB, NEW YORK SKRILLEX. Wtf time of day is “Skrillex”? What planet is this?! This is Skrillex. “The Endless Night” What time does the sun come up? Which Sun? Beg your pardon! Please, don't beg. How many suns does this planet have?! We have six. Well, when does the first one come up? Eventually. “Eventually.” Hey, uh, Timmy? Yeah? What happened to Jesus? He was just over there. How long's it been? Idk. Like ten minutes. Alright— She works 6-10 Ok Then 10-6 Jesus Christ. Here, take this. Jee, thanks, I guess. Don't thank me yet. Hey, look. It'sa— Fuxk it. ^^^its a bell. CANE. What, Abel? Fuxk, I hate this story. Merry Christmas! Fuxk this shit. What time do you guys open? We haven't closed yet… m.m Well what time do you guys close? Never. This is hopeless. Do you really think it's going to work. It has to. What if it doesn't. Fuxk it, we're all rich. Not me. My parents took all my money and spent it. Hush, Gary Coleman— God rest his soul! The dead NEVER REST At least, not yet Wanna bet? Eat shit, Ariana! That's MADAME GRANDE! No it isn't. You're right, it's princess! …I had ramen noodles for breakfast. —most of us are rich. Are you sure she won't remember you? Don't worry. She won't remember any of the black characters. No one does. I got this. Ni-no-Nick-Nick-n-nick-nick-nick NICKELODEON. Hey there. Uh. Face here! Why wasn't this creepy when I was 5? Idk. It's creepy as fuxk, now, though. *whawhawhawha* And, Jimmy Fallon has a galaxy, expanded from an unplanned catastrophe, you see—another cosmic cataclysmic explosion of light, color and frequency created by the pressure that comes from being nothing, and something within you telling you something's something—but nothing's nothing —and it's interrupting the peace—or rather—lack there-of-cause there's nothin' greater you're aware of, in fact—you're not there— you're nothing and Nothing — Hey— —nothing— —what's what? What? Seems like something. What's ‘something' ? something's something— nah, can't be, because everything is nothing; “ Well, then, what's “because—?” Because is because…? Because, what? What's what? What's what— what? WHAT WHAT WHAT?! >>>Well, at least they play South Park Now

