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It's 2004. Shannon Noll's What About Me is dominating the charts. The Notebook is in cinemas. And John Howard is claiming his fourth election victory. 20 years on, the cabinet papers offer an insight into government decision-making of the day. SBS Chief Political Correspondent Anna Henderson spoke to John Howard about the year.

Le mix de WW dans 103 Klubb le 21 Décembre 2024 de 18H à 19H Tracklist: Tiësto - Una Velita *** Oliver Tree & Robin Schulz - Miss You (Argy Remix) *** Jaxx & Vega & KEVU - Crash The Party *** Alpharock & ZHIKO & KDH - Tokyo To Rio *** Almero - For You *** Third ? Party & Romeo Blanco - Paradise *** Meck & James Hype - Feels Like Home *** KAAZE - Destination Calabria *** Bassjackers - Cornfield Chase *** Cassö & Jazzy feat. Headie One - Zeros *** Florence + The Machine - Spectrum (Say My Name) (Morgan Seatree Remix) *** SMACK & Rave Republic - Upside Down *** Trance Wax feat. Katy Alex - Feel Your Love *** Malugi & Interplanetary Criminal & Coach Harrison - Be The Only *** Danimal - Angels *** The Rocketman - The Nighttrain *** Hardwell & Vorwerk - Cambodia *** AXMO & nanobii - What About Me

WHAT ABOUT ME?!

Do you find yourself living a self-centered life? Joyce Meyer joins us to reveal how letting go of selfishness can bring lasting peace and fulfillment in your life from her book, What About Me? (J2552) 

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What About Me?Jul 28, 2024 - 9:30 AM Worship ServiceChrist Memorial Church, Holland MIPhilippians 2:4-11, Isaiah 6:1-8Dr Stan MastInterim Lead Pastor

Singer and recording artist, Cindy Fee sat down in The Locher Room for a one-on-one interview.Cindy is best known for performing “Thank You for Being A Friend,” the opening theme song to the Emmy and Golden Globe Award-winning sitcom, The Golden Girls.After The Golden Girls' star Betty White's death in 2021, the popular sitcom and Cindy's opening theme song was streamed 384 million times in one week alone.Cindy started performing professionally at the age of sixteen and is a prolific jingle and TV commercial singer. Some of her commercial jingle credits include for Hoover Vacuum "Nobody Does it Like You”; "Get on Your Pontiac and Ride"; and "What the Big Boys Eat"; from the Wheaties cereal campaign.In addition to her world-famous recording of Thank You for Being A Friend, Cindy has also recorded chart-topping records with some of the best-selling music artists of all time. Her discography includes the duet with Kenny Rogers, "I Don't Want to Know Why" from the platinum selling album, What About Me? She also performed as a background singer for Garth Brooks, Dolly Parton, Whitney Houston, and Lionel Richie.Don't miss the chance to meet the singer behind the voice – Cindy Fee.

