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Home Business Profits with Ray Higdon
Slipping On Your New Year's Goals Already? w/ Jennie Potter

Home Business Profits with Ray Higdon

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 27, 2023 34:07


In this episode Ray speaks with Jennie Potter on how you can stay on track with your new years goals. Ray Higdon is a best-selling author, coach, high-energy speaker, and philanthropist. Going from foreclosure to multimillion-dollar success in a few short years, Ray's journey to excellence has been fueled with an unrelenting passion for teaching people how to find their voice and understand their worth. We're constantly testing, tracking, and innovating every single days… every single week… To get our latest trainings and specials, check out the link below. See Our Special Offering This Week: Higdongroup.com/podcastspecial

Heartland Market Talk
Turnaround Tuesday hits with soybeans slipping

Heartland Market Talk

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 24, 2023 5:52


Grain futures mounted the classic turnaround Tuesday overnight, with corn and wheat holding gains as the wheat market is technically finding short covering from a large fund position. After making new lows for the year yesterday and Chicago wheat, index funds are lighting up on their position, which means they have to buy in order to get rid of their short. Soybeans turned lower after rallying higher by $0.16 on the session and are now dealing with more rain coming from Argentina setting up the prospects of further price erosion.

Is This Thing On Podcast

Slipping into our 3rd episode of the month with Summon Luke Hopeless Rebel of Light, Mad Simple - Playing The Fool, Marley Garrard - I am Nothing, Solcura - Keeping in Close, The Days Run - Maybe there's a Reason https://open.spotify.com/episode/7aD7vVMforidP6jPejkqKA?si=tpI7ebpWTpKrJvcS5y2hjA

Earth Wise
Polar Bears and Tires | Earth Wise

Earth Wise

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 12, 2023 2:00


There is lots of interest in traction.  People want to find better ways to move across wet and frozen surfaces safely.   This applies to both the shoes on our feet and the tires on our cars.  Researchers at the University of Akron along with colleagues at Syracuse University and at Bridgestone, the tire company, have […]

Be Encouraged with Tawanda Freeman

Discipline will help us reach our goals.

The Generations Radio Program
Christian Kids' Worldview Slipping

The Generations Radio Program

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 11, 2023


Christian kids attending public schools and Christian schools have registered a non-stop steady decline in adherence to a Christian worldview over 35 years straight. Only homeschools and a few principle-approach Christian schools have done better. Dan Smithwick from Nehemiah Institute explains the recent trends and the reason why there is still no improvement in the overall numbers. Education matters. The shift in Christian civilization in the West occurred at the turn of the 20th century in the schools under the influence of John Dewey and the Frankfurt School.

Kevin Swanson on SermonAudio
Christian Kids Worldview Slipping - What Killed Christian Civilization

Kevin Swanson on SermonAudio

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 11, 2023 28:00


A new MP3 sermon from Generations Radio is now available on SermonAudio with the following details: Title: Christian Kids Worldview Slipping - What Killed Christian Civilization Speaker: Kevin Swanson Broadcaster: Generations Radio Event: Radio Broadcast Date: 1/11/2023 Length: 28 min.

Generations Radio
Christian Kids Worldview Slipping - What Killed Christian Civilization

Generations Radio

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 11, 2023 28:00


Christian kids attending public schools and Christian schools have registered a non-stop steady decline in adherence to a Christian worldview over 35 years straight. Only homeschools and a few principle-approach Christian schools have done better.--Dan Smithwick from Nehemiah Institute explains the recent trends, and the reason why there is still no improvement in the overall numbers. Education matters. The shift in Christian civilization in the West occurred at the turn of the 20th century in the schools, under the influence of John Dewey and the Frankfurt School.--This program includes---1. The World View in 5 Minutes with Adam McManus -Pastor and hymn writer Jack Hayford went to Heaven, British survey reveals only 3- are sexually perverted, Pro-life laws are being challenged---2. Generations with Kevin Swanson

Kevin Swanson on SermonAudio
Christian Kids' Worldview Slipping - What Killed Christian Civilization

Kevin Swanson on SermonAudio

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 11, 2023 21:00


A new MP3 sermon from Generations Radio is now available on SermonAudio with the following details: Title: Christian Kids' Worldview Slipping - What Killed Christian Civilization Subtitle: What Killed Christian Civ Speaker: Kevin Swanson Broadcaster: Generations Radio Event: Radio Broadcast Date: 1/11/2023 Length: 21 min.

Weight What?
Time Keeps on Slipping

Weight What?

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 10, 2023 39:41


It seems like we never have enough time! But is that really the truth? Are you making excuses because you don't really want to do it or it is too hard. Are you making excuses. Listen in and see if our excuses match yours.  Also let us know if you make a call to action.

Feisty Productions
Slipping masks

Feisty Productions

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 10, 2023 69:26


Rishi Sunak and Sir Keir Starmer both set out their stalls for 2023 with keynote speeches and in major television interviews.We examine these and question whether Labour, still so far ahead in the polls, is playing a Tory light card with its embrace of "Take Back Control".The NHS in England is under pressure according to Sunak but is in a crisis in Scotland caused by SNP incompetence claims Tory MSP Sandesh Gulhane. He wasn't so eloquent when pushed on Conservative competence down south.We also question how safe the Health and Social Care system is in the hands of Chancellor Jeremy Hunt who called for its "denationalisation" in 2005 and presided over its increasing privatisation as Health Secretary.Hats off to Sky's Sam Coates and Tortoise Media for shining the light onto MPs' outside earnings, donations, and gifts. Theresa May getting big bucks for speeches?There's been no escape from the publication of Prince Harry's tell all book "Spare" and we are no exception, but with our own take on the monarchy beyond the soap opera.Meanwhile back at Westminster the Minimum Service Levels Bill seems set to become law placing draconian restrictions on the right to strike in the public sector.Lesley also pays tribute to Aonghas MacNeacail, and Derek Bateman. ★ Support this podcast ★

Exposing Mold
Episode 100 - The Mold Industry is Slipping

Exposing Mold

Play Episode Play 36 sec Highlight Listen Later Jan 9, 2023 14:30 Transcription Available


It seems everyone has a mold story now and each impacted person is motivated to spread awareness of the hell toxic mold causes. You would think that increased awareness means better solutions. However, that is not what we are seeing. In this episode, we discuss how the mold industry is moving backwards in 2023. Need help navigating your mold injury without breaking the bank? Join our education group: patreon.com/exposingmoldWe'd like to take a moment to thank our sponsors:HomeCleanse, formerly known as All American Restoration, is a company that specializes in improving indoor air quality through proper mold remediation, offering services nationwide. You can visit them at homecleanse.com to learn more.The Mold Guy performs mold sampling and testing for homeowners, renters, and businesses. Please visit themoldguyinc.com to learn more.Black Diamond Services provides solutions to the unforeseen challenges that can affect homes and families with no out-of-pocket costs. Services include temporary housing relocation and mold test referrals for homeowners. Visit blackdiamondservices.com to learn more.Thank you again for your sponsorship, it is integral to our ability to serve our community and to improve the quality of life for all.Exposing Mold is a nonprofit! Donate here: https://donate.stripe.com/9AQ5nH97T5rC2kMbIWSupport the showFind us on Linktree, Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, TikTok and Youtube

The Green Zone - CJME / CKOM
The Green Zone - Hour 1 - Why Are Canadian Goalies Slipping In Quality?

The Green Zone - CJME / CKOM

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 6, 2023 31:24


The Green Zone with Jamie & Drew

Everything Is Cancelled
Whip Wop Galore (w/Brandon Collins)

Everything Is Cancelled

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 6, 2023 65:46


Oh, sweet Jesus -- we have a guest! Slipping into this ongoing thing we're trying to define is Brandon Collins, comedian, screenwriter, and co-host of the podcasts Medium Popcorn (N****s Spoiling Movies) and Drunk Black History. We talk about his latest adventures in Hollywood -- where he's working on a movie script -- as well as the past year in movies, why RRR is freakin' awesome, how he became a Rotten Tomatoes-certified film critic, how movies have become just as divisive as politics, and why he can't get himself to watch the Star Wars shows on Disney+, We also spend the last few minutes slamming Skip Bayless, bigging up Martin Scorsese's ex-wife, and wondering what the hell Keith Murray has been smoking.

The Dear Body Podcast
153 - Breaking Free of Overthinking & The Courage To Be Disliked

The Dear Body Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 5, 2023 27:53


Have you ever felt like you were afraid of showing ALL of you? Truly, fully, authentically you? Are there parts of yourself that you hide from a fear of judgement? Let's unpack this common human fear in our first episode of 2023. My hope is to break down the walls around being a multidimensional human and embrace a little more curiousity and a lot more grace. Find more tangible techniques + tools on how-to: reprogram your behaviors with food and conquer binge & emotional eating: My Signature 4 Month Program Instagram Tik Tok   Jessi has coached over 1,500 through the Food Freedom Online Program 1.0 and in true Jessi fashion she is constantly seeking growth, evolution & optimization.. which is why for the last 5+ months she's dedicated her time & energy into creating The Food Freedom Online Program 2.0 -- its innovative, designed to get you into momentum, intentional community connection, built off of the tried & true BEST of the BEST tools & techniques.. complete with: Daily Bite Sized Rise With Me Sessions Weekly Mental Collaboration Meditations Over 12+ highly effective body oriented nervous system regulation tools with walk through 5 Step Framework for navigating a binge episode Small Group Accountability Community Connection Challenges Powerful Guest Speakers Body Image Breakthrough Project 16 Live Workshops with THE most requested topics: Overcoming Self Sabotage, Navigating the fear of weight gain & desire to lose weight, Discovering Deep Satisfaction with food, Identity Based Habits, Neuroplasticity: Make Your Brain Work With You, How to Integrate Movement without Slipping into Diet Culture & more.. Book your free strategy call to learn if the FFOP 2.0 is right for you: www.foodfreedomonlineprogram.com

Climbing The Pocket
Vikings Slipping As Postseason Nears | Vikings Happy Hour

Climbing The Pocket

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 5, 2023 58:14


Growing Harvest Ag Network
Afternoon Ag News: January 4, 2023 - EIA numbers show ethanol production slipping in December

Growing Harvest Ag Network

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 4, 2023 2:00


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Unleash The Man Within
448 - The Difference Between Edging & Slipping

Unleash The Man Within

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 3, 2023 13:31


Typically when people quit porn or other sexual misbehavior cold turkey, the brain begins to edge. This process refers the brain seeking other ways to experience dopamine/pleasure without 'crossing the line'. Today's episode explains whether or not this counts as a slip, and practical ways to deal with edging in the heat of a moment. Join DeepClean Inner Circle Get a FREE copy of my bestselling book, The Last Relapse Follow Sathiya on Instagram

The City Report
Are Manchester City slipping out of the title race?

The City Report

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 2, 2023 22:37


Hello listeners, and welcome to the Monday edition of the City Report Podcast! On today's episode, Adam and Oliver look back at City's disappointing 1-1 home draw with Everton, and more! If you enjoy the show, please leave us a rating and a review. Follow us! https://twitter.com/cityreport_ https://twitter.com/cityreportpod https://twitter.com/_oliverlowe https://twitter.com/Abooker17 https://www.instagram.com/cityreportpod/ https://www.tiktok.com/@cityreportpod

Its Up There Podcast
131: MEGAN THE STALLION VS Tory Lanez DAY 1 -3 | YOUR WIG IS SLIPPING | LOON EXPLAINS WHY JOE BUDDEN CONTINUES TO TALK STATUS WITH DJ AKADEMIKS | GUNNA'S PLEA SHOULD BE ILLEGAL | WHY SO MANY MALE MEDIA WAS INVOLVED IN THE PUBLIC FACING OF MEGS TRIAL

Its Up There Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 2, 2023 128:32


On this episode of It's up there, we talk about the truly outrageous things from the Megan the stallion and Tory Lanez trail in which Tory Lanez is on trial for shooting the superstar female rapper. Loon spends some time on the iconic "your wig is slipping" . LOON EXPLAINS why Joe Budden continues to talk status with DJ Akademiks Searching for validation . Gotta' ask.. Why so many male media was involved in the public facing of MEGs trial? We also talk Gunnas plea should be illegal and how much we love our listeners

Net Front Presence
Blues lose Torey Krug, star slipping off the playoff pace

Net Front Presence

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 28, 2022 31:13


Blues beat reporters Jim Thomas and Tom Timmermann joined columnist Jeff Gordon to discuss Torey Krug's injury, the overtime loss to Toronto, and the need to start stacking up points.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Boogie Man Channel - Up All Night with the Boogie Man Podcast:
The Veil is Slipping & it's Revealing the Truths We've All been Patiently Waiting For

Boogie Man Channel - Up All Night with the Boogie Man Podcast:

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 22, 2022 21:27


The veil is slipping and showing all of the truths that have at once been hidden from us. It says in the bible that in the End Days all will be revealed and I believe this to be those truths we've all been waiting patiently for. I hope you're ready for the things the keepers never thought we were worthy of or thought that we couldn't handle. I, myself, believe we can't quite comprehend what the veil has been hiding this entire time. Yes, I'm agreeing with them in case you couldn't tell. I believe the other side is far more complex of a reality than we are all prepared for. It's hard to go from the cushy life on Earth to the complexities of the inner working of the God's. There's a good reason why the veil was put in place to begin with. These keepers are looking out for us and not the other way around. They're the keepers of the construct for good reason. It's most definitely a dirty job and someone had to do it. We have the Angels to thank for that.

the po4cast
NFL refs; Correa to NYM; STLCards slipping in NL; frugal Red Sox + Willson Contreras signing

the po4cast

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 21, 2022 23:56


4c nosedives into the recent MLB transactions, namely the Carlos Correa 11th-hour contract with the New York Mets, and how the St. Louis Cardinals, despite signing Willson Contreras, are slipping in the National League. He explains why NFL referees are wrongfully chastised, and details the weird and head-scratching state of the Boston Red Sox.

