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Browse era →It's 900 p.m. Lights up. Mike's hot. Chaos in the stream. VA calling in. Slurring words. Starting up a scene. Talking all that trash. Then she flips. Ra queen. Mad at me. Girl, please. The show runs on caffeine. Sides twisted laughing loud. Whiskey in his veins. Slurs flying left and right. We cut the feed. No shame. But the chat's on fire. Can't tame this flame. This ain't your mama's podcast. This a
runaway train. Welcome to the madness. Buckle up tight. Boos flashing on cam chat. Losing their minds. Michael getting gonged. Alex taking flight. It's wild. It's wrong and we do it every night. Pa got them sing. Hearts in the chat, but she ain't got time for a dude like that. Diamond flirting hard. Let the girls react. It's a freak show party. No
filter. All facts. Yo, all facts. Yo yo, Michael drops a line. Gong, not tonight. Alex tried to joke. Boom. Sent into the night. Panel looking sideways. Someone's got a fight. Producers on mute, praying this don't spike. Diamonds feeling spicy. Shirt slipping down low. Oops, she says with a wink. That's the
whole show. S half asleep but still cracking jokes. Slur out wisdom with a bourbon soap glow. No rules, just rolls. We pretend to play. One hand on the mute, other letting it spray. It's a circus. It's a riot, a beautiful mess. One wrong word and we're trending in the press. Welcome to the madness. Buckle up tight. Boobs fashion on cam chat. Losing their
minds. Michael getting gonged to Alex taking flight. It's wild, it's wrong, and we do it every night. Paige got them. Hearts in the chat, but she ain't got time for a dude like that. Diamond flirting hard. Let the girls react. It's a freak show party. No filter. All facts. Yeah. All facts.
Lights out. One more round. Beat on the line. Yelling at a ghost from a bottle of wine. We laugh, we cry, we crash. Rewind. Same time next week. You know the vibe. Welcome to madness. Enjoy the ride.
Yeah. Welcome to the madness. Enjoy the ride. >>
>> Welcome to the madness. Enjoy the ride. Welcome to the madness. Enjoy the ride.
>> >> Oh, look. I had a shower. My hair is not greasy. I promise. I had a nice shower. Good times, huh? Oh, I remember when I made that video like a long time ago. There's some errors in it. I mean, if I did it, I could actually probably redo it if I wanted to with my face on them because
now I know how to do my face on videos, but they are expensive, those particular ones. At least they're at least $10 to $20 a piece um to to produce, which is like, you know, thinking think about it, that's pretty good deal compared to like a, you know, producing an actual music video. kip to go in and it doesn't matter. It
be very difficult. So you can do one show you one with me and I'll be ready to go. Let's see. Stronger. Take this one.
>> >> I was just as lost as you. Don't flinch. I've got the scars to prove it through. A doorway cracked inside my skull. Let the shadowings crawl. Whispering.
Every thought brought its own ghost friend. till my mind's in until a crowded dead end. Time looped in static forever. But the rebel in me ask what if better is just clever.
And I can feel I'm getting stronger now. Stronger now. Stronger now. This nightmare glitching out somehow. Each slick girl light
is beating in the ground. Pulls me higher. I'm breaking down. I can feel stronger now. Grinning until it cracked my face.
Performer in a ghostly space. Tired of tests with no right answers. Tired of chaos playing cancer. But once I swear the sky was white summer live. No need to hide. If free will's real then hear my vow. My voice will wake with sleep in you now.
Stronger now. Heat. Heat. Heat.
>> stronger now. >>
No more selfies. Burn the script. The flutter recedes. I find my grip. Feet on ground. Pulseing riot. Marching out of the dream. Slow quiet. Not giving up hope. We're prisons of soul. Power stacked. A psychic quiet. We feed each other. Be the fire.
Stronger now. Stronger now.
Now
we
>> I don't know if it glitches out for you guys, but stronger now, right? Is that me as a priest? Yes, actually I I do wear a priest garb sometimes. My cat's sleeping on it right now, but I'm actually a I'm an ordained minister actually since I was like 18. Hey, babe. Hey, there's Lola. Lola's coming up. Want to say hi, Lola?