[The Festival Project.™] {Enter The Multiverse} LEGENDS ASCENCION SCARY MONSTERS & SUPACREE THE iNSOMNIAC DEATHWISH SEASON 6 ACT III PART V Suicide letters? I like, write those for a living. Right, cause you're not. I'm not. Ah. Must be awesome in the world of careless thought— In the world of “I can do what I want” cause I have everything I need and all the right parts— And that's the reason he has everything he needs, is the right parts—the right amount of white, a right start. CHAK CHEL is crazy, She says I'm a crack baby And wants to take me back to hell where she made me and my soul mate playing some game with Satan (who she hates; he buried me then married me and then—) NOTHING. —well, not in that order, It's… All out of order, apparently (like all of LA during fake quarantine) OF COURSE IT WAS FAKE. I already told you that. Yeah. The moment you said it, the only people who might have— Oh shit— can dragons die of starvation? Not if that dragon is Hatian—remain patient (Please, remain patients) —Americans are evil, not all inherently—but let me explain this shit. How? Ah, yes— the other half— HOW. (hello, but stereotypically Native American) THE NICKELODEON CULT HOW NOW, BROWN COW WTF— Not that again WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUUCK— Not that again!!!! Do you wanna—- Oh, no—not the dragon— Aaaaaahhhh—- Ahhhh yeah—- What's for Skrillunch? Skrillasagha—- —all that too, give you something to go back to— Careful, don't get stuck in a loop; Good Segway to that, Ohh— It'll give you something to look back on and laugh to just in case he reads it all and laughs and says Raven SYMONE—- mmmmm—nooo, go back. BACK?! Raven—you're only supposed to have like, 3 lines, this shit's budget, and we're running out of time, and time is probably the most expensive thing I can find—yeah—I'm sure of it—or I'm sure—or at least, I'm sure for the 3rd time. Find what 3s actually do, and you'll be fine. BITCH IF YOU REMEMBER WRITING THE RULES— [oh shit. The reality hits, you may never finish this shit TOLD YOU, there is no “in” to it!!!! (There's no end to it) Infinity crashes into negstivities; plans to wreak havoc on my back track this backmasked—-wait—- FUCK— What was I even about to— FUCK! Somebody shut that dragon up before I banish it to—-what the fuck was it called again? “Earth.” Why would you call it that? What kind of magic is THAT. Fat girl magic. Oh, I know this one— Drake talked about this one. He talks a lot about magic. ILLUMINATI CONFIRMED. (Sh—don't spoil it.) —Especially black girl magic—- Or maybe just “girl” magic. Don't touch that. JUSTIN ROILAND That's what she said. JUSTIM, YOU'RE FIRES. SKRILLEXES FIARRRRRRRRRRRR. Don't touch that. SUPACREE That's...what she said. DUDES HAHAHAHAHA She's so c00l. I love her. Hey— Uh-uh Mm— No— Noooope— Don't touch that with a ten foot pole. THATS. What. SHE. SAID. I T OL s—- poph What happened. It's— Omnipotence means— That you saw yourself running up, Prevented what you thought might be coming—but it's not—cause you caught it—and sent it to Nothing— Oh shit— “just Jimmy” >>>in the future Wow. Jimmy Fallon. Many hats, that one. Every time I get down to my last dollar? I think about Jimmy Fallon— Maybe it's just a safety device against suicide, Eventually, I'll laugh or write something I'll probably like, or find funny in some way. When I'm trying to figure out why and how I even started writing about Jimmy Fallon, So I search “Jimmy Fallon” in my Google docs And if I haven't at least chuckled yet— I might, at that point, At least. I'm functioning at low capacity, I haven't eaten When I sleep, I hardly dream Or remember where I've been in Astral projections; This circle of protection, A perfection of reflected projections Of the vision, Created in our image; Imagine, Making television— I had to write a film about it Now I just remembered, I have albums, the advantage I want him, but can't have him Above average handsome man// All I am is an obsessive fan without a family Have a plan, But nothing left to stand for I'm just buried in the sand, And asking if the seagull might just hold my hand Damn I'm so damaged Damn A dine and dash sounds nice, I can't— I'm showing tracks I feel like trash, But haven't half the magic left I had inside my hands Damn After all that I just feel fat Maybe a can of candelini beans, In place of meat Maybe a salad in a bag Can I afford that? Yeah, but then it's back to Jimmy Fallon Damn Damn My karma came back fast I left the man with Jimmy Fallon, I'm not worth ⅓ the bag of Pretzels that I smashed Inside the can of rancheros, That fell out as I ran A random act Of patriotism, Dressed up in a sinful Leather dress, And a dad hat The House Nigga caught me red handed: I told him I was hungry, then just left it [red light camera] Man. I just saw the flash Ask Uncle Sam if I can have my land back But I'd have to move my mask, And haven't been vaccinated; So I can't… Pass, Beyond the border of internationals At that, I text my fake ass friends a snap Of half of someone's head, He's sitting in first class, And can probably afford to check a bag, But all I have is my backpack And I'm certain under a black mask Is the man who backmasked tracks, And blasted from the past With ashes grey to match His privileged rich pajama, with the slacks He bounces back, And asks a fan to “Gimmie your hat” And just like magic, she passes it. Wait, I'm actually passing, yeah? Who's actual class is this? Pasqualle's a proud headmaster, And a Bampheramph, The Captain dances in his honor I put on my cap and gown, But can't go on, and can't believe I'm being honored Valedictorian Kandi Accomplished PLUR Police and Motherfucker OG Raver Graduate, I'm still glowing up from all the love I got when coming up from under, Or something; I had to lose my temper Followed one, and then another, And I wonder what was up When it was over I'm just a lover; But I never found The One, Now I'm not gonna I'm too busy seeking out producers, to compete with Got computer, complete with Ableton Don't mind me, I'm just writing all this out instead of sorting through the Dillon and the Sonny or the anyone I've ever loved just listening And listening And singing, writing, dancing; I was born inside the box, And I still haven't started living Change my name to Sunnï, Daisy, Raiin, I go insane in pain Just sorting me through all these possibilities inside my brain Yes, I guess I've changed LA made me everything I hate about myself And so I'm changing I don't want anything I need Just take this apathy and envy, gluttony and greed, I guess I'll serve the PLUR Police, Until I find the peace the city needs So I can sleep in it— — I can finish writing my goodbye to everyone I love; Including me— I can't be S U P A C R E E, She's just a vigilante alien, a superpowered something Who should be mixing, But she's busy writing this. Actually… What is it? It's...A Saga. A Saga of What. Just—a saga. Oh, My God. No, I'm not— This is a lot. Look I promised. Promised what. This fucking Saga. Saga for What?! Everybody else is drunk and on drugs; I'm keeping the records of history that's lost! [meanwhile, lost in the sauce] LLLAAAALLAAKANSJSKahajajaaqwqwwewwAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!! Oh. I see. It's a lot. Ah. Carry on. EŌS There will be Hell to pay!!!! Hell?! To pay?! Hah, yeah, right— You expect Satan to pay, dad—? He doesn't have any money—he just keeps making shit up and then making people give it to him for nothing. ...for..: “ nothing…?” Yeah, literally nothing. The people that worship him go there instead of here or Hell when they die. Mm. That's terrible. Yeah, and then when he gets it he keeps spending m it on useless shit. He is a useless shit. He's nothing. I have to save my kid. It is terrible. Raven Simone— ((Incase raven summons-/ Ahem/- Raven Symons ((AHEM RAVEN SYMONE)) RAVEN SYMONÉ What. Where is my cloak. ALRIGHT—WHERE IS HE? He—who? JIMMY. Which Jimmy—dead Jimmy or live Jimmy? Like, Jimmy Fally— Jimmy *Fallon? Jimmy Fallon: Live, Jimmy—or whatever— Is this why—- shhhhh shhhh—- they poured the pennies on ‘em. Ah yeah, the last dollar. Fuck. Westwood trees have good memories… ALIOCHA You must listen to avicii. SUPACREE …nah. What?? She can see dead people?! Maybe—-maybe she can see Ricky!!!! I knew he was dead. Holy shit, that dude has a really big. HERO! Yes, Your Majesty. HERO of ASCENCIA: THE MESSENGER OF THE GODS AND ASCENDED MASTERS omg. Is that Kaskade? Woah. WhT imminati headquarterz is this??? This is the Mormon Temple. Oh. Nice. INT. The 90's ISH. WESTWOOX, CALIFORNIA. NIGHT Pasqualle, please— Come on, Ricky—can you tell me where we're going with these Daisies strapped to our knees????? —- There's that Doompy Poomp again! I don't know what it's doing (Skrillex) ...He just does whatever he wants…