The Watch
Our Most Anticipated Shows of 2023. Plus, Is the Sheridan-Verse Slipping?

The Watch

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 20, 2022 73:32 Very Popular


Chris and Andy talk about the premiere of the new Taylor Sheridan show ‘1923,' starring Harrison Ford and Helen Mirren, and whether the quality of his shows is slipping (1:00). Then they talk about the latest episode of ‘Fleishman Is in Trouble' (24:24) before talking about some of their most anticipated shows for 2023, including the ‘Justified' reboot and ‘Daisy Jones and the Six' (40:37). Hosts: Chris Ryan and Andy Greenwald Producer: Kaya McMullen Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Faerden's podcast
184. Joakims skitdag slipping Through His Fingers

Faerden's podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 20, 2022 59:03


En podcast av Joakim och NIklas Faerden! BLI PATREON: https://www.patreon.com/Faerdenspodcast SWISH: 0767661991  

Scott Radley Show
Is Putin's hold on Russia slipping? Why write a book about someone who was PM for 2 months? & Sports Talk with Don Robertson

Scott Radley Show

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 20, 2022 62:10


As the war in Ukraine progresses and the Russian invasion continues to be repelled, people are starting to question Putin's hold on Russia. What are the chances that a coup is waiting to strike? Guest: Dr. Elliot Tepper, Emeritus Professor of Political Science with Carleton University - Writing a book is no small. There is a lot of time that goes into the research and actual writing which means you've got to pick a topic that won't bore you nor your reader. With that in mind, why would someone want to write a book about a prime minister who was in office for a little over 2 months? Let's ask him! Guest: Steve Paikin, Host, The Agenda, TVO - When you move to a new country and its team plays against your former home country's team, who should you cheer for? If one of your players makes a really weird play that doesn't work out, do you scream at them or just go, "what were you thinking?" in the locker room? These questions and much, much more gets answered and debated in this week's edition of Sports Talk with Don Robertson. Guest: Don Robertson, Head Coach & Owner, Dundas Real McCoys & Broker of Record, ComChoice Realty

Scott Radley Show
Bonus Segment - Is Putin's hold on Russia slipping?

Scott Radley Show

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 20, 2022 11:07


As the war in Ukraine progresses and the Russian invasion continues to be repelled, people are starting to question Putin's hold on Russia. What are the chances that a coup is waiting to strike? Guest: Dr. Elliot Tepper, Emeritus Professor of Political Science with Carleton University

Lucy Haughey THE NARCISSIST HUNTER & PUBLISHED AUTHOR
NARC MOMS & timeliness for "the mask slipping" & an attack.

Lucy Haughey THE NARCISSIST HUNTER & PUBLISHED AUTHOR

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 18, 2022 9:11


How long did your Narc Mom last face to face before the mask of normality or civility would slip & she would go into attack mode? #Narcissists #NarcMom #NarcissisticMothers --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/lw-hawksby6/support

Kickoff with Boomer and Valenti
Boomer and Valenti give the rundown from TNF and are the Cowboys slipping?

Kickoff with Boomer and Valenti

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 16, 2022 17:59


Boomer and Valenti discuss TNF. Are the Titans done for? OBJ saga. What does Kyler's future look like? To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices

