Today Medium tries to get UNBANNED from his phone company. Linktree.com/Cashleaders YouTube Version here: The Good Call

Don't look Too close What you know Isn't what you know; A cold wind blows My hopes away, My home away from home. I was on the wrong bus for awhile before I noticed it, or rather, the right bus, going in the wrong direction— or even, to be clearer, as the bus was marked 5554, or some other number at the end, of course overshadowed by the first sequenced numbers, always tending to me uncomfortable— even though I had attempted to wash its original meaning to my self out of my mind

Say hello to pilty a new cyborg made by the genius hymself Heimerdinger. He would help Heimer out a bit with errands before falling down a robot elevator crashing and losing his just earned memories. Scared of people he would meet a bard and from there who knows what happens from here but time will tell.

My favorite part. You've seen this? I am this. Where is Skrillex? SKRILLEX: is she coming? ...is he watching? This is intense. Joel will know. [dials phone] All: “JOEL WILL KNOW?” You know her?! *smirks* [his phone rings] (Answering) This is Joel. “This is Joel?” WHERE IS SKRILLEX? I got him. IS THAT HER? — IS THAT HIM? It is him. LET ME SEE. He charges—supacree remotely shocks him. The Others glance back and

Don't ask me about Dillon Francis I can't imagine a family with him; Nor could I fathom an anger management program or past abandonment banishment plan that would establish a dad-level of trust with the man, I'm just disgusted, sad, savage and rusted; krusty Krab frustrated, hushed and silenced by the hands of the establishment You go where the fuck you go You do what the fuck you do You feel how the fuck you feel You are who the fuck you are You see what the fuck you see You know who

FLASHBACK: SEASON 5/7 He's 5'7 now?! he's 5'2, he was just standing on his-- --stop this right now. LEGENDS: ENTER THE MULTIVERSE Fuck. What was it? It was a p— Well it was a *PR Lol. *PT cruiser Yeah, but it was— It was purple. It was a purple PT. Cruiser It was—but what else was it? Ugh. I forgot. Yeah, I bet. GOOGLE SEARCH shades of purple. Ooooh. PERIWINKLE. You fucking dumb ass. I mean, Jesus. How long has it been? At least

You went to fame school. Yah. With Skrillex. [Supacree is a Skrillex] Yah. —?! What!? Nobody goes to fame school— Wut. —with that guy! Wut. Seriously, Cree. What is your life?? —?! Wait, what?! Yeah, bitch! Skrillex was your PROFESSOR!? Lol n0o0ooo. I had Deadmau5z. awhat. And Armin. Armin Van Buuren?! Ya. And— CHRISTOPHER WALKEN vs. SUPACREE -_- —__^ *_- ^__\ \__/ *_*

Work it//boy oh boy//RATATA RATATA/TATATA Didn't I already do this? Hmm. There's gotta be one more. Maybe I don't know. Who cares! ALRIGHT, THATS IT. Calm down, man. NAH. GET THE FUCK OUT MY BASEMENT. What the frick?! GET OUT — NOW. *meanwhile* INTERMISSIOn Oh shit, what the fuck happened at intermission? Or, rather— What the fuck didn't happen at intermission. I'M GONNA KILL YOU, MOTHAFUCKA. Damn, she's scary in a New York accent

In the fourth season: Joel uses Deadmau5, and MC music programming to hack The Grid and bring S Ū P A C R E E through the ascended realms and into Workd of Musuc, an a ended dimension where fame & fortune meet lost souls and kínderes spirits through the vibration of creative energy— S Ū P ACREE, a friend of the dead and the lonely beside them, learns to use her powers to shift quickly through the outer realms—now fleeing from, but never escaping— SKRILLEX—

Suddenly, I was warm all over—I looked around the room for a heating vent or whatever air duct might be responsible—there was nothing; it seemed to be coming from me. I was radiating all of a sudden, but unlike any way I had before…I wasn't happy at all, I'm fact, I was irritated, standing in the lobby of the women's shelter, already having jumped two trains and a bus from Brooklyn to The Bronx, and still needed to return back for my things. Some of which weren't even allowed in

I got water in my lung, But no more blood runnin through my veins Read between the lines, Stay the fuck outta my lane I am the greatest. I am the champion I retain information You are the lamest This is my game And you are just playin it You pay for the playlist I prayed for the A list And finally I made it —finally I made it —finally I made itX -Sunnï Blū. FLASHBACK: SEASON 4 Anandar ran off with the acid; Now I can' stand a man, or a hammock, I've been abandoned,

I watch countdowns at cathedrals; Collisions — encrypted visions Of existence, history, Political ambitions, Mysterious mentors, Missed connections, Telemiscommunications, Movements, symphonies, Revisions, Reimagined abandonment, And fantasies; —attack of the apparitions, Saints and Saviors, The greatest creators ever known We're often never known, till later. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL

the first drop gave me herpes. well, that's SUPACREE. needed it to be a leap year, but it wasn't , and although I was expecting a small amount of money on the 3rd, I had to depart lik/ on the first, and though I had roughly 4 days remaining in my stay, it had started to feel like the beginning of the end, from about the night before and into the morning, waking up sick and sore and most of all tired and hungry A Free Vegan is a term used to describe a person who practices veganism, but

the first drop gave me herpes. well, that's SUPACREE. needed it to be a leap year, but it wasn't , and although I was expecting a small amount of money on the 3rd, I had to depart lik/ on the first, and though I had roughly 4 days remaining in my stay, it had started to feel like the beginning of the end, from about the night before and into the morning, waking up sick and sore and most of all tired and hungry A Free Vegan is a term used to describe a person who practices veganism, but

CHAUNCEY STREET, BROOKLYN. NY. A knock at the door. ALEX lets our a deep sigh and places her phone down on the table; she opens the door. Her face is flush. Hey. Hey. [A mysterious man] lets himself in. Did you talk to her. Yeah. Is she still in New York. Yeah. She's still in New York. Brooklyn? I don't know. ‘You don't know' I don't know. —but she's here. In the city? Yeah! Okay. [the mysterious man] sets a stuffed white envelope on the table]

Here, they call with disco balls Stars in my eyes, but stars do fall First true love dies hard after all, No star shines bright as morning comes —(for) Sonny Five seconds of poop in my ears. ‘Strange' I had been listening to the same thing nearly every day for months; All of a sudden, it scraped against my senses in the worst way possible; ‘I don't want to hear this.' –and, I really didn't. For the first time in a very long while, I didn't want to hear

“White people suck!” This is a self-stated fact. White people are the only ones going around saying that shit. I mean, everyone else thinks it, it's true. Lots of people say it—just in other ways. Not exactly like that. “White people suck!” White people say this about themselves, as if they're not getting a little bit of fucking sociopathic joy out of it. I lived with a white a supremacist that may or may not have known he was a white supremacist. *may

Just remember, Sonny, You were first You were my first Just remember If I'm sorry, You'd be sorry first So just remember, Sonny Just remember Sonny I fell in love with ya; Now I'll always be in love with ya I'll always be in love with ya Ya, I like it rough enough Until it hurts Until it hurts Huh Ya I like it rough enough Enough until it hurts I like it rough enough I Kike it rough enough It hurts Just remember you weee first Just remember, you were first God, The curves of

Hello travellors this is a story about a bard who would go to school and inevitebly be kicked. Maybe that's a good thing but who knows what we do know is that this 7-string banjo bard is a vibe to be with.

This is a backstory about a young monk who wants to help Demacia and bring it to it's original glory but in his quest he finds something, a dark power unknown to most.Will he accomplish his goal or lose it all, time will tell for his journey.