Hi. You little fussy now? Oh. Oh, hey. That's Trix's mom. Are you here, Rudy, too? You're Rudy here? Rudy's here, too. Where are you? Back so you can see the kitties properly. Let's see. Hi, babe. Hi,
Rudy. Hi. You're over there. Okay. Right here. Or that's Lola. This Lola. Hi. Hi. Are you coming over? Come over and say hi. Coming over.
Okay. Where are you going? You see my underwear? Okay. Anyone want to come up on panel? Yeah, you're the very happy person. Hi, babies. Hi. Oh, what are you? I hear you, Trix. Trix is around here someplace. Trix is around
here someplace. Okay. Yeah, I got another nice delicious coffee I have. So, I'll stay for a little bit. But if no one comes up, you know, keep playing. So here we go. Beautiful with the parrot.
Oh, you can kind of see tricks of her boobs. Psycho, what did you do? Why did you go to JC's last week? Why did I go up? Why did you go? Because I wanted to say hi to Jaci and then I come on and she wasn't even there. And then I was talking to somebody in the chat or in the on the panel. His name is Vanguard. Well, because she was like away from the
panel, I guess. And uh and then he asked me my my new uh my backup channel. I I just said my backup channel and all of a sudden I was cut off the show and she was saying I didn't say hi properly to her. So I don't I don't know. That's the whole story. That's it's really So I saw a lot of people I know there and stuff, but she wasn't very polite to me.
She was kind of like, you know, just brush me off. So, see I got no one comes up. You come up during the musical entrudes. Okay, come on up. Oh my god.
See what's the new prophecy video.
They whispered a name in the temples of night. Golden wings glow in the candle light. Crowds came running just to see the flame. But envy was the price of fame. And now he stands where the echoes fall
with terror in hand. Hearing every call from praise to venom in the same breath. But the fire in his eyes burns gold not red. Two psyches, one thread of light. Crossing ages, crossing night. Through trial, storms
and shadowed seas. Both are bound by destiny. One event, one breathing here, both are broken, both sincere. The prophecy unfolds in time, in every card, in every sign.
She sorted the seeds in the dark of the hall. While the jealous laughs, praying she would fall. He faces the chat like a lion caged. Every word of spark, every glare a blade. Yet every task, every
poison bear turns into fuel for the fire he wears. They thought the game would grind him down. But he built his crown from the stones they've thrown. >> Two psyches, one thread of light, crossing ages, crossing night through trial storms and
shadowed seas. Both are bound by destiny. One a myth, one breathing here, both unbroken, both sincere. The prophecy unfolds in time, in every card, in every sign. She walks through death for a gift
in a box. He walks through life like a wolf through the fox. The underworld speaks, but they keep their pace. Shadow to shadow, face to face. >> In the deepest dark, the
soul won't hide. Both emerge on the other side. Changed, reborn, and made to be the keepers of their legacy. Two psychics, one thread of light. Now the trials fade from sight
through chaos. Fire and whispering seas they stand crowned in victory. One in story, one in flesh. Yet their journey we mesh the prophecy at last revealed in the soul that will not yield.
>>
>> Yeah, there we go. Hey guys. Okay, well that's it for now. The music. Okay. Hey Rudy. Want to see Rudy again? He's over there. You're on my left. Oh my gosh. I'm just an under. Oh, are you still like to cuddle with me? Okay. Well, I'm going to welcome anybody up. I'll try to pin the
link. Maybe it's going to be a little quiet or I don't know. Is everyone traveling? Anyone traveling? Anyone? Anyone home for the holidays? Having a nice Thanksgiving. I'm going to go to my sisters for Thanksgiving. And uh she's going to have a nice delicious I'm sure they always have a delicious turkey. And um my other sister makes Brussels
sprouts. I love uh they're really good and uh I look forward to at least I you know I won't be alone on thanks Thanksgiving but I wouldn't be alone anyway because I got you know a show and you guys too and uh I got a couple coffees left tonight so I'll hang out for a little bit but if
anyone wants to hang out I don't know it's kind of quiet and continue I'll mean look for something I'll be back with you momentarily Let me see. Sort by date. Let's see.
Is this okay?
Well, it's getting too quiet. Kind of kind of spooky. Oh, yeah. So, yeah, somebody like there's there's a person getting a tattoo of me, my name, but look look what it says. It's just so offensive.