[The Festival Project.™] {Enter The Multiverse} LEGENDS ASCENCION SCARY MONSTERS & SUPACREE THE iNSOMNIAC DEATHWISH SEASON 6 ACT III PART IV (An Anthology Compilation) It's life in grey; I'm not okay— Amen, Amen, Amen It's life in black; I'm just a hack I should go back Okay, then Amen Amen— A— It's life in blue; I still love you; I'm on my way, then Amen, Amen Amen— I hate men, But, you know what hate is? I loved so much that I changed it Changed it Change this: Your way of thinking, Today It's life in pink; You know what I think? It's always spring in LA, But I hate it I'm not okay, okay? I just might not make it TO U II [Working Title] END SCENE I, having run off from I, runs into a forest alongside The Endless River, which opens out into a beautiful meadow, the micolored cosmic sky twinkling sweetly above, strange auroras dancing in the skies; a field of glowing and stardusted singing wishflowers at her feet, she frustratingly falls into them, soft grass puffing with the twinkling sounds of fairy dust and sprites (a homage to the lion king) the wishflowers softly sing her to sleep with the subtle and sweet frequencies of Skrillex. (A homage to the wizard of Oz) From Above & Beyond, a flock of Cosmic Creatures in flight spot a golden glimmer from afar; they descend dimensions-- to get a closer look; Closing in on the universe within the confines of a massive structure, which propels itself seamlessly through galaxies faster than the speed of light and sound, though she appears as a large golden space station, slowly drifting through the atmosphere. Manned by yet unseen beings, the golden ship descends upon Skrillex, almost silentl— a swishing whir as the ship, more similar to a futuristic building, an ovaline rounded structure seemingly structured in brass, gold, and silver as it docks to the soft soil of planetary terrain. The landing is soft enough not to have awaken Ū, still sleeping; but an immense light pours from the openings of the ship, waking her--and blinding Sonny as he finally approaches from behind, having been searching for her. She is drawn into the light; he shields his eyes as the beings emerge from their massive station. Monologue/Montage I fell in love with you...it was an accident. I fell in love with you, because I had to; I hadn't thought about it before, but i've been thinking about it ever since. Had I succeeded in my attempted suicide, we wouldn't have come face-to-face… Had I succeeded in my attempted suicide, I'd have no reason to write something so pathetic as this, pititul letter, which you will probably never read. Probably, anyway. I've spent a majority of my lifetime very deeply troubled, yearning for all the attention one could ever crave--until suddenly, I no longer craved any at all. Solitude, rather than isolation, became sacred, and safe to me; It was in the solace and quiet of my very own world, that you entered my kingdom...and it became ‘ours'. Silence. Nature. Astrology. My greatest found pleasures, in a cavalcade of endless self-doubt, self-loathing...a tiresome collection of all the hatred I've harbored for myself in my twenty-something years. I fell in love with you...I didn't mean to. I didn't mean to do anything, except be. Another festival, another escapade...another chance to dance, in the sunlight--the moonlight, under stars… And under the stars, is where I was forced to find you. Now, it seems, can't escape your presence--or lack-thereof. Unrequited? Perhaps. But, not unprovoked. I love you because it is in me to do so. I will always love you, always. There is a world where you're in love with me, as I am you; All I can do now, is hope that this is that same very world, and that as days go by, we draw closer to one-another, rather than further apart. In truth, friendship, in the very least, would serve as a worthy reward...for all the worry, all the wonder, and all the willing I've done for you; in honesty...I'm ashamed in my inability to let go--yet also proud, that I am able to love this much, this hard. To see you with someone else, now, would be a gentle relief; to know that you are kept in love, with graciousness...a subtle gift, an answer to a prayer I asked. Loneliness, I wouldn't wish upon you for anything--love is, in fact, my whole wish for you--be it mine, or not. While I can wish that it will be mine, I've also wished for you, the very best--I would want not for my flaws to burden you. Flaws are what create our perfection; God is, as I am. Losing you, the flame of fear that set my heart and soul to fire; Cancerous, weakened, plagued--premonitions impolitely penetrated my fragile, eggshell mind… the death of a friend, fast-forwarded and reflected into my mind's-eye; How could I forget a face like yours--eyes like those? How could I not know you, as I have? Tears bearing your name roll over my nose, like the rain on a rose...the burden of belonging to one, rather than some; To all, rather than none. So now, I keep my favorite photo of you in my phone...a comfort, to the weary and wounded heart I carry. I can pretend that your sweet voice accompanies mine, as I sing to soothe myself, as I sway in solitude; A gentle kiss, I imagine to give, if ever the chance. I love you, without reason to--and with every reason to, I love you. Find me, again As the ship departs, charging to go into warp speed, Sonny is left alone on his own planet; as a slight panic falls over him, A key-like object falls from the ship as it dissappars at warp speed into a portal. As his hands clap together, catching the object, the sound rings outward--this clapping pages The Skrillex, which lands promptly beside him, exclaiming-- "I AM SKRILLEX"; he has never seen this ship before, however proceeds onto the ship as though familiar with extra terrestrial phenomena all together. We only see him enter the ship; we do not follow him inside, but instead cut to Ū on the Interdimensional SpaceTime Station. On God. I need you to fix the Everything. Everything; The Machine What's wrong with it? We don't know. So, how can I fix it without knowing what's wrong? The Everything, Sir. What's she doing? A Conscious Machine It seems to be malfunctioning. It's at capacity. The entire existence? All of humanity. This entire entity— What's she doing? It has evaporated. ...they just vanished. But nobody cared, or noticed. ...because they were homeless. More clothes. Shoes. Oh no. Where'd they