It was marky mark and Channing Tatum, but in the dream they were just my friends. They were hanging out in Vegas and I dropped by to say hi, but I had to get going. I was renting a white Beamer SUV which I thought was too nice for me. Thought about going back to say hello but had to convince my parents. Dumb. At least I figured out who those two shirtless dudes were. Oh they also had that guy from Dexter with them. That's correct. And an old dude. But what is that dudes name?

winter has come. Ft. Uptown A A very dark skinned man, athletic build and tall introduces himself. He appears to be some type of fitness instructor. MOZU (In African accent) Hello! I am MOZU! PATRICK Oh. Hello, Mozu. MOZU (In very clear American accent) How we doin'? There is a slight awkward break and short pause before he continues, laughing. MOZU CONT'D Haha! Got you! Thought I was African, didn't you? PATRICK (awkwardly) Wouldn't have mattered! MOZU That one always gets

'I_NY' (The Studio Album)Track 07- eye(s). Uptown A, ft. c o l o r s prod. By Blū Tha Gürū “Tears of a Clown” eye(s) official music video I_NY. (The Studio Album) By Uptown A A Short Film Concept Written and Directed by C'cxell Soleïl [Prod. By Blū Tha Gürū] CONEY ISLAND, circa 1903 A carnival entertainer is swept through time and into an unknown world—as the clown/mime struggles to find something familiar in the new world, the clown soon realizes they

'I_NY.' The Studio Album. track 10. - PWR. (The Great Adventures of Uptown A)Uptown A,-Ū. Prod. by Blū Tha Gürū I also do comedy, and write books. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © You'd be lost with your your girl, I'd be lost without her too. for everything you've done to me, I give the world, the color blu(e).

lol where is this being held? In an auditorium? An auditorium. For acoustics. And also because SO MANH PEOPLE SHOWED UP. Well, let's get this thing going. Are you sure about this ahahahahahahYAYAYSYhhahahahahaha NEXT. No. Certainly not! Great, let's get going. [SETH MCFARLENE enters timidly.] Seth McFarlene— what are you doing here? I—don't know. Well. Have a seat. Are you sure? I'm positive. [he procrastinates] Is this a joke? What do

Push you out the window, Push you out the window, Push you out the window Push you out the window This is not the window This is not the window This is not the window This is not the window It's an innuendo It's an innuendo. It's an innuendo It's an innuendo I'll push you out the window (Push you out the window) Go get some regular girls Go do some regular things Go back regular works. You not scaring nobody. I Rick with ghosts and the comics Souped up cars, delivering

What's wrong with Conan O'Brian? He's just—taller than he should be. —that's it? Yes. Oh. Johnny Carson in the bathtub, In the long run, I'll need a back rub Long talks with God, I'm in a bad club Can't waste the hate these days On bike racers and man scrubs Yikes Cancel my subscriptions, The price hikes more than miles a minute My whole matrix a Peloton; You woke Satan, The lights is off Again, With the people And the people And the things And the people

After reporting the noisy modified vehicles and motorcycles the targeted attack changed to honking; there is a group responsible for the consistent harassment and purposeful intent to harm by causing residents distress and anxiety with the use of motor vehicles through modified engines, flashing lights, honking horns and other methods of psychological attack. These sounds are instigated repeatedly and are due in no part to “regular traffic”, but rather by individuals in parked cars

The book was fictional, but a perfect reflection of the treatment I had received since arriving to New York City; nothing was free, and it was almost as if the incessant hazing, entrapment, harassment, and terrorism had been at the cost of my own clarity— no longer could I trust another human being, ever. if these fictional ballerinas could do such horrible things to one another, what could their equally as devious adult counterparts do in order to disarm a potential threat—and if this

She's REAL! I'm telling you she is. Sweetie, I know you have had a lot going on lately, but— I'm serious! She was sitting in the audience! She had the same glasses on and everything! Oh, come on. I should be meditating. The likelyhood that I might actually be belonging into a hive mind has recently kept me from furiously masturbating. Bad news for the helicopter making a habit of hovering outside my window. Here's hoping she's dressed this time! [F-f-f-f] Nope.