02. Annie was not that smart || Annie had half a heart Annie, poor Annie Was full of hot air, Yes Annie was just a fart Annie was bad at cards, But Annie could drive a car Annie poor Annie Just ran out of gas, Poor Annie— That's just the start! Annie goes out to bar; Annie's so good at darts Annie poor Annie She acts like a man, But Annie is not from mars. Annie was drunk that night Me and Annie just got in a fight Annie, poor Annie— She just couldn't dance No, Annie just wasn't right || I'm so sick I'm so tired Of all Of these services Asking For money It's donuts, you know And I don't eat sugar I'm sick of my curves— They're so perfect, But her, she has none And you love her And you're what I want So Fuck this I'm a disaster I'll be here after the show For a while But don't talk to me! I'm just a broken Soul A guitarist Who knows only Words At the surface I'd rather be her (I just want to go home with you; If I take my clothes off, You'll probably throw up, though) I just want to go home You know Kingdom come Or whatever you call it When you're just Done I got blood under my fingernails If I cut myself, It starts pouring rain I got blood under my eyes, But if I Now I know too well, The well of tears on my guitar She's got a body like one Oh her curves But I just wonder what it like to be loved By stars Socialites and superstars They're Gods, you know How high up they are Above us And he lives in an ascended dimension, But he insists, he says Her transcendence is upon us He said Your transcendence is upon us He says these things, And then just vanishes So she gets up promptly Warms up yesterday's coffee Looks around in her coffin And wonders What for I just Wonder what it's like to be loved by stars Without double r's, you know I've got scars But it's mostly just Teardrops, and soft kisses On my guitar Cause, oh, Oli, I ain't got nobody— And nobody holds me Like I hold Oli (Could have been Ali, But of course— I had already lost that one A whole well of tears, I lost At his departure And a whole well more When I actually lost him I almost miss Having someone to talk to About anything and everything But I've got Oli And God now I've got Oli And Oli (oli) Is all that I've got Besides God That's the only contact In my Phone book No more double Ls And double entendres; No more double rs At all Just scars now No more metaphors. Honest is radical I like them cynical I should have clinical insanity by now But I'm only just an artist You can't help But can only harm that And if it hurts hard enough I'll put art on my walls Become permanent Storybooks all over my arms now My coat of arms now I've run Ten point 5 miles In the last 3 days; But if I rest today Will a motorcycle gang Have a parade outside of my window, To drive me crazy? I hope it rains, So they can't play these games with my head And the seeds that I planted So deep become daisies I still don't remember The way he rearranged me But these days I make my name sound So the way He can never say it Just imitates The way I hate myself I should be dating But expressions are Atrocious If I fall asleep— Who knows I may get Stolen That tends to happen So I'm All the way up And I'm swollen in ways That I hate to say “I love you” Love me back Or say it harder That's my martyrdom Come off the cross, for a moment, Would you for us? And bend over Or bow, if you will? If I did, Would you still call me wicked Or just a Good witch Since I'm a woman, I just couldn't be Jesus, Who you asked for once And always Who you asked for some To save you from your Credit reports And consorts Or some sort of Nonsense [famous last words] God don't speak much English, She says God don't speak much these days We were Always Telepathic That was way back then When Oedipus Rex Was on the Guest list I was standing at the coat check, asking Why I must take off my hat When entering the service To the bouncer, he says “That's just politics” I said, That's just politics We both said, What's the difference Then we all laughed —then we all just laughed and laughed Exchange is my favorite exchange Where my favorite exchanges Have happened for centuries Of engagements Endeared species, And races pieces haven't tasted the same Since I haven't had them Animal products And animal planet I found this hat on Discovery channel Did you want it? I can't stand it So I had to have it back I just had to use the bathroom I just had to disconnect From [] See— I don't even have to put the words in Cause a name is just words When that's a man You just can't have And that's the worse When that's a man And you can't have him What a habit. Silky rabbit. Now he's the Ace. All In A Day's Work I've never died before. Oh… that is terrifying. It sounds terrible. It's really not that bad. Why are you not writing this down? I just need a moment… It's really not that bad… I die all the time. Look, I told you, stay away from that guy. Who, what—Dillon Francis? I'm telling you, there's something wrong with him. I'm pretty sure he's like—indifferent— “Indifferent” haha. Sure. Okay. I think he's getting engaged or something DILLON FRANCIS RAGE KILLS EVERYTHING. What the fuck are you doing. He has a tendency to get jealous, sometimes, I guess [DILLON FRANCIS IS A DESTRUCTIVE HUMAN BEING (with excessively jealous tendencies)] #GHOSTEDDDD This guy?! SERIOUSLY?! I mean, he's kinda cute, isn't he? Is he?! Almost, cuter than you, I think, probably. UAAAGGGGGGHHHHH. [HEART destroys an entire TELEVISION] what the FUCK, DILLON FRANCIS— That's was a RELIC. It was a vintage television set RELIC IS LIKE A SYNONYM FOR THOSE KINDS OF THINGS. SHUT UP, ACTUALLY. Okay so like HEART and GHOST are twin flames— Who whose this dude, then?! He's just my MUSE, rn, okay?! OK?! oh look, cool, he does music too. ahahaha Do something funny, I guess. Hey Hazel. Do a backflip. Okay, daddy! Oh wow, that's— WHATTHEFUK —that's from my other series. That's neat, He's cool, I think. I'm gonna keep writing this. WHAT ABOUT ME. What about you?! How's your girlfriend, actually? MY FAKE GIRLFRIEND, YOU MEAN. What: Oh. What's she reading! I can't see Robert Greene Laws of Seduction Okay. So. Here's what you do. You have to get her to think THIS IS MY GIRLFRIEND. HER EYES ARE BLUE, SHES REALLY PRETTY. Ok. Ouch. She's—she's perfect actually. *sniffles* Ok. —oh, by the way, are you still like, into Sonny or anything THE MEXICAN SKRILLEX *satanizing* No, actually, I think I was just getting over that whole thing. Okay, well, great: This is my girlfriend *actually crying* She is better than you. At everything. *sobbing* OkAY! I would never date you. Alright… I'm not in “love” with you or anything *inconsolable crying* I wear CARHART EVERYTHING, now, Cause she's like— Caucasian, and everything, so I LOVE EVERYTHING EXCEPT FOR COUNTRY. Thanks, boogie T No problems CHANNEL TRES I AM THE CONTROLLER BOOGIE T I'm subtly racist, So this album artwork indicates That if you're the fucking controller I'm the one holding the controller, Actually controlling everything EDM industry Okay, Let the blacks in, But let them know that there's like A pecking order to these things… Oh look, a pelican [RAVE INDUSTRY BEING OVERTLY RACIST.] Kaleena Zanders See. Who are you, again? If you're the guy holding the controller, I'm the programmer, writing the game You stupid fucking— All of you are fucking idiots, I quit. I'm gonna go kiss ass With the TV people. Well fuck you, okay. NO, FUCK YOU, DILLON FRANCIS. KELLY (LIAM KYLE SULLIVAN) FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUUUUUUUUCK YOUUUUUU KELLY ZIMMERMAN FUUUUUUUUUUUUUU——- I love the clout riding on this shit, Really? You kept his last name? Well, yeah-/ I was just rich before I married that guy “The first wives club” Now I'm famous. BEFORE: DEADMAU5 INCUBUS KELLY SUCCUBUS FIGHT [the festival project, or whatever] DILLON FRANCIS is DESTROYING EVERYTHING in a fit of JEALOUS RAGE. Idk what that dude is about, honestly. CUT TO: Meditating peacefully, relaxed. [a moment of calm and peaceful eloquence before] [a silenced pistol goes off] Headshot. Nice. Okay, get the body. Ahahaha. Fuckin. —Suck my dick. Sai Psy. See you in seven years, then. You're so silly— I'm not going to live seven more years. We'll see about that. You will see. I'll be dead. So I'll be dead. So it is. A summer hiatus, Vacations in Prague, yes Let's pray for the rest of us A sign of the times and a coming of ages Who made you famous again As the rest of us I don't like it As much as I'd like to Keep writing Keep finding the reason to die and you're blinded by kindnesses And I ams I woke up in the 9th dimension, As an infinite friend Familiar with my kitchen JOHN SLATTERY An interesting thing happened this morning. What's that, John? I woke up as John Slattery Just remember what love holds The death of a salesman, rechargeable batteries This walk could take forever in designer jeans Another day in slave hell The controllers controlling And Satan is Sataning Seems like a time to go clubbing It's a simple kind of depression Resting on your head when All you simply wished is the taste of flesh The freedom of skin And the lather of love— Or blood spatter on the pavement Aim for the head If the door's fixed, then we'll break it again Look what greed does I hate lazy days in Manhattan Cause I've never had one What happened on the way to the forum I was starstruck; Five finger death punch Right in the heart I wish I was punctual Right on time for lunch Don't you want to talk to someone more pungent? Don't you got models to robot? Don't you know I never want to hurt you But you know, I'm going to hurt you. You know I'm going to hurt you Now, the review: Sooner or later, I fall over your world Good dudes in drags Good food for thought I'm a dog With the wrong parts You should take Kanye to the mall With a migrants lanyard (The migrants are anarchists! Good one, God) This one goes to. | this one fist, from Which one are you ? I guess we are one in the same It's a famous radio tower Live up to your name Go sell your flower for flour As I stand at the jumping point Eye on Manhattan, The wind beneath my wings Distracting myself from the mansion I haven't The mason jars I ought to buy for bargain The brain and brain cereal I left at the market I used to love Brandy Now I just wish I was something, awesome Now I just wish I was something, awesome Now I just wish I was something, awesome “The Album I Wrote On My Way To The Rock To Return Amazon Purchases No Longer Wanted” That's a really long album title. I didn't imagine I'd write this much Just trying not to imagine this man in his under pants, Or what have you (I'm just a fan) I'm just a dad hunched over in the bathroom Must have been the magic of my backhand, backfired Must have come untied and undone, under the rainbow Must me on my way to Manhattan For some blacklist event. Where I'm from The A List Is a face No name needed “Oh, I know who you are” If I purchased a car today I might get done paying it off By my 81st birthday. Shady. If I had a penny for every mistake I made, I would probably be Nameless. If there was a namesake to lay me into my grave, it would make sense; Yes, let's move the train for a moment With the doors still open. — I'd like to watch what happens. So what happens when the sun comes up On the only body you've ever known And no one wants it What happens with a dude named Starr Punches you over and over again And then no one loves you (That's starstruck, your honor) What happens when granted a pardon for passions And everything happens after is magic What happens when all you want is to go manic To finish the album And just feel good again What happens when the algorithm has Al Gore in it? What happens when the rhythm in blues is just the attraction of random black men and their concubine counterparts? Huh, what happens! What happens, Kanye? What happens, the God? What happens when all that you want is a disgusting assumption of. No on can trust you And nobody loves you Since it was simply a tryst Put this at a distance. Where did my energy disappear to! Where in the fear is my other earring? Fuck. Be somewhere, anywhere else but your office, for the moment. Be anyone but a mother, Anywhere but your apartment— It hurts, the construction. Someone doesn't something Nobody knows nothing about me, But what I put in this caskets (This podcast) Oh hey, I got fuck muscles from fuckin myself now! I feel like I'm gonna die if I don't have sex! For real! Heal, Oh great dragon, HEAL, BITCH. Word. woof for the world Will for the wolf; Rain on the roof. Cobain don't have a God (Or a Gun, if you wanted that one) “Pull me up, God, I'm done under here” He called in I followed the fosters to farrow And got better I got better and bitter much quicker and Never in bed had I been as flexible As to kiss his chest As I kicked my own neck With my left foot. What the fucjing fairyshit is that. There, I fixed it. Fixed what. I don't know what. But I fixed it. I know, huh! So be 110 and flexible Powerlift tectonic plates Do Pilates And make waffles!? Alright, I can do that But only as Jennifer Aniston I'd like to take back that Fallon I bought at the black market He's broken. I like his band tho— The one on the left hand, Over the damaged one. Are you on to that? Says the sayer, Son of Sam So Sai the sage Sets the stage Is that the plan? Never fall for a man, Even over an alter And tied by the hands. All I see in my initials initially is B Minor 16 might be minors, guys But she's creaming to find you At the front lines Life of a superstar DJ At the cross roads Or the turnstiles How do you turn bile into Beguiling Without rifling a few feathers Or looking into the eye of the rifle And dying first Don't you let that tear fall from you onto the M Train. I'm just training for fame And hating you ever day Since we made it Love Get out of my way, Satan I'm staying I'm saying your name sake insanely Please break me Like a chicken leg Or just shake me from this existence Since I don't seem fit for it Anymore than I fit that Givchechy dress you gave that blonde, right? Am I dying! Or just dying inside Fuck coughs If you want him enough to. Use black magic To do that to me, wait till it falls back on you, You gross hag If god hates fags as much as he hates blacks We should fly flags over the haggis I made Alice When she's back from her adventures in wonderland No wonder you're a Monro Crossed over from O'Fallons It's an old warfare with two clans From the old countries With no borders Or border collies Laboradores And labirites, likely As Aphrodite is to smite me So here comes DJ Francis With his new black girlfriend Just kidding We all know in his world It's cold and broken With nothing but blue eyes And big wild to look over you Bro, standing up is not going to make this train go anywhere. I almost promise you. Turns out there's no such thing as a quick trip to the rock. Turns out you'll sit stuck in your own sick God as my witness For screenshotting those ass pictures —that's somebody's kids, dick. tick tok has no limits. VO Of course, The day and time I should have to go to Rockerfeller Plaza quickly, quietly and unseen, the train is magically destined not to move. I've been sitting here at least a half hour, with no end in sight— The doors close and the train begins moving. Hahaha Fucking hilarious, God. I've been avoiding The Rock like the plague— Not that I think anything would happen at all upon arrival— who am I, anyway? Nobody important. There she goes. Still, I've written enough about it, and the people inside and around it, That the place makes me nervous. More nervous than ever, that is, actually— I always felt weird in the place. [flashbacks] When I first got to New York, I would end up there on accident. Completely by accident. Lost. Faulty navigation. Hackers: Whatever. I always just— By complete fucking accident Ended up at Rockerfeller Plaza The city slips over us, as the train sinks back underground — I'm facing the city now, As not to be reminded of my abuser's toxic words and toxic hands, By dirty white Nikes and Jansport backpacks Still, etched into the subway walls Are two stars, which remind me to repeat the mantra: Starr Michael Roberts is a pedophile wifebeater Less of a manta than the truest words ever spoken, But that's all the shape of a five point star means to me now or will ever mean to me And to think, The American flag has 50 of the 50 wife beating pedophile men On a red white and blue flag That waves just to remind me I was born a fat ugly noack woman To be a slave And there's no one to save us I want to senselessly beat the man in the dirty white Nikes and Jansport backpack Just like I was beaten senselessly by the man called Starr, The devil in disguise as my first love Still trying to chase my soul from its dream Back into his nightmarish under realms of unhygienic hatred, vomit stained rugs And poss stained couches, Phlegm on the walls and Nothing on but Diablo And old episodes of the sopranos. —but I still love the sopranos; And I still love my one and only Good thing that ever happened From an awful marriage That buried me wonder what's on this side of the train to write Maybe nothing Nothing I like, anyway Some guy that just thinks imm some ugly black bitch Of course All the white rich dudes Are horrible I miss the poor surfers Blowing blunts and wishing they was with blondes, With me tucked under their arms I need a tummy tuck to find love Goddamn, Imm miserable just sitting here At least I get a glance at her The tattooed God With the pink hair Where's Wanda Sai the Saige Don't say ahit Unless its music Sai the Saige says Turn the page For more sermons Sai the Saige sings her words carefully Write forwards for whole books in four words Four worlds down, Now four more. That's a world tour. Lil biiiiiiitzzz Bro, I might never have sex again. There's a new STD on the loose And patient zero is a white man from New York in his 30's FUCKING GROSS. Where's wanda Where's Waldo Ah FUCK I got your wallet WHATS WRONG WITH YOU. SOMETHING which one are you?! Nothing, nobody. Sunni?! I'm not Sonny, you're Sonny. I'm not— Don't say it Whatever Where is it? Where's what? The rock You're on the rock! I that's not — Stop it what I meant! Which one are you— Who are you 8mm I'm the cosmic— Whatever the fuck. Gimmie the rock Get off of me I think too much I think I have a disease I think too much But I don't think much of me It's just as much as I want A three musketeers bar, That's far fetched For a vegan With 12 dollars in the budget For the rest of the month Goddamn. One down 20 to go Call someone To take your husband Home I'm drunk m I'm stuck in this thought At the bottom of the rock Damn. 8 always get lost here Not today though, I hope Follow the smell of coffe tbigg us h the open doors This the stairs up a couple stores. Muscle memory l Wait. Are there stairs to the top of the rock? I would walk them Shazam, what's this lame ass fucking song? Ugh, at least I have muscle memory. OUCH, COME ON. OUCH. Come with me. Ugh. I have so fuck to do. Okay, now what do I do? Just jump! That seems like a bad idea. It's the only idea you've got. That's not even my idea! —but it's the only idea you've got! OKAY, I've got an idea! What's it? Wtf, I've never even seen this many people here. What is this, a field trip. GODDAMIT JUST JMP. i can't, I'm scared! Okay. Then I'll push you. M No don't *push* helicopter: fluh-fluh-fluh- THERE HE IS— WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! AGHHHHHHHH. GISNT BIRD OF PREHy- SNATCH. GODDAMN Turn sim down Okay, how much. Just a little How's that That's better. Okay. Look, I am not interested in you. I get that, Jimmy Fallon. I am just doing my job, okay. I get it, Jim. Okay?! Do you understand. I understand. Okay? Okay. Okay. So what is your job, exactly? I keep my mouth shut, Hands fisted misdirected, But staying on track Thank god they put this shit here Hands in my pocket equals words h documented I can't help but to admit I almost want even writing before this Now fast forward Every time I'm under this, it feels like I'm already in my own show or something Of course, I used to love a good revolving door Shit I used to love at all Man! I hate the rock! Why. Cause fuck Jimmy Fallon, that's why! why?! CAUSE. Look, the you from the other dimension should be coming around that corner any minute. Okay, for what. To use the restroom. Make sure she They: What. Me is a “they” Whatever. I love the rush of death telling me to jump as the oncoming train approaches from behind me I could be blinded by the light. Look, 6'3 God knows what I need And that makes history Make sure when you when she goes into the bathroom, find Fallon and give him the— I know what to do. Alright, YO. NO. LEAVE ME ALONE. I'm married with a family! I don't find you attractive! At all! I know that, asshole! I only want you for your fame and money! Wait, really? No, you handsome basta'd! Goddammit… Goddammit! Sunni!? I knew that was you! It is me—but the other me is somewhere, so take this—quickly back to the 4th dimension—- This is the fourth dimension! Wait, it is?! YES. What dimension did you think it was The 8th! The 8th?! THAT EXISTS?! yeah!!! Where the fuck are you from?! The third, I thought! Thank god, here's this fucking train. Well, fuck off, then! I gotta go find the 8th dimensional Jimmy Fallon! What! For what?! That's priveleged information Ascended extraterrestrials only, broh! Woah, woah, woah, don't “bro” me. I said “broh” What?! That's what I said— No, you said— Whatever. “Broh”,— —now you said it— —I'm coming with you— Don't be homo. —but, you're a woman, I thought. That's what's you think. That's what the tabloids said… You wanna know what the tabloids said about you? In which dimension? Right?! Now shut up. Come on. [they move quickly towards the— Towards the where? I don't know. I've only ever been at the bottom of the rock: I don't get it. If the antenna is on the top, Then why did my vibe go. GLUH. Sorry: No , that's a lot; what is that: —you really think imm handsome? I think you're an asshole. I hate writing at the rock (Launching to onesel.) You look ridiculous. At least i can just write it off to “Mental Health Problems” MEANWHILE Check it out. The devil is following me. What. Wanna see. What the FUCK is that? He wants my soul. WOAH. Yeah, cool, right. No! Yeah it is… What the hell happened I aucked him off once: You what. Calm down. I didn't know it was the devil. Holy! It's was un Unholy See. Damn Satan,!697 are fucking gross. Yeah. Nice tattoos though. I thought you'd like this. I do. Who's your body? Some drunk. The alcoholics are so easy. What about my soul. What about your soul, dude? Why doesn't he want my soul? He already has your soul. What?! I never sold my soled my soul. That's what you think. Oh, I get it comcast owns Jimmy Fallon. Actually, Nancy Drew does, or whatever. What's her name Nancy! HUH- what!! DREW BARRYMORE. GET IN HERE!!!! woah. Okay. I gotta get back to the 90's. Why! I left my DREW BARRYMORE GODDAMIT. Sorry, JUST GET OUT. She is cute, though. She's so fucking cute. Hey, What. Put me on your hit list, For what. Cause. No way, dude. So it's this Nancy Drew Character Uh huh. Then Comcast Correct. Then NBC/Universal. uh-huh Then Lorne Michaels— Wait Correct. Fuck man. So you mean the portion of Jimmy Fallon I won in that game of 8 dimensional poker is pretty much nothin. It's pretty much— Worthless. Not worthless. What are you saying— I'm saying— I'm not a real woman I just saw a real woman With a long skirt And a body worthy of love Beautiful hair And face like porcelain Nothing upon the sleeves strewn in ink Petite I could never be a real woman Actually, you know what. I could have worn anything But I'm not showing up for anything at Rockerfeller Plaza dressed like my inner cunslut YOUR “INNER” CUMSLUT THAT WSS AWESOME I know, God. *belches juicy semen, slurps* You're—a fucking awful person, though, just awful. I know. Just—disgusting. Yeah, but— —that was the best blowjob I ever had Yep. *burps—slurps* ufgh. —and you swallowed all of it. I don't know how! Both: That's was so much! Haha yeah: Jinx! You owe me a blowjob. Okay! You're fucking gross. Yeah. Oh wow. That went deep. I mean, not really “deep” it went aural. *oral* I swear to god if you publish this POSTED DAMN. that dude is good looking. Why is he dating someone that looks like a mouseS Maybe he's into mouce face I guess. I'm into mouse face. [deadmau5] Be nice. Hey! What: what do you want That guys an asshole! Duh! Okay. I love white people But they're weird sometimes I was lookin at this dude on the train Like real hard, And I swear to God, I couldn't tell if that was his girl Or his twin sister I was like What I the fuck am I lookin at Idk but I like it It's almost refreshing to see sliders that aren't made of plastic or whatever awful material OH. CONAN O BRIEN YEAH. But mad young. That's— LUCIFER! Hahahaha what GET BACK HERE. DAMN. That's one good looking kid. Dammit dammit dammit A bunch of handsome white dudes I want nothing to do with It's true I do like the fame The power The respect The money, I could give or take Or make my own Just so you'll date me The power, I like The respect and the fame So your name came and went with the hour l And the sunset I might take walk in the rain Because my body is ugly And I just want to be loved A husband Two dogs And pushing a stroller Of course, there's the part that just wants to have fun Get fucked up Love someone I trust enough To rub against Without a rubber Against the grain Our heads together He grabs the back of my neck And I just can't handle it Fuck. I love mad men— and I love men when they're mad Especially Fallon That's somebody's dad in the bathtub, yeah mate Somebody back at the opera Probably phantoms There you go You've got you a girl So grab her hand And hold onto her Don't let her know If yo love or fuck someone else Just for the fun of it Don't break her head and her heart at the same time She might not come back from it Like I never did I never came back I was punched in the face maybe 5 Or like 6 times Before I got up, became Skrillex, went for a a run with the dogs And then did it again Never was god, though I got a lot of problems I love the waterfront But no one loves me I'm left in the lobby a lot Like Mikey, in that one song I guess I'm destiny Or perhaps I'm your density Once upon a time, I walked here Once a upon a time, I worked here, Shout out to number six. This one is sung for you This verse undoes the hex. Remind me to get your mom hallmark cart, someone uttered I fucking love her Remember to stop at the shopping carts before you long walk home Almost hoping you're soaked in the strange acid rai. So hard You forget what your name is I spent a whole plot of a film Just trying to be famous Luckily, I think The Tonight Show stops taping in the summer, So with any luck, The real Jimmy Fallon is somewhere in Greece or some shit Rich assholes and their summer vacations— I'm guessing, But still unwavering in the back of my mind somewhere That no matter what, Whenever I'm at 30 Rock, I'm being watched. The entire cast of 30 rock is watching the legends saga in 3D, along with some of the keynote cast of Saturday night live— Don't be selfish I'm not. I don't know what else I used to watched that's owned by this media conglomerate ahem. SLASH/Universal. Oh, so we are doing this back to the future revamp depends, are you gonna keep being fat, Or be spry, like Marty McFly And just for the fuck of it, You're the new Hanson in the new 21 Jumpstreet Movie SUNNI BLU Aight, SUPA Dammit. TINA FEY Do you smell donuts. LIZ LEMON no, it's cookies Follow the smell of the cookies. I get it. I got it. Try to remain unseen! LOOK AT ME. I'M AT THE BASE OF A GIANT PE— COCK. LUTZ When's the action?! Notes: Chocolate man makes everything chocolate Okay. That's stupid. Chocolate! Chocolate! Uhhh—- What are you doing here?!? I work here…what are you doing here? I have tenure. *purses lips* [tina tries to hide the entire cast Reunion of late 90s/early 2000's SNL cast members behind her (Nervously) tah—uh; I thought you were on vacation. I redacted it. What does that mean? I know what it means. Mm. What does that mean. I read the comics. I have something to tell you. Okay, what. It can't be over the phone. Okay. Where the firefighters is? 