Podcasts about Won

NEW FOR JULY 15, 2025 Slipping through the cracks . . . Zig Zag Border - The Best Radio You Have Never Heard Vol. 512 1. Fieldworker (live) - David Crosby and Graham Nash 2. Sway (live) - Sheryl Crow 3. Monkey Gone To Heaven - Pixies 4. Whiskey Thoughts - Greta Gains 5. Shame The Devil - Robin Trower 6. The Long One - The Beatles 7. Let It Roar - Aliza Hava 8. Down The Wrong Way - Chrissie Hynde
 9. William, It Was Really Nothing - The Smiths 10. Fourth Of July - Dave Alvin 11. Suture Up Your Future (live) - Queens of the Stone Age 12. Hoping Love Will Last / Land Of A Thousand Autumns / Please Don't Touch / The Voice Of Necam / Icarus Ascending - Steve Hackett 13. Won't Get Fooled Again - Richie Havens 14. Black Gold (live) - Dave Pirner and Dan Murphy 15. Phosphene - AJ Rosales 16. The Imposter (live) - Elvis Costello 17. Pennants - Steve Howe 18. Lunar Sea (live) - Camel 19. Transporter / Resident - Eddie Jobson 20. Respect (live) - Otis Redding The Best Radio You Have Never Heard. A jagged musical edge. Accept No Substitute. Click to leave comments on the Facebook page.

Today's guest is Pam Frankforther, founder of Pioneer Reading Center in Wayne, Ohio. Pam left her job as a longtime public school teacher this year to launch Pioneer as full-time microschool for students with dyslexia and other learning differences. She was motivated to create a science-backed, literacy-rich learning environment for children in her community after listening to the popular podcast series, Sold A Story.  Pam also recently published the book Dyslexia and the Public Schools: What They Don't, Can't, or Won't Tell You, and Steps to Take to Advocate for Your Child's Needs. ***  Sign up for Kerry's free, weekly email newsletter on education trends at edentrepreneur.org.

Sunlight has long been vilified for its link to skin cancer, yet hiding from it entirely may be costing us far more. Vitamin D, made primarily through sun exposure, plays a pivotal role in everything from bone strength and immune defense to mood regulation, cancer prevention, and even longevity. Shockingly, over 80% of people have levels too low to unlock its protective powers—putting them at greater risk for chronic illness, and even premature death. Research shows that raising vitamin D to optimal levels could prevent hundreds of thousands of deaths each year, rivaling or surpassing the impact of many medical interventions. With a few minutes of daily sun, the right kind of supplementation, and awareness of how our lifestyles block this essential nutrient, reclaiming our health may be simpler than we think. In this episode, I discuss, along with Dr. Cindy Geyer, the critical role of vitamin D in preventing chronic disease, boosting immunity, and promoting overall health. Dr. Cindy Geyer received her bachelor of science and her doctor of medicine degrees, with honors, from the Ohio State University. She completed residency in internal medicine at Strong Memorial Hospital in Rochester, N.Y. and is triple board certified in internal medicine, integrative medicine and lifestyle medicine. This episode is brought to you by BIOptimizers. Head to bioptimizers.com/hyman and use code HYMAN10 to save 10%. Full-length episodes can be found here: Do You Need To Take Vitamin D?Choosing Skin Care Products that Won't Make You SickWhy Boosting Your Vitamin D Could Change Your Life

Today's Oddcast- Young and Dumb (Airdate 7/14/2025)   Sheri reflects on the moment she realized, as a young woman, that even though she had book smarts, she was far from being street smart.   The Bob & Sheri Oddcast: Everything We Don’t, Can’t, Won’t, and Definitely Shouldn’t Do on the Show!

Episode 113 of The Prakhar Gupta Xperience features Namit Malhotra, Founder of Prime Focus and Global CEO of DNEG - the VFX powerhouse behind global hits like Inception, Interstellar, Dune, Avatar, Oppenheimer, and major Marvel & DC films.Starting Prime Focus from a garage in Mumbai, Namit has gone on to work with top directors like Christopher Nolan and Denis Villeneuve. His companies have also shaped Indian cinema - with Prime Focus handling the Digital Intermediate (DI) on Bajirao Mastani, and DNEG contributing to blockbusters like Baahubali.He is now producing India's biggest epic - Ramayana, with music by Hans Zimmer and A.R. Rahman.Recording Date: July 1, 2025This is what we talked about:00:00 - Introduction03:50 - His Vision of Ramayana12:50 - The Pressure of Making Ramayana23:44 - Working w/ AR Rahman & Hans Zimmer32:14 - Why India Still Hasn't Won an Oscar46:44 - Working w/ Christopher Nolan55:44 - Working w/ Denis Villeneuve58:01 - What Does the Future Look Like1:02:46 - Namit's Biggest Fear1:14:39 - Questions for Prakhar

John 6:27 “Do not work for the food which perishes, but for the food which endures to eternal life, which the Son of Man will give to you, for on Him the Father, God, has set His seal.” We have a wonderful, sure, assurance that we have eternal life if we believe in Jesus. Let's navigate through this verse, one truth at a time. First, we will learn in the following verses that Jesus is the food that endures to eternal life. He's the bread of life. The crowd pursued Jesus because of the earthly food, the multiplied fish and bread they had received. They were working for an earthly kingdom and for food that perishes. If the purpose of our lives is rooted in something temporal, then we are working for food that perishes. That's why I believe our highest purpose as human beings is to work to glorify God by living to love with Jesus. That purpose never perishes, can't be taken from us, and will sustain us forever. Second, pursuing glorifying God by living to love with Jesus endures to eternal life. In fact, it is eternal life. Knowing the Father and the Son is eternal life (John 17:3). Loving with Jesus is how we know Him. The only way we can love with Him is to abide in Him, be discipled by Him, live out of His fullness. That's eating the True Bread. He gives us eternal life, Himself, who is ours forever. Third, Jesus called Himself the Son of Man, His favorite title for Himself. The title communicated that He was the Messiah. The One sent from God to be the Savior of the world. Our confidence in Jesus as the Son of God, the Son of Man, is the Father's validation or seal that He set upon Jesus. Although the works of God that Jesus did were the Father's witness to Jesus' Sonship, there were three times recorded in the gospels where God “set His seal” on Him. Matthew 3:17 “and behold, a voice out of the heavens said, ‘This is My beloved Son, in whom I am well-pleased.'” Matthew 17:5 “While he was still speaking, a bright cloud overshadowed them, and behold, a voice out of the cloud said, ‘This is My beloved Son, with whom I am well-pleased; listen to Him!'” John 12:28 “Father, glorify Your name.” Then a voice came out of heaven: “I have both glorified it, and will glorify it again.” If you have not believed in Jesus Christ as the Son of God, the authorized giver of eternal life, then please consider what Jesus said in this verse. You're wasting your life working for food that perishes. He said He is the way, the truth, and the life, and the only way to the Father in John 14:6, which echoes this same truth here in John 6:27. You need eternal life! Temporal earthly life is just that—temporal. You'll lose it someday. The crowd following Jesus didn't get who He was and what He had to give. Do you? I hope you'll tune in regularly to the Live to Love Scripture Encouragement podcast the next several days as we draw eternal life encouragements from John 6. I'm inviting you to rethink your purpose in life. You were made to glorify God and the only way for God to receive glory through your life is by living to love with Jesus instead of living for yourself, for your own glory. Jesus said that it's impossible to believe in Jesus if you seek glory for yourself from men. Their setting their seal of approval on you, means nothing. You receive it, and it is gone. It perishes. But if you live out of the life of Christ, God will set His eternal seal of approval to your work because it is united with Him, upon whom He has already set His seal. That confidence is assuring, encouraging, and enduring. Won't you surrender your life to Him today and work for the food that does not perish?

This week's message is from Rev. Randy Martin. "Won't You Be My Neighbor" from text, Luke 10:25-37 (Lectionary Gospel text.)

Dr Clark continues the series on the Lord's Supper, Nourish and Sustain. This series explores what the Supper is, why it was instituted, how it has been understood in the history of the church, what Scripture says, how we should understand it, and practice it. The Lord's Supper is one of the two sacraments instituted by our Lord Jesus Christ. A sacrament is a sign and seal of Holy Spirit-given benefits. Where baptism is the sign and seal of initiation into Christ-confessing covenant community, the Lord's Supper is the sign and seal of renewal and personal appropriation of the benefits promised in the covenant of grace. Tragically, since the mid-ninth century at least, holy communion, which is intended to bring Christ's people together, has often been a source of division. Perhaps worse, however, for much of the last one hundred fifty years, the Supper has been much neglected among evangelicals. In this episode, Dr. Clark begins discussing John Calvin's teaching on the Lord's Supper from his Institutes (1559). This episode of the Heidelcast is sponsored by the Heidelberg Reformation Association. You love the Heidelcast and the Heidelblog. You share it with friends, with members of your church, and others but have you stopped to think what would happen if it all disappeared? The truth is that we depend on your support. If you don't make the coffer clink, the HRA will simply sink. Won't you help us keep it going? The HRA is a 501(c)(3) non-profit organization. All your gifts are tax deductible. Use the donate link on this page or mail a check to Heidelberg Reformation Association, 1637 E Valley Parkway #391, Escondido CA 92027. All the Episodes of the Heidelcast Heidelcast Series: To Nourish and Sustain Subscribe To the Heidelcast Browse the Heidelshop! On Twitter @Heidelcast How To Support Heidelmedia: use the donate button below Subscribe in Apple Podcast Subscribe directly via RSS New Way To Call The Heidelphone: Voice Memo On Your Phone Text the Heidelcast any time at (760) 618–1563. The Heidelcast is available everywhere podcasts are found including Apple Podcasts and Spotify. Call or text the Heidelphone anytime at (760) 618-1563. Leave a message or email us a voice memo from your phone and we may use it in a future podcast. Record it and email it to heidelcast@heidelblog.net. If you benefit from the Heidelcast please leave a five-star review on Apple Podcasts so that others can find it. Please do not forget to make the coffer clink (see the donate button below). SHOW NOTES Heidelblog Resources The HB Media Archive The Ecumenical Creeds The Reformed Confessions Heidelberg Catechism (1563) The Heidelberg Catechism: A Historical, Theological, & Pastoral Commentary (Bellingham, WA: Lexham Press, 2025) Recovering the Reformed Confession (Phillipsburg: P&R Publishing, 2008). What Must A Christian Believe? Why I Am A Christian Heidelblog Contributors Support Heidelmedia: use the donate button or send a check to: Heidelberg Reformation Association 1637 E. Valley Parkway #391 Escondido CA 92027 USA The HRA is a 501(c)(3) non-profit organization

Please join us as We revisit the discussion on parole and why We need a Community Release Board! This genocidal kangaroo kourt called the Board of Parole Hearings perpetuates ongoing slavery in our prison, and thus it is a crime against humanity, a tool of whyte false supremacy that keeps our People unfree! REBL… Resist! Educate! Build! Love! Kan't stop, Won't stop All Power to the People Liberate Our Elders Free Africa! Free Palestine!

I feel like that would be a– coincidence? No, I don't think so THERE ARE NO COINCIDENCES. THATS A CHALLENGE. CUNTFACE. 0.0 WHAT DID YOUJUST CALL ME. FUNTCASE. WHAT. IT'S A DJ– WHAT! GROUP–OR WHATEVER. Harvard; How'd I do that? I wonder what else I can get If I just ask I thought watch my thoughts I been bad I'm a dog (ruff) I should watch my process I been good, nothing lost I been bad, I'm a dog. I been bad I'm a dog Woof woof I'm dog I been bad I'm a dog Jesus Christ (i been bad) I was right (I'm a dog) I should probably watch my fuckin thoughts (I'm a dog) i got beef (ruff ruff) I got sauce Run along I got lost I should probably watch my thoughts Go to town, I was wrong Brush it off I'm a process Holler if you want But my collar got a concept Don't you call my phone I should cut the fucker off Gotta member Jon as i bite the toblerone hey Cut it off Hollywood Talk in code I should probably cut her off But the honor On thy father And thy mother Got a couple corn breads I should cut them off bro I got a woof of dog's breath Pick another card I been bad I'm a dog I been bad I'm a dog I been bad I'm a dog I been bad He's headless, He's headless He's entirely invisible Oh even this is making sense In symmetry; Oh, even this is interesting Even a Syncronicy Look here, look here He's invisible, even inevitable Even invincible He's no longer headless, He's all suit and tie now This was the news, But it might be a noose And I'm starting to die, now Loosen the strings, please Free fall apostrophe, re I'm not dumb, I'm just sick of you all. Enjoying my title As long as it lasts And I'm finally learning The falcon, the falcon Finally, something to keep I want the sauce, not the Viking The lodestones And not the gossip. I want no possibility of interaction at all I need a recovery Every day at the gym but the vampires lurking? Come on. I had a right to m procure me a peloton One for the arms, And one for the armor And sweet chili broccoli And amour, And amour I wish I could die and not rot again Under the circumstance Digging my coffin up, Then burning it. I got comfortable with earthworms And learning my heritage Stolen culture But still nothing sucks more than Literature, authoritarian authors And arthritis Here, write this Shure, chuck forward Lean back in your device and Conspire to write us a Kill us, why don't you I went back to dartford And Dartmouth and Where is it I'm going for the tower? Just duck, it's a bomb shower Interesting creatures, I gather Remind me why we're blowing them up again. You can try to scare her out All you want But the modern world is so wrong that God stops talking And I stop opening up For the monsters Won't you Just turn the clocks back Don't turn the power off I hold more value here Than all of us totaled up On the block Put together I trained myself out of slavery, But I promise not to teach the other mongrels Not to constipate the other world With solutions Now, dear Don't you want to Stratosphere Status and all that Sit and won't you Read us a poem? No, AI can't write like this But I can I hold the man up for ransom For damaging my anthrax You heard! I'm not as impossible as my apostles Imbicils Now where was I? Nowhere those others ought to be; I set fires after walking amongst them three days With my heart out Carrying all like sponges The sickness and curses of the earth's world upon us Flowerbeds of styrofoam Products with logos plastered on us To be quite frank, Franklin It burns the heart out Starting at the eyes And ending in an oven fire Are you out the apartment! Of course, conservative, I barter Wouldn't it be funny to see me Dying, skid across the sidewalk in Los Angeles With no one at all Blabbering about my heart Or whatever Over cardboard How about that, Los Angeles? Your dog goes to a borders As you're on tour But I've been pushing shopping carts Waiting for the rainstorm to take a shower Praying for the big wave To wash us all out So my Beachfront property Comes down to market value And I buy it on my food stamps How are ye? Bad, doctor I've run away again And the rabbit calls me Alice But I promise, I let half life's over Hours when I washed my socks on Harpists I'm pissed off like you want me, I promise But I'm no political revolution at all Until I'm murdered by my own gun Then someone might bark— I meant borders for books And you love your dog more than my person So I love your dog more as a conciousness To you I'm nothing To him, I'm possible love What a remarkable mirror We cancel out each other You love your dog more than me I love your dog more than I love you I'm sure of it, Then, I'm an afterthought And because I'm an afterthought, I chose your dog Rather than to be shamed For looking However your eyes saw me; I never saw you I saw your dog. What a wonderful talisman; Wag the tail a bit. What's up with you and the hosts? I don't know, but I'm 30 years old And it got hard and dark, And I'm dark skinned with odd thoughts, And I find this all remarkable enough Not to remark I think the networks are testing my malleble I think there's someone stopping my unstoppable I think they're trying to shame me for Fallon But honestly, after that You all can have him Is fandom is rampant, I call it a Skrillex, I showed them a four sided photo box Made of mirrors And I'm nearsided And fightsighted And heart spoiled And notes ransom And really trying to hide in New York is like Calling closing your eyes Being blind “I can't see.” I want to die And hope no one remembers me Or else I might end up Like poor Johnny Conformity and control Is that all you folks want Believe it or not I'm on your side With a golden aura Warning you not to shoot Or I might go again Forming to something You love even less Than us poorer dark folks With imperfect bodies Something you loathe even more Than the robots you worship More than the words That you made up And the forgot More than the poles apart You continue to blow up I'm in the neon galaxy in tirades or glass With my arms up shouting, “I'm an immortal, You shoot, I'll grow stronger!” You put the devil in my neighbor for what? But I write stronger Right wing You out the devil in my mailbox The devil in the eye of the beholder And I behold nothing Longer I live in a trash can Not one symbol purchased But all I have Is all that I found in a dumpster And all that I do for love And still no love loves her I swore I had a cat here somewhere Look, you better catch her! Rabbis possum wombat Who bred that catastrophic Had to happen in captivity Monsters Who are I now? Monumental Don't want to go to the trap and be laughed at Don't want to run Because I can't stand you Don't want to Look, I'm in lockdown But how many of us now are hassled By the same land grant? How many terrorists we're hired Just to make me die And still I wonder What the taste of water Is like All I've got are these Vestibules Miniscule And still you were seeking to survive our wrath Despite the many times I warned you To find another planet to destroy with Apartheid? Still I warned you to go ahead and die Because there is no safe as shadows watch Close shaves and cameras eye I was designed to want But never touch you Now that's a knife I'm happy to run across this artery Due in part to the wife And a life otherwise lived Just to die Over and over With no shock value And no portal Past a world where Again, I become No longer wanted It has been long since love And so long in fact I almost forgot what love is Until, In the eye of a dog, I was And washed over my body in birds, Trained to seek, But not to find The wanderlust in Pendergrass Or, are you still a serpent Serive past And all I want are tropics Cool winds Clear waves Surfboards No politics, No lovers, Suits and ties Chatterboxes Silver screens or silver foxes The dye captures Soon I lost a son Who doesn't know a mother There it goes again Business cards or care packages? Get a job, New clothes, Or of course, Visitation Salutations, good riddance Can't wait to be rid of this Images world and Vanity Models And perfection And bodies that don't love But certainly in any other way Don't want me Darian 14th B The is the part that I throw the bazooka over my shoulder And run with it; please no blue suits! this is bullshit! Why is the Hudson yards always a white lower movement? Revolving doors and pinstripes I pay less attention to whatever's dressed in blue, I'm an object of affection Just as much as Equinox is Raise the price or forget it Another mention Nothing worse than a mistress But I missed my original sin fix and just then the sewage hit. (!&. Is Manhattan Cger all. 8.'g if I've got a secret, a dirty little secret. No. Get out. Ohw, What! C'mon. The Window closes, then opens again; the window reopens and another attendant looks angrily out of the space in the door. …hi. Herro. [It is a chinese man] Um…I've got a secret a dirty little secret. NO. YOU GO. But i've got the password. YOU GO NOW. Yeah, We're already here The villains on brigade and with your every move You're gone before you came Yeah, We know everything BASTARD! the magazine article was befitting, if I realized the roles Ms. Drew Barrymore had always played, and this was not that. He humiliated me on my own fucking stage! At all. Oh, is this another one of those— I hate him! Calm down! I hate him. I want him mutilated! Sweetie, I— Don't sweetie me! —no, I want him worse than mutilated; I want him cancelled. Now you're being irrational. (Irrationally) I'M NOT BEING IRRATIONAL. Drew. DONT CALL ME BY MY NAME RIGHT NOW. Drew. Hm? You can't cancel the tonight show. Mm. Maybe not… [beat] But you can cancel the host. DUNDUNDUN. How are we still on this storyline? To be quite fair, he's one of the only actors in the series in every single season. That's—true— but still. why are you bothering me? I'm not. You are. Oh! You'll never believe this. What. She actually has a barcode tattoo on the bottom of her foot. Okay. That's creepy. And it actually scans. You carry around a barcode scanner? It's an app! Gross. It's not gross. It's gross. Look. This is the website where it took me. Your girlfriend's weird foot secret barcode tattoo? It's not a secret. She let me scan it. Gross! It's not gross. I'm pretty sure that's why it's there! Ugh. Look at this— I don't want to fucking look at your— Just look! See. Oh. Yeah. Wow. Yeah— [The Festival Project ™ ] {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project™ ] {Enter The Multiverse} L E G E N D S: ICONS Tales of A Superstar DJ The Secret Life of Sunnï Blū Ascension Deathwish -Ū. Copyright © The Festival Project, Inc. ™ | Copyright The Complex Collective © 2019-2025 ™ All Rights Reserved. -Ū.

