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Have you ever thought about tariffs as a "game-changer" rather than just a “political hot button”? Did you know Japan is quietly investing $1 trillion in U.S. manufacturing—especially in southern and southwestern states? That's right. In this new episode, Dan Sullivan and I dive deep into how tariffs, strategic factory moves, and AI-driven audits may soon reduce our taxes (yes, you read that right) while fueling unprecedented economic growth in America.If that sounds like a Michael Bay movie script, you're not far off—except this is playing out in real life, right now. We talk about Trump's “reciprocal tariffs,” Elon Musk's big-government audit with AI, and why countries like Japan are betting big on producing goods inside the U.S., instead of overseas. If you love big-picture, high-stakes drama with real entrepreneurial takeaways, you'll want to tune in.KEY INSIGHTS & TAKEAWAYSTariffs Are Making a ComebackAfter WWII, the U.S. temporarily abandoned tariffs to rebuild other nations and contain the Soviet threat. Now that era is over, and “reciprocal tariffs” are in play—if you tax American goods, we'll tax yours. Or you can just move your factories to the U.S.Japan's $1 Trillion Bet on American ManufacturingFacing a shrinking workforce, Japan decided 30 years ago to build factories where they sell goods. Enter the U.S. south and southwest—lower labor costs, fewer unions, and easier access to American consumers.Moving the U.S. Government to “Warp Speed”Dan and I discuss Trump's possible plan to use tariffs to fund government operations (hello, “External Revenue Service!”) while simultaneously lowering domestic taxes. If that works, it could trigger an economic boom.AI Audits: Elon Musk's Government OverhaulImagine real-time accounting for every federal check ever cut. That's what happens when you unleash advanced AI to track spending—stopping fraud and inefficiency in its tracks. Lower costs, better governance, fewer excuses.It's Not Just About PoliticsThe reason these moves are so urgent? The U.S. economy is its greatest weapon and negotiation tool. If the numbers line up, say goodbye to bloated budgets and hello to rapid innovation.The Western Hemisphere Is the New Growth EnginePeter Zeihan's research suggests that power is shifting west. Europe's star may be fading, and the big action will be in North and South America—partly because the U.S. can pressure countries with economic, rather than military, force.What It Means for Entrepreneurs (and You)If America becomes the hottest manufacturing hub again, it spells massive opportunity: new factories, high-value jobs, and more disposable income at home. Plus, if government spending shrinks, taxes may drop—fueling startups, scale-ups, and everything in-between.TIME STAMPS[00:00:00] Tariffs 101 Dan explains how tariffs helped the U.S. become #1 by 1900, and why after WWII we artificially dropped them to contain the Soviet Union.[00:03:10] Japan Moves In The backstory behind Japan's multi-decade strategy: build factories in America to sidestep both tariffs and a shrinking domestic workforce.[00:10:44] Economic vs. Military Power Mike and Dan explore how the real “weapon” now is the U.S. economy—not battleships. This is reshaping alliances, trade, and even the future of space exploration.[00:14:26] Union vs. Non-Union States Why overseas giants choose red states over blue to minimize union costs—and how that might transform American politics.[00:24:19] Elon Musk & Government AI Trump taps Musk to audit the entire U.S. government using advanced AI. The potential outcome? $3 trillion “lost” dollars suddenly reappear, possibly replacing the income tax with tariffs.[00:32:57] Europe's Diminishing Relevance Dan argues that Europe has become more of a “historic Disney World” than an innovative force, lacking the cultural spark of earlier centuries.[00:41:00] The Future Is Made in the USA Why more nations, including the UK, India, and South Korea, may follow Japan's lead—bringing factories stateside to dodge tariffs and be closer to American consumers.If you love big ideas and epic plot twists, this episode is basically Netflix's next political thriller—except it's happening in real life. Join Dan and me for a mind-bending conversation on how the world economy could flip in the next few years, and what you can do to position yourself and your business for massive opportunity.Additional ResourcesDownload your FREE digital and/or audio version of my bestselling book, “Your Next Act!”Book your $1k Cup of Coffee with me (Mike) here. SUBSCRIBE FOR MORE VIDEOS

In this English listening practice lesson, we're talking about food, meal times, grocery shopping, and dining out in the UK and the USA. You'll learn natural phrases, cultural differences, and interesting facts about how people eat in both countries. By the end of this episode, you'll have new vocabulary, better listening skills, and a deeper understanding of English-speaking food culture!

In this new episode, Rick sits down with Josh Funk to talk about all things recruitment, the lack of multi-disciplinary clinics in USA, and different strategies for email and event marketing. Josh Funk is the owner of Rehab 2 Perform, a powerhouse with 9 locations in the US., quickly approaching eight figures. Josh has an insane recruitment funnel with a massive waitlist of physical therapists wanting to work for him. In this conversation, Rick and Josh discuss topics such as: AI implementation in clinic operations Running a clinic in USA vs. Canada Running multi-disciplinary clinics in USA: Why is there a lack of them? Josh's recruitment funnel - how he manages to have a long waitlist of PTS interested in working for him #1 mistake in job postings: a signing bonus What do you say when clinicians ask for more money? Josh's marketing playbook - how he has over 60k+ followers on IG Is email marketing dead? Email newsletter strategy: different content buckets, number of emails/month Doing events using a Normatec trailer: having a TV w/ PowerPoint, forcing intimacy, providing QR codes to interact with email + brand Watch the episodes on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/c/RickLauCallHero Follow on Instagram, new videos EVERY SINGLE DAY: instagram.com/thericklau/ Linkedin: https://www.linkedin.com/in/rick-lau/ Signup for the newsletter (22k+ clinic owners): clinicowner.com Sponsors: Callhero: mycallhero.com Apply to join #1 clinic owner community clinicaccelerator.com

Who is JD Vance? And why has Donald Trump chosen him as his preferred vice president? Vance is, famously, a former 'Never-Trumper'. The junior senator from Ohio was once so violently opposed to Trump, that he likened him to Hitler. Today, political and international editor, Peter Hartcher, reporting from Washington DC, on the wider message Trump is sending to the world, with his choice of running mate. And why the United States has a long history of presidential assassinations and assassination attempts (hint: it's not just about the guns). Audio credits: Rachel Maddow on MSNBC Further reading: Assassination in the USA: Why does America take aim at its leaders? Trump anoints his heir in a bid to extend his influence for decades to come Subscribe to The Age & SMH: https://subscribe.smh.com.au/See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Who is JD Vance? And why has Donald Trump chosen him as his preferred vice president? Vance is, famously, a former 'Never-Trumper'. The junior senator from Ohio was once so violently opposed to Trump, that he likened him to Hitler. Today, political and international editor, Peter Hartcher, reporting from Washington DC, on the wider message Trump is sending to the world, with his choice of running mate. And why the United States has a long history of presidential assassinations and assassination attempts (hint: it's not just about the guns). Audio credits: Rachel Maddow on MSNBC Further reading: Assassination in the USA: Why does America take aim at its leaders? Trump anoints his heir in a bid to extend his influence for decades to come Subscribe to The Age & SMH: https://subscribe.smh.com.au/See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

 In this episode Nicoleta chats about relationships and happiness with Tripp Lanier, professional coach and author from North Carolina, USA Why we should not chase or pursue happiness.Happiness in laughing with friends and writing music.When your mother takes her life at 13. Expressing anger and finding relief in music.How using the voice leads to healing.When humour helps us move through hardship.Why coaching is an extension of art.Getting out of the high achiever/competitive mindset.Never forget you are mortal. The need for playfulness in life. When you are in touch with your inner experience.Who is the new man (podcast)?The gift of being imperfect.Why we cannot escape pain and uncertainty.Don't take yourself so seriously.  Connect with Tripp here: https://www.tripplanier.com/

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Charles Carillo is the founder and managing partner of Harborside Partners. He has been actively involved in over $200 million worth of real estate transactions since 2006 and carries extensive knowledge in renovating and repositioning multifamily and commercial real estate. In addition to being an active investor; Charles passively invests in many different asset classes including; commercial real estate, ATMs, and early-stage technology and agriculture (AgTech) startups. Charles oversees all acquisitions, investor relations, and strategic partnerships at Harborside Partners. He is also the host of the popular podcast, “Global Investors,” where Charles interviews successful real estate investors in addition to his weekly strategy episodes. Prior to launching Harborside Partners, Charles co-founded an online payment processing company that has since processed over $1 Billion in payments for clients in 5 continents across the globe. Charles is an Eagle Scout and holds a Bachelor's Degree from Central Connecticut State University. What you will learn Charles tells us about what brings him joy Discover what inspired Charles to invest in real estate early Strategies for Foreign Investors: Investing in real estate in the USA Current opportunities and trends in real estate in the USA Why its important to have a goal beyond financial returns as an investor Biggest mistakes investors make in real estate How to invest in the right geographical location What rent return investors should be looking for How to mitigate risks when investing in real estate Charles shares his best tips for people wanting to be an entrepreneur