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02. Annie was not that smart || Annie had half a heart Annie, poor Annie Was full of hot air, Yes Annie was just a fart Annie was bad at cards, But Annie could drive a car Annie poor Annie Just ran out of gas, Poor Annie— That's just the start! Annie goes out to bar; Annie's so good at darts Annie poor Annie She acts like a man, But Annie is not from mars. Annie was drunk that night Me and Annie just got in a fight Annie, poor Annie— She just couldn't dance No, Annie just wasn't right || I'm so sick I'm so tired Of all Of these services Asking For money It's donuts, you know And I don't eat sugar I'm sick of my curves— They're so perfect, But her, she has none And you love her And you're what I want So Fuck this I'm a disaster I'll be here after the show For a while But don't talk to me! I'm just a broken Soul A guitarist Who knows only Words At the surface I'd rather be her (I just want to go home with you; If I take my clothes off, You'll probably throw up, though) I just want to go home You know Kingdom come Or whatever you call it When you're just Done I got blood under my fingernails If I cut myself, It starts pouring rain I got blood under my eyes, But if I Now I know too well, The well of tears on my guitar She's got a body like one Oh her curves But I just wonder what it like to be loved By stars Socialites and superstars They're Gods, you know How high up they are Above us And he lives in an ascended dimension, But he insists, he says Her transcendence is upon us He said Your transcendence is upon us He says these things, And then just vanishes So she gets up promptly Warms up yesterday's coffee Looks around in her coffin And wonders What for I just Wonder what it's like to be loved by stars Without double r's, you know I've got scars But it's mostly just Teardrops, and soft kisses On my guitar Cause, oh, Oli, I ain't got nobody— And nobody holds me Like I hold Oli (Could have been Ali, But of course— I had already lost that one A whole well of tears, I lost At his departure And a whole well more When I actually lost him I almost miss Having someone to talk to About anything and everything But I've got Oli And God now I've got Oli And Oli (oli) Is all that I've got Besides God That's the only contact In my Phone book No more double Ls And double entendres; No more double rs At all Just scars now No more metaphors. Honest is radical I like them cynical I should have clinical insanity by now But I'm only just an artist You can't help But can only harm that And if it hurts hard enough I'll put art on my walls Become permanent Storybooks all over my arms now My coat of arms now I've run Ten point 5 miles In the last 3 days; But if I rest today Will a motorcycle gang Have a parade outside of my window, To drive me crazy? I hope it rains, So they can't play these games with my head And the seeds that I planted So deep become daisies I still don't remember The way he rearranged me But these days I make my name sound So the way He can never say it Just imitates The way I hate myself I should be dating But expressions are Atrocious If I fall asleep— Who knows I may get Stolen That tends to happen So I'm All the way up And I'm swollen in ways That I hate to say “I love you” Love me back Or say it harder That's my martyrdom Come off the cross, for a moment, Would you for us? And bend over Or bow, if you will? If I did, Would you still call me wicked Or just a Good witch Since I'm a woman, I just couldn't be Jesus, Who you asked for once And always Who you asked for some To save you from your Credit reports And consorts Or some sort of Nonsense [famous last words] God don't speak much English, She says God don't speak much these days We were Always Telepathic That was way back then When Oedipus Rex Was on the Guest list I was standing at the coat check, asking Why I must take off my hat When entering the service To the bouncer, he says “That's just politics” I said, That's just politics We both said, What's the difference Then we all laughed —then we all just laughed and laughed Exchange is my favorite exchange Where my favorite exchanges Have happened for centuries Of engagements Endeared species, And races pieces haven't tasted the same Since I haven't had them Animal products And animal planet I found this hat on Discovery channel Did you want it? I can't stand it So I had to have it back I just had to use the bathroom I just had to disconnect From [] See— I don't even have to put the words in Cause a name is just words When that's a man You just can't have And that's the worse When that's a man And you can't have him What a habit. Silky rabbit. Now he's the Ace. All In A Day's Work I've never died before. Oh… that is terrifying. It sounds terrible. It's really not that bad. Why are you not writing this down? I just need a moment… It's really not that bad… I die all the time. Look, I told you, stay away from that guy. Who, what—Dillon Francis? I'm telling you, there's something wrong with him. I'm pretty sure he's like—indifferent— “Indifferent” haha. Sure. Okay. I think he's getting engaged or something DILLON FRANCIS RAGE KILLS EVERYTHING. What the fuck are you doing. He has a tendency to get jealous, sometimes, I guess [DILLON FRANCIS IS A DESTRUCTIVE HUMAN BEING (with excessively jealous tendencies)] #GHOSTEDDDD This guy?! SERIOUSLY?! I mean, he's kinda cute, isn't he? Is he?! Almost, cuter than you, I think, probably. UAAAGGGGGGHHHHH. [HEART destroys an entire TELEVISION] what the FUCK, DILLON FRANCIS— That's was a RELIC. It was a vintage television set RELIC IS LIKE A SYNONYM FOR THOSE KINDS OF THINGS. SHUT UP, ACTUALLY. Okay so like HEART and GHOST are twin flames— Who whose this dude, then?! He's just my MUSE, rn, okay?! OK?! oh look, cool, he does music too. ahahaha Do something funny, I guess. Hey Hazel. Do a backflip. Okay, daddy! Oh wow, that's— WHATTHEFUK —that's from my other series. That's neat, He's cool, I think. I'm gonna keep writing this. WHAT ABOUT ME. What about you?! How's your girlfriend, actually? MY FAKE GIRLFRIEND, YOU MEAN. What: Oh. What's she reading! I can't see Robert Greene Laws of Seduction Okay. So. Here's what you do. You have to get her to think THIS IS MY GIRLFRIEND. HER EYES ARE BLUE, SHES REALLY PRETTY. Ok. Ouch. She's—she's perfect actually. *sniffles* Ok. —oh, by the way, are you still like, into Sonny or anything THE MEXICAN SKRILLEX *satanizing* No, actually, I think I was just getting over that whole thing. Okay, well, great: This is my girlfriend *actually crying* She is better than you. At everything. *sobbing* OkAY! I would never date you. Alright… I'm not in “love” with you or anything *inconsolable crying* I wear CARHART EVERYTHING, now, Cause she's like— Caucasian, and everything, so I LOVE EVERYTHING EXCEPT FOR COUNTRY. Thanks, boogie T No problems CHANNEL TRES I AM THE CONTROLLER BOOGIE T I'm subtly racist, So this album artwork indicates That if you're the fucking controller I'm the one holding the controller, Actually controlling everything EDM industry Okay, Let the blacks in, But let them know that there's like A pecking order to these things… Oh look, a pelican [RAVE INDUSTRY BEING OVERTLY RACIST.] Kaleena Zanders See. Who are you, again? If you're the guy holding the controller, I'm the programmer, writing the game You stupid fucking— All of you are fucking idiots, I quit. I'm gonna go kiss ass With the TV people. Well fuck you, okay. NO, FUCK YOU, DILLON FRANCIS. KELLY (LIAM KYLE SULLIVAN) FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUUUUUUUUCK YOUUUUUU KELLY ZIMMERMAN FUUUUUUUUUUUUUU——- I love the clout riding on this shit, Really? You kept his last name? Well, yeah-/ I was just rich before I married that guy “The first wives club” Now I'm famous. BEFORE: DEADMAU5 INCUBUS KELLY SUCCUBUS FIGHT [the festival project, or whatever] DILLON FRANCIS is DESTROYING EVERYTHING in a fit of JEALOUS RAGE. Idk what that dude is about, honestly. CUT TO: Meditating peacefully, relaxed. [a moment of calm and peaceful eloquence before] [a silenced pistol goes off] Headshot. Nice. Okay, get the body. Ahahaha. Fuckin. —Suck my dick. Sai Psy. See you in seven years, then. You're so silly— I'm not going to live seven more years. We'll see about that. You will see. I'll be dead. So I'll be dead. So it is. A summer hiatus, Vacations in Prague, yes Let's pray for the rest of us A sign of the times and a coming of ages Who made you famous again As the rest of us I don't like it As much as I'd like to Keep writing Keep finding the reason to die and you're blinded by kindnesses And I ams I woke up in the 9th dimension, As an infinite friend Familiar with my kitchen JOHN SLATTERY An interesting thing happened this morning. What's that, John? I woke up as John Slattery Just remember what love holds The death of a salesman, rechargeable batteries This walk could take forever in designer jeans Another day in slave hell The controllers controlling And Satan is Sataning Seems like a time to go clubbing It's a simple kind of depression Resting on your head when All you simply wished is the taste of flesh The freedom of skin And the lather of love— Or blood spatter on the pavement Aim for the head If the door's fixed, then we'll break it again Look what greed does I hate lazy days in Manhattan Cause I've never had one What happened on the way to the forum I was starstruck; Five finger death punch Right in the heart I wish I was punctual Right on time for lunch Don't you want to talk to someone more pungent? Don't you got models to robot? Don't you know I never want to hurt you But you know, I'm going to hurt you. You know I'm going to hurt you Now, the review: Sooner or later, I fall over your world Good dudes in drags Good food for thought I'm a dog With the wrong parts You should take Kanye to the mall With a migrants lanyard (The migrants are anarchists! Good one, God) This one goes to. | this one fist, from Which one are you ? I guess we are one in the same It's a famous radio tower Live up to your name Go sell your flower for flour As I stand at the jumping point Eye on Manhattan, The wind beneath my wings Distracting myself from the mansion I haven't The mason jars I ought to buy for bargain The brain and brain cereal I left at the market I used to love Brandy Now I just wish I was something, awesome Now I just wish I was something, awesome Now I just wish I was something, awesome “The Album I Wrote On My Way To The Rock To Return Amazon Purchases No Longer Wanted” That's a really long album title. I didn't imagine I'd write this much Just trying not to imagine this man in his under pants, Or what have you (I'm just a fan) I'm just a dad hunched over in the bathroom Must have been the magic of my backhand, backfired Must have come untied and undone, under the rainbow Must me on my way to Manhattan For some blacklist event. Where I'm from The A List Is a face No name needed “Oh, I know who you are” If I purchased a car today I might get done paying it off By my 81st birthday. Shady. If I had a penny for every mistake I made, I would probably be Nameless. If there was a namesake to lay me into my grave, it would make sense; Yes, let's move the train for a moment With the doors still open. — I'd like to watch what happens. So what happens when the sun comes up On the only body you've ever known And no one wants it What happens with a dude named Starr Punches you over and over again And then no one loves you (That's starstruck, your honor) What happens when granted a pardon for passions And everything happens after is magic What happens when all you want is to go manic To finish the album And just feel good again What happens when the algorithm has Al Gore in it? What happens when the rhythm in blues is just the attraction of random black men and their concubine counterparts? Huh, what happens! What happens, Kanye? What happens, the God? What happens when all that you want is a disgusting assumption of. No on can trust you And nobody loves you Since it was simply a tryst Put this at a distance. Where did my energy disappear to! Where in the fear is my other earring? Fuck. Be somewhere, anywhere else but your office, for the moment. Be anyone but a mother, Anywhere but your apartment— It hurts, the construction. Someone doesn't something Nobody knows nothing about me, But what I put in this caskets (This podcast) Oh hey, I got fuck muscles from fuckin myself now! I feel like I'm gonna die if I don't have sex! For real! Heal, Oh great dragon, HEAL, BITCH. Word. woof for the world Will for the wolf; Rain on the roof. Cobain don't have a God (Or a Gun, if you wanted that one) “Pull me up, God, I'm done under here” He called in I followed the fosters to farrow And got better I got better and bitter much quicker and Never in bed had I been as flexible As to kiss his chest As I kicked my own neck With my left foot. What the fucjing fairyshit is that. There, I fixed it. Fixed what. I don't know what. But I fixed it. I know, huh! So be 110 and flexible Powerlift tectonic plates Do Pilates And make waffles!? Alright, I can do that But only as Jennifer Aniston I'd like to take back that Fallon I bought at the black market He's broken. I like his band tho— The one on the left hand, Over the damaged one. Are you on to that? Says the sayer, Son of Sam So Sai the sage Sets the stage Is that the plan? Never fall for a man, Even over an alter And tied by the hands. All I see in my initials initially is B Minor 16 might be minors, guys But she's creaming to find you At the front lines Life of a superstar DJ At the cross roads Or the turnstiles How do you turn bile into Beguiling Without rifling a few feathers Or looking into the eye of the rifle And dying first Don't you let that tear fall from you onto the M Train. I'm just training for fame And hating you ever day Since we made it Love Get out of my way, Satan I'm staying I'm saying your name sake insanely Please break me Like a chicken leg Or just shake me from this existence Since I don't seem fit for it Anymore than I fit that Givchechy dress you gave that blonde, right? Am I dying! Or just dying inside Fuck coughs If you want him enough to. Use black magic To do that to me, wait till it falls back on you, You gross hag If god hates fags as much as he hates blacks We should fly flags over the haggis I made Alice When she's back from her adventures in wonderland No wonder you're a Monro Crossed over from O'Fallons It's an old warfare with two clans From the old countries With no borders Or border collies Laboradores And labirites, likely As Aphrodite is to smite me So here comes DJ Francis With his new black girlfriend Just kidding We all know in his world It's cold and broken With nothing but blue eyes And big wild to look over you Bro, standing up is not going to make this train go anywhere. I almost promise you. Turns out there's no such thing as a quick trip to the rock. Turns out you'll sit stuck in your own sick God as my witness For screenshotting those ass pictures —that's somebody's kids, dick. tick tok has no limits. VO Of course, The day and time I should have to go to Rockerfeller Plaza quickly, quietly and unseen, the train is magically destined not to move. I've been sitting here at least a half hour, with no end in sight— The doors close and the train begins moving. Hahaha Fucking hilarious, God. I've been avoiding The Rock like the plague— Not that I think anything would happen at all upon arrival— who am I, anyway? Nobody important. There she goes. Still, I've written enough about it, and the people inside and around it, That the place makes me nervous. More nervous than ever, that is, actually— I always felt weird in the place. [flashbacks] When I first got to New York, I would end up there on accident. Completely by accident. Lost. Faulty navigation. Hackers: Whatever. I always just— By complete fucking accident Ended up at Rockerfeller Plaza The city slips over us, as the train sinks back underground — I'm facing the city now, As not to be reminded of my abuser's toxic words and toxic hands, By dirty white Nikes and Jansport backpacks Still, etched into the subway walls Are two stars, which remind me to repeat the mantra: Starr Michael Roberts is a pedophile wifebeater Less of a manta than the truest words ever spoken, But that's all the shape of a five point star means to me now or will ever mean to me And to think, The American flag has 50 of the 50 wife beating pedophile men On a red white and blue flag That waves just to remind me I was born a fat ugly noack woman To be a slave And there's no one to save us I want to senselessly beat the man in the dirty white Nikes and Jansport backpack Just like I was beaten senselessly by the man called Starr, The devil in disguise as my first love Still trying to chase my soul from its dream Back into his nightmarish under realms of unhygienic hatred, vomit stained rugs And poss stained couches, Phlegm on the walls and Nothing on but Diablo And old episodes of the sopranos. —but I still love the sopranos; And I still love my one and only Good thing that ever happened From an awful marriage That buried me wonder what's on this side of the train to write Maybe nothing Nothing I like, anyway Some guy that just thinks imm some ugly black bitch Of course All the white rich dudes Are horrible I miss the poor surfers Blowing blunts and wishing they was with blondes, With me tucked under their arms I need a tummy tuck to find love Goddamn, Imm miserable just sitting here At least I get a glance at her The tattooed God With the pink hair Where's Wanda Sai the Saige Don't say ahit Unless its music Sai the Saige says Turn the page For more sermons Sai the Saige sings her words carefully Write forwards for whole books in four words Four worlds down, Now four more. That's a world tour. Lil biiiiiiitzzz Bro, I might never have sex again. There's a new STD on the loose And patient zero is a white man from New York in his 30's FUCKING GROSS. Where's wanda Where's Waldo Ah FUCK I got your wallet WHATS WRONG WITH YOU. SOMETHING which one are you?! Nothing, nobody. Sunni?! I'm not Sonny, you're Sonny. I'm not— Don't say it Whatever Where is it? Where's what? The rock You're on the rock! I that's not — Stop it what I meant! Which one are you— Who are you 8mm I'm the cosmic— Whatever the fuck. Gimmie the rock Get off of me I think too much I think I have a disease I think too much But I don't think much of me It's just as much as I want A three musketeers bar, That's far fetched For a vegan With 12 dollars in the budget For the rest of the month Goddamn. One down 20 to go Call someone To take your husband Home I'm drunk m I'm stuck in this thought At the bottom of the rock Damn. 8 always get lost here Not today though, I hope Follow the smell of coffe tbigg us h the open doors This the stairs up a couple stores. Muscle memory l Wait. Are there stairs to the top of the rock? I would walk them Shazam, what's this lame ass fucking song? Ugh, at least I have muscle memory. OUCH, COME ON. OUCH. Come with me. Ugh. I have so fuck to do. Okay, now what do I do? Just jump! That seems like a bad idea. It's the only idea you've got. That's not even my idea! —but it's the only idea you've got! OKAY, I've got an idea! What's it? Wtf, I've never even seen this many people here. What is this, a field trip. GODDAMIT JUST JMP. i can't, I'm scared! Okay. Then I'll push you. M No don't *push* helicopter: fluh-fluh-fluh- THERE HE IS— WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! AGHHHHHHHH. GISNT BIRD OF PREHy- SNATCH. GODDAMN Turn sim down Okay, how much. Just a little How's that That's better. Okay. Look, I am not interested in you. I get that, Jimmy Fallon. I am just doing my job, okay. I get it, Jim. Okay?! Do you understand. I understand. Okay? Okay. Okay. So what is your job, exactly? I keep my mouth shut, Hands fisted misdirected, But staying on track Thank god they put this shit here Hands in my pocket equals words h documented I can't help but to admit I almost want even writing before this Now fast forward Every time I'm under this, it feels like I'm already in my own show or something Of course, I used to love a good revolving door Shit I used to love at all Man! I hate the rock! Why. Cause fuck Jimmy Fallon, that's why! why?! CAUSE. Look, the you from the other dimension should be coming around that corner any minute. Okay, for what. To use the restroom. Make sure she They: What. Me is a “they” Whatever. I love the rush of death telling me to jump as the oncoming train approaches from behind me I could be blinded by the light. Look, 6'3 God knows what I need And that makes history Make sure when you when she goes into the bathroom, find Fallon and give him the— I know what to do. Alright, YO. NO. LEAVE ME ALONE. I'm married with a family! I don't find you attractive! At all! I know that, asshole! I only want you for your fame and money! Wait, really? No, you handsome basta'd! Goddammit… Goddammit! Sunni!? I knew that was you! It is me—but the other me is somewhere, so take this—quickly back to the 4th dimension—- This is the fourth dimension! Wait, it is?! YES. What dimension did you think it was The 8th! The 8th?! THAT EXISTS?! yeah!!! Where the fuck are you from?! The third, I thought! Thank god, here's this fucking train. Well, fuck off, then! I gotta go find the 8th dimensional Jimmy Fallon! What! For what?! That's priveleged information Ascended extraterrestrials only, broh! Woah, woah, woah, don't “bro” me. I said “broh” What?! That's what I said— No, you said— Whatever. “Broh”,— —now you said it— —I'm coming with you— Don't be homo. —but, you're a woman, I thought. That's what's you think. That's what the tabloids said… You wanna know what the tabloids said about you? In which dimension? Right?! Now shut up. Come on. [they move quickly towards the— Towards the where? I don't know. I've only ever been at the bottom of the rock: I don't get it. If the antenna is on the top, Then why did my vibe go. GLUH. Sorry: No , that's a lot; what is that: —you really think imm handsome? I think you're an asshole. I hate writing at the rock (Launching to onesel.) You look ridiculous. At least i can just write it off to “Mental Health Problems” MEANWHILE Check it out. The devil is following me. What. Wanna see. What the FUCK is that? He wants my soul. WOAH. Yeah, cool, right. No! Yeah it is… What the hell happened I aucked him off once: You what. Calm down. I didn't know it was the devil. Holy! It's was un Unholy See. Damn Satan,!697 are fucking gross. Yeah. Nice tattoos though. I thought you'd like this. I do. Who's your body? Some drunk. The alcoholics are so easy. What about my soul. What about your soul, dude? Why doesn't he want my soul? He already has your soul. What?! I never sold my soled my soul. That's what you think. Oh, I get it comcast owns Jimmy Fallon. Actually, Nancy Drew does, or whatever. What's her name Nancy! HUH- what!! DREW BARRYMORE. GET IN HERE!!!! woah. Okay. I gotta get back to the 90's. Why! I left my DREW BARRYMORE GODDAMIT. Sorry, JUST GET OUT. She is cute, though. She's so fucking cute. Hey, What. Put me on your hit list, For what. Cause. No way, dude. So it's this Nancy Drew Character Uh huh. Then Comcast Correct. Then NBC/Universal. uh-huh Then Lorne Michaels— Wait Correct. Fuck man. So you mean the portion of Jimmy Fallon I won in that game of 8 dimensional poker is pretty much nothin. It's pretty much— Worthless. Not worthless. What are you saying— I'm saying— I'm not a real woman I just saw a real woman With a long skirt And a body worthy of love Beautiful hair And face like porcelain Nothing upon the sleeves strewn in ink Petite I could never be a real woman Actually, you know what. I could have worn anything But I'm not showing up for anything at Rockerfeller Plaza dressed like my inner cunslut YOUR “INNER” CUMSLUT THAT WSS AWESOME I know, God. *belches juicy semen, slurps* You're—a fucking awful person, though, just awful. I know. Just—disgusting. Yeah, but— —that was the best blowjob I ever had Yep. *burps—slurps* ufgh. —and you swallowed all of it. I don't know how! Both: That's was so much! Haha yeah: Jinx! You owe me a blowjob. Okay! You're fucking gross. Yeah. Oh wow. That went deep. I mean, not really “deep” it went aural. *oral* I swear to god if you publish this POSTED DAMN. that dude is good looking. Why is he dating someone that looks like a mouseS Maybe he's into mouce face I guess. I'm into mouse face. [deadmau5] Be nice. Hey! What: what do you want That guys an asshole! Duh! Okay. I love white people But they're weird sometimes I was lookin at this dude on the train Like real hard, And I swear to God, I couldn't tell if that was his girl Or his twin sister I was like What I the fuck am I lookin at Idk but I like it It's almost refreshing to see sliders that aren't made of plastic or whatever awful material OH. CONAN O BRIEN YEAH. But mad young. That's— LUCIFER! Hahahaha what GET BACK HERE. DAMN. That's one good looking kid. Dammit dammit dammit A bunch of handsome white dudes I want nothing to do with It's true I do like the fame The power The respect The money, I could give or take Or make my own Just so you'll date me The power, I like The respect and the fame So your name came and went with the hour l And the sunset I might take walk in the rain Because my body is ugly And I just want to be loved A husband Two dogs And pushing a stroller Of course, there's the part that just wants to have fun Get fucked up Love someone I trust enough To rub against Without a rubber Against the grain Our heads together He grabs the back of my neck And I just can't handle it Fuck. I love mad men— and I love men when they're mad Especially Fallon That's somebody's dad in the bathtub, yeah mate Somebody back at the opera Probably phantoms There you go You've got you a girl So grab her hand And hold onto her Don't let her know If yo love or fuck someone else Just for the fun of it Don't break her head and her heart at the same time She might not come back from it Like I never did I never came back I was punched in the face maybe 5 Or like 6 times Before I got up, became Skrillex, went for a a run with the dogs And then did it again Never was god, though I got a lot of problems I love the waterfront But no one loves me I'm left in the lobby a lot Like Mikey, in that one song I guess I'm destiny Or perhaps I'm your density Once upon a time, I walked here Once a upon a time, I worked here, Shout out to number six. This one is sung for you This verse undoes the hex. Remind me to get your mom hallmark cart, someone uttered I fucking love her Remember to stop at the shopping carts before you long walk home Almost hoping you're soaked in the strange acid rai. So hard You forget what your name is I spent a whole plot of a film Just trying to be famous Luckily, I think The Tonight Show stops taping in the summer, So with any luck, The real Jimmy Fallon is somewhere in Greece or some shit Rich assholes and their summer vacations— I'm guessing, But still unwavering in the back of my mind somewhere That no matter what, Whenever I'm at 30 Rock, I'm being watched. The entire cast of 30 rock is watching the legends saga in 3D, along with some of the keynote cast of Saturday night live— Don't be selfish I'm not. I don't know what else I used to watched that's owned by this media conglomerate ahem. SLASH/Universal. Oh, so we are doing this back to the future revamp depends, are you gonna keep being fat, Or be spry, like Marty McFly And just for the fuck of it, You're the new Hanson in the new 21 Jumpstreet Movie SUNNI BLU Aight, SUPA Dammit. TINA FEY Do you smell donuts. LIZ LEMON no, it's cookies Follow the smell of the cookies. I get it. I got it. Try to remain unseen! LOOK AT ME. I'M AT THE BASE OF A GIANT PE— COCK. LUTZ When's the action?! Notes: Chocolate man makes everything chocolate Okay. That's stupid. Chocolate! Chocolate! Uhhh—- What are you doing here?!? I work here…what are you doing here? I have tenure. *purses lips* [tina tries to hide the entire cast Reunion of late 90s/early 2000's SNL cast members behind her (Nervously) tah—uh; I thought you were on vacation. I redacted it. What does that mean? I know what it means. Mm. What does that mean. I read the comics. I have something to tell you. Okay, what. It can't be over the phone. Okay. Where the firefighters is? 