The Infinite Skrillifiles: OWSLA Confidential

DIPLO/THOMAS YOU THINK THIS IS A FUCKING GAME?! SUPACREE THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT IT IS. DIPLO/THOMAS MAYBE TO YOU! SUPACREE I AM YOU!!' DIPLO Reveals The Seer's Stone. Oh, SHIT, Dude. Where'd you get that?! What's this story. No, don't go in there. Oh, look, a story— I told you this was going to be a long night. I was knocking back preworkout at 8 PM exactly, far out of sight from Travis Apple but not entirely out of mind, it was a personal feat to walk into the gym anymore, let alone by his desk—my spirit seemed to have other ideas at an occupation than I myself had formerly thought, but I was at clever best being dissociative now as I was ever, something springing from within me to be let loose, and though it could be, I thought my best to tame it. Professor Zimmerman It's you again… It's always me. So it is. I found something peculiar in a playback of last night's stream of the observatory— (But) How peculiar? Peculiar enough that I thought you might actually take interest. Touché. — I am dead. Oh fuck—he's dead too?! How'd he die? Let me guess—a drag race. Good guess, but no. Was it murder? It's always murder. Now, now, what's this? Don't touch it? What is it? —touch it and see. Ewhe. That's what I thought. Ketamine. Ketamine? Ketamine? Damn; are those two still doing drugs? They're alwYs doing drugs. That's semi-believable. Anyway. Was it a heart attack? Bingo! This is a heart attack! GODDAMMIT, YOU TWO—KNOCK IT OFF. Sorry— —sorry, mom. PROFESSOR ZIMMERMAN is looking through a telescope. Professor Zimmerman! What? What do you want? —my name in the history books; particularly and more specifically for discovering a previously unknown planet and it's inhabitant species. Fair. I meant— —professor Zimmerman— What do you want, from me? It's not entirely unrelated, I promise. Don't make promises you can't keep. Why would I do that? I don't know why women do what they do. That's sexist. It's honest. —no, to just—assume that I'm a woman. [an awkward silence; professor Zimmerman looks up from his studies to examine the short, rather stout, and particularly androgynous student before him] Oh, uh— [beat] I'm a woman. [in relief] Oh! —It's okay. Still, [disgruntled sigh] —it was sexist. Ugh! Anyway— 1.00 mile 10:17 Deadmau5, album title goes here I felt horrible for Brandon, who was eagerly giving his all—but by now physical attraction meant far more than too much to me, my sex drive climbing seemingly by the minute, and my own physique shrinking down into an admirable average, if not above average, by American standards—excluding of course, the Californians, by which standard I was still morbidly obsese as ever, and might as well just pair up with the likes of Brandon, who may have been equally gifted, were it not for his massive weight—then, it was also a selection of genetic particularities that my drive seemed to be fed by—and between the overall unremarkable appearance, it was the bad housekeeping and general disability to take the four otherwise well-mannered children into habitable people—not entirely his fault, and my own arrogance, failing to mention that by now I had become estranged from my own offspring, giving myself a self-entitled badge of abandonment. So I might as well be nothing. If not a mother, I thoughttrapped to myself—but I didn't think much of myself, besides being In some sort of hell, encapsulated and in my own body. What about him? No, that's—that's deadmau5. Well, he's a man, isn't he?! I wish you would leave me alone. — This is scary. You can't just—back up like that— This is too much light. It's not “too much” It is “too much” So that's it? … (Cont'd) That's it? Oh, I know this one. This one's so good What's this one? “The Liight Bringers” Are you sure that was it? Something like that. No. Something like that. NO. Ugh. I hate this. I hate him. I hate this. You always say that. I always hate it. That's not true. Look. I'm not looking. [she walks away] So that's it?! The Cosmic Owl soars in overhead; He is old, he is wise, and now—he is tired. HE?! I thought it was a ‘she' This is the other sides THE OTHER SIDE? [EDC .5] OH. Fuck. This is going to take forever to explain. Yeah. Where's Pasquale? Where isn't Pasquale? Touche. I felt about a hundred feet tall standing next to Pasquale Rotella, and though I would never admit or mentioned it aflojdfffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff There he is. —and though I never would admit or mention it aloud, I liked that he was short, overall—as it made him seem less intimidating; I was, after all, rather morbidly afraid of him, as I was of anything at all, for that matter—anything that could or did have the power to make or break me. And he did. I found him. Where was he? Aha. What? I mean, it's a place, but it doesn't have a name, really. Oh really? What place is that? If I knew, I'd tell you. Tell me anyway. No, let him. Where have you been? Again, an outstanding diecotomy; If I could say the words to weave the space and time between us, Then would have, or even, Rather smittenly, I'd sing them With the Melodies I'm making (Like excuses for the work that I'm not doing) Or the worlds I'm still not moving with the winds beneath my wings— The wind beneath my wings. What the fuck is this? I don't know. In the end, we are nowhere Sleepless and still and tight Maybe we shouldn't fall asleep Saving what was left behind Standing outside the chalk outline Beside ourselves in time The only thing I want, is the last thing I need Awake and sleepless as stars shine What the fuck is that? You know what?! Stop asking me! WHATTHEFUCK IS THAT? I STILL DON'T KNOW. Let me see. It's a— Let me see! It's a planet. No… It's a planet, and I'm telling you it's a planet, and it's orbiting a star that's bigger than ours. That's a lot of speculation. That's a good eye— It was annoying but it unwelcome how often I had to stop and write, I knew by now if I didn't write what was in my head right then, it might take such a long time to come back around, even if it was good, that by the time it did, it would be out of context. There was nothing I could do to really save myself, or stop myself—and so I let it happen, and while most people were stopping to text, I was in a way, talking to myself—or even, my highest self. It was too late to find anything good to eat until the next morning, but my appetite had been a ravenous and unstoppable force, swapping out hat should have been a healthy amount of sex with a questionable amount of food. Lest not I forget How deep in love I would be, or How deep in love I was, once, Or will be, once I depart this In the wake of wonder, Dreaming, Slipping not into a silence— There I was, at the end of it, Remembering; Never had I once thought What was just a long lost song Becomes none, Or all of my cut cloth Fuck this nonsense. It's not—nonsense. It's a lot of nonsense. It's definitely a lot of something. — Don't shapeshift into my cat anymore— —don't tell me what to do. Don't do that. It's gross! How is it “gross” It's—my cat! I love cats. Stay away from my cat. DON'T TOUCH THAT CAT. is that a euphemism? NO—just— Lol. It is not possible that meowingtons is still alive. I mean, it's possible, just not probable. — Damn! Fuxk! This is a long ass story! So tell it then. I mean—how?! What is that thing, even?! Ku//Ka Well, that's it. What. I quit. You can't quit. I most certainly can quit. — You're going to risk your entire career on this thesis, My entire career is this thesis. Listen to me. You know I valbue your opinion. Well, then listen— —but I value your scientific contributions more. Just trust me. I don't trust you. Then you don't trust yourself. [she leaves the professor in a hollow silence; he lights a cigarette] I hate that she does that. — We probably shouldn't be using this equipment, guys. What?! Why not?! I don't care. Its—really old. 10 26 I don't care. What the Fuxk is this I think they're coordinates. To fuckin—where?! — WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU? What the fuck is wrong with you!? Nobody quite knows. You're so clever. You're an idiot! I'm not an idiot. I'm a doctor. You're a fucking idiot. I'm Dr. Idiot. Your entire career It's a job. It's your career It's a profession. But, professor Zimmerman Doctor, Zimmerman, now, technically. You're an idiot. I'm running out of synonyms. I had tenure. — 9h my God, just PLEASE stop writing! But if ibstop writint l, you dont exist. Qcrually, i exist either way. Not 5o me. Ita a conceprtional universe. It you can think of it, it exists somewhere! Oh, damn. Yeah. Like damn damn. And the more you write rigut now, the worse it gets For me? For me! The Evers, Who What When Where Why and How. WOW. I know! I just now mafe that connection. These guys are my favorites. Who are they? Cut to: A young, brown skinned girl points to the top of a bunch of pinnaples, and shouts, My brothers! Her mother, pulls her in another direction, explaining sweetly and softly, No silly girl, those are pinapples! She picks up the girl, who latches on around the womans neck and sets ger head down over her sjoulder, staring at tge pinapples as she is carried away. She stares longingly. __ Sit down. Is there any Chinese left? A fortune cookie. Ah, that's good. I walked in locked in; Pistol cocked, and pointed towards my head You'll only want me when you have no options left, Or when I'm dead “It's clever” They all said An ambitious endevour End this life, and be devoured By the miester and the misters of the hour How about now? (Or–) How about Now, or How about Now, or How about Now? Or, How about now, or How about now, or How about now? Or, How about Now, or How about Now, or How about Now? Now or Never I said “That's clever” or “How about Now” What do you want from me? I lie for a living; A literal drama queen, don't eat turkey on thanksgiving I'm the worthless word for Surface level thinking on this Earth, or Picking hearses with my cursor, Mercenary, Mercury, or Just a Mercer–But not a Mercedes; I'm paid, but I hate paying; Made the game, but I hate playing I remember making hate to be created Just for entertainment– A belated invitation, Now i'll face it, Back to Basic– But she's laced with Masonry; A tastemaker, maybe But she just wants a family, Whatever that means Wow. How about now? Fuck this. Homelssness. I woul rather kill myself than stay alive I'd rather die than fight Don't want to write this: I'm just a diamond pressurized And i might never see the light I'll never see the lght I see the light There's no honor in suicide But i've devided my mind a million times And now like dynamite in a mine; Collapsed, collided, ad defined by All divine; You'll never see me shine, But deep inside I'd blind you; Guided by the tide, I've come to find you Down, I dive I'm not alive, you know I'm always misaligned But that's beside the point Another suicide attempt Is in the midst– But just what is it; More than just one, is it? Rather die than listen to Skrillex Or take pills just to chill with it For real? this shit again? It wasn't real, all to begin with It's only mental illness cause i'm penniless Now i've got so much to deal with Another wound to heal, Another deal, perhaps I'll make another million in a year, If i'm still here– And i”m still here– And i'm still– Who are you now, and— Who were you then; And— Which part of this, would you want— Or did want, Or just wanted Pondered before in a vision, Outfitted in hooded drapery, The heaviest fabric; A rosary hung from his neck But can't recall the connection In this ressurection I can recall him, But never remember The calling Let's call him Oh, fuck man. ‘Friar Tuck' THAT WAS IT. The high priest of asencion, Was burned in her memory— Not as a friend, But a friend of the enemy; Who she loved and protected, Despite all the envy, She felt for Persephone— Just an unjust figure, A fictional figment of imagination But— Who was I then And who am I now; And what part of him, Would I want, if I wanted Or wished for, Or honored A friend, long forgotten Not a high priest, But a Friar That was it— But before, As Mary, Joseph, and Jesus On the front lines of the war, Not to be started, but ended, as in Preparation, a blood sacrifice I've prepared In a premonition that I'd Give my whole heart again Honest, And honestly slain in the eyes, Of a man I remember, But didn't, when it mattered— Then did, right in front of him Who are we now, and— Who were we then; Let's find out, As time's running out again “Yes, I know him.” She sighed, eyeing from over the rims of the glasses she purchased only earlier to assure she had hidden the tears that she cried for Him— Neither a friend or an enemy, rather The ghost of a shadow she hadn't yet met with again, since he entered her presence Shifting into a tent Now, ripped from the pages of a book she cherished, A page which she promised to never diminish or tarnish would go up in ashes, As totems would fall, Wishes would become granted The PyRAmiD Spell (For Pasquale Rotella) gave gave the man honorary doctorate, and then reneged it, nigga thought he was actually bigger than big sister sick spitter, rip n dip listening to anything but Skrillex that shit is for kids ‘Check it' I hate midi gimmie a synth, something gritty, I'll make it pretty Come and try to get me, I been dead for centuries, Unsolved like a mystery This image don't mean shit to me, I sit to think, I wait to speak, I leak some information on the interwebs just to see how fast it comes back to me I'm actually a master “Untitled 07” It's like a 24/7 job, can't get no rest in, At best you're looking like a slob I kamikaze ‘em all, I am your mom, I will tell you what you are, to me By now, you should know, or see Just a name on my computer screen A friendly neighbor on Easy Street A wish, A lucid dream, A misalignment, so its seems So let me tell you what you are to me: Just make believe (Just make believe) Just make believe (Just make believe) It may be evil (Make believe) Just make believe (Just make believe) A lucid dream I'll tell you what I've seen, and what I see (and What I see) I dare to dream (I dare to dream) But please believe me, I'm as evil as can be Don't let my anything deceive you I'm a fleeting, bleeding Beaten bride to be No, don't believe me I'm the fire and gnashing teeth they preached to you May everything I've written one day reach you And beseech you, Just like you did to me Now let me tell you what I see; Just make believe (Just make believe) It may be evil (Make believe) Just make believe (Just make believe) A lucid dream When I wash up on the beach, From blazing fires of burning seas, Let me sing you all to sleep For every tear I often weep To dream of you A lucid dream Just fucking make believe; And I can make believe we fucked Just so I can get to sleep (Are you proud of me?) Hey. (Sarcastically) Oh, Come In. (Sighs heavily) I fucked up. I'm not surprised. I'm not surprised. Don't copy me. I need help. No arguments there. Dude, I'm serious. __ So first of all oh God, now what– I'm not racist You're extremely racist Racist By Proxy I'm not Racist They do look alike. Check this out: WOAH. That's…not a coincidence. That's definitely not a coincidence. Fuck. This. Shit. Here, take this. So, you dropped this totem… Uh-huh. In the ocean. Yes I did. And that one Ooof. What about– That came off on the moped. How? When I came off the moped. So you admit it. SO! He only let me ride it cause he wanted to ride ME! Nice. Did you sing to him? Uh, I sang for him? What's the difference? Here's every song I've ever written about X.X Just kill yourself. Should I then? I mean, perHAPS. I mean, maaaayyyybeee. You know what? I do know. Fuckthisshit. Fuck it, then. I'm out. I quit. Go find SupaCree. This…is impossible. Nothing is impossible. Except for that. Oh. “Oh.” No, i'm serious. You look serious–I'm just saying. What is this? Don't touch that– What is it? It's– [a tiny explosion] –ugh. Volatile. What the fuck are you into? I told you. You said “music.” What is “Music” [very deep pondering] I hate you. We have to find her. You have to. What! You're not going to help us? I have other things to do. Like what, dude? Like what, broh. Feed My cat; Your cat died. Walk my dog– You don't have a dog. I'm getting one. Oh, Jesus Christ Don't get all religious on me, now, not after that. Not after what? Yeah, which thing? ___ Man. Get me out of here. [shrugs] I hate being stuck in your head. What is THIS. Uh. play dead. What's up with your dog. Ruff. Good boy. I'm a girl. Uhhh–good girl. Wait. Hm. Did that dog just– [???] Nevermind. I've been up for 6 days straight. Tour life, buddy. Ah-huh. Uhh. Can I take a shower in your– Take a sho–? [dog grumphs] Uh, yeah, sure. Thanks. *Shapeshifts* Wow, that's cool. It's so stupid. I came in late to the office, so to speak; it had been an off day, after an off night, plagued by what I was sure to be some sort of demonic magic—I was moving slowly, off beat, and irritated—nevermind the lack of energy, as I moved about as steadily as I could—making arrangements for the next trials to come, as it seemed nearly impossible to move ahead, and yet—somehow, I had been given what seemed like one final chance to survive, or not. I had spent the first part of my day, somehow waking with a gust of light, and ready to take on the tasks at hand—then quickly wiped of anything holy in me by the outrageously disgusting hacking and howling of the seemingly-programmed man-or-something-alike, and into a manic-semi-conscious desperation to piece together what was left of my life—seemingly nothing, but somehow still pieced and patched together by music, the overriding theme being that I would be quickly booted out of any position unsuitable for me; and by now, I was just about unsuitable for everything, besides gym crawling and throwing together pieces of literature unlike any I had before seen, as I was, assuredly beginning to look in every direction for other writers which may have matched my style of the then-present day and age, and to my shagrin had found nearly nothing to gawk about, but at the very least had picked up some novels noteworthy in nature, as they had made me laugh, or somehow otherwise caught my attention. Now in my Arsenal, I had one novel, each respectively written by a woman, a white man, and a black man—every book I had otherwise been drawn to written by black women were, upon cracking to open, too-stereotypically black, or about being a black-girl in some kind of way I knew too much about and had absolutely no interest in reading. I had no idea what caused me to look into a world I had all but shut out of my mind—this someone and something had haunted me for months and even growing into years now, first affectionately, but now growing into an uneasy and painstaking, critical list for something deeper. I hated my ex husband for bringing me to this, and, as I looked at the clock at 5:55 exactly, nearly vomited in disgust at the sprawling obsession I would have to somehow quiet—as there really was no halting the plague of tragic recouping thoughts of Dillon Francis at random—now, daily, for quite some time, even as the automatic writing had nearly stopped entirely; I had become entrapped with daily reminders of things I had written, now welling up with spite and anger, that I had even allowed myself the obsession to begin with—especially after what had happened—or what had not happened—with Sonny, whatever way you wanted to look at it. Now; just left with a burning lust and motion sickness beyond my wildest control upon approaching the matter if it all, nonetheless with peaking curisosity, as he had walked in and out if my dreamscape like a picturesque bandit, even hijacking my own sexuality—now almost didn't want or dream of anything else, and with the un presidented amount of ‘decoys' life had thrown at me—Bruno, the bird speaking man from Belgium with the eyes that burned in striking similarity to Dillon's—and then again with Gabriel, the