“White people suck!” This is a self-stated fact. White people are the only ones going around saying that shit. I mean, everyone else thinks it, it's true. Lots of people say it—just in other ways. Not exactly like that. “White people suck!” White people say this about themselves, as if they're not getting a little bit of fucking sociopathic joy out of it. I lived with a white a supremacist that may or may not have known he was a white supremacist. *may or may not have* He would say shit bordering on the brink of slight psychological torture. He'd say shit like “WE made OURSELVES the TOP RACE” Like, the fact that you're using words like ‘we' and ‘ourselves' indicate that YOU believe yourself to be a member of the so-said “top race” Not true. White people are not the top race. There are more retarded white people in the world than any other races. White people have been historically racist to the point that they fucked up their own gene pool imbreeding. Like: yes. They have held a majority of the money ans power on this planet for long enough that the entire world is programmed to think blue eyes are prettier— People with blue eyes have easier lives, period. Period. They get away with so much shit. This is a result of white dominance. It's true. But this guy. Lol. This guy would say things like “WE made ourselves the TOP RACE” And then further contradict himself by saying things like, “I don't believe in race” He was a narcissist. Yeah. Only thing worse than a narcissist? A white supremacy narcissist who doesn't know or understand he's either of those things. FUCK. I took him to my gym—but only because he let me stay in his spare bedroom for $11. Flex. More on that later. I personally think it's because he was a white supremacist trying to physiologically terrorize me by continually bringing up the effects of white power on my entire existence— BUT. He would say the most ignorant shit, that wasn't entirely ignorant—like he made decent and factual points, it was just ignorant that he was talking about it at all. To me. A homeless, black woman. It was like he was rubbing it in my face. For ten days he pretty much just came up with extremely inventive ways to approach me and be like “I'M WHITE AND YOURE BLACK AND MY LIFE IS AWESOME AND YOUR LIFE SUCKS BECAUSE I'M A WHITE MAN, AND YOU'RE A BLACK WOMAN!!!!l” I'm like, dude…shut up. “WHITE PEOPLE SUCK!” Okay. You're egging on a race war. I still don't hate white people. At this point I just see they're typically power tripping sadists. It's okay. Like everything he said or brought up apparently to try to make me feel better—actually made me feel WORSE to the point where I decided he was doing this on purpose. I'm like, This is the new white power movent: We make a majority of them homeless, lure them into our domiciles, and then remind them that hey don't have domiciles. Because of us. Pretend to feel sorry about it, mentally torture and disable them, and then send them back into the streets to squabble and kill each other! Perfect. But no, they are not the “top race” There are more retarded white people than anyone else— We even had one as President for 8 years! I'm just kidding. No, I'm not. I don't hate trump. He's just mentally disabled, being politically correct. I don't hate him! He's hilarious! When he's not directly effecting my existence— Hes funny. But: a perfect example of what the Caucasian's have done to themselves. And the fact that it doesn't matter, because when you have millions of dollars, you can be a literal retard, and rule the world! Wow! No, it's okay. I'm not racist. I went from his place—directly to a homeless shelter, where 99% of women there were black. I learned to love-hate everybody equally. Black people love to talk on the fuckin phone. So come lights out, everybody's on the fuckin phone, I'm like, SHUT THE FUCK UP. Everybody's on the phone. I'm like “Bro, if you actually have all these people to talk to, you should have somewhere to stay other than this dump.” I'm like, “I'm obviously here cause I'm a piece of shit and nobody loves me— You're on the phone from 11 PM till forever and you can't just go to their house and sleep there?! No! Then get off the phone cause that person ain't SHIT!” They ain't shit. But dudes are next level psycopaths. All of them. Staying at a women's shelter was eye opening. I would overhear conversations like, “BUT I LOVE YOUuuuuUu” Dudes be fucking chicks up in the head. All the way up. BITCH you're in a HOMELESS SHELTER. If he lets you sleep in this bitch even for 5 seconds he ain't SHIT. Get off the PHONE. Black people—or really—poor people, they love to talk on the phone. I don't know. I don't get it. I realized at a certain point i talked too much, and I was spending all my talking time talking to toxic people. So I stopped. Kind of. I talk to myself on my podcasts. Still can't decide if that's toxic or just what god wants so— I mean the downloads keep going up. Whatever. I should have a house. Dudes be having females out here homeless, worried about THEM. Woaaaahhhh. Anyway. But I realized: people love to talk on the phone. On the bus. At the gym. Wherever. Just “Talk talk talk/- Yap yap yap” about the dumbest shit. I realized how non bianary I am because females talk about the dumbest fucking shit. All dudes talk about is females so - I'm jaded at this point. Inequality is balls. This is how I learned the meaning of “no justice no peace” Like, the perpetual race war in this country has just created this division and unrest and it so fucking chaotic— But it's not just a race war. Dudes are fucking sick, intolerant. Greedy, destructive creatures. It's MAN WORLD so if you have a tiny dick or are an ugly female—you live at the bottom of the world. SUCKS TO SUUUUUUCK. “No justice, no peace” Colored people love to be loud—they've spent so much time being oppressed, it's apart of the culture to be like, “FUCK YOU, I'M HERE! WHAT YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT?!” I'm like, I get it. This is the definition of “disturbing the peace” After a week of this ridiculousness, I'm like, hey, maybe they're not racist: they just want you to be quiet. Lol that's not funny. They're like, “Ugh, this guy's breaking the law, he's disturbing the peace” The other cops like, “Just shoot him; if we arrest him he won't shut up” Lol that's terrible. Whatever. Colored people have been so neglected and oppressed now they kill each other. Whatever. There's no color to that shit. It's just men. Men are killers. But of course—I'm torn. I love babies—the only way you're gonna get one of them is to love a man—and once he impregnates you he can do whatever else to you he wants. He owns you after that. And you're just—tied to him. Destructive. Honestly, though—the difference between a good man and a bad man, or even a good woman and a bad woman—is a good mother. You have to have that. So I fucked up. I'm a whole trash can. But now I love/hate everybody equally. Everybody's fucked up. I hate myself the most. What! I'm homeless! That makes me a piece of shit! I'm shitty. And I get it. It's cultural oppression. This culture has been bred on slavery and neglect and oppression and so now you have to act out and be loud and ridiculous and rowdy. Okay. I get it. I do. But at this point, I'm like “This is the apocalypse, I'm ready for the world to end.” I don't give a fuck about whose black whose white what's right what's wrong, I'm like, “Nobody pays enough money for me to be miserable for 8-16 hours a day, I don't have a place to sleep or a friend in the world, just end it already, God, “ “Just fucking blow it all up. “ I'm ready for a nuclear fuckin war. “Drop that nuke directly on my face.” I want to be ground zero. Fuck this whole place. Fuck this existence. I'm over it. I don't care about anything. My basic needs aren't being met and I'm over it. I don't even have a fucking HOME. You need a home just to have a BODY. The only shit you do In your house is because you have to take care of your BODY for it to work. You have to shower. You have to eat. You have to sleep, These are not recommendations!! These are requirements, Once I realized that a great enough evil existed in the world to allow this to happen— I got over it. I'm like “fuck this race war” Where's the real one?! Drop some bombs in this bitch. Humans are fucked up. Black. White. Everybody in between. Everybody's fucked up, yo. Greed fucked up humanity. All of it. —but I spent some time in this women's shelter and I sterted to realize: maybe it's just because it's a man's world. Half these femakes are in here talking about being hung up on niggas— NIGGAS. And they're in a homeless shelter. I had been celibate for quite some time at this point; but it seemed like every goddess I met in this place was broken—and that brokenness came from the sacrifice of loving men, and having children. Men are fucked up! Needy, greedy, selfish motherfuckers. I'm not saying there aren't any good ones— There are. They're just married. I respect marriage so much. I respect marriage so much— to the point where, I ended mine, when I realized “This is not how marriage is supposed to be.” It's fucked up. The good ones are taken, usually. And the sad thing is, Sometimes people stay in toxic relationships long enough that they become toxic. That happened to me. I stayed with the wrong person just long enough to realize, like, “Great, now I'm shitty, too—you motherfucker” FUCK YOU MOTHERFUCKER. I would rather slit my wrists up and down than ever go back to my ex. Yep. I've committed suicide 27 times since I left my marriage. You know what the first successful suicide attempt was, though? My fucking marriage. UGH. FUCK THESE NIGGAS. They'll have you fucked up. They'll have you homeless. They don't care! They have dicks! They can just fuck you up—then walk away, and fuck somebody else up. And the thing is: there's always some dumb, useless 18 year old somewhere that's gonna think he's GOD. She's useless—except in ONE WAY. To him. Then when he's done with her? Yep. Trash pile. Fuck these dudes. So I'm in this women's shelter, where of course, as if I need more of a reminder that most men ain't shit *most, not all. Done offend men. They'll kill you. They'll worse than kill you. They'll knock you up; ruin your body; cheat on you—they'll fuck you up— Then kill you. So I'm in this shelter, and after the first night, they're like “okay, you have to have a physical, then a psyche assessment, then you'll get a permanent housing assignment” I'm like “okay” So I get my appointment, and I look at it, and the appointment for the psychiatric evaluation is like 10 days away— I'm like, “Wait a minute: So you're going to make me wait 10 days in a dirty, chaotic, gross fucking nasty place—10 sleepless nights surrounded by hood rats and garbage all over the place and shitty toilets, where it's freezing fucking cold and even the cops and the staff are fighting all the time—THEN you're going to give me a psyche evaluation?” “Yeah” Fuck the system. I'm just jaded. I love/hate everything and everyone the same. You know why? Cause it's the same fucking emotion. They're not opposites. They're just opposite ends of the same spectrum of the same exact emotion. Passion. Passionate fury Passionate love Passionate rage. All really the same thing. The opposite of love isn't hate. The opposite of love is fear. Weekend on a Tuesday R3HQB & Laidback Luke Love, much like death Is just an illusion another contusion, confusion I'm a loose fuse confusious Lucius, Lucifer loosens Two tooth's, apathetic: I'm so pathetic, No sympathy for the devil No empathy for the dead SUPACREE//Chak Chel is grocery shopping at stop n shop Why stop n shop CAUSE THERES NO WHOLE FOODS IN THE HOOD. Racist ass motherfuckers. Supacree. No, Dude. No. Okay! Chak Chel! Mm. -_- I need to talk to you. Please. Step away. Wait! M—no. [she moves to the left—he moves to the left—she moves the right right—he moves the the right.] *sighs* [she removes a stone from her pouch, and throws it on the ground: it opens up into a black hole like vortex.] Where does that go. I don't know. *she gestures, waving her hand in front of the hole* Uhh— She stares into his eyes and steps into the portal, which swallows her into a void. Oh, my God! He stares off into the distance worriedly— Seconds later, just outside the storefront, a portal opens—supacree/CC is set gently at the bus stop; DILLON FRANCIS, still inside the store, stares at her out the window, flabbergasted as she boards the bus, staring back at him through the window. The bus drives away. Why Dillon Francis Idk I died and went to hell and back and back to hell again An irrelevant disheveled devil drinking a rebbl in the back of the bus Full of disgust, looking busted and fucked up I'm stuck in a nightmare, I can't wake up Where's Shia laboeoff? It's wild and rough Inspired enough By being in lust Pretending it's love But it's nothing Jimmy Fallon FLASHBACK : season 4 ANANDAR has an interesting medallion. one time I fucked this dude cause he looked just like Skrillex; like that wasn't somehow gonna be a disaster. I mean, my life was already 100% crap—I thought: Couldn't really be much worse. Might as well fuck this dude: Not like I could ever get the real thing. Turns out I was wrong twice. FLASHBACK: season 6 SKRILLEX is obsessed with SUPACREE. Huh. Oh wow, yeah. Yeah. So what does Dillon Francis want out of this? Figure it out! Uhhh!! What about deadmau5? JOEL ZIMMERMAN I want nothing to do with this DEADMAU5 …are you sure. JOEL Yes. KASKADE enters swiftly. JOEL Ugh, this dude DEADMAU5 WHAT UP, HOMIE. KASKADE WHAT IS UP. JOEL Ugh. RYAN GARY RADDON enters, nonchalantly. RYAN …am I late? JOEL You made it! RYAN Well, I promised. DEADMAU5 You are late. KASKADE Ugh, this dude. RYAN Nobody likes you. DEADMAU5 Say that to my face. RYAN Where is it. KASKADE Ooh. Burn. JOEL Oh-Kay. Let's go. Lol. Where are these dudes going. I guess we'll see. PASQUALE. Ahem. PASQUALE— Yes? What are you doing? Working on something. Working on what. Something. PASQUALE WHAT. GET IN HERE. Fine, I don't have eyes— I super sauna Flora-Fauna Outer space And out of stardust Superstardom Flawed, But by design, Align with all of ‘em Fine, I really don't find you Kind of attractive Damn, I'm damaged Do you mind Or do you plan on dying anytime Fine I can't be white, But can be tiny, That way, finally, When I'm someone's wife; I'm the right weight and height for them to like me Enough that they might— I mean just might Not cheat. Horrible. All I want is your attention— A ten A ten-tension I wnant your attention A ten A ten-tension Locker number 87 was taken and though it hadn't immediately bothered me in the same way that it had a few days before, the unsettling feeling in the moments following at least prompted me to write something down. It did bother me to think of him with anyone else—and even sensing it or seeing it had set me off in a way I could neither explain nor describe, first sending me into a whirlwind which culminated in meeting Anandar, and secondly tailspinning me into a fit of fury —and while I still loved Sonny, there was something I felt for Dillon I couldn't entirely explain, and while the world was suddenly full of beautiful people—beautiful white people, to be exact— I realized I didn't want nor was I truly fit for any of them anyway, not that something like that mattered in my time of desperate need and desperation, unable to accumulate the focus or energy I needed to move up and out from this trench I was in, whatever it meant besides falling prey to the grueling captapilism on which the country I was raised to love was built, without it benefitting me in any way besides aesthetic. GODDAMMIT, DILLON FRANCISz WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO— Yeah, that's right— I'm gonna throw up. Don't throw up in my house. GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! THIS IS MY HOUSE— YOU DONT HAVE A HOUSE, BITCH— Aw, shit, it's on. KAAAAAHHHHMEEEEE— Is this dragon ball Z? No, it's FUCK YOU, YOU RUINED EVERYTHING If I hear Renaissance one more time, I might just— I might just You're right It's white power, it's alt right, I can't fight it It's alright It's just another night In the heights In the no flight list I'm on hiatus, I'm high, thanks plankton I'm pinapple, might just wine Or whinehouse, If I had my own house, despite this Whatever This records all hype, Supply and Demand I'm a Diamond For your demon Indegenous genetics yet I'm homeless, on stolen land I'm hopeless, once again I stole this l, I am Sam I'm alone in this— Here's your quest for fire, ya dumbass, It's bombastic, I'm so past it Just wanna throw a bomb at it; Used to catalogue albums Now I'm analog, all bad, I'm so mad I wanna take it all back Like all that This is Allllllll, that this is— Is she coming back? Maybe. MAYBE?! Look, just give me my 10 bands, bro. 10 bands?! ‘Ukrainian Ballerina Finds Solace In Dancing.' Oh man, they hate us Why God, do they hate us Light skinned ballerinas— Life is what you make it Raise up from this hatred Make my grave With raising canes and gravy Make the best of what you gave me Questions in my mind arising Or are racing I'm erasing pain but gazing at the TV thinking God, Why do they hate us Why do they hate us? USA Why do they hate us Why Why why Why do they hate us A master hypnotist; Why waste a wish on this— The fog, or mist obscured my vision Interest in THIS DOESNT MAKE ANY SENSE. Now, wake up. OH MY GOD. What do you want? I want to wake up from this nightmare, I want to be white, with blue eyes and long blonde hair I want to go to Long Island on the ferry, I want to be there, But clearly, I'm here, and I'm sorry But I'm growing wary That God's even aware of me I hate this. Oh shit. What, man. I just realized— we're all gonna get really old. Maybe… —or we're gonna die. Yeah, that's why I said “maybe” That's fucking terrifying. Dude, you're like 40–how are you just coming to grips with your mortality? …I don't know. *hits bong worriedly* I'M GONNA BE ALONE FOREVER. I'M GONNA BE ALONE FOREVER!!! Damn, Drake Bell; I didn't really think this would carry over into the 7th season, but—I gotta hand it to you; You stay fucking up. Dammit. What. I fucked up. You just stay fucking up And I stay fucking up And I say I'm over it, But I'm a stray puppy; A squirrel that's in search of a nut And you are what you eat So I guess I'm a butt Or bananas I've had it I almost miss my hammock I take that back I ________ Manhattan Hey, you gotta stay stateside. What. For what. NEWS: WORLD WAR III Ah, fucking shit. So, what am I supposed to do for mon— MILITARY: Get over here— No. Look, it's SkrillexZ. No. How about— No. Believe it or not, I want what you want, m I love what you love, and then some; Gone for a walk in the park, With my heart in my pocket, I hope she shows up soon I hope that she's all that you've always wanted Since I'm not, And when I'm gone My songs remind you of what Love was, The love that I had, And the love that I loved just to love And the love that I wrote in the songs that You offered I hope she shows up And she's all that you wanted; I want what you want, And I love what you love, I promise l I hope she shows up soon She's all that you wanted; I wanted to love you, But want what you want, hun I promise; I'm just coming off a long one I love you for the long haul, And then some // I keep on forgetting That I'm not that pretty to, Or around you So I'll just— Do what I do, And move into the room Where my room meets you, In the vacuum of time and— Collisions, and splinters Unseasonable winters and Missed kindergarten graduations, I'm assuming at least I can't move, Or can't focus, Can't write many words, Or recite all my poems There's just not enough time left That I have Imm mindless I might have to find A flight To the homeland, and I don't want to fight, in this war I was drafted; I wrote that before, Now I'm captain Disasterous… Has it begun yet? It hasn't been fun yet, Just tragic I haven't forggtten the traffic I still have the hat. I just might not be black But I'm back on the blacklist , I guess Sending signals, distress Matching sigmas, And sigils, Invested in candle light vigils Twisted like pretzels; The rest of the West is in shambles And I'm steady rambling, Scrambling What's the preamble, pastor? Last again firstly, And first again last; How's that feel? How's dinner after a hot meal, 2 days of cornmeal, I'm horny, But still won't eat honey All out of money l l Submitting to your said supremacy This, I'll remember— It's cinders and embers and ashes l The fire you search for Went out in the rain that I called for The dance that I managed to salvage From out of the past, Like the misters and masters I asked for the land that I am back And we're all just grains of sand And we're all just grains of sand And we're all just grains of sand I should want for nothing, But I find you at the forefront, Sniffing cocaine Yelling my name In the most profane way Ah, down the alley, she goes But— WHY ARE WE RUNNING YOU DID THIS, TIMMY, DON'T ASK ME STUPID QUESTIONS WHY DO YOU KEEP CALLING ME TIMMY CAUSE YOU'RE TIMMY, SHUTTHEFUCKUP! I'm losing control, now I can't get out of it Or into it I'm on a roll now; The role of my life, It turns out, Was just my life Now I'm lifeless inside “Yeah right” *sigh* “Like anybody loves me” *crying* “Like anybody likes me” Yeah, that's right Just lay down and die; Lay down in the street like a dog, “If you like” Attack on my psyche The love of my life was just like me He might be Are we even? What do you believe in? A seething scar on my iris. Dine in and drive ins. I'm meant to die now, that was my life, it seems; It's over for me, The American dream turned nightmare; I haven't seen this stream, I should lie here, I haven't been myself in a while, I'm liable to set the whole ass world on fire— Like I'm on a fire escape, Trying to tape my mistake At the brokenshaker; Makes sense in LA, But it's just another day here How's the weather? It's awful That's what I heard at the office tomorrow, I'll probably drown in my sorrows, A crown on and borrowed objects In my honor, No, dont't stop here This is bat country Now some Sunni blū shit Or SUPACREE, whoever she is: Nonexistent. Here's a spaghetti and shit sandwhich, Dillon Francis, I believe in magic, I swear, I just can't stand it I hate this planet; Might be nice if I could manage to— goddamnit. Captain. Where's she at? Off the map… There is no “off the map” Off the grid. Well, there's that. THE LEGEND OF SUPACREE We've been collecting data about this woman for a number of years. It's a woman? CUT TO: SUNNÏ BLŪ is not a woman. *gross stupid rapper shit* So I finally found the picture, And just stare at it I never really know what else to do So I just stare at it I used to keep it in the background, As my wallpaper, But couldn't stand it I'm just a fanatic, i-- I am Just a fanatic Damn I'm just a fanatic I never found my attic and My speaker set was stolen Just before one was about to blow (Before one was about to blow) I think I might go get my passport So I can just flee But I just don't know where to go (But I just don't know where to go) You probably hate me Or I hate me just enough for just the both of us I told you, I'm so sorry (I am sorry, I am sorry) You don't have to worry, I would never follow you; Online, or in the streets I'm just a fiend, I'm just an addict (Likeness is what you've attracted) So, there is no moving forward And there is no going back I want to go to Harvard But there is no going back And I used to think I had it, Turns out, I'm just "average" Got a job, But couldn't stand it, I I'm just a fanatic, i-- I am Just a fanatic Damn I'm just a fanatic I woke up from a bad dream And your music was so calming But I didn't really listen I was really only waking I just wished that I could listen But I wish a lot of things I wish to make this song I'm writing And wish you'd approve of me I wish that I was really pretty So I didn't have to try I wish I was so pretty that I could just look you in the eye I wish that you would stop and peep my Twitter page while scrolling by I wish that maybe I was half as pretty as my pretty vibe I wish that anytime I did something, you loved it every time I wish that when I think about you, I don't always have to cry I wish the girl who took the photograph was right here by my side; So I could ask if she or God herself adjusted all the light I want to know if she or God herself adjusted all the light I want to know not wonder why you both are always on my mind I wish I knew if she or God herself found peace where I found mine {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U. Very much so. Senator, a word. How many words? At least three. Why is it always three? MEANWHILE *in a deep meditative state VIA DILLON FRANCIS* *no, it's Hanzel* Shutthefuckup. Listen. This is a lot. Breathe. [stops breathing] I've got burning questions. That's just syphilis. I— It only stings a little; It only burns a lot— You were my love, I thought Lost, lost, at once But here you are, And not often have I wanted To imagine you a star Another catharsis Another conundrum The world is at war, And the source that we come from, Abolished, So long lost and gone from our thoughts Now, Think fondly of lust, As she fondled the heart that she clutches From dawn until dusk, After sunset, Once buried but polished, recovered And thought of more often, Than spawned in the rust of the under and all of the marvelous— What was it? What? “The Jimmy Fallon Conspiracy” That is a good band name! What was the other one? “Bad with Matches” I like that. There was one more… Uh… {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

