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The episode is a late-night surprise stream where Psyche performs poetic invocations of Matangi, followed by personal reflections and a reimagined dark retelling of The Little Mermaid.
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Browse era →In the hush beyond the temple light, where the lilies drink the dark. You arrive with a crescent in your hair and a forest in your heart. Peregrine whisper on your hand, red silk moving
like flame. You sing the hidden names of things and nothing stays the same. Lotus eye in the midnight grove, jasmine breathing at your feet. Everyone begins to listen
>> >> when your wild song turns sweet. Queen of the age of the left out ones, of the word that breaks the wall. You make a throne from what we fear and beauty out of all.
Soft as nectar on the tongue, sharp as iron through a lie. You are mercy with a knife of truth. You are moon fire in the sky. Matangi, mother of the living sound. >> >> peace in the pulse and fire in the
ground. Skull cup full of stars, blade of lucid grace, dark river of wisdom, moon upon your face. Sing me tender, sing me fierce. Split the veil and calm the sea.
Holy outcast, royal storm, make a fearless song of me. ruins without shame, wearing gunja beads You walk through and gold. Gathering the broken syllables that frightened
mouths won't hold. You bless the unclean, lift the castoff, crown the margins with your art. >> >> And every buried exile truth comes beating through the heart. Your laughter bends the clock of fate.
Your silence floods the room. You can make a garden from a grave, even make a sunrise from a tomb. Sweet voice crooning >> like a queen. >> Black flame wrapped in red,
you plant a lotus in the mind where lesser gods have bled. Matangi mother of the living soul, peace in the pulse and fire in the ground. Skull cup full of stars, blade
of lucid grace, dark river of wisdom, moon upon your face. Sing me tender, sing me fierce. Split the veil and calm the sea. Holy outcast, royal storm. Make a fearless song of me.
When they call me strange, let me be strange with you. When they call me ruined, make the ruin bloom. When they call me darkness, let me shine dark, too. You
>> >> who turn the refuse into perfume. Teach my mouth the honey and the thunder. Teach my hands the stillness and the strike. Teach my soul to kneel without surrender.
Teach my heart the truth that does not fray. Metangi, mother of the living sound. Peace in the pulse and fire in the ground. Parrot of the secret word, queen of midnight grace. Jasmine on the black wind, stars inside your face. Sing me tender.
>> Sing me fierce. >> Let me burn and let me heal. Lotus in the ashes. Gold within the real. Metangi keep my voice on the
wood. Keep my spirit wild and free. Moon in the skull cup, blade in the bloom. Make a fearless song of me.
Oh. right up.
Lights low, no ulterior cause, no guilt to pay. Just velvet breath and the candles sway. If you're looking for a sign, you're standing in it. Father psyche smiles come and come in two minutes. >>
>> I found your name in the smoke of a Monday. Spelled it out like a charming cliché. >> Drew a little circle, made it look holy, >> then laugh cuz my halo keeps slipping away. >> Father psyche counting beats like >> punchlines. Blessing my mess with a
crooked grin. Says, "Baby, your demons are mostly unpaid interns. Let them clock out, let the light get in." The room is a mirror with lipstick scripture. Every reflection learns how to flirt. I kneel to the basic it's ancient doctrine. Stand back
up in a greater shape. In the cults of psyche, we don't need saving. We need good timing and a little brave soul. Say father psyche like a sweet confession. Let the hymn hit soft where the heat lives in. In the cults of psyche, come closer, don't
panic. No secret handshake, just skin and truth. If you feel that shiver, that's your spirit laughing. Father Psyche, welcome back to you. I brought you incense and expensive feelings and a horoscope I refuse to obey.
Put my doubt on airplane mode for a second just to hear what your silence would say. Father Psyche pours tea like a tiny ceremony stirs the moon with a silver spoon, says desire is a prayer with better posture, don't apologize for what you were soon.
My mouth is a knot, so I keep it tender. My tongue tells the truth with plausible sin. Your gaze is a key that refuses a label. Turn it slowly, let the lock give in. And if love's a spell, I won't oversell it. I won't recruit you with glitter and fear. I'll
just sing you a door you can walk through freely and keep a light in the atmosphere. In the cults of Psyche, we don't need saving. We need good timing and then a little bracing. Say Father Psyche like a sweet confession. Let the hymn hit soft where the heat lives in.