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02. Annie was not that smart || Annie had half a heart Annie, poor Annie Was full of hot air, Yes Annie was just a fart Annie was bad at cards, But Annie could drive a car Annie poor Annie Just ran out of gas, Poor Annie— That's just the start! Annie goes out to bar; Annie's so good at darts Annie poor Annie She acts like a man, But Annie is not from mars. Annie was drunk that night Me and Annie just got in a fight Annie, poor Annie— She just couldn't dance No, Annie just wasn't right || I'm so sick I'm so tired Of all Of these services Asking For money It's donuts, you know And I don't eat sugar I'm sick of my curves— They're so perfect, But her, she has none And you love her And you're what I want So Fuck this I'm a disaster I'll be here after the show For a while But don't talk to me! I'm just a broken Soul A guitarist Who knows only Words At the surface I'd rather be her (I just want to go home with you; If I take my clothes off, You'll probably throw up, though) I just want to go home You know Kingdom come Or whatever you call it When you're just Done I got blood under my fingernails If I cut myself, It starts pouring rain I got blood under my eyes, But if I Now I know too well, The well of tears on my guitar She's got a body like one Oh her curves But I just wonder what it like to be loved By stars Socialites and superstars They're Gods, you know How high up they are Above us And he lives in an ascended dimension, But he insists, he says Her transcendence is upon us He said Your transcendence is upon us He says these things, And then just vanishes So she gets up promptly Warms up yesterday's coffee Looks around in her coffin And wonders What for I just Wonder what it's like to be loved by stars Without double r's, you know I've got scars But it's mostly just Teardrops, and soft kisses On my guitar Cause, oh, Oli, I ain't got nobody— And nobody holds me Like I hold Oli (Could have been Ali, But of course— I had already lost that one A whole well of tears, I lost At his departure And a whole well more When I actually lost him I almost miss Having someone to talk to About anything and everything But I've got Oli And God now I've got Oli And Oli (oli) Is all that I've got Besides God That's the only contact In my Phone book No more double Ls And double entendres; No more double rs At all Just scars now No more metaphors. Honest is radical I like them cynical I should have clinical insanity by now But I'm only just an artist You can't help But can only harm that And if it hurts hard enough I'll put art on my walls Become permanent Storybooks all over my arms now My coat of arms now I've run Ten point 5 miles In the last 3 days; But if I rest today Will a motorcycle gang Have a parade outside of my window, To drive me crazy? I hope it rains, So they can't play these games with my head And the seeds that I planted So deep become daisies I still don't remember The way he rearranged me But these days I make my name sound So the way He can never say it Just imitates The way I hate myself I should be dating But expressions are Atrocious If I fall asleep— Who knows I may get Stolen That tends to happen So I'm All the way up And I'm swollen in ways That I hate to say “I love you” Love me back Or say it harder That's my martyrdom Come off the cross, for a moment, Would you for us? And bend over Or bow, if you will? If I did, Would you still call me wicked Or just a Good witch Since I'm a woman, I just couldn't be Jesus, Who you asked for once And always Who you asked for some To save you from your Credit reports And consorts Or some sort of Nonsense [famous last words] God don't speak much English, She says God don't speak much these days We were Always Telepathic That was way back then When Oedipus Rex Was on the Guest list I was standing at the coat check, asking Why I must take off my hat When entering the service To the bouncer, he says “That's just politics” I said, That's just politics We both said, What's the difference Then we all laughed —then we all just laughed and laughed Exchange is my favorite exchange Where my favorite exchanges Have happened for centuries Of engagements Endeared species, And races pieces haven't tasted the same Since I haven't had them Animal products And animal planet I found this hat on Discovery channel Did you want it? I can't stand it So I had to have it back I just had to use the bathroom I just had to disconnect From [] See— I don't even have to put the words in Cause a name is just words When that's a man You just can't have And that's the worse When that's a man And you can't have him What a habit. Silky rabbit. Now he's the Ace. All In A Day's Work I've never died before. Oh… that is terrifying. It sounds terrible. It's really not that bad. Why are you not writing this down? I just need a moment… It's really not that bad… I die all the time. Look, I told you, stay away from that guy. Who, what—Dillon Francis? I'm telling you, there's something wrong with him. I'm pretty sure he's like—indifferent— “Indifferent” haha. Sure. Okay. I think he's getting engaged or something DILLON FRANCIS RAGE KILLS EVERYTHING. What the fuck are you doing. He has a tendency to get jealous, sometimes, I guess [DILLON FRANCIS IS A DESTRUCTIVE HUMAN BEING (with excessively jealous tendencies)] #GHOSTEDDDD This guy?! SERIOUSLY?! I mean, he's kinda cute, isn't he? Is he?! Almost, cuter than you, I think, probably. UAAAGGGGGGHHHHH. [HEART destroys an entire TELEVISION] what the FUCK, DILLON FRANCIS— That's was a RELIC. It was a vintage television set RELIC IS LIKE A SYNONYM FOR THOSE KINDS OF THINGS. SHUT UP, ACTUALLY. Okay so like HEART and GHOST are twin flames— Who whose this dude, then?! He's just my MUSE, rn, okay?! OK?! oh look, cool, he does music too. ahahaha Do something funny, I guess. Hey Hazel. Do a backflip. Okay, daddy! Oh wow, that's— WHATTHEFUK —that's from my other series. That's neat, He's cool, I think. I'm gonna keep writing this. WHAT ABOUT ME. What about you?! How's your girlfriend, actually? MY FAKE GIRLFRIEND, YOU MEAN. What: Oh. What's she reading! I can't see Robert Greene Laws of Seduction Okay. So. Here's what you do. You have to get her to think THIS IS MY GIRLFRIEND. HER EYES ARE BLUE, SHES REALLY PRETTY. Ok. Ouch. She's—she's perfect actually. *sniffles* Ok. —oh, by the way, are you still like, into Sonny or anything THE MEXICAN SKRILLEX *satanizing* No, actually, I think I was just getting over that whole thing. Okay, well, great: This is my girlfriend *actually crying* She is better than you. At everything. *sobbing* OkAY! I would never date you. Alright… I'm not in “love” with you or anything *inconsolable crying* I wear CARHART EVERYTHING, now, Cause she's like— Caucasian, and everything, so I LOVE EVERYTHING EXCEPT FOR COUNTRY. Thanks, boogie T No problems CHANNEL TRES I AM THE CONTROLLER BOOGIE T I'm subtly racist, So this album artwork indicates That if you're the fucking controller I'm the one holding the controller, Actually controlling everything EDM industry Okay, Let the blacks in, But let them know that there's like A pecking order to these things… Oh look, a pelican [RAVE INDUSTRY BEING OVERTLY RACIST.] Kaleena Zanders See. Who are you, again? If you're the guy holding the controller, I'm the programmer, writing the game You stupid fucking— All of you are fucking idiots, I quit. I'm gonna go kiss ass With the TV people. Well fuck you, okay. NO, FUCK YOU, DILLON FRANCIS. KELLY (LIAM KYLE SULLIVAN) FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUUUUUUUUCK YOUUUUUU KELLY ZIMMERMAN FUUUUUUUUUUUUUU——- I love the clout riding on this shit, Really? You kept his last name? Well, yeah-/ I was just rich before I married that guy “The first wives club” Now I'm famous. BEFORE: DEADMAU5 INCUBUS KELLY SUCCUBUS FIGHT [the festival project, or whatever] DILLON FRANCIS is DESTROYING EVERYTHING in a fit of JEALOUS RAGE. Idk what that dude is about, honestly. CUT TO: Meditating peacefully, relaxed. [a moment of calm and peaceful eloquence before] [a silenced pistol goes off] Headshot. Nice. Okay, get the body. Ahahaha. Fuckin. —Suck my dick. Sai Psy. See you in seven years, then. You're so silly— I'm not going to live seven more years. We'll see about that. You will see. I'll be dead. So I'll be dead. So it is. A summer hiatus, Vacations in Prague, yes Let's pray for the rest of us A sign of the times and a coming of ages Who made you famous again As the rest of us I don't like it As much as I'd like to Keep writing Keep finding the reason to die and you're blinded by kindnesses And I ams I woke up in the 9th dimension, As an infinite friend Familiar with my kitchen JOHN SLATTERY An interesting thing happened this morning. What's that, John? I woke up as John Slattery Just remember what love holds The death of a salesman, rechargeable batteries This walk could take forever in designer jeans Another day in slave hell The controllers controlling And Satan is Sataning Seems like a time to go clubbing It's a simple kind of depression Resting on your head when All you simply wished is the taste of flesh The freedom of skin And the lather of love— Or blood spatter on the pavement Aim for the head If the door's fixed, then we'll break it again Look what greed does I hate lazy days in Manhattan Cause I've never had one What happened on the way to the forum I was starstruck; Five finger death punch Right in the heart I wish I was punctual Right on time for lunch Don't you want to talk to someone more pungent? Don't you got models to robot? Don't you know I never want to hurt you But you know, I'm going to hurt you. You know I'm going to hurt you Now, the review: Sooner or later, I fall over your world Good dudes in drags Good food for thought I'm a dog With the wrong parts You should take Kanye to the mall With a migrants lanyard (The migrants are anarchists! Good one, God) This one goes to. | this one fist, from Which one are you ? I guess we are one in the same It's a famous radio tower Live up to your name Go sell your flower for flour As I stand at the jumping point Eye on Manhattan, The wind beneath my wings Distracting myself from the mansion I haven't The mason jars I ought to buy for bargain The brain and brain cereal I left at the market I used to love Brandy Now I just wish I was something, awesome Now I just wish I was something, awesome Now I just wish I was something, awesome “The Album I Wrote On My Way To The Rock To Return Amazon Purchases No Longer Wanted” That's a really long album title. I didn't imagine I'd write this much Just trying not to imagine this man in his under pants, Or what have you (I'm just a fan) I'm just a dad hunched over in the bathroom Must have been the magic of my backhand, backfired Must have come untied and undone, under the rainbow Must me on my way to Manhattan For some blacklist event. Where I'm from The A List Is a face No name needed “Oh, I know who you are” If I purchased a car today I might get done paying it off By my 81st birthday. Shady. If I had a penny for every mistake I made, I would probably be Nameless. If there was a namesake to lay me into my grave, it would make sense; Yes, let's move the train for a moment With the doors still open. — I'd like to watch what happens. So what happens when the sun comes up On the only body you've ever known And no one wants it What happens with a dude named Starr Punches you over and over again And then no one loves you (That's starstruck, your honor) What happens when granted a pardon for passions And everything happens after is magic What happens when all you want is to go manic To finish the album And just feel good again What happens when the algorithm has Al Gore in it? What happens when the rhythm in blues is just the attraction of random black men and their concubine counterparts? Huh, what happens! What happens, Kanye? What happens, the God? What happens when all that you want is a disgusting assumption of. No on can trust you And nobody loves you Since it was simply a tryst Put this at a distance. Where did my energy disappear to! Where in the fear is my other earring? Fuck. Be somewhere, anywhere else but your office, for the moment. Be anyone but a mother, Anywhere but your apartment— It hurts, the construction. Someone doesn't something Nobody knows nothing about me, But what I put in this caskets (This podcast) Oh hey, I got fuck muscles from fuckin myself now! I feel like I'm gonna die if I don't have sex! For real! Heal, Oh great dragon, HEAL, BITCH. Word. woof for the world Will for the wolf; Rain on the roof. Cobain don't have a God (Or a Gun, if you wanted that one) “Pull me up, God, I'm done under here” He called in I followed the fosters to farrow And got better I got better and bitter much quicker and Never in bed had I been as flexible As to kiss his chest As I kicked my own neck With my left foot. What the fucjing fairyshit is that. There, I fixed it. Fixed what. I don't know what. But I fixed it. I know, huh! So be 110 and flexible Powerlift tectonic plates Do Pilates And make waffles!? Alright, I can do that But only as Jennifer Aniston I'd like to take back that Fallon I bought at the black market He's broken. I like his band tho— The one on the left hand, Over the damaged one. Are you on to that? Says the sayer, Son of Sam So Sai the sage Sets the stage Is that the plan? Never fall for a man, Even over an alter And tied by the hands. All I see in my initials initially is B Minor 16 might be minors, guys But she's creaming to find you At the front lines Life of a superstar DJ At the cross roads Or the turnstiles How do you turn bile into Beguiling Without rifling a few feathers Or looking into the eye of the rifle And dying first Don't you let that tear fall from you onto the M Train. I'm just training for fame And hating you ever day Since we made it Love Get out of my way, Satan I'm staying I'm saying your name sake insanely Please break me Like a chicken leg Or just shake me from this existence Since I don't seem fit for it Anymore than I fit that Givchechy dress you gave that blonde, right? Am I dying! Or just dying inside Fuck coughs If you want him enough to. Use black magic To do that to me, wait till it falls back on you, You gross hag If god hates fags as much as he hates blacks We should fly flags over the haggis I made Alice When she's back from her adventures in wonderland No wonder you're a Monro Crossed over from O'Fallons It's an old warfare with two clans From the old countries With no borders Or border collies Laboradores And labirites, likely As Aphrodite is to smite me So here comes DJ Francis With his new black girlfriend Just kidding We all know in his world It's cold and broken With nothing but blue eyes And big wild to look over you Bro, standing up is not going to make this train go anywhere. I almost promise you. Turns out there's no such thing as a quick trip to the rock. Turns out you'll sit stuck in your own sick God as my witness For screenshotting those ass pictures —that's somebody's kids, dick. tick tok has no limits. VO Of course, The day and time I should have to go to Rockerfeller Plaza quickly, quietly and unseen, the train is magically destined not to move. I've been sitting here at least a half hour, with no end in sight— The doors close and the train begins moving. Hahaha Fucking hilarious, God. I've been avoiding The Rock like the plague— Not that I think anything would happen at all upon arrival— who am I, anyway? Nobody important. There she goes. Still, I've written enough about it, and the people inside and around it, That the place makes me nervous. More nervous than ever, that is, actually— I always felt weird in the place. [flashbacks] When I first got to New York, I would end up there on accident. Completely by accident. Lost. Faulty navigation. Hackers: Whatever. I always just— By complete fucking accident Ended up at Rockerfeller Plaza The city slips over us, as the train sinks back underground — I'm facing the city now, As not to be reminded of my abuser's toxic words and toxic hands, By dirty white Nikes and Jansport backpacks Still, etched into the subway walls Are two stars, which remind me to repeat the mantra: Starr Michael Roberts is a pedophile wifebeater Less of a manta than the truest words ever spoken, But that's all the shape of a five point star means to me now or will ever mean to me And to think, The American flag has 50 of the 50 wife beating pedophile men On a red white and blue flag That waves just to remind me I was born a fat ugly noack woman To be a slave And there's no one to save us I want to senselessly beat the man in the dirty white Nikes and Jansport backpack Just like I was beaten senselessly by the man called Starr, The devil in disguise as my first love Still trying to chase my soul from its dream Back into his nightmarish under realms of unhygienic hatred, vomit stained rugs And poss stained couches, Phlegm on the walls and Nothing on but Diablo And old episodes of the sopranos. —but I still love the sopranos; And I still love my one and only Good thing that ever happened From an awful marriage That buried me wonder what's on this side of the train to write Maybe nothing Nothing I like, anyway Some guy that just thinks imm some ugly black bitch Of course All the white rich dudes Are horrible I miss the poor surfers Blowing blunts and wishing they was with blondes, With me tucked under their arms I need a tummy tuck to find love Goddamn, Imm miserable just sitting here At least I get a glance at her The tattooed God With the pink hair Where's Wanda Sai the Saige Don't say ahit Unless its music Sai the Saige says Turn the page For more sermons Sai the Saige sings her words carefully Write forwards for whole books in four words Four worlds down, Now four more. That's a world tour. Lil biiiiiiitzzz Bro, I might never have sex again. There's a new STD on the loose And patient zero is a white man from New York in his 30's FUCKING GROSS. Where's wanda Where's Waldo Ah FUCK I got your wallet WHATS WRONG WITH YOU. SOMETHING which one are you?! Nothing, nobody. Sunni?! I'm not Sonny, you're Sonny. I'm not— Don't say it Whatever Where is it? Where's what? The rock You're on the rock! I that's not — Stop it what I meant! Which one are you— Who are you 8mm I'm the cosmic— Whatever the fuck. Gimmie the rock Get off of me I think too much I think I have a disease I think too much But I don't think much of me It's just as much as I want A three musketeers bar, That's far fetched For a vegan With 12 dollars in the budget For the rest of the month Goddamn. One down 20 to go Call someone To take your husband Home I'm drunk m I'm stuck in this thought At the bottom of the rock Damn. 8 always get lost here Not today though, I hope Follow the smell of coffe tbigg us h the open doors This the stairs up a couple stores. Muscle memory l Wait. Are there stairs to the top of the rock? I would walk them Shazam, what's this lame ass fucking song? Ugh, at least I have muscle memory. OUCH, COME ON. OUCH. Come with me. Ugh. I have so fuck to do. Okay, now what do I do? Just jump! That seems like a bad idea. It's the only idea you've got. That's not even my idea! —but it's the only idea you've got! OKAY, I've got an idea! What's it? Wtf, I've never even seen this many people here. What is this, a field trip. GODDAMIT JUST JMP. i can't, I'm scared! Okay. Then I'll push you. M No don't *push* helicopter: fluh-fluh-fluh- THERE HE IS— WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! AGHHHHHHHH. GISNT BIRD OF PREHy- SNATCH. GODDAMN Turn sim down Okay, how much. Just a little How's that That's better. Okay. Look, I am not interested in you. I get that, Jimmy Fallon. I am just doing my job, okay. I get it, Jim. Okay?! Do you understand. I understand. Okay? Okay. Okay. So what is your job, exactly? I keep my mouth shut, Hands fisted misdirected, But staying on track Thank god they put this shit here Hands in my pocket equals words h documented I can't help but to admit I almost want even writing before this Now fast forward Every time I'm under this, it feels like I'm already in my own show or something Of course, I used to love a good revolving door Shit I used to love at all Man! I hate the rock! Why. Cause fuck Jimmy Fallon, that's why! why?! CAUSE. Look, the you from the other dimension should be coming around that corner any minute. Okay, for what. To use the restroom. Make sure she They: What. Me is a “they” Whatever. I love the rush of death telling me to jump as the oncoming train approaches from behind me I could be blinded by the light. Look, 6'3 God knows what I need And that makes history Make sure when you when she goes into the bathroom, find Fallon and give him the— I know what to do. Alright, YO. NO. LEAVE ME ALONE. I'm married with a family! I don't find you attractive! At all! I know that, asshole! I only want you for your fame and money! Wait, really? No, you handsome basta'd! Goddammit… Goddammit! Sunni!? I knew that was you! It is me—but the other me is somewhere, so take this—quickly back to the 4th dimension—- This is the fourth dimension! Wait, it is?! YES. What dimension did you think it was The 8th! The 8th?! THAT EXISTS?! yeah!!! Where the fuck are you from?! The third, I thought! Thank god, here's this fucking train. Well, fuck off, then! I gotta go find the 8th dimensional Jimmy Fallon! What! For what?! That's priveleged information Ascended extraterrestrials only, broh! Woah, woah, woah, don't “bro” me. I said “broh” What?! That's what I said— No, you said— Whatever. “Broh”,— —now you said it— —I'm coming with you— Don't be homo. —but, you're a woman, I thought. That's what's you think. That's what the tabloids said… You wanna know what the tabloids said about you? In which dimension? Right?! Now shut up. Come on. [they move quickly towards the— Towards the where? I don't know. I've only ever been at the bottom of the rock: I don't get it. If the antenna is on the top, Then why did my vibe go. GLUH. Sorry: No , that's a lot; what is that: —you really think imm handsome? I think you're an asshole. I hate writing at the rock (Launching to onesel.) You look ridiculous. At least i can just write it off to “Mental Health Problems” MEANWHILE Check it out. The devil is following me. What. Wanna see. What the FUCK is that? He wants my soul. WOAH. Yeah, cool, right. No! Yeah it is… What the hell happened I aucked him off once: You what. Calm down. I didn't know it was the devil. Holy! It's was un Unholy See. Damn Satan,!697 are fucking gross. Yeah. Nice tattoos though. I thought you'd like this. I do. Who's your body? Some drunk. The alcoholics are so easy. What about my soul. What about your soul, dude? Why doesn't he want my soul? He already has your soul. What?! I never sold my soled my soul. That's what you think. Oh, I get it comcast owns Jimmy Fallon. Actually, Nancy Drew does, or whatever. What's her name Nancy! HUH- what!! DREW BARRYMORE. GET IN HERE!!!! woah. Okay. I gotta get back to the 90's. Why! I left my DREW BARRYMORE GODDAMIT. Sorry, JUST GET OUT. She is cute, though. She's so fucking cute. Hey, What. Put me on your hit list, For what. Cause. No way, dude. So it's this Nancy Drew Character Uh huh. Then Comcast Correct. Then NBC/Universal. uh-huh Then Lorne Michaels— Wait Correct. Fuck man. So you mean the portion of Jimmy Fallon I won in that game of 8 dimensional poker is pretty much nothin. It's pretty much— Worthless. Not worthless. What are you saying— I'm saying— I'm not a real woman I just saw a real woman With a long skirt And a body worthy of love Beautiful hair And face like porcelain Nothing upon the sleeves strewn in ink Petite I could never be a real woman Actually, you know what. I could have worn anything But I'm not showing up for anything at Rockerfeller Plaza dressed like my inner cunslut YOUR “INNER” CUMSLUT THAT WSS AWESOME I know, God. *belches juicy semen, slurps* You're—a fucking awful person, though, just awful. I know. Just—disgusting. Yeah, but— —that was the best blowjob I ever had Yep. *burps—slurps* ufgh. —and you swallowed all of it. I don't know how! Both: That's was so much! Haha yeah: Jinx! You owe me a blowjob. Okay! You're fucking gross. Yeah. Oh wow. That went deep. I mean, not really “deep” it went aural. *oral* I swear to god if you publish this POSTED DAMN. that dude is good looking. Why is he dating someone that looks like a mouseS Maybe he's into mouce face I guess. I'm into mouse face. [deadmau5] Be nice. Hey! What: what do you want That guys an asshole! Duh! Okay. I love white people But they're weird sometimes I was lookin at this dude on the train Like real hard, And I swear to God, I couldn't tell if that was his girl Or his twin sister I was like What I the fuck am I lookin at Idk but I like it It's almost refreshing to see sliders that aren't made of plastic or whatever awful material OH. CONAN O BRIEN YEAH. But mad young. That's— LUCIFER! Hahahaha what GET BACK HERE. DAMN. That's one good looking kid. Dammit dammit dammit A bunch of handsome white dudes I want nothing to do with It's true I do like the fame The power The respect The money, I could give or take Or make my own Just so you'll date me The power, I like The respect and the fame So your name came and went with the hour l And the sunset I might take walk in the rain Because my body is ugly And I just want to be loved A husband Two dogs And pushing a stroller Of course, there's the part that just wants to have fun Get fucked up Love someone I trust enough To rub against Without a rubber Against the grain Our heads together He grabs the back of my neck And I just can't handle it Fuck. I love mad men— and I love men when they're mad Especially Fallon That's somebody's dad in the bathtub, yeah mate Somebody back at the opera Probably phantoms There you go You've got you a girl So grab her hand And hold onto her Don't let her know If yo love or fuck someone else Just for the fun of it Don't break her head and her heart at the same time She might not come back from it Like I never did I never came back I was punched in the face maybe 5 Or like 6 times Before I got up, became Skrillex, went for a a run with the dogs And then did it again Never was god, though I got a lot of problems I love the waterfront But no one loves me I'm left in the lobby a lot Like Mikey, in that one song I guess I'm destiny Or perhaps I'm your density Once upon a time, I walked here Once a upon a time, I worked here, Shout out to number six. This one is sung for you This verse undoes the hex. Remind me to get your mom hallmark cart, someone uttered I fucking love her Remember to stop at the shopping carts before you long walk home Almost hoping you're soaked in the strange acid rai. So hard You forget what your name is I spent a whole plot of a film Just trying to be famous Luckily, I think The Tonight Show stops taping in the summer, So with any luck, The real Jimmy Fallon is somewhere in Greece or some shit Rich assholes and their summer vacations— I'm guessing, But still unwavering in the back of my mind somewhere That no matter what, Whenever I'm at 30 Rock, I'm being watched. The entire cast of 30 rock is watching the legends saga in 3D, along with some of the keynote cast of Saturday night live— Don't be selfish I'm not. I don't know what else I used to watched that's owned by this media conglomerate ahem. SLASH/Universal. Oh, so we are doing this back to the future revamp depends, are you gonna keep being fat, Or be spry, like Marty McFly And just for the fuck of it, You're the new Hanson in the new 21 Jumpstreet Movie SUNNI BLU Aight, SUPA Dammit. TINA FEY Do you smell donuts. LIZ LEMON no, it's cookies Follow the smell of the cookies. I get it. I got it. Try to remain unseen! LOOK AT ME. I'M AT THE BASE OF A GIANT PE— COCK. LUTZ When's the action?! Notes: Chocolate man makes everything chocolate Okay. That's stupid. Chocolate! Chocolate! Uhhh—- What are you doing here?!? I work here…what are you doing here? I have tenure. *purses lips* [tina tries to hide the entire cast Reunion of late 90s/early 2000's SNL cast members behind her (Nervously) tah—uh; I thought you were on vacation. I redacted it. What does that mean? I know what it means. Mm. What does that mean. I read the comics. I have something to tell you. Okay, what. It can't be over the phone. Okay. Where the firefighters is? 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Before The Way It Is, Another Day In Paradise, or any of those mid-eighties charity singles, there was Moving Pictures' "What About Me?" We discuss the background of the song and it's remarkable two chart runs. And, unlike the people in the song, we actually see the little people "who make the big people big." So listen to us as we listen to those little people whisper, "What about me?" music video mixtape You can find us on Instagram, Facebook, and our website. You can email us at BandFGuiltFree@gmail.com, too. Feel free to rate and review us wherever you listen! Here is our Spotify playlist featuring every song we've featured. Our theme music is by the incredibly talented Ian McGlynn.