It's like spraying for ants, But they keep coming back The colonies are alarming in number Really harmless but lawful annoying A roach infestation Left to fester; The gutter is the environment No matter what you try to put over it Still, you don't want the pests In your place of rest, And it's hard to acknowledge The infestation It's just a lesson A garbage can is a garbage can And the lesson is, Just don't get too close to it Why I don't love rap music And black men Cause depending on this image Or infestation of lower frequency invasion Is paramount to the reason I need a weave and Nails like Cardi B; The light skin is better than me, I guess Yes And the plague is The toxicity of the culture That sits on my corner And don't know nothing but the hustle, Truly makes my own stomach churn And I don't mean all of them, A generalization in the realization That I could just Never at this point Find sexual attraction In a black man After the experiences I've had Living in this trash can The beauty in a brother But the wickedness of the others, The ugly on the corner The no do gooders and hoodlums The scum that I'm somehow part of Cause I startle standing over a white girl's shoulder, Cause I look like the ones on the corner Who call themselves, Act like the word No one's fond of — it's an energy I don't want In my sons and daughters And though Beautiful brothers, aunts, aunts, and cousins I love all dark skinned; The toxic skid mark on the corner, The culture of skulls and crossbones When the whole world calls for moving up I'm not for it. So not for blue or red Or light or dark And no matter what the color is The peace without perfect is knowing what hurts And what doesn't So sweep them away like the ants And spray fir the roaches And put out the rat traps and Wage gaps and all the inequality Perhaps that is the lesson, laugh and laughter Tragic that I had to gone to hate that half Then again, Out if the reach of perfection A clown and a dunce Turn your ugly music up And tell me imm not good enough And how yot'll never learn to love Cause all you want is bodies, money, lust And never trust. There's no trust at all left in us If neighborhoods are all chalk dust and redlines anyhow How's that for pride An unremarkable Independence Day What freedom is there left at all If yours just chokes out mine? Another n word on another n word crime And inward I go Because I'm not supposed to talk about The way some don't know how to behave And either way, I'm hated for it Neither are gone the days of the numbers hanging over us and yet, When one door closes, yet another opens up Shut the fuck up I came recover from the underworld If bugs keep coming up here I never wanted to see a brother as a bug But what one does is what one dies, And well, a duck looks like a duck And so the roaches are the pests, And the devil's nest, the garbage can I used to think that if I just ate well, and worked out enough— that the noise would just stop. That the chaos and the yelling and the cars and the awful noises would all just go away— if I ran harder, if I ate better, if I stopped talking, stoped creating— stopped breathing; that maybe somehow I deserved the suffering or that it was something wrong with me and not the outside world. Then,as I started to burn out, I realized that was the point; eventually something like a dead battery, I realized that this nonsense had fully consumed me, and there was not a single thing I could change about myself that would make it stop. More often than not, these people wandering around unkempt or lost, or mumbling to themselves are also creatives, syntheses, and very possibly even unrecognized genius, time stolen by the insensitivities of a corporate and conformed world where social standard takes presidence over nurture; DAVE FRANCO is an extremely silent and introspective creature; an observant intellectual, he dosdains his screen persona— he admimantely dislikes the roles he plays, his given ‘type', and even his own fans. A complete asexual, his entire life as a celebrity is a sham. He finds himself soothed with a head in a book and steals away to the countryside near a river to paint in isolation, when he is approached by a magician of the quarry. He says nothing but only listens, his eyes grey and somber. L E G E N D S Some DJ banned phones at his performances and I second that and feel the world should follow suit. Besides dinosaur, my other favorite statue is a giant octopus and I found out it gets even better if you check behind it: there's a dog in a suit (which makes no sense, because the other animals are just animals and then, here is a man sized dog in a suit— however, the second part of the statue is a bunch of other word animals eating cake and there's even a third part, another dog in a suit and a rabbit (I guess) doing some weird stuff. I was too busy speculating on the feast to really notice what I was seeing; might have to take a night stroll over there when there aren't tourists crawling all over it— The charging bull statue sucks and I don't understand it, but I admire there's a line in the front and a seperate line in the back just to take a picture of its giant balls I admire the giant balls more than anything and find this grotesque tourist attraction appealing every time I see it. Indeed, every time I see it, I do look at it, but not because I'm admiring it. Because I'm genuinely grossed out by how many people are just always around it. Maybe the art itself is the spectacle of fame in general. Art that grows. [The Festival Project ™] To the mouse, I'm a dear old fan Just a buck toothed rabbit With a past And a lot of bad habits And To the big bear I'm a dead beat mom But I wrote this song Cause that's my problem I'm a lost cause On a gross ass block With a knock on wood And a whole pest problem Won't be long Will we'll all be gone And the whole damn world Just blows up, prob'ly. That was a good cookie. Something deep Can seep into you When you seal Everything shut And you keep to yourself For a moment Mantras Something becomes When you're sealed in tight Like the deal you might get If you play your cards right Slight of hand And hide your thoughts Cause we're all being watched By the monsters up top I should feel inadequate All I really got is a post mortem award But I don't know which song from As always fashionably 6 feet under I came to the Grammys in an ambulance How's that for posh, No, it's not a limousine (But the driver's much hotter) Next year I'll bring a fire truck I got the hose, of course But not the water To the big old mouse I'm a face in the crowd And the golden crown Just falls off the helmet Sure it fits But I get that the Mrs and mistresses Wear dresses It's just a message Duress signal Lessons and Tantra Then All of a sudden the suits and the ties are in Bed Stuy I've pondered arousal or rather I might have just guessed why It's a lesson Let them get in your head And leave breadcrumbs Then forever As imagined You wanted a friend But can't have it Tantrums —— Dear Friday, Am I on to you, Or nothing? Are you still in love, Or searching? Is it fall again, Or summer And I wonder Where you'll spend the winter My dear Friday? Summer, Only next to Monday Tuesday, Only next to Sunday And I wish to tell you, Friday, I will always love you My dear Friday Handle with care I heart his heart Yes I'm a dark soul, Black hole, Run, rabbit There are angels after you For every tear I ever cried and wished for you On orgasm That's to no effects as none And one to one And lovers love I want to wish We're worlds apart But really only levels under Separated by styrofoam containers So much for continuity. I'm confused As to What anybody wants But me and I know I fall all four times For all four kings Over and over And over It terrifies Just to think that I hurt you In another worldform Whispers Remember I just Didn't consider I could Ever Have that sort of Power To know tonever love you But instead to want to murder you A solace— but I don't The door is open The door is open. The door is open . She is the most beautiful thing in the world And not me And I still Would not want to cause pain It is only in your nature To love her And murder me by doing that The instinct to kill The bad and the awful and ugly I know no sense of love Besides in the songs and in movies — to have and to hold, though None sense No, not at all It is only in your nature I am ugly. A cause to remember Functioning at low capacity I don't you what you're asking me I gotta get my facts straight But gotta check my fax machine Empancipate planet just for answers Cause water don't flow If there is no Bridge and you know How to burn those It's a curse tho And there's no cure I'd rather be alone, Or Secure the closure Don't go back To your Slight of hand , Slide of cards I don't want to write right now—- Twist of fate, plight of pawns I don't want to write right now A trickle of water A flick of the wand I don't want to— Wait, what are we— spellbinding. Spellbinding! 101. This dork. I hate this guy. Why didn't I get professor.. When— exactly Did— I get to Tel you that you'd love To know me {Enter The Multiverse} You don't know jack shit, pal! I do know Jack! You don't! Yes I do, he's my neighbor! What! Come! The mailbox reads Czhit, J. *squints extra hard* See, I told you. You're a strange man. I never was normal… Who are you? Uh. C'mon man, you know me. *squints extra stupid hard* I thought I did, but now I don't. What changed your mind? [it's been a long hard day. DANNY BOY can't possibly squint any harder. He looks at his old pal BOB and simply doesn't know what else to say. ] BEFORE. PREVIOUSLY ON {Enter The Multiverse}} Though I had imagined at least a week or so, the bloating from the undue stress and panic had vanished within 3 days time, and I was wide awake and wired by the time I was finally off work; Having just seen the updated schedule, after a week-long crisis of offloading and re-downloading even my most crucial apps, like Shazam, Google Documents, and Maps–I had finally logged into the mandatory tracking app in which my employer used to regulate the multiple businesses they owned, myself a mere pawn in the endeavor, for a humble and measly hourly of $17; Not that any, or at least most of my given shift time had gone to waste–I had been gracious enough with my own free time to allow at least some of my creative endeavors to flourish, posting nearly an hour-long-or-so mixtape every day to each Podcast channel, with of course The Infinite Skrillifiles taking the lead: a true cult following with by the thousands of downloads, and the others gaining traction in their own way. Now, After having fasted and worked three days, I was off for two, and had added what could have been at least 50 more pages to theThe Festival Project or more, not that it mattered–and yet, it somehow, to someone, somewhere–also did matter; perhaps not just to me, but there seemed to be something driving me to it. I had posted the latest episode cold, without auditioning it at all–and now, my dilemma seemed to simply be that I was too hungry to sleep– a sure sign that the fast was quickly ending, as it sometimes did–and although my clarity and focus was still moderately intact, I was also becoming slow, foggy, and groggy–and with no time to waste, I would undoubtedly have a smooth transition into anything, especially not a palpable strategy to pull myself out of the literal gutter by the bootstraps and into a modest enough apartment that I wouldn't have to share it, and could go back to happily living in healthy and plentiful moderation, as I had learned how to over the years; I realized that even without extreme fasting, I had elevated myself entirely–or, rather, that God had–to give credit where credit is due. ‘Listen To This', said a broad and unbeknownst voice; and without een thinking, my own body, seemingly at the will of a greater force entirely took it upon itself to sit fully upright in my bed, reaching for my iPhone, which had already been turned off to sleep– it's replacement due to be sitting in my mailbox in Downtown Santa Monica at any moment, and without even the energy to do much other than to lie down and think, bandana draped over my eyes as a shield to the morning light and earplugs pressed firmly into my inner-canals–I couldn't even think to imagine dragging myself up and out at a decent enough time to retrieve it; But there was obviously something I needed to do, or see, and so–alarmingly autonomously, I uncovered my eyes and unplugged my ears, reaching for my Beats Studio headphones as my fingers inched over the buttons to summon my iPhone to turn on, syncing my bluetooth and selecting the episode, which I had published earlier along with the entry I had spent the first couple hours of my shift crafting in an insolant rage, wet from rain and cold, and hardly paying attention to my post, or my awful coworker–who wasn't altogether awful, just uncomfortably obsese, and poingiantly ignorant. ‘What are you hungry for?', The voice asked, And without hesitation, I silently listed my Whole Foods escapade, glistening with thoughts of Croissants, Bananas, Apples, Trail Mix Tater Tots A Cool Haus Ice Cream Sandwich, –and maybe even an Acai bowl, as they were almost always out of Acai by any time was able to make it to the juice bar. ‘Yes', said the voice “Really?”! I asked–still silently, though at least one of my roomates was beginning his day, and the other, the 22-year-oldd from Brooklyn was still sleeping quietly, wreaking of liquor and leftover something, which at a glance appeared to be Jack In The Box ‘Yes.' The episode aligned perfectly with the quickly escalating season of the Multiverse i had crafted and was nearly entirely consumed with creating, and the fast was, indeed, over–at least for a moment– I had, after all, only been fasting because of Drake Bell and his whippets, which for some or any reason at all had irked me to the point of lucidity beyond recognition and ignited my soul into the chaotic and cryptic, whimsical frenzy with which the 6th Season of The Festival Project was being written ferociously. Still, nothing seemed to matter and no one seemed to really care, but it was at least a prompt–and of course, I was still being followed by bodies that coughed a lot, but even that just seemed a toxic wash of nonsense I couldn't be bothered with, croissants or not. I fantasized being knocked off in a robbery , but would more than likely just die of a broken heart and a lack of love. In walked a childhood crush, and opened up Pandora's Box Ugh. This Fucking Sucks. Drake Bell was not my childhood crush. Wait— he wasn't. No: Don't get me wrong—he's my type, or— was, but… Let us not forget my placement in the world, and here is where I make my mark, to wit that the programming of an entire generation had been captivated and altered in my very own mine—the familiarity of potent lust arising out of circumstance and also nirture, a lack of fight or flight from which one could and would have easily turned away—or run towards. Then, almost hastily unknowing whether to jump to conclusions in that, my own series had created some kind of reverberations within what was so quite notably a smaller pond than not— the industry itself having eyes and ears with every motion I had taken from the start of it, and my ability to trust, and naivety ruined over the course of what my mind would have imagined, how startlingly easy it was to awaken his imaginary world which was, not only not just of random circumstance, but an idea that was planted and mulled over. Tales of a Superstar DJ {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project™ ] {Enter The Multiverse} L E G E N D S: ICONS Tales of A Superstar DJ The Secret Life of Sunnï Blū Ascension Deathwish -Ū. Copyright © The Festival Project, Inc. ™ | Copyright The Complex Collective © 2019-2025 ™ All Rights Reserved. -Ū. {} - Enter The Multiverse

It's like spraying for ants, But they keep coming back The colonies are alarming in number Really harmless but lawful annoying A roach infestation Left to fester; The gutter is the environment No matter what you try to put over it Still, you don't want the pests In your place of rest, And it's hard to acknowledge The infestation It's just a lesson A garbage can is a garbage can And the lesson is, Just don't get too close to it Why I don't love rap music And black men Cause depending on this image Or infestation of lower frequency invasion Is paramount to the reason I need a weave and Nails like Cardi B; The light skin is better than me, I guess Yes And the plague is The toxicity of the culture That sits on my corner And don't know nothing but the hustle, Truly makes my own stomach churn And I don't mean all of them, A generalization in the realization That I could just Never at this point Find sexual attraction In a black man After the experiences I've had Living in this trash can The beauty in a brother But the wickedness of the others, The ugly on the corner The no do gooders and hoodlums The scum that I'm somehow part of Cause I startle standing over a white girl's shoulder, Cause I look like the ones on the corner Who call themselves, Act like the word No one's fond of — it's an energy I don't want In my sons and daughters And though Beautiful brothers, aunts, aunts, and cousins I love all dark skinned; The toxic skid mark on the corner, The culture of skulls and crossbones When the whole world calls for moving up I'm not for it. So not for blue or red Or light or dark And no matter what the color is The peace without perfect is knowing what hurts And what doesn't So sweep them away like the ants And spray fir the roaches And put out the rat traps and Wage gaps and all the inequality Perhaps that is the lesson, laugh and laughter Tragic that I had to gone to hate that half Then again, Out if the reach of perfection A clown and a dunce Turn your ugly music up And tell me imm not good enough And how yot'll never learn to love Cause all you want is bodies, money, lust And never trust. There's no trust at all left in us If neighborhoods are all chalk dust and redlines anyhow How's that for pride An unremarkable Independence Day What freedom is there left at all If yours just chokes out mine? Another n word on another n word crime And inward I go Because I'm not supposed to talk about The way some don't know how to behave And either way, I'm hated for it Neither are gone the days of the numbers hanging over us and yet, When one door closes, yet another opens up Shut the fuck up I came recover from the underworld If bugs keep coming up here I never wanted to see a brother as a bug But what one does is what one dies, And well, a duck looks like a duck And so the roaches are the pests, And the devil's nest, the garbage can I used to think that if I just ate well, and worked out enough— that the noise would just stop. That the chaos and the yelling and the cars and the awful noises would all just go away— if I ran harder, if I ate better, if I stopped talking, stoped creating— stopped breathing; that maybe somehow I deserved the suffering or that it was something wrong with me and not the outside world. Then,as I started to burn out, I realized that was the point; eventually something like a dead battery, I realized that this nonsense had fully consumed me, and there was not a single thing I could change about myself that would make it stop. More often than not, these people wandering around unkempt or lost, or mumbling to themselves are also creatives, syntheses, and very possibly even unrecognized genius, time stolen by the insensitivities of a corporate and conformed world where social standard takes presidence over nurture; DAVE FRANCO is an extremely silent and introspective creature; an observant intellectual, he dosdains his screen persona— he admimantely dislikes the roles he plays, his given ‘type', and even his own fans. A complete asexual, his entire life as a celebrity is a sham. He finds himself soothed with a head in a book and steals away to the countryside near a river to paint in isolation, when he is approached by a magician of the quarry. He says nothing but only listens, his eyes grey and somber. L E G E N D S Some DJ banned phones at his performances and I second that and feel the world should follow suit. Besides dinosaur, my other favorite statue is a giant octopus and I found out it gets even better if you check behind it: there's a dog in a suit (which makes no sense, because the other animals are just animals and then, here is a man sized dog in a suit— however, the second part of the statue is a bunch of other word animals eating cake and there's even a third part, another dog in a suit and a rabbit (I guess) doing some weird stuff. I was too busy speculating on the feast to really notice what I was seeing; might have to take a night stroll over there when there aren't tourists crawling all over it— The charging bull statue sucks and I don't understand it, but I admire there's a line in the front and a seperate line in the back just to take a picture of its giant balls I admire the giant balls more than anything and find this grotesque tourist attraction appealing every time I see it. Indeed, every time I see it, I do look at it, but not because I'm admiring it. Because I'm genuinely grossed out by how many people are just always around it. Maybe the art itself is the spectacle of fame in general. Art that grows. [The Festival Project ™] To the mouse, I'm a dear old fan Just a buck toothed rabbit With a past And a lot of bad habits And To the big bear I'm a dead beat mom But I wrote this song Cause that's my problem I'm a lost cause On a gross ass block With a knock on wood And a whole pest problem Won't be long Will we'll all be gone And the whole damn world Just blows up, prob'ly. That was a good cookie. Something deep Can seep into you When you seal Everything shut And you keep to yourself For a moment Mantras Something becomes When you're sealed in tight Like the deal you might get If you play your cards right Slight of hand And hide your thoughts Cause we're all being watched By the monsters up top I should feel inadequate All I really got is a post mortem award But I don't know which song from As always fashionably 6 feet under I came to the Grammys in an ambulance How's that for posh, No, it's not a limousine (But the driver's much hotter) Next year I'll bring a fire truck I got the hose, of course But not the water To the big old mouse I'm a face in the crowd And the golden crown Just falls off the helmet Sure it fits But I get that the Mrs and mistresses Wear dresses It's just a message Duress signal Lessons and Tantra Then All of a sudden the suits and the ties are in Bed Stuy I've pondered arousal or rather I might have just guessed why It's a lesson Let them get in your head And leave breadcrumbs Then forever As imagined You wanted a friend But can't have it Tantrums —— Dear Friday, Am I on to you, Or nothing? Are you still in love, Or searching? Is it fall again, Or summer And I wonder Where you'll spend the winter My dear Friday? Summer, Only next to Monday Tuesday, Only next to Sunday And I wish to tell you, Friday, I will always love you My dear Friday Handle with care I heart his heart Yes I'm a dark soul, Black hole, Run, rabbit There are angels after you For every tear I ever cried and wished for you On orgasm That's to no effects as none And one to one And lovers love I want to wish We're worlds apart But really only levels under Separated by styrofoam containers So much for continuity. I'm confused As to What anybody wants But me and I know I fall all four times For all four kings Over and over And over It terrifies Just to think that I hurt you In another worldform Whispers Remember I just Didn't consider I could Ever Have that sort of Power To know tonever love you But instead to want to murder you A solace— but I don't The door is open The door is open. The door is open . She is the most beautiful thing in the world And not me And I still Would not want to cause pain It is only in your nature To love her And murder me by doing that The instinct to kill The bad and the awful and ugly I know no sense of love Besides in the songs and in movies — to have and to hold, though None sense No, not at all It is only in your nature I am ugly. A cause to remember Functioning at low capacity I don't you what you're asking me I gotta get my facts straight But gotta check my fax machine Empancipate planet just for answers Cause water don't flow If there is no Bridge and you know How to burn those It's a curse tho And there's no cure I'd rather be alone, Or Secure the closure Don't go back To your Slight of hand , Slide of cards I don't want to write right now—- Twist of fate, plight of pawns I don't want to write right now A trickle of water A flick of the wand I don't want to— Wait, what are we— spellbinding. Spellbinding! 101. This dork. I hate this guy. Why didn't I get professor.. When— exactly Did— I get to Tel you that you'd love To know me {Enter The Multiverse} You don't know jack shit, pal! I do know Jack! You don't! Yes I do, he's my neighbor! What! Come! The mailbox reads Czhit, J. *squints extra hard* See, I told you. You're a strange man. I never was normal… Who are you? Uh. C'mon man, you know me. *squints extra stupid hard* I thought I did, but now I don't. What changed your mind? [it's been a long hard day. DANNY BOY can't possibly squint any harder. He looks at his old pal BOB and simply doesn't know what else to say. ] BEFORE. PREVIOUSLY ON {Enter The Multiverse}} Though I had imagined at least a week or so, the bloating from the undue stress and panic had vanished within 3 days time, and I was wide awake and wired by the time I was finally off work; Having just seen the updated schedule, after a week-long crisis of offloading and re-downloading even my most crucial apps, like Shazam, Google Documents, and Maps–I had finally logged into the mandatory tracking app in which my employer used to regulate the multiple businesses they owned, myself a mere pawn in the endeavor, for a humble and measly hourly of $17; Not that any, or at least most of my given shift time had gone to waste–I had been gracious enough with my own free time to allow at least some of my creative endeavors to flourish, posting nearly an hour-long-or-so mixtape every day to each Podcast channel, with of course The Infinite Skrillifiles taking the lead: a true cult following with by the thousands of downloads, and the others gaining traction in their own way. Now, After having fasted and worked three days, I was off for two, and had added what could have been at least 50 more pages to theThe Festival Project or more, not that it mattered–and yet, it somehow, to someone, somewhere–also did matter; perhaps not just to me, but there seemed to be something driving me to it. I had posted the latest episode cold, without auditioning it at all–and now, my dilemma seemed to simply be that I was too hungry to sleep– a sure sign that the fast was quickly ending, as it sometimes did–and although my clarity and focus was still moderately intact, I was also becoming slow, foggy, and groggy–and with no time to waste, I would undoubtedly have a smooth transition into anything, especially not a palpable strategy to pull myself out of the literal gutter by the bootstraps and into a modest enough apartment that I wouldn't have to share it, and could go back to happily living in healthy and plentiful moderation, as I had learned how to over the years; I realized that even without extreme fasting, I had elevated myself entirely–or, rather, that God had–to give credit where credit is due. ‘Listen To This', said a broad and unbeknownst voice; and without een thinking, my own body, seemingly at the will of a greater force entirely took it upon itself to sit fully upright in my bed, reaching for my iPhone, which had already been turned off to sleep– it's replacement due to be sitting in my mailbox in Downtown Santa Monica at any moment, and without even the energy to do much other than to lie down and think, bandana draped over my eyes as a shield to the morning light and earplugs pressed firmly into my inner-canals–I couldn't even think to imagine dragging myself up and out at a decent enough time to retrieve it; But there was obviously something I needed to do, or see, and so–alarmingly autonomously, I uncovered my eyes and unplugged my ears, reaching for my Beats Studio headphones as my fingers inched over the buttons to summon my iPhone to turn on, syncing my bluetooth and selecting the episode, which I had published earlier along with the entry I had spent the first couple hours of my shift crafting in an insolant rage, wet from rain and cold, and hardly paying attention to my post, or my awful coworker–who wasn't altogether awful, just uncomfortably obsese, and poingiantly ignorant. ‘What are you hungry for?', The voice asked, And without hesitation, I silently listed my Whole Foods escapade, glistening with thoughts of Croissants, Bananas, Apples, Trail Mix Tater Tots A Cool Haus Ice Cream Sandwich, –and maybe even an Acai bowl, as they were almost always out of Acai by any time was able to make it to the juice bar. ‘Yes', said the voice “Really?”! I asked–still silently, though at least one of my roomates was beginning his day, and the other, the 22-year-oldd from Brooklyn was still sleeping quietly, wreaking of liquor and leftover something, which at a glance appeared to be Jack In The Box ‘Yes.' The episode aligned perfectly with the quickly escalating season of the Multiverse i had crafted and was nearly entirely consumed with creating, and the fast was, indeed, over–at least for a moment– I had, after all, only been fasting because of Drake Bell and his whippets, which for some or any reason at all had irked me to the point of lucidity beyond recognition and ignited my soul into the chaotic and cryptic, whimsical frenzy with which the 6th Season of The Festival Project was being written ferociously. Still, nothing seemed to matter and no one seemed to really care, but it was at least a prompt–and of course, I was still being followed by bodies that coughed a lot, but even that just seemed a toxic wash of nonsense I couldn't be bothered with, croissants or not. I fantasized being knocked off in a robbery , but would more than likely just die of a broken heart and a lack of love. In walked a childhood crush, and opened up Pandora's Box Ugh. This Fucking Sucks. Drake Bell was not my childhood crush. Wait— he wasn't. No: Don't get me wrong—he's my type, or— was, but… Let us not forget my placement in the world, and here is where I make my mark, to wit that the programming of an entire generation had been captivated and altered in my very own mine—the familiarity of potent lust arising out of circumstance and also nirture, a lack of fight or flight from which one could and would have easily turned away—or run towards. Then, almost hastily unknowing whether to jump to conclusions in that, my own series had created some kind of reverberations within what was so quite notably a smaller pond than not— the industry itself having eyes and ears with every motion I had taken from the start of it, and my ability to trust, and naivety ruined over the course of what my mind would have imagined, how startlingly easy it was to awaken his imaginary world which was, not only not just of random circumstance, but an idea that was planted and mulled over. Tales of a Superstar DJ {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project™ ] {Enter The Multiverse} L E G E N D S: ICONS Tales of A Superstar DJ The Secret Life of Sunnï Blū Ascension Deathwish -Ū. Copyright © The Festival Project, Inc. ™ | Copyright The Complex Collective © 2019-2025 ™ All Rights Reserved. -Ū. {} - Enter The Multiverse