“White people suck!” This is a self-stated fact. White people are the only ones going around saying that shit. I mean, everyone else thinks it, it's true. Lots of people say it—just in other ways. Not exactly like that. “White people suck!” White people say this about themselves, as if they're not getting a little bit of fucking sociopathic joy out of it. I lived with a white a supremacist that may or may not have known he was a white supremacist. *may or may not have* He would say shit bordering on the brink of slight psychological torture. He'd say shit like “WE made OURSELVES the TOP RACE” Like, the fact that you're using words like ‘we' and ‘ourselves' indicate that YOU believe yourself to be a member of the so-said “top race” Not true. White people are not the top race. There are more retarded white people in the world than any other races. White people have been historically racist to the point that they fucked up their own gene pool imbreeding. Like: yes. They have held a majority of the money ans power on this planet for long enough that the entire world is programmed to think blue eyes are prettier— People with blue eyes have easier lives, period. Period. They get away with so much shit. This is a result of white dominance. It's true. But this guy. Lol. This guy would say things like “WE made ourselves the TOP RACE” And then further contradict himself by saying things like, “I don't believe in race” He was a narcissist. Yeah. Only thing worse than a narcissist? A white supremacy narcissist who doesn't know or understand he's either of those things. FUCK. I took him to my gym—but only because he let me stay in his spare bedroom for $11. Flex. More on that later. I personally think it's because he was a white supremacist trying to physiologically terrorize me by continually bringing up the effects of white power on my entire existence— BUT. He would say the most ignorant shit, that wasn't entirely ignorant—like he made decent and factual points, it was just ignorant that he was talking about it at all. To me. A homeless, black woman. It was like he was rubbing it in my face. For ten days he pretty much just came up with extremely inventive ways to approach me and be like “I'M WHITE AND YOURE BLACK AND MY LIFE IS AWESOME AND YOUR LIFE SUCKS BECAUSE I'M A WHITE MAN, AND YOU'RE A BLACK WOMAN!!!!l” I'm like, dude…shut up. “WHITE PEOPLE SUCK!” Okay. You're egging on a race war. I still don't hate white people. At this point I just see they're typically power tripping sadists. It's okay. Like everything he said or brought up apparently to try to make me feel better—actually made me feel WORSE to the point where I decided he was doing this on purpose. I'm like, This is the new white power movent: We make a majority of them homeless, lure them into our domiciles, and then remind them that hey don't have domiciles. Because of us. Pretend to feel sorry about it, mentally torture and disable them, and then send them back into the streets to squabble and kill each other! Perfect. But no, they are not the “top race” There are more retarded white people than anyone else— We even had one as President for 8 years! I'm just kidding. No, I'm not. I don't hate trump. He's just mentally disabled, being politically correct. I don't hate him! He's hilarious! When he's not directly effecting my existence— Hes funny. But: a perfect example of what the Caucasian's have done to themselves. And the fact that it doesn't matter, because when you have millions of dollars, you can be a literal retard, and rule the world! Wow! No, it's okay. I'm not racist. I went from his place—directly to a homeless shelter, where 99% of women there were black. I learned to love-hate everybody equally. Black people love to talk on the fuckin phone. So come lights out, everybody's on the fuckin phone, I'm like, SHUT THE FUCK UP. Everybody's on the phone. I'm like “Bro, if you actually have all these people to talk to, you should have somewhere to stay other than this dump.” I'm like, “I'm obviously here cause I'm a piece of shit and nobody loves me— You're on the phone from 11 PM till forever and you can't just go to their house and sleep there?! No! Then get off the phone cause that person ain't SHIT!” They ain't shit. But dudes are next level psycopaths. All of them. Staying at a women's shelter was eye opening. I would overhear conversations like, “BUT I LOVE YOUuuuuUu” Dudes be fucking chicks up in the head. All the way up. BITCH you're in a HOMELESS SHELTER. If he lets you sleep in this bitch even for 5 seconds he ain't SHIT. Get off the PHONE. Black people—or really—poor people, they love to talk on the phone. I don't know. I don't get it. I realized at a certain point i talked too much, and I was spending all my talking time talking to toxic people. So I stopped. Kind of. I talk to myself on my podcasts. Still can't decide if that's toxic or just what god wants so— I mean the downloads keep going up. Whatever. I should have a house. Dudes be having females out here homeless, worried about THEM. Woaaaahhhh. Anyway. But I realized: people love to talk on the phone. On the bus. At the gym. Wherever. Just “Talk talk talk/- Yap yap yap” about the dumbest shit. I realized how non bianary I am because females talk about the dumbest fucking shit. All dudes talk about is females so - I'm jaded at this point. Inequality is balls. This is how I learned the meaning of “no justice no peace” Like, the perpetual race war in this country has just created this division and unrest and it so fucking chaotic— But it's not just a race war. Dudes are fucking sick, intolerant. Greedy, destructive creatures. It's MAN WORLD so if you have a tiny dick or are an ugly female—you live at the bottom of the world. SUCKS TO SUUUUUUCK. “No justice, no peace” Colored people love to be loud—they've spent so much time being oppressed, it's apart of the culture to be like, “FUCK YOU, I'M HERE! WHAT YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT?!” I'm like, I get it. This is the definition of “disturbing the peace” After a week of this ridiculousness, I'm like, hey, maybe they're not racist: they just want you to be quiet. Lol that's not funny. They're like, “Ugh, this guy's breaking the law, he's disturbing the peace” The other cops like, “Just shoot him; if we arrest him he won't shut up” Lol that's terrible. Whatever. Colored people have been so neglected and oppressed now they kill each other. Whatever. There's no color to that shit. It's just men. Men are killers. But of course—I'm torn. I love babies—the only way you're gonna get one of them is to love a man—and once he impregnates you he can do whatever else to you he wants. He owns you after that. And you're just—tied to him. Destructive. Honestly, though—the difference between a good man and a bad man, or even a good woman and a bad woman—is a good mother. You have to have that. So I fucked up. I'm a whole trash can. But now I love/hate everybody equally. Everybody's fucked up. I hate myself the most. What! I'm homeless! That makes me a piece of shit! I'm shitty. And I get it. It's cultural oppression. This culture has been bred on slavery and neglect and oppression and so now you have to act out and be loud and ridiculous and rowdy. Okay. I get it. I do. But at this point, I'm like “This is the apocalypse, I'm ready for the world to end.” I don't give a fuck about whose black whose white what's right what's wrong, I'm like, “Nobody pays enough money for me to be miserable for 8-16 hours a day, I don't have a place to sleep or a friend in the world, just end it already, God, “ “Just fucking blow it all up. “ I'm ready for a nuclear fuckin war. “Drop that nuke directly on my face.” I want to be ground zero. Fuck this whole place. Fuck this existence. I'm over it. I don't care about anything. My basic needs aren't being met and I'm over it. I don't even have a fucking HOME. You need a home just to have a BODY. The only shit you do In your house is because you have to take care of your BODY for it to work. You have to shower. You have to eat. You have to sleep, These are not recommendations!! These are requirements, Once I realized that a great enough evil existed in the world to allow this to happen— I got over it. I'm like “fuck this race war” Where's the real one?! Drop some bombs in this bitch. Humans are fucked up. Black. White. Everybody in between. Everybody's fucked up, yo. Greed fucked up humanity. All of it. —but I spent some time in this women's shelter and I sterted to realize: maybe it's just because it's a man's world. Half these femakes are in here talking about being hung up on niggas— NIGGAS. And they're in a homeless shelter. I had been celibate for quite some time at this point; but it seemed like every goddess I met in this place was broken—and that brokenness came from the sacrifice of loving men, and having children. Men are fucked up! Needy, greedy, selfish motherfuckers. I'm not saying there aren't any good ones— There are. They're just married. I respect marriage so much. I respect marriage so much— to the point where, I ended mine, when I realized “This is not how marriage is supposed to be.” It's fucked up. The good ones are taken, usually. And the sad thing is, Sometimes people stay in toxic relationships long enough that they become toxic. That happened to me. I stayed with the wrong person just long enough to realize, like, “Great, now I'm shitty, too—you motherfucker” FUCK YOU MOTHERFUCKER. I would rather slit my wrists up and down than ever go back to my ex. Yep. I've committed suicide 27 times since I left my marriage. You know what the first successful suicide attempt was, though? My fucking marriage. UGH. FUCK THESE NIGGAS. They'll have you fucked up. They'll have you homeless. They don't care! They have dicks! They can just fuck you up—then walk away, and fuck somebody else up. And the thing is: there's always some dumb, useless 18 year old somewhere that's gonna think he's GOD. She's useless—except in ONE WAY. To him. Then when he's done with her? Yep. Trash pile. Fuck these dudes. So I'm in this women's shelter, where of course, as if I need more of a reminder that most men ain't shit *most, not all. Done offend men. They'll kill you. They'll worse than kill you. They'll knock you up; ruin your body; cheat on you—they'll fuck you up— Then kill you. So I'm in this shelter, and after the first night, they're like “okay, you have to have a physical, then a psyche assessment, then you'll get a permanent housing assignment” I'm like “okay” So I get my appointment, and I look at it, and the appointment for the psychiatric evaluation is like 10 days away— I'm like, “Wait a minute: So you're going to make me wait 10 days in a dirty, chaotic, gross fucking nasty place—10 sleepless nights surrounded by hood rats and garbage all over the place and shitty toilets, where it's freezing fucking cold and even the cops and the staff are fighting all the time—THEN you're going to give me a psyche evaluation?” “Yeah” Fuck the system. I'm just jaded. I love/hate everything and everyone the same. You know why? Cause it's the same fucking emotion. They're not opposites. They're just opposite ends of the same spectrum of the same exact emotion. Passion. Passionate fury Passionate love Passionate rage. All really the same thing. The opposite of love isn't hate. The opposite of love is fear. Weekend on a Tuesday R3HQB & Laidback Luke Love, much like death Is just an illusion another contusion, confusion I'm a loose fuse confusious Lucius, Lucifer loosens Two tooth's, apathetic: I'm so pathetic, No sympathy for the devil No empathy for the dead SUPACREE//Chak Chel is grocery shopping at stop n shop Why stop n shop CAUSE THERES NO WHOLE FOODS IN THE HOOD. Racist ass motherfuckers. Supacree. No, Dude. No. Okay! Chak Chel! Mm. -_- I need to talk to you. Please. Step away. Wait! M—no. [she moves to the left—he moves to the left—she moves the right right—he moves the the right.] *sighs* [she removes a stone from her pouch, and throws it on the ground: it opens up into a black hole like vortex.] Where does that go. I don't know. *she gestures, waving her hand in front of the hole* Uhh— She stares into his eyes and steps into the portal, which swallows her into a void. Oh, my God! He stares off into the distance worriedly— Seconds later, just outside the storefront, a portal opens—supacree/CC is set gently at the bus stop; DILLON FRANCIS, still inside the store, stares at her out the window, flabbergasted as she boards the bus, staring back at him through the window. The bus drives away. Why Dillon Francis Idk I died and went to hell and back and back to hell again An irrelevant disheveled devil drinking a rebbl in the back of the bus Full of disgust, looking busted and fucked up I'm stuck in a nightmare, I can't wake up Where's Shia laboeoff? It's wild and rough Inspired enough By being in lust Pretending it's love But it's nothing Jimmy Fallon FLASHBACK : season 4 ANANDAR has an interesting medallion. one time I fucked this dude cause he looked just like Skrillex; like that wasn't somehow gonna be a disaster. I mean, my life was already 100% crap—I thought: Couldn't really be much worse. Might as well fuck this dude: Not like I could ever get the real thing. Turns out I was wrong twice. FLASHBACK: season 6 SKRILLEX is obsessed with SUPACREE. Huh. Oh wow, yeah. Yeah. So what does Dillon Francis want out of this? Figure it out! Uhhh!! What about deadmau5? JOEL ZIMMERMAN I want nothing to do with this DEADMAU5 …are you sure. JOEL Yes. KASKADE enters swiftly. JOEL Ugh, this dude DEADMAU5 WHAT UP, HOMIE. KASKADE WHAT IS UP. JOEL Ugh. RYAN GARY RADDON enters, nonchalantly. RYAN …am I late? JOEL You made it! RYAN Well, I promised. DEADMAU5 You are late. KASKADE Ugh, this dude. RYAN Nobody likes you. DEADMAU5 Say that to my face. RYAN Where is it. KASKADE Ooh. Burn. JOEL Oh-Kay. Let's go. Lol. Where are these dudes going. I guess we'll see. PASQUALE. Ahem. PASQUALE— Yes? What are you doing? Working on something. Working on what. Something. PASQUALE WHAT. GET IN HERE. Fine, I don't have eyes— I super sauna Flora-Fauna Outer space And out of stardust Superstardom Flawed, But by design, Align with all of ‘em Fine, I really don't find you Kind of attractive Damn, I'm damaged Do you mind Or do you plan on dying anytime Fine I can't be white, But can be tiny, That way, finally, When I'm someone's wife; I'm the right weight and height for them to like me Enough that they might— I mean just might Not cheat. Horrible. All I want is your attention— A ten A ten-tension I wnant your attention A ten A ten-tension Locker number 87 was taken and though it hadn't immediately bothered me in the same way that it had a few days before, the unsettling feeling in the moments following at least prompted me to write something down. It did bother me to think of him with anyone else—and even sensing it or seeing it had set me off in a way I could neither explain nor describe, first sending me into a whirlwind which culminated in meeting Anandar, and secondly tailspinning me into a fit of fury —and while I still loved Sonny, there was something I felt for Dillon I couldn't entirely explain, and while the world was suddenly full of beautiful people—beautiful white people, to be exacta, I realized I didn't want nor was I truly fit for any of them anyway, not that something like that mattered in my time of desperate need and desperation, unable to accumulate the focus or energy I needed to move up and out from this trench I was in, whatever it meant besides falling prey to the grueling captapilism on which the country I was raised to love was built, without it benefitting me in any way besides aesthetic. GODDAMMIT, DILLON FRANCISz WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO— Yeah, that's right— I'm gonna throw up. Don't throw up in my house. GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! THIS IS MY HOUSE— YOU DONT HAVE A HOUSE, BITCH— Aw, shit, it's on. KAAAAAHHHHMEEEEE— Is this dragon ball Z? No, it's FUCK YOU, YOU RUINED EVERYTHING If I hear Renaissance one more time, I might just— I might just You're right It's white power, it's alt right, I can't fight it It's alright It's just another night In the heights In the no flight list I'm on hiatus, I'm high, thanks plankton I'm pinapple, might just wine Or whinehouse, If I had my own house, despite this Whatever This records all hype, Supply and Demand I'm a Diamond For your demon Indegenous genetics yet I'm homeless, on stolen land I'm hopeless, once again I stole this l, I am Sam I'm alone in this— Here's your quest for fire, ya dumbass, It's bombastic, I'm so past it Just wanna throw a bomb at it; Used to cetalogue albums Bow I'm analog, all bad, I'm so mad I wanna take it all back Like all that This is Allllllll, that this is— Is she coming back? Maybe. MAYBE?! Look, just give me my 10 bands, bro. 10 bands?! ‘Ukrainian Ballerina Finds Solace In Dancing.' Oh man, they hate us Why God, do they hate us Light skinned ballerinas— Life is what you make it Raise up from this hatred Make my grave With raising canes and gravy Make the best of what you gave me Questions in my mind arising Or are rasing I'm erasing pain but gazing at the TV thinking God, Why do they hate us Why do they hate us? USA Why do they hate us Why Why why Why do they hate us A master hypnotist; Why waste a wish on this— The fog, or mist obscured my vision Interest in THIS DOESNT MAKE ANY SENSE. Now, wake up. OH MY GOD. What do you want? I want to wake up from this nightmare, I want to be white, with blue eyes and long blonde hair I want to go to Long Island on the ferry, I want to be there, But clearly, I'm here, and I'm sorry But I'm growing wary That God's even aware of me I hate this. Oh shit. What, man. I just realized— we're all gonna get really old. Maybe… —or we're gonna die. Yeah, that's why I said “maybe” That's fucking terrifying. Dude, you're like 40–how are you just coming to grips with your mortality? …I don't know. *hits bong worriedly* I'M GONNA BE ALONE FOREVER. I'M GONNA BE ALONE FOREVER!!! Damn, Drake Bell; I didn't really think this would carry over into the 7th season, but—I gotta hand it to you; You stay fucking up. Dammit. What. I fucked up. You just stay fucking up And I stay fucking up And I say I'm over it, But I'm a stray puppy; A squirrel that's in search of a nut And you are what you eat So I guess I'm a butt Or bananas I'be had it I almost miss my hammock I take that back I ________ Manhattan Hey, you gotta stay stateside. What. For what. NEWS: WORLD WAR III Ah, fucking shit. So, what am I supposed to do for mon— MILITARY: Get over here— No. Look, it's SkrillexZ. No. How about— No. Believe it or not, I want what you want, m I love what you love, and then some; Gone for a walk in the park, With my heart in my pocket, I hope she shows up soon I hope that she's all that you've always wanted Since I'm not, And when I'm gone My songs remind you of what Love was, The love that I had, And the love that I loved just to love And the love that I wrote in the songs that You offered I hope she shows up And she's all that you wanted; I want what you want, And I love what you love, I promise l I hope she shows up soon She's all that you wanted; I wanted to love you, But want what you want, hun I promise; I'm just coming off a long one I love you for the long haul, And then some // I keep on forgetting That I'm not that pretty to, Or around you So I'll just— Do what I do, And move into the room Where my room meets you, In the vacuum of time and— Collisions, and splinters Unseasonable winters and Missed kindergarten graduations, I'm assuming at least I can't move, Or can't focus, Can't write many words, Or recite all my poems There's just not enough time left That I have Imm mindless I might have to find A flight To the homeland, and I don't want to fight, in this war I was drafted; I wrote that before, Now I'm captain Disasterous… Has it begun yet? It hasn't been fun yet, Just tragic I haven't forggtten the traffic I still have the hat. I just might not be black But I'm back on the blacklist , I guess Sending signals, distress Matching sigmas, And sigils, Invested in candle light vigils Twisted like pretzels; The rest of the West is in shambles And I'm steady rambling, Scrambling What's the preamble, pastor? Last again firstly, And first again last; How's that feel? How's dinner after a hot meal, 2 days of cornmeal, I'm horny, But still won't eat honey All out of money l l Submitting to your said supremacy This, I'll remember— It's cinders and embers and ashes l The fire you search for Went out in the rain that I called for The dance that I managed to salvage From out of the past, Like the misters and masters I asked for the land that I am back And we're all just grains of sand And we're all just grains of sand And we're all just grains of sand I should want for nothing, But I find you at the forefront, Sniffing cocaine Yelling my name In the most profane way Ah, down the alley, she goes But— WHY ARE WE RUNNING YOU DID THIS, TIMMY, DON'T ASK ME STUPID QUESTIONS WHY DO YOU KEEP CALLING ME TIMMY CAUSE YOU'RE TIMMY, SHUTTHEFUCKUP! I'm losing control, now I can't get out of it Or into it I'm on a roll now; The role of my life, It turns out, Was just my life Now I'm lifeless inside “Yeah right” *sigh* “Like anybody loves me” *crying* “Like anybody likes me” Yeah, that's right Just lay down and die; Lay down in the street like a dog, “If you like” Attack on my psyche The love of my life was just like me He might be Are we even? What do you believe in? A seething scar on my iris. Dine in and drive ins. I'm meant to die now, that was my life, it seems; It's over for me, The American dream turned nightmare; I haven't seen this stream, I should lie here, I haven't been myself in a while, I'm liable to set the whole ass world on fire— Like I'm on a fire escape, Trying to tape my mistake At the brokenshaker; Makes sense in LA, But it's just another day here How's the weather? It's awful That's what I heard at the office tomorrow, I'll probably drown in my sorrows, A crown on and borrowed objects In my honor, No, dont't stop here This is bat country Now some Sunni blū shit Or SUPACREE, whoever she is: Nonexistent. Here's a spaghetti and shit sandwhich, Dillon Francis, I believe in magic, I swear, I just can't stand it I hate this planet; Might be nice if I could manage to— goddamnit. Captain. Where's she at? Off the map… There is no “off the map” Off the grid. Well, there's that. THE LEGEND OF SUPACREE We've been collecting data about this woman for a number of years. It's a woman? CUT TO: SUNNÏ BLŪ is not a woman. *gross stupid rapper shit* Very much so. Senator, a word. How many words? At least three. Why is it always three? MEANWHILE *in a deep meditative state VIA DILLON FRANCIS* *no, it's Hanzel* Shutthefuckup. Listen. This is a lot. Breathe. [stops breathing] I've got burning questions. That's just syphilis. I— It only stings a little; It only burns a lot— You were my love, I thought Lost, lost, at once But here you are, And not often have I wanted To imagine you a star Another catharsis Another conundrum The world is at war, And the source that we come from, Abolished, So long lost and gone from our thoughts Now, Think fondly of lust, As she fondled the heart that she clutches From dawn until dusk, After sunset, Once buried but polished, recovered And thought of more often, Than spawned in the rust of the under and all of the marvelous— What was it? What? “The Jimmy Fallon Conspiracy” That is a good band name! What was the other one? “Bad with Matches” I like that. There was one more… Uh… {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