A new MP3 sermon from Liberty Baptist Church is now available on SermonAudio with the following details: Title: What About Me Speaker: Chad Duncheon Broadcaster: Liberty Baptist Church Event: Sunday - PM Date: 4/21/2024 Bible: John 21:18-23; 2 Corinthians 10:12 Length: 33 min.

Mike E Loves Shannon Noll's "What About Me?" Has Someone Hit On You When They Shouldn't Have? Single Guy Tip: Blow Up Your Phone Ruined SurprisesSubscribe on LiSTNR: https://play.listnr.com/podcast/mike-e-and-emmaSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Shannon Noll debuts a brand new version of his classic song, What About Hughesy?Subscribe on LiSTNR: https://play.listnr.com/podcast/hughesy-ed-and-erinSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Gabe and Allison share some medical stories no one wants to hear. A listener isn't sure what to say at her brother's wedding because she hates his fiancé. Scott Shigeoka then joins the chat to share his interest in curiosity and how it shapes our lives and relationships. And finally, what is the What About Me effect and why is it so annoying.Watch clips and the full TLDRI episodes AND listen to the full Wednesday episodes:https://www.patreon.com/justbetweenusThis has been a Gallison ProductionProduced by Melisa D. Monts and Diamond MPrint ProductionsPost-Production by Coco LlorensProduction Assistance by Melanie D. WatsonSupport this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/just-between-us/donationsAdvertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