man who had hired me to DJ in the small cerveceria in Mazunte, who could have been his brother'; a dazzlingly handsome, if not perfect near-replica of Dillon Francis, who, by that point, i couldn't even bear to look at, let alone conjure the spark or touch of romance—even after multiple suggestions that he and his girlfriend had just broken up. I never allowed myself for a moment to believe or think that Dillon—or any of the men I fawned after, for that matter, in reality, a very short list—would ever be settled with the idea of me as a perfect fit; no, I sat in the certain reality that I was cursed, living in the opposite exact of the Allison Wonderland archetype—a woman who I theorized may have been Skrillexed and Dillon Francis'd herself—it seemed to be a pattern of hypnotism I was finally wrapping my head around, and even had learned to respect if not envy: I wanted the codes to create my own version of the worlds I had been spun into—and while I would more than likely never be a light skinned, light eyed beauty Queen; perhaps my own kingdom was meant to be of wit and wealth, rather than vanity. Still, headed back Ibto the desert, I found myself scrolling through open guest lists, excited to take my longtime best friend turned literal goddess club crawling, looking for industry and network connections, if not at least a sex partner that could keep up with my needs, now furiously tearing at me from the inside out—as I scrolled, RSVPing for any acts I hadn't yet seen but had heard of, I found myself trailing off in thought and perhaps looking for something I hadn't realized I would stray into; I knew specifically that Dillon had a residency at the Wynn, and —though I also knew I wouldn't be caught dead at this point anywhere I knew he was, or especially stupid enough to pay for it. Now it was torturous, knowing how regretfully physical my attraction had become—understsnding from my interactions with the aforementioned that I was drawn to Dillon for his features—his eyes, his hair, and everything in his silhouette from his jawline, to his lips and brow drove me absolutely wild—however, I had learned about my very fragile psychiatry from my obsession with Skrillex, or with Sonny—neither of which I wished existed, adding Dillon Francis to the list of fictional characters I pushed further into my imaginary incineration box, where I put everything that not need affect my actual emotions or actions; Dillon Francis, a wealthy and talented, very handsome man—could not exist. I wished more than ever that I wasn't dark skinned, that I wasn't heavy set, that I didn't come with a flaming dumpster full of trauma and baggage that no man wanted or needed, but especially not the wealthy and handsome individuals I had spent very much of the last passing years writing about and fantasizing over, finding it respectably impossible to even have flings or sexual experiences without either of the two most rampant figures of my infatuation crossing into my mind and shrouding me with guilt and shame—and yet, here they were, so out of my element that I continued to agree with myself and the universe that it would be dillusinal to think myself a match for anyone so high-achieving. Nothing I could do or say could shake the fact that despite all my efforts to break through, all it had seemed to do was create a broken down individual, ready for enslavement in the working class just to stay housed—my music aspirations both hanging above me, and somehow fading away into the distance behind me. I hated myself. But more importantly, hated Skrillex and Dillon Francis for living the life I somehow thought I wanted and needed. What is the definitive definition of the word Skrillex? Skrillex: noun...right? What, you don't know? I know! It's...a noun...right? Right. Right--- ---Right! Could also be, an adjective, I guess--i? You guess?! You have to know. I mean--- Coughs ain't shit Skrillex ain't *coughs Satan ain't shit Bitch suck a dick Slit ya wrists On ya pissed off Little ass nigga. A loud, abrupt cough disrupted my focus; I was 5-sets-of-8 out of 8 and just feeling my heart begin to pump, as sweat poured from my temples and my sunglasses steamed “Man, fuck Coughs.” Whoever she was, even if it was just one of my infinite inward selves, this was some satanic shit. Now I hated Skrillex—not that it mattered, and as he was a living legend in computer animated music, or whatever voodoo shit he was responsible for that had sparked an entire uprising of revolutionary artists and producers spanning a generation or more—and I was damned-if-I-did, and damned-if-I-didn't love, like, or listen to him; all of which I did, besides the latter higher love by Whitney Houston, God rest her soul, blared over the gym's loud speakers, as I, more than likely looking just as superficially occupied as any basic broad, scrolling away on Instagram or texting her replicas, jotted down the rest of the thoughts that had nestled themselves in my mind's eye, as the coughing, which had followed me everywhere for nearly four years, beckoned to something—searching for purpose if not means to an end. He had Kayla Lauren, a plastic, streamlined representation of the all-American-deem girl, not to mention a “collective” of other broad women of sorts, probably all inwardly clawing just as I had at one time, for a piece of Sonny's heart, or whatever was left of it, after what I could have only assumed to have been a blood sacrifice of sorts, for his placement atop such a steep pyramid of success. What if, every time someone coughed—someone took a picture? I thought about the millions of hacking imbeciles and inbred, backwards savages who had crowded my ears with the putrid sounds of Satan's show choir, a coughing and excessive hellish representation of how the human race had gone awry; If I had been famous, or on my way to it, I would be burgeoned with photographs, as I had been in Mexico without knowing why or how—people sometimes slinking behind their phones as if to secretly capture a candid photo, I myself, pretending not to be aware of it. Cough cough. Ugh. If every cough represented a fan or something of the sorts taking a picture, I almost reveled in the thought—I would have rather had a million flashing cameras at once than to hear another ingrate hacking up a lung in Satan's honor. I was horrified at whatever Skrillex was, and whatever OWSLA meant, though I broadly showcased the tattoo on my inner-right forearm, opposite of Sonny's—the boy I was sure was murdered by the fame monster itself, as Lady Gaga, though admirable, had blatently called it, or herself, or whatever “we” all were or had been once, or would be, collectively at the beginning-and-end of it all. I had seen broadly into the realms of infinity the night previous, and had settled on one, astonishing fact: all of infinitely combined shared a concéntrical center at which at any point could be accessed. Even typing such a concept, I knew it to be life-altering…if I was even alive. To think, I used to hate deadmau5– I hate deadmau5– You know—after that spat with Skrillex. GO TEAM SKRILLEX!!! SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!! who the fuck is deadmau5, anyway. But here I am, decades later. [skrillex] FUCK THIS NIGGA. I needed something to help offset the damage that was done. [someone coughing loudly] Fuck this coughs bitch! [trying on small clothes] Ohh. [kayla Lauren] [sadness] Aww. [dillon Francis] —well how was I supposed to know he was a— STOP RIGHT THERE! I'm...not moving. Yeah, you're not. Uh, okay? You know why? I didn't ask— You need THIS: What is this. I'll tell you what it is [beat] … Okay—what is it?' ILL TELL YOU WHAT IT IS. — Technically, If I do this every day, I can eat whatever I want— Just eat it. No. But I won't. Well, why not? Too Fat For Skrillex. — [C.C. Arrives in the parking lot to find her car has been vandalized...again.] ...Skrillex did this. On Jimmy Fallon. On Jimmy Fallon. Alright, then, kid—it's your dollar. I'll take “Skrillex Did It” for one dollar. But he's halfway across the world! He can shapeshift! Don't be stupid. What—! He's a shapeshifter, for real. We know! Just don't say it! I saw it. We all have. What the fuck, bro— Where did you come from? I've been here. Haven't we all? That's the spirit. What's a spirit? I'm glad you asked. As SUPACREE walks down the street, a man in the passenger's seat is seen to be the Egyptian God ANUBIS, before shifting back into hidden human form. Which one's that? Anubis, right? Googles 'deities' Oh, there he is: Anubis. Good. What's he want? Whatever it is, that's not what I was looking for. What are you looking for? That dark thing. Which “dark thing”? Flashback: That's inside me?! Flashback to Kite at Bass– UGH! Canyon. That's it. That's what it is. LET ME OUT. It's gonna destroy something. She. She–yes–apparently so. CUT BACK TO Fuck you, Skrillex! Stay over there and be Skrillex with your fucking–models–and you coughs piece of fucking–peice of fucking shit, peice of shit. Oh SHIT, who let him in? I mean, it's Skrillex. Yeah, but who let him near SUPACREE? He does what he wants. I heard that. Fuck you, Skrillex. That sounds deep. I guess so. What even happened? Nobody seems to know. Oh. –Except these guys. Who the fuck are you? Where did you come from?! CULT FOLLOWERS Yes–”WHO” Yes–”WHERE” Uh, okay. SUPACREE Fuck this shit. I quit. You can't quit. I just did. Fuck Skrillex. Ah, shit, here it comes. Go ahead, the worst he can do is cough at me and make me homeless. *loud obnoxious coughing* Do your worst. *more loud coughing* Fuckin'. Satan's pet. Satan's not real! Then neither is Skrillex. Amen. (Cult Followers, In unison.) Amen. [SUPACREE exits furiously.] What…the fuck. Pause. Wait, is this marketable? Yes. How? Cause its Skrillex. Skrillex is clickbait. What the FUCK did he do? *COUGHS* I mean, I bet– Fucking–motherfucker. Fuck. Well, now what? Now, nothing. I'mma go get a regular job and see what the industry wants with Jessica. (((Oh, I think you know what they want.))) ((Oh, God Knows)) I thought we weren't doing that bit. We're doing all the bits. MORTY. JESSICA. Oh yeah. Even better. C'esme't sighs heavily, unamused. My liege. Don't be coy with me. I would never. There are hardly any things left you would never do. If not only because I had done them all; But to be coy, with you, my Queen is neither desire or pleasure. You are clever. At your discretion. I began to wonder if I may have looked as miserable as I was, as even though I could not see my own self, walking about in my day-to-day nothingness, the expression protruding from my face felt as if it might look as lifeless as I was beginning to feel, no longer wholly choking back tears but still moving and barely breathing in the awful circumstance of doing and being–I had felt the light itself slowly draining from my eyes, and even things I loved with all my heart could not in any sense brighten this dullness. I felt Godless, and at the very least loveless, lightless, and without my magic, somehow having lost my soul and my singing voice at once. Yes, it was terrible–something was wrong, and I, without becoming the star I had so wanted, was already washing up. Homelessness drained all of what would have been a magnificent energy all together, left to become someone I wasn't sure I even liked, and seemingly cursed, as most recently, no one else seemed to like me either--still, I almost let myself believe something bigger was at play, or perhaps in the works; I had been relocated just perfect walking distance to the gym, where of course rather than look for work which would only urge me closer to suicide than I had been, I elected instead to spend a majority of my time, crafting my days around getting there for the bare minimum of three hours, but ideally closer to 5 or 6, always aiming for 8 and almost-always giving up not because I was too tired, but because I was drenched in sweat, and something like the discomfort of a wet diaper, just wanted to be fresh and dry. God, Help me with this affliction Pick a clip, Flick the bean, And watch Netflix I'm stressin, wet and undressin This sexual tension is serious Salad, with no dressin I'm the lady in the red dress, and yes I write blank checks, so when I go to Heck, I bounce back like, “Yes.” [YES] No pressure, It's my pleasure; I'd rather be in leather than in latex, lathered up Present, or past but honestly, neither matters; Just give this to Marshall Mathers, And a Dad Hat; AMEN Hey Kids, Lets not say “Amen”, After we say hanuss shit, okay? Today, I'm Eminem, so I can finally find Skrillex, And kill him: My mission is to introduce a new religion to humans, called STOP BEING STUPID. Stop Being Skrillex. Well, Alright Then. [Presses Easy Button] “WELL, THAT WAS-- CUT TO: -__- SUPACREE wakes up from a coma; In a very SKRILLEX, Get out. [He just does.] ...Where's Dillon Francis? ...Dillon Is Dead. Dilon Francis Died. He's...left us. ...Nope. Yes, he is. SUPACREE, I'm Sorry. Don't be sorry. Be Dillon Francis. The Coma--You know---must've-- You know. Nope. Where's Pasquale? Who is that? Oh, fuck this. No, wait, stop! STAHP. Bring Skrillex Back. I never left. You're never there. Here, Tres Leches … Dulce De Leche. You know what? What? NO. NO? NO. __ ALRIGHT, WHERE'S DILLON FRANCIS? Who is that? STOP PLAYING GAMES. DILLON FRANCIS is in THE VOID, trying to beat THE LEGEND of SUPACREE. It's a really good game. DILLON FRANCIS (cracked) “It's a really good game!” GAMERS It is, a really good game. So good, in fact, that when SUPACREE herself arrives, S/He pays her almost entirely no mind. Really, Dillon Francis? ... Really, Motherfucker. DILLON FRANCIS I'm The Captain SUPACREE No, I am. (I AM!) She gestures that she is about to unplug the TV DILLON FRANCIS Don't do that. SUPACREE What? I am (I AM) Don't do it again! I told you, it's-- IN Dillon. DILLON Don't FIN. SUPACREE Unplugs the Set. DEADMAU5 FUCK, MAN. FINALLY. SUPACREE Be Less Canadian. JOEL No, I can't DILLON FRANCIS No, He can't-- JESUS No, he can't. [Beat] DILLON IS SHATTERED, as at the last moment (before the determination of the outcome of the battle, it entirely ceases to exist. Moments of silence pass in infinite tension, before DILLON, looking much like an uncomfortable, overheated, skinless (live) chicken, meets a soon to be boiled crab. OH, MY GOD. GAD/SUPACREE/C.C. That's... what they call me. *coughs* -UGLY!- *coughs* *coughs* GOD. GOD No, not you. DILLON FRANCIS ...Oh, My God. GOD What, Dillon Francis? DILLON FRANCIS Are you SUPACREE? GOD I...Am. DILLON FRANCIS Oh My God--I am too! GOD I know this. DILLON FRANCIS Oh My God! GOD Yeah, I know! Woah, he's Fangirling He's fangirling so hard. Well, wouldn't you. Ask me about IT.” (IS/IT) 3 heads are better than one; This is a a game based on truth; The more you ask, the more you know; The more you know about me— The more you know about yourself— The more you know about yourself, the more you know about the world You are the world. Ī ∆ M Ū. Goddammit! You son of a bitch. She won't watch it I bet she will They know I will He knows I am! I am! Oh, there we go—it's on Get off me! Goddammit, Dillon Francis! I hate you. I hate you BACK! GO BACK! GO BACK! GO BACK–WHEN TO THE WYNN!! Right—! Wait—- Not yet— I know the code. Oh she– she knows what the code is. What did I put it in? I get it, I get it, it's— Not now, then! Not then, now! Not— Wait—- DONT! ...then, I die. The DJ VALET AND THE DJ BALLET THE BAMPHERAMPH BALANCING ACT WITH THE CHAMPION OF RAP?!? ...ohhh, wave dash, I get it… Ū Alright. GOD This is the part where you don't sleep. SUPACREE Oh no. GOD You've been ‘Don't Eating' for like, 8 months now. Now it's time to Don't Sleep. SUPACREE Yikes. Û You can bet we'll have it done by the beginning of next semester. GERALD Next semester's set to not even be in a classroom. Ï Even better. Remote binge worthy media. Excerpt From: “Blū and The Cosmic Owl” ... ...Having found the fallen owl, he glances up at the sky, just as another shooting star flies by. In awe, he stands at the giant animal, who pants in a tragically cry in pain. He sorrowfully glances into the bird's giant eye, crying as his tears spill into the trail of blood, a sparkling dark purple river, streaked with the silver streams of moonlit tears and the golden gleam of a lucid dream; her dilated pupils reflect all the cosmos, sparkling through the three round dials; some sound, which has never heard or even fathomed to be made, a vibration ringing as it aligns with his light, which also shines now through his dark brown eyes; He is hypnotized, nearly full of light in a state of trance as he begins to float upward, levitating just slightly--A SUDDEN FLASH OF COSMIC LIGHT, as the wounded bird, morphs into a matching [humanoid] being, abruptly changing the frequency from a hypnotising lull, to an ear-shattering, soul startling and painstaking frequency. As they both hover above the ground-- still in levitation, he quickly looks down worriedly, then back up at the being--now matching in age, as The Princess, a pretty poised and painted warrior, adorned with the royally decadent white and purple trimmed fashion, crystals and gemstones of the galaxies imbedded into her sashes. He's enamoured and intrigued, less terrified than excited; however her eyes, now changing a through colors of neon light, reflect her terrified and painful confusion, having been wounded with the weapon of ‘man'--he falls toward the ground, suddenly, groaning in pain, then turning into a fetal position from which he cowers in fear under her. A tear, which has formed in her eye, nearly falls; she forcefully reabsorbs it back into her eyes, as she calms herself down, lowering gracefully to the ground. She crouches over him, thinking twice quite literally, before angrily kneeling over him, yielding a ball of fire out of one hand, holding him by his shirt with the other--he cowers in fear, now--his awestruck chased away by the apparent power of this being; she quickly throws her fireball at a nearby bush, lighting it as he glares at the sight slightly stupified by the fire light, which he likes. A splash of water drenches him from head to toe, blasting off his pink glasses and shattering playful spry outlook with a very grumpy pout, as he stands up, dripping from head to toe. She stands, one leg crossed over the other, another dream of water floating in her hand; as he stands dripping, she blasts him again, with the intensity of a firehose pushing him back. Taking awhile to get back, she waits, meditating by the bush as a campfire, as he, still dripping approaches. She looks out of one eye, unassumingly continuing to meditate as he approaches the fire, which he sits by, as closely and cautiously on the other side, trying to get dry. She looks at him from the other eye, calmly sighing as she blasts him with the surprise of an almost blow dry, which she provides by colliding her hands stretched outwardly towards him; the heated gust leaves him looking somewhat like a freshly groomed poodle--his dark brown hair to match his sweet and gentle eyes, by which, his glasses having been blasted off a third time, he notices as he pushes up on the bridge of his nose, realizing he's lost them again--before he can even (literally) think to retrieve them, they float, guided by her telekinetic twisting of her index finger. BLŪ ...thank you... Still unable to form words, she just gazes at him from over the firelight, sternly searching perhaps, for the way to create a translation between her native telepathic ways of communication, or any of the alien languages--she is unfamiliar with this, though captioned in (several, actually) alien languages, we, as the audience can perceive any of the dialogue just to be "english". PRINCESS Why would you do that?! BLŪ What?! PRINCESS What you did to me! BLŪ I didn't mean to! PRINCESS Mean to what? BLŪ Shoot you!? I-- PRINCESS Why would you ‘shoot' an Owl!? BLŪ An ‘owl?' I'm sorry! I didn't! PRINCESS Didn't what? LOOK. [She appears, even still, to be wounded.] BLŪ I--I never-- PRINCESS