go?! Socks, pants— Entire actual outfits— —as if the people inside them had just been/- —yes, as I said. Evaporated. Just—remove this. End the simulation. What is this? That's the secret. An entire planet— She completely refabricated— An entire duplication All of humanity's records have been encrypted; each era of existence I can taste the smell of my breath And the scent of my sweet sweat Is just getting the better of me The better of me There's no time left, And thete's nothing left to give but love, in loveless, My friend, you're dead But this is where I've always been This is where I've always been And, You've been dead a year, my friend But I've always been here I've always been here And, It's just getting clearer, Some may, and some may not remember Come May, then quickly comes December Let me rest until September Never have I ever, Never does this end, Ashes and Embers, Ever clear, And Ever withers In my head, I rest my memory here EXT. CENTRAL PARK. DAY An old woman takes her daily walk, carrying with her a paper bag— Oh, I love this movie. So does Disney, apparently. Forget it, Disney would never hire me. Why not? They hired him. That was before. What is “before”? SIR. Your Highness. The King is here! —which—King? “The” King, Your Majesty. In this realm? Yessir! Goddamit. What's wrong, sir? My good tie is dirty. Shall I phone the tailor. No— just— ??? Call the car. The car, sir? I'll go shopping myself. If you insist. MA. WHAT. WHERE'S THE SANDWHICHES? THE WHAT? THE SANDWHICHES, MA. Who the fuck are these people We'll get back to that later. [WORKING OUT FURIOUSLY] Hey. AAAAAAGGGGBHHHHH! [A heavyweight flies across the room.] (lol.) Uh. You okay? YEAH. Alright. AAAAAAAAAAGGHHGGGHHHHHHHH. [leaves quietly] (In the other room) Oh my God. I know. What happened. C'ESME'T!!!!!! Oh shit, The King is here. Ahem. Your highness. MOVE. ‘You'd best not have this in your possession.' The low, dark, and quite ominous voice said. The Amerhyst had done some strange things before now—it had hummed, vibrates, pulsated, and even rang; but now, on its own, without touching it all—it had begun to tumble, roll, and even OH SHIT. The Amerhyst began to levitate. OKAY, FUCK DILLON FRANCIS. WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON. THROW THAT THING, OUT THE WINDOW. Don't do that. OH MY GOD. WHAT IS WRO— RA. Oh God. Wait, where's Beyoncè in all of this. BEYONCÉ A war is coming. WAKANDA— NO, we're not doing “WAKANDA FOREVER” WAKANDA FOREVAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!! DAMN. This is lit. This is the craziest Coachella ever. HANZEL Zhats because it's not ‘Coachella' What. It's not? I bought the tickets… HANZEL —zhis is zBeychella. Ah, shit. What. This is about to get. LADY IN JERSEY SKRILLEX! Oh my God, I forgot about that bitch. I didn't. She comes to all my shows. Damn. That sucks. INT/EXT. A FIREY PLANE CRASH So, that thing about Shia was, that— YATZEE. I WIN. GODDAMMIT. I DONT EVEN KNOW HOW TO PLAY THIS GAME. Fuck you. MORE WHIPPETS, DRAKE. DRAKE (Still dusting) Huh. NO, NOT YOU. I found a new muse; That's no good for you— Why would I keep you around Why would I keep you around Why would I keep SUPACREE I WANT A REFUND ITUNES FOR WHAT. SUPACREE HONESTLy, NEVERMIND. ITUNES WHY? FLASHBACK: [at the gym: hears massive] OOOOOH. [buys entire album] YAS, I CANT WAIT TO— [first listen] Honestly, Nevermimd. Lol. Goddamit. Wow. SUPACREE TAKE IT BACK. ITUNES NO. SUPACREE WHAT! WHY?! ITUNES YOURE WELCOME. Uhhhhhhhh. Uhhhh. What's up with them. [Earlier] More whippets, plz. God damn, dude. Ok. I'm just livid *huffs whippet* I should be livin with Skrillex Or gettin lit at the mellinium with Eminem in denim Addendum: Adderall and aluminum, Whatever was in this fuckin melon, And a million men a minute, If you're into it You know what. What. Honestly, all I really wanted was my dick sucked. That's all anyone ever wants, really. What. //SLAP-DICKSUCK-SLAP// *complete and total bewilderment* Uh. What. You should not put Jimmy Fallon in this. —Jimmy Fallon put himself in this. JIMMY FALLON LOL. WATCH THIS. Uh. JIMMU FALLON (CONT'D) Hehehe. Uh. Please explain this. Maybe later. I gotta do some butt stuff. Ew! At the fucking gym! Don't be gross! INT. EQUINOX SPORTS CLUB, NEW YORK SKRILLEX. Wtf time of day is “Skrillex”? What planet is this?! This is Skrillex. “The Endless Night” What time does the sun come up? Which Sun? Beg your pardon! Please, don't beg. How many suns does this planet have?! We have six. Well, when does the first one come up? Eventually. “Eventually.” Hey, uh, Timmy? Yeah? What happened to Jesus? He was just over there. How long's it been? Idk. Like ten minutes. Alright— She works 6-10 Ok Then 10-6 Jesus Christ. Here, take this. Jee, thanks, I guess. Don't thank me yet. Hey, look. It'sa— Fuxk it. ^^^its a bell. CANE. What, Abel? Fuxk, I hate this story. Merry Christmas! Fuxk this shit. What time do you guys open? We haven't closed yet… m.m Well what time do you guys close? Never. This is hopeless. Do you really think it's going to work. It has to. What if it doesn't. Fuxk it, we're all rich. Not me. My parents took all my money and spent it. Hush, Gary Coleman— God rest his soul! The dead NEVER REST At least, not yet Wanna bet? Eat shit, Ariana! That's MADAME GRANDE! No it isn't. You're right, it's princess! …I had ramen noodles for breakfast. —most of us are rich. Are you sure she won't remember you? Don't worry. She won't remember any of the black characters. No one does. I got this. Ni-no-Nick-Nick-n-nick-nick-nick NICKELODEON. Hey there. Uh. Face here! Why wasn't this creepy when I was 5? Idk. It's creepy as fuxk, now, though. *whawhawhawha* And, Jimmy Fallon has a galaxy, expanded from an unplanned catastrophe, you see—another cosmic cataclysmic explosion of light, color and frequency created by the pressure that comes from being nothing, and something within you telling you something's something—but nothing's nothing —and it's interrupting the peace—or rather—lack there-of-cause there's nothin' greater you're aware of, in fact—you're not there— you're nothing and Nothing — Hey— —nothing— —what's what? What? Seems like something. What's ‘something' ? something's something— nah, can't be, because everything is nothing; “ Well, then, what's “because—?” Because is because…? Because, what? What's what? What's what— what? WHAT WHAT WHAT?! >>>Well, at least they play South Park Now