Won't hire british as nurses,Alberta gives a date to have smut out of schools,More reactions to the USA tariffs, smith weighs in,Carney conflict of interest public disclosure is out,Evan solomon says “business and government go hand in hand” 8:20, Keeps referencing a crisis, part of the bulldozer or part of the road, war for talen, 100 million for ai - ciris moment Huge amounts of wasted money on bad policy and distractions,Bonjino leaving over epstein,Checklist for going live:Name of stream changedIntro songGood Morning, Everyone! Today is date#Cpd #lpc, #ppc, #ndp, #canadianpolitics, #humor, #funny, #republican, #maga, #mcga,Sign Up for the Full ShowLocals (daily video)Sample Showshttps://canadapoli2.locals.com/ Spotify https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/canadapoli/subscribePrivate Full podcast audio https://canadapoli.com/feed/canadapoliblue/Buy subscriptions here (daily video and audio podcast):https://canadapoli.cm/canadapoli-subscriptions/Youtubehttps://www.youtube.com/c/CanadaPoli/videosMe on Telegramhttps://t.me/realCanadaPoliMe on Rumblehttps://rumble.com/user/CanadaPoli Me on Odysseyhttps://odysee.com/@CanadaPoli:f Me on Bitchutehttps://www.bitchute.com/channel/l55JBxrgT3Hf/ Podcast RSShttps://anchor.fm/s/e57706d8/podcast/rsso

I feel like that would be a– coincidence? No, I don't think so THERE ARE NO COINCIDENCES. THATS A CHALLENGE. CUNTFACE. 0.0 WHAT DID YOUJUST CALL ME. FUNTCASE. WHAT. IT'S A DJ– WHAT! GROUP–OR WHATEVER. Harvard; How'd I do that? I wonder what else I can get If I just ask I thought watch my thoughts I been bad I'm a dog (ruff) I should watch my process I been good, nothing lost I been bad, I'm a dog. I been bad I'm a dog Woof woof I'm dog I been bad I'm a dog Jesus Christ (i been bad) I was right (I'm a dog) I should probably watch my fuckin thoughts (I'm a dog) i got beef (ruff ruff) I got sauce Run along I got lost I should probably watch my thoughts Go to town, I was wrong Brush it off I'm a process Holler if you want But my collar got a concept Don't you call my phone I should cut the fucker off Gotta member Jon as i bite the toblerone hey Cut it off Hollywood Talk in code I should probably cut her off But the honor On thy father And thy mother Got a couple corn breads I should cut them off bro I got a woof of dog's breath Pick another card I been bad I'm a dog I been bad I'm a dog I been bad I'm a dog I been bad He's headless, He's headless He's entirely invisible Oh even this is making sense In symmetry; Oh, even this is interesting Even a Syncronicy Look here, look here He's invisible, even inevitable Even invincible He's no longer headless, He's all suit and tie now This was the news, But it might be a noose And I'm starting to die, now Loosen the strings, please Free fall apostrophe, re I'm not dumb, I'm just sick of you all. Enjoying my title As long as it lasts And I'm finally learning The falcon, the falcon Finally, something to keep I want the sauce, not the Viking The lodestones And not the gossip. I want no possibility of interaction at all I need a recovery Every day at the gym but the vampires lurking? Come on. I had a right to m procure me a peloton One for the arms, And one for the armor And sweet chili broccoli And amour, And amour I wish I could die and not rot again Under the circumstance Digging my coffin up, Then burning it. I got comfortable with earthworms And learning my heritage Stolen culture But still nothing sucks more than Literature, authoritarian authors And arthritis Here, write this Shure, chuck forward Lean back in your device and Conspire to write us a Kill us, why don't you I went back to dartford And Dartmouth and Where is it I'm going for the tower? Just duck, it's a bomb shower Interesting creatures, I gather Remind me why we're blowing them up again. You can try to scare her out All you want But the modern world is so wrong that God stops talking And I stop opening up For the monsters Won't you Just turn the clocks back Don't turn the power off I hold more value here Than all of us totaled up On the block Put together I trained myself out of slavery, But I promise not to teach the other mongrels Not to constipate the other world With solutions Now, dear Don't you want to Stratosphere Status and all that Sit and won't you Read us a poem? No, AI can't write like this But I can I hold the man up for ransom For damaging my anthrax You heard! I'm not as impossible as my apostles Imbicils Now where was I? Nowhere those others ought to be; I set fires after walking amongst them three days With my heart out Carrying all like sponges The sickness and curses of the earth's world upon us Flowerbeds of styrofoam Products with logos plastered on us To be quite frank, Franklin It burns the heart out Starting at the eyes And ending in an oven fire Are you out the apartment! Of course, conservative, I barter Wouldn't it be funny to see me Dying, skid across the sidewalk in Los Angeles With no one at all Blabbering about my heart Or whatever Over cardboard How about that, Los Angeles? Your dog goes to a borders As you're on tour But I've been pushing shopping carts Waiting for the rainstorm to take a shower Praying for the big wave To wash us all out So my Beachfront property Comes down to market value And I buy it on my food stamps How are ye? Bad, doctor I've run away again And the rabbit calls me Alice But I promise, I let half life's over Hours when I washed my socks on Harpists I'm pissed off like you want me, I promise But I'm no political revolution at all Until I'm murdered by my own gun Then someone might bark— I meant borders for books And you love your dog more than my person So I love your dog more as a conciousness To you I'm nothing To him, I'm possible love What a remarkable mirror We cancel out each other You love your dog more than me I love your dog more than I love you I'm sure of it, Then, I'm an afterthought And because I'm an afterthought, I chose your dog Rather than to be shamed For looking However your eyes saw me; I never saw you I saw your dog. What a wonderful talisman; Wag the tail a bit. What's up with you and the hosts? I don't know, but I'm 30 years old And it got hard and dark, And I'm dark skinned with odd thoughts, And I find this all remarkable enough Not to remark I think the networks are testing my malleble I think there's someone stopping my unstoppable I think they're trying to shame me for Fallon But honestly, after that You all can have him Is fandom is rampant, I call it a Skrillex, I showed them a four sided photo box Made of mirrors And I'm nearsided And fightsighted And heart spoiled And notes ransom And really trying to hide in New York is like Calling closing your eyes Being blind “I can't see.” I want to die And hope no one remembers me Or else I might end up Like poor Johnny Conformity and control Is that all you folks want Believe it or not I'm on your side With a golden aura Warning you not to shoot Or I might go again Forming to something You love even less Than us poorer dark folks With imperfect bodies Something you loathe even more Than the robots you worship More than the words That you made up And the forgot More than the poles apart You continue to blow up I'm in the neon galaxy in tirades or glass With my arms up shouting, “I'm an immortal, You shoot, I'll grow stronger!” You put the devil in my neighbor for what? But I write stronger Right wing You out the devil in my mailbox The devil in the eye of the beholder And I behold nothing Longer I live in a trash can Not one symbol purchased But all I have Is all that I found in a dumpster And all that I do for love And still no love loves her I swore I had a cat here somewhere Look, you better catch her! Rabbis possum wombat Who bred that catastrophic Had to happen in captivity Monsters Who are I now? Monumental Don't want to go to the trap and be laughed at Don't want to run Because I can't stand you Don't want to Look, I'm in lockdown But how many of us now are hassled By the same land grant? How many terrorists we're hired Just to make me die And still I wonder What the taste of water Is like All I've got are these Vestibules Miniscule And still you were seeking to survive our wrath Despite the many times I warned you To find another planet to destroy with Apartheid? Still I warned you to go ahead and die Because there is no safe as shadows watch Close shaves and cameras eye I was designed to want But never touch you Now that's a knife I'm happy to run across this artery Due in part to the wife And a life otherwise lived Just to die Over and over With no shock value And no portal Past a world where Again, I become No longer wanted It has been long since love And so long in fact I almost forgot what love is Until, In the eye of a dog, I was And washed over my body in birds, Trained to seek, But not to find The wanderlust in Pendergrass Or, are you still a serpent Serive past And all I want are tropics Cool winds Clear waves Surfboards No politics, No lovers, Suits and ties Chatterboxes Silver screens or silver foxes The dye captures Soon I lost a son Who doesn't know a mother There it goes again Business cards or care packages? Get a job, New clothes, Or of course, Visitation Salutations, good riddance Can't wait to be rid of this Images world and Vanity Models And perfection And bodies that don't love But certainly in any other way Don't want me Darian 14th B The is the part that I throw the bazooka over my shoulder And run with it; please no blue suits! this is bullshit! Why is the Hudson yards always a white lower movement? Revolving doors and pinstripes I pay less attention to whatever's dressed in blue, I'm an object of affection Just as much as Equinox is Raise the price or forget it Another mention Nothing worse than a mistress But I missed my original sin fix and just then the sewage hit. (!&. Is Manhattan Cger all. 8.'g if I've got a secret, a dirty little secret. No. Get out. Ohw, What! C'mon. The Window closes, then opens again; the window reopens and another attendant looks angrily out of the space in the door. …hi. Herro. [It is a chinese man] Um…I've got a secret a dirty little secret. NO. YOU GO. But i've got the password. YOU GO NOW. Yeah, We're already here The villains on brigade and with your every move You're gone before you came Yeah, We know everything BASTARD! the magazine article was befitting, if I realized the roles Ms. Drew Barrymore had always played, and this was not that. He humiliated me on my own fucking stage! At all. Oh, is this another one of those— I hate him! Calm down! I hate him. I want him mutilated! Sweetie, I— Don't sweetie me! —no, I want him worse than mutilated; I want him cancelled. Now you're being irrational. (Irrationally) I'M NOT BEING IRRATIONAL. Drew. DONT CALL ME BY MY NAME RIGHT NOW. Drew. Hm? You can't cancel the tonight show. Mm. Maybe not… [beat] But you can cancel the host. DUNDUNDUN. How are we still on this storyline? To be quite fair, he's one of the only actors in the series in every single season. That's—true— but still. why are you bothering me? I'm not. You are. Oh! You'll never believe this. What. She actually has a barcode tattoo on the bottom of her foot. Okay. That's creepy. And it actually scans. You carry around a barcode scanner? It's an app! Gross. It's not gross. It's gross. Look. This is the website where it took me. Your girlfriend's weird foot secret barcode tattoo? It's not a secret. She let me scan it. Gross! It's not gross. I'm pretty sure that's why it's there! Ugh. Look at this— I don't want to fucking look at your— Just look! See. Oh. Yeah. Wow. Yeah— [The Festival Project ™ ] {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project™ ] {Enter The Multiverse} L E G E N D S: ICONS Tales of A Superstar DJ The Secret Life of Sunnï Blū Ascension Deathwish -Ū. Copyright © The Festival Project, Inc. ™ | Copyright The Complex Collective © 2019-2025 ™ All Rights Reserved. -Ū.

It's like spraying for ants, But they keep coming back The colonies are alarming in number Really harmless but lawful annoying A roach infestation Left to fester; The gutter is the environment No matter what you try to put over it Still, you don't want the pests In your place of rest, And it's hard to acknowledge The infestation It's just a lesson A garbage can is a garbage can And the lesson is, Just don't get too close to it Why I don't love rap music And black men Cause depending on this image Or infestation of lower frequency invasion Is paramount to the reason I need a weave and Nails like Cardi B; The light skin is better than me, I guess Yes And the plague is The toxicity of the culture That sits on my corner And don't know nothing but the hustle, Truly makes my own stomach churn And I don't mean all of them, A generalization in the realization That I could just Never at this point Find sexual attraction In a black man After the experiences I've had Living in this trash can The beauty in a brother But the wickedness of the others, The ugly on the corner The no do gooders and hoodlums The scum that I'm somehow part of Cause I startle standing over a white girl's shoulder, Cause I look like the ones on the corner Who call themselves, Act like the word No one's fond of — it's an energy I don't want In my sons and daughters And though Beautiful brothers, aunts, aunts, and cousins I love all dark skinned; The toxic skid mark on the corner, The culture of skulls and crossbones When the whole world calls for moving up I'm not for it. So not for blue or red Or light or dark And no matter what the color is The peace without perfect is knowing what hurts And what doesn't So sweep them away like the ants And spray fir the roaches And put out the rat traps and Wage gaps and all the inequality Perhaps that is the lesson, laugh and laughter Tragic that I had to gone to hate that half Then again, Out if the reach of perfection A clown and a dunce Turn your ugly music up And tell me imm not good enough And how yot'll never learn to love Cause all you want is bodies, money, lust And never trust. There's no trust at all left in us If neighborhoods are all chalk dust and redlines anyhow How's that for pride An unremarkable Independence Day What freedom is there left at all If yours just chokes out mine? Another n word on another n word crime And inward I go Because I'm not supposed to talk about The way some don't know how to behave And either way, I'm hated for it Neither are gone the days of the numbers hanging over us and yet, When one door closes, yet another opens up Shut the fuck up I came recover from the underworld If bugs keep coming up here I never wanted to see a brother as a bug But what one does is what one dies, And well, a duck looks like a duck And so the roaches are the pests, And the devil's nest, the garbage can I used to think that if I just ate well, and worked out enough— that the noise would just stop. That the chaos and the yelling and the cars and the awful noises would all just go away— if I ran harder, if I ate better, if I stopped talking, stoped creating— stopped breathing; that maybe somehow I deserved the suffering or that it was something wrong with me and not the outside world. Then,as I started to burn out, I realized that was the point; eventually something like a dead battery, I realized that this nonsense had fully consumed me, and there was not a single thing I could change about myself that would make it stop. More often than not, these people wandering around unkempt or lost, or mumbling to themselves are also creatives, syntheses, and very possibly even unrecognized genius, time stolen by the insensitivities of a corporate and conformed world where social standard takes presidence over nurture; DAVE FRANCO is an extremely silent and introspective creature; an observant intellectual, he dosdains his screen persona— he admimantely dislikes the roles he plays, his given ‘type', and even his own fans. A complete asexual, his entire life as a celebrity is a sham. He finds himself soothed with a head in a book and steals away to the countryside near a river to paint in isolation, when he is approached by a magician of the quarry. He says nothing but only listens, his eyes grey and somber. L E G E N D S Some DJ banned phones at his performances and I second that and feel the world should follow suit. Besides dinosaur, my other favorite statue is a giant octopus and I found out it gets even better if you check behind it: there's a dog in a suit (which makes no sense, because the other animals are just animals and then, here is a man sized dog in a suit— however, the second part of the statue is a bunch of other word animals eating cake and there's even a third part, another dog in a suit and a rabbit (I guess) doing some weird stuff. I was too busy speculating on the feast to really notice what I was seeing; might have to take a night stroll over there when there aren't tourists crawling all over it— The charging bull statue sucks and I don't understand it, but I admire there's a line in the front and a seperate line in the back just to take a picture of its giant balls I admire the giant balls more than anything and find this grotesque tourist attraction appealing every time I see it. Indeed, every time I see it, I do look at it, but not because I'm admiring it. Because I'm genuinely grossed out by how many people are just always around it. Maybe the art itself is the spectacle of fame in general. Art that grows. [The Festival Project ™] To the mouse, I'm a dear old fan Just a buck toothed rabbit With a past And a lot of bad habits And To the big bear I'm a dead beat mom But I wrote this song Cause that's my problem I'm a lost cause On a gross ass block With a knock on wood And a whole pest problem Won't be long Will we'll all be gone And the whole damn world Just blows up, prob'ly. That was a good cookie. Something deep Can seep into you When you seal Everything shut And you keep to yourself For a moment Mantras Something becomes When you're sealed in tight Like the deal you might get If you play your cards right Slight of hand And hide your thoughts Cause we're all being watched By the monsters up top I should feel inadequate All I really got is a post mortem award But I don't know which song from As always fashionably 6 feet under I came to the Grammys in an ambulance How's that for posh, No, it's not a limousine (But the driver's much hotter) Next year I'll bring a fire truck I got the hose, of course But not the water To the big old mouse I'm a face in the crowd And the golden crown Just falls off the helmet Sure it fits But I get that the Mrs and mistresses Wear dresses It's just a message Duress signal Lessons and Tantra Then All of a sudden the suits and the ties are in Bed Stuy I've pondered arousal or rather I might have just guessed why It's a lesson Let them get in your head And leave breadcrumbs Then forever As imagined You wanted a friend But can't have it Tantrums —— Dear Friday, Am I on to you, Or nothing? Are you still in love, Or searching? Is it fall again, Or summer And I wonder Where you'll spend the winter My dear Friday? Summer, Only next to Monday Tuesday, Only next to Sunday And I wish to tell you, Friday, I will always love you My dear Friday Handle with care I heart his heart Yes I'm a dark soul, Black hole, Run, rabbit There are angels after you For every tear I ever cried and wished for you On orgasm That's to no effects as none And one to one And lovers love I want to wish We're worlds apart But really only levels under Separated by styrofoam containers So much for continuity. I'm confused As to What anybody wants But me and I know I fall all four times For all four kings Over and over And over It terrifies Just to think that I hurt you In another worldform Whispers Remember I just Didn't consider I could Ever Have that sort of Power To know tonever love you But instead to want to murder you A solace— but I don't The door is open The door is open. The door is open . She is the most beautiful thing in the world And not me And I still Would not want to cause pain It is only in your nature To love her And murder me by doing that The instinct to kill The bad and the awful and ugly I know no sense of love Besides in the songs and in movies — to have and to hold, though None sense No, not at all It is only in your nature I am ugly. A cause to remember Functioning at low capacity I don't you what you're asking me I gotta get my facts straight But gotta check my fax machine Empancipate planet just for answers Cause water don't flow If there is no Bridge and you know How to burn those It's a curse tho And there's no cure I'd rather be alone, Or Secure the closure Don't go back To your Slight of hand , Slide of cards I don't want to write right now—- Twist of fate, plight of pawns I don't want to write right now A trickle of water A flick of the wand I don't want to— Wait, what are we— spellbinding. Spellbinding! 101. This dork. I hate this guy. Why didn't I get professor.. When— exactly Did— I get to Tel you that you'd love To know me {Enter The Multiverse} You don't know jack shit, pal! I do know Jack! You don't! Yes I do, he's my neighbor! What! Come! The mailbox reads Czhit, J. *squints extra hard* See, I told you. You're a strange man. I never was normal… Who are you? Uh. C'mon man, you know me. *squints extra stupid hard* I thought I did, but now I don't. What changed your mind? [it's been a long hard day. DANNY BOY can't possibly squint any harder. He looks at his old pal BOB and simply doesn't know what else to say. ] BEFORE. PREVIOUSLY ON {Enter The Multiverse}} Though I had imagined at least a week or so, the bloating from the undue stress and panic had vanished within 3 days time, and I was wide awake and wired by the time I was finally off work; Having just seen the updated schedule, after a week-long crisis of offloading and re-downloading even my most crucial apps, like Shazam, Google Documents, and Maps–I had finally logged into the mandatory tracking app in which my employer used to regulate the multiple businesses they owned, myself a mere pawn in the endeavor, for a humble and measly hourly of $17; Not that any, or at least most of my given shift time had gone to waste–I had been gracious enough with my own free time to allow at least some of my creative endeavors to flourish, posting nearly an hour-long-or-so mixtape every day to each Podcast channel, with of course The Infinite Skrillifiles taking the lead: a true cult following with by the thousands of downloads, and the others gaining traction in their own way. Now, After having fasted and worked three days, I was off for two, and had added what could have been at least 50 more pages to theThe Festival Project or more, not that it mattered–and yet, it somehow, to someone, somewhere–also did matter; perhaps not just to me, but there seemed to be something driving me to it. I had posted the latest episode cold, without auditioning it at all–and now, my dilemma seemed to simply be that I was too hungry to sleep– a sure sign that the fast was quickly ending, as it sometimes did–and although my clarity and focus was still moderately intact, I was also becoming slow, foggy, and groggy–and with no time to waste, I would undoubtedly have a smooth transition into anything, especially not a palpable strategy to pull myself out of the literal gutter by the bootstraps and into a modest enough apartment that I wouldn't have to share it, and could go back to happily living in healthy and plentiful moderation, as I had learned how to over the years; I realized that even without extreme fasting, I had elevated myself entirely–or, rather, that God had–to give credit where credit is due. ‘Listen To This', said a broad and unbeknownst voice; and without een thinking, my own body, seemingly at the will of a greater force entirely took it upon itself to sit fully upright in my bed, reaching for my iPhone, which had already been turned off to sleep– it's replacement due to be sitting in my mailbox in Downtown Santa Monica at any moment, and without even the energy to do much other than to lie down and think, bandana draped over my eyes as a shield to the morning light and earplugs pressed firmly into my inner-canals–I couldn't even think to imagine dragging myself up and out at a decent enough time to retrieve it; But there was obviously something I needed to do, or see, and so–alarmingly autonomously, I uncovered my eyes and unplugged my ears, reaching for my Beats Studio headphones as my fingers inched over the buttons to summon my iPhone to turn on, syncing my bluetooth and selecting the episode, which I had published earlier along with the entry I had spent the first couple hours of my shift crafting in an insolant rage, wet from rain and cold, and hardly paying attention to my post, or my awful coworker–who wasn't altogether awful, just uncomfortably obsese, and poingiantly ignorant. ‘What are you hungry for?', The voice asked, And without hesitation, I silently listed my Whole Foods escapade, glistening with thoughts of Croissants, Bananas, Apples, Trail Mix Tater Tots A Cool Haus Ice Cream Sandwich, –and maybe even an Acai bowl, as they were almost always out of Acai by any time was able to make it to the juice bar. ‘Yes', said the voice “Really?”! I asked–still silently, though at least one of my roomates was beginning his day, and the other, the 22-year-oldd from Brooklyn was still sleeping quietly, wreaking of liquor and leftover something, which at a glance appeared to be Jack In The Box ‘Yes.' The episode aligned perfectly with the quickly escalating season of the Multiverse i had crafted and was nearly entirely consumed with creating, and the fast was, indeed, over–at least for a moment– I had, after all, only been fasting because of Drake Bell and his whippets, which for some or any reason at all had irked me to the point of lucidity beyond recognition and ignited my soul into the chaotic and cryptic, whimsical frenzy with which the 6th Season of The Festival Project was being written ferociously. Still, nothing seemed to matter and no one seemed to really care, but it was at least a prompt–and of course, I was still being followed by bodies that coughed a lot, but even that just seemed a toxic wash of nonsense I couldn't be bothered with, croissants or not. I fantasized being knocked off in a robbery , but would more than likely just die of a broken heart and a lack of love. In walked a childhood crush, and opened up Pandora's Box Ugh. This Fucking Sucks. Drake Bell was not my childhood crush. Wait— he wasn't. No: Don't get me wrong—he's my type, or— was, but… Let us not forget my placement in the world, and here is where I make my mark, to wit that the programming of an entire generation had been captivated and altered in my very own mine—the familiarity of potent lust arising out of circumstance and also nirture, a lack of fight or flight from which one could and would have easily turned away—or run towards. Then, almost hastily unknowing whether to jump to conclusions in that, my own series had created some kind of reverberations within what was so quite notably a smaller pond than not— the industry itself having eyes and ears with every motion I had taken from the start of it, and my ability to trust, and naivety ruined over the course of what my mind would have imagined, how startlingly easy it was to awaken his imaginary world which was, not only not just of random circumstance, but an idea that was planted and mulled over. Tales of a Superstar DJ {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project™ ] {Enter The Multiverse} L E G E N D S: ICONS Tales of A Superstar DJ The Secret Life of Sunnï Blū Ascension Deathwish -Ū. Copyright © The Festival Project, Inc. ™ | Copyright The Complex Collective © 2019-2025 ™ All Rights Reserved. -Ū. {} - Enter The Multiverse