Subscribe to Mamamia Harry Styles might be balding and Justin Timberlake is definitely dad-dancing. Has ageism finally come for the famous men? Part of Holly thinks it's about damn time. Plus, the ‘What About Me' effect. Why do we expect everything we see on the internet to be perfectly tailored to us and should we just get over ourselves? And, is scheduling a weekend brunch something to look forward to? Or does it disturb the flow of our once-loved slow weekends?  The End Bits:  Listen to our latest episode: Okay Fine. We'll Tell You Our Ghost Stories Read Laura Brodnik's piece: 'Brunch is ruining my entire life, and probably yours too.' Read: The theory behind Harry Styles' new buzz cut. RECOMMENDATION: Mia wants you to check out the 2024 Birds Of A Feather Bookclub  Sign up to the Mamamia Out Loud Newsletter for all our recommendations in one place.  GET IN TOUCH: Feedback? We're listening. Leave us a voicememo or email us at outloud@mamamia.com.au Join our Facebook group Mamamia Outlouders to talk about the show. Follow us on Instagram @mamamiaoutloud CREDITS: Hosts: Holly Wainwright, Mia Freedman & Jessie Stephens Producer: Emeline Gazilas Assistant Production: Tahli Blackman Audio Producer: Leah Porges Mamamia acknowledges the Traditional Owners of the Land we have recorded this podcast on, the Gadigal people of the Eora Nation. We pay our respects to their Elders past and present, and extend that respect to all Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander cultures.Become a Mamamia subscriber: https://www.mamamia.com.au/subscribeSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