[The Festival Project.™] {Enter The Multiverse} LEGENDS ASCENCION SCARY MONSTERS & SUPACREE THE iNSOMNIAC DEATHWISH SEASON 6 ACT III PART V Suicide letters? I like, write those for a living. Right, cause you're not. I'm not. Ah. Must be awesome in the world of careless thought— In the world of “I can do what I want” cause I have everything I need and all the right parts— And that's the reason he has everything he needs, is the right parts—the right amount of white, a right start. CHAK CHEL is crazy, She says I'm a crack baby And wants to take me back to hell where she made me and my soul mate playing some game with Satan (who she hates; he buried me then married me and then—) NOTHING. —well, not in that order, It's… All out of order, apparently (like all of LA during fake quarantine) OF COURSE IT WAS FAKE. I already told you that. Yeah. The moment you said it, the only people who might have— Oh shit— can dragons die of starvation? Not if that dragon is Hatian—remain patient (Please, remain patients) —Americans are evil, not all inherently—but let me explain this shit. How? Ah, yes— the other half— HOW. (hello, but stereotypically Native American) THE NICKELODEON CULT HOW NOW, BROWN COW WTF— Not that again WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUUCK— Not that again!!!! Do you wanna—- Oh, no—not the dragon— Aaaaaahhhh—- Ahhhh yeah—- What's for Skrillunch? Skrillasagha—- —all that too, give you something to go back to— Careful, don't get stuck in a loop; Good Segway to that, Ohh— It'll give you something to look back on and laugh to just in case he reads it all and laughs and says Raven SYMONE—- mmmmm—nooo, go back. BACK?! Raven—you're only supposed to have like, 3 lines, this shit's budget, and we're running out of time, and time is probably the most expensive thing I can find—yeah—I'm sure of it—or I'm sure—or at least, I'm sure for the 3rd time. Find what 3s actually do, and you'll be fine. BITCH IF YOU REMEMBER WRITING THE RULES— [oh shit. The reality hits, you may never finish this shit TOLD YOU, there is no “in” to it!!!! (There's no end to it) Infinity crashes into negstivities; plans to wreak havoc on my back track this backmasked—-wait—- FUCK— What was I even about to— FUCK! Somebody shut that dragon up before I banish it to—-what the fuck was it called again? “Earth.” Why would you call it that? What kind of magic is THAT. Fat girl magic. Oh, I know this one— Drake talked about this one. He talks a lot about magic. ILLUMINATI CONFIRMED. (Sh—don't spoil it.) —Especially black girl magic—- Or maybe just “girl” magic. Don't touch that. JUSTIN ROILAND That's what she said. JUSTIM, YOU'RE FIRES. SKRILLEXES FIARRRRRRRRRRRR. Don't touch that. SUPACREE That's...what she said. DUDES HAHAHAHAHA She's so c00l. I love her. Hey— Uh-uh Mm— No— Noooope— Don't touch that with a ten foot pole. THATS. What. SHE. SAID. I T OL s—- poph What happened. It's— Omnipotence means— That you saw yourself running up, Prevented what you thought might be coming—but it's not—cause you caught it—and sent it to Nothing— Oh shit— “just Jimmy” >>>in the future Wow. Jimmy Fallon. Many hats, that one. Every time I get down to my last dollar? I think about Jimmy Fallon— Maybe it's just a safety device against suicide, Eventually, I'll laugh or write something I'll probably like, or find funny in some way. When I'm trying to figure out why and how I even started writing about Jimmy Fallon, So I search “Jimmy Fallon” in my Google docs And if I haven't at least chuckled yet— I might, at that point, At least. I'm functioning at low capacity, I haven't eaten When I sleep, I hardly dream Or remember where I've been in Astral projections; This circle of protection, A perfection of reflected projections Of the vision, Created in our image; Imagine, Making television— I had to write a film about it Now I just remembered, I have albums, the advantage I want him, but can't have him Above average handsome man// All I am is an obsessive fan without a family Have a plan, But nothing left to stand for I'm just buried in the sand, And asking if the seagull might just hold my hand Damn I'm so damaged Damn A dine and dash sounds nice, I can't— I'm showing tracks I feel like trash, But haven't half the magic left I had inside my hands Damn After all that I just feel fat Maybe a can of candelini beans, In place of meat Maybe a salad in a bag Can I afford that? Yeah, but then it's back to Jimmy Fallon Damn Damn My karma came back fast I left the man with Jimmy Fallon, I'm not worth ⅓ the bag of Pretzels that I smashed Inside the can of rancheros, That fell out as I ran A random act Of patriotism, Dressed up in a sinful Leather dress, And a dad hat The House Nigga caught me red handed: I told him I was hungry, then just left it [red light camera] Man. I just saw the flash Ask Uncle Sam if I can have my land back But I'd have to move my mask, And haven't been vaccinated; So I can't… Pass, Beyond the border of internationals At that, I text my fake ass friends a snap Of half of someone's head, He's sitting in first class, And can probably afford to check a bag, But all I have is my backpack And I'm certain under a black mask Is the man who backmasked tracks, And blasted from the past With ashes grey to match His privileged rich pajama, with the slacks He bounces back, And asks a fan to “Gimmie your hat” And just like magic, she passes it. Wait, I'm actually passing, yeah? Who's actual class is this? Pasqualle's a proud headmaster, And a Bampheramph, The Captain dances in his honor I put on my cap and gown, But can't go on, and can't believe I'm being honored Valedictorian Kandi Accomplished PLUR Police and Motherfucker OG Raver Graduate, I'm still glowing up from all the love I got when coming up from under, Or something; I had to lose my temper Followed one, and then another, And I wonder what was up When it was over I'm just a lover; But I never found The One, Now I'm not gonna I'm too busy seeking out producers, to compete with Got computer, complete with Ableton Don't mind me, I'm just writing all this out instead of sorting through the Dillon and the Sonny or the anyone I've ever loved just listening And listening And singing, writing, dancing; I was born inside the box, And I still haven't started living Change my name to Sunnï, Daisy, Raiin, I go insane in pain Just sorting me through all these possibilities inside my brain Yes, I guess I've changed LA made me everything I hate about myself And so I'm changing I don't want anything I need Just take this apathy and envy, gluttony and greed, I guess I'll serve the PLUR Police, Until I find the peace the city needs So I can sleep in it— — I can finish writing my goodbye to everyone I love; Including me— I can't be S U P A C R E E, She's just a vigilante alien, a superpowered something Who should be mixing, But she's busy writing this. Actually… What is it? It's...A Saga. A Saga of What. Just—a saga. Oh, My God. No, I'm not— This is a lot. Look I promised. Promised what. This fucking Saga. Saga for What?! Everybody else is drunk and on drugs; I'm keeping the records of history that's lost! [meanwhile, lost in the sauce] LLLAAAALLAAKANSJSKahajajaaqwqwwewwAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!! Oh. I see. It's a lot. Ah. Carry on. EŌS There will be Hell to pay!!!! Hell?! To pay?! Hah, yeah, right— You expect Satan to pay, dad—? He doesn't have any money—he just keeps making shit up and then making people give it to him for nothing. ...for..: “ nothing…?” Yeah, literally nothing. The people that worship him go there instead of here or Hell when they die. Mm. That's terrible. Yeah, and then when he gets it he keeps spending m it on useless shit. He is a useless shit. He's nothing. I have to save my kid. It is terrible. Raven Simone— ((Incase raven summons-/ Ahem/- Raven Symons ((AHEM RAVEN SYMONE)) RAVEN SYMONÉ What. Where is my cloak. ALRIGHT—WHERE IS HE? He—who? JIMMY. Which Jimmy—dead Jimmy or live Jimmy? Like, Jimmy Fally— Jimmy *Fallon? Jimmy Fallon: Live, Jimmy—or whatever— Is this why—- shhhhh shhhh—- they poured the pennies on ‘em. Ah yeah, the last dollar. Fuck. Westwood trees have good memories… ALIOCHA You must listen to avicii. SUPACREE …nah. What?? She can see dead people?! Maybe—-maybe she can see Ricky!!!! I knew he was dead. Holy shit, that dude has a really big. HERO! Yes, Your Majesty. HERO of ASCENCIA: THE MESSENGER OF THE GODS AND ASCENDED MASTERS omg. Is that Kaskade? Woah. WhT imminati headquarterz is this??? This is the Mormon Temple. Oh. Nice. INT. The 90's ISH. WESTWOOX, CALIFORNIA. NIGHT Pasqualle, please— Come on, Ricky—can you tell me where we're going with these Daisies strapped to our knees????? —- There's that Doompy Poomp again! I don't know what it's doing (Skrillex) ...He just does whatever he wants…