“White people suck!” This is a self-stated fact. White people are the only ones going around saying that shit. I mean, everyone else thinks it, it's true. Lots of people say it—just in other ways. Not exactly like that. “White people suck!” White people say this about themselves, as if they're not getting a little bit of fucking sociopathic joy out of it. I lived with a white a supremacist that may or may not have known he was a white supremacist. *may or may not have* He would say shit bordering on the brink of slight psychological torture. He'd say shit like “WE made OURSELVES the TOP RACE” Like, the fact that you're using words like ‘we' and ‘ourselves' indicate that YOU believe yourself to be a member of the so-said “top race” Not true. White people are not the top race. There are more retarded white people in the world than any other races. White people have been historically racist to the point that they fucked up their own gene pool imbreeding. Like: yes. They have held a majority of the money ans power on this planet for long enough that the entire world is programmed to think blue eyes are prettier— People with blue eyes have easier lives, period. Period. They get away with so much shit. This is a result of white dominance. It's true. But this guy. Lol. This guy would say things like “WE made ourselves the TOP RACE” And then further contradict himself by saying things like, “I don't believe in race” He was a narcissist. Yeah. Only thing worse than a narcissist? A white supremacy narcissist who doesn't know or understand he's either of those things. FUCK. I took him to my gym—but only because he let me stay in his spare bedroom for $11. Flex. More on that later. I personally think it's because he was a white supremacist trying to physiologically terrorize me by continually bringing up the effects of white power on my entire existence— BUT. He would say the most ignorant shit, that wasn't entirely ignorant—like he made decent and factual points, it was just ignorant that he was talking about it at all. To me. A homeless, black woman. It was like he was rubbing it in my face. For ten days he pretty much just came up with extremely inventive ways to approach me and be like “I'M WHITE AND YOURE BLACK AND MY LIFE IS AWESOME AND YOUR LIFE SUCKS BECAUSE I'M A WHITE MAN, AND YOU'RE A BLACK WOMAN!!!!l” I'm like, dude…shut up. “WHITE PEOPLE SUCK!” Okay. You're egging on a race war. I still don't hate white people. At this point I just see they're typically power tripping sadists. It's okay. Like everything he said or brought up apparently to try to make me feel better—actually made me feel WORSE to the point where I decided he was doing this on purpose. I'm like, This is the new white power movent: We make a majority of them homeless, lure them into our domiciles, and then remind them that hey don't have domiciles. Because of us. Pretend to feel sorry about it, mentally torture and disable them, and then send them back into the streets to squabble and kill each other! Perfect. But no, they are not the “top race” There are more retarded white people than anyone else— We even had one as President for 8 years! I'm just kidding. No, I'm not. I don't hate trump. He's just mentally disabled, being politically correct. I don't hate him! He's hilarious! When he's not directly effecting my existence— Hes funny. But: a perfect example of what the Caucasian's have done to themselves. And the fact that it doesn't matter, because when you have millions of dollars, you can be a literal retard, and rule the world! Wow! No, it's okay. I'm not racist. I went from his place—directly to a homeless shelter, where 99% of women there were black. I learned to love-hate everybody equally. Black people love to talk on the fuckin phone. So come lights out, everybody's on the fuckin phone, I'm like, SHUT THE FUCK UP. Everybody's on the phone. I'm like “Bro, if you actually have all these people to talk to, you should have somewhere to stay other than this dump.” I'm like, “I'm obviously here cause I'm a piece of shit and nobody loves me— You're on the phone from 11 PM till forever and you can't just go to their house and sleep there?! No! Then get off the phone cause that person ain't SHIT!” They ain't shit. But dudes are next level psycopaths. All of them. Staying at a women's shelter was eye opening. I would overhear conversations like, “BUT I LOVE YOUuuuuUu” Dudes be fucking chicks up in the head. All the way up. BITCH you're in a HOMELESS SHELTER. If he lets you sleep in this bitch even for 5 seconds he ain't SHIT. Get off the PHONE. Black people—or really—poor people, they love to talk on the phone. I don't know. I don't get it. I realized at a certain point i talked too much, and I was spending all my talking time talking to toxic people. So I stopped. Kind of. I talk to myself on my podcasts. Still can't decide if that's toxic or just what god wants so— I mean the downloads keep going up. Whatever. I should have a house. Dudes be having females out here homeless, worried about THEM. Woaaaahhhh. Anyway. But I realized: people love to talk on the phone. On the bus. At the gym. Wherever. Just “Talk talk talk/- Yap yap yap” about the dumbest shit. I realized how non bianary I am because females talk about the dumbest fucking shit. All dudes talk about is females so - I'm jaded at this point. Inequality is balls. This is how I learned the meaning of “no justice no peace” Like, the perpetual race war in this country has just created this division and unrest and it so fucking chaotic— But it's not just a race war. Dudes are fucking sick, intolerant. Greedy, destructive creatures. It's MAN WORLD so if you have a tiny dick or are an ugly female—you live at the bottom of the world. SUCKS TO SUUUUUUCK. “No justice, no peace” Colored people love to be loud—they've spent so much time being oppressed, it's apart of the culture to be like, “FUCK YOU, I'M HERE! WHAT YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT?!” I'm like, I get it. This is the definition of “disturbing the peace” After a week of this ridiculousness, I'm like, hey, maybe they're not racist: they just want you to be quiet. Lol that's not funny. They're like, “Ugh, this guy's breaking the law, he's disturbing the peace” The other cops like, “Just shoot him; if we arrest him he won't shut up” Lol that's terrible. Whatever. Colored people have been so neglected and oppressed now they kill each other. Whatever. There's no color to that shit. It's just men. Men are killers. But of course—I'm torn. I love babies—the only way you're gonna get one of them is to love a man—and once he impregnates you he can do whatever else to you he wants. He owns you after that. And you're just—tied to him. Destructive. Honestly, though—the difference between a good man and a bad man, or even a good woman and a bad woman—is a good mother. You have to have that. So I fucked up. I'm a whole trash can. But now I love/hate everybody equally. Everybody's fucked up. I hate myself the most. What! I'm homeless! That makes me a piece of shit! I'm shitty. And I get it. It's cultural oppression. This culture has been bred on slavery and neglect and oppression and so now you have to act out and be loud and ridiculous and rowdy. Okay. I get it. I do. But at this point, I'm like “This is the apocalypse, I'm ready for the world to end.” I don't give a fuck about whose black whose white what's right what's wrong, I'm like, “Nobody pays enough money for me to be miserable for 8-16 hours a day, I don't have a place to sleep or a friend in the world, just end it already, God, “ “Just fucking blow it all up. “ I'm ready for a nuclear fuckin war. “Drop that nuke directly on my face.” I want to be ground zero. Fuck this whole place. Fuck this existence. I'm over it. I don't care about anything. My basic needs aren't being met and I'm over it. I don't even have a fucking HOME. You need a home just to have a BODY. The only shit you do In your house is because you have to take care of your BODY for it to work. You have to shower. You have to eat. You have to sleep, These are not recommendations!! These are requirements, Once I realized that a great enough evil existed in the world to allow this to happen— I got over it. I'm like “fuck this race war” Where's the real one?! Drop some bombs in this bitch. Humans are fucked up. Black. White. Everybody in between. Everybody's fucked up, yo. Greed fucked up humanity. All of it. —but I spent some time in this women's shelter and I sterted to realize: maybe it's just because it's a man's world. Half these femakes are in here talking about being hung up on niggas— NIGGAS. And they're in a homeless shelter. I had been celibate for quite some time at this point; but it seemed like every goddess I met in this place was broken—and that brokenness came from the sacrifice of loving men, and having children. Men are fucked up! Needy, greedy, selfish motherfuckers. I'm not saying there aren't any good ones— There are. They're just married. I respect marriage so much. I respect marriage so much— to the point where, I ended mine, when I realized “This is not how marriage is supposed to be.” It's fucked up. The good ones are taken, usually. And the sad thing is, Sometimes people stay in toxic relationships long enough that they become toxic. That happened to me. I stayed with the wrong person just long enough to realize, like, “Great, now I'm shitty, too—you motherfucker” FUCK YOU MOTHERFUCKER. I would rather slit my wrists up and down than ever go back to my ex. Yep. I've committed suicide 27 times since I left my marriage. You know what the first successful suicide attempt was, though? My fucking marriage. UGH. FUCK THESE NIGGAS. They'll have you fucked up. They'll have you homeless. They don't care! They have dicks! They can just fuck you up—then walk away, and fuck somebody else up. And the thing is: there's always some dumb, useless 18 year old somewhere that's gonna think he's GOD. She's useless—except in ONE WAY. To him. Then when he's done with her? Yep. Trash pile. Fuck these dudes. So I'm in this women's shelter, where of course, as if I need more of a reminder that most men ain't shit *most, not all. Done offend men. They'll kill you. They'll worse than kill you. They'll knock you up; ruin your body; cheat on you—they'll fuck you up— Then kill you. So I'm in this shelter, and after the first night, they're like “okay, you have to have a physical, then a psyche assessment, then you'll get a permanent housing assignment” I'm like “okay” So I get my appointment, and I look at it, and the appointment for the psychiatric evaluation is like 10 days away— I'm like, “Wait a minute: So you're going to make me wait 10 days in a dirty, chaotic, gross fucking nasty place—10 sleepless nights surrounded by hood rats and garbage all over the place and shitty toilets, where it's freezing fucking cold and even the cops and the staff are fighting all the time—THEN you're going to give me a psyche evaluation?” “Yeah” Fuck the system. I'm just jaded. I love/hate everything and everyone the same. You know why? Cause it's the same fucking emotion. They're not opposites. They're just opposite ends of the same spectrum of the same exact emotion. Passion. Passionate fury Passionate love Passionate rage. All really the same thing. The opposite of love isn't hate. The opposite of love is fear. Weekend on a Tuesday R3HQB & Laidback Luke Love, much like death Is just an illusion another contusion, confusion I'm a loose fuse confusious Lucius, Lucifer loosens Two tooth's, apathetic: I'm so pathetic, No sympathy for the devil No empathy for the dead SUPACREE//Chak Chel is grocery shopping at stop n shop Why stop n shop CAUSE THERES NO WHOLE FOODS IN THE HOOD. Racist ass motherfuckers. Supacree. No, Dude. No. Okay! Chak Chel! Mm. -_- I need to talk to you. Please. Step away. Wait! M—no. [she moves to the left—he moves to the left—she moves the right right—he moves the the right.] *sighs* [she removes a stone from her pouch, and throws it on the ground: it opens up into a black hole like vortex.] Where does that go. I don't know. *she gestures, waving her hand in front of the hole* Uhh— She stares into his eyes and steps into the portal, which swallows her into a void. Oh, my God! He stares off into the distance worriedly— Seconds later, just outside the storefront, a portal opens—supacree/CC is set gently at the bus stop; DILLON FRANCIS, still inside the store, stares at her out the window, flabbergasted as she boards the bus, staring back at him through the window. The bus drives away. Why Dillon Francis Idk I died and went to hell and back and back to hell again An irrelevant disheveled devil drinking a rebbl in the back of the bus Full of disgust, looking busted and fucked up I'm stuck in a nightmare, I can't wake up Where's Shia laboeoff? It's wild and rough Inspired enough By being in lust Pretending it's love But it's nothing Jimmy Fallon FLASHBACK : season 4 ANANDAR has an interesting medallion. one time I fucked this dude cause he looked just like Skrillex; like that wasn't somehow gonna be a disaster. I mean, my life was already 100% crap—I thought: Couldn't really be much worse. Might as well fuck this dude: Not like I could ever get the real thing. Turns out I was wrong twice. FLASHBACK: season 6 SKRILLEX is obsessed with SUPACREE. Huh. Oh wow, yeah. Yeah. So what does Dillon Francis want out of this? Figure it out! Uhhh!! What about deadmau5? JOEL ZIMMERMAN I want nothing to do with this DEADMAU5 …are you sure. JOEL Yes. KASKADE enters swiftly. JOEL Ugh, this dude DEADMAU5 WHAT UP, HOMIE. KASKADE WHAT IS UP. JOEL Ugh. RYAN GARY RADDON enters, nonchalantly. RYAN …am I late? JOEL You made it! RYAN Well, I promised. DEADMAU5 You are late. KASKADE Ugh, this dude. RYAN Nobody likes you. DEADMAU5 Say that to my face. RYAN Where is it. KASKADE Ooh. Burn. JOEL Oh-Kay. Let's go. Lol. Where are these dudes going. I guess we'll see. PASQUALE. Ahem. PASQUALE— Yes? What are you doing? Working on something. Working on what. Something. PASQUALE WHAT. GET IN HERE. Fine, I don't have eyes— I super sauna Flora-Fauna Outer space And out of stardust Superstardom Flawed, But by design, Align with all of ‘em Fine, I really don't find you Kind of attractive Damn, I'm damaged Do you mind Or do you plan on dying anytime Fine I can't be white, But can be tiny, That way, finally, When I'm someone's wife; I'm the right weight and height for them to like me Enough that they might— I mean just might Not cheat. Horrible. All I want is your attention— A ten A ten-tension I wnant your attention A ten A ten-tension Locker number 87 was taken and though it hadn't immediately bothered me in the same way that it had a few days before, the unsettling feeling in the moments following at least prompted me to write something down. It did bother me to think of him with anyone else—and even sensing it or seeing it had set me off in a way I could neither explain nor describe, first sending me into a whirlwind which culminated in meeting Anandar, and secondly tailspinning me into a fit of fury —and while I still loved Sonny, there was something I felt for Dillon I couldn't entirely explain, and while the world was suddenly full of beautiful people—beautiful white people, to be exacta, I realized I didn't want nor was I truly fit for any of them anyway, not that something like that mattered in my time of desperate need and desperation, unable to accumulate the focus or energy I needed to move up and out from this trench I was in, whatever it meant besides falling prey to the grueling captapilism on which the country I was raised to love was built, without it benefitting me in any way besides aesthetic. GODDAMMIT, DILLON FRANCISz WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO— Yeah, that's right— I'm gonna throw up. Don't throw up in my house. GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! THIS IS MY HOUSE— YOU DONT HAVE A HOUSE, BITCH— Aw, shit, it's on. KAAAAAHHHHMEEEEE— Is this dragon ball Z? No, it's FUCK YOU, YOU RUINED EVERYTHING If I hear Renaissance one more time, I might just— I might just You're right It's white power, it's alt right, I can't fight it It's alright It's just another night In the heights In the no flight list I'm on hiatus, I'm high, thanks plankton I'm pinapple, might just wine Or whinehouse, If I had my own house, despite this Whatever This records all hype, Supply and Demand I'm a Diamond For your demon Indegenous genetics yet I'm homeless, on stolen land I'm hopeless, once again I stole this l, I am Sam I'm alone in this— Here's your quest for fire, ya dumbass, It's bombastic, I'm so past it Just wanna throw a bomb at it; Used to cetalogue albums Bow I'm analog, all bad, I'm so mad I wanna take it all back Like all that This is Allllllll, that this is— Is she coming back? Maybe. MAYBE?! Look, just give me my 10 bands, bro. 10 bands?! ‘Ukrainian Ballerina Finds Solace In Dancing.' Oh man, they hate us Why God, do they hate us Light skinned ballerinas— Life is what you make it Raise up from this hatred Make my grave With raising canes and gravy Make the best of what you gave me Questions in my mind arising Or are rasing I'm erasing pain but gazing at the TV thinking God, Why do they hate us Why do they hate us? USA Why do they hate us Why Why why Why do they hate us A master hypnotist; Why waste a wish on this— The fog, or mist obscured my vision Interest in THIS DOESNT MAKE ANY SENSE. Now, wake up. OH MY GOD. What do you want? I want to wake up from this nightmare, I want to be white, with blue eyes and long blonde hair I want to go to Long Island on the ferry, I want to be there, But clearly, I'm here, and I'm sorry But I'm growing wary That God's even aware of me I hate this. Oh shit. What, man. I just realized— we're all gonna get really old. Maybe… —or we're gonna die. Yeah, that's why I said “maybe” That's fucking terrifying. Dude, you're like 40–how are you just coming to grips with your mortality? …I don't know. *hits bong worriedly* I'M GONNA BE ALONE FOREVER. I'M GONNA BE ALONE FOREVER!!! Damn, Drake Bell; I didn't really think this would carry over into the 7th season, but—I gotta hand it to you; You stay fucking up. Dammit. What. I fucked up. You just stay fucking up And I stay fucking up And I say I'm over it, But I'm a stray puppy; A squirrel that's in search of a nut And you are what you eat So I guess I'm a butt Or bananas I'be had it I almost miss my hammock I take that back I ________ Manhattan Hey, you gotta stay stateside. What. For what. NEWS: WORLD WAR III Ah, fucking shit. So, what am I supposed to do for mon— MILITARY: Get over here— No. Look, it's SkrillexZ. No. How about— No. Believe it or not, I want what you want, m I love what you love, and then some; Gone for a walk in the park, With my heart in my pocket, I hope she shows up soon I hope that she's all that you've always wanted Since I'm not, And when I'm gone My songs remind you of what Love was, The love that I had, And the love that I loved just to love And the love that I wrote in the songs that You offered I hope she shows up And she's all that you wanted; I want what you want, And I love what you love, I promise l I hope she shows up soon She's all that you wanted; I wanted to love you, But want what you want, hun I promise; I'm just coming off a long one I love you for the long haul, And then some // I keep on forgetting That I'm not that pretty to, Or around you So I'll just— Do what I do, And move into the room Where my room meets you, In the vacuum of time and— Collisions, and splinters Unseasonable winters and Missed kindergarten graduations, I'm assuming at least I can't move, Or can't focus, Can't write many words, Or recite all my poems There's just not enough time left That I have Imm mindless I might have to find A flight To the homeland, and I don't want to fight, in this war I was drafted; I wrote that before, Now I'm captain Disasterous… Has it begun yet? It hasn't been fun yet, Just tragic I haven't forggtten the traffic I still have the hat. I just might not be black But I'm back on the blacklist , I guess Sending signals, distress Matching sigmas, And sigils, Invested in candle light vigils Twisted like pretzels; The rest of the West is in shambles And I'm steady rambling, Scrambling What's the preamble, pastor? Last again firstly, And first again last; How's that feel? How's dinner after a hot meal, 2 days of cornmeal, I'm horny, But still won't eat honey All out of money l l Submitting to your said supremacy This, I'll remember— It's cinders and embers and ashes l The fire you search for Went out in the rain that I called for The dance that I managed to salvage From out of the past, Like the misters and masters I asked for the land that I am back And we're all just grains of sand And we're all just grains of sand And we're all just grains of sand I should want for nothing, But I find you at the forefront, Sniffing cocaine Yelling my name In the most profane way Ah, down the alley, she goes But— WHY ARE WE RUNNING YOU DID THIS, TIMMY, DON'T ASK ME STUPID QUESTIONS WHY DO YOU KEEP CALLING ME TIMMY CAUSE YOU'RE TIMMY, SHUTTHEFUCKUP! I'm losing control, now I can't get out of it Or into it I'm on a roll now; The role of my life, It turns out, Was just my life Now I'm lifeless inside “Yeah right” *sigh* “Like anybody loves me” *crying* “Like anybody likes me” Yeah, that's right Just lay down and die; Lay down in the street like a dog, “If you like” Attack on my psyche The love of my life was just like me He might be Are we even? What do you believe in? A seething scar on my iris. Dine in and drive ins. I'm meant to die now, that was my life, it seems; It's over for me, The American dream turned nightmare; I haven't seen this stream, I should lie here, I haven't been myself in a while, I'm liable to set the whole ass world on fire— Like I'm on a fire escape, Trying to tape my mistake At the brokenshaker; Makes sense in LA, But it's just another day here How's the weather? It's awful That's what I heard at the office tomorrow, I'll probably drown in my sorrows, A crown on and borrowed objects In my honor, No, dont't stop here This is bat country Now some Sunni blū shit Or SUPACREE, whoever she is: Nonexistent. Here's a spaghetti and shit sandwhich, Dillon Francis, I believe in magic, I swear, I just can't stand it I hate this planet; Might be nice if I could manage to— goddamnit. Captain. Where's she at? Off the map… There is no “off the map” Off the grid. Well, there's that. THE LEGEND OF SUPACREE We've been collecting data about this woman for a number of years. It's a woman? CUT TO: SUNNÏ BLŪ is not a woman. *gross stupid rapper shit* Very much so. Senator, a word. How many words? At least three. Why is it always three? MEANWHILE *in a deep meditative state VIA DILLON FRANCIS* *no, it's Hanzel* Shutthefuckup. Listen. This is a lot. Breathe. [stops breathing] I've got burning questions. That's just syphilis. I— It only stings a little; It only burns a lot— You were my love, I thought Lost, lost, at once But here you are, And not often have I wanted To imagine you a star Another catharsis Another conundrum The world is at war, And the source that we come from, Abolished, So long lost and gone from our thoughts Now, Think fondly of lust, As she fondled the heart that she clutches From dawn until dusk, After sunset, Once buried but polished, recovered And thought of more often, Than spawned in the rust of the under and all of the marvelous— What was it? What? “The Jimmy Fallon Conspiracy” That is a good band name! What was the other one? “Bad with Matches” I like that. There was one more… Uh… {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