Never what? BLŪ I've never seen an ‘owl' before… PRINCESS So you just--!? BLŪ I'm sorry! PRINCESS What were you attempting to do? BLŪ I don't know! PRINCESS You don't know? BLŪ No! I just-- PRINCESS You? BLŪ I...just… PRINCESS You… BLŪ I… PRINCESS … [She appears to be bleeding through the sheath of her bodice.] BLU ...Are you ok? CYPHER I: ‘The Coffee Run' This is my job, Like this is your job I look at the jaw I want what you want This is my planet we're on This is is my plan, I got lost in it Maybe I'm wrong, but I'm not You just want a nut with a butt I just want a bud-- [Sample, Dillon Francis: Hey Buddy! (The Coffee Run)] --I'm not your buddy. Ah. Look at that car; I'm on a coffee run at McDonald's How much does it cost? A dollar, one— It's like putting gas in my car, I don't wanna I don't wanna I don't wanna Call Jimmy Fallon to borrow a dollar. It's a coffee run A coffee run A coffee run; You cough, I run You like? I'm fun The west was won by everything under the Sun, Run it This--soul. Yes? It is...of light? It is. And? (A concept unbeknownst the the dark and evil underlords of Satan's realm, which has expanded far beyond hell, into the upper reaches of our world, consuming in darkness everything it can.) Something else… What? Something powerful. It is...beyond words. How? That is, yet to be understood. Mmm… ________________ INT. SOMEWHERE IN ALASKA. DAY. [Before the initial collision... ] DEVIL Exited for EDC? Ï Are you serious? DEVIL Is Dillon Francis going to be there? Ï Dillon Francis? DEVIL Yeah. DJ Dillon Francis. Ï Uh. I don't know. And I don't care. DEVIL Why not? This guy is awesome. Ï (rolling eyes) Since when do you listen to EDM? DEVIL I don't. Just Dillon Francis. He's fuckin hilarious. Look at this. VIDEO: NEED YOU, NGHTMRE & DILLON FRANCIS Ï Huh. CUT TO: DILLON FRANCIS arrives through a portal onto Venice beach, just moments before SUPACREE arrives; Where he is ‘kidnapped' into an Egyptian crystal shop. CUT TO SUPACREE What the FUCK! Dillon Francis isn't the answer to anything, even if someone is pointing at him, asking "Who the fuck is that?" HANZEL Wvell that's because ze answer is "DJ Dillon Francis" Ū Exactly. SUPACREE Oh, please. CUT TO: INT. THE GREAT SALTAIR. SALT LAKE CITY, UT. [SŪP∆ is on the lineup; she prepares for her set. She lurks down into the dancefloor, hiding in the risers, looking over the crowd to read the room. As she peers into the corner nearest to the bar, she suddenly stops, tipping down the rims of her glasses and squinting sternly, scanning over the large group...she intensely scopes a tall, and lanky brunette hunched drunkenly in the corner, one sleeve of her I'll fitting oversized jacket hanging off her shoulder unevenly. Even from afar, she looks tequila toasted.] SŪP∆ Yikes. [She looks down at her [watch, which appears to be a early version of the Synesthesia Panel] it is 7:35.] SŪP∆ (CONT'D) Annnnnd--the night is young… [She peers once more into the corner, to see the girl stumbling towards the restroom sloppily, hunched shoulders and struggling to keep her oversized jacket "on", over her high waisted shorts, accompanied by black fishnets and babydoll crop top, stomping in her stupor towards the restroom. She thinks for a moment, then exits downstairs intently. Downstairs, She is greeted by one of the stagehands. They PLUR and hug. ] DIMITRI Heeeeey. Happy Rave Dayyy. SŪP∆ Every day is rave day. DIMITRI I wish. SŪP∆ Wishes come true. DIMITRI Ugh, I wish. SŪP∆ Don't waste a wish on a wish. They all come true. DIMITRI Think so? SŪP∆ Know so. Like--know-know… so…don't wish for stupid shit; you don't know how many wishes you actually get, so just...be...specific. [He is starry eyed, gazing at her in a dreamlike trance.] SŪP∆ (CONT'D) ...like super specific. DIMITRI ...Specific…Wishes… SŪP∆ ‘Rollin'? [DIMITRI nods happily, bouncing to the upbeat bass house music coming from the mainstage.] SŪP∆ Just kicked in? DIMITRI (shaking head in agreement) Yuh. SŪP∆ Water? [She produces a bottled water out of "nowhere" (the void in her energy field which manifests items most needed/useful immediately [DIMITRI takes the water, amazed that she literally pulled it out of nowhere right in front of him; however, his Befuddled expression suggests curiosity that he is "tripping", which he quickly shrugs off, still bouncing happily to the music as he takes a drink (nearly the entire bottle), giving him life. (As he catches his breath, he looks up to see a tricolor of gumstucks fanned before him, his eyes light up.] SŪP∆ Spearmint, peppermint, winter fresh. DIMITRI ...ohhhh shittttt, winter fresh…! [He happily takes a stick, as the DJ loops [live sampling] the word "fresh", and they share a dance breakdown; Dimitri finishes his water and starts on his stick of gum. She produces a trash bag out of thin air, gesturing vanna white style, again as DIMITRI 'checks' himself, clearly unaware of Supa's Powers.] SŪP∆ Trash. [He enters his trash into the bag, after which, it immediately collapses, as it vanishes.] DIMITRI ...what was...what was that. SŪP∆ That...was...trash...magic…bags…brand...bags. ((( ))) (Magic Isn't Real!) SŪP∆ Oh, fuck, right. DILLON FRANCIS(in the next dimension over) DILLON FRANCIS Is. SŪP∆ Uh, Personal Space. DILLON FRANCIS Telepathy wasn't invented for "personal space" SŪP∆ Telepathy wasn't invented at all. DILLON FRANCIS Exactly. It's--Magic. Hence. SŪP∆ This has been previously established. DILLON FRANCIS I'm reinforcing the foundations...established...previously. SŪP∆ Uh, Don't you have half an album to finish? DILLON FRANCIS Uh, Don't you have a rave frozen in an unstable time warp, just so we can have this conversation--? Which, by the way, I'm pretty sure does not comply with aforementioned...reinforced foundations, Previously...established… SŪP∆ So what's the other half of thAt… was it even an album. Is it an EP? DILLON FRANCIS Nice view from the dancefloor, by the way, Jeez--JEEZ! I mean, I guess once you get used to the view from the stage, behind--you know --where the actual DJs...DJ. Behind the decks. In the DJ booth. For the DJ. SŪP∆ ...k… DILLON FRANCIS Which you're not. SŪP∆ Oh, I'm not. DILLON FRANCIS No. You're just...Dillusionally, probably permanently and terminally...not a DJ. SŪP∆ ‘Not a DJ.' DILLON FRANCIS Not a DJ. Right. SŪP∆ Not a DJ...with Magic. DILLON FRANCIS Maybe, mildly, weirdly magic--definitely not a DJ. Ever. SŪP∆ Okay. Not-- DILLON FRANCIS Not ever-- SŪP∆ Oh right, not Ever--s BOTH --a DJ. DILLON FRANCIS I'm glad you finally understand. We so, so appreciate the FANS, though. SŪP∆ BIG fan. BIG Dillon Francis fan. DILLON FRANCIS I know. I have…I'm telepathic. I'm also a DJ. Like, a real DJ. With...fans. AND albums. SŪP∆ So many fans. DILLON FRANCIS And albums. Like, tracks. SŪP∆ Right. Tracks. Got That Track Magic. DILLON FRANCIS Tracks. SŪP∆ I just got that, fan magic. And you know, actual magic. Thanks Dillon Francis-- DILLON FRANCIS DJ Dillon Francis SŪP∆ Right. DJ Dillon Francis. So many fans. DILLON FRANCIS but you're my best fan. SŪP∆ Best Fan! DILLON FRANCIS BEST FAN AWARD. SŪP∆ YEAH. DILLON FRANCIS FAN CAM! SŪP∆ ONE FOR THE FAN GRAM! DILLON FRANCIS THE *BEST* FAN GRAM. SŪP∆ YEAH. [Posing for a selfie, she uses one of her rave weapons (which is, actually just a regular iPhone) spitefully flashes him into a cross parallel dimension, outside of Bampheramph jurisdiction, trapping him in an intractable dimension; the photo created a time warp and intersectable checkpoint in time. She unfreezes the rave.] DIMITRI ...magic…? SŪP∆ Uh--no! ‘magic'. The music is magic, Just trash bags...brand...yeah. DIMITRI trash...brand...bags... SŪP∆ ...yeah... [They continue to dance; she nervously looks over her shoulder for possible alternate versions of DILLON FRANCIS At the end of the break, an immediate change of tone--she readjusts her outfit and hair, collecting herself in a snap--grabbing DIMITRI by his shoulder and pulling him closer, crouching lower into a "gameplay" position.) SŪP∆ (CONT'D) Now, business talk time. DIMITRI Serious face? [She nods adamantly. DIMITRI tries to straighten up, and "get serious, still bouncing along to the beat, adjusting his sunglasses.] CUT TO: EXT. THE OPEN SEAS. DAY [In a nearby dimension, As SKRILLEX and *alt* DILLON FRANCIS continue to battle, they cross paths at sea.] SKRILLEX Nice Dinghy, dude. DILLON FRANCIS It's...not a dinghy. It's a miniature yacht, and you're talking a lot, for someone that's more of a prop, than the dialogue. SKRILLEX Prop. Plot device. Main character. Oh shit dude--I might even star of the show. DILLON FRANCIS She's the star of the show. SKRILLEX Not without me. [A BAMPHERAMPH teleportals onto SKRILLEX'S boat, tagging him, BAMPHERAMPH TAG, YOU'RE IT. [He disappears into another portal.] SKRILLEX I'm it. DILLON FRANCIS Nah, you're just “Skrillex.” SKRILLEX That's--all you need. [A MOTHERFUCKER portals onto SKRILLEX'S boat, via another portal, handing him an *object*] MOTHERFUCKER Humility. You need it. SKRILLEX ...I made the HUMBLE remix. MOTHERFUCKER Yeah you did. [THE MOTHERFUCKER disappears into a portal; SKRILLEX unwraps the object; It is a pie, labeled ‘HUMBLE PIE.'] SKRILLEX Hm. FLASHBACK: BASS DROP, HUMBLE (Skrillex Remix) CUT BACK: As the bass drops, the pie explodes; This leaves him covered in a very fruity mess, and a *bass face* CUT TO: INT. OWSLA HQ. DAY MANAGER I don't think it's good for you, If you do this movie. SONNY/SKRILLEX Movies. It's like a series. Or a saga, oh--god, I don't know. [DILLON FRANCIS shows up, out of nowhere.] DILON FRANCIS Yeah. She is. Like a God, and you're not, man. So you know...I mean… SKRILLEX Actually heh. First of all, you tell me what the price of ‘Everliving Skrillex' is, I'll wait. DILLON FRANCIS My pants are currently selling for 69.99 right now. SKRILLEX My left sock was 69.99 this morning. MANAGER Why are you buying individual socks--??? DILLON FRANCIS Why are you buying socks in the mornings? MANAGER You're up late, how are you even up in the morning?! DILLON FRANCIS Do you ever sleep? Does a Skrillex sleep? MANAGER Who are you again? DILLON FRANCIS I'm Dillon Francis. DJ- Dillon Francis. SKRILLEX Does a Dillon Francis DJ? Or wear proper fitting pants? Or do anything? Anything cool at all? Yeah actually--He pushed Skrillex off a miniature yacht! SKRILLEX ...What? [DILLON FRANCIS portals them back onto the YACHT SCENE.] *alt* SKRILLEX and *alt* DILLON FRANCIS are still fighting; They are now both on the deck of SKRILLEX's boat, DILLON FRANCIS's mini yacht burning/ devastated by what appears to be a giant kraken in the background.] ALT/SKRILLEX FUCK YOUR MINIATURE YACHT. ALT/DILLON FRANCIS You're a miniature yacht! SKRILLEX Is that US?! MANAGER I told you... ALT/SKRILLEX You're not a good villain. Or at anything, really! You're just…'Dillon Francis. ‘ ALT/DILLON FRANCIS And you're just stranded in the ocean. ALT/SKRILLEX It's okay, it's hella refreshing! UNLIKE YOUR MUSIC. ALT/DILLON FRANCIS You know what--? DILLON FRANCIS (to his alternate self) I got this. ALT/SKRILLEX Huh? [DILLON FRANCIS blasts ALT/SKRILLEX into a portal, which whirlpools him into an alternate dimension; SKRILLEX and the MANAGER look on in horror.] ALT/DILLON FRANCIS Oh God, Finally! DILLON FRANCIS Yeah, I know. ALT/DILLON FRANCIS That took FOREVER. [DILLON FRANCIS rolls his eyes and hands his alternate self a small object*.] ALT/ DILLON FRANCIS By the way-- [He opens up another portal, reaching out just to jump into it, exclaiming:] ALT/DILLON FRANCIS (CONT'D) Tag, you're it. [He disappears into the portal.] DILLON FRANCIS OH, GOD DAMMIT. COMEUPOUTDAWAHTA, S U P A C R E E M I X X __________ SKRILLEX Get off my Alien Planet! Don't touch it! It's my alien planet, nobody land on it. DILLON FRANCIS Suhweeet planet… SUPACREE No! Don't land on that planet! [He lands.] SUPACREE God DAMMIT. GOD I can't do that. You know I can't do that. It's a whole planet just--give it time. SUPACREE I gave it spacetime! I am time! GOD I know you are, dear. Just be patient. SUPACREE Be patient? He went and put his DILLON FRANCIS all over it. JESUS Let Dillon Francis play with your planet, yeah? SUPACREE What?? No, can't have it, it's my planet. No. JESUS But he already put his Dillon on it, you know how that goes. SUPACREE I do know how it goes. I wrote it. GOD How does it go? It goes: SUPACREE --No--No--Dillon Francis, go home. /SKRILLEX No planet for Dillon Francis. SUPACREE This isn't Dillon Francis Land, it's closed. And also Not. Your. Planet. Go. Home. GOD That had a lot of heart, hun. SUPACREE And no Dillon Francis. JESUS Actually, it had a lot of that, too. SKRILLEX Aha. SUPACREE --Aha, well it's about to have a lot of not-that, I'm about to knock the not-that-hot-sauce off his-- /SKRILLEX --mini yacht knocking-- SUPACREE --sock-rocking-planet-blocking-motherfacker!!!! RAAGGHHH…!! /SKRILLEX AGHRAHGHHGH!!! JESUS Whew. Did you just eat a McFury? SUPACREE MAYBEITWASAFUCKISDILLONFRANCISDOINGONMYPLANETSANWHICH. SUPACREE + SKRILLEX FUCK DILLON FRANCIS. JESUS sounds like a lot. / Sounds Like A Mouthful. SUPACREE/SKRILLEX It wasn't. Ever. Never. / It's not. (Alternately) _______ DILLON FRANCIS Hey. This is a nice planet. Ū He's gonna be like-- DILLON FRANCIS Like flabbergasted. Ū Past Flabbergasted. Did he see you land? DILLON FRANCIS Yeah. Ū Good. Lol. Did he get the coupon? DILLON FRANCIS --Yes. (Previously) [Dillon Lurks In The Background with the SupaCreepers (binoculars). SKRILLEX finds the coupon.] $-FREE MCFURY. SKRILLEX ...oh, shit. Mm! Yeah-yeah! CUT BACK TO Ū Hehehe. EXT. AN ‘ALIEN' PLANET. SPACE THE SKRILLEX Enters The Atmosphere. THE SKRILLEX 'I AM SKRILLEX' S- Sunnï Blū, Ninja Guru Singer/Songwriter Ū- The Anti-Anti-Hero, the Superhero Persona, Ninja Assassin, and Mothafuckin' Bampheramph P-PEACE (Piece, Piece of the Puzzle, Piece of Pie, etc.) Problemo (Exists when too many plot holes and complexities arrive, also “The Pretender”, who just ignores when crazy shit happens, questions all realities (?) Alt+J- SUPACREE, The DIvine Trinity C- (Copyright Symbol) The Original Cree, Alternately Chak Chel, the ancient spirit guide ‘trapped' inside of the Physical Body to Accompany and Assist through magic, rituals, and energy manipulation through music, time space, and all reality which exists within the fathomable and expanding infinite consciousness. (thought to be ancient, however actually originating from hyper intelligent and extraterrestrial existence in the outer realms. Caricatures (“Characters” Based On Various Entertainment Artists Personas, To Be Played (As themselves) S-Dillon Francis U-Dillon Frances P-Dillon T. Francis A-Dillon Flances C-Dillon Glances R-Dillon France Is E-Fillon Dances E-(Fictional Dillon) Francis/Is Pasquale -DJ Hanzel -DJ Rich As Fuck -Gerald -N(E)RD (Pronounced” NED”) Sonny Moore/Skrillex -Hereby referenced to as SS, there exists “Infinite Skrillex” variably throughout the Multiverse, however, Skrillex himself is (secretly) the singular (and seemingly random apparent “phenomenon”) of his kind. A rare and shiny seemingly shapeshifting sorcerer, the concept and use of “Fictional Skrillex” is separated into a multitude of characters, uses and ambiguities explained throughout the series. *Spoiler*, Tying into the Theme of an Ever Expanding (and alternately, Collapsing/Compressing) Infinite Multidimensional, The Term Skrillex can refer the the Persona, or Person as Himself, but alternately is used as a noun, pronoun, verb, or adjective--even sometimes as a profanity, or to be referred to as a “race”. Sammi B,/LSDream/Brillz -Sam I Am (Festival Trip Alter Ego) -I Am Sam (Festival Trip Second Alter Ego) Pasqualle Rotella A nameless, untranslatable into spoken or written language symbol, to be decided. An Ultra-Omnipitent giant (predominately purple, but emanating all colors of the cosmos) Galaxy of Ultra Concious Light Waves, SoundFrequencies, and Own Planetary Solar System, Boasting Stars which rival our own sun. A brilliant Collection of Space Dust (A relative of “Fart”, from Rick and Morty) Evil Pasquale Pasqualle Is Dillon Francis Mr. Rager (Underground Pasqualle) A No-Named Burner and Ultimate Raver, whose domain is the kingdom of the underground rave scene--he detests the mainstream, traveling (across time, as an undercover Bampheramph), Wally (Never started Insomniac, Works At Walmart as Greeter. Never Raved.) In a homage to the second back to the future, U has traveled back to 1993 to create a reality where Google and Insomniac, etc. are owned and operated by SupaCree, skewing into an adjacent timeline in the future where her superstardom and rise to fame begins as a child star on Disney Channel, crossing multiple timelines interdimensionally intersected on the Infinite Grid so complex, it begins to create a disastrous series of knots, loops, and voids, tangled now permanently into the fabric of time. Wally is asked to fill in for his coworker in the photography section, where he develops photos from a disposable camera and is enamoured by the dazzling magic of EDC captured on camera. His eyes widen as he glimpses into the photos; it is love at first sight. He makes doubles of the photos, later creating a vision board (used as a totem, easter egg throughout series) Wally's World lol The Ascended Masters The Psychonauts The Bampheramphs (& Mothafuckin' Bampheramphs, Respectively) The Insomniacs (& Pasquallians, a secret sect of magicians, sorcerers and alchemists, seers and mystics carefully selected as keyholders to ‘The Secret Gates', a secret interdimensional transit system hidden beyond VIP (VIP+, VIP++, VIP+++, and VIP (+/-) which actually contains an underground city, a massive classified compound which exists between cross dimensions, allowing for shifts in the timespace continuums and temporary constructs of reality adjust by a mastery of manipulative conception, a complete control of energy--even allowing for such things as matter to appear, disappear, The Toxic Avengers, Traveling across the Multiverse to Avenge the annihilation, assassinations, and massacre of The Infinite Skrillex Cinematic Adventures With The Insimniacs Lol ew. *The Insomniacs DILLON FRANCIS hijacks THE BLACK PARADE. What the fuck is this? I don't know. Is he a pirate? I doubt it. No, those are pirates. Oh, shit, pirates. Yarg. Uh, okay. I didn't want to do this. Nobody asked you! Why are you like this? Stop being a little bitch, Dillon Francis— please, grow some balls. I have balls. Grow bigger balls, then. You're so mean. Shut—thefuck UP. Why are you like this? UGH—! SUNNÏ BLŪ is drinking rum again, disregarding the house arrest anklet entirely. YARG! Sunnï, the police are coming! The police are always coming! UGH!!! THEY TRYNA KEEP A BLACK MAN DOWN! [kicks trash can over] SUNNÏ. YO-HO-HO—-*belches* BITCH Oh, my God. I AM GOD. GOD WORSHIPS ME. I'M A PIRATE. You're about to go to jail. Again! FUCK THESE N*GGAS. [sirens blaring; the paparazzi arrives] Warm up my forearms Before a performance Warning: I got warrants Call florance, my lawyer —bitch, yur below me, I'm the only, Blow me You should owe me — OH, that's hilarious. JACK BLACK THIS IS FUNNY TO YOU?! YES. ITS MOT FUNNY. You look ridiculous. Do you know where I just came from?! Uh. Wednesday afternoon church? No! The 60's! Was it racist? YES. You look racist. This isn't funny! You need to fix this! I need to eat impossible chicken tinders. That sounds gross You look gross! You! Fix this! Where are you going?! Somewhere safe before the acid kicks in! You took acid?! IN THE 60's! Okay, have fun Have fun with your yuck-nuggets PASQUALE Wanna hear some tea? …no. CC! It's me! CARMELLA?! —YES—and no! Why are you Pasquale? Who's “Pasquale?” I met this guy at work! What?! Do you like it?! No! What. Did I not do it right?! No—! I mean—yes- but, Carmella— Huh I never taught you what to do with the other person when you're shape shifting into their body So?! UGH-/! No!! Where's Pasquale?! Who is that!? UGH. —- Hey. You came to winco at 3 AM for some Pringle's and franks red hot sauce *sets milk down* And white milk. It's la