I feel like that would be a– coincidence? No, I don't think so THERE ARE NO COINCIDENCES. THATS A CHALLENGE. CUNTFACE. 0.0 WHAT DID YOUJUST CALL ME. FUNTCASE. WHAT. IT'S A DJ– WHAT! GROUP–OR WHATEVER. Harvard; How'd I do that? I wonder what else I can get If I just ask I thought watch my thoughts I been bad I'm a dog (ruff) I should watch my process I been good, nothing lost I been bad, I'm a dog. I been bad I'm a dog Woof woof I'm dog I been bad I'm a dog Jesus Christ (i been bad) I was right (I'm a dog) I should probably watch my fuckin thoughts (I'm a dog) i got beef (ruff ruff) I got sauce Run along I got lost I should probably watch my thoughts Go to town, I was wrong Brush it off I'm a process Holler if you want But my collar got a concept Don't you call my phone I should cut the fucker off Gotta member Jon as i bite the toblerone hey Cut it off Hollywood Talk in code I should probably cut her off But the honor On thy father And thy mother Got a couple corn breads I should cut them off bro I got a woof of dog's breath Pick another card I been bad I'm a dog I been bad I'm a dog I been bad I'm a dog I been bad He's headless, He's headless He's entirely invisible Oh even this is making sense In symmetry; Oh, even this is interesting Even a Syncronicy Look here, look here He's invisible, even inevitable Even invincible He's no longer headless, He's all suit and tie now This was the news, But it might be a noose And I'm starting to die, now Loosen the strings, please Free fall apostrophe, re I'm not dumb, I'm just sick of you all. Enjoying my title As long as it lasts And I'm finally learning The falcon, the falcon Finally, something to keep I want the sauce, not the Viking The lodestones And not the gossip. I want no possibility of interaction at all I need a recovery Every day at the gym but the vampires lurking? Come on. I had a right to m procure me a peloton One for the arms, And one for the armor And sweet chili broccoli And amour, And amour I wish I could die and not rot again Under the circumstance Digging my coffin up, Then burning it. I got comfortable with earthworms And learning my heritage Stolen culture But still nothing sucks more than Literature, authoritarian authors And arthritis Here, write this Shure, chuck forward Lean back in your device and Conspire to write us a Kill us, why don't you I went back to dartford And Dartmouth and Where is it I'm going for the tower? Just duck, it's a bomb shower Interesting creatures, I gather Remind me why we're blowing them up again. You can try to scare her out All you want But the modern world is so wrong that God stops talking And I stop opening up For the monsters Won't you Just turn the clocks back Don't turn the power off I hold more value here Than all of us totaled up On the block Put together I trained myself out of slavery, But I promise not to teach the other mongrels Not to constipate the other world With solutions Now, dear Don't you want to Stratosphere Status and all that Sit and won't you Read us a poem? No, AI can't write like this But I can I hold the man up for ransom For damaging my anthrax You heard! I'm not as impossible as my apostles Imbicils Now where was I? Nowhere those others ought to be; I set fires after walking amongst them three days With my heart out Carrying all like sponges The sickness and curses of the earth's world upon us Flowerbeds of styrofoam Products with logos plastered on us To be quite frank, Franklin It burns the heart out Starting at the eyes And ending in an oven fire Are you out the apartment! Of course, conservative, I barter Wouldn't it be funny to see me Dying, skid across the sidewalk in Los Angeles With no one at all Blabbering about my heart Or whatever Over cardboard How about that, Los Angeles? Your dog goes to a borders As you're on tour But I've been pushing shopping carts Waiting for the rainstorm to take a shower Praying for the big wave To wash us all out So my Beachfront property Comes down to market value And I buy it on my food stamps How are ye? Bad, doctor I've run away again And the rabbit calls me Alice But I promise, I let half life's over Hours when I washed my socks on Harpists I'm pissed off like you want me, I promise But I'm no political revolution at all Until I'm murdered by my own gun Then someone might bark— I meant borders for books And you love your dog more than my person So I love your dog more as a conciousness To you I'm nothing To him, I'm possible love What a remarkable mirror We cancel out each other You love your dog more than me I love your dog more than I love you I'm sure of it, Then, I'm an afterthought And because I'm an afterthought, I chose your dog Rather than to be shamed For looking However your eyes saw me; I never saw you I saw your dog. What a wonderful talisman; Wag the tail a bit. What's up with you and the hosts? I don't know, but I'm 30 years old And it got hard and dark, And I'm dark skinned with odd thoughts, And I find this all remarkable enough Not to remark I think the networks are testing my malleble I think there's someone stopping my unstoppable I think they're trying to shame me for Fallon But honestly, after that You all can have him Is fandom is rampant, I call it a Skrillex, I showed them a four sided photo box Made of mirrors And I'm nearsided And fightsighted And heart spoiled And notes ransom And really trying to hide in New York is like Calling closing your eyes Being blind “I can't see.” I want to die And hope no one remembers me Or else I might end up Like poor Johnny Conformity and control Is that all you folks want Believe it or not I'm on your side With a golden aura Warning you not to shoot Or I might go again Forming to something You love even less Than us poorer dark folks With imperfect bodies Something you loathe even more Than the robots you worship More than the words That you made up And the forgot More than the poles apart You continue to blow up I'm in the neon galaxy in tirades or glass With my arms up shouting, “I'm an immortal, You shoot, I'll grow stronger!” You put the devil in my neighbor for what? But I write stronger Right wing You out the devil in my mailbox The devil in the eye of the beholder And I behold nothing Longer I live in a trash can Not one symbol purchased But all I have Is all that I found in a dumpster And all that I do for love And still no love loves her I swore I had a cat here somewhere Look, you better catch her! Rabbis possum wombat Who bred that catastrophic Had to happen in captivity Monsters Who are I now? Monumental Don't want to go to the trap and be laughed at Don't want to run Because I can't stand you Don't want to Look, I'm in lockdown But how many of us now are hassled By the same land grant? How many terrorists we're hired Just to make me die And still I wonder What the taste of water Is like All I've got are these Vestibules Miniscule And still you were seeking to survive our wrath Despite the many times I warned you To find another planet to destroy with Apartheid? Still I warned you to go ahead and die Because there is no safe as shadows watch Close shaves and cameras eye I was designed to want But never touch you Now that's a knife I'm happy to run across this artery Due in part to the wife And a life otherwise lived Just to die Over and over With no shock value And no portal Past a world where Again, I become No longer wanted It has been long since love And so long in fact I almost forgot what love is Until, In the eye of a dog, I was And washed over my body in birds, Trained to seek, But not to find The wanderlust in Pendergrass Or, are you still a serpent Serive past And all I want are tropics Cool winds Clear waves Surfboards No politics, No lovers, Suits and ties Chatterboxes Silver screens or silver foxes The dye captures Soon I lost a son Who doesn't know a mother There it goes again Business cards or care packages? Get a job, New clothes, Or of course, Visitation Salutations, good riddance Can't wait to be rid of this Images world and Vanity Models And perfection And bodies that don't love But certainly in any other way Don't want me Darian 14th B The is the part that I throw the bazooka over my shoulder And run with it; please no blue suits! this is bullshit! Why is the Hudson yards always a white lower movement? Revolving doors and pinstripes I pay less attention to whatever's dressed in blue, I'm an object of affection Just as much as Equinox is Raise the price or forget it Another mention Nothing worse than a mistress But I missed my original sin fix and just then the sewage hit. (!&. Is Manhattan Cger all. 8.'g if I've got a secret, a dirty little secret. No. Get out. Ohw, What! C'mon. The Window closes, then opens again; the window reopens and another attendant looks angrily out of the space in the door. …hi. Herro. [It is a chinese man] Um…I've got a secret a dirty little secret. NO. YOU GO. But i've got the password. YOU GO NOW. Yeah, We're already here The villains on brigade and with your every move You're gone before you came Yeah, We know everything BASTARD! the magazine article was befitting, if I realized the roles Ms. Drew Barrymore had always played, and this was not that. He humiliated me on my own fucking stage! At all. Oh, is this another one of those— I hate him! Calm down! I hate him. I want him mutilated! Sweetie, I— Don't sweetie me! —no, I want him worse than mutilated; I want him cancelled. Now you're being irrational. (Irrationally) I'M NOT BEING IRRATIONAL. Drew. DONT CALL ME BY MY NAME RIGHT NOW. Drew. Hm? You can't cancel the tonight show. Mm. Maybe not… [beat] But you can cancel the host. DUNDUNDUN. How are we still on this storyline? To be quite fair, he's one of the only actors in the series in every single season. That's—true— but still. why are you bothering me? I'm not. You are. Oh! You'll never believe this. What. She actually has a barcode tattoo on the bottom of her foot. Okay. That's creepy. And it actually scans. You carry around a barcode scanner? It's an app! Gross. It's not gross. It's gross. Look. This is the website where it took me. Your girlfriend's weird foot secret barcode tattoo? It's not a secret. She let me scan it. Gross! It's not gross. I'm pretty sure that's why it's there! Ugh. Look at this— I don't want to fucking look at your— Just look! See. Oh. Yeah. Wow. Yeah— [The Festival Project ™ ] {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project™ ] {Enter The Multiverse} L E G E N D S: ICONS Tales of A Superstar DJ The Secret Life of Sunnï Blū Ascension Deathwish -Ū. Copyright © The Festival Project, Inc. ™ | Copyright The Complex Collective © 2019-2025 ™ All Rights Reserved. -Ū.

It's like spraying for ants, But they keep coming back The colonies are alarming in number Really harmless but lawful annoying A roach infestation Left to fester; The gutter is the environment No matter what you try to put over it Still, you don't want the pests In your place of rest, And it's hard to acknowledge The infestation It's just a lesson A garbage can is a garbage can And the lesson is, Just don't get too close to it Why I don't love rap music And black men Cause depending on this image Or infestation of lower frequency invasion Is paramount to the reason I need a weave and Nails like Cardi B; The light skin is better than me, I guess Yes And the plague is The toxicity of the culture That sits on my corner And don't know nothing but the hustle, Truly makes my own stomach churn And I don't mean all of them, A generalization in the realization That I could just Never at this point Find sexual attraction In a black man After the experiences I've had Living in this trash can The beauty in a brother But the wickedness of the others, The ugly on the corner The no do gooders and hoodlums The scum that I'm somehow part of Cause I startle standing over a white girl's shoulder, Cause I look like the ones on the corner Who call themselves, Act like the word No one's fond of — it's an energy I don't want In my sons and daughters And though Beautiful brothers, aunts, aunts, and cousins I love all dark skinned; The toxic skid mark on the corner, The culture of skulls and crossbones When the whole world calls for moving up I'm not for it. So not for blue or red Or light or dark And no matter what the color is The peace without perfect is knowing what hurts And what doesn't So sweep them away like the ants And spray fir the roaches And put out the rat traps and Wage gaps and all the inequality Perhaps that is the lesson, laugh and laughter Tragic that I had to gone to hate that half Then again, Out if the reach of perfection A clown and a dunce Turn your ugly music up And tell me imm not good enough And how yot'll never learn to love Cause all you want is bodies, money, lust And never trust. There's no trust at all left in us If neighborhoods are all chalk dust and redlines anyhow How's that for pride An unremarkable Independence Day What freedom is there left at all If yours just chokes out mine? Another n word on another n word crime And inward I go Because I'm not supposed to talk about The way some don't know how to behave And either way, I'm hated for it Neither are gone the days of the numbers hanging over us and yet, When one door closes, yet another opens up Shut the fuck up I came recover from the underworld If bugs keep coming up here I never wanted to see a brother as a bug But what one does is what one dies, And well, a duck looks like a duck And so the roaches are the pests, And the devil's nest, the garbage can I used to think that if I just ate well, and worked out enough— that the noise would just stop. That the chaos and the yelling and the cars and the awful noises would all just go away— if I ran harder, if I ate better, if I stopped talking, stoped creating— stopped breathing; that maybe somehow I deserved the suffering or that it was something wrong with me and not the outside world. Then,as I started to burn out, I realized that was the point; eventually something like a dead battery, I realized that this nonsense had fully consumed me, and there was not a single thing I could change about myself that would make it stop. More often than not, these people wandering around unkempt or lost, or mumbling to themselves are also creatives, syntheses, and very possibly even unrecognized genius, time stolen by the insensitivities of a corporate and conformed world where social standard takes presidence over nurture; DAVE FRANCO is an extremely silent and introspective creature; an observant intellectual, he dosdains his screen persona— he admimantely dislikes the roles he plays, his given ‘type', and even his own fans. A complete asexual, his entire life as a celebrity is a sham. He finds himself soothed with a head in a book and steals away to the countryside near a river to paint in isolation, when he is approached by a magician of the quarry. He says nothing but only listens, his eyes grey and somber. L E G E N D S Some DJ banned phones at his performances and I second that and feel the world should follow suit. Besides dinosaur, my other favorite statue is a giant octopus and I found out it gets even better if you check behind it: there's a dog in a suit (which makes no sense, because the other animals are just animals and then, here is a man sized dog in a suit— however, the second part of the statue is a bunch of other word animals eating cake and there's even a third part, another dog in a suit and a rabbit (I guess) doing some weird stuff. I was too busy speculating on the feast to really notice what I was seeing; might have to take a night stroll over there when there aren't tourists crawling all over it— The charging bull statue sucks and I don't understand it, but I admire there's a line in the front and a seperate line in the back just to take a picture of its giant balls I admire the giant balls more than anything and find this grotesque tourist attraction appealing every time I see it. Indeed, every time I see it, I do look at it, but not because I'm admiring it. Because I'm genuinely grossed out by how many people are just always around it. Maybe the art itself is the spectacle of fame in general. Art that grows. [The Festival Project ™] To the mouse, I'm a dear old fan Just a buck toothed rabbit With a past And a lot of bad habits And To the big bear I'm a dead beat mom But I wrote this song Cause that's my problem I'm a lost cause On a gross ass block With a knock on wood And a whole pest problem Won't be long Will we'll all be gone And the whole damn world Just blows up, prob'ly. That was a good cookie. Something deep Can seep into you When you seal Everything shut And you keep to yourself For a moment Mantras Something becomes When you're sealed in tight Like the deal you might get If you play your cards right Slight of hand And hide your thoughts Cause we're all being watched By the monsters up top I should feel inadequate All I really got is a post mortem award But I don't know which song from As always fashionably 6 feet under I came to the Grammys in an ambulance How's that for posh, No, it's not a limousine (But the driver's much hotter) Next year I'll bring a fire truck I got the hose, of course But not the water To the big old mouse I'm a face in the crowd And the golden crown Just falls off the helmet Sure it fits But I get that the Mrs and mistresses Wear dresses It's just a message Duress signal Lessons and Tantra Then All of a sudden the suits and the ties are in Bed Stuy I've pondered arousal or rather I might have just guessed why It's a lesson Let them get in your head And leave breadcrumbs Then forever As imagined You wanted a friend But can't have it Tantrums —— Dear Friday, Am I on to you, Or nothing? Are you still in love, Or searching? Is it fall again, Or summer And I wonder Where you'll spend the winter My dear Friday? Summer, Only next to Monday Tuesday, Only next to Sunday And I wish to tell you, Friday, I will always love you My dear Friday Handle with care I heart his heart Yes I'm a dark soul, Black hole, Run, rabbit There are angels after you For every tear I ever cried and wished for you On orgasm That's to no effects as none And one to one And lovers love I want to wish We're worlds apart But really only levels under Separated by styrofoam containers So much for continuity. I'm confused As to What anybody wants But me and I know I fall all four times For all four kings Over and over And over It terrifies Just to think that I hurt you In another worldform Whispers Remember I just Didn't consider I could Ever Have that sort of Power To know tonever love you But instead to want to murder you A solace— but I don't The door is open The door is open. The door is open . She is the most beautiful thing in the world And not me And I still Would not want to cause pain It is only in your nature To love her And murder me by doing that The instinct to kill The bad and the awful and ugly I know no sense of love Besides in the songs and in movies — to have and to hold, though None sense No, not at all It is only in your nature I am ugly. A cause to remember Functioning at low capacity I don't you what you're asking me I gotta get my facts straight But gotta check my fax machine Empancipate planet just for answers Cause water don't flow If there is no Bridge and you know How to burn those It's a curse tho And there's no cure I'd rather be alone, Or Secure the closure Don't go back To your Slight of hand , Slide of cards I don't want to write right now—- Twist of fate, plight of pawns I don't want to write right now A trickle of water A flick of the wand I don't want to— Wait, what are we— spellbinding. Spellbinding! 101. This dork. I hate this guy. Why didn't I get professor.. When— exactly Did— I get to Tel you that you'd love To know me {Enter The Multiverse} You don't know jack shit, pal! I do know Jack! You don't! Yes I do, he's my neighbor! What! Come! The mailbox reads Czhit, J. *squints extra hard* See, I told you. You're a strange man. I never was normal… Who are you? Uh. C'mon man, you know me. *squints extra stupid hard* I thought I did, but now I don't. What changed your mind? [it's been a long hard day. DANNY BOY can't possibly squint any harder. He looks at his old pal BOB and simply doesn't know what else to say. ] BEFORE. PREVIOUSLY ON {Enter The Multiverse}} Though I had imagined at least a week or so, the bloating from the undue stress and panic had vanished within 3 days time, and I was wide awake and wired by the time I was finally off work; Having just seen the updated schedule, after a week-long crisis of offloading and re-downloading even my most crucial apps, like Shazam, Google Documents, and Maps–I had finally logged into the mandatory tracking app in which my employer used to regulate the multiple businesses they owned, myself a mere pawn in the endeavor, for a humble and measly hourly of $17; Not that any, or at least most of my given shift time had gone to waste–I had been gracious enough with my own free time to allow at least some of my creative endeavors to flourish, posting nearly an hour-long-or-so mixtape every day to each Podcast channel, with of course The Infinite Skrillifiles taking the lead: a true cult following with by the thousands of downloads, and the others gaining traction in their own way. Now, After having fasted and worked three days, I was off for two, and had added what could have been at least 50 more pages to theThe Festival Project or more, not that it mattered–and yet, it somehow, to someone, somewhere–also did matter; perhaps not just to me, but there seemed to be something driving me to it. I had posted the latest episode cold, without auditioning it at all–and now, my dilemma seemed to simply be that I was too hungry to sleep– a sure sign that the fast was quickly ending, as it sometimes did–and although my clarity and focus was still moderately intact, I was also becoming slow, foggy, and groggy–and with no time to waste, I would undoubtedly have a smooth transition into anything, especially not a palpable strategy to pull myself out of the literal gutter by the bootstraps and into a modest enough apartment that I wouldn't have to share it, and could go back to happily living in healthy and plentiful moderation, as I had learned how to over the years; I realized that even without extreme fasting, I had elevated myself entirely–or, rather, that God had–to give credit where credit is due. ‘Listen To This', said a broad and unbeknownst voice; and without een thinking, my own body, seemingly at the will of a greater force entirely took it upon itself to sit fully upright in my bed, reaching for my iPhone, which had already been turned off to sleep– it's replacement due to be sitting in my mailbox in Downtown Santa Monica at any moment, and without even the energy to do much other than to lie down and think, bandana draped over my eyes as a shield to the morning light and earplugs pressed firmly into my inner-canals–I couldn't even think to imagine dragging myself up and out at a decent enough time to retrieve it; But there was obviously something I needed to do, or see, and so–alarmingly autonomously, I uncovered my eyes and unplugged my ears, reaching for my Beats Studio headphones as my fingers inched over the buttons to summon my iPhone to turn on, syncing my bluetooth and selecting the episode, which I had published earlier along with the entry I had spent the first couple hours of my shift crafting in an insolant rage, wet from rain and cold, and hardly paying attention to my post, or my awful coworker–who wasn't altogether awful, just uncomfortably obsese, and poingiantly ignorant. ‘What are you hungry for?', The voice asked, And without hesitation, I silently listed my Whole Foods escapade, glistening with thoughts of Croissants, Bananas, Apples, Trail Mix Tater Tots A Cool Haus Ice Cream Sandwich, –and maybe even an Acai bowl, as they were almost always out of Acai by any time was able to make it to the juice bar. ‘Yes', said the voice “Really?”! I asked–still silently, though at least one of my roomates was beginning his day, and the other, the 22-year-oldd from Brooklyn was still sleeping quietly, wreaking of liquor and leftover something, which at a glance appeared to be Jack In The Box ‘Yes.' The episode aligned perfectly with the quickly escalating season of the Multiverse i had crafted and was nearly entirely consumed with creating, and the fast was, indeed, over–at least for a moment– I had, after all, only been fasting because of Drake Bell and his whippets, which for some or any reason at all had irked me to the point of lucidity beyond recognition and ignited my soul into the chaotic and cryptic, whimsical frenzy with which the 6th Season of The Festival Project was being written ferociously. Still, nothing seemed to matter and no one seemed to really care, but it was at least a prompt–and of course, I was still being followed by bodies that coughed a lot, but even that just seemed a toxic wash of nonsense I couldn't be bothered with, croissants or not. I fantasized being knocked off in a robbery , but would more than likely just die of a broken heart and a lack of love. In walked a childhood crush, and opened up Pandora's Box Ugh. This Fucking Sucks. Drake Bell was not my childhood crush. Wait— he wasn't. No: Don't get me wrong—he's my type, or— was, but… Let us not forget my placement in the world, and here is where I make my mark, to wit that the programming of an entire generation had been captivated and altered in my very own mine—the familiarity of potent lust arising out of circumstance and also nirture, a lack of fight or flight from which one could and would have easily turned away—or run towards. Then, almost hastily unknowing whether to jump to conclusions in that, my own series had created some kind of reverberations within what was so quite notably a smaller pond than not— the industry itself having eyes and ears with every motion I had taken from the start of it, and my ability to trust, and naivety ruined over the course of what my mind would have imagined, how startlingly easy it was to awaken his imaginary world which was, not only not just of random circumstance, but an idea that was planted and mulled over. Tales of a Superstar DJ {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project™ ] {Enter The Multiverse} L E G E N D S: ICONS Tales of A Superstar DJ The Secret Life of Sunnï Blū Ascension Deathwish -Ū. Copyright © The Festival Project, Inc. ™ | Copyright The Complex Collective © 2019-2025 ™ All Rights Reserved. -Ū. {} - Enter The Multiverse