‘Good girl.' It would be my first deck of tarot cards since leaving Mexico, and though it would take longer than I would have wanted, the yoga mat would nearly complete my in-home fitness essentials. The Peleton bike would be delivered mid-week, and although I owed another $120 upon activation, it didn't seem to matter, as I could delay its activation by another month and begin budgeting its monlthy rental fee at the beginning of the year. At top of my list of actual priorities, were my

She's REAL! I'm telling you she is. Sweetie, I know you have had a lot going on lately, but— I'm serious! She was sitting in the audience! She had the same glasses on and everything! Oh, come on. I should be meditating. The likelyhood that I might actually be belonging into a hive mind has recently kept me from furiously masturbating. Bad news for the helicopter making a habit of hovering outside my window. Here's hoping she's dressed this time! [F-f-f-f] Nope.

You DJ…magic? I do whatever I want. Awh—oh, well. Why are you so nervous? Just aM. Sit down. I'm already sitting. Lower. Uh, like this? On the floor. Alright… Here's a cushion for your arse; Don't get up. Thank you. I'm going to make tea. —I take cream in mine; two sugars. I didn't ask! [in almost no time, and some heavy clamoring through the beaded entry to the doorway, a teacup appears on the table in front of him; it slowly

Somebody pull shit shit off the shelves. Honest to god they're trying to kill me. I've never been angrier. Maybe all this having already happened in some kind of irregular repeat existence is the reason for my having immidiately hated Jimmy Fallon upon his introduction to the cast of Saturday Night Live. Maayyyybeee. Probably. I hated him immidiately. Even before breaking character, or any fourth wall— before I realized at all why I would continue to hate this actor for

She's REAL! I'm telling you she is. Sweetie, I know you have had a lot going on lately, but— I'm serious! She was sitting in the audience! She had the same glasses on and everything! Oh, come on. I should be meditating. The likelyhood that I might actually be belonging into a hive mind has recently kept me from furiously masturbating. Bad news for the helicopter making a habit of hovering outside my window. Here's hoping she's dressed this time! [F-f-f-f] Nope.

What did I tell you before? Did it matter? Well, the aching went away—that's for sure. But for how long? Almost certainly temporarily. So you'll remember what I've told you. I hope so. What's the password? St. Barts. Tokyo. Honeycomb. Good. Initiating Sequence No dinner by candlelight, As delimiter dawns, I do awaken Though, hindering on these kind words— Forsaken from death's pardon, The waiting begins, as a new rose Hath yet budded Great, here

Oh my God! That's that place! That's that place! DID YOU SEE THAT THING OH MY GOD. FUCK THAT. Okay. Fuck that guy. Leave him alone. Weeeelllllll, Wellll Well now. That's the place from that one time. Are you sure it was a time— —are you sure it was a place? Are you sure you werennt dreaming. I wasn't dreaming! Only masturbating! What's the difference?! I'm at least slightly more conscious when I'm masturbating. At least slightly. Jesus Christ.

I'm not obsessed with you; I'm just studying occultism and your name keeps coming up. I am sort of obsessed with this craft, The occult a magic of passion, desire, intention Intuition, and of course Enamour and illusion You, are, sir– Perhaps the most fascinating aspect to have happened of it yet And I find that all long, The answers to the question I never asked were there Just as i had focused them, –and without ever having to Do you fear me? Should I? You did

I've abandoned your proposal A wickedness that speaks with winds Untied hands And no spirit yet to grip, My heart has moved, And lest, The ties that bind are still bound by blood As never sold souls walk endlessly at diamond crossroads Kneeling in the eye at dawn, To sworn Did you want that to-go, or? You know what? I like that version of him. Me too, kind of Lets just leave him here We should. We can't. We should, though. All stand, for the irish; Some of us,

Why didn't you just get out when you could? When could I just ever ‘get out'?? You're probably right. More than probably. I could feel my abdomen creeping up my sides–I was heavier than normal, but mostly all new, lean muscle–the long hours on the cycle bike were making my core a strange and hard, sturdy plank under the soft skin on my tummy, a smooth and comfy and warm, plush layer of autumn coconut oil and sweet potatoes resting on my midriff and thick thighs– I