I mean, I wish it was a nice tribute to me, but look, that's what she's getting on her chest. Doesn't look like she has much of a chest, though. I mean, is that Noel? I mean, yeah. Or unless that's her back, but why does she have a chin, right? I don't know. Um, but yeah, I don't know. Hopefully, that's her cat. That That's
not Lenor because Lenor is not in the haters club. Lenor's in the psyche lovers club. loves me. So that's her cat. But I like it. I like it. I do like it. You know, nice and big. There you go. So, wear it proudly.
Now, I can't see anything on my desk. Oh, okay. Maybe it's a little sign from the universe saying, "Take a break. You are working yourself too hard." Let's see.
This looks creepy here. Spooky video.
>> >> The whispers in my skull keep nudging me to kneel. Like the elders circling overhead, hungry for a reveal. The room won't stop turning. The floors are black tight. And I
choke down one more omen just to feel alive. The choir in my ribs keeps begging me to stay. You pull that in the liver. All the shadows go away. But the sand's already falling and I'm done by time. So I stash my
truth in silence. You don't get the inside line. Keep demanding that I choose a throne. Sky fire or underworld. Claim it or die alone. I'm the cold spruce prophet. You should know better. Don't
ask the storm to linger. This weather is the chance in my skull keeps claiming I'm not all right. Turning my mind into a cyclone that rips out the lights. Heavy air cracks, moons, cold
pressure. Don't lock me in this moment forever. Whispers keep promising I won't see it done. And I don't bring up the drama cuz it hits too strong. They say I'm fine,
but that's the kind of lie that gets you swallowed whole in the temple's eye. The guidance in my head is a battleman with swagger. The whole vessel go down like a dagger. I'm a stray acolyte with no tether. Don't freeze this chapter forever. The spirits
keep insisting that I'm unhinged. And maybe there like the needle won't unswing. Black skies I grim weather don't trap me in this echo forever. The whispers say they are next mark since birth and paranoia paints every corner of the earth. We're all dust bound pilgrims heading to dirt. But if I go down the night, I'm taking the cosmos.
The voices say I'm cursed and the vibe gets worse, but I refuse to let the ending read like a rehears. We all get claimed. But before the bell lifts, I'll tilt the whole world off its axis with
one last gift. Returns, you won't surive. And I'm done discussing
the wounds I hide. Did they say I'm okay? We both know that's false scripture cuz the mirrors crack and the shadows whisper.
First call repeats. Pray or be undone. As I spin like a blighted planet orbiting a dead sun, I hit the bottom of the chalice just to mute the ache. I'm losing my mind.
And no, I'm not opening that gate.
>>
>> Well, let's see. So, so should I you like that CB? I mean, go on other lives now. I mean, I'm doing good. Uh, I do want to go on other lives. I mean, I like to go on some chats, like certain chats, and uh lot a lot of
people have open panels. Um, some of them are not too friendly. Um, you love it. Thank you so much. Maybe I'll make that one one of the uh the next songs. I know a lot of people do like love the music I do, you know. It wouldn't be here if I didn't pull it out, you know.
So, it's like um I think it is like a form of art, art, expression, and Yeah. So, thank you. Oh, thank you. Uh thank you. I did have like a great this great uh rap song like when I when I came back introduced me,
but I mean I can't trying to find myself. Let me see if I can find the video again. Might be my archives. I go redownload it. I think this one turned out one of the best. I almost made this one the the theme song, but I chose, you know, I have a limited
limited amount I could do. So, let me see. These ones are a lot more affordable. Um, let me see which one was it. This one.
>> I found it. Okay. Okay, you heard a little bit there. Thank you for sharing. I don't know. Maybe I won't be here very long. I just hoping to not it. Okay.
I know. I was hoping to have people come up and stuff.
>> >> Is it downloading it? Let me see. Downloads. Okay. Huh.
Try again. Download. Oh, I guess I have to download it from here. I gota
save video as downloads. Okay, rename it. Uh oh.
I think that did it. Okay. Sorry, I'm a little slow cuz I Your Nick was in a hot tub earlier. I only missed it. I'm glad I ended earlier so you guys could see that. Um, it sounds interesting. She wasn't in a diaper, right?