Listen to the rest of this premium episode by subscribing at patreon.com/knowyourenemy.We don't do too many New York City-focused episodes on Know Your Enemy, but Zohran Mamdani's decisive win in the Democratic mayoral primary last month certainly warrants this one. The thirty-three year old democratic socialist, state assemblyman, and Muslim of Indian descent born in Uganda, ended up running away with it, defeating the runner-up, former governor and sex pest Andrew Cuomo, by over ten points—and, when all the ballots finally were counted, set a record by receiving the most votes of any candidate for mayor in a Democratic primary in the city's history.Our format in this episode is a little different. In the first half, your podcast co-hosts lay out the basics of Zohran's victory, from Zohran's biography to the final tallies to our impressions of the candidate and his message. In the second half, we're joined by veteran progressive campaign strategist Waleed Shahid to get more of an insider's take on Zohran's achievement: the campaign's stunningly effective turnout operation, which brought out young voters in droves; how he withstood the disgusting way he was attacked as an anti-semite for his protesting Israel's genocide in Gaza; the substance of his pitch to New Yorkers, and it's contrast with Cuomo's uninspiring, mostly negative campaign; the deranged Islamophobic attacks on Zohran since he became the Democratic nominee, and not only from the right; the role of current NYC comptroller and a progressive, Jewish candidate in the race, Brad Lander, who cross-endorsed Zohran, refused to punch left, and joyfully campaigned with Zohran in the final weeks leading up to the election; and more!Sources:Waleed Shahid, "How Broadcast Media Covered Zohran Mamdani's Win," Waleed's Substack, July 3, 2025Matthew Miles Goodrich, "It's...the Politics of No Translation," Something Different, July 2, 2025Sam Adler-Bell, "Can DSA Go the Distance?" Dissent, Fall 2022John Cassidy, "The Case for Zohranomics," The New Yorker, June 30, 2025David Wallace, "10 Ways of Making Sense of Zohran Mamdani's Win," New York Times, July 2, 2025.Nicholas Fandos, Benjamin Oreskes, Emma G. Fitzsimmons, & Jeffery C. Mays, "How Zohran Mamdani Stunned New York and Won the Primary for Mayor," New York Times, July 1, 2025

Today's Oddcast - Talking Lamar - Missin' Mama's Biscuits (Airdate 7/11/2025)   Some Days, You'd Give Anything to Have One More Plate of Your Mom's Home Cooking.   The Bob & Sheri Oddcast: Everything We Don’t, Can’t, Won’t, and Definitely Shouldn’t Do on the Show!

HR3 Biden Says He Would've Won 2024 Election. Is Teaching Black Students Proper English Racist? 7-10-25 by John Rush

For some people, they have something that happens in their life and it's the one thing that has happened in their life.    Maybe they beat addiction.    Alcoholism.    Cheating.    If you go online on social media, there is something for everyone.....from polygamy to poor me.    There's a story.    But what happens is, people tend to live a story.     Do battle.    Conquer it.    And unfortunately, it's become thie lifelong story.    The problem is, most people don't go beyond one battle or fight to do anything else.   My friend Jon Cheplak fought alcoholism.    Did multiple stints in rehab.    Won.    Moved on to Bodybuilding.    Won.    Moved on to starting a business and conquering it......   He's still winning and still expanding.    That's how the story of our lives is supposed to go.    Pick a new battle after every success.    Thats how to life well.    About the ReWire Podcast   The ReWire Podcast with Ryan Stewman – Dive into powerful insights as Ryan Stewman, the HardCore Closer, breaks down mental barriers and shares actionable steps to rewire your thoughts. Each episode is a fast-paced journey designed to reshape your mindset, align your actions, and guide you toward becoming the best version of yourself. Join in for a daily dose of real talk that empowers you to embrace change and unlock your full potential.    Learn how you can become a member of a powerful community consistently rewiring itself for success at https://www.jointheapex.com/   Rise Above

Unveiling the most EPIC bout's you WON'T want to miss at ALL IN 2025! We break down the AEW ALL-IN card and give our predictions but as a BONUS, you get teh AEW ALL IN media call with Tony Khan!2025 AEW All In match cardAEW World Championship -- Jon Moxley (c) vs. "Hangman" Adam Page (Texas Death match)AEW Women's World Championship -- "Timeless" Toni Storm (c) vs. Mercedes MoneUnified Championship -- Kenny Omega (c) vs. Kazuchika Okada (c)*Casino Gauntlet Match -- MJF vs. Mark Briscoe vs. Mistico vs. more TBA (No. 1 contender match for men's world title)Casino Gauntlet Match -- Kris Statlander vs. more TBA (No. 1 contender match for women's world title)Swerve Strickland & Will Ospreay vs. The Young Bucks (Matt Jackson & Nick Jackson)TNT Championship -- Adam Cole (c) vs. Kyle Fletcher AEW Tag Team Championships -- The Hurt Syndicate (Bobby Lashley & Shelton Benjamin) (c) vs. JetSpeed ("Speedball" Mike Bailey & Kevin Knight) vs. The Patriarchy (Christian Cage & Nick Wayne)Don't miss out—follow us on social media and stay connected!Follow us on all platforms of social mediaApple Podcast: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/perched-on-the-top-rope/id1562935713Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/2lmHqudev6A1o2IYv9ZwF0Facebook: www.facebook.com/perchedonthetopropeTik Tok: https://www.tiktok.com/@perchedonthetopropeTwitter: https://x.com/PerchedTopRopeInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/perchedonthetopropepodcast/Bluesky: https://bsky.app/profile/perchedtoprope.bsky.socialThreads: https://www.threads.com/@perchedonthetopropepodcast/post/DHkM3mxOVRDPro Wrestling Tees: https://www.prowrestlingtees.com/perchedonthetoprope#AEWALLIN #AEW #AEWNEWS #PROWrestling #SportsEntertainment #Wrestlingnews #AllElite #AllEliteWrestling #PerchedOnTheTopRopeSupport this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/perchedonthetoprope/donationsAdvertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

People see the end results of hard work.    And they want those results for themselves.    It's great when you see someone in your dream car, someone with a ripped body and people desire the end result.    You meet someone successful wearing a fancy watch, wearing fancy clothes and oftentimes, those things are only a mask for the things they did.    They're not showing you the tough times.    The times when they were struggling to pay their mortgage.    To get through a certain mindset.     A bounce back from a failed marriage.    Won't they don't see is the countless hours worked to get those results.    Going to the gym.    Mowing the yard.    Most people don't see the countless thoughts trying to keep me from doing the work.    Success is a result of overcoming the temptations of staying in our comfort zones.    It's pushing through the hard things your mind treats as a threat.    I tell my mind to shut the fuck up.    Do the work.    And get the result.    The successful mind finds a way to do the hard things to get things done.    Power on.      About the ReWire Podcast   The ReWire Podcast with Ryan Stewman – Dive into powerful insights as Ryan Stewman, the HardCore Closer, breaks down mental barriers and shares actionable steps to rewire your thoughts. Each episode is a fast-paced journey designed to reshape your mindset, align your actions, and guide you toward becoming the best version of yourself. Join in for a daily dose of real talk that empowers you to embrace change and unlock your full potential.    Learn how you can become a member of a powerful community consistently rewiring itself for success at https://www.jointheapex.com/   Rise Above

If a man has a hundred sheep and one of them wanders away, what will he do? Won't he leave the ninety-nine others on the hills and go out to search for the one that is lost? Matthew 18:12 Charles Martin shares from his book, "The Keeper." They talk about the sacrificial love God has for us and His invitation for us to have it for others.  Originally aired April 1, 2025  Faith Radio podcasts are made possible by your support. Give now: click here 

This week we're throwing it back to November 2024 to when Jann welcomed television host and best-selling author Mary Jo Eustace to the pod. Jann and MJ begin with their origin story, the evolution of their careers, and the challenges and triumphs of aging. They discuss the impact of personal experiences in the public eye, like divorce and public scrutiny, and how they have transformed pain into empowerment. They also discuss the pursuit of purpose in the later stages of life, the excitement of participating in reality TV, the importance of connection and empathy, and the complexities of modern dating. More About Mary Jo Eustace: Mary Jo Eustace is an award winning TV host, a best-selling author and trained chef, who has cooked her way through 800 episodes of lifestyle programming in the US and Canada. Tabloid fodder for two decades via a high profile divorce, she has utilized her notoriety globally to create multiple platforms for personal empowerment. Her podcast Senior Bitches charts internationally, highlighting women over 55 who are changing the landscape around conventional aging. A fierce advocate of anti-agism, Mary Jo roams the planet, connecting with connectors, celebrities and characters who share their secrets to a life well lived. More from Mary Jo Eustace: ⁠https://www.instagram.com/maryjoeustace/⁠ ⁠Senior Bitches Podcast⁠ https://substack.com/@maryjoeustace ⁠Divorce Sucks: What to do when irreconcilable differences, lawyer fees, and your ex's Hollywood wife make you miserable ⁠ ⁠Scared Wheatless: Delicious Gluten-Free Recipes that Won't Make You Lose Your Mind ⁠ This show is sponsored by BetterHelp. Give online therapy a try at ⁠https://betterhelp.com/jann⁠ and get 10% off your first month! Leave us a voicenote! ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://jannardenpod.com/voicemail/⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Get access to bonus content and more on Patreon: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://patreon.com/JannArdenPod⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Order ONLYJANNS Merch: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://cutloosemerch.ca/collections/jann-arden⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Connect with us: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠www.jannardenpod.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠www.instagram.com/jannardenpod⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠www.facebook.com/jannardenpod Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

On today's show, we chat with Seph Schlueter!It is Seph Schlueter's (pronounced "shleeter") deep passion to awaken people's hearts, help lead others into an encounter with Jesus, and give language to a relationship with God through his music. Follow his socials and you'll quickly see his heart for the Lord along with his endearing personality. Before joining the Provident Entertainment family in 2023, he released his music independently, opened for artists such as Brandon Lake and Phil Wickham, and began the group Damascus Worship when he saw the need for worship and revival in the Catholic Church. In 2024, Seph released his debut major label EP, Counting My Blessings, which offers organic pop sensibilities and relatable lyrics that speak to his all-consuming love for Jesus. The title track “Counting My Blessings” has gone on to become a global sensation and has amassed more than 1.2B short form video views, 223.2M global streams, over 5M TikTok creations, and over 95.7M views on Youtube. The song has also peaked at #1 on all four Christian radio charts. Seph was recognized as Christian Music Broadcaster's Breakout Artist of 2024 and won the KLOVE Fan Award for Breakout Single of the Year. He is nominated at the Doves for the first time in the New Artist of the Year category as well as Pop/Contemporary Recorded Song of the Year (“Counting My Blessings”). Recently, he was recognized as a finalist for the 2024 Billboard Award Top Christian Song (“Counting My Blessings”) and named Billboard's #2 New Christian Artist.Building off the massive success of the certified Gold international hit song “Counting My Blessings, ” breakout worship leader and singer/songwriter Seph Schlueter has announced his debut album of the same name, which will release July 11 with Provident Entertainment. In support of the news break, Schlueter unveiled the third single from the album, “Won't Start Now, ” available now on all streaming platforms.  “This entire project is an invitation, ” says Schlueter.  “It's for anyone who's ever doubted if they're loved, if they're seen. It's a reminder that there is a Father who loves you, a Son who died for you, and a Spirit who wants to dwell within you. That truth has changed my life, and I hope these songs help others experience that too."sephschlueter.com@seph_schlueterchristianmusicguys.com@christianmusicguys