Dodgers Nation: Blue Heaven Podcast
Episode 301 - Why Dodgers Aren't Making Big Signings, Dansby Swanson Answer at Short? LA Slipping in NL?

Dodgers Nation: Blue Heaven Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 13, 2022 81:14


The Dodgers continue to be quiet in the offseason while other teams in the National League seem to be making splashy moves to chase a championship like the New York Mets, San Diego Padres, and Atlanta Braves. We dive into why Andrew Friedman and the front office don't seem to be in a hurry to make a big move in the offseason quite yet. The Dodgers did seem to lose out on some free agents that were linked with LA like Kodai Senga and Kevin Kiermaier. We also take a deep dive into the hot stove and see what the latest is on the Dodgers filling the hole at shortstop...will it be a Carlos Correa or potentially Dansby Swanson, who was linked to the Dodgers this past weekend. Justin Turner seems to be getting some offers elsewhere around the league...is this potentially the end of the Dodgers and JT or will they find their way back together? Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

The Sharyl Attkisson Podcast
168. Media Mistakes, Slipping Standards, and the 60 Minutes Problem (From Archives)

The Sharyl Attkisson Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 9, 2022 52:13


This podcast was first published in April 2021 but disappeared some months later. It is now revived, by popular demand! A hard look at slipping journalism standards, the 60 Minutes DeSantis story, and the devastating fallout when it comes to fairness and accuracy. Subscribe to my two podcasts: “The Sharyl Attkisson Podcast” and “Full Measure After Hours.” Leave a review, subscribe and share with your friends! Support independent journalism by visiting the new Sharyl Attkisson store. Order “Slanted: How the News Media Taught Us to Love Censorship and Hate Journalism” by Sharyl Attkisson at Harper Collins, Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Books a Million, IndieBound, Bookshop! --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/sharylattkissonpodcast/message

The Dental Marketer
427: Gary Bird | Your Marketing Dollars May Be Slipping Through the Cracks Without These Systems

The Dental Marketer

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 8, 2022


Join this podcast's Facebook Group: The Dental Marketer SocietyJoin my newsletter: https://thedentalmarketer.lpages.co/newsletter/[Click here to leave a review on iTunes]‍‍Guest: Gary BirdBusiness Name: SMC Dental MarketingCheck out Gary's Media:‍Instagram: @thegarybirdHis Podcasts: Dental Marketing Theory and Dental Rift PodcastThe Kolbe Test‍Host: Michael Arias‍Website: The Dental Marketer Join my newsletter: https://thedentalmarketer.lpages.co/newsletter/‍Join this podcast's Facebook Group: The Dental Marketer Society‍‍My Key Takeaways:If you have ADHD, it might be an advantage as an entrepreneur!You need 3 types of people in a successful business: The make it up person, the make it real person, and the make it recurring person.You can have the best marketing in the world, but if your phone or internal systems are lacking it won't matter.Dentists typically go through 3 phases: Getting good at their craft, learning entrepreneurship, and then learning leadership.Creating a great team culture not only attracts A-list team members, but repels team members you don't want!Be sure to hone in on systems in your practice that involve handoffs from one team member to another. This is an easy place for things to slip between the cracks.‍Please don't forget to share with us on Instagram when you are listening to the podcast AND if you are really wanting to show us love, then please leave a 5 star review on iTunes! [Click here to leave a review on iTunes]‍Our Sponsors & Their Exclusive Deals:CARESTACK | Cloud-Based Dental SoftwareClick the link below and get 1 MONTH FOR FREE + 10% OFF your Annual Subscription + 50% OFF Your Set-up Fee!Check out CARESTACK now: https://lp.carestack.org/thedentalmarketer‍‍Dandy | The Fully Digital, US-based Dental LabFor a completely FREE 3Shape Trios 3 scanner & $250 in lab credit click here: meetdandy.com/tdm !‍Mango Voice | The best VoIP phones for small business with top software integrations & in-house customer support.Click here for Mango Voice's completely FREE startup package! OR Click here to get 2 FREE MONTHS with Mango Voice‍Emitrr | The Complete Customer Engagement Solution (that drastically reduces no-shows)Emitrr is giving all of our viewers & listeners an amazing exclusive deal, to schedule a free demo with Emitrr, visit our link here! https://emitrr.com/the-dental-marketer/‍Thank you for supporting the podcast by checking out our sponsors!‍

Toxic Kay
Slipping Up On a Secret.

Toxic Kay

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 6, 2022 79:11


 That you say no somethings you really need to tell me today's episode should be interesting --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/toxickay/support