“White people suck!” This is a self-stated fact. White people are the only ones going around saying that shit. I mean, everyone else thinks it, it's true. Lots of people say it—just in other ways. Not exactly like that. “White people suck!” White people say this about themselves, as if they're not getting a little bit of fucking sociopathic joy out of it. I lived with a white a supremacist that may or may not have known he was a white supremacist. *may or may not have* He would say shit bordering on the brink of slight psychological torture. He'd say shit like “WE made OURSELVES the TOP RACE” Like, the fact that you're using words like ‘we' and ‘ourselves' indicate that YOU believe yourself to be a member of the so-said “top race” Not true. White people are not the top race. There are more retarded white people in the world than any other races. White people have been historically racist to the point that they fucked up their own gene pool imbreeding. Like: yes. They have held a majority of the money ans power on this planet for long enough that the entire world is programmed to think blue eyes are prettier— People with blue eyes have easier lives, period. Period. They get away with so much shit. This is a result of white dominance. It's true. But this guy. Lol. This guy would say things like “WE made ourselves the TOP RACE” And then further contradict himself by saying things like, “I don't believe in race” He was a narcissist. Yeah. Only thing worse than a narcissist? A white supremacy narcissist who doesn't know or understand he's either of those things. FUCK. I took him to my gym—but only because he let me stay in his spare bedroom for $11. Flex. More on that later. I personally think it's because he was a white supremacist trying to physiologically terrorize me by continually bringing up the effects of white power on my entire existence— BUT. He would say the most ignorant shit, that wasn't entirely ignorant—like he made decent and factual points, it was just ignorant that he was talking about it at all. To me. A homeless, black woman. It was like he was rubbing it in my face. For ten days he pretty much just came up with extremely inventive ways to approach me and be like “I'M WHITE AND YOURE BLACK AND MY LIFE IS AWESOME AND YOUR LIFE SUCKS BECAUSE I'M A WHITE MAN, AND YOU'RE A BLACK WOMAN!!!!l” I'm like, dude…shut up. “WHITE PEOPLE SUCK!” Okay. You're egging on a race war. I still don't hate white people. At this point I just see they're typically power tripping sadists. It's okay. Like everything he said or brought up apparently to try to make me feel better—actually made me feel WORSE to the point where I decided he was doing this on purpose. I'm like, This is the new white power movent: We make a majority of them homeless, lure them into our domiciles, and then remind them that hey don't have domiciles. Because of us. Pretend to feel sorry about it, mentally torture and disable them, and then send them back into the streets to squabble and kill each other! Perfect. But no, they are not the “top race” There are more retarded white people than anyone else— We even had one as President for 8 years! I'm just kidding. No, I'm not. I don't hate trump. He's just mentally disabled, being politically correct. I don't hate him! He's hilarious! When he's not directly effecting my existence— Hes funny. But: a perfect example of what the Caucasian's have done to themselves. And the fact that it doesn't matter, because when you have millions of dollars, you can be a literal retard, and rule the world! Wow! No, it's okay. I'm not racist. I went from his place—directly to a homeless shelter, where 99% of women there were black. I learned to love-hate everybody equally. Black people love to talk on the fuckin phone. So come lights out, everybody's on the fuckin phone, I'm like, SHUT THE FUCK UP. Everybody's on the phone. I'm like “Bro, if you actually have all these people to talk to, you should have somewhere to stay other than this dump.” I'm like, “I'm obviously here cause I'm a piece of shit and nobody loves me— You're on the phone from 11 PM till forever and you can't just go to their house and sleep there?! No! Then get off the phone cause that person ain't SHIT!” They ain't shit. But dudes are next level psycopaths. All of them. Staying at a women's shelter was eye opening. I would overhear conversations like, “BUT I LOVE YOUuuuuUu” Dudes be fucking chicks up in the head. All the way up. BITCH you're in a HOMELESS SHELTER. If he lets you sleep in this bitch even for 5 seconds he ain't SHIT. Get off the PHONE. Black people—or really—poor people, they love to talk on the phone. I don't know. I don't get it. I realized at a certain point i talked too much, and I was spending all my talking time talking to toxic people. So I stopped. Kind of. I talk to myself on my podcasts. Still can't decide if that's toxic or just what god wants so— I mean the downloads keep going up. Whatever. I should have a house. Dudes be having females out here homeless, worried about THEM. Woaaaahhhh. Anyway. But I realized: people love to talk on the phone. On the bus. At the gym. Wherever. Just “Talk talk talk/- Yap yap yap” about the dumbest shit. I realized how non bianary I am because females talk about the dumbest fucking shit. All dudes talk about is females so - I'm jaded at this point. Inequality is balls. This is how I learned the meaning of “no justice no peace” Like, the perpetual race war in this country has just created this division and unrest and it so fucking chaotic— But it's not just a race war. Dudes are fucking sick, intolerant. Greedy, destructive creatures. It's MAN WORLD so if you have a tiny dick or are an ugly female—you live at the bottom of the world. SUCKS TO SUUUUUUCK. “No justice, no peace” Colored people love to be loud—they've spent so much time being oppressed, it's apart of the culture to be like, “FUCK YOU, I'M HERE! WHAT YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT?!” I'm like, I get it. This is the definition of “disturbing the peace” After a week of this ridiculousness, I'm like, hey, maybe they're not racist: they just want you to be quiet. Lol that's not funny. They're like, “Ugh, this guy's breaking the law, he's disturbing the peace” The other cops like, “Just shoot him; if we arrest him he won't shut up” Lol that's terrible. Whatever. Colored people have been so neglected and oppressed now they kill each other. Whatever. There's no color to that shit. It's just men. Men are killers. But of course—I'm torn. I love babies—the only way you're gonna get one of them is to love a man—and once he impregnates you he can do whatever else to you he wants. He owns you after that. And you're just—tied to him. Destructive. Honestly, though—the difference between a good man and a bad man, or even a good woman and a bad woman—is a good mother. You have to have that. So I fucked up. I'm a whole trash can. But now I love/hate everybody equally. Everybody's fucked up. I hate myself the most. What! I'm homeless! That makes me a piece of shit! I'm shitty. And I get it. It's cultural oppression. This culture has been bred on slavery and neglect and oppression and so now you have to act out and be loud and ridiculous and rowdy. Okay. I get it. I do. But at this point, I'm like “This is the apocalypse, I'm ready for the world to end.” I don't give a fuck about whose black whose white what's right what's wrong, I'm like, “Nobody pays enough money for me to be miserable for 8-16 hours a day, I don't have a place to sleep or a friend in the world, just end it already, God, “ “Just fucking blow it all up. “ I'm ready for a nuclear fuckin war. “Drop that nuke directly on my face.” I want to be ground zero. Fuck this whole place. Fuck this existence. I'm over it. I don't care about anything. My basic needs aren't being met and I'm over it. I don't even have a fucking HOME. You need a home just to have a BODY. The only shit you do In your house is because you have to take care of your BODY for it to work. You have to shower. You have to eat. You have to sleep, These are not recommendations!! These are requirements, Once I realized that a great enough evil existed in the world to allow this to happen— I got over it. I'm like “fuck this race war” Where's the real one?! Drop some bombs in this bitch. Humans are fucked up. Black. White. Everybody in between. Everybody's fucked up, yo. Greed fucked up humanity. All of it. —but I spent some time in this women's shelter and I sterted to realize: maybe it's just because it's a man's world. Half these femakes are in here talking about being hung up on niggas— NIGGAS. And they're in a homeless shelter. I had been celibate for quite some time at this point; but it seemed like every goddess I met in this place was broken—and that brokenness came from the sacrifice of loving men, and having children. Men are fucked up! Needy, greedy, selfish motherfuckers. I'm not saying there aren't any good ones— There are. They're just married. I respect marriage so much. I respect marriage so much— to the point where, I ended mine, when I realized “This is not how marriage is supposed to be.” It's fucked up. The good ones are taken, usually. And the sad thing is, Sometimes people stay in toxic relationships long enough that they become toxic. That happened to me. I stayed with the wrong person just long enough to realize, like, “Great, now I'm shitty, too—you motherfucker” FUCK YOU MOTHERFUCKER. I would rather slit my wrists up and down than ever go back to my ex. Yep. I've committed suicide 27 times since I left my marriage. You know what the first successful suicide attempt was, though? My fucking marriage. UGH. FUCK THESE NIGGAS. They'll have you fucked up. They'll have you homeless. They don't care! They have dicks! They can just fuck you up—then walk away, and fuck somebody else up. And the thing is: there's always some dumb, useless 18 year old somewhere that's gonna think he's GOD. She's useless—except in ONE WAY. To him. Then when he's done with her? Yep. Trash pile. Fuck these dudes. So I'm in this women's shelter, where of course, as if I need more of a reminder that most men ain't shit *most, not all. Done offend men. They'll kill you. They'll worse than kill you. They'll knock you up; ruin your body; cheat on you—they'll fuck you up— Then kill you. So I'm in this shelter, and after the first night, they're like “okay, you have to have a physical, then a psyche assessment, then you'll get a permanent housing assignment” I'm like “okay” So I get my appointment, and I look at it, and the appointment for the psychiatric evaluation is like 10 days away— I'm like, “Wait a minute: So you're going to make me wait 10 days in a dirty, chaotic, gross fucking nasty place—10 sleepless nights surrounded by hood rats and garbage all over the place and shitty toilets, where it's freezing fucking cold and even the cops and the staff are fighting all the time—THEN you're going to give me a psyche evaluation?” “Yeah” Fuck the system. I'm just jaded. I love/hate everything and everyone the same. You know why? Cause it's the same fucking emotion. They're not opposites. They're just opposite ends of the same spectrum of the same exact emotion. Passion. Passionate fury Passionate love Passionate rage. All really the same thing. The opposite of love isn't hate. The opposite of love is fear. Weekend on a Tuesday R3HQB & Laidback Luke Love, much like death Is just an illusion another contusion, confusion I'm a loose fuse confusious Lucius, Lucifer loosens Two tooth's, apathetic: I'm so pathetic, No sympathy for the devil No empathy for the dead SUPACREE//Chak Chel is grocery shopping at stop n shop Why stop n shop CAUSE THERES NO WHOLE FOODS IN THE HOOD. Racist ass motherfuckers. Supacree. No, Dude. No. Okay! Chak Chel! Mm. -_- I need to talk to you. Please. Step away. Wait! M—no. [she moves to the left—he moves to the left—she moves the right right—he moves the the right.] *sighs* [she removes a stone from her pouch, and throws it on the ground: it opens up into a black hole like vortex.] Where does that go. I don't know. *she gestures, waving her hand in front of the hole* Uhh— She stares into his eyes and steps into the portal, which swallows her into a void. Oh, my God! He stares off into the distance worriedly— Seconds later, just outside the storefront, a portal opens—supacree/CC is set gently at the bus stop; DILLON FRANCIS, still inside the store, stares at her out the window, flabbergasted as she boards the bus, staring back at him through the window. The bus drives away. Why Dillon Francis Idk I died and went to hell and back and back to hell again An irrelevant disheveled devil drinking a rebbl in the back of the bus Full of disgust, looking busted and fucked up I'm stuck in a nightmare, I can't wake up Where's Shia laboeoff? It's wild and rough Inspired enough By being in lust Pretending it's love But it's nothing Jimmy Fallon FLASHBACK : season 4 ANANDAR has an interesting medallion. one time I fucked this dude cause he looked just like Skrillex; like that wasn't somehow gonna be a disaster. I mean, my life was already 100% crap—I thought: Couldn't really be much worse. Might as well fuck this dude: Not like I could ever get the real thing. Turns out I was wrong twice. FLASHBACK: season 6 SKRILLEX is obsessed with SUPACREE. Huh. Oh wow, yeah. Yeah. So what does Dillon Francis want out of this? Figure it out! Uhhh!! What about deadmau5? JOEL ZIMMERMAN I want nothing to do with this DEADMAU5 …are you sure. JOEL Yes. KASKADE enters swiftly. JOEL Ugh, this dude DEADMAU5 WHAT UP, HOMIE. KASKADE WHAT IS UP. JOEL Ugh. RYAN GARY RADDON enters, nonchalantly. RYAN …am I late? JOEL You made it! RYAN Well, I promised. DEADMAU5 You are late. KASKADE Ugh, this dude. RYAN Nobody likes you. DEADMAU5 Say that to my face. RYAN Where is it. KASKADE Ooh. Burn. JOEL Oh-Kay. Let's go. Lol. Where are these dudes going. I guess we'll see. PASQUALE. Ahem. PASQUALE— Yes? What are you doing? Working on something. Working on what. Something. PASQUALE WHAT. GET IN HERE. Fine, I don't have eyes— I super sauna Flora-Fauna Outer space And out of stardust Superstardom Flawed, But by design, Align with all of ‘em Fine, I really don't find you Kind of attractive Damn, I'm damaged Do you mind Or do you plan on dying anytime Fine I can't be white, But can be tiny, That way, finally, When I'm someone's wife; I'm the right weight and height for them to like me Enough that they might— I mean just might Not cheat. Horrible. All I want is your attention— A ten A ten-tension I wnant your attention A ten A ten-tension Locker number 87 was taken and though it hadn't immediately bothered me in the same way that it had a few days before, the unsettling feeling in the moments following at least prompted me to write something down. It did bother me to think of him with anyone else—and even sensing it or seeing it had set me off in a way I could neither explain nor describe, first sending me into a whirlwind which culminated in meeting Anandar, and secondly tailspinning me into a fit of fury —and while I still loved Sonny, there was something I felt for Dillon I couldn't entirely explain, and while the world was suddenly full of beautiful people—beautiful white people, to be exacta, I realized I didn't want nor was I truly fit for any of them anyway, not that something like that mattered in my time of desperate need and desperation, unable to accumulate the focus or energy I needed to move up and out from this trench I was in, whatever it meant besides falling prey to the grueling captapilism on which the country I was raised to love was built, without it benefitting me in any way besides aesthetic. GODDAMMIT, DILLON FRANCISz WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO— Yeah, that's right— I'm gonna throw up. Don't throw up in my house. GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! THIS IS MY HOUSE— YOU DONT HAVE A HOUSE, BITCH— Aw, shit, it's on. KAAAAAHHHHMEEEEE— Is this dragon ball Z? No, it's FUCK YOU, YOU RUINED EVERYTHING If I hear Renaissance one more time, I might just— I might just You're right It's white power, it's alt right, I can't fight it It's alright It's just another night In the heights In the no flight list I'm on hiatus, I'm high, thanks plankton I'm pinapple, might just wine Or whinehouse, If I had my own house, despite this Whatever This records all hype, Supply and Demand I'm a Diamond For your demon Indegenous genetics yet I'm homeless, on stolen land I'm hopeless, once again I stole this l, I am Sam I'm alone in this— Here's your quest for fire, ya dumbass, It's bombastic, I'm so past it Just wanna throw a bomb at it; Used to cetalogue albums Bow I'm analog, all bad, I'm so mad I wanna take it all back Like all that This is Allllllll, that this is— Is she coming back? Maybe. MAYBE?! Look, just give me my 10 bands, bro. 10 bands?! ‘Ukrainian Ballerina Finds Solace In Dancing.' Oh man, they hate us Why God, do they hate us Light skinned ballerinas— Life is what you make it Raise up from this hatred Make my grave With raising canes and gravy Make the best of what you gave me Questions in my mind arising Or are rasing I'm erasing pain but gazing at the TV thinking God, Why do they hate us Why do they hate us? USA Why do they hate us Why Why why Why do they hate us A master hypnotist; Why waste a wish on this— The fog, or mist obscured my vision Interest in THIS DOESNT MAKE ANY SENSE. Now, wake up. OH MY GOD. What do you want? I want to wake up from this nightmare, I want to be white, with blue eyes and long blonde hair I want to go to Long Island on the ferry, I want to be there, But clearly, I'm here, and I'm sorry But I'm growing wary That God's even aware of me I hate this. Oh shit. What, man. I just realized— we're all gonna get really old. Maybe… —or we're gonna die. Yeah, that's why I said “maybe” That's fucking terrifying. Dude, you're like 40–how are you just coming to grips with your mortality? …I don't know. *hits bong worriedly* I'M GONNA BE ALONE FOREVER. I'M GONNA BE ALONE FOREVER!!! Damn, Drake Bell; I didn't really think this would carry over into the 7th season, but—I gotta hand it to you; You stay fucking up. Dammit. What. I fucked up. You just stay fucking up And I stay fucking up And I say I'm over it, But I'm a stray puppy; A squirrel that's in search of a nut And you are what you eat So I guess I'm a butt Or bananas I'be had it I almost miss my hammock I take that back I ________ Manhattan Hey, you gotta stay stateside. What. For what. NEWS: WORLD WAR III Ah, fucking shit. So, what am I supposed to do for mon— MILITARY: Get over here— No. Look, it's SkrillexZ. No. How about— No. Believe it or not, I want what you want, m I love what you love, and then some; Gone for a walk in the park, With my heart in my pocket, I hope she shows up soon I hope that she's all that you've always wanted Since I'm not, And when I'm gone My songs remind you of what Love was, The love that I had, And the love that I loved just to love And the love that I wrote in the songs that You offered I hope she shows up And she's all that you wanted; I want what you want, And I love what you love, I promise l I hope she shows up soon She's all that you wanted; I wanted to love you, But want what you want, hun I promise; I'm just coming off a long one I love you for the long haul, And then some // I keep on forgetting That I'm not that pretty to, Or around you So I'll just— Do what I do, And move into the room Where my room meets you, In the vacuum of time and— Collisions, and splinters Unseasonable winters and Missed kindergarten graduations, I'm assuming at least I can't move, Or can't focus, Can't write many words, Or recite all my poems There's just not enough time left That I have Imm mindless I might have to find A flight To the homeland, and I don't want to fight, in this war I was drafted; I wrote that before, Now I'm captain Disasterous… Has it begun yet? It hasn't been fun yet, Just tragic I haven't forggtten the traffic I still have the hat. I just might not be black But I'm back on the blacklist , I guess Sending signals, distress Matching sigmas, And sigils, Invested in candle light vigils Twisted like pretzels; The rest of the West is in shambles And I'm steady rambling, Scrambling What's the preamble, pastor? Last again firstly, And first again last; How's that feel? How's dinner after a hot meal, 2 days of cornmeal, I'm horny, But still won't eat honey All out of money l l Submitting to your said supremacy This, I'll remember— It's cinders and embers and ashes l The fire you search for Went out in the rain that I called for The dance that I managed to salvage From out of the past, Like the misters and masters I asked for the land that I am back And we're all just grains of sand And we're all just grains of sand And we're all just grains of sand I should want for nothing, But I find you at the forefront, Sniffing cocaine Yelling my name In the most profane way Ah, down the alley, she goes But— WHY ARE WE RUNNING YOU DID THIS, TIMMY, DON'T ASK ME STUPID QUESTIONS WHY DO YOU KEEP CALLING ME TIMMY CAUSE YOU'RE TIMMY, SHUTTHEFUCKUP! I'm losing control, now I can't get out of it Or into it I'm on a roll now; The role of my life, It turns out, Was just my life Now I'm lifeless inside “Yeah right” *sigh* “Like anybody loves me” *crying* “Like anybody likes me” Yeah, that's right Just lay down and die; Lay down in the street like a dog, “If you like” Attack on my psyche The love of my life was just like me He might be Are we even? What do you believe in? A seething scar on my iris. Dine in and drive ins. I'm meant to die now, that was my life, it seems; It's over for me, The American dream turned nightmare; I haven't seen this stream, I should lie here, I haven't been myself in a while, I'm liable to set the whole ass world on fire— Like I'm on a fire escape, Trying to tape my mistake At the brokenshaker; Makes sense in LA, But it's just another day here How's the weather? It's awful That's what I heard at the office tomorrow, I'll probably drown in my sorrows, A crown on and borrowed objects In my honor, No, dont't stop here This is bat country Now some Sunni blū shit Or SUPACREE, whoever she is: Nonexistent. Here's a spaghetti and shit sandwhich, Dillon Francis, I believe in magic, I swear, I just can't stand it I hate this planet; Might be nice if I could manage to— goddamnit. Captain. Where's she at? Off the map… There is no “off the map” Off the grid. Well, there's that. THE LEGEND OF SUPACREE We've been collecting data about this woman for a number of years. It's a woman? CUT TO: SUNNÏ BLŪ is not a woman. *gross stupid rapper shit* Very much so. Senator, a word. How many words? At least three. Why is it always three? MEANWHILE *in a deep meditative state VIA DILLON FRANCIS* *no, it's Hanzel* Shutthefuckup. Listen. This is a lot. Breathe. [stops breathing] I've got burning questions. That's just syphilis. I— It only stings a little; It only burns a lot— You were my love, I thought Lost, lost, at once But here you are, And not often have I wanted To imagine you a star Another catharsis Another conundrum The world is at war, And the source that we come from, Abolished, So long lost and gone from our thoughts Now, Think fondly of lust, As she fondled the heart that she clutches From dawn until dusk, After sunset, Once buried but polished, recovered And thought of more often, Than spawned in the rust of the under and all of the marvelous— What was it? What? “The Jimmy Fallon Conspiracy” That is a good band name! What was the other one? “Bad with Matches” I like that. There was one more… Uh… {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