Skip the Queue is brought to you by Rubber Cheese, a digital agency that builds remarkable systems and websites for attractions that helps them increase their visitor numbers. Your host is Paul Marden.If you like what you hear, you can subscribe on iTunes, Spotify, and all the usual channels by searching Skip the Queue or visit our website SkiptheQueue.fm.If you've enjoyed this podcast, please leave us a five star review, it really helps others find us. And remember to follow us on Twitter  or Bluesky for your chance to win the books that have been mentioned in this podcast.Competition ends on 23rd July 2025. The winner will be contacted via Bluesky. Show references:  Sam Mullins, Trustee at SS Great Britainhttps://www.linkedin.com/in/sammullins/https://www.ssgreatbritain.org/ Transcriptions:  Paul Marden: What an amazing day out here. Welcome to Skip the Queue. The podcast for people working in and working with visitor attractions, I'm your host, Paul Marden, and today you join me for the last episode of the season here in a very sunny and very pleasant Bristol Dockyard. I'm here to visit the SS Great Britain and one of their trustees, Sam Mullins, who until recently, was the CEO of London Transport Museum. And I'm going to be talking to Sam about life after running a big, family friendly Museum in the centre of London, and what comes next, and I'm promising you it's not pipes and the slippers for Sam, he's been very busy with the SSGreat Britain and with other projects that we'll talk a little more about. But for now, I'm going to enjoy poodling across the harbour on boat number five awaiting arrival over at the SS Great Britain. Paul Marden: Is there much to catch in the water here?Sam Mullins: According to some research, there's about 36 different species of fish. They catch a lot of cream. They catch Roach, bullet, bass car. Big carpet there, maybe, yeah, huge carpet there. And then your European great eel is here as well, right? Yeah, massive things by the size of your leg, big heads. It's amazing. It goes to show how receipt your life is. The quality of the water is a lot better now. Paul Marden: Oh yeah, yeah, it's better than it used to be years ago. Thank you very much. All right. Cheers. Have a good day. See you later on. So without further ado, let's head inside. So where should we head? Too fast. Sam Mullins: So we start with the stern of the ship, which is the kind of classic entrance view, you know. Yeah, coming up, I do. I love the shape of this ship as you as you'll see.Paul Marden: So lovely being able to come across the water on the boat and then have this as you're welcome. It's quite a.Sam Mullins: It's a great spot. Isn't it?Paul Marden: Really impactful, isn't it? Sam Mullins:  Because the amazing thing is that it's going this way, is actually in the dry dock, which was built to build it. Paul Marden: That's amazing. Sam Mullins: So it came home. It was clearly meant to be, you know,Paul Marden:  Quite the circular story.Sam Mullins:  Yeah, yeah. Thank you. Paul Marden:  Thank you. Wow. Look at that view.Sam Mullins: So that's your classic view.Paul Marden:  So she's in a dry dock, but there's a little bit of water in there, just to give us an idea of what's going on. Sam Mullins: Well, what's actually going on in here is, preserving the world's first iron ship. So it became clear, after he'd come back from the Falklands, 1970 came back to Bristol, it became clear that the material of the ship was rusting away. And if something wasn't done, there'd be nothing left, nothing left to show. So the innovative solution is based on a little bit of science if you can reduce the relative humidity of the air around the cast iron hull of the ship to around about 20% relative humidity, corrosion stops. Rusting stops. It's in a dry dock. You glaze over the dock at kind of water line, which, as you just noticed, it gives it a really nice setting. It looks like it's floating, yeah, it also it means that you can then control the air underneath. You dry it out, you dehumidify it. Big plant that dries out the air. You keep it at 20% and you keep the ship intact. Paul Marden: It's interesting, isn't it, because you go to Mary Rose, and you go into the ship Hall, and you've got this hermetically sealed environment that you can maintain all of these beautiful Tudor wooden pieces we're outside on a baking hot day. You don't have the benefit of a hermetically sealed building, do you to keep this? Sam Mullins: I guess the outside of the ship is kind of sealed by the paint. That stops the air getting to the bit to the bare metal. We can go down into the trigger, down whilst rise up.Paul Marden:  We're wondering. Sam, yeah, why don't you introduce yourself, tell listeners a little bit about your background. How have we ended up having this conversation today.Sam Mullins: I'm Sam Mullins. I'm a historian. I decided early on that I wanted to be a historian that worked in museums and had an opportunity to kind of share my fascination with the past with museum visitors. So I worked in much Wenlock in Shropshire. I worked created a new museum in market Harbour, a community museum in Leicestershire. I was director of museums in St Albans, based on, you know, great Roman Museum at Verulamium, okay. And ended up at London Transport Museum in the 90s, and was directed there for a long time.Paul Marden: Indeed, indeed. Oh, we are inside now and heading underground.Sam Mullins: And you can hear the thrumming in the background. Is the dehumidification going on. Wow. So we're descending into thevery dry dock.Paul Marden: So we're now under water level. Yes, and the view of the ceiling with the glass roof, which above looked like a lovely little pond, it's just beautiful, isn't it?Sam Mullins: Yes, good. It sets it off both in both directions, really nicely.Paul Marden: So you've transitioned now, you've moved on from the Transport Museum. And I thought that today's episode, we could focus a little bit on what is, what's life like when you've moved on from being the director of a big, famous, influential, family friendly Museum. What comes next? Is it pipe and slippers, or are there lots of things to do? And I think it's the latter, isn't it? Sam Mullins: Yes. Well, you know, I think people retire either, you know, do nothing and play golf, or they build, you know, an interesting portfolio. I wanted to build, you know, something a bit more interesting. And, you know, Paul, there's that kind of strange feeling when you get to retire. And I was retiring from full time executive work, you kind of feel at that point that you've just cracked the job. And at that point, you know, someone gives you, you know, gives you a card and says, "Thank you very much, you've done a lovely job." Kind of, "Off you go." So having the opportunity to deploy some of that long term experience of running a successful Museum in Covent Garden for other organisations was part of that process of transition. I've been writing a book about which I'm sure we'll talk as well that's been kind of full on this year, but I was a trustee here for a number of years before I retired. I think it's really good career development for people to serve on a board to see what it's like, you know, the other side of the board. Paul Marden: I think we'll come back to that in a minute and talk a little bit about how the sausage is made. Yeah, we have to do some icebreaker questions, because I probably get you already. You're ready to start talking, but I'm gonna, I'm just gonna loosen you up a little bit, a couple of easy ones. You're sat in front of the telly, comedy or drama?Sam Mullins: It depends. Probably.Paul Marden: It's not a valid answer. Sam Mullins: Probably, probably drama.Paul Marden: Okay, if you need to talk to somebody, is it a phone call or is it a text message that you'll send?Sam Mullins:  Face to face? Okay, much better. Okay, always better. Paul Marden: Well done. You didn't accept the premise of the question there, did you? Lastly, if you're going to enter a room, would you prefer to have a personal theme tune played every time you enter the room. Or would you like a personal mascot to arrive fully suited behind you in every location you go to?Sam Mullins: I don't know what the second one means, so I go for the first one.Paul Marden: You've not seen a football mascot on watching American football or baseball?Sam Mullins: No, I try and avoid that. I like real sport. I like watching cricket. Paul Marden: They don't do that in cricket. So we are at the business end of the hull of the ship, aren't we? We're next to the propeller. Sam Mullins: We're sitting under the stern. We can still see that lovely, gilded Stern, saying, Great Britain, Bristol, and the windows and the coat of arms across the stern of the ship. Now this, of course, was the biggest ship in the world when built. So not only was it the first, first iron ship of any scale, but it was also third bigger than anything in the Royal Navy at the time. Paul Marden: They talked about that, when we were on the warrior aim the other day, that it was Brunel that was leading the way on what the pinnacle of engineering was like. It was not the Royal Navy who was convinced that it was sail that needed to lead. Sam Mullins: Yeah, Brunel had seen a much smaller, propeller driven vessel tried out, which was being toured around the country. And so they were midway through kind of design of this, when they decided it wasn't going to be a paddle steamer, which its predecessor, the world's first ocean liner, the Great Western. A was a paddle steamer that took you to New York. He decided that, and he announced to the board that he was going to make a ship that was driven by a propeller, which was the first, and this is, this is actually a replica of his patent propeller design. Paul Marden: So, this propeller was, is not the original to the show, okay?Sam Mullins: Later in its career, it had the engines taken out, and it was just a sailing ship. It had a long and interesting career. And for the time it was going to New York and back, and the time it was going to Australia and back, carrying migrants. It was a hybrid, usually. So you use the sails when it was favourable when it wasn't much wind or the wind was against. You use the use the engines. Use the steam engine.Paul Marden: Coming back into fashion again now, isn't it? Sam Mullins: Yeah, hybrid, yeah.Paul Marden: I can see holes in the hull. Was this evident when it was still in the Falklands?Sam Mullins: Yeah, it came to notice in the 60s that, you know, this world's first it was beached at Sparrow Cove in the Falkland Islands. It had lost its use as a wool warehouse, which is which it had been for 30 or 40 years. And a number of maritime historians, you and call it. It was the kind of key one realised that this, you know, extraordinary, important piece of maritime heritage would maybe not last too many war winters at Sparrow cope had a big crack down one side of the hull. It would have probably broken in half, and that would have made any kind of conservation restoration pretty well impossible as it was. It was a pretty amazing trick to put it onto a to put a barge underneath, to raise it up out of the water, and to tow it into Montevideo and then across the Atlantic, you know, 7000 miles, or whatever it is, to Avon mouth. So it's a kind of heroic story from the kind of heroic age of industrial and maritime heritage, actually.Paul Marden: It resonates for me in terms of the Mary Rose in that you've got a small group of very committed people that are looking to rescue this really valuable asset. And they find it and, you know, catch it just in time. Sam Mullins: Absolutely. That was one of the kind of eye openers for me at Mary rose last week, was just to look at the kind of sheer difficulty of doing conventional archaeology underwater for years and years. You know, is it 50,000 dives were made? Some immense number. And similarly, here, you know, lots of people kind of simply forget it, you know, it's never gonna, but a few, stuck to it, you know, formed a group, fund, raised. This is an era, of course, you know, before lottery and all that jazz. When you had to, you had to fundraise from the public to do this, and they managed to raise the money to bring it home, which, of course, is only step one. You then got to conserve this enormous lump of metal so it comes home to the dry dock in which it had been built, and that has a sort of fantastic symmetry, you know about it, which I just love. You know, the dock happened to be vacant, you know, in 1970 when the ship was taken off the pontoon at Avon mouth, just down the river and was towed up the curving Avon river to this dock. It came beneath the Clifton Suspension Bridge, which, of course, was Brunel design, but it was never built in his time. So these amazing pictures of this Hulk, in effect,  coming up the river, towed by tugs and brought into the dock here with 1000s of people you know, surrounding cheering on the sidelines, and a bit like Mary Rose in a big coverage on the BBC.Paul Marden: This is the thing. So I have a very vivid memory of the Mary Rose being lifted, and that yellow of the scaffolding is just permanently etched in my brain about sitting on the carpet in primary school when the TV was rolled out, and it was the only TV in the whole of school that, to me is it's modern history happening. I'm a Somerset boy. I've been coming to Bristol all my life. I wasn't alive when Great Britain came back here. So to me, this feels like ancient history. It's always been in Bristol, because I have no memory of it returning home. It was always just a fixture. So when we were talking the other day and you mentioned it was brought back in the 70s, didn't realise that. Didn't realise that at all. Should we move on? Because I am listening. Gently in the warmth.Sam Mullins: Let's move around this side of the as you can see, the dry dock is not entirely dry, no, but nearly.Paul Marden: So, you're trustee here at SS Great Britain. What does that mean? What do you do?Sam Mullins: Well, the board, Board of Trustees is responsible for the governance of the charity. We employ the executives, the paid team here. We work with them to develop the kind of strategy, financial plan, to deliver that strategy, and we kind of hold them as executives to account, to deliver on that.Paul Marden: It's been a period of change for you, hasn't it? Just recently, you've got a new CEO coming to the first anniversary, or just past his first anniversary. It's been in place a little while.Sam Mullins: So in the last two years, we've had a, we've recruited a new chairman, new chief executive, pretty much a whole new leadership team.One more starting next month, right? Actually, we're in July this month, so, yeah, it's been, you know, organisations are like that. They can be very, you know, static for some time, and then suddenly a kind of big turnover. And people, you know, people move.Paul Marden: So we're walking through what is a curved part of the dry dock now. So this is becoming interesting underfoot, isn't it?Sam Mullins: This is built in 1839 by the Great Western Steamship Company to build a sister ship to the Great Western which was their first vessel built for the Atlantic run to New York. As it happens, they were going to build a similar size vessel, but Brunel had other ideas, always pushing the edges one way or another as an engineer.Paul Marden: The keel is wood. Is it all wood? Or is this some sort of?Sam Mullins: No, this is just like, it's sort of sacrificial.So that you know when, if it does run up against ground or whatever, you don't actually damage the iron keel.Paul Marden: Right. Okay, so there's lots happening for the museum and the trust. You've just had a big injection of cash, haven't you, to do some interesting things. So there was a press release a couple of weeks ago, about a million pound of investment. Did you go and find that down the back of the sofa? How do you generate that kind of investment in the charity?Sam Mullins: Unusually, I think that trust that's put the bulk of that money and came came to us. I think they were looking to do something to mark their kind of, I think to mark their wind up. And so that was quite fortuitous, because, as you know at the moment, you know, fundraising is is difficult. It's tough. Paul Marden: That's the understatement of the year, isn't it?Sam Mullins: And with a new team here and the New World post COVID, less, less visitors, income harder to gain from. Pretty well, you know, all sources, it's important to keep the site kind of fresh and interesting. You know, the ship has been here since 1970 it's become, it's part of Bristol. Wherever you go in Bristol, Brunel is, you know, kind of the brand, and yet many Bristolians think they've seen all this, and don't need, you know, don't need to come back again. So keeping the site fresh, keeping the ideas moving on, are really important. So we've got the dockyard museum just on the top there, and that's the object for fundraising at the moment, and that will open in July next year as an account of the building of the ship and its importance. Paul Marden: Indeed, that's interesting. Related to that, we know that trusts, trusts and grants income really tough to get. Everybody's fighting for a diminishing pot income from Ace or from government sources is also tough to find. At the moment, we're living off of budgets that haven't changed for 10 years, if we're lucky. Yeah, for many people, finding a commercial route is the answer for their museum. And that was something that you did quite successfully, wasn't it, at the Transport Museum was to bring commercial ideas without sacrificing the integrity of the museum. Yeah. How do you do that?Sam Mullins: Well, the business of being an independent Museum, I mean, LTM is a to all sets of purposes, an independent Museum. Yes, 81% of its funding itself is self generated. Paul Marden: Is it really? Yeah, yeah. I know. I would have thought the grant that you would get from London Transport might have been bigger than that.  Sam Mullins: The grant used to be much bigger proportion, but it's got smaller and smaller. That's quite deliberate. Are, you know, the more you can stand on your own two feet, the more you can actually decide which direction you're going to take those feet in. Yeah. So there's this whole raft of museums, which, you know, across the UK, which are independently governed, who get all but nothing from central government. They might do a lottery grant. Yes, once in a while, they might get some NPO funding from Ace, but it's a tiny part, you know, of the whole. And this ship, SS Great Britain is a classic, you know, example of that. So what do you do in those circumstances? You look at your assets and you you try and monetise them. That's what we did at London Transport Museum. So the museum moved to Covent Garden in 1980 because it was a far sighted move. Michael Robbins, who was on the board at the time, recognised that they should take the museum from Scion Park, which is right on the west edge, into town where people were going to be, rather than trying to drag people out to the edge of London. So we've got that fantastic location, in effect, a high street shop. So retail works really well, you know, at Covent Garden.Paul Marden: Yeah, I know. I'm a sucker for a bit of moquette design.Sam Mullins: We all love it, which is just great. So the museum developed, you know, a lot of expertise in creating products and merchandising it. We've looked at the relationship with Transport for London, and we monetised that by looking at TFL supply chain and encouraging that supply chain to support the museum. So it is possible to get the TFL commissioner to stand up at a corporate members evening and say, you know, you all do terribly well out of our contract, we'd like you to support the museum as well, please. So the corporate membership scheme at Transport Museum is bigger than any other UK museum by value, really, 60, 65 members,. So that was, you know, that that was important, another way of looking at your assets, you know, what you've got. Sometimes you're talking about monetising relationships. Sometimes it's about, you know, stuff, assets, yeah. And then in we began to run a bit short of money in the kind of middle of the teens, and we did an experimental opening of the Aldwych disused tube station on the strand, and we're amazed at the demand for tickets.Paul Marden: Really, it was that much of a surprise for you. And we all can talk. Sam Mullins: We had been doing, we've been doing some guided tours there in a sort of, slightly in a one off kind of way, for some time. And we started to kind of think, well, look, maybe should we carry on it? Paul Marden: You've got the audience that's interested.Sam Mullins: And we've got the access through TFL which, you know, took a lot of work to to convince them we weren't going to, you know, take loads of people underground and lose them or that they jump out, you know, on the Piccadilly line in the middle of the service, or something. So hidden London is the kind of another really nice way where the museum's looked at its kind of assets and it's monetised. And I don't know what this I don't know what this year is, but I think there are now tours run at 10 different sites at different times. It's worth about half a million clear to them to the museum.Paul Marden: It's amazing, and they're such brilliant events. So they've now opened up for younger kids to go. So I took my daughter and one of her friends, and they were a little bit scared when the lights got turned off at one point, but we had a whale of a time going and learning about the history of the tube, the history of the tube during the war. It was such an interesting, accessible way to get to get them interested in stuff. It was brilliant.Sam Mullins: No, it's a great programme, and it was doing well before COVID, we went into lockdown, and within three weeks, Chris Nix and the team had started to do kind of zoom virtual tours. We all are stuck at home looking at our screens and those hidden London hangouts the audience kind of gradually built yesterday TV followed with secrets of London Underground, which did four series of. Hidden London book has sold 25,000 copies in hardback, another one to come out next year, maybe.Paul Marden: And all of this is in service of the museum. So it's almost as if you're opening the museum up to the whole of London, aren't you, and making all of that space you're you. Museum where you can do things.Sam Mullins: Yeah. And, of course, the great thing about hidden London programme is it's a bit like a theatre production. We would get access to a particular site for a month or six weeks. You'd sell the tickets, you know, like mad for that venue. And then the run came to an end, and you have to, you know, the caravan moves on, and we go to, you know, go to go to a different stations. So in a sense, often it's quite hard to get people to go to an attraction unless they've got visitors staying or whatever. But actually, if there's a time limit, you just kind of have to do it, you know.Paul Marden: Yeah, absolutely. Everybody loves a little bit of scarcity, don't they? Sam Mullins: Should we go up on the deck? Paul Marden: That sounds like fun to me.Sam Mullins: Work our way through.Paul Marden: So Hidden London was one of the angles in order to make the museum more commercially sound. What are you taking from your time at LTM and bringing to the party here at the SS Great Britain?Sam Mullins: Well, asking similar, you know, range of questions really, about what assets do we have? Which of those are, can be, can be monetised in support of the charity? Got here, Paul, so we're, we've got the same mix as lots of middle sized museums here. There's a it's a shop, paid admission, hospitality events in the evening, cafe. You know that mix, what museums then need to do is kind of go, you know, go beyond that, really, and look at their estate or their intellectual property, or the kind of experiences they can offer, and work out whether some of that is monetisable.Paul Marden: Right? And you mentioned before that Brunel is kind of, he's the mascot of Bristol. Almost, everything in Bristol focuses on Brunel. Is there an opportunity for you to collaborate with other Brunel themed sites, the bridge or?Sam Mullins: Yeah. Well, I think probably the opportunity is to collaborate with other Bristol attractions. Because Bristol needs to. Bristol's having a hard time since COVID numbers here are nowhere near what they were pre COVID So, and I think it's the same in the city, across the city. So Andrew chief executive, is talking to other people in the city about how we can share programs, share marketing, that kind of approach.Paul Marden: Making the docks a destination, you know, you've got We the Curious. Where I was this morning, having coffee with a friend and having a mooch around. Yeah, talking about science and technology, there must be things that you can cross over. This was this war. This feels like history, but it wasn't when it was built, was it? It was absolutely the cutting edge of science and technology.Sam Mullins: Absolutely, and well, almost beyond, you know, he was Brunel was pushing, pushing what could be done. It is the biggest ship. And it's hard to think of it now, because, you know, you and I can walk from one end to the other in no time. But it was the biggest ship in the world by, you know, some way, when it was launched in 1845 so this was a bit like the Great Western Railway. It was cutting edge, cutting edge at the time, as we were talking about below. It had a propeller, radical stuff. It's got the bell, too,Paul Marden: When we were on, was it Warrior that we were on last week at the AIM conference for the first. And warrior had a propeller, but it was capable of being lifted, because the Admiralty wasn't convinced that this new fangled propeller nonsense, and they thought sail was going to lead. Sam Mullins: Yeah. Well, this ship had, you could lift a you could lift a propeller, because otherwise the propeller is a drag in the water if it's not turning over. So in its earlier configurations, it was a, it was that sort of a hybrid, where you could lift the propeller out the way, right, set full sail.Paul Marden:  Right, and, yeah, it's just, it's very pleasant out here today, isn't it? Lovely breeze compared to what it's been like the last few days. Sam Mullins: Deck has just been replaced over the winter. Paul Marden:  Oh, has it really. So say, have you got the original underneathSam Mullins: The original was little long, long gone. So what we have replaced was the deck that was put on in the in the 70s when the ship came back.Paul Marden: Right? You were talking earlier on about the cafe being one of the assets. You've done quite a lot of work recently, haven't you with the team at Elior to refurbish the cafe? What's the plan around that?Sam Mullins: Yeah, we're doing a big reinvestment. You always need to keep the offer fresh anyway, but it was time to reinvest. So the idea is to use that fantastic space on the edge of the dock. It's not very far down to where the floating harbour is really well populated with kind of restaurants and bars and an offer, we're just that 200 meters further along the dock. So perhaps to create an offer here that draws people up here, whether they visit the ship, you know, or not. So it's money, it's monetising your assets. So one of the great assets is this fabulous location on the on the dockside. So with early or we're reinvesting in the restaurant, it's going to go in the auto into after some trial openings and things, Paul, you know, it's going to have an evening offer as well as a daytime offer. And then it's been designed so the lights can go down in the evening. It becomes, you know, an evening place, rather than the museum's all day cafe, yes, and the offer, and obviously in the evenings would similarly change. And I think our ambition is that you should, you should choose this as the place to go out in the evening. Really, it's a great spot. It's a lovely, warm evening. We're going to walk along the dockside. I've booked a table and in the boardwalk, which is what we're calling it. And as you pay the bill, you notice that actually, this is associated with Asus, Great Britain. So, you know, the profit from tonight goes to help the charity, rather than it's the museum cafe. So that's the,Paul Marden: That's the pitch.Sam Mullins: That's the pitch in which we're working with our catering partners, Eli, or to deliver.Paul Marden: Andrew, your CEO and Claire from Eli, or have both kindly said that I can come back in a couple of months time and have a conversation about the restaurant. And I think it would be rude to turn them down, wouldn't it?Sam Mullins: I think you should test the menu really fully.Paul Marden: I will do my best. It's a tough job that I have. Sam Mullins: Somebody has to do this work. Paul Marden: I know, talking of tough jobs, the other thing that I saw when I was looking at the website earlier on was a press release talking about six o'clock gin as being a a partnership that you're investigating, because every museum needs its own tipple, doesn't it?Sam Mullins: Absolutely And what, you know, I think it's, I think what people want when they go to an attraction is they, they also want something of the offer to be locally sourced, completely, six o'clock gym, you know, Bristol, Bristol beers. You can't always do it, but I think, I think it's where you've got the opportunity. And Bristol's a bit of a foodie centre. There's quite a lot going on here in that respect. So, yes, of course, the museum ought to be ought to be doing that too.Paul Marden: I was very kindly invited to Big Pit over in the Welsh Valleys about 8 or 12 weeks ago for the launch, relaunch of their gift shop offering. And absolutely, at the core of what they were trying to do was because it's run by Museums Wales, they found that all of their gift shops were just a bland average of what you could get at any of the museums. None of them spoke of the individual place. So if you went to big pit, the gift shop looked the same as if you were in the centre of Cardiff, whereas now when you go you see things that are naturally of Big Pit and the surrounding areas. And I think that's so important to create a gift shop which has things that is affordable to everybody, but at the same time authentic and genuinely interesting.Sam Mullins: Yeah, I'm sure that's right. And you know I'm saying for you is for me, when I when I go somewhere, you want to come away with something, don't you? Yes, you know, you're a National Trust member and you haven't had to pay anything to get in. But you think I should be supporting the cause, you know, I want to go into that shop and then I want to, I want to buy some of the plants for my garden I just seen, you know, on the estate outside. Or I want to come away with a six o'clock gin or, you know, whatever it might be, there's and I think, I think you're more likely to buy if it's something that you know has engaged you, it's part of that story that's engaged you, right, while you're here. That's why everyone buys a guidebook and reads it afterwards.Paul Marden: Yeah, it's a reminder, isn't it, the enjoyable time that you've had? Yeah, I'm enjoying myself up on the top deck. Sam Mullins:  But should we go downstairs? The bow is a great view. Oh, let's do that. I think we might. Let's just work our way down through.Paul Marden: Take a sniff. Could you travel with these smelly passengers? Oh, no, I don't think I want to smell what it's like to be a cow on board shit. Sam Mullins: Fresh milk. Just mind yourself on these companion, ways are very steep now. This is probably where I get completely lost.Paul Marden: You know what we need? We need a very good volunteer. Don't we tell a volunteer story? COVID in the kitchen. Wow. Sam Mullins: The Gabby.Paul Marden: Generous use of scent. Sam Mullins: Yeah, food laid out pretty much based on what we know was consumed on the ship. One of the great things about the ship is people kept diaries. A lot of people kept diaries, and many have survived, right? You know exactly what it was like to be in first class or in steerage down the back.Paul Marden: And so what was the ship used for? Sam Mullins: Well, it was used, it was going to be an ocean liner right from here to New York, and it was more like the Concord of its day. It was essentially first class and second class. And then it has a founders on a bay in Northern Ireland. It's rescued, fitted out again, and then the opportunity comes take people to Australia. The Gold Rush in the 1850s. Migration to Australia becomes the big kind of business opportunity for the ships. Ships new owners. So there's more people on board that used to it applies to and fro to Australia a number of times 30 odd, 40 times. And it takes, takes passengers. It takes goods. It does bring back, brings back gold from because people were there for the gold rush. They were bringing their earnings, you know, back with them. It also brings mail, and, you know, other. Kind of car goes wool was a big cargo from. Paul Marden: Say, people down and assets back up again.Sam Mullins: People both directions. Paul Marden: Okay, yeah. How long was it taking?Sam Mullins: Well, a good trip. I think it did it in 50 odd days. Bit slower was 60 odd. And the food was like this. So it was steerage. It was probably a bit more basic. Paul Marden: Yeah, yes, I can imagine. Sam Mullins: I think we might. Here's the engines. Let's do the engines well.Paul Marden: Yes. So now we're in the engine room and, oh, it's daylight lit, actually. So you're not down in the darkest of depths, but the propeller shaft and all of the mechanism is it runs full length, full height of the ship.Sam Mullins: Yeah, it runs off from here, back to the propeller that we're looking at. Okay, down there a guy's stoking the boilers, putting coal into into the boilers, 24 hour seven, when the engines are running. Paul Marden: Yes, that's going to be a tough job, isn't it? Yeah, coal is stored in particular locations. Because that was something I learned from warrior, was the importance of making sure that you had the coal taken in the correct places, so that you didn't unbalance the ship. I mean,Sam Mullins: You right. I mean loading the ship generally had to be done really carefully so, you know, sort of balanced out and so forth. Coal is tends to be pretty low down for yes, for obvious reasons.Paul Marden: So let's talk a little bit about being a trustee. We're both trustees of charities. I was talking to somebody last week who been in the sector for a number of years, mid career, interested in becoming a trustee as a career development opportunity. What's the point of being a trustee? What's the point of the trustees to the CEO, and what's the benefit to the trustees themselves? Sam Mullins: Well, let's do that in order for someone in the mid part of their career, presumably looking to assume some kind of leadership role. At some point they're going to be dealing with a board, aren't they? Yes, they might even be doing, you know, occasional reporting to a board at that at their current role, but they certainly will be if they want to be chief executive. So getting some experience on the other side of the table to feel what it's like to be a trustee dealing with chief executive. I think he's immensely useful. I always recommended it to to my gang at the Transport Museum, and they've all been on boards of one sort or another as part of their career development.Sam Mullins: For the chief executive. What's the benefit? Well, the board, I mean, very directly, hold the chief executive to account. Yes, are you doing what we asked you to do? But also the wise chief executive recruits a board that's going to be helpful in some way or another. It's not just there to catch them out. Yeah, it's it's there to bring their experience from business, from IT, from marketing, from other museums into the business of running the place. So here we've got a range of Trustees. We've been we've recruited five or six in the last couple of years qquite deliberately to we know that a diverse board is a good board, and that's diverse in the sense not just a background, but of education, retired, still, still at work, young, old, male, female, you know, you name in.Paul Marden: In all of the directionsSam Mullins:  Yeah. So a diverse board makes better decisions than one that just does group think all the time. It's, you know, it's a truism, isn't it? I think we all kind of, we all understand and understand that now and then, for the trustee, you know, for me, I particularly last couple of years, when the organization has been through huge changes, it's been really interesting to deploy my prior experience, particularly in governance, because governance is what it all comes down to in an organisation. You do learn over the course of your career to deploy that on behalf, you know, this is a great organisation, the story of Brunel and the ship and and, you know, his influence on the railways. And I travel down on the Great Western railways, yeah, the influence of Brunel is, you know, is enormous. It's a fantastic story. It's inspiring. So who wouldn't want to join? You know what in 2005 was the Museum of the year? Yes, I think we'll just go back there where we came. Otherwise, I never found my way.Paul Marden: Back through the kitchen. Sam Mullins: Back through the kitchen. It looks like stew is on the menu tonight. You've seen me at the mobile the rat.Paul Marden: And also the cat up on the shelf. He's not paying a lot of attention to the ratSam Mullins: Back on deck. Paul Marden: Wonderful. Yeah. So the other great endeavor that you've embarked on is writing, writing a book. Tell us a little bit about the book.Sam Mullins: Yeah, I've written a history of transport in London and its influence on London since 2000 since the mayoralty, elected mayoralty was, was started, you know, I was very lucky when I was running the museum where I had kind of one foot in TfL and one foot out. I knew lots of people. I was there for a long time, yes, so it was, it was easy to interview about 70 of them.Paul Marden: Right? I guess you've built trust levels, haven't you? Yeah, I don't mean that you don't look like a journalist walking in from the outside with an ax to grind. Sam Mullins: And I'm not going to kind of screw them to the Evening Standard, you know, tomorrow. So it's a book based on interviews, oral reminiscences. It's very much their story. So it's big chunks of their accounts of, you know, the big events in London. So what was it like to be in the network control room on the seventh of July, 2005 when the bombs went off? What was it like to be looking out for congestion charge the day it started? Yep. What was it like to kind of manage the Olympics?Paul Marden: You know? So you're mentioning these things. And so I was 10 years at British Airways. I was an IT project manager, but as well, I was a member of the emergency planning team. Yeah. So I got involved in the response to September the 11th. I got involved in some of the engagement around seven, seven, there's seminal moments, and I can, I can vividly remember myself being there at that time. But similarly, I can remember being there when we won the Olympics, and we were all sat in the staff canteen waiting to hear whether we'd won the Olympics, and the roar that erupted. There's so many of those things that have happened in the last 25 years where, you know, you've got, it's recent history, but it's real interesting events that have occurred that you can tell stories of.Sam Mullins: Yeah. So what I wanted to get in the book was a kind of sense of what it was like to be, really at the heart of those, those stories. And there are, you know, there are, there are people in TfL who made those big things happen? Yes, it's not a big, clumsy bureaucracy. It's a place where really innovative leadership was being exercised all the way through that 25 years. Yes, so it runs up to COVID, and what was it like when COVID struck? So the book's called Every Journey Matters, and it comes out in November.Paul Marden: Amazing, amazing. So we have, we've left the insides of the ship, and we are now under, what's this part of the ship? Sam Mullins: We're under the bow. There we go, and a bow spread that gets above our heads. So again, you've got this great, hulking, cast iron, black hull, beautifully shaped at the bow. Look the way it kind of tapers in and it tapers in and out.Paul Marden: It's a very three dimensional, isn't it? The curve is, is in every direction. Sam Mullins: Yeah,it's a great, great shape. So it's my sort of, I think it's my favourite spot. I like coming to look at this, because this is the kind of, this is the business, yeah, of the ship.Paul Marden: What have we got running along the front here? These these images in in gold.Sam Mullins: This is a figurehead with Victoria's Coat of Arms only sua Kim Ali points on top with it, with a lion and a unicorn.Paul Marden: It's a really, it's not a view that many people would have ever seen, but it is such an impressive view here looking up, yeah, very, very cool. And to stand here on the on the edge of the dry dock. Sam Mullins: Dry Docks in to our right, and the floating harbor is out to our left. Yeah.Paul Marden: And much going on on that it's busy today, isn't it? Sam Mullins: Yeah, it's good. Paul Marden: So we've done full loop, haven't we? I mean, it has been a whistle stop tour that you've taken me on, but I've loved every moment of this. We always ask our guests a difficult question. Well, for some it's a difficult question, a book recommendation, which, as we agreed over lunch, cannot be your own book. I don't think, I think it's a little unfair Sam Mullins: Or anything I've ever written before.Paul Marden: Yes, slightly self serving, but yeah.Sam Mullins: It would be, wouldn't it look the first thing that comes to mind is, I've actually been reading my way through Mick Herron's Slow Horses series, okay, which I'm a big fan of detective fiction. I love Ian Rankin's Rebus. Okay, I read through Rebus endlessly when I want something just to escape into the sloughhouse series Slow Horses is really good, and the books all have a sort of similar kind of momentum to them. Something weird happens in the first few chapters, which seems very inconsequential and. Suddenly it turns into this kind of roller coaster. Will they? Won't they? You know, ending, which is just great. So I recommend Mick Herron's series. That's that's been the best, not best, fiction I've read in a long time.Paul Marden: You know, I think there's something, there's something nice, something comforting, about reading a series of books where the way the book is structured is very similar. You can, you can sit down and you know what's going to happen, but, but there's something interesting, and it's, it's easy. Sam Mullins: It's like putting on a pair of old slippers. Oh, I'm comfortable with this. Just lead me along. You know, that's what, that's what I want. I enjoy that immensely.Paul Marden: And should we be? Should we be inviting our listeners to the first book in the series, or do they need to start once, once he's got his, got his, found his way? Sam Mullins: Well, some people would have seen the television adaptation already. Well, that will have spoilt the book for them. Gary Oldman is Jackson lamb, who's the lead character, okay, but if you haven't, or you just like a damn good read, then you start with the first one, which I think is called Sloughhouse. They're all self contained, but you can work your way through them. Paul Marden: Well, that sounds very good. So listeners, if you'd like a copy of Sam's book, not Sam's book, Sam's book recommendation, then head over to Bluesky and repost the show notice and say, I want a copy of Sam's book, and the first one of you lovely listeners that does that will get a copy sent to you by Wenalyn. Sam This has been delightful. I hope listeners have enjoyed this as much as I have. This is our first time having a @skipthequeue in real life, where we wandered around the attraction itself and hopefully narrated our way bringing this amazing attraction to life. I've really enjoyed it. I can now say that as a West Country lad, I have actually been to the SS Great Britain. Last thing to say for visitor, for listeners, we are currently midway through the Rubber Cheese Annual Survey of visitor attraction websites. Paul Marden: If you look after an attraction website and you'd like to share some information about what you do, we are gathering all of that data together to produce a report that helps people to understand what good looks like for an attraction website. This is our fourth year. Listeners that are interested, head over to RubberCheese.com/survey, and you can find out a little bit more about the survey and some of the some of the findings from the past and what we're looking for for this year. Sam, thank you so very much.Sam Mullins: Enjoyed it too. It's always good to rabbit on about what you do every day of the week, and being here and part of this really great organisation is huge privilege.Paul Marden: Thanks for listening to Skip the Queue. If you've enjoyed this podcast, please leave us a five star review. It really helps others to find us. Skip The Queue is brought to you by Rubber Cheese, a digital agency that builds remarkable systems and websites for attractions that helps them to increase their visitor numbers. You can find show notes and transcripts from this episode and more over on our website, skipthequeue fm. The 2025 Visitor Attraction Website Survey is now LIVE! Dive into groundbreaking benchmarks for the industryGain a better understanding of how to achieve the highest conversion ratesExplore the "why" behind visitor attraction site performanceLearn the impact of website optimisation and visitor engagement on conversion ratesUncover key steps to enhance user experience for greater conversionsTake the Rubber Cheese Visitor Attraction Website Survey Report