Steamy Stories Podcast
Big-Bang, Gang-Bang Theory: part 1

Steamy Stories Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 4, 2022


Sheldon disrupts Penny's pleasure. By baranbrat. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.(This episode includes coupling & voyeurism)Penny was from Nebraska and even though she looked innocent and just like the ‘Girl Next Door', she was anything but that!After her break-up with Leonard, who lives with Sheldon across the hall; she drifted from one guy to another, mostly hard bodies, but dumb as dirt and as she had told Leonard on several occasions; “You rat bastard, I was okay dating dumb guys, but after dating you I realize just how dumb they really are!”When Priya, Raj's sister, came into the picture she thought she had lost any chance of ever getting Leonard back, then her misfortunes turned upside down and suddenly things began to come around for Penny.The night Penny found out that Raj and Leonard had changed apartments, so Leonard could spend all of his time with Priya; and Raj crashed in Leonard's room so he could avoid listening to Leonard fuck his sister, while he slept out on the sofa. Well, Penny came over and saw how Raj had prepared a great meal for Sheldon, she started crying and unlike him, Sheldon gave her a hug saying “There there, Penny!”That was the extent of his compassion, but when Raj opened a bottle of wine and he drank a sip or two, his social inhibitions in the presence of sexy women immediately dissolved and he opened up. Penny was compelled to have her first conversation with Raj, and found him comforting. Penny divulged her frustration about bad choices in men, and the long chain of one-night flings with dumb horny guys. The two continued to share wine & conversation, well after dinner.Sheldon excused himself saying he had to go to bed, it was 9 PM.Penny and Raj opened a second bottle of wine and the more she drank the more appealing Raj became; she liked the dark chocolate of his Indian skin and wondered how dark his cock looked when fully erect. Unlike most hot single men in the SoCal singles market, Penny was amazed that Raj demonstrated a great skill of listening and empathy.As for Raj, he was really getting into comforting Penny; he stared at her and just could not believe he was conversing with this gorgeous blonde.Today her long silky blonde hair was down; it was getting longer and longer and nearly reached the middle of her back. She was wearing a pair of black tight yoga pants. Above that she was wearing a combination dress/tunic top. It was very chic, with large lime green, yellow and white diagonally striped running from shoulders to hem. It was loose fitting and every time she leaned forward the top of the dress ballooned out and gave Raj a peak of her large billowy breasts. The dress ended three quarters of the way down her full shapely thighs.His mouth watered as he imagined sucking on those large pillow-like breasts. He stared at her and he marveled at the way she lit up the entire room whenever she smiled or laughed. He was super sensitive and every time she reached out and touched his arm or placed her hand on his knee he thought he was going to go right through the roofRaj went into the kitchen to find another bottle of wine and Penny followed him. Feeling a bit guilty, Penny was going to go across the hall to find another bottle of liquor, but Raj insisted that he was hosting and she should accept his generosity. She was half out the door when he came to her with two glasses of burgundy. She let go of the door to take his offered tumbler. He nearly dropped his own glass when he felt Penny's arms reach out and wrap them around his waist. Leaning into him, she bent down and placed her warm, wet lips against the sensitive flesh just below his ear.He let out a tiny moan and he felt his cock stiffen when her tongue came out and flicked back and forth on his earlobe.When she began nibbling on his ear, he nearly lost it. Putting the glass down, he spun around and running his hands through her long silky blonde hair, pulled her bee-stung lips to his and they kissed for the first time.It started off with tiny pecks and grew to a full blown kiss, it was gentle and their lips slid back and forth as they became accustomed to one another.Raj broke the kiss and gently swept her silky hair away from her face and his eyes searched hers; “Are you sure you want to do this Penny? I'm not very experienced and wouldn't want to disappoint you, so if you change your mind, I'd rather you do it now rather than when we move things along even more.”She smiled at his honesty and running her fingers through his dark hair nodded slowly; “Oh yes Raj, there have been many times I've looked over at you and wondered what it would be like to be with a man of color.”Raj placed his index finger just below her chin and raising her lips up to his he placed tiny kisses on her lips, chin, cheeks and the tip of her nose. He returned to her lips and she leaned into the kiss and it grew more heated.Penny's tongue slipped out and ran along his darker lips and she felt his hands on her hips, he drew her lush body against his. She moaned into his mouth as she felt his cock poking her in the belly, she knew she had made the right choice. She was so fucking horny and hearing about Leonard & Priya made her more determined to squelch the aching in her loins.She broke the kiss and kicked at the door to shut it. Taking him by the hand, she ignored the ‘almost-shut door & led him down the hall to Leonard's bedroom where she had many memorable nights with the asthmatic nerd.As they passed Sheldon's room Penny whispered; “Shush Raj, we don't want to let Sheldon know what we are doing!”Sheldon opened the door and peeked his head out; “I heard you, Penny. Oh no, don't tell me you're going to have coitus with Raj! I thought when you broke up with Leonard I was free of that!“Penny in her sassy voice replied; “Oh yeah, Sheldon; it's going to get loud. You better put those noise reducing headphones on!”Sheldon shook his head and closed the door behind him as Penny led Raj into Leonard's room, she closed the door and the two of them sat uncomfortably on the bed, both with their hands in their laps.Raj made the first move, turning towards her he swept her long hair back across her shoulders; “This is one thing that I was always attracted to you, your beautiful flaxen blonde hair, it's so not black like everyone in India!”She laughed and placed a tiny kiss on his hand that was beside her face. When she kissed it, he ran his finger along her red glossy lips.She pursed her lips and opening them drew one of his digits into her mouth.Raj let out a moan when her tongue flicked at his finger and sucked on it harder.She continued to suck on his finger and her gaze dropped to his pants where she noticed a large tenting. She pulled his finger out of her mouth and whispered to him; “Is that lump down there for me? I'd much rather suck on something like that rather than your finger!”From the next room thy heard Sheldon; “Dear Lord, where are my headphones!”Penny yelled out; “Shut up, Sheldon!”She placed her hands on Raj's chest and pushed him back onto the bed; “Raj just lay back and relax and let me get you comfortable!”Raj swung his legs up and now his entire body was lying on the bed.“Let's get you out of these, first!” She pulled his shoes and socks off and now slid up the bed and hovered over his upper body.“Just close your eyes Raj and enjoy!”He shook his head from side to side: “I can't Penny, you look so beautiful, and I don't want to miss a moment looking at you!”She smiled from ear to ear; “Ah Raj, such a sweet thing to say!”From the next room they heard Sheldon yell out; “Lame!“Penny replied again; "Shut up Sheldon!”Raj just smiled and stared up at her as she leaned over him, her long flaxen blonde hair swept across his face, neck and chest. She lowered her face to his and planted tiny kisses on his forehead, cheeks and chin. She moved upwards to his dark quivering lips and slipping her tongue out painted a line of saliva along his lips.His lips parted and his tongue came out to join hers. His eyes kept searching her dark blue eyes and he shivered as her hair swept back and forth across his sensitive skin.Her lips grew a little more urgent as their lips moved back and forth , their tongues dueled with one another and when his hand came up to pull her head harder against his she grabbed his wrist; “Uh ha Raj, no you don't I told you to just lay there and let me do everything. I'll let you know when you can move!”From the other side of the wall came a voice; “Penny, I have handcuffs, do you want to use them?”Penny yelled out once again; “Shut up Sheldon! Put on your fucking headphones!”She resumed kissing Raj, planting hot, wet kisses along his chin and neck. Her hands began unbuttoning his shirt and when she had it completely unbuttoned, she parted his shirt and was surprised just how muscular he was. Her eyes sparkled up at him; “You dog, Raj; have you been working out? Nice chest!”He nodded; “Just don't tell Leonard or Howard, but I joined a health club and try to work out twice a week!”Her hands slid over his well-muscled chest; “Mmm, I like it Raj, it shows!”Over the next couple of minutes she covered every inch of his chest, neck and upper belly. She licked and sucked at his dark, stiff nipples and had him squirming and his cock was nearly bursting from his pants.Raj held his breath as she swept her long blonde hair back and forth across his dark skinned chest and upper belly. He let out a tiny moan when her hands slipped open his belt, unhooked his pants and slowly drew the zipper down.She scooted around on the bed and nearly straddling his lower body, began to tug at his pants.Raj eagerly rose up, arching his back making it easier for Penny to remove his pants. Slipping them down his dark, muscled legs, she tossed it to the floor and ran her extremely white hands, compared to his dark skin, up and down his calves and thighs. Every time she reached his tighty whities she stopped short. She licked her lips when she saw the large bulge she was causing and her pussy started dripping, filling her panties with her juices.She lowered her head and licked up and down his thighs and this produced a loud groan from Raj and he could hardly keep his hands off of her.Her mouth hovered over his briefs and lowering her mouth she let out a burst of hot air and he groaned even louder. Opening her mouth she covered the big lump with her mouth and she sucked hard on his cock right through his briefs.Raj let out a loud groan and arched his hips, trying to shove more of his cock into her mouth.Penny giggled and knelt up; a red lipstick stain was painted on his briefs where his lump was. Gripping his briefs in her manicured fingers she pulled on them. Once again Raj lifted his ass allowing his briefs to be taken off. Penny's eyes nearly popped out of her head. She licked her lips as she stared at the dark chocolate beef stick before her. It was just about the same size as Leonard's, about eight inches long, but it was a lot thicker and she worried she couldn't get that entire thing down her throat. She loved having a cock slide in and out of her mouth and down her throat. She prided herself on giving great head and she hoped she wouldn't disappoint.Little did she know, if she was the worse cocksucker in the world, Raj wouldn't know and probably wouldn't care? He knew any blowjob from a woman was a whole helluva lot better than his right or left fist.She stared up at him with those large dark blue eyes and whispered; “Oh Raj, I just hope I can take this entire gorgeous cock down my throat. I need a cock in my mouth so bad right now! Just thinking about that slut sister of yours sucking on Leonard's cock, well I just have to have one for myself right now!”He nodded and smiled at her; “He didn't like what she said about his sister, but there was no way in hell he was going to piss her off, especially when she was just about to suck his cock."One thing Penny, it's been so long since anyone other than myself had touched my penis, well I may not last very long!”“Oh sweetie, no problem, we have all night and I think I'm good enough to get it up more than once!”From behind the wall they heard; “Oh my dear lord, I've died and went to hell!”They both yelled out at the same time; “Shut up Sheldon!”She slid onto her belly as she situated herself between the two columns of dark flesh. His legs came together trapping her there. She placed a tiny kiss on the head of his cock and licked the pre-cum off that was oozing out. She looked up at him and smiled; “Oh don't worry sweetie, I'm not going anywhere, I'm exactly where I want to be, so relax your legs and just lay back and enjoy this, okay?”He nodded again, placed his hands behind his head, taking a deep breath closed his eyes and waited for her lips to take over.Penny cupped his balls and played with them as his cock swayed back and forth. She caught it between her lips without using her hands. She licked it up and down and all around. She took the large head into her mouth and her snake-like tongue whipped around and around. She took more and more of his cock into her mouth and when she felt it bump the back of her throat she pulled back allowing her thick, hot saliva to drip down his dark shaft and collect around his balls.She played with it as if it was her own personal play toy. She switched up from slow deliberate sucks to fast and deep strokes. She pulled it out of her mouth and ran it all over her face and throat and once dry she resumed sucking it.She took it in slow and deep, sucking harder and harder and she heard Raj let out a loud groan. She held it firmly in her mouth and toying with his balls, she felt them tighten and felt his large cockhead jerk and begin to spurt his thick, hot creamy cum down her throat. She drank it down quickly as she felt it jerk again and again, sending more of his sperm into her mouth.When he was spend she kept the last shot in her mouth and rolling it around and around, finally swallowed it; “Um Raj, your cum is so tasty!” She giggled; “I can almost taste the curry in it?”He smiled down at her; “You know Penny, that is racist, but I don't care if you do that again!”She stroked his cock and another drop came out, she licked it up and looking at him ran the white creamy cum alone her lips and then into her mouth.“All in due time Raj, we have all night. Don't you think it's time I took some clothes off?”Raj nodded vigorously; “Would you like me to help?”She was smiling from ear to ear; “Oh no Sweetie, you just lay back, watch me and get your strength back for round two, okay?”“Whatever you say, Penny!”She had already taken her shoes off and she stood on the bed and swayed back and forth. She locked eyes with Raj and threw her head around several times sending her long flaxen blonde hair everywhere, it looked amazing and her hair completely disheveled made his cock begin to stiff already.She swayed her hip back and forth and from side to side as she hovered above the completely nude, dark handsome man. She reached up and finding the long zipper on the back of her tunic, slowly began to lower it. She slid it from one shoulder and then the other. She held it in place just above the swell of her full heavy breasts.She teased him by nearly lowering the tunic to show him her tits, but slipped it back onto her shoulders. She giggled when she heard him groan in frustration, nearly seeing the breasts he had longed for, for nearly five years.She reached for the hem of her tunic dress and gripping it in her hands, in one swift motion; she lifted it over her head and tossed it to the floor.Raj's eyes were the size of saucers as he stared up at the magnificent set of tits, still confined in her lacy, nearly see-through black bra.She giggled when she saw his reaction. She looked lower and saw his thick chocolate cock completely stiff once again and standing perpendicular to his body.Penny licked her lips and groaned; “Oh God, I'm going to enjoy riding that monster!”From the other room Sheldon yelled out; “My lord, you haven't even had coitus yet and you are already calling on the deity! I'll be up all night!”Penny yelled out again; “Shut up Sheldon!”Raj yelled out; “Sheldon, if you saw what I'm looking at right now, you'd be up all night too!”Penny bent down and gave Raj a passionate kiss; “Ah, Thank You Sweetie, that was so nice to say!”She bend over him again and whispered in his ear; “It's okay Raj, go ahead, be my guest and take my bra off, you earned it!”She felt his cock scrap against her slim thigh and his clumsy fingers pulled at the three hooks holding her bra together. Finally getting them open she knelt up and the straps fell from her shoulders.Penny shook her shoulders and the bra fell to his lap and landed on his cock and it swayed and twitched. She raised her hands and cupped the twin perfect mounds of flesh.They stood high and they had to be large C cup size with large pink areoles and even darker pink, nearly red nipples. They stood stiff from their center and her thumbs came out and flicked them back and forth producing a moan from both herself and Raj.She leaned over him and as her tits hovered just above his face she whispered out in a sexy lust filled voice; “Raj, would you like a taste? Would you like to suck on my big fat nipples? I just love having my tits played with!”He nodded vigorously; “Oh My! Yes, Penny. I would be honored!”“You are so sweet Raj, but you don't have to say thank you every time, okay?”He nodded; “Okay, thank you!”She laughed again and lowered her red, ripe tit to his lips and he placed his hands behind her and drew her down harder against his mouth. He worked the nipple over and over. Penny moaned softly as he ran his tongue around the sensitive areole and drew the stiff tip further into his mouth. His lips sucked even harder and another moan even louder escaped her mouth and she shifted allowing him to do the same to her other tit.“My god I just love having my tits sucked on! Suck them harder Raj, ah just like that! Don't stop, harder, harder!”Raj finally took control and rolled Penny over onto her back and she smiled up at him; “It's about time you took control big boy; now let's see what you got!”He swept a stray blonde lock from her face and stared down at those gorgeous dark blue eyes. Lowering his face he began to rain kisses all over her forehead, eyelids, cheeks and lips. They exchanged spit and tongues for several minutes.Raj moved lower and sweeping her gorgeous hair from her neck he attacked her long slender neck. He licked and sucked on her tender flesh and produced a long groan from her lips; “Oh my god Raj, your mouth is driving me crazy!”From the other room Sheldon yelled out; “Oh lord, here it goes! I'm going to have to listen to her calling god's name all night!”Once again Penny yelled out; “Shut up Sheldon, Put your fucking headphones on!”“I can't they hurt my head,” Sheldon whined.Raj ignored both of them and planted wet kisses on both of her shoulders and moved lower to the tops of her sensitive mounds. Reaching the erect tips, he pushed the two mounds together and sucked on both nipples at the same time.Penny let out a squeal; “Oh lord, Raj, that feels amazing, don't stop!”He smiled and sucked and licked faster and harder causing Penny to scream out in pleasure.Letting go he moved lower and reached Penny's squirming hips. She was still wearing her skintight pants and grasping them by the waistband he wiggled them back and forth and they finally cleared her slim hips and ample ass. He dragged them down her shapely legs and she assisted Raj by kicking them back and forth until they flew in the air to the floor below.Raj knelt up, his thick chocolate cock swayed back and forth and Penny bit her lower lip as she watched that monster bob up and down so close to her pussy.“My god, Penny you are beautiful. Can I just sit here and stare a bit?”Her eyes lit up and sparkled; “Ah Raj, take all the time you like sweetie, I'm not going anywhere!”His eyes traveled from the tip of her blonde head, across her beautiful face. He stopped at her sexy tits and licked his lips as he watched them rise and fall from her labored breathing. Downward his gaze went to her flat belly and stopping at her pussy which was glistening with her juices. A tiny patch of blonde hair was wet with her juices just above her pussy. Raj was surprised she didn't have any panties on, but really didn't care. He looked lower, having a hard time tearing his eyes from her gorgeous fat lipped pussy; he took in her perfectly formed legs and tiny feet.He slid down to those feet and taking first one and them the other in his hands he sucked and licked on each tiny toe. He ran his tongue around and around the digits causing her to squeal and giggle. Her giggling quickly dissipated when he lower the feet and began raining hot, wet kisses up her shapely legs.Penny held her breath as he moved to the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs and nipped and licked at the golden thighs. She let out a long deep grunt when Raj spread her outer lips with his thumbs and leaning forward let out a long cool steam of air on her overheated pussy.She humped the air trying to make contact with his mouth; “Come on Raj, lick it, lick my fucking pussy!”It was his turn to chuckle and in his Indian dialect said; Oh, so it's okay for the white woman to tease the foreign boy, but not okay for him to do the same to her huh?“"Damn straight Skippy, now stop teasing me and lick my fucking pussy!”Sheldon yelled out again; “My god, Raj; do it already!”Once again Penny yelled out; “Shut up Sheldon!”Raj leaned in and inhaled her musky scent and sticking his tongue out stabbed her at the base of her swollen lips. Pushing deep her swept his tongue upwards slowly and as deep as he could. When he reached the top, he wiggled his tongue around and coating her clit with her juices he stabbed at it and flicked it back and forth.Penny went into orbit; Oh god, oh god, oh god, where the hell did you learn to do that Raj? Oh god, oh god, more, more, more, don't stop Raj. Oh fuck I never felt anything like that before. More, more, more Raj, oh fuck my pussy with that fantastic tongue of yours, oh god, oh god, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm cumming Raj, more, more!“Raj sucked, licked and stabbed at her cunt from all directions and depths.Oh fuck, oh fuck me Raj! Where did you learn to eat pussy like this?”He chuckled; “I'm from India; ever hear of the Karma Sutra?”All of a sudden there was a loud banging on the bedroom door; “Penny and Raj, Penny and Raj, Penny and Raj? Stop that inferno babbling, let me in!”Penny yelled out; “Fuck off Sheldon! I locked the door on purpose. We didn't want to be disturbed!”“Well we can all see that didn't work out too well now did it Penny!”“Fuck off Sheldon, you're not coming in, so just go in the living room and play your video games and leave us be! Go ahead Raj; make me scream and cream all over that fantastic tongue of yours!”She ran her fingers through his curly black hair and pulled him harder against her foaming pussy and she got louder and louder as he brought her closer and closer to cumming again.His tongue seems to be everywhere at once and when he shoved two fingers up her dripping hole, she shot off again, like never before, she squirted.“Oh Raj, I want to clone that mouth of yours and keep it attached to my pussy forever. Oh yes, yes oh god, oh god, I'm cumming again, don't stop, don't stop, ah!”Raj licked and sucked and drove a third finger into her pussy and she went off like never before covering his face and fingers with her hot creamy cum.Finally unable to take anymore she pushed his head away; “Please, please Raj give me a chance to recover. Um, you were amazing, I just hope you fuck as well as you eat pussy!”From the other room they heard; “Oh my lord I'm in depravity hell!”They both yelled out; “Shut up Sheldon!”To be continued in part 2.By baranbrat for Literotica