“White people suck!” This is a self-stated fact. White people are the only ones going around saying that shit. I mean, everyone else thinks it, it's true. Lots of people say it—just in other ways. Not exactly like that. “White people suck!” White people say this about themselves, as if they're not getting a little bit of fucking sociopathic joy out of it. I lived with a white a supremacist that may or may not have known he was a white supremacist. *may or may not have* He would say shit bordering on the brink of slight psychological torture. He'd say shit like “WE made OURSELVES the TOP RACE” Like, the fact that you're using words like ‘we' and ‘ourselves' indicate that YOU believe yourself to be a member of the so-said “top race” Not true. White people are not the top race. There are more retarded white people in the world than any other races. White people have been historically racist to the point that they fucked up their own gene pool imbreeding. Like: yes. They have held a majority of the money ans power on this planet for long enough that the entire world is programmed to think blue eyes are prettier— People with blue eyes have easier lives, period. Period. They get away with so much shit. This is a result of white dominance. It's true. But this guy. Lol. This guy would say things like “WE made ourselves the TOP RACE” And then further contradict himself by saying things like, “I don't believe in race” He was a narcissist. Yeah. Only thing worse than a narcissist? A white supremacy narcissist who doesn't know or understand he's either of those things. FUCK. I took him to my gym—but only because he let me stay in his spare bedroom for $11. Flex. More on that later. I personally think it's because he was a white supremacist trying to physiologically terrorize me by continually bringing up the effects of white power on my entire existence— BUT. He would say the most ignorant shit, that wasn't entirely ignorant—like he made decent and factual points, it was just ignorant that he was talking about it at all. To me. A homeless, black woman. It was like he was rubbing it in my face. For ten days he pretty much just came up with extremely inventive ways to approach me and be like “I'M WHITE AND YOURE BLACK AND MY LIFE IS AWESOME AND YOUR LIFE SUCKS BECAUSE I'M A WHITE MAN, AND YOU'RE A BLACK WOMAN!!!!l” I'm like, dude…shut up. “WHITE PEOPLE SUCK!” Okay. You're egging on a race war. I still don't hate white people. At this point I just see they're typically power tripping sadists. It's okay. Like everything he said or brought up apparently to try to make me feel better—actually made me feel WORSE to the point where I decided he was doing this on purpose. I'm like, This is the new white power movent: We make a majority of them homeless, lure them into our domiciles, and then remind them that hey don't have domiciles. Because of us. Pretend to feel sorry about it, mentally torture and disable them, and then send them back into the streets to squabble and kill each other! Perfect. But no, they are not the “top race” There are more retarded white people than anyone else— We even had one as President for 8 years! I'm just kidding. No, I'm not. I don't hate trump. He's just mentally disabled, being politically correct. I don't hate him! He's hilarious! When he's not directly effecting my existence— Hes funny. But: a perfect example of what the Caucasian's have done to themselves. And the fact that it doesn't matter, because when you have millions of dollars, you can be a literal retard, and rule the world! Wow! No, it's okay. I'm not racist. I went from his place—directly to a homeless shelter, where 99% of women there were black. I learned to love-hate everybody equally. Black people love to talk on the fuckin phone. So come lights out, everybody's on the fuckin phone, I'm like, SHUT THE FUCK UP. Everybody's on the phone. I'm like “Bro, if you actually have all these people to talk to, you should have somewhere to stay other than this dump.” I'm like, “I'm obviously here cause I'm a piece of shit and nobody loves me— You're on the phone from 11 PM till forever and you can't just go to their house and sleep there?! No! Then get off the phone cause that person ain't SHIT!” They ain't shit. But dudes are next level psycopaths. All of them. Staying at a women's shelter was eye opening. I would overhear conversations like, “BUT I LOVE YOUuuuuUu” Dudes be fucking chicks up in the head. All the way up. BITCH you're in a HOMELESS SHELTER. If he lets you sleep in this bitch even for 5 seconds he ain't SHIT. Get off the PHONE. Black people—or really—poor people, they love to talk on the phone. I don't know. I don't get it. I realized at a certain point i talked too much, and I was spending all my talking time talking to toxic people. So I stopped. Kind of. I talk to myself on my podcasts. Still can't decide if that's toxic or just what god wants so— I mean the downloads keep going up. Whatever. I should have a house. Dudes be having females out here homeless, worried about THEM. Woaaaahhhh. Anyway. But I realized: people love to talk on the phone. On the bus. At the gym. Wherever. Just “Talk talk talk/- Yap yap yap” about the dumbest shit. I realized how non bianary I am because females talk about the dumbest fucking shit. All dudes talk about is females so - I'm jaded at this point. Inequality is balls. This is how I learned the meaning of “no justice no peace” Like, the perpetual race war in this country has just created this division and unrest and it so fucking chaotic— But it's not just a race war. Dudes are fucking sick, intolerant. Greedy, destructive creatures. It's MAN WORLD so if you have a tiny dick or are an ugly female—you live at the bottom of the world. SUCKS TO SUUUUUUCK. “No justice, no peace” Colored people love to be loud—they've spent so much time being oppressed, it's apart of the culture to be like, “FUCK YOU, I'M HERE! WHAT YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT?!” I'm like, I get it. This is the definition of “disturbing the peace” After a week of this ridiculousness, I'm like, hey, maybe they're not racist: they just want you to be quiet. Lol that's not funny. They're like, “Ugh, this guy's breaking the law, he's disturbing the peace” The other cops like, “Just shoot him; if we arrest him he won't shut up” Lol that's terrible. Whatever. Colored people have been so neglected and oppressed now they kill each other. Whatever. There's no color to that shit. It's just men. Men are killers. But of course—I'm torn. I love babies—the only way you're gonna get one of them is to love a man—and once he impregnates you he can do whatever else to you he wants. He owns you after that. And you're just—tied to him. Destructive. Honestly, though—the difference between a good man and a bad man, or even a good woman and a bad woman—is a good mother. You have to have that. So I fucked up. I'm a whole trash can. But now I love/hate everybody equally. Everybody's fucked up. I hate myself the most. What! I'm homeless! That makes me a piece of shit! I'm shitty. And I get it. It's cultural oppression. This culture has been bred on slavery and neglect and oppression and so now you have to act out and be loud and ridiculous and rowdy. Okay. I get it. I do. But at this point, I'm like “This is the apocalypse, I'm ready for the world to end.” I don't give a fuck about whose black whose white what's right what's wrong, I'm like, “Nobody pays enough money for me to be miserable for 8-16 hours a day, I don't have a place to sleep or a friend in the world, just end it already, God, “ “Just fucking blow it all up. “ I'm ready for a nuclear fuckin war. “Drop that nuke directly on my face.” I want to be ground zero. Fuck this whole place. Fuck this existence. I'm over it. I don't care about anything. My basic needs aren't being met and I'm over it. I don't even have a fucking HOME. You need a home just to have a BODY. The only shit you do In your house is because you have to take care of your BODY for it to work. You have to shower. You have to eat. You have to sleep, These are not recommendations!! These are requirements, Once I realized that a great enough evil existed in the world to allow this to happen— I got over it. I'm like “fuck this race war” Where's the real one?! Drop some bombs in this bitch. Humans are fucked up. Black. White. Everybody in between. Everybody's fucked up, yo. Greed fucked up humanity. All of it. —but I spent some time in this women's shelter and I sterted to realize: maybe it's just because it's a man's world. Half these femakes are in here talking about being hung up on niggas— NIGGAS. And they're in a homeless shelter. I had been celibate for quite some time at this point; but it seemed like every goddess I met in this place was broken—and that brokenness came from the sacrifice of loving men, and having children. Men are fucked up! Needy, greedy, selfish motherfuckers. I'm not saying there aren't any good ones— There are. They're just married. I respect marriage so much. I respect marriage so much— to the point where, I ended mine, when I realized “This is not how marriage is supposed to be.” It's fucked up. The good ones are taken, usually. And the sad thing is, Sometimes people stay in toxic relationships long enough that they become toxic. That happened to me. I stayed with the wrong person just long enough to realize, like, “Great, now I'm shitty, too—you motherfucker” FUCK YOU MOTHERFUCKER. I would rather slit my wrists up and down than ever go back to my ex. Yep. I've committed suicide 27 times since I left my marriage. You know what the first successful suicide attempt was, though? My fucking marriage. UGH. FUCK THESE NIGGAS. They'll have you fucked up. They'll have you homeless. They don't care! They have dicks! They can just fuck you up—then walk away, and fuck somebody else up. And the thing is: there's always some dumb, useless 18 year old somewhere that's gonna think he's GOD. She's useless—except in ONE WAY. To him. Then when he's done with her? Yep. Trash pile. Fuck these dudes. So I'm in this women's shelter, where of course, as if I need more of a reminder that most men ain't shit *most, not all. Done offend men. They'll kill you. They'll worse than kill you. They'll knock you up; ruin your body; cheat on you—they'll fuck you up— Then kill you. So I'm in this shelter, and after the first night, they're like “okay, you have to have a physical, then a psyche assessment, then you'll get a permanent housing assignment” I'm like “okay” So I get my appointment, and I look at it, and the appointment for the psychiatric evaluation is like 10 days away— I'm like, “Wait a minute: So you're going to make me wait 10 days in a dirty, chaotic, gross fucking nasty place—10 sleepless nights surrounded by hood rats and garbage all over the place and shitty toilets, where it's freezing fucking cold and even the cops and the staff are fighting all the time—THEN you're going to give me a psyche evaluation?” “Yeah” Fuck the system. I'm just jaded. I love/hate everything and everyone the same. You know why? Cause it's the same fucking emotion. They're not opposites. They're just opposite ends of the same spectrum of the same exact emotion. Passion. Passionate fury Passionate love Passionate rage. All really the same thing. The opposite of love isn't hate. The opposite of love is fear. Weekend on a Tuesday R3HQB & Laidback Luke Love, much like death Is just an illusion another contusion, confusion I'm a loose fuse confusious Lucius, Lucifer loosens Two tooth's, apathetic: I'm so pathetic, No sympathy for the devil No empathy for the dead SUPACREE//Chak Chel is grocery shopping at stop n shop Why stop n shop CAUSE THERES NO WHOLE FOODS IN THE HOOD. Racist ass motherfuckers. Supacree. No, Dude. No. Okay! Chak Chel! Mm. -_- I need to talk to you. Please. Step away. Wait! M—no. [she moves to the left—he moves to the left—she moves the right right—he moves the the right.] *sighs* [she removes a stone from her pouch, and throws it on the ground: it opens up into a black hole like vortex.] Where does that go. I don't know. *she gestures, waving her hand in front of the hole* Uhh— She stares into his eyes and steps into the portal, which swallows her into a void. Oh, my God! He stares off into the distance worriedly— Seconds later, just outside the storefront, a portal opens—supacree/CC is set gently at the bus stop; DILLON FRANCIS, still inside the store, stares at her out the window, flabbergasted as she boards the bus, staring back at him through the window. The bus drives away. Why Dillon Francis Idk I died and went to hell and back and back to hell again An irrelevant disheveled devil drinking a rebbl in the back of the bus Full of disgust, looking busted and fucked up I'm stuck in a nightmare, I can't wake up Where's Shia laboeoff? It's wild and rough Inspired enough By being in lust Pretending it's love But it's nothing Jimmy Fallon FLASHBACK : season 4 ANANDAR has an interesting medallion. one time I fucked this dude cause he looked just like Skrillex; like that wasn't somehow gonna be a disaster. I mean, my life was already 100% crap—I thought: Couldn't really be much worse. Might as well fuck this dude: Not like I could ever get the real thing. Turns out I was wrong twice. FLASHBACK: season 6 SKRILLEX is obsessed with SUPACREE. Huh. Oh wow, yeah. Yeah. So what does Dillon Francis want out of this? Figure it out! Uhhh!! What about deadmau5? JOEL ZIMMERMAN I want nothing to do with this DEADMAU5 …are you sure. JOEL Yes. KASKADE enters swiftly. JOEL Ugh, this dude DEADMAU5 WHAT UP, HOMIE. KASKADE WHAT IS UP. JOEL Ugh. RYAN GARY RADDON enters, nonchalantly. RYAN …am I late? JOEL You made it! RYAN Well, I promised. DEADMAU5 You are late. KASKADE Ugh, this dude. RYAN Nobody likes you. DEADMAU5 Say that to my face. RYAN Where is it. KASKADE Ooh. Burn. JOEL Oh-Kay. Let's go. Lol. Where are these dudes going. I guess we'll see. PASQUALE. Ahem. PASQUALE— Yes? What are you doing? Working on something. Working on what. Something. PASQUALE WHAT. GET IN HERE. Fine, I don't have eyes— I super sauna Flora-Fauna Outer space And out of stardust Superstardom Flawed, But by design, Align with all of ‘em Fine, I really don't find you Kind of attractive Damn, I'm damaged Do you mind Or do you plan on dying anytime Fine I can't be white, But can be tiny, That way, finally, When I'm someone's wife; I'm the right weight and height for them to like me Enough that they might— I mean just might Not cheat. Horrible. All I want is your attention— A ten A ten-tension I wnant your attention A ten A ten-tension Locker number 87 was taken and though it hadn't immediately bothered me in the same way that it had a few days before, the unsettling feeling in the moments following at least prompted me to write something down. It did bother me to think of him with anyone else—and even sensing it or seeing it had set me off in a way I could neither explain nor describe, first sending me into a whirlwind which culminated in meeting Anandar, and secondly tailspinning me into a fit of fury —and while I still loved Sonny, there was something I felt for Dillon I couldn't entirely explain, and while the world was suddenly full of beautiful people—beautiful white people, to be exacta, I realized I didn't want nor was I truly fit for any of them anyway, not that something like that mattered in my time of desperate need and desperation, unable to accumulate the focus or energy I needed to move up and out from this trench I was in, whatever it meant besides falling prey to the grueling captapilism on which the country I was raised to love was built, without it benefitting me in any way besides aesthetic. GODDAMMIT, DILLON FRANCISz WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO— Yeah, that's right— I'm gonna throw up. Don't throw up in my house. GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! THIS IS MY HOUSE— YOU DONT HAVE A HOUSE, BITCH— Aw, shit, it's on. KAAAAAHHHHMEEEEE— Is this dragon ball Z? No, it's FUCK YOU, YOU RUINED EVERYTHING If I hear Renaissance one more time, I might just— I might just You're right It's white power, it's alt right, I can't fight it It's alright It's just another night In the heights In the no flight list I'm on hiatus, I'm high, thanks plankton I'm pinapple, might just wine Or whinehouse, If I had my own house, despite this Whatever This records all hype, Supply and Demand I'm a Diamond For your demon Indegenous genetics yet I'm homeless, on stolen land I'm hopeless, once again I stole this l, I am Sam I'm alone in this— Here's your quest for fire, ya dumbass, It's bombastic, I'm so past it Just wanna throw a bomb at it; Used to cetalogue albums Bow I'm analog, all bad, I'm so mad I wanna take it all back Like all that This is Allllllll, that this is— Is she coming back? Maybe. MAYBE?! Look, just give me my 10 bands, bro. 10 bands?! ‘Ukrainian Ballerina Finds Solace In Dancing.' Oh man, they hate us Why God, do they hate us Light skinned ballerinas— Life is what you make it Raise up from this hatred Make my grave With raising canes and gravy Make the best of what you gave me Questions in my mind arising Or are rasing I'm erasing pain but gazing at the TV thinking God, Why do they hate us Why do they hate us? USA Why do they hate us Why Why why Why do they hate us A master hypnotist; Why waste a wish on this— The fog, or mist obscured my vision Interest in THIS DOESNT MAKE ANY SENSE. Now, wake up. OH MY GOD. What do you want? I want to wake up from this nightmare, I want to be white, with blue eyes and long blonde hair I want to go to Long Island on the ferry, I want to be there, But clearly, I'm here, and I'm sorry But I'm growing wary That God's even aware of me I hate this. Oh shit. What, man. I just realized— we're all gonna get really old. Maybe… —or we're gonna die. Yeah, that's why I said “maybe” That's fucking terrifying. Dude, you're like 40–how are you just coming to grips with your mortality? …I don't know. *hits bong worriedly* I'M GONNA BE ALONE FOREVER. I'M GONNA BE ALONE FOREVER!!! Damn, Drake Bell; I didn't really think this would carry over into the 7th season, but—I gotta hand it to you; You stay fucking up. Dammit. What. I fucked up. You just stay fucking up And I stay fucking up And I say I'm over it, But I'm a stray puppy; A squirrel that's in search of a nut And you are what you eat So I guess I'm a butt Or bananas I'be had it I almost miss my hammock I take that back I ________ Manhattan Hey, you gotta stay stateside. What. For what. NEWS: WORLD WAR III Ah, fucking shit. So, what am I supposed to do for mon— MILITARY: Get over here— No. Look, it's SkrillexZ. No. How about— No. Believe it or not, I want what you want, m I love what you love, and then some; Gone for a walk in the park, With my heart in my pocket, I hope she shows up soon I hope that she's all that you've always wanted Since I'm not, And when I'm gone My songs remind you of what Love was, The love that I had, And the love that I loved just to love And the love that I wrote in the songs that You offered I hope she shows up And she's all that you wanted; I want what you want, And I love what you love, I promise l I hope she shows up soon She's all that you wanted; I wanted to love you, But want what you want, hun I promise; I'm just coming off a long one I love you for the long haul, And then some // I keep on forgetting That I'm not that pretty to, Or around you So I'll just— Do what I do, And move into the room Where my room meets you, In the vacuum of time and— Collisions, and splinters Unseasonable winters and Missed kindergarten graduations, I'm assuming at least I can't move, Or can't focus, Can't write many words, Or recite all my poems There's just not enough time left That I have Imm mindless I might have to find A flight To the homeland, and I don't want to fight, in this war I was drafted; I wrote that before, Now I'm captain Disasterous… Has it begun yet? It hasn't been fun yet, Just tragic I haven't forggtten the traffic I still have the hat. I just might not be black But I'm back on the blacklist , I guess Sending signals, distress Matching sigmas, And sigils, Invested in candle light vigils Twisted like pretzels; The rest of the West is in shambles And I'm steady rambling, Scrambling What's the preamble, pastor? Last again firstly, And first again last; How's that feel? How's dinner after a hot meal, 2 days of cornmeal, I'm horny, But still won't eat honey All out of money l l Submitting to your said supremacy This, I'll remember— It's cinders and embers and ashes l The fire you search for Went out in the rain that I called for The dance that I managed to salvage From out of the past, Like the misters and masters I asked for the land that I am back And we're all just grains of sand And we're all just grains of sand And we're all just grains of sand I should want for nothing, But I find you at the forefront, Sniffing cocaine Yelling my name In the most profane way Ah, down the alley, she goes But— WHY ARE WE RUNNING YOU DID THIS, TIMMY, DON'T ASK ME STUPID QUESTIONS WHY DO YOU KEEP CALLING ME TIMMY CAUSE YOU'RE TIMMY, SHUTTHEFUCKUP! I'm losing control, now I can't get out of it Or into it I'm on a roll now; The role of my life, It turns out, Was just my life Now I'm lifeless inside “Yeah right” *sigh* “Like anybody loves me” *crying* “Like anybody likes me” Yeah, that's right Just lay down and die; Lay down in the street like a dog, “If you like” Attack on my psyche The love of my life was just like me He might be Are we even? What do you believe in? A seething scar on my iris. Dine in and drive ins. I'm meant to die now, that was my life, it seems; It's over for me, The American dream turned nightmare; I haven't seen this stream, I should lie here, I haven't been myself in a while, I'm liable to set the whole ass world on fire— Like I'm on a fire escape, Trying to tape my mistake At the brokenshaker; Makes sense in LA, But it's just another day here How's the weather? It's awful That's what I heard at the office tomorrow, I'll probably drown in my sorrows, A crown on and borrowed objects In my honor, No, dont't stop here This is bat country Now some Sunni blū shit Or SUPACREE, whoever she is: Nonexistent. Here's a spaghetti and shit sandwhich, Dillon Francis, I believe in magic, I swear, I just can't stand it I hate this planet; Might be nice if I could manage to— goddamnit. Captain. Where's she at? Off the map… There is no “off the map” Off the grid. Well, there's that. THE LEGEND OF SUPACREE We've been collecting data about this woman for a number of years. It's a woman? CUT TO: SUNNÏ BLŪ is not a woman. *gross stupid rapper shit* Very much so. Senator, a word. How many words? At least three. Why is it always three? MEANWHILE *in a deep meditative state VIA DILLON FRANCIS* *no, it's Hanzel* Shutthefuckup. Listen. This is a lot. Breathe. [stops breathing] I've got burning questions. That's just syphilis. I— It only stings a little; It only burns a lot— You were my love, I thought Lost, lost, at once But here you are, And not often have I wanted To imagine you a star Another catharsis Another conundrum The world is at war, And the source that we come from, Abolished, So long lost and gone from our thoughts Now, Think fondly of lust, As she fondled the heart that she clutches From dawn until dusk, After sunset, Once buried but polished, recovered And thought of more often, Than spawned in the rust of the under and all of the marvelous— What was it? What? “The Jimmy Fallon Conspiracy” That is a good band name! What was the other one? “Bad with Matches” I like that. There was one more… Uh… {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