In today's episode, we delve deep into the complexities of fostering a truly inclusive workplace. From the pitfalls of prioritising output over quality to the disruptive 'What About Me?' syndrome, we explore how leaders and HR professionals can navigate these challenges. In this episode, we discuss the following:

Pastor Garry Clark is staying with his look at the Israeli situation, and how the “End Times” are connected to all that is happening! In this message he will focus on the entire world's mess, answering the question begging to be answered: What About Me?

Welcome to Group Therapy!! Licensed psychologists Dr. Jessica Rabon, Dr. Justin Puder, Dr. Kristen Casey and licensed therapist Kristen Gingrich LCSW, CADC, CCS are coming together to create a podcast to talk about topics chosen by you, the listeners, in a laid back, relatable way. Kinda like group therapy. From mental health to relationships, hot topics to current events, fun topics and everything in between, including the “what about me” effect, our goal is for your voices to be heard and you to feel like you are part of the group. This is one of our short sessions, so happy to see you twice this week! So settle in, take a seat, and Welcome to Group Therapy! Disclaimer: Welcome to Group Therapy Podcast is not a replacement for therapy, is not actual group therapy, nor will specific therapeutic advice be given on the show. Although we are all licensed therapists, we are not YOUR therapist. It is meant to be for educational and entertainment purposes only. Follow us on social media! Instagram: @welcometogrouptherapypod TikTok: @welcometogrouptherapypod Threads: @welcometogrouptherapypod Submit your podcast topic requests here! Dr. Justin Puder @amoderntherapist Dr. Kristen Casey @drkristencasey Dr. Jessica Rabon @jessicaleighphd Kristen Gingrich LCSW, CADC, CSS @notyouraveragethrpst @Sarahthebookfairy - For original video on What About Me? Effect https://twitter.com/55mmbae/status/1703521133507862801?s=20

NJD: 1. Dog Poo Attack 2. New Uno 3. Ash's Learnings from Buddy's Show 4. New Weight Loss Pill 5. What's The Codeword You Use? 6. Alphabucks 7. The Voice Results 8. Dan Nilsson Interview 9. Eras Tour Movie 10. Ducko Saves a Life! 11. What About Me? Subscribe on LiSTNR: https://play.listnr.com/podcast/nick-jess-and-duckoSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

If you're hearing this episode, congratulations: you survived the alleged rapture that was supposed to happen on September 23, 2023. Which means you're here just in time to be present for the alleged catastrophe that will be caused by the Emergency Broadcast System coming up on October 4.We're breaking down some hot new conspiracies making the rounds on the internet (TikTok). Plus, we discuss the "What About Me?!" epidemic taking society by storm. Also, the 'negative' stance too many people (cough cough Gen Z cough cough) are placing on the concept of healing. Click here to watch Ryan's TikTok takedown of the new age "starseed" who tried to make delusional claims about a comet hitting the sun on September 23. P.S. RATE US 5 STARS PLEASE! IT HELPS SO MUCH! Additional Resources:Clairannoyance InstagramClairannoyance TikTokClairannoyance WebsiteMegan's InstagramMegan's TikTokMegan's WebsiteRyan's InstagramRyan's TikTokRyan's Website

This week's guest is Brandon Scott –– a fabulous drummer, YouTuber and cinematographer. I've been following his channel for YEARS and was really excited to finally get him on the show. Brandon's YouTube channel is an exceptional blend of great playing, education, humor and VFX. In this episode we, of course, discuss the 5 records that helped shape Brandon into the drummer he is today, but we also touch on taking self-inventory of happiness and allowing all your passions to become one big “good life stew”…and where Brandon is at with all of that. Go check out his channel link in the show notes…and enjoy that chat! Alright cheers. Check out Brandon's YouTube Channel HERE SUBMIT YOUR LISTENER PICKS HERE JOE'S BIG FAT FIVE

In the latest Your Radical Truth Podcast episode, host Margaret Mary O'Connor invited Dr. Sharon Tighe-Mooney to discuss her experience with the Catholic Church. The topic was gender inequality within the Church, and Margaret Mary felt privileged to discuss this important issue with Dr. Tighe-Mooney. Dr. Tighe-Mooney's book, "What About Me and the Catholic Church?", left a strong impression on Margaret Mary due to its in-depth research and thought-provoking insights. Margaret Mary believed that featuring Dr. Tighe-Mooney on the show would facilitate an enlightening exploration of gender inequality within the Church and open up a meaningful discussion. Admiring Dr. Tighe-Mooney's capacity to challenge conventional beliefs using scripture, Margaret Mary was excited to unpack this subject further. She expected that the guest's approach would stimulate an engaging discourse and prompt the audience to reassess widespread narratives in the Church.  Dr. Tighe-Mooney did not disappoint. An in-depth conversation ensued, exploring many facets of the Church's history.  Read more at www.yourradicaltruth.com/008-Sharon-Tighe-Mooney

"Creativity has become more about changing how you think about life" - Ali Skylar   Ali Skylar is the co-founder and Content and Digital Director for the boutique online business development company, Capitalize On Your Uniqueness.   For over 15 years Ali and her couplepreneur husband, Jamie Greenberg have been helping purpose and passion-driven emerging and expert entrepreneurs learn how to package, market and monetize their expertise into high-level coaching and training platforms to jumpstart or scale their online business.   Ali is also the founder and personal growth blogger at Sucky To Soulful, where she helps people transform “Ahh Crap!” into a “Wholy Shift!,” has written A musical entitled What About Me? about an older working mom who quits her job to write a musical and puts her family into total disarray, and recently developed V-Air: a healthy line of underwear for women that lets their vagina breathe!   She is the mom to Broadway Bound Lexi Lyric, singer/songwriter/producer Chaz Harper, and their dog Zeus, the true star of the family (yes he can sing too!).   To connect with Ali:  https://suckytosoulful.com/ https://iseekunique.com/   This podcast is all about inspiring , connecting and sharing stories Like, follow and share so we can hear each other and expand the definition of creativity to make it all inclusive! There are a bunch of exciting things going on at I Am Creative & Express Yourself Publishing to check out: https://www.iamcreativephilly.com/ If you have always wanted to write a book or be in one then check this out... You will gain community and expand yourself more than you can imagine!  https://www.iamcreativephilly.com/express-yourself-publishing-house The 2 books we are gathering for are called:  1. Shout It From The Rooftops: Lightbulb Moments That Need To Be Shared 2. I Love You Because/I Love Me Because: An interactive experiential coffee style book Creatively yours,  Hollis

A new online menstrual health resource is being launched today to address the gap in adolescents' knowledge about menstruation and common conditions like endometriosis. More than 27 percent of young women miss school each month due to severe period pain, and more than 70 percent of under 24 year olds have bad periods. Endometriosis affects one in nine women and girls, but most experience lengthy delays, an average of 8.7 years, to get a diagnosis. The online platform called What About Me? has been developed by Deborah Bush, who founded Endometriosis New Zealand. It builds on a menstrual health and endometriosis programme which ran in schools from 1998 to 2019, and was a world first at the time. Deborah Bush is the director of What About Me? and has spent the last two years focused on getting her resource to reach a wider audience, by going online.

We are in  new sermon series, Love Is, Pastor Marlon is teaching from the subject "Love Yourself"  WHAT ABOUT ME? In this message he reminds us that while loving others is important it is also vital that we love ourselves.

The Children of the Sun sue the Pride of Man in Court and Spark up a conversation with Mona on the 59thStreet Bridge. They're talking Vietnam Potluck Blues while singing River Deep Mountain High and Higher and Higher and wondering, What About Me? I need some Fresh Air.

Happy New Year Roomies! We are kicking the year off by sharing our favorite moments from 2022 and our goals for January. We have some fun afterward by discussing how much masterbation is too much, long funerals, assualting police horses, and more. Well wishes for the new year from your favorite podcast hosts.   Featuring XBrodie performing What About Me from his newest album Then I Fell in Love. 

TRACKLIST: 1. How Long 'Til We're Home (feat. Lex Amor) [Josette Joseph Remix] - Ego Ella May [@egoellamay] 2. C'est La Vie - FELIVAND [@felivand] 3. The Real - SiR [@inglewoodsir] 4. Like You Used To - Braxton Cook [@braxton_cook] 5. Transition - Shann Aberdeen [@shannaberdeen] 6. Control - Doja Cat @amalaofficial] 7. Slow Jukin' - Young Steff [@young-steff-official] 8. Put It Down - The-Dream [@the-dream] 9. bag lady - mandhla. [@man_dhla] 10. Pillow Talk - Tiffany Gouché 11. SAILBOAT - QUIN [@thequincat] 12. Always Forever - Bryson Tiller [@brysontiller] 13. Thii - Che Ecru [@cheecru] 14. Do Not Disturb (feat. Chris Brown) - Teyana Taylor [@teyana-taylor-official] 15. Fug It Up - JANE HANDCOCK [@jane-handcock] 16. Thot Thoughts (feat. Sukihana) - Muni Long [@munilong] 17. It's Yours - KYLE [@superduperkylemusic] 18. wanna be down - nolais [@nolais] 19. James Joint - Rihanna [@rihanna] 20. Every Time He Comes Around - Minnie Riperton 21. Envious - SAULT [@saultglobal] 22. What About Me? - Dayo Bello [@dayobello] 23. Every Kind of Way - H.E.R. [@iamhermusic] 24. Chocolate Pomegranate - Ari Lennox [@arilennox] 25. CPR - Marco McKinnis [@marcomckn] 26. NOT TOO DEEP (feat. 6LACK) - India Shawn [@indiashawn] 27. A Night Off - Drake 28. Create Beauty - Jesse Boykins III [@jesseboykinsiii] 29. Memorize Feelings - Liza [@liza_waz] 30. Wanna See You High - Shaqdi [@shaqdi] 31. Descent - midnight [@itsmdnt] 32. California - Niia [@niia] 33. Anointed - Miguel [@Miguel] 34. Sunrise (feat. Afronaut Zu & Sillkey) - Jaz Karis [@jazkaris]

Rich Ferguson, Mary Kerr, and S.A. Griffin are the guests for a roundtable discussion of Beat literature and the new anthology Beat Not Beat: An Anthology of California Poets Screwing on the Beat and Post-Beat Tradition (Moon Tide Press). Pushcart Prize-nominated poet Rich Ferguson has shared the stage with Patti Smith, Wanda Coleman, Moby, and other esteemed poets and musicians. Ferguson was selected by the National Beat Poetry Foundation, Inc. (NBPF), to serve as the State of California Beat Poet Laureate (Sept. 2020 to Sept. 2022). He is a featured performer in the film, What About Me? featuring Michael Stipe, Michael Franti, k.d. lang, and others. His poetry and award-winning spoken-word music videos have appeared in numerous anthologies and festivals, and he was a winner in Opium Magazine's Literary Death Match, L.A. Ferguson is the editor of an anthology of CA poets entitled Beat Not Beat (Moon Tide Press).  Mary Kerr is an Independent Producer of documentaries on the California Beat Era. Her films include The Beach (1996), Venice West and the LA Scene (2011), and San Francisco's Wild History Groove (2011). S.A. Griffin, co-editor of Beat Not Beat and The Outlaw Bible of American Poetry (Firecracker Award) and Carma Bum progenitor lives, loves and works in Los Angeles. In 2010 he created The Poetry Bomb, a former Vietnam era practice bomb converted into an art object filled with over 900 poems from around the world in an effort to inspire civil disagreements culminating in The Poetry Bomb Couch Surfing Across America Tour of Words. Named Best Performance Poet by the LA Weekly, in 2011 he was the first recipient of Beyond Baroque's Distinguished Service Award. His most recent book, Pandemic Soul Music (Punk Hostage Press), will be on bookshelves December 2022. Husband, father and USAF Vietnam era veteran. *** Otherppl with Brad Listi is a weekly literary podcast featuring in-depth interviews with today's leading writers. Launched in 2011. Books. Literature. Writing. Publishing. Authors. Screenwriters. Etc. Available where podcasts are available: Apple Podcasts, Google Podcasts, Spotify, Stitcher, iHeart Radio, etc. Subscribe to Brad Listi's email newsletter. Support the show on Patreon Merch @otherppl Instagram  YouTube Email the show: letters [at] otherppl [dot] com The podcast is a proud affiliate partner of Bookshop, working to support local, independent bookstores. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

During this episode I have an opportunity to talk with Laura Schreiner, another AANE certified therapist. Laura is also in a neurodiverse relationship and when her and her spouse discovered he was on the spectrum, she began to ask herself "What About Me?" That question led her to create a support group called "What About Me? (WAM) for neurotypical partners. The group has been meeting for about two years and Laura shares a little bit about the work she is doing with the group. In addition, Laura shares some of the answers she came up with as she began understanding so much more about her own marriage. She also talks in-depth about how she helps neurodiverse couples gain a better understanding of whether they are in each other's universe, galaxy or solar system and how they can visit each other's planet and communicate well when they come from different planets. Astronomy is a shared interest between her and her husband and that helped guide her to create this assessment process. Laura also addresses many other important issues including: The Communication Roundabout. Conversational intimacy. The importance of repair. What is "burden"? How each partner may be different inside and outside of their love relationship. Understanding and being aware of where you are in you relationship. The importance of relaxing your nervous system. How can both partners get their needs met? Stay present in the moment. Don't focus on the past before you knew you were neurologically different. Creating a system to address executive function challenges. If you live in Illinois, and would like to contact Laura about therapy, or her support group, her website is: www.laurasnc.com and her email is: lucid@laurasnc.com _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ If you are interested in becoming an AANE certified therapist, or coach, or would like to register for the "Neurology Matters' training available through AANE, for couples or individuals in neurodiverse relationships, you can register at: aane.thinkific.com. Please use the code NeurodiverseLove25 to get 25% off the registration fee. To learn more about AANE, or to find an AANE certified therapist or coach in your area, please click here and look at the map halfway down the page. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ If you liked this episode, please rate it, provide a review and subscribe to the podcast, so you don't miss an episode. For more information about the support groups available for "neurodiverse couples" or the "neurotypical/non-autistic partners", please check out: www.neurodiverselove.com or follow Mona on Instagram @neurodiverse_love. You can also contact Mona at: neurodiverselove4u@gmail.com. Thank you for being a part of the Neurodiverse Love community! --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/neurodiverse-love/message

"What About Me?" by Pastor Matt Miller.  Beyond The Walls Series - Part 4.  Message was preached on October 23, 2022. 