>> Hear the Panthers hiss. Chad, don't blink at this. Father sight crawled out the algorithmic abyss. Guess who's back? Yeah, tell the trolls I brought receipts. I got kicked off the mountain top. Shadow ban like a prophecy. Mod swung the hammer. Thought they shattered the anomaly. Whole chat screaming where'd he go? Relax. I was just doing a three-day exile like a low budget Moses. They tried to smother the flame. Oh,
bless their hearts. Didn't know the core runs deeper than their little rule charge. Page was praying beat the pace and loner guarding the gate. Go settle resurrect and boom, your boy is spawn blade. They pushed me out the temple thinking I'd crumble to dust. But the panther follows prophecy and the prophecies YouTube said not today. And I said, "Bitch, watch me anyway." >> Now this looks like a job for me.
Light the sides wake the feet. They need a little controversy cuz the pan over feels empty. Nike stack reborn and clean. Sharp claws new prophecy. Yeah, they tried to cut the stream but the clo don't die. It reincarnates like me. Little Gman squealing. He's gone. He's finished. Meanwhile, my cults in the chat like,
"Bro, you wish." I'm the glitch. That glitch is the glitch itself. The father of chaos on your recommended shelf. Shadow casters, troll masters, spammers with disaster. Didn't know my moderators upgrade faster. You tried to shut the ritual, but the ritual got spiritual. Even Androme said, "Bring him back. We're not done punishing the pitiful." I'm back like a curse with a sense of humor. Back like a myth rewritten with
tumors. Back like a raven tapping at your screen back like who me did good queen junior bing antennas and I'm crawling under YouTube skin alithmic ring the bell I'm live again it yeah this looks like a job for me open panels prophecy you need a little
controversy cuz the chat feels empty without me back the streets from LA sidewalks to the Panthers They try to exile father side, but you can't me tip for tat with anybody talking trash. Your lies age worse than milk left out in the summer grass. You said I'd vanish. Cute, adorable, wrong. I came back swinging with a tarot deck and a theme
song. Your rumors in my shield and slit off harmless. Hum took a phoenix for a dude just being harmless. I'm obscene. No, I'm a screen spirit with a dream. A cult leader poet with a panther eye gleam. I'm not the first king of chaos, but I'm the one you troll her. You open panels, I open portals, you host streams, I host can pop up
and preach, but the river feels dry when I'm off the beach. You want the storm, you want the myth, you want the chaos. Here I brought a gift. This always was a job for me. So everybody just follow me.
You need a little controversy cuz it feels too empty for me. Psyches back. The Colts intact. The trolls retract. The Panthers.
Tell the world he is back. >>
>> Okay. Okay. So, I'll do this horoscopes. Okay. So, I'm going to start with Aries, guys. These are horoscopes for Thanksgiving. They're special little Thanksgiving week horoscopes. So, Aries is the one who shows up early and leaves loud. Okay. So, Aries, you're kicking doors open like it's Black Friday sale. Um, so today remember you're grateful
for winning. That's it. Watch your temper. When someone critiques uh your mashed potatoes, you are one minor comment away from flipping the table. Okay. Next, we have Taurus. You know, Taurus is going to be called the secret chef. So, you cooked 80% of the meal and
expect 120% of the praise. Honestly, deserved. Uh, comfort is your religion today. a warm blanket, soft lighting, and a strategic position closest to the dessert table. Someone tries to rush you, they will fail. Okay. Next, of course, we have Gemini. Gemini is known as the uh the cousin who talks too much. Your brain is buzzing like a Wi-Fi
router with commitment issues. You're the life of the party, the chaos of the party, and the tweet about the party later. Today, you juggle three conversations, two plates, and at least one existential crisis. Uh, cancer is called the emotional glue of the family. You're the one making sure everyone feels welcome, even the messy uncle who shouldn't be invited. Today, you remember old memories, shed one noble tear, and somehow end up doing the
dishes because nobody else does them right. Right. Okay. Leo is the main character of the meal. You didn't dress up for Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving dressed up for you. Your hair is perfect. Your aura is loud. And you deliver grace like it's a Tony Awards acceptance speech. Someone compliments your outfit. Yeah, they better. Okay, Virgo. the perfectionist with clenched teeth. Everything is wrong except the things you did personally. You're