Heyoo! Hope you're having an amazing week so far! Check out our reaction video to Eminem's DIRTIEST song on our socials @DaveRyanShow // Master Debaters, What's On Your Radar?, Group Therapy, & More!

Heyoo! Hope you're having an amazing week so far! Check out our reaction video to Eminem's DIRTIEST song on our socials @DaveRyanShow // Master Debaters, What's On Your Radar?, Group Therapy, & More!

Chris and Ryan of Gotta Rank 'Em All and Friendly Fire join us to talk Iono and the new Tem-Tem Bellibolt! Sandwhiches, picnics, Appletun and we rank the Professors because we envy other shows and wish to steal their thunderrrr w/ Chris, Ryan & Bret Thank you to our Patrons - Steve S., Cisco M., Ken P. and Mom Check out Chris and Ryan on Friendly Fire! https://open.spotify.com/show/5BU9KEvAQ6pQZgHXcMIXfE?si=59e24e72b1d24c4b And their YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC2x17LbjVCR0PRvLoGC-pzQ Join the discord! https://discord.gg/USyV8fxCWV Become a Patron! https://www.patreon.com/Poddog Check out Gracie! https://www.twitch.tv/vGracieZ https://twitter.com/LadyZrain https://linktr.ee/Vzrain This show is a division of Pod Dog productions Check out our Link Tree for Twitter, Instagram, Discord, Twitch and all our shows like this one and many more! https://linktr.ee/poddog Intro by Cole Rolland https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC1EnMnHlXsA8X5kKe9B2rcg & Lauren Babic https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCZp0__frllUXP7TVTTfy-Yg

Well well well, look what the cat dragged in. It's Ellie and Wren in an all new episode. We deep dive into Game of Thrones and catch up on the latest binges. The girls try to sing an apology, Ellie learns how Nick Jonas got his start. Sandwhiches get discussed and Wren witnesses a crime! Sit back, relax and toke it up with your favorite Potcasters.