In the cults of Psyche, come closer, don't panic. No secret handshake, just skin and truth. >> If you feel that shiver, that's your >> spirit laughing. Father Psyche, welcome back to you. There's a soft kind of power in choosing yourself, in naming the ache without making
it law. I've worn my shame like a ceremonial collar. Now I am classified with a lover's all. Father Psyche has seen and has trouble with forgiving a shimmering ink. Says your heart is a temple that moves when you dance. Let it relocate every
time you blink. We're all just stories and bodies of starlight trying to look casual under the sun. So if you catch me praying in a nightclub, light in mind your business. I'm becoming one. I don't want a cage or the
wild conquest. I want a palace that still lets me breathe. >> >> Kiss me like mystery. Hold me like mercy. Then laugh like we never needed relief. In the cult of psyche, we don't need saving. We need good timing and a little bracing. Say "Father psyche" like a sweet confession.
Let the hem hit soft where the heat lives in. In the cult of psyche, come closer. Don't panic. No secret handshake. Just inner truth. If you feel that shiver, that's your spirit laughing. Father psyche, welcome back to you.
If I'm a spell, I'm the kind you can break. No chains, no threats, no proof you belong. But if you stay, let it be for the tremble, for the way your name turns gold in the song. Father psyche whispers, "Don't worship the wound. Use it like a tool.
We'll be precise and kind." So I take my past like a robot can loosen and step out naked in my own mind. In the cult of psyche, we don't need saving. We need good timing and a little bracing. Say "Father psyche" like a sweet
confession. Let the hem hit soft where the heat lives in. In the cult of psyche, come closer. Don't panic. Your secret handshake, skin and truth. If you feel that shiver, that's your spirit laughing. Father psychic. Welcome back to you. >>
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>> Welcome back to you.
>> >> Hi. I don't know. I guess nobody want like a chibi. A weird day, huh? What was the Yesterday was I guess some people were pretty annoying but
you know you know who the regular suspect but Hi. I don't know. It's Sunday. What is It's Monday morning. Hey guys, if you are interested in in um coding there's a free It's like women international women's day today. And so there's online this website called lovable.com.
You can just go and it's like free all day I guess to to do it. It's like pretty cool if you know what you're doing there, but Yeah, I don't know. I try to like tell people about cool stuff and nobody believes me sometimes. But
might might do better to believe me. So, anyway, how are you doing? I'm going to put on a I'll be back. I might just end I might just end the minute but
Born mute, she chose it. Not seashells, not trinkets, men, human artifacts. Forks, lenses, compass needles, objects with purpose she couldn't name, couldn't articulate, couldn't explain to her father without watching his face collapse into something between grief and rage.
The therapists, three silver-finned elders her father trusted, agreed. Fixation disorder, possible dissociative ideation, a compulsion to escape identity. >> >> Ariel smiled at their charts and said nothing. She already knew what she wanted. She'd known since she was 12. She wanted legs. More than legs,
she wanted to be witnessed by someone who had no idea what she was. Ursula lived in the trench, not metaphorically. She had eight arms and a mouth full of teeth and a voice like oil sliding across stone. She also had a contract, standard issue, tight clauses. She told no one because she already knew
what they'd say, and she didn't need permission. She needed legs. Voice for limbs, Ursula said. 30 days when his love. The contract materialized, four pages. Fine print in bioluminescent ink, Ariel signed. I'll be like >> 16 years old.
Eric was kind. That was the worst part. No history, no language, and eyes that looked like they were cataloging everything. He brought her in, fed her, gave her shoes that didn't fit, and laughed when she walked like a newborn deer. >> She laughed, too. >> For 30 days, she performed the girl she
imagined herself to be, assembled from fragments of human media, half guessed, half improvised. She was convincing, >> >> startlingly so. She had no voice because she had signed it away at 16. On day 29, Ursula arrived wearing Ariel's face and Ariel's stolen voice.