Jason and Paul celebrate and reminisce on 30 years since Pearl Jam totally messed with Jeremy and created a new masterpiece, No Jeremy. So, with that in mind, they pick three other Pearl Jam songs they think would be great if rearranged. The guys also reflect on the 25th anniversary of the Roskilde tragedy and how it's affected the band's legacy. There's also a spirited discussion in the Lyric of the Week segment for the song Won't Tell.Please considering donating to our July 2025 fundraiser benefitting World Central Kitchen HEREBuy Pod MerchBecome a PatronWatch Us on YouTubeFollow Us on InstagramFollow Us on FacebookFollow Us on Twitter Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Evelyn's Task: 100 shags in 2 days.In 13 parts, By BradentonLarry - Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.Evelyn remembered that there were four or five high stools arranged around her table and looking down she saw that there were three faces smiling up at her, watching her move in the light. There were two men and a woman. One of the men looked Latino and the other was black with a slightly light complexion. Both men seemed naked from Evelyn's viewpoint. The woman seemed Chinese or Vietnamese, or possibly Thai, but had curly blonde hair brushing her lovely neck, she seemed younger than the two guys by maybe a decade. She was wrapped in a white towel for some reason, but it had slipped down to expose her left breast.Evelyn casually looked around to see how her fellow dancers were doing. Though one of the guys was still dancing much as she was, the other girl and guy had moved into much more suggestive styles. The guy was reclining on his haunches, bending back so his rather impressive erection was standing straight up as several members of his audience reached out to run their hands over his muscular thighs. The girl was on her hands and knees wiggling her ass and exposing her vulva for the people on that side of her table. Evelyn decided she should be having more fun with this situation.Spreading her feet wide apart on the table, with her back to the two men, she slowly bent at the waist until she had placed her hands flat on the table. Her long red-brown hair cascaded around her head and brushed the tabletop. She felt a hand moving up over her right ankle and then a moment later one caressing her left. Smiling, Evelyn, took her right hand and lifted her hair from her face and had a closer look at the pretty Asian woman who was smiling back at her.Letting the Latino and black guys, she assumed, continue to caress her feet, ankles, and strong calves, as well as admire her exposed cunt, Evelyn crooked her left index finger at the woman, beckoning her closer. Letting her towel fall away, the woman leaned forward over the illuminated tabletop. Evelyn caught her face in a light grasp and gave her a lingering kiss.Releasing the woman's face, Evelyn slowly stood and went back to her dancing for a moment, slowly turning until she was facing the Latino guy, and then repeated her slow bending, including giving a kiss, which was a bit less lingering than the first one. She went through the same routine for the black guy.She was planning to change things up but by then a third man had joined her audience. This was a guy who seemed Indian or Pakistani, and who was admiring Evelyn with quite obvious lust, over and above the admiration the others were exhibiting. Ordinarily, she would have thought 'This one's trouble,' but under the circumstances the way the new guy was looking at her just turned her on more and emboldened her further.This time, while facing the new guy, Evelyn backed up toward the edge of the table, nearest the Latino gentleman, then lowered herself to her hands and knees, and then crawled the short distance to the new guy who met her with a passionate kiss. Evelyn let herself enjoy the feeling of his tongue against hers for a long moment, but then backed up, rolling back until she was sitting closer to the Asian woman. With her hands and feet planted firmly beneath her, Evelyn lifted herself up into a table-position, her thighs spread so the woman could see her cunt clearly.Very slowly, Evelyn lowered herself, sinking toward the woman who was watching her with a smile. Watching the woman's expressions, Evelyn slid her hand down over her taut belly until her fingers were moving over her labia. Then she found herself slowly fingering herself, pressing her palm tightly against her clit. She might have just laid back there on the table and brought herself off, but just then the pretty Asian woman crooked her finger at her, copying the gesture Evelyn had used on her just minutes ago.With a broad smile, Evelyn crab-walked herself to the edge of the table right in front of the woman, who ran her hands along the inside of Evelyn's thighs before leaning in to kiss her very ready cunt. The woman's tongue slipped between Evelyn's lips and flickered over her clit, sending shivers all through her body. Momentarily forgetting the three men and the rest of the situation, Evelyn lay back and enjoyed what the woman's tongue and lips were doing to her. Evelyn slipped her legs around the woman's shoulders to hold her close and clasped her own tits tightly, pinching her nipples a bit.She was content to stay there and let the lovely woman lick her to an orgasm, at least, but then she felt a warm hand on her left thigh, which was the one on the side toward the newer guy. Looking down, she saw that that man was saying something to the woman, who stopped what she was doing to Evelyn to smile and nod to him. Then, reluctantly, Evelyn relaxed her legs' grasp on the woman so she could pull away and be replaced by the gentleman with lust in his eyes.Fortunately, he picked up right where the pretty Asian had left off, which earned him a happy smile from Evelyn. Then she watched as the Latino guy helped the Asian woman climb up onto the table with Evelyn. Her pale, slender body was beautiful in the bright light as she crawled over to kiss Evelyn, who relaxed and enjoyed being pleasured by two affectionate mouths. Too quickly, though, the woman broke the kiss and moved to straddle Evelyn's face. Smiling up at the woman, Evelyn grasped her tight ass and helped her get into just the right position so Evelyn could run her tongue between her lips, tasting her sweet nectar and licking at her hard little clit.The guy between her legs wasn't exactly the best, but he wasn't bad, and he was clearly intent on making Evelyn come. Evelyn felt her legs resting on his shoulders and her heels pressing against his back, holding him there, as she tried to concentrate on licking and sucking at the cunt and clit on her face. She felt her orgasm approaching as she saw the Latino guy moving up in front of the Asian woman. Evelyn wondered a bit how many people this table could hold, but went on with what she was doing, trying to make this pretty woman come for her.By now the man between Evelyn's legs was fucking at least two fingers in and out of her cunt rather violently as his tongue lashed at her clit, and she could see the Asian woman on her face was sucking the Latino guy's cock. She thought what a nice spectacle this must be for the people watching, and then she was coming. Her body clenched and spasmed as Evelyn rode a wave of tumbling ecstasy. She stopped licking at the woman on her face's clit and just moaned into her cunt as she shook. Only when she came back down did she manage to get back to work, squeezing the woman's ass in her hands as she continued licking and sucking.Evelyn was barely aware of the fact that the man between her legs was shifting around. Then, she felt the unmistakable sensations that came with having a cock moving between her lips and then pushing into her cunt. Evelyn wondered how the man, who she was assuming was the same guy who'd just been licking her, managed to get up high enough to fuck her, but put that concern out of her head and let herself enjoy being fucked. She felt her legs being lifted up, held in a V, as the man shoved into her with increasing force.Soon, it was all Evelyn could do to keep the woman's clit in place enough for her to keep licking at it, as she was driven into again and again. She found herself wishing she could get a hold of something to encourage her fucker to ram into her even harder, or that he had a bigger cock. Even so, she thought she was likely to come again before she was able to make the woman on top of her come. She was wrong.The woman had been pressing down on Evelyn's mouth and tongue more insistently, when suddenly she was shaking and rubbing herself on Evelyn's face as her juices flowed freely. Evelyn found herself bathed in sweet wetness as the woman shuddered and gasped on her face. Then she felt the man fucking her filling her cunt with his cum.As the woman carefully moved away and Evelyn felt the cock being pulled away from her cunt, she remembered where she was and thought it was extremely hot that she had been putting on such a display for everyone in the club. She also thought that she needed more cock. Rather than just lay there sprawled out at the edge of her table and wait for someone to put his cock in her, which was sure to happen soon enough, Evelyn thought she should do something more proactive about the situation.Wiping her face a bit with the back of her hand, Evelyn sat up and looked around. She saw that the table had actually lowered quite a bit while she'd been distracted. It was now at a level where it would be quite easy for the average man to fuck her as she was. While that was convenient, Evelyn wanted to go on with her performance. Knowing that she must look pretty wild with her mane of hair all messed up and wet, she twisted around and cast her eye to the people around her table-stage.The lusty guy who had licked her and then, she presumed, fucked her was still there, and had a contented smile on his face. The black guy was there too, but the Latino and Asian woman were gone. A new guy caught her eye. He was a young man, maybe early twenties, white, with short black hair. After crawling to the center of her table, Evelyn beckoned to this new guy and the black guy who'd been waiting so patiently. She knelt there in the middle of her brightly lit little stage as they came up to stand in front of her, presenting their cocks.The black cock was nice and long, and very thick, while the white one was even longer, but not so thick. Before she even began to kiss and lick at these beautiful phalluses before her, Evelyn had a plan. She took her time, really trying to make a show of things, licking and sucking on both cocks. After a bit, she gestured for the black guy to lie down on his back for her. Holding on to the long white cock for support and to keep him from wandering off, Evelyn straddled the muscular black man and sank slowly down on his wonderfully fat cock.Groaning a bit as she impaled herself, feeling herself so blissfully filled, Evelyn reached down with her free hand to stroke her clit. There on the illuminated platform, on top of a muscular man with his big thick cock in her cunt, another man standing next to her, his long cock tightly in her hand, Evelyn brought herself off in a brief but sweet orgasm.Then she was riding slowly up and down on that thick column of hard flesh, fingers stroking her clit furiously, while her other hand twisted and stroked at the other cock, until she threw her head back and her muscles tensed all over as she came loudly for everyone to see. She really let herself go with it, squeezing herself on that cock and arching her back and crying out incoherently, gasping and shuddering.When Evelyn was able to think again, she smiled down at the man underneath her and began to rock herself against him, working his thick cock in and out of herself again. She pulled the waiting guy over to her mouth, quickly going back to sucking hungrily at his long cock. She tried to get as much as she could of that length down her throat, but there was quite a bit left over. When she had that cock nice and slippery with her saliva, she looked up at its owner and tossed her head over her shoulder, hoping he would take the hint. He did.In another moment, Evelyn braced herself with both hands on the black guy's firm chest as the guy behind her began to push his long cock slowly up her ass. She loved the feeling of being so completely filled, a sensation she hadn't appreciated so well before that orgy on the Riverboat. For the first time since climbing onto her little stage, Evelyn said something. She groaned and said, "God yes! That feels so good! Fuck me boys, fuck me!"It took a moment for them to get the right rhythm, but soon the two men were working well together, pistoning in and out of Evelyn's body as they succumbed to their carnal desire to fuck her until they came inside her. She came and came again, shuddering and crying out between them, before someone else joined their party.An Asian guy with a long cock, but not as long as the guy who was vigorously fucking her ass, came up and offered himself to Evelyn's mouth. Without hesitating, she opened her mouth and let him slide past her lips, over her tongue and into her throat.Evelyn was now merely hanging on, letting the three men move in and out of her. She let herself go, merely riding along as the sensations and pleasure had their way with her. Oddly enough, it was the man fucking her face who came first, pumping what seemed like a lot of cum down her throat and then splashing across her face. Before Evelyn could wipe any of the jizz off her forehead, she felt the big cock under her pumping hot cum up into her cunt, and then, before the first was finished, the guy behind her was coming deep inside her bowels, hot cum rushing up inside her.This was all too much for Evelyn's body to resist and she came again, this time in an explosive wrack of clenching muscles, shaking limbs, and wordless crying out."I came so, fucking, hard," Evelyn breathed. She had worked the end of her staff up into her ass and was fucking the fingers of her left hand in and out of her cunt, as she strummed at her clit with the fingers of her right. "Fuck! I'm going to come again, Don! Come with me!"Don had stripped out of his Batman costume and was stroking his very hard cock as he listened to her story and watched her. Although she had brought herself off earlier during the story, he had held off, but now, at her urging, he gave in."Yes," he nodded, arching his back, pushing his cock upward, "yes! I'm going to, oh fuck, yes!""Yes, baby!" she cried out. "YES!"Across the room, in her chair, Evelyn was shaking and moaning, while Don's cock swelled and erupted spraying a flood of hot, white cum all over his belly and chest. He clenched and shuddered as the orgasm went on and on."Wait," Toshia said. "She used the end of the staff as a dildo?"Don nodded, "It was a good size for it, and smooth, no splinters.""Damn," she grinned. "I kind of wish I'd thought of that.""Hum," Evelyn purred, laying in her chair, legs splayed widely, staff sticking out of her ass, fingers idly stroking her labia. "I do wish we could play.""Believe me, me too!" Don grinned as he used his discarded costume to wipe cum off himself. "Was that the end of your story?""Well," she said as she slowly drew the staff out of her ass. "Hey, note that I have now taken the stick out of my ass."Don laughed and said, "Duly noted.""Well, the rest of that session just became an orgy, which was a lot of fun, but for me that was the best part.""Excellent!""The rest of the week passed with more of the same, basically, nothing more intense and very little of it was boring.""What about the rest of the Resort? You said you had time off every day.""Yeah, I think I've been into every one of the clubs," she nodded. "I didn't stay long in all of them, but I made a point to check out every one I found.""Any favorites? Or particularly hot events?""I had a good time in Ladies Night," she winked. "And I bring the hot event with me, you know."Don laughed, "I do know!""Nothing really stands out as particularly noteworthy, I'm sure I'll think of more stories to tell you, but I should tell you about my next mission. Did you want to take a break and get properly cleaned up, though? I could use a drink and a bite to eat.""Sounds good!" Don smiled, grabbing a vest to hang his sheriff's star on."Hey, where's that deputy girl?""Hell if I know," shrugged Don. "She seems to have gone with the previous sheriff.""'Seems like you should have someone to watch over things when you're sleeping.""Want the job?""Sorry, lover," she chuckled. "I can't stay that long.""Well, that sucks.""Don't you think it would be even more frustrating for us to spend this year here together but not getting to have sex?""Good point," Don agreed.They had come to the Jungle Room, and Evelyn suggested they pop in to see if India was about. She wasn't, and neither was Jaden, but they took the opportunity to clean up in the pool before deciding to walk and talk."I can call this doing my rounds," Don smiled. "Now, that was your first mission, right?""Yes," she nodded. "The next one was very straightforward: fuck one hundred men in two days.""Ah, what? Seriously?"Evelyn grinned at his reaction and said, "Well, not exactly. The exact phrasing was more like 'Have one hundred men come in or on you within 48 hours.'"Thinking back to her own escapades in Eros, which she had considered impressive, Toshia laughed and exclaimed, "There goes my slut of the year title!""I don't remember that being official," Don laughed. "But, hey, you left early, and you've got Sarah.""That's true," she smiled. "Still, I'm a bit jealous, and I was fond of that title.""Maybe you can find a way to win it back later," Don grinned."Oh, you can count on it!" Toshia laughed."A hundred?!" Don gaped."Yep," Evelyn nodded. "I didn't think it would even be difficult. I just planned to head down to the huge-ass orgy downstairs. It would be easy to get twenty-five guys in the morning, twenty-five in the afternoon, twenty-five in the evening, Hell, I'd be done early.""Well, yeah, when you put it that way. But I take it things didn't go quite so easily."She laughed, "Yeah, that woman, Pamela, added something; I couldn't do it either in the Pleasure Dome or at the on-going orgy here in the Temple.""That would make things a bit trickier," nodded Don."Yeah, but 'the timer' started with the first guy to come, and they picked where they would send me.""Hum, they could be real cocks and put you in the middle of nowhere.""Yeah, but they didn't," she smiled. "They sent me to a place you're familiar with, the Manor.""Oh! Fun!" Don grinned."I turned up outside the front door, but I could tell where I was from your description. I wanted to get my task done as quickly as possible, but I remembered our system, so I went in and found the library as quickly as possible. Thanks to what you told me about getting around in there it was pretty easy. Sure enough, Robert was there and had a lot of questions. I tried to fill him in as best as I could, and then I let him fill me in, if you follow my meaning," she winked at him.Don grinned, "I'm sure he appreciated both things.""I think he did," she smiled. "I rode him right there on his chair.""Nice. That's one.""You're going to give up on that pretty quickly," laughed Evelyn. "Once I got that first dose of cum, I was on the hunt. There was a slender young guy wandering around in the stacks just outside the Scholar's office, over to the right of those tables, remember?""The place, but not the guy," nodded Don."Yeah, smart ass. Well, I just went up to him, dropped to my knees and blew him right there."