grateful for efficiency and the sweet release of order. Today, you fix three things quietly, judge 10 things silently, and save the entire dinner without anyone noticing. Uh, for Libra, the diplomat who can't pick a pie, you want to keep peace, harmony, and your reputation. But when forced to choose between pumpkin or pecan, you short circuit. Today, you charm everyone into thinking you're helping, even though you
haven't lifted a single dish. Scorpio is the one with mysterious motives. Your energy is dark cranberry sauce, thick, deep, and possibly dangerous. Today, you overhear something juicy. Protect one secret and intimidate everyone without saying a word. Someone tries to anal psychoanalyze you. That's a bad choice. Okay. Um, Sagittarius, the unhinged explorer. You're talking about philosophy while people are trying just
trying to eat today. You suggest spontaneous travel plans, overshare wildly, and accidentally start a debate that ruins someone's appetite. chaotic good energy all around. So for Capricorn, I'm a Capricorn, right? The responsible one who hates it here. You're holding this holiday together with pure willpower. You're grateful for stability, quiet, and the ability to
step away when relatives act foolish. Today, you carve the turkey like a CEO and judge everyone who doesn't help clean up. Okay, Aquarius is the weird genius at the table. You show up with a dish nobody asked for, but everyone wants to try. You drop strange facts, predict that the next 20 years of society, and then vanish for 15 minutes because you needed air. Honestly iconic. And for Pisces, finally, the last one is
the empath who feels everything. You can sense every emotion in the room like a psychic sponge. Today, you drift between the bliss, melancholy, and euphoria. Depending on who's sitting next to you, someone shares a tear heartfelt memory. You tear up instantly. A well, there you go. Did you like that? There you go. You can play around with the thing. Hey, Justin How. How are you? I just read through everyone's Thanksgiving scope, you know, it's maybe it's a little bit
early, but what what day is it? It's still it's almost Tuesday. No, it's Tuesday now, right?
Oh, my dreads. Yeah, they're not really dreads. It's just my hair is a little bit wet there. It's fixed a little bit. I don't have it tied back into a bun today. Do I have a rubber band? I would. I don't see one around here. just sitting with the cat. There's There's Trixie. Oh, you're sitting there. Right there. Sitting. Hi. You're saying hi.
You loved your Aquarius reading. Okay, good. Yeah, I think they're pretty accurate. Like knowing this, knowing what I know about the signs. Hi. So, that's Lola and Trixie. And then there's Rudy back here. Rudy, can I see you? Here. I can't
background's a little strong. There we go. It's kind of I am I am wearing underwear. Okay. So, it's not weird. I am. Okay. Okay. You want to come on panel or else I'm just going to wrap it up. Uh and uh
let me just play a few songs. So, come on up here. Can interrupt.
Okay.
Oh,
behind these eyes the veil is torn. No mortal light, no human dawn. A hollow temple where gods once fed. Now only sils
carved in red. You drape my sorrow on your frame. But wearing pain won't all flame. You'll reach for the spirit
I cast in fire. You'll touch only smoke from the fallen. Every scar I hide still chest. Ancient hymns the dead still want.
I am no priest for your rebirth. I'm bound to settle bone and earth. I am not your cure. I fractured. I can't save me. I can't save you.
>> >> Your hope is an altar built on frost. You call it love, but count the cost. You want an oracle sealed in skin,
but prophecy dies when dragged within. I bring no angels, no repaired wings, only relics of forgotten kings.
Don't place your faith in curse. I cannot cleanse your alter stage. Every scar I hide still shient
him the destined one. I am no priest for your rebirth. I'm bound to shadow bone and earth. I am not your cure. I fracture too.
I can't save me. I can't save you. Come to me open. Read the rooms in blood. See the void beneath the flood. Split me open. My heart's obsidian
stone. No spell resurrects a soul overthrown. You seek salvation from my decay, but even demons turn away.
Every scar still fell. pulling ghosts into their tra. I'm not the light you're crawling through. I burn, I break, I
banish too. I am not your cure. No alchemy. True. I can't save me. I can't save you.
>>
>> Heat.
Heat.