The Angry Designer
Signs that You're Slipping as a Graphic Designer

The Angry Designer

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 29, 2022 55:56


Are you slipping as a Graphic Designer? Picked up a bad habit or 2 that has turned you into a Bad Graphic Designer? It's a topic so broad, it deserved two episodes, and this one isn't one you want to miss!There are a few telltale signs that you're driving dangerously close to bad graphic designer territory - It's up to you whether you ignore them and risk your career for the easy life, or tackle that sh*t head on and become a better designer for it!Join the Angry Designers for an extra-angry episode as they tackle part 2 of the top signs you're becoming a bad graphic designer - as they finish off with bad Designer Habits to watch out for.By the end of this episode, not only will you be provided with a list of Design, Typography and also DESIGNER habits to be aware of, but you may also be aware of what NOT to do, and how to get back to a happy place. Also, do people read this far down?Stay Angry our Friends –––––––––––Want to see more? See uncut episodes on our YouTube channel at youtube.com/theangrydesigner Read our blog posts on our website TheAngryDesigner.comJoin in the conversation on our Instagram Instagram.com/TheAngryDesignerPodcast

Ceremonial Weigh-In
We bought the PFL PPV

Ceremonial Weigh-In

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 28, 2022 56:03


No UFC this week so we share some thoughts on PFL's inaugural PPV card.Also:- USADA testing and McGregor's return to the testing pool/exemption privileges- Jiri shoulder injury- Fight week for Angela- PFL putting all their eggs in one basket. Dropping the basket. Breaking all the eggs. Slipping on the eggs and landing on their face. And then somehow making a decent omelette with the remainsVideo on our YouTube page

Crackin' A Cold One with The Boys
Slipping and Sliding in the DMs

Crackin' A Cold One with The Boys

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 24, 2022 50:38


feat Caleb Inman @imvntr

The Gee and Ursula Show
Hour 3: Is Amazon Slipping?

The Gee and Ursula Show

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 21, 2022 32:56


GEE & URSULA AGREE TO DISAGREE // GUEST: Micki Gamez on Taylor Swift // WE HEAR YOU! and WORDS TO LIVE BYSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Gol Sided
18. Mexico slipping up vs Sweden! Marco Fabian to Chivas, CR7 to the MLS? and our new trivia game: Did I Play There?!

Gol Sided

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 18, 2022 57:44


In this week's episode Omar and Cesar discuss the final Mexico friendly game ahead of the World Cup vs Sweden. Is the loss a sign of bad things to come? Does Mexico have tools to be successful at the World Cup? In Mexico, Chivas have reportedly locked down their first transfer, Marco Fabian. What does that mean for Chivas? and to close us out we introduce our new game: Did I Play There? We choose 1 club and Cesar has to guess if the players that Omar lists ever played at that club. Let us know your thoughts!

Daily Reflection Podcast
November 19th - I Was Slipping Fast - Trina K. (Eugene, OR)

Daily Reflection Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 18, 2022 25:42


Trina K. from Eugene Oregon shares her experience around today's Daily Reflection entitled "I Was Slipping Fast"."I WAS SLIPPING FAST"We A.A.'s are active folk, enjoying the satisfactions of dealing with the realities of life, . . . So it isn't surprising that we often tend to slight serious meditation and prayer as something not really necessary.TWELVE STEPS AND TWELVE TRADITIONS, p. 96I had been slipping away from the program for some time, but it took a death threat from a terminal disease to bring me back, and particularly to the practice of the Eleventh Step of our blessed Fellowship. Although I had fifteen years of sobriety and was still very active in the program, I knew that the quality of my sobriety had slipped badly. Eighteen months later, a checkup revealed a malignant tumor and a prognosis of certain death within six months. Despair settled in when I enrolled in a rehab program, after which I suffered two small strokes which revealed two large brain tumors. As I kept hitting new bottoms I had to ask myself why this was happening to me. God allowed me to recognize my dishonesty and to become teachable again. Miracles began to happen. But primarily I relearned the whole meaning of the Eleventh Step. My physical condition has improved dramatically, but my illness is minor compared to what I almost lost completely.From the book Daily ReflectionsCopyright © 1990 by Alcoholics Anonymous World Services, Inc.Holistic Life NavigationThis podcast explores how to heal stress & trauma holistically. I am your host, Luis...Listen on: Apple Podcasts SpotifySupport the showNeed the Daily Reflection Book? Visit our web site Read about Recovery on our Blog Visit our Facebook Group Follow us on Twitter Support the Podcast: - On Patreon: https://patreon.com/dailyreflection - On PayPal: https://paypal.me/dailyreflection If you're struggling with alcohol or addiction, or wondering how to stop drinking it's helpful to know that there's a solution that has worked for millions of people. The Daily Reflection Podcast provides hope, and inspiration through the shared experiences of people that have found a way out.

Mock and Daisy's Common Sense Cast
Daily Dish: GOP loses Senate, Lake is slipping in AZ, and Ivanka crops out Kimberly

Mock and Daisy's Common Sense Cast

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 14, 2022 44:43


On Today's Episode The Chicks discuss the GOP losing the senate, FTX, Kari Lake, Ivanka Trump and more!Please support our great sponsors at:Birch GoldText CHICKS to 989898Text now to get your FREE info kit on diversifying into gold TAX FREE.BoneFroghttps://bonefrogcoffee.comGet 5% of your Bonefrog coffee subscription when you select CHICKS ON THE RIGHT at checkout.EdenPUREhttps://edenpuredeals.comGet your Christmas shopping started with Buy One Get One pricing with code CHICKSBOGO.Genucelhttps://genucel.com/chicksNow until Thanksgiving treat yourself with the Most Popular Package for 70% off plus get theHyaluronic acid correcting serum FREE.Healthycellhttps://healthycell.com/chicksUse code CHICKS to save 20% off your first order.Heat Holdershttps://heatholders.comUse code CHICKS to save 15%. Heat Holders: Making life warmer.MasterSpashttps://MasterSpas.com/CHICKSVisit today for a special coupon to get $1000 off a Michael Phelps Swim Spa and $500 off any hot tub.My Patriot Supplyhttps://preparewiththechicks.comSave $250 on each 3-Month Emergency Food Kit you order today and get free shipping.My Pillowhttps://mypillow.com/chicksSave big with the 6-piece Towel Set now on sale for $39.98 with code CHICKS.

KSL Greenhouse
Keeping The Mulch From Slipping

KSL Greenhouse

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 5, 2022 16:48


Welcome to The KSL Greenhouse Show! Hosts Maria Shilaos and Taun Beddes tackle your gardening questions, talk plants, and offer tips for an amazing yard. Listen Saturdays 8am to 11am at 1160 AM & 102.7 FM, kslnewsradio.com, or on the KSL Newsradio App. Follow us on Facebook and Instagram at @kslgreenhouse. #KSLGreenhouse  Joel has a backyard with a steep slope thinks if he puts mulch down it will slide off. He's looking for other options. Taun discusses what fertilizer is good to put down now. Maria wants to know if morganite is a good fertilizer. Jim has two overgrown bushes that he wants to cut back. Pam found aphid eggs on some of her plants. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

CrabDiving Radio Podcast
CrabDiving – Thu 102722 – Polls Show Democrats Slipping While Michael Moore Predicts A Blue Tsunami

CrabDiving Radio Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 28, 2022 116:56


Polls show Democrats slipping while Michael Moore predicts a blue tsunami. The January 6th "tourist" who dragged the DC officer into the mob was sentenced to 7 years. The Republicans can't be honest about a growing economy. The Cowboys For Trump lawsuit may keep insurrectionists out of government. Democrats are hoping Obama can inspire progressives to vote. Wuhan just locked down 800,000 over a COVID outbreak. Texas went permitless with guns. The Tammy Faye musical running in London has been getting high marks. The Pope issued a bizarre warning about adult movies. A Florida attorney that fought helmet laws died in a motorcycle accident and was of course helmetless. Right-wing wanker Laura Loomer accused born-again Nazi Milo Yiannopoulos of sabotaging her losing congressional campaign. Far-right Brit commentator Katie Hopkins bragged about being in the US illegally because she's not vaccinated and crossed over from Mexico.

Marketplace Morning Report
Recession worries have Big Tech giants slipping

Marketplace Morning Report

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 26, 2022 8:32 Very Popular


Alphabet, Microsoft and Spotify are reporting declines in profit and ad sales growth. For our election-oriented coverage in Texas, we look at how redistricting affects the money dynamics for candidates. There’s a lower percentage of households with no checking or savings accounts with banks.

Marketplace All-in-One
Recession worries have Big Tech giants slipping

Marketplace All-in-One

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 26, 2022 8:32


Alphabet, Microsoft and Spotify are reporting declines in profit and ad sales growth. For our election-oriented coverage in Texas, we look at how redistricting affects the money dynamics for candidates. There’s a lower percentage of households with no checking or savings accounts with banks.

LAmamis's Podcast
50. Slipping and Sliding

LAmamis's Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 26, 2022 45:44


We are 50 episodes in! On this weeks episode Brittany is slipping in the sheets. Francesca goes Hoco shopping. And Brittany runs into an old acquaintance. Also, Brittany and Francesca share their fears with Halloween and Fentanyl.  

Murder Phone
Season 3 Episode 4 Slipping Through The Cracks Of Justice: “Consequences”

Murder Phone

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 24, 2022 74:37


Tony is going to start with the Murders of Jack Blake and Karen Hill.Something Art never would discuss with anyone.Shawcross writes a very sarcastic letter to Tony and describes a ridiculous account of what happened to the two children, and warns Tony to never to ask about it again. In response Tony basically tells Art to go screw himself.Arthur actually apologizes and in his next letter and gives a detailed description of how June Cicero was murdered. Tony and Al discuss how Plea Bargains are abused and why Art should not have ever been released. This is a fascinating description of what happened to Shawcross when he was released and what he did during this time.Another rally good poem that Shawcross wrote about Vietnam is covered. 

The Dear Body Podcast
This Changes Everything In The Food & Body Image Healing Space

The Dear Body Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 21, 2022 25:58 Very Popular


Jessi has coached over 1,500 through the Food Freedom Online Program 1.0 and in true Jessi fashion she is constantly seeking growth, evolution & optimization.. which is why for the last 5+ months she's dedicated her time & energy into creating The Food Freedom Online Program 2.0 -- its innovative, designed to get you into momentum, thoughtful community connection, built off of the tried & true BEST of the BEST tools & techniques.. complete with: Daily Bite Sized Rise With Me Sessions Weekly Mental Collaboration Meditations Over 12+ highly effective body oriented nervous system regulation tools with walk through 5 Step Framework for navigating a binge episode Small Group Accountability Community Connection Challenges Powerful Guest Speakers Body Image Breakthrough Project 16 Live Workshops with THE most requested topics: Overcoming Self Sabotage, Navigating the fear of weight gain & desire to lose weight, Discovering Deep Satisfaction with food, Identity Based Habits, Neuroplasticity: Make Your Brain Work With You, How to Integrate Movement without Slipping into Diet Culture & more.. Book your free strategy call to learn if the FFOP 2.0 is right for you: www.foodfreedomonlineprogram.com