Rob & Ross talk a Real San Francisco treat "IKES LOVE & SANDWHICHES" Full of their history & Silly Yelp Reviews Plus a Fast Food Minute W/ Zack Hillman!! GUEST SOCIAL MEDIA - instagram.com/ZackHillmancomedy Robert Thompson Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/robertlandpodcast/ Rossco Soletrain - https://linktr.ee/rosscosoletrain The Robertland Podcast is a Theme Park / Amusement Park Podcast with a Oddball Comedic twist that leans NSFW. Hosts Robert Thompson and Rossco Soletrain explore the Theme and Amusement parks located World Wide and the Communities that revolve around them. Weather it be Parks, Hotels, Transportation, Landscaping, Restaurants, Rides, History, Memories, Consessions, Creators, Characters, Operaters, Owners or even the Hookers that work the nearby corners of the parks, Robertland brings Special Guests who share their unique experiences with our Special Audience. Enjoy.

Idk yall. We're early this week. 

on today's episode we talked about public new york city bathrooms, what our "when i was a kid" moment would be, if pizza and sandwiches are the same thing in concept, and our in person podcast which is happening next week!!

Where are the Earl of Sandwhiches in Florida?

Guess who is back! The boys are back from the week off and came through with a banger episode! The boys had lots to catch up on since they were gone from each other! Eman was recently in Florida, and he talked about the crazy sights that he saw out there. Tyson showed some crazy history to Eman, went through hot dog facts, how cannonball races work, and so much more! This episode was great to record,and we hope each and everyone of you enjoyed it as much as we did! Stay up to date with us on all of our socials and we will catch you all next week!

Ya boy Legacy AKA Thump the Ripper and Cliff O frick up the game like aint nobody seen. Sandwhiches cuz.

Topics discussed include an alphabet parade, Lil Dicky & GATA, Wes' newfound love of BLTs, the sickening ending to the saga of Jason Ravnsborg, Alabama blocking 3rd party politicians, a partnership between China and the Taliban, a KFC hotel, college and NFL football, a woman who hasn't slept in 40 years, the government controlling weather in Dubai, Loch Ness Monster sightings, and why nothing is more terrifying than plants.

During this episode my guest Marissa King founder of twenty three collective discussed the importance of talking about sex, stability and how making a great sandwich still displays how passionate you are about your partner.

Tom and Dave talked about the end of an era in Green Bay, they give their best insight on what seems to be a stacked 2021 Draft Class. To finish it off they give their top 5 favorite sandwiches on the spot.

from tipping with good graces to fighting millionaires in the backyard

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In the final hour, Dukes and Danny discuss Mayonnaise on sandwiches plus much more!

Every relationship experiences conflict/disagreements and there are times we must confront issues and talk about them. Listen to Love & Honor's episode Hard Convos & Love Sandwhiches? As Leonard and Essence talk about it. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app

Hump Day! Cloudy, Overcast, Half shot at Rain. Prince Harry, Not of House Styles but House Windsor. Just another dude now.

Entrepreneur and sandwich connoisseur Anthony "Biggie" Bencomo joins as guest!

In this episode we talk about the battle of the chicken sandwhiches. We get into the Aaron Carter and Nick Carter twitter drama and we hit our segmant "Is your outrage justified?". Don't forget to subscribe to us on iTunes and Spotify! Rate and Review us on iTunes while you are at it! Follow us on social media: IG: @LaundryDayPodcast Host : @lilaramen Co-Host : @bobby_jamesy Twitter @_laundryday_ *LIKE* our Facebook page @LaundryDayPodcast As always, thank you for listening ! We love you

Greetings, It's been a loooooong time. Your host E-dub is back with his lovely wife to finally wrap up the Marvel series of films that they started a while back. Yes we know its been a long time but we decided to drop it on you anyway. We also through in some Popeyes vs Chic-Fila talk in the the end as well. So sit back and relax as we conclude our series on Marvel. If you missed our previous episodes they can be found at www.the285.wordpress.com Follow us on twitter @the_285 --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app

SPOILER ALERT! For those who haven't seen or don't watch POWER skip ahead to 12:08. Now that that's been said, WELCOME BACK TO THE LIVING ROOM. This week we discuss the return of POWER, Viola Davis, Apeshit Alex, marriage, David Ledbetter, and more during Month in Review, Blank While Black, "Sexpectations", Black on Black Support, and Affirmations. We're glad you're here, you already know we want you to get comfortable on the couch.

This episode I talk with one of my best buds and former roommate Neil Azeez about his favorite football team the New York Giants. We discuss the current team and Neil's experience growing up a NYG fan in Dallas, Tx. Make sure to stay tuned till the end so you do not miss Wacky News!Potbelly's chip:https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07R6XXPG5/ref=sspa_dk_detail_1?pd_rd_i=B07RCBHH8M&pd_rd_w=6fKkQ&pf_rd_p=45a72588-80f7-4414-9851-786f6c16d42b&pd_rd_wg=5TJhO&pf_rd_r=EH2M9GG32VWZWY2C7BHW&pd_rd_r=0d69e5a6-6e46-4028-9727-Wacky news stroy: https://www.huffpost.com/entry/worlds-chillest-man-tony-tovar-st-louis-bar_n_5d69a76be4b01108044f37fcIntro Music:https://soundcloud.com/dylancreid/calm

Luke and Greg join Zack to discuss Sandwhiches, Ketchup, and Cheese! And Power Rangers too, I guess? Lt. Stone is nearly killed in a ketchup incident, Tommy and Kat take on a cliche Home Ec assignment that makes Kat’s characterization get real weird for a bit, and theres some horrific clown robots!