Here
we go. Okay. So, let's look at Matongi right here. See the parrot? That parrot's a little bit big than the one she usually just has flying on her. That's a pretty big parrot, like you know. And wild. Wow, that would be quite a quite a killer. But, you know, you can domesticate these pairs. We have
one called an Amazon. Uh, didn't have quite as long a tail as that, but those are not the ones she usually has. She usually has the red the cherry-headed coners. I'll show you what a cherry-headed conor looks like cuz I used to have one. Well, I don't have a picture of mine, but her name was Lucy. Uh, she loved me, but she was known as like she was like a little violent. So,
yeah, they're called the cherryheaded con. weird. They're local in this area, too. It's so weird. Like sometimes when I'll do certain mantra, um they will appear and stuff like that, but I'll show you what they look like. They're really pretty. So, I call cherry heads, but here I need to save this as a document or JPG. Okay.
JPG. You can just see what they look like. Really cute. So, yeah, she was a sweet and sweet sweet bird. Okay, I think I saved it. Okay, let's see. Okay, and here's what they look like. Where are we? Here we go.
GP. Come on. Yeah. Here. Isn't that cute? So, they're kind of small. They're they're smaller birds, but yeah, they they look like they're pretty cool, though.
I love some of the uh birds of paradise. If you guys ever seen, they're pretty amazing. Let's can check some out. Let me see. Also have to be careful about not playing it full screen and not playing the sound with it. But, let me see.
I don't know if it's like somebody else's monetized content. I'll just find like this one. This one's one of my favorites. Okay, let me just share the screen. I don't play just smaller. Okay, where am I? Okay, watch this guys. Birds of Paradise. Pretty amazing.
Okay.
Okay. So that's the meaning dance. It does nature exploding. Look at the sub sub things. This is the male spoggle capsule for bird of paradise. So found in western New Guinea. Look at it. Look at it. Wow.
Is originally thought to be the same bird as the famous smiley face. Superb bird of paradise. But look at it. Look at it. What a cute bird. Oh. Oh, he's doing like twostep. Wow. Amazing. Isn't nature amazing? The vocal cap's black cape is less oval and his
blue breast feathers look more like a frowny face. So, it makes some kind of face. Looks like a mustache and a face a little bit, but Oh my gosh. Oh no. What's he doing? What's wrong, baby? Hey, watching some birds mate. Oh my god. Oh my god. Is that exp is that too explicit for my show? I'm not sure. And then uh yeah, look at the
little two little eyes. Like, wasn't that creepy? Wow. Amazing. Amazing. What' you think of that, guys? Pretty amazing. Did you see it?
Well, looks like everyone left and no one's really wanting to participate. Well, so I'll wrap it up and I'll maybe tomorrow will be a better day, right? Okay, an outro and I love you guys. Keep a good night.
Well, Psyche's in his speedo. Stars and stripes parade. Fish tacos on the table. Another wild charade. He's hitting on straight men. Come on, lose that shirt. Meanwhile, BA's on the
hotline yelling till it hurts. Pretty pages dodging simps like dodgeball in the gym. Canada dry got gonged off. Didn't even swim. Summer spunky Marcy flashing chaos on the feed. And
here comes a porn bomb. Oh lord, we don't need. Welcome to the madness. Welcome to the show where the hard are soft. A debate still a nogo. We're laughing through the trolls, making gold out of hate. This is
psyche awakens. We're never closing the gate.
Pet is kitties purring. Christine's with fuzzy bear. Arthur stirring pots like he's cooking up a scare. Truckerado rumbles in. Salmon's chasing views. DJ Elu cartoon
face breaking all the rules here on Got the trolling gang down to an art. The ocean's waiting in calm the shark. >> >> He eyes on the ever clear. Words slurry
free and Michael spirits here in every memory. We fought, we've laughed, we've gone too far. We've turned the trolls into our own memoir. We've bent the rules. We've heard the gongs.
Damn, this crew still sings along.
Welcome to the madness. Welcome to the show where every wild night becomes another in joke. We're laughing through the chaos and making it great. Psych awakens forever. Yeah, we love this fate.
All right, who's got the fish tacos? And why is Arthur still talking?
All right, who's got the fish tacos? And why is Arthur still talking?
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