The legendary Shannon Noll joined us today for a chat and then went up against Matt De Groot, who is now known as ‘the fiddler in the booth', for this week's Rap Battle! Sydney DJ duo Sunset Bros have teamed up with Shannon to produce a banging new 2022 version of Nollsie's hit ‘What About Me' which is out now!See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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In this episode, Keith and Ricky sit down with Taroue Brooks. Taroue is a public relations, event planning, entertainment marketing, and lifestyle architect. He has worked with some of the biggest names in music, sports, cinema, politics, and the arts. His current passions includes elevating the voices and stories of Black men as illustrated in the release of his 2021 documentary "What About Me?". Keith and Ricky will talk with Taroue about his career journey, his passion for elevating Black male voices, and some funny stories about working with entertainers. Taroue will also share C-CRETS on how Black men can find their voice in all the clutter.

In this episode of Black Power Moves, part of the Ebony Covering Black America Podcast Network, we're speaking to D. John Jackson, Founder of 5J Entertainment. http://5j-entertainment.com/ 5J Entertainment is a company committed to educating, informing, entertaining, and promoting positive images of African Americans through various forms of media. Its first book and film documentary, What About Me, explores the untold, unheard, distorted, and misunderstood stories of Black men in America.  He is a Fortune 50 leader with global responsibilities that include strategic planning, engineering, data science, and artificial intelligence. A creative visionary, he's an executive producer of documentary films, an author, a strategist, a futurist thinker, a lecturer, and a motivational speaker. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

State of California Beat Poet Laureate and novelist Rich Ferguson shares a playlist of his unique and prophetic LA works, each set to music and largely recorded during the Covid lockdown months of 2020-21. A winner in Opium Magazine's Literary Death Match L.A., Ferguson has shared the stage with such poets and musicians as Patti Smith, Wanda Coleman, and Moby; was a featured performer in the film, What About Me?  featuring Michael Stipe, Michael Franti, and k.d. lang; and is the author of 8th& Agony , the novel New Jersey Me , and his latest poetry collection, Everything Is Radiant Between the Hates, released by Moon Tide Press.  

Pastor Kaleb continues in the What About Me series and speaks about how the eyes are the gatekeepers of your body - they control the access into the brain and the heart - in order for the Kingdom (rule and reign of Christ) to come, my gatekeepers need to be healthy.

Man looks on the outside but God looks at the heart.Have you ever wondered what God's heart is toward you? Or what He thinks of YOUR heart? We continue in our new series, What About Me? by taking a walk down a road many will travel - we invite you to walk with us.

What's Up Royals?"Wait patiently for the Lord. Be brave and courageous. Yes, wait patiently for the Lord." Psalms 27:14This scripture is easier read than lived. No matter if we are waiting on a call or a hamburger. A verdict or a miracle. Waiting is difficult. Especially when you don't have anything to do to fill the time. Particularly when you are watching others around you get their food, their answers their miracle. You want to scream, "WHAT ABOUT ME?!".  In this two-part series I dive into waiting with my good friends Antwan and DeeDee Gilbert as they recall a very long season of waiting and what they learned along the way. Stay connected via email at dearkingpodcast@gmail.com, on Instagram @dearkingpodcast and on the website www.dearkingonline.com. I'll be happy to take your prayer request or offer my advice on what you've got going on in your royal life!3 God-Sis Pia

An Evening with Rich Ferguson. "I am not the Dick you think I am because... "Everything Is Radiant Between The Hates" Bio: Pushcart Prize-nominated shared the stage with Patti Smith, Wanda Coleman, Moby, and other esteemed poets and musicians. Ferguson has been selected by the National Beat Poetry Foundation, Inc. (NBPF), to serve as the State of California Beat Poet Laureate (Sept. 2020 to Sept. 2022). He is a featured performer in the film, What About Me? featuring Michael Stipe, Michael Franti, k.d. lang, and others. His poetry and award-winning spoken-word music videos have been widely anthologized, and he was a winner in Opium Magazine's Literary Death Match, L.A. He is the author of the poetry collection, 8th& Agony (Punk Hostage Press), and the novel, New Jersey Me (Rare Bird Books). Ferguson's newest poetry collection, Everything Is Radiant Between the Hates, has recently been released by Moon Tide Press. Rich Ferguson rich-ferguson.com youtube.com/fuzzydoodah facebook.com/rich.ferguson1 https://www.instagram.com/fergiebeat/ http://richrantferguson.tumblr.com/ https://richrantblog.wordpress.com Twitter: @Versiferguson wevoicesing.com Credit: Drummer Butch Norton (co-founder of The Eels and currently Lucinda Williams' drummer). Butch played drums on this track. "Soundcheck," A collaboration with Rich Ferguson, and a musician/producer Bo Blount. Both of these tracks were created remotely during quarantine. #richferguson #losangeles #poet #beatpoet #poetlaureate #jackvarnell #emotionalorphan #socialyetdistanced #socialyetdistanced #podcast #emotionalorphan #podcasts #beatpoetryperformance #beatpoetrymusic #beatpoetryreading --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/socialyetdistanced/message Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/socialyetdistanced/support

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In this episode, I chat with Deborah Frye. As a longtime grief specialist, Deborah Juniper-Frye has worked with countless families, individuals, and organizations through the grief process, to gain understanding, new hope, and self-awareness. She has also witnessed, endured, and overcame the stress and trauma that comes with grief.  Deborah is currently employed with the Grace Hospice Organization as a volunteer coordinator and trainer.  She was formerly employed with a local funeral home as their grief care follow-up coordinator and a special events organizer.  She organized and established the Dinner & Discussion Workshops to discuss different grief topics, such as loss of a child, loss of a spouse, and coping with grief during the holidays. She has been proficient in the past as the liaison between church leadership, families, funeral home establishments, caterers, and the cemetery, doing so with tact and diplomacy.  Deborah is the business owner of Grief Care Consulting LLC and the author of five books, “Grieving Under Grace”; “What About Me? I'm Sad Too.” A Children's Grief Activity Book (in English and Spanish version); a co-author of the best-seller, Complicated Alliances; and a co-author of the best-seller, Finding Joy In the Journey.  She is an Ambassador for the When Black Women Talk (#WBWT) Organization and a Grief Recovery Method Specialist, through the Grief Recovery Institute. She has taken additional certificate courses at Yale University, Johns Hopkins University, and the Cognitive Behavior Institute.  Deborah has lived abroad as a military wife, resides in Virginia Beach, VA, and has been madly in love with her husband, Michael for over 35 years.Find Deborah here - http://griefcareconsulting.com/

Throughout my podcast, my focus has not only been to destigmatize mental illness but to also to provide different perspectives to elicit empathy and compassion. When we are fully able to be curious, we begin to develop a better understanding of others.   D. John Jackson joins me today, he is a Fortune 50 leader, creative visionary, who is an executive producer of documentary films, an author, a strategist, a futurist thinker, a lecturer, and a motivational speaker. He is also the founder of 5J Entertainment, a company committed to educating, informing, entertaining, and promoting positive images of African Americans through various forms of media. Its first film documentary, What About Me, explores the untold, unheard, distorted, and misunderstood stories of Black men in America.

Episode 96 of A Mental Health Break with D. John JacksonMental health advocates and professionals share their stories from around the world. Hosted by Author of "Mental Health Week" and Mr. Lanci Talks Mental Health", Vincent A. Lanci.Listen to all episodes: buzzsprout.com/743867Instagram: instagram.com/amentalhealthbreakFacebook: facebook.com/amentalhealthbreakTwitter: twitter.com/PodcastsByLanciLinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/showcase/amentalhealthbreakIn addition to D. John Jackson taking a stance against racism in America, he also gives his personal mental health journey as a Fortune 50 Leader. He will provide an incredibly powerful testimony on how the mental health of black men in America is affected by current events. Its first film documentary, What About Me, explores the untold, unheard, distorted, and misunderstood stories of Black men in America.  You can see this documentary on Amazon Prime.He is also the author of, What About Me: Walking the Tightrope as a Black Man in America.Have you ever felt unseen, unheard, misjudged, or misunderstood?A a Fortune 50 corporate leader with over thirty years of engineering and business leadership, shares a simple, powerful message: Your life matters. Your dreams matter. And you can achieve them, no matter who you are or where you're starting out.Through the stories and lessons of his own personal journey, Jackson proves time and again that what you say and do can change the trajectory of your life.Written specifically for young Black men and boys in America today, What About Me speaks to, and for, all marginalized or underrepresented voices with a call of courage and perseverance.When young Black men and boys are fully appreciated, when we all come together through stories of success and hope, this country will finally reach its true potential.This episode is brought to you by Tampa Counseling and Wellness!Dedicated to helping individuals looking to positively transform their lives through compassionate counseling and wellness coaching. If you struggle with depression, anxiety, or other mental health issues, call today for a free consultation. Tampa Counseling and Wellness; therapy that inspires change (Virtual and In-Person Availability)Website: www.tampacounselingandwellness.comPhone: 813 520 2807Host Name: Vincent A. LanciYouTube: youtube.com/channel/UCy0dil34Q5ILEuHgLVmfhXQDigital Editing: PodcastsByLanci@Gmail.comGuest Name: D. John JacksonEmail: giela.thornton@scribemedia.com  Happy | https://soundcloud.com/morning-kulishow/happy-background-music-no-copyright-fun-royalty-free-music-free-downloadAdventure by MusicbyAden | https://soundcloud.com/musicbyadenMusic promoted by https://www.free-stock-music.comCreative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 UnportedSpotlight Story Source: Forbes.com, HeadsUpGuys.Org

Social Yet Distanced: An Evening with Poet and Performer, Rich Ferguson Pushcart Prize-nominated poet Rich Ferguson has shared the stage with Patti Smith, Wanda Coleman, Moby, and other esteemed poets and musicians. Ferguson has been selected by the National Beat Poetry Foundation, Inc. (NBPF), to serve as the State of California Beat Poet Laureate (Sept. 2020 to Sept. 2022). He is a featured performer in the film, What About Me? featuring Michael Stipe, Michael Franti, k.d. lang, and others.  His poetry and award-winning spoken-word music videos have been widely anthologized, and he was a winner in Opium Magazine's Literary Death Match, L.A. He is the author of the poetry collection, 8th& Agony (Punk Hostage Press), and the novel, New Jersey Me (Rare Bird Books). Ferguson's newest poetry collection, Everything Is Radiant Between the Hates, has recently been released by Moon Tide Press.  "Everything Is Radiant," credit the drummer Butch Norton (co-founder of The Eels and currently Lucinda Williams' drummer). Butch played drums on this track. "Soundcheck," I'd appreciate it if you could credit it as being a collaboration with myself and a musician/producer named Bo Blount. Both of these tracks were created remotely during quarantine. Rich Ferguson rich-ferguson.com youtube.com/fuzzydoodah facebook.com/rich.ferguson1 https://www.instagram.com/fergiebeat/ http://richrantferguson.tumblr.com/ https://richrantblog.wordpress.com Twitter: @Versiferguson wevoicesing.com --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/socialyetdistanced/message Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/socialyetdistanced/support

Slavery to work, distractions, people and emotions block us from feeling like a priority in our relationships and this affects how we experience sexuality and intimacy.  For betrayed partners these distractions become triggers that eat away at the trust the couple is trying to repair. Today, Carol the Coach will be interviewing co-author of Help. Her. Heal. Allan J. Katz, who has written a new book, Hey! What About Me? which is a book about  how to make oneself and others a priority. For partners to heal, they need to know how to temper out of control emotions and how to begin to trust and protect themselves.  Instead of spending all their time working they need to balance that with play and not remain a human doing, rather a human being. When emotions shut them down, they need to know how to deal with resentments, shame, guilt, fear and eventual forgiveness. He tells sex addicts that in order to become a priority in your partner's eyes you both have to work on replacing character defects with healthy character traits.  This is the spiritual journey about faith, love vs. indifference, generosity vs. deprivation, diligence vs. laziness and the difference between sobriety and serenity. A partner has to learn how to trust other people again because after trauma this is difficult.  But, also being able to trust oneself is equally important.

Hold on to your wallets: two California water bond measures, totalling 13 billion dollars, will be hitting the ballot box in 2018. Which one is best for farmers? We take a look at both of them. The recent good weather throughout California is causing a surplus in cool season vegetable availability. That's good news for consumers…but for farmers? Not really. Can food grown hydroponically be sold as organic? That debate rages on. And, we attempt to dispel the widely held notion that fruits and vegetables come from the supermarket. Don't look now, but there's a farmer tapping on your shoulder if you believe that, saying, “Hey, What About Me?” All that, crop reports, and more…on this week's KSTE Farm Hour.

This message is for anyone that has ever been in an amazing service where he Spirit of God seems to be moving mightily but you don't feel anything and say, What About Me?