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We're told in the USA that we're so divided... yet if you go to any sort of normal event in the country, everyone's not really having a problem at all with each other. This work has taken me to a lot of different places including inner-city America and that has been different. I never would have done that otherwise and it has been a big eye-opener. It has really helped me to understand those environments and where people are coming from a lot better. - Peter Santenello  Are You Stressed Out Lately? Take a deep breath with the M21™ wellness guide: a simple yet powerful 21 minute morning system that melts stress and gives you more energy through 6 science-backed practices and breathwork. Click HERE to download for free. Is Your Energy Low? Get more superfoods to improve your energy, digestion, gut health plus also reduce inflammation and blood sugar. Click HERE to try Paleovalley's Apple Cider Vinegar Complex + Save 15% with the code 'JOSH' *Review The WF Podcast & WIN $150 in wellness prizes! *Join The Facebook Group Wellness + Wisdom Episode 477 American videomaker, traveler, and entrepreneur, Peter Santenello, reveals the truth about division in the USA, what he has learned creating his video series about life both abroad + at home in the USA, the mass media's agenda + what they're not sharing, why structure creates flow for life and how to find your spark. Is the grass really greener on the other side? True, authentic journalism - is it dead? These are just some of the many questions Peter helps us answer on this week's Wellness + Wisdom Podcast episode.  By the end of this episode, you will have a clear understanding of what and why major news networks aren't sharing, why seeing both sides of a current event is so important, and how to live life by the middle way. 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Their turkey sticks are made from turkeys who are allowed to live as nature intended... on organic grass pastures with plenty of sunshine, fresh air and room to exercise. The result of raising turkeys in such a natural way is a much healthier, clean protein with higher levels of vitamins, minerals, and omega-3s. Unfortunately, virtually all turkey in the USA is conventionally raised with a small portion being "free range" – a virtually meaningless term that simply means the turkeys were allowed access to the outdoors. However, most "free range" turkeys only have access to an outdoor dirt field with no pasture in sight. Their truly pasture-raised turkeys are given full access to outdoor, pesticide-free pasture with plenty of grass and insects for them to nibble on. Listen To Episode 477 As Peter Santenello Uncovers: [1:30] Making Human Connections Across Borders Peter Santenello on YouTube Official Website of Peter Santenello How we interrelate to one another in the USA compared to in other countries, especially in relationships and marriage. The Map of Consciousness Explained: A Proven Energy Scale to Actualize Your Ultimate Potential by David R. Hawkins Peter's experience traveling the world and which cultures have been the hardest for him to understand. Why India is the most confusing, sensory overload place in the world to live according to Peter. The bad air quality in Kiev, Ukraine and how that affected Peter's health while living there compared to now in South Florida. How to build compassion for others by trying to understand life through their eyes. His rebellious side as a child and being the opposite of what other people expected. The close connection both Peter and Josh have to their Italian heritage. Peter's heart in helping people feel so comfortable when he speaks to them to learn about their life and culture in another country. His favorite places that he visited and why people in the USA found them so surprising based on our conditioning. [14:35] The Truth About Division in the USA Why we have lost the art of listening in our modern world. What Peter's work has taught him about life and how he has become so much less judgemental because of it. Why his Ukrainian wife loves Americana things so much from cowboy hats and pickup trucks to Monster Jam. Their Monster Jam experience and why it surprised him so much to see people of all different backgrounds attending the event. Peter's experience not seeing people divided at all in the USA despite the mass media narrative. His experience visiting inner cities in the USA and speaking to people who live there. How Peter emotionally regulates himself when he experiences different mindsets and cultures, especially with how they treat women or have a caste system. [17:00] The Grass Isn't Always Greener Outside the USA How to know the right moment to speak up and take action for injustice compared to realizing that it's not our place, especially in different countries and cultures. What Josh and Peter are grateful for having in the USA plus taking a deeper look at what we all can be appreciative for in our lives here. Peter's "the grass is always greener" mindset when comparing his life living in other countries to that in the USA and why he doesn't think like that anymore. Why Peter is focusing so much on giving back to the USA making films here and highlighting the culture we have including his current production project about ranches. What Peter is learning about regenerative ranching with his new series. 458 Taylor Collins + Robby Sansom | Omnivorous Truth: Bill Gates, Synthetic Meat, Vegan Lies + Healing with Regenerative Ranching [23:00] Mass Media's Agenda + What They're Not Sharing The 3-5 topics that the mass media hammers on and what they're not sharing, what's actually beneficial, that they should be. Peter's passion for sharing the stories that the mass media doesn't. Why the mass media only focuses on topics that are triggering and that will bring in more money. His choice not to tune into the US news at all during the 4 years that he wasn't in the country during the Trump years. Peter's work struggles over the years trying to figure out how to get his business off of the ground and what he would do with his life. The app idea that he had to connect different people with common interests while traveling. His and his wife's decision to move to the USA rather than Italy from Ukraine and why that decision has been such a good one for them. Why so much of the news that the mass media platforms put out there are just 1-sided and why that's not a good thing. How the concern about the US-Mexico border has gone away because news outlets simply are not reporting on it anymore. [28:20] Is True, Authentic Journalism Dead?  The call for better, more investigative journalism which takes money, resources, and a big institution because no solo content creator or small team can do it on their own. Why Peter always shares multiple angles of an issue to present all sides of the story even if it's something that he doesn't agree with. How he presents his view of things to someone so that they can see and understand where he is coming from. Stories of his time living and filming abroad where he felt in danger or something bad happened to them. Why he thinks his audience are so attracted to his content compared to other news media outlets. [35:00] How to Find Your Spark Documentary - Finding Joe Why it took Peter a while to find his spark or purpose and what helped lead him to it. His dream to travel and know the world since he didn't do a lot of that growing up. Why right now he's enjoining slowing down and taking in what's around him while also focusing on telling stories from people in different areas and situations in the US. How one of his classmates went on to live his childhood dreams as an adult by being able to do something that truly brought him joy growing up. What Peter says or does to give compassion to those who leave negative comments on his YouTube channel or in person. His surprise that someone like Jordan Peterson still gets triggered by negative comments when Peter himself doesn't care anymore. Exploring the current political gaslighting that we are seeing in the USA today. Why it's a plus for Americans that our country is so young yet compared to other countries like in Europe for Peter's example. How Peter's love for San Francisco has shifted after living in Ukraine for years. [50:00] The Laws of Nature + How Structure Creates Flow for Life Peter's experience with Ayahuasca and how that helped him stop drinking alcohol seven years ago plus help him understand his identity, personality type, and purpose better. 462 Ben Greenfield: Should You STOP Using Plant Medicines? Wisdom on Microdosing, The Muscle of Faith + How to Grow Your Spiritual Strength Alan Watts - The Principle Of Not Forcing The importance of coming back home to self and be grounded again. How even just going to the supermarket in San Francisco was so heavy for Peter compared to his experience in Florida now. What inspires Peter to share his work with a middle point of view rather than just one side over the other. Examples of how his investigative journalism has shifted his point of view on certain topics that he was biased about before talking to people. Why his YouTube channel isn't a political one but one that looks closer at human condition issues. Sam Harris The fact that 90% of truth is actually subjective. Scientists shed light on ‘seeing' through others' eyes How Peter would define a life well lived. The importance of staying with your 'rascality' as Alan Watts would say but within a healthy balance to help you stay in the middle way. Power Quotes From The Show What Story Are You Being Fed? "There are some great journalists out there but as far as mainstream media, you know exactly what you're going to get in any topic. If it's the border, if you watch FOX or CNN, you know the story they're going to tell you with either one. With any current issue, you know exactly what's going to be delivered." - Peter Santenello On a Mission for Truth "Right now with the space that we're in with politics with our two parties, Republican and Democrat, there are usually about five main issues and if you fall out of line with one them, you're going to get ostracized quickly. If I go film at the Mexican border right now, I'll be called a Trumper -people will say, 'Oh! You're going to the border, you must be a Trump supporter.' But then if I go do a docu-series about Muslims in America, all of a sudden I'm like a 'woke' guy. I'm just interested in the story and the truth; I don't really fit into either of the categories." - Peter Santenello How to Make a Difference in the World "I think putting forth your best effort and, personally for me, exploring the human condition as much as I can and adding to the world in a positive way is the way to live life. My mission is to put out content that after watching it makes a person go, 'Oh cool, I see this issue a different way now,' or 'This has left me in a better mood.' We're all gravitated toward certain news clips we come across on YouTube or social media and we want to watch them but afterward, they leave us off in a worse place energetically than before watching them. My goal is to be the opposite of that for people." - Peter Santenello Links From Today's Show  Peter Santenello on YouTube Official Website of Peter Santenello The Map of Consciousness Explained: A Proven Energy Scale to Actualize Your Ultimate Potential by David R. Hawkins 458 Taylor Collins + Robby Sansom | Omnivorous Truth: Bill Gates, Synthetic Meat, Vegan Lies + Healing with Regenerative Ranching Documentary - Finding Joe 462 Ben Greenfield: Should You STOP Using Plant Medicines? Wisdom on Microdosing, The Muscle of Faith + How to Grow Your Spiritual Strength Alan Watts - The Principle Of Not Forcing Sam Harris Scientists shed light on ‘seeing' through others' eyes Shop the Wellness Force Store breathwork.io Paleovalley – Save 15% on your ACV Complex with the code ‘JOSH' Seeking Health - Save 10% with the code 'JOSH' Organifi – Special 20% off to our listeners with the code ‘WELLNESSFORCE' Drink LMNT – Zero Sugar Hydration: Get your free LMNT Sample Pack, you only cover the cost of shipping Botanic Tonics – Save 40% when you use the code ‘WELLNESS40' Essential Oil Wizardry: Save 10% with the code 'WELLNESSFORCE' Cured Nutrition – Get 15% off of your order when you visit wellnessforce.com/cured + use the code ‘WELLNESSFORCE' M21 Wellness Guide Wellness Force Community Leave Wellness Force a review on iTunes Peter Santenello YouTube Facebook Instagram Snapchat Twitter About Peter Santenello Peter Santenello is an American videomaker, traveler and entrepreneur who produces videos about travel and human stories. At the age of 25, Santenello traveled around the world for 2 years. He has traveled to 85 countries and lived in 5. Santenello makes content that focuses on human stories on his Youtube and Facebook channels highlighting locations like Ukraine, Iran, Pakistan, Saudi Arabia and the United States. Santenello's first video series took place in the countryside of Ukraine with a family displaced from war. He also does videos about misunderstood or not so widely known cultures like the Hasidic Jews and the Amish people and topics like the US border and inner-city America.  