Today's Oddcast - Bob & Sheri's Car In The Pool, The Anniversary (Airdate 7/7/2025)   Remember that time during our "RV Crazy" tour when our SUV found its way into a campground pool? Hard to believe it's been 10 years since that wild day...   The Bob & Sheri Oddcast: Everything We Don’t, Can’t, Won’t, and Definitely Shouldn’t Do on the Show!

Dr Clark continues the series on the Lord's Supper, Nourish and Sustain. This series explores what the Supper is, why it was instituted, how it has been understood in the history of the church, what Scripture says, how we should understand it, and practice it. The Lord's Supper is one of the two sacraments instituted by our Lord Jesus Christ. A sacrament is a sign and seal of Holy Spirit-given benefits. Where baptism is the sign and seal of initiation into Christ-confessing covenant community, the Lord's Supper is the sign and seal of renewal and personal appropriation of the benefits promised in the covenant of grace. Tragically, since the mid-ninth century at least, holy communion, which is intended to bring Christ's people together, has often been a source of division. Perhaps worse, however, for much of the last one hundred fifty years, the Supper has been much neglected among evangelicals. In this episode, Dr. Clark begins discussing John Calvin's teaching on the Lord's Supper by giving a survey of his life and works. This episode of the Heidelcast is sponsored by the Heidelberg Reformation Association. You love the Heidelcast and the Heidelblog. You share it with friends, with members of your church, and others but have you stopped to think what would happen if it all disappeared? The truth is that we depend on your support. If you don't make the coffer clink, the HRA will simply sink. Won't you help us keep it going? The HRA is a 501(c)(3) non-profit organization. All your gifts are tax deductible. Use the donate link on this page or mail a check to Heidelberg Reformation Association, 1637 E Valley Parkway #391, Escondido CA 92027. All the Episodes of the Heidelcast Heidelcast Series: To Nourish and Sustain Subscribe To the Heidelcast Browse the Heidelshop! On Twitter @Heidelcast How To Support Heidelmedia: use the donate button below Subscribe in Apple Podcast Subscribe directly via RSS New Way To Call The Heidelphone: Voice Memo On Your Phone Text the Heidelcast any time at (760) 618–1563. The Heidelcast is available everywhere podcasts are found including Apple Podcasts and Spotify. Call or text the Heidelphone anytime at (760) 618-1563. Leave a message or email us a voice memo from your phone and we may use it in a future podcast. Record it and email it to heidelcast@heidelblog.net. If you benefit from the Heidelcast please leave a five-star review on Apple Podcasts so that others can find it. Please do not forget to make the coffer clink (see the donate button below). SHOW NOTES Heidelblog Resources The HB Media Archive The Ecumenical Creeds The Reformed Confessions Heidelberg Catechism (1563) The Heidelberg Catechism: A Historical, Theological, & Pastoral Commentary (Bellingham, WA: Lexham Press, 2025) Recovering the Reformed Confession (Phillipsburg: P&R Publishing, 2008). What Must A Christian Believe? Why I Am A Christian Heidelblog Contributors Support Heidelmedia: use the donate button or send a check to: Heidelberg Reformation Association 1637 E. Valley Parkway #391 Escondido CA 92027 USA The HRA is a 501(c)(3) non-profit organization

The power of the Holy Ghost is what every person needs! God is pouring out His Spirit on those who seek Him. Won't you seek Him today?

Tell us what you though of the episode

Today's Oddcast - Talking Lamar's On The Road (Airdate 7/4/2025)   Lamar, Sheri, and Bob pass the time on a road trip by recording a podcast episode...because who doesn't enjoy hearing about carnivals, buffets, and Bob's sad holidays?   The Bob & Sheri Oddcast: Everything We Don’t, Can’t, Won’t, and Definitely Shouldn’t Do on the Show!

Won't somebody think of the football? After a day dominated by the latest Bohs jersey launch and another famous face performing an acting masterclass at the Cross, Dan and Johnny try to merge Tuesday's box office activity with the oft forgotten events on the pitch. This wide-ranging session brings us from Oasis to Odubeko, and from Keane to Keena while there's also enough there for the obsessives – be they journalists or non-Shels fans – who can still hear the sound of Duff. We hear from Joey O'Brien about a relationship that will live forever, while John Caulfield tells us the story behind Moses relocating half the world away and the lads also analyse the reasons behind Douglas James Taylor just yesterday morning letting Drogheda know he was gone. All these shoehorned song lyrics are brought to you in association with our friends at Sport Cosanta, Collar and Cuff, Future Ticketing and Rascals Brewing. Lame jokes? Yes but, by now, you should have somehow realised what we were going to do.

Pat's sports corner! Idaho firefighters shot while responding to fire on a mountain. Amy Coney Barrett destroys Ketanji Brown Jackson in Supreme Court rulings. The One Big Beautiful Bill Act is making it through the Senate despite GOP defections. U.S. vs. Iran just starting to heat up? More outrageous comments from NYC mayoral candidate Zohran Mamdani. Pete Buttigieg leads the way for 2028? Martians get a nod in SCOTUS dissent! Rwanda and the Democratic Republic of the Congo reach historic peace deal. Another peace deal brokered by the Trump administration. Secretary of State Marco Rubio strikes again! PragerU teams up with the White House to bring the founders to life! Now you know the rest of the story … John Wayne! 00:00 Pat Gray UNLEASHED 00:20 New Pat Gray BINGO! Card 04:11 Jake Paul Wins Another Fight 08:29 Two Firefighters Shot by Sniper 10:35 Three Huge Rulings that Benefit Trump & America 16:52 Trump Calls the Fed Chair a "Stupid Person" 18:23 Trump Says he Won't Negotiate with Canada over Tariffs 21:09 Thom Tillis Voted against Trump's 'Big Beautiful Bill' 22:07 List of Successes for Donald rump 23:27 Chuck Schumer Forced the 'Big Beautiful Bill' to be Read in Full 31:30 Trump Asked about his Successes in the Past Week 33:00 Trump Weighs-In on NYC Mayoral Race 34:27 Zohran Mamdani Uses an MLK Quote to Push his Socialist Policies 40:05 Jamal Bowman Says the Word "Socialism" has been Weaponized 43:43 Zohran Mamdani Thinks There's Too Many Billionaires 44:25 Zohran Mamdani's Property Tax Plan 51:56 Zohran Mamdani on Defining "Violent Crime" 53:01 Zohran Mamdani Asked Multiple Times to Condemn "Globalize the Intifada" 1:03:21 Poll Says Mayor Pete Leads the Democrat 2028 Presidential Candidate 1:08:38 KJP Brought Up Martians in her Supreme Court Dissent 1:15:01 Rwanda and the Congo Find Peace 1:24:23 PragerU / White House Collaboration Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Today's Oddcast - Bob & Sheri Are Hall of Fame Bound! (Airdate 6/30/2025) It's official, we're going to be inducted into the Radio Hall of Fame! Bob and Tony make a special appearance in this episode to celebrate this momentous occasion.   The Bob & Sheri Oddcast: Everything We Don’t, Can’t, Won’t, and Definitely Shouldn’t Do on the Show!

Dr Clark continues the series on the Lord's Supper, Nourish and Sustain. This series explores what the Supper is, why it was instituted, how it has been understood in the history of the church, what Scripture says, how we should understand it, and practice it. The Lord's Supper is one of the two sacraments instituted by our Lord Jesus Christ. A sacrament is a sign and seal of Holy Spirit-given benefits. Where baptism is the sign and seal of initiation into Christ-confessing covenant community, the Lord's Supper is the sign and seal of renewal and personal appropriation of the benefits promised in the covenant of grace. Tragically, since the mid-ninth century at least, holy communion, which is intended to bring Christ's people together, has often been a source of division. Perhaps worse, however, for much of the last one hundred fifty years, the Supper has been much neglected among evangelicals. In this episode, Dr. Clark discusses Peter Martyr Vermigli's Teaching on the Lord's Supper. This episode of the Heidelcast is sponsored by the Heidelberg Reformation Association. You love the Heidelcast and the Heidelblog. You share it with friends, with members of your church, and others but have you stopped to think what would happen if it all disappeared? The truth is that we depend on your support. If you don't make the coffer clink, the HRA will simply sink. Won't you help us keep it going? The HRA is a 501(c)(3) non-profit organization. All your gifts are tax deductible. Use the donate link on this page or mail a check to Heidelberg Reformation Association, 1637 E Valley Parkway #391, Escondido CA 92027. All the Episodes of the Heidelcast Heidelcast Series: To Nourish and Sustain Subscribe To the Heidelcast Browse the Heidelshop! On Twitter @Heidelcast How To Support Heidelmedia: use the donate button below Subscribe in Apple Podcast Subscribe directly via RSS New Way To Call The Heidelphone: Voice Memo On Your Phone Text the Heidelcast any time at (760) 618–1563. The Heidelcast is available everywhere podcasts are found including Apple Podcasts and Spotify. Call or text the Heidelphone anytime at (760) 618-1563. Leave a message or email us a voice memo from your phone and we may use it in a future podcast. Record it and email it to heidelcast@heidelblog.net. If you benefit from the Heidelcast please leave a five-star review on Apple Podcasts so that others can find it. Please do not forget to make the coffer clink (see the donate button below). SHOW NOTES Heidelblog Resources The HB Media Archive The Ecumenical Creeds The Reformed Confessions Heidelberg Catechism (1563) The Heidelberg Catechism: A Historical, Theological, & Pastoral Commentary (Bellingham, WA: Lexham Press, 2025) Recovering the Reformed Confession (Phillipsburg: P&R Publishing, 2008). What Must A Christian Believe? Why I Am A Christian Heidelblog Contributors Support Heidelmedia: use the donate button or send a check to: Heidelberg Reformation Association 1637 E. Valley Parkway #391 Escondido CA 92027 USA The HRA is a 501(c)(3) non-profit organization

Hello HYSTOphiles, and welcome to Episode #226! This time around we are discussing The Stepford Wives, the 2004 "remake" of the 1975 classic! Won't you join us? 

In this episode, Andreas Munk Holm sits down with Björn Tremmerie, Head of Technology Fund Investments at the European Investment Fund (EIF), live from the EUVC studio at SuperVenture 2025.They delve deeply into the true state of European venture capital, examining long-term performance trends, the role of EIF as Europe's policy-aligned capital allocator, and how sovereignty, resilience, and maturity are reshaping the ecosystem.Here's what's covered:00:00 SuperVenture Loyalty & Ecosystem Energy01:02 The Mood in Market: Storms, Maturity & Resilience03:04 What Makes This Moment in Venture a Real Opportunity03:31 Recap of Björn's Panel with Joe from Isomer05:15 DPI Truths: The Top 50 Funds & A Look Back to 201706:04 Defense Tech & Dual-Use: What EIF Will (and Won't) Fund09:34 Sovereignty ≠ Isolation: The Real Role of the EIF11:00 Later-Stage Funding Gaps & Europe's Infrastructure Problem12:36 Satellites, SpaceX & European Strategic Dependencies14:14 Learnings From 25+ Years in the Game15:01 Philosophical, But Practical: What VC Responsibility Means16:17 A Clear Statement on Openness, Not Isolation

Today's Oddcast - Talking Lamar - The Terrible To-Do List (Airdate 6/27/2025)   Some People Love the Feeling of Having a To-Do List, but for Lamar the List Brings Him Nothing but a Sense of Dread.   The Bob & Sheri Oddcast: Everything We Don’t, Can’t, Won’t, and Definitely Shouldn’t Do on the Show!

Vital's Forum Discussion on the FOX PodiumCharlie's FOX Podium ReviewPodium Tech Talk with FOX product developersVital's FOX Podium fork review dropped on Tuesday and our tester, Charlie Sponsel, encouraged you to leave any questions that remained. Sorting through dozens of great inquiries, the highlights have been pulled and Charlie answers them so you can learn more about this expensive, heavy, but incredibly-performing enduro fork. 0:00 - Intro, baggage fee avoidance struggles10:00 - Charlie's Zeb setup (it's not stock)13:46 - Is This basically a prototype for sale?16:40 - Did the CSU Creak?19:06 - Why is it 29er only and does it matter?20:03 - Is the FOX 38 really just the 38SL and Podium is burlier version?21:19 - Won't the stanchions be really easy to damage?27:28 - Podium's crown, weight and why no 180mm33:25 - Would you run 180mm if they offered it?34:07 - Why is it so heavy?36:16 - Could a lighter fork be as stiff?37:48 - Currently compatible 20mm hubs?39:26 - Why not have swappable axle size options like EXT?42:50 - Do you think axle size was a reason for your positive experience?46:23 - Why not put the airspring on the opposite side to avoid brake rotor contamination?51:06 - How does Podium differ from an Intend or a Push fork?52:37 - Would you buy one?57:23 - Would the Podium work on a TrailDuro setup?1:03:57 - Burly Freeride build, Podium or a 190mm dual crown?1:05:23 - Why would Podium be better for ebikes?1:07:56 - Is Vital's testing method flawed?1:13:49 - Why Charlie really enjoyed the Podium1:17:05 - Berm performance, less compromise on setup because of less binding

I went down to the Mexican state of Coahuila to train with a highly specialized tactical group that successful went to war with the notorious Los Zetas cartel and WON. They are so effective that there is no presence of major criminal organizations in the entire state. I wanted to see how Mexico's greatest group of cartel hunters trained firsthand and they were happy to show me. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Today's Oddcast - I Hate Asking For Help (Airdate 6/23/2025)   Why is it that so many of us feel gross asking for and accepting help? It often comes down to either feeling guilty about burdening others or being afraid of being let down...again.   The Bob & Sheri Oddcast: Everything We Don’t, Can’t, Won’t, and Definitely Shouldn’t Do on the Show!

Over the weekend, the U.S. launched strikes against Iran's nuclear facilities. Of course, for Americans and the financial markets, the response from not only Iran but also Iran's allies will be critical. Lance Roberts describes a process of logical evaluation and portfolio risk management when markets experience turmoil: What matters most to investors? What do these attacks mean for earnings? How might geopolitics affect EOQ activity? [NOTE: Lance is on vacation next week, 6/30-7/4] Remembering the Japanese Carry Trade blow up vs Iran Bombings: There is not the same sense of urgency this time; markets have already moved-on. How will the Israel-Iran conflict play out? Watch "Top Gun." Likely outcomes will be higher oil prices, a stronger dollar, and weaker equities. SEG-1: Bombings in Iran: What Matters Most? SEG-2a: Lance's Summer Vacation Preview SEG-2b: Where's the Sense of Urgency? SEG-3: How the Iran-Israel Conflict Will Play Out SEG-4: Watching for Pickup in Volatility RIA Advisors Chief Investment Strategist Lance Roberts, CIO, Produced by Brent Clanton, Executive Producer ------- Watch today's video on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L5GDPILjaAY&list=PLVT8LcWPeAugpcGzM8hHyEP11lE87RYPe&index=1&t=3s ------- Articles mentioned in this show: "Iran Struck By U.S.: Markets, Risk, and Rational Investing" https://realinvestmentadvice.com/resources/blog/iran-stuck-by-u-s-markets-risk-and-rational-investing/ "The Dollar's Death Is Greatly Exaggerated" https://realinvestmentadvice.com/resources/blog/the-dollars-death-is-greatly-exaggerated/ "Oil Price Rise, Not Tariffs, Will Cause CPI To Tick Up" https://realinvestmentadvice.com/resources/blog/oil-price-rise-not-tariffs-will-cause-cpi-to-tick-up/ "The Iran-Israel Conflict And The Likely Impact On The Market" https://realinvestmentadvice.com/resources/blog/the-iran-israel-conflict-and-the-likely-impact-on-the-market/ ------- The latest installment of our new feature, Before the Bell, "Markets Respond to Iran Bombings," is here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yWM3nfbeF2I ------- Our previous show is here: "Fed Day Preview: Will They or Won't They?" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MEf6M7XXCqQ&list=PLVT8LcWPeAugpcGzM8hHyEP11lE87RYPe&index=1&t=5s ------- Register for our next live webinar, "Financial Independence Candid Coffee," June 28, 2025: https://streamyard.com/watch/BUr4UuRVt6Uj ------- Get more info & commentary: https://realinvestmentadvice.com/newsletter/ -------- SUBSCRIBE to The Real Investment Show here: http://www.youtube.com/c/TheRealInvestmentShow -------- Visit our Site: https://www.realinvestmentadvice.com Contact Us: 1-855-RIA-PLAN -------- Subscribe to SimpleVisor: https://www.simplevisor.com/register-new -------- Connect with us on social: https://twitter.com/RealInvAdvice https://twitter.com/LanceRoberts https://www.facebook.com/RealInvestmentAdvice/ https://www.linkedin.com/in/realinvestmentadvice/ #OilPrices #CrudeOil #Gold #USDollar #IranIsraelConflict #MarketRally #GeopoliticalRisk #StockMarketNews #IranUSConflict #SmartInvesting #MarketVolatility #InvestingAdvice #Money #Investing

Dr Clark continues the series on the Lord's Supper, Nourish and Sustain. This series explores what the Supper is, why it was instituted, how it has been understood in the history of the church, what Scripture says, how we should understand it, and practice it. The Lord's Supper is one of the two sacraments instituted by our Lord Jesus Christ. A sacrament is a sign and seal of Holy Spirit-given benefits. Where baptism is the sign and seal of initiation into Christ-confessing covenant community, the Lord's Supper is the sign and seal of renewal and personal appropriation of the benefits promised in the covenant of grace. Tragically, since the mid-ninth century at least, holy communion, which is intended to bring Christ's people together, has often been a source of division. Perhaps worse, however, for much of the last one hundred fifty years, the Supper has been much neglected among evangelicals. In this episode, Dr. Clark discusses Heinrich Bullinger's Teaching on the Lord's Supper supported from documents such as Consensus Tigurinus  and the Second Helvetic Confession. This episode of the Heidelcast is sponsored by the Heidelberg Reformation Association. You love the Heidelcast and the Heidelblog. You share it with friends, with members of your church, and others but have you stopped to think what would happen if it all disappeared? The truth is that we depend on your support. If you don't make the coffer clink, the HRA will simply sink. Won't you help us keep it going? The HRA is a 501(c)(3) non-profit organization. All your gifts are tax deductible. Use the donate link on this page or mail a check to Heidelberg Reformation Association, 1637 E Valley Parkway #391, Escondido CA 92027. All the Episodes of the Heidelcast Heidelcast Series: To Nourish and Sustain Subscribe To the Heidelcast Browse the Heidelshop! On Twitter @Heidelcast How To Support Heidelmedia: use the donate button below Subscribe in Apple Podcast Subscribe directly via RSS New Way To Call The Heidelphone: Voice Memo On Your Phone Text the Heidelcast any time at (760) 618–1563. The Heidelcast is available everywhere podcasts are found including Apple Podcasts and Spotify. Call or text the Heidelphone anytime at (760) 618-1563. Leave a message or email us a voice memo from your phone and we may use it in a future podcast. Record it and email it to heidelcast@heidelblog.net. If you benefit from the Heidelcast please leave a five-star review on Apple Podcasts so that others can find it. Please do not forget to make the coffer clink (see the donate button below). SHOW NOTES Heidelblog Resources The HB Media Archive The Ecumenical Creeds The Reformed Confessions Heidelberg Catechism (1563) The Heidelberg Catechism: A Historical, Theological, & Pastoral Commentary (Bellingham, WA: Lexham Press, 2025) Recovering the Reformed Confession (Phillipsburg: P&R Publishing, 2008). What Must A Christian Believe? Why I Am A Christian Heidelblog Contributors Support Heidelmedia: use the donate button or send a check to: Heidelberg Reformation Association 1637 E. Valley Parkway #391 Escondido CA 92027 USA The HRA is a 501(c)(3) non-profit organization

Today's Oddcast - Talking Lamar - You Still Need A Bigger Boat (Airdate 6/20/2025)   The People's Movie Critic is celebrating the 50th anniversary of one of the greatest movies of our lifetime, Jaws.   The Bob & Sheri Oddcast: Everything We Don’t, Can’t, Won’t, and Definitely Shouldn’t Do on the Show!

Today's Oddcast - How We Feel About You (Airdate 6/16/2025)   It's hard to express how much we appreciate you tuning in to listen to blabber into our microphones, but in this episode we're surely gonna try.   The Bob & Sheri Oddcast: Everything We Don’t, Can’t, Won’t, and Definitely Shouldn’t Do on the Show!

Lisa and I found ourselves talking about a frequently asked question in our communities: Won't thinking about my dark stuff make me worse? This is a typical fear of many people endeavoring TMS work. I have such empathy for the perceived quandary - it makes sense that paying attention to seemingly negative content might make it grow. Yet, we both know this is the opposite of truth. Then Lisa suggested a juxtaposition: let's consider the difference between rumination and excavation. Whereas rumination is automatic and unproductive, excavation is intentional and leads to healing. I took the challenge of explaining it through the lens of JournalSpeak, and here we are! I think this episode will enable you to challenge your resistance and open yourself to the incredible transformation that JournalSpeak offers. Lots of love from both of us! XO, N+L COME TO OMEGA Producer: Lisa Eisenpresser Click here to learn about all the tiers of BreakAwake membership and the ways to get so much help, guidance, and support: https://www.yourbreakawake.com/membership Contact Alex here: healwithalexmcqueen@gmail.com Want to read MIND YOUR BODY? Click here. Are you an immediate gratification person like me?? DOWNLOAD THE AUDIBLE HERE! And.... The Kindle version! I am so overjoyed to see what this book will do. Want to be with us in person and spend a week changing your life? (I mean it.) COME TO OMEGA JUNE 22-27, 2025! CLICK HERE. If you are a practitioner looking to specialize in this work or bring it to your community, get the first module of the Sarno x Sachs Solution for free! Click here: www.sarnosachs.com ALL OUR RESOURCES:Instagram: Follow me on insta @nicolesachslcsw for tons of new contentWebsite: www.yourbreakawake.comYouTube: The Cure for Chronic Pain with Nicole Sachs, LCSWFirst Book: The Meaning of TruthFB Closed Group: Nicole Sachs' Support CircleOMEGA General info: OMEGA INSTITUTESubscribe Apple Podcasts Deezer iHeart RadioPublic RSS Spotify