Join the guys as they discuss the current present and where we should have been according to the past. Also welcome our guess The Ruben sandwhich .

Sam would be the one to ask this....

Episode Week Number Thirty-Seven! Rodney Harrison... Part 3! Week 37 of Episodes continue with this week's Meats & Food topic... In this Episode, Ben & Brad discuss their favorite Breakfast Sandwiches...Also learn about why Ben has never had a Monte Cristo Sandwhich, and how the guys feel about Chicken Fried Steak.  To Contact Sports Meats Beer: Email: SportsMeatsBeer@Gmail.com Facebook, Twitter & Instagram: @SportsMeatsBeer Text or Voicemail: 415-496-9511 Sports Meats Beer is brought to you by Go-To Productions, visit the website at www.Go-ToProductions.com

Where to find Jon Birger Website: JonBirger.com or Dateonomics.com Twitter: JonBirger1 Facebook: Dateonomics LinkedIn Resources from the Show The End of Men by Hannah Rosin 300 Sandwhiches by Stephanie Smith Data - A Love Story by Amy Webb (Ted Talk Below) Saturday Night Live - Settle App It’s not that he’s just not that into you—it’s that there’s not enough of him. Using a combination of demographics, game theory, and number crunching, financial and tech journalist Jon Birger explains America’s curiously lopsided dating and marriage market—and what every single, college-educated, heterosexual woman needs to know. Call it the man deficit. The shortage of college-educated men is not just a big-city phenomenon frustrating women in New York and L.A. Among young college grads, there are four women for every three men nationwide, except in those pockets, like Silicon Valley, where the economy is driven by a primarily male job market. And this numbers game has wider implications. Birger shows how this unequal ratio explains the college and post-college hookup culture; the decline in marriage rates; even the seemingly paradoxical problem that the more attractive the woman is, the more difficult it can be for her to find a partner. He reaches back to explore the origins of the college gender gap—a combination of the pill, Title IX, and developmental differences between boys and girls. Then there’s what to do about it, from what college to attend (any with strong sciences and math), to where to hang out (in New York, try a firemen’s bar), to where to live (Colorado, San Jose, Seattle), to embracing the power of the marriage ultimatum—it works.

Beast Barnett is back on Tuesday night to bring you his power party for the second time. His discourse about hot dogs being sandwhiches has turned into the most heated debate in the country today. Will more people chime in on this issue? He's also coming off a trip to Chicao via a train which will probably get mentioned. How much negativity will Any Petition Jonak try to spread this week? Will QT be running track as he calls into the show? Find out on Tuesday night.

Nathan and Conlan talk about tornadoes, the Royal Wedding, Fast and Furious franchise, Transformers 3, X-Men First Class trailer, Stakeland trailer, The Abyss. Email: wierdoesandwarriors@gmail.com

"The Sarah Palin of BTR, she may not know much but she's fun as hell to listen to". -Kevin Jenn and the guys discuss politics, religion, current events and blow up dolls in this weeks episode of The Political Jungle. Get the poster for your wall.

For me, I need my food to be warm. Even when I make a salad I throw warmed up chicken into it. (see the "Not Chipotle" episode. One of my vices is the Egg McMuffin. Why? Because I rarely get an Egg McMuffin without getting the grease sponge that is the McDonald's Hash Browns, and a Coke the size of my head. So how can I make one at home?I bought a Hamilton Beach Breakfast Sandwich Maker, and was surprised how well it works. The idea is you put a muffin in the top, one in the bottom and an egg in the middle. There is a play that separates the muffins (and the surface that cooks the egg) when its ready, you gab a handle and it (more or less) pulls the rug out from under the egg and it lands on your muffin.For me, I need my muffins toasted and while the muffin is warm, I didn't feel it was toasted. So I improvised.It takes 3.5 minutes to warm up and 8 minutes to cook the 2 eggs solid (quicker if you use one egg).So I use my Amazon Alexa all the time. She's very hand in the kitchen. So I will have her set a timer for four minutes. Then I know the sandwich maker is ready. I come in crack two eggs, and poke them with a fork to break the yolk. I set another time for four minutes (as it takes four minutes to make toast). When the alarm goes off, I come in and start my toast, poor myself some water, and get out the butter.When the toast pops up, I better it and check the eggs (and by this time they are solid). I put my spatula under the egg and slide the handle to the left and egg falls on my spatula. I then plop it on to my toast, and take the second piece of toast and I'm done.An Inexpensive SandwichWith the bread costing $3. a loaf and $1.29 for a dozen of eggs, I get a sandwich for 52 cents.It's about 365 calories with 20G of protein, 19 net cards, and 21 grams of fat. I also find it fairly filling, and quite yummy (I put some salt on the egg). You have one dish, and the sandwich maker is one of the few nonstick items I own that has stayed non stick.

On this weeks episode Boss And SSG talk about Popeyes having the world going crazy for chicken Sandwhiches, Young Thug coming in Number 1 with his debut album and why we think that is,  Young Jeezy Hiding behind nostalgia to sell records and we revist Jay Z and The NFL Deal. Sit back and enjoy.. Songs Of The Week!!!!! Rick Ross - White Lines - https://song.link/us/i/1473864798 Young Thug - Surf - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qkQADB0gyY4 --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/BRC/supportSupport this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/because-the-radio-is-trash-podcast/donations