Show Notes Disruptive CEO Nation Podcast with Allison K. Summers Episode 162 Gillian O'Brien Gillian O'Brien, Founder in Residence, Pilot, California, USA - Why companies can benefit from a Founder in Residence and why being loud about failure can lift up the startup community.  At 27, Gillian has had more adventure in her career than others do in a lifetime.  Pilot serves over 1,000 customers who are founders and business leaders with their accounting, finance and accounting needs. Having a Founder in Residence helps deliver insight, empathy, and meaningful ideation for their customer base. Pilot has a staff of 400 people strong and is valued at over a billion dollars. In our conversation, Gillian O”Brien explains: Her experiences at Y Combinator and why founders need a community of supporters. Her first startup Cherry, an HR Saas business, and her willingness to be public and 'loud' about lessons learned in failure as she had to shut down the company at the beginning of the pandemic. Understanding resources needed by founders and helping them with investor conversations. Be sure to check out Gillian's listed below.  Enjoy the show! Connect with Gillian LinkedIn- https://www.linkedin.com/in/gillian-obrien/   Connect with Allison: Website: allisonksummers.com  #tech #SAAS # business #designthinking #AI #creativesociety #teambuilding #CEO #startup #startupstory #founder #futureofwork  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

As much as we all wish things could just hold still and be predictable, change and uncertainty is an inevitable part of the game we play as investors. However, volatility breeds opportunity because, during times when people are fearful, the people who are courageous enough to continue chasing their goals will come out on top. In today's episode, Reed Goossens pulls back the curtain and reveals all his secrets for staying competitive in this changing environment without taking on additional risks! Reed Goossens is an Australian real estate entrepreneur, investor, author, public speaker, and an all-around good bloke. Reed got his start in real estate investing back in 2012 when he moved to the US. Since then he has gone on to start RSN Property Group which has been involved in the acquisition of over $680 million worth of US real estate to date. In this episode, we discuss… Why now is the optimal time to start buying real estate How to compete in the most competitive markets in the USA Why investors are still selling assets in this environment How to interact with brokers in the current environment If you are an active or passive investor, today's episode will equip you with the knowledge to instill confidence in yourself or your investors, so that you can continue to make your money work for you! Take Control, Hunter Thompson Resources mentioned in the podcast: 1. His Website 2. His Email Interested in investing in ATMs? Check out our webinar.   Please note that investing in private placement securities entails a high degree of risk, including illiquidity of the investment and loss of principal. Please refer to the subscription agreement for a discussion of risk factors. Tired of scrambling for capital?  Check out our new FREE webinar -  How to Ensure You Never Scramble for Capital Again (The 3 Capital-Raising Secrets). Click Here to register.   CFC Podcast Facebook Group

Helen Panos, founder and CEO of Dynamis Learning Academy, invites you to meet Sarah and Rob Gardner, founders of Joovy, a toy and sporting goods company with products targeted to juveniles. In this episode, you will learn: • What the journey was for Rob and Sarah in starting their company • What big event happened in 2016 and how this involved national parks across the USA • Why going outside is so important for children and families • How going outside supports both mental and physical health • Why family time is so beneficial and how you can make time for it You can contact Sarah and Rob at joovy.com or on Instagram at @joovy. If you are interested in learning more about Dynamis Learning Academy, you can contact Helen at Helen@dynamislearningacademy.com, Bill at Bill@dynamislearningacademy.com, by calling 770-282-9931, or by visiting our website at dynamislearningacademy.com. Please make sure you subscribe to our podcasts so you can hear future episodes of Smart Parents Successful Students. Finally, if you enjoyed today's episode, we would appreciate your review on Spotify or wherever you are hearing this episode. See you next time!

This is your crash course into all things “Monkeypox”. Data for this podcast comes from the CDC, WHO, and the Royal College of Obstetricians and Gynecologists. Information is moving fast and we're here to keep you evidence-based. How does Monkeypox affect pregnancy? When is a C-Section indicated? What are the treatments available? And what about the 2 vaccines available in the USA… Why is one more problematic than the other? Listen in and find out.

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Arzo Yusuf is here to discuss how children are impacted by the foster system in the USA and how it often leads to sex trafficking. Arzo grew up in a family that struggled with alcoholism, mental health and infidelity, even having to join her father on the dates he went on with his girlfriends. Arzo took the negative experiences of her childhood and formed Sexy Boss Babe, which aims to raise money and help charities that work with foster youth and sex trafficking survivors. Listen in as Arzo and Tim discuss the crisis of the US childhood foster system and why their needs to be change to stop children going into a life of sex trafficking. You'll hear how you can help Arzo on her road to reducing sex trafficking and also how you can make positive decisions within your own family to have a greater effect on the wider community. Here's a glance at what you'll learn from Arzo in this episode:  How Arzo and charities are working to foster youth and sex trafficking survivors The influence that a father's infidelity and mental health have on growing children The state of the foster children and sex trafficking issues in the USA Why difficult conversations are necessary to heal relationships How Arzo was able to forgive her father and involve him in her life What you can do to improve the foster children system and reduce sex trafficking  Timestamps: 0:00 – Introduction 1:05 – Who is Arzo Yusuf? 2:45 – How traumatic experiences become motivation 10:18 – Welcoming Arzo to the show 11:10 – How Sexy Boss Babe helps sex trafficking survivors 12:45 – Arzo's upbringing: Alcoholism and infidelity 16:00 – Experiencing infidelity firsthand 17:40 – Healing the relationship with Arzo's father 19:40 – Working alone in a video rental store as a child 23:40 – How Arzo's father is involved in her life today 26:45 – The foster children and sex trafficking situation in the USA 30:25 – What has the biggest effect on the growing foster child crisis and why it leads to sex trafficking 36:35 – The most challenged group of people in the USA 37:50 – The difference between an adopted child and a foster child 39:15 – The demographics and statistics of foster children 42:25 – Why you should have optimism around the foster children situation 45:00 – The business of sex trafficking 48:05 – Real world stories of preparing children to avoid sex trafficking 57:40 – The father daughter relationship 1:00:00 – Closing thoughts and how to connect with Arzo Episode Resources: Arzo's LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/arzo-yusuf-49454054/ Arzo's Website: https://arzoyusuf.com/ Arzo's Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/thearzoyusuf/?hl=en Sexy Boss Babe Podcast: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/sexy-boss-babe/id1363101836 Sexy Boss Babe Website: https://sexybossbabe.com/ The Body Keeps the Score: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18693771-the-body-keeps-the-score Podcast Links: Website: https://thefatherdaughterdance.libsyn.com/website Apple Podcasts: https://podcasts.apple.com/podcast/the-father-daughter-dance/id1556215258 Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/7jb7DO3009t2GOjsTRCwOz Email: thefatherdaughterdancepod@gmail.com

On this week's episode on LinkedIn Live, I was be joined by our new Hoxo US Sales Lead - https://www.linkedin.com/in/ACoAAASIHp4B6LH17Lg3vn1s0mHitBqKrsHaNtQ (Joel Lalgee)! I was so excited to record this! Joel and I connected in mid 2020 after he had been consuming this very podcast. We have been discussing how we see the recruitment industry evolving ever since! In this show we talked about:

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Canada. Our neighbor to the north. What can we learn from them? What are the similarities and differences between our two countries?  Are they fighting the same cultural battles we are facing in the USA? Why does it matter? Listen as Linda interviews Aaron Gunn, one of Canada’s most listened to conservative voices. Aaron is an independent advocate for taxpayers and common sense and was the Founder and former Executive Director of Generation Screwed, an initiative launched to fight back against government debt and its impact on future generations.  The fight for freedom is not limited to our borders, and the futures of young people around the world are in jeopardy as freedom is squandered in political correctness and economic chaos. What can you do about it? Listen today!  © Copyright 2020, Prosperity 101, LLC

Today's DIscussion and ObservationsWe talk about who had a better International Break, Mexico or USA?Why are we here, as USA fans.Prepare for the Return of Club FutbolHighlight our favorite matchesNFL WEEK 2 PICKSHighlight Fantasy Players Complain about RosenhausJets Season Done Already?

Contested Layups is here and ready to entertain you for your listening pleasure! The Demarcus Cousins injury is a terrible shame for him, and we wish him the best in his recovery. Meanwhile, the Lakers have a lot to figure out for next year. Will AD have to make a sacrifice and play center for the squad, despite saying that he did not want to? The FIBA tournament is on tap for the world, as it starts August 31st. The USA roster is almost set, but what can the basketball fans across the country expect from the USA? Why did Deaaron Fox drop out from the tournament?

Does your American brokerage firm want to end your relationship because you live in Israel (or anyplace else other than the USA)? Why would a U.S. broker not want to work with an account with a foreign address? Brokerage firms in the United States may drop clients living in Israel because of the fear of not knowing their client properly and extra bureaucracy involved in having clients who live overseas. However, it is not against the law for folks living overseas to have American brokerage accounts. If you’re an expat investor who has been dropped by your U.S. brokerage firm, you need to find a cross-border firm that specializes in clients similar to yourself. Look no further…. Living in Israel but investing in the United States? Trying to find a licensed financial advisor with cross-border expertise who can open an American brokerage account for you? If so, then you should download the free resource “Retirees Fired by Their Brokers in America.” The resource is a summary of what Israeli clients should do if their U.S. financial advisor drops them. Download free resource: Retirees Fired by Their Brokers in America If you’re not already receiving updates on new episodes, sign up now, and as a special bonus, receive Doug’s free ebook The Retirement Planning Book.

Being at the centre of Strength & Conditioning on a global scale is a pretty special place to liveIt introduces you to some amazing experiences and even more amazing people... and along the way, you learn powerful lessons that help shape and transform your lifeSuch is a part of the story of Anders Varner​. It's one filled with passion, heart, authenticity and vulnerabilityThis is the 2nd time we've been blessed to have a Deep Dive with this world class human on The Youth Development Hour - and goddam is it raw and vulnerableHere's some of what you can expect:✅ Coach Nick shares some personal things he's never shared before✅ Why the youth have to stop thinking they need to "make it" & why they're already there...✅ Why John Cena privately flew Anders across the USA✅ Why your heart matters most✅ Anders tells his best (see: WORST) joke✅ And much more...Vulnerable and powerful, that's what this episode is fam ❤️

Alex Gravedigger Grand, Bill Field of Screams, and Jim Empty Tomb Thompson discuss 1953 and the horror genre. Was EC Comics the King of Horror? Who invented horror comics? What other comics made horror and were they any good? Why did Crime Comics naturally lead into Horror? What was the relationship between Bill Gaines and Al Feldstein, and who are the best horror comic book artists of the time? Why did Wertham write anti-comics articles for the Ladies Home Journal? What psychologically led toward such a morbid interest in horror at this time in the USA? Why are we called Tripod? Jack Davis, Howard Nostrand, Reed Crandall, Joe Orlando and more! No Sense Remix - Standard License, EC Comics ©Gaines. Support us at https://www.patreon.com/comicbookhistoriansPodcast and Audio ©℗ 2019 Comic Book HistoriansSupport the show (https://www.patreon.com/comicbookhistorians)

What does this mean for America to turn away from the Paris treaty? Why is this a good thing for the USA? Why is the EU, NATO and Germany so upset? Do you see what is really going on here or have you fallen for the strong delusion sent by Yehovah for those who will not obey? They seek to gain the wealth of the USA through the Paris treaty by crippling the US. Now that this attempt has failed they will wage war which is the 4th curse of Lev 26. 2017 is the 4th Sabbatical cycle we are in now and this 4th curse of war is to take place starting in 2020. Do you understand just how diabolical this Paris Treaty was to the USA? Listen and learn. Stop being deceived.

Jack Barsky, the ex KGB undercover spy continues to share with us his story of life as a Russian Spy in the USA with Spy Podcast Spybrary Listen to Part 2 of our interview and learn: Which national figure did the KGB want Barksy to get close to and spy on? How did Jack Barsky cope with the loneliness of being a spy? Was Barsky afraid of getting caught? How did he communicate with Moscow Center? Why did the KGB put him on a Concorde? What instructions did the KGB give Barksy if he was ever caught by the FBI? Which Spy novelist does Barsky say is the most realistic of all spy writer? Which book on the East German Stasi does he recommend we all read? What signal did the KGB leave for Barsky on his daily commute to tell him his cover was blown and to drop everything and get out of the USA? Why did Barsky defy the KGB to stay in the US? What chilling threat was whispered into his ears by the KGB on the platform for the A train in NYC? How Jack Barsky knows the KGB bought his 'big lie' for why he could not return to the KGB and the Soviet Union? About the day he was apprehended by the FBI? What lengths the FBI went to over 3 years in order to catch him? How a row with his wife gave the FBI all they needed to apprehend him? And Much More!!!

- Andrew's now a published author! - ...and has tasted hot Butterbeer! - ...and has traded houses to become a Slytherin! - What does it mean that Grindelwald was a seer? - The new Fantastic Beasts covers have been revealed! - We dive deep into the launch of JKR's new website (which definitely has a nostalgic feel) - Jo answers some FAQs about Fantastic Beasts and we analyze - Why couldn't Newt just apparate to the USA? Why did he go through No-Maj customs? Why couldn't Newt 'accio' all of his beasts safely back to his briefcase? - Why isn't Veritaserum used in interrogations? - Why did 'revelio' undo the effects of the Polyjuice Potion? - Why didn't Harry Potter develop an Obscurus? - Twitter Question: What uncommon element(s) from the HP books or films do you want to see become important in the FB series?

Ex-advertising Art Director, National Award Winning Cinematographer Paramvir Singh runs DesiCreative out of sheer love for advertising and brands. You can also check him out at Kiss Films. Today on Digital Marketing Radio we discuss the following: Digital marketing in India How is the digital marketing landscape different in India compared with Europe and the USA? Why are clients in India still spending so much money on TV marketing youth brands? How is marketing in India likely to evolve over the next few years? How India has skipped the laptop revolution right to the mobile revolution Are most mobile phones based on the Android platform in India? Is Facebook an important marketing channel in India? How reliable is the internet in India? Will advertising shift to mobile soon in India? Are consumers quite comfortable with purchasing online in India? Why international brands should do business in India What kind of phraseology should you be using when speaking to prospective customer in India - are there any cultural differences to be aware of? The blogging network, IndiBlogger Do bloggers feel obliged to give your product a positive review in India? Software I couldn't live without What software do you currently use in your business that if someone took away from you, it would significantly impact your marketing success? The Browser [Safari, Chrome and Firefox] plus browser extensions from software like Future Tweets What software don't you use, but you've heard good things about, and you've intended to try at some point in the near future? Klout [Social media authority scoring] My number 1 takeaway What's the single most important step from our discussion that our listeners need to take away and implement in their businesses? Get other people to say that your brand is desirable! When you beat your own drum, people don't take you so seriously.