And Eric, sweet, kind, and entirely deceived Eric, almost proposed. Ariel stood in the shadow of the doorway and watched herself smile at the man she dismantled her entire identity to reach. That was the night something cracked open inside her that would not close. Ariel v. Ursula, the deep court trench
jurisdiction. Case now 0001 below. >> The ocean had not seen a case like it. >> Ariel's attorney, a sharp-faced eel named Council Mira, 300 years old and aggressively unbothered, stood before the abyssal bench and delivered the opening argument with the energy of someone who had been waiting for this
exact moment. Your honor, my client was 16 years of age at the time of signing. >> >> She was a minor. Under the Oceanic Compact of 1842, >> >> any contract signed by a minor involving the severance of a biological asset, and I will remind the court that a voice is a biological asset, is void, voidable,
and frankly an embarrassment to contractual law. Ursula's attorney, a slick hammerhead named Denick, slid to his feet. The defendant contends the minor presented herself as a consenting adult. That no identification was requested because, frankly, mermaids don't carry ID. And whose fault is that? Myra
interrupted. Assume that the contract was entered willingly, eagerly, and with full dramatic commitment, I might add. She was 16, Denick. The gallery erupted. The judge, an ancient sperm whale who had personally witnessed the fall of Atlantis and was deeply tired, slammed a
fin against the bench. Order. Ariel sat at the plaintiff's table in silence. She was listening, cataloging, the way she always did. Myra's closing argument was 12 minutes long and included a visual aid, a blown-up copy of the contract with the age clause highlighted in a color the court reporter would later
describe as aggressively red. The defendant exploited a teenager in emotional crisis who was suffering from documented identity dysphoria, swam alone into a predator's lair without legal counsel. We are not here because Ariel was foolish. We are here because Ursula knew. She knew her client was a minor.
She knew the contract would not hold in any court with a functioning legal system. And she signed it anyway because she didn't expect to end up in court. She expected to win. >> >> Another pause. Myra looked directly at the jury, 12 sea creatures of varying species, all deeply uncomfortable. She didn't Unanimous.
Contract void. Voice returned in full with prejudice. Damages significant. Emotional, biological, psychological. The court had categories Ursula's attorney he never seen before and objected to strenuously. Ursula was remanded. Her tentacles were confiscated as a security measure.
The deep sea notary lost his license. Ariel sat on the rocks above the waterline, not in the ocean. Not on land. Right at the edge, where the water touched stone and couldn't decide what it was. Eric found her there. He figured it out, not all of it, but enough. He sat beside her without asking.
"You didn't have to do all that." He said. She looked at the horizon. At the seam between two worlds she'd spent her whole life pressing herself against. "I know." She said. Her voice was exactly as she'd left it, low, salt-touched, hers. "I wanted to, and then I didn't. And now I'm figuring
out what I actually want, separate from wanting to be wanted." He nodded. >> Didn't push. They watched the sun drop >> into the water. Deep down in the trench, in a holding cell of her own design, Ursula sat with her confiscated tentacles in a jar on the shelf across from her. And thought about the clause she should
have added. "Signatory confirms legal age of majority." Four words. She'd been doing this for 300 years. Four words. >> >> I mean, they kind of change >> >> They change appearances a lot. Hey, what's up, guys?
I love that story. Well, let's say I was I now was able to make it, but I was like I If you look go back to my um community wall, like one of my first posts when I started my channel, was like this post about how >> >> Ariel would have like if she had a good lawyer, she would have gotten out of everything because Ursula breached the contract
pretty severely in several ways. She sent henchmen out to tip over the boat. She like you know, used her voice to become Vanessa and you know, fool um you know, everyone and then there's the maritime law and stuff like that and and of course like the the
So, when I was little or I was younger like I used to like order like everything I could like you know, I um like Columbia House CDs and like Book of the Month Club and like blah blah. They'd send you a bunch of stuff and then it would be like a shipping charge or something and then they they send like one book a month and it would be like 30 40 it was like crazy. But and
so I would have these huge bills and my dad would just take them to his office and he'd like say, "Oh, well you did a it was a minor." >> >> And so they we just get out I get to keep everything and stuff. So, I don't know. Interesting. How are you guys? Um I had a pretty good day though. I'm just like
you know, it's uh it's it's an interesting community. Oh really when you ripped them off a few times with fake names? Yeah, I remember one of my names was Paul J. Gemini my dad would like just laugh. My dad was a Gemini. I did that was one of my names and like yeah, I had all of these I mean I was
like really I was like really a a good little businessman back then like like I was I had all these business ideas and like I still now I do but I mean it's like we'll we'll see what will happen. Like I'm able to Hey, thing that is today is International Women's Day and
I wasn't able to get the Anthropic credit. There was like a $250 and or $100 to $250 Anthropic credit they were giving away and it said it wasn't valid or something. I wasn't able to get I think maybe you have to have a new account, but um Unlovable, yeah, on it is from International Women's Day, yeah. Well, I guess that's in Canada. But on this website called Lovable, which is a it's a it's a vibe coding website, right?
Um it's free all day. All like you so you can just do unlimited coding on it and so if you want to check that out, I think that you might like that cuz you're a code. Like I didn't really um like you know, coding is like something I never thought I would ever ever ever be interested in or like or I thought it would be very boring if I
did. I mean it's like I wouldn't be able to Yeah, just go to Lovable l o b a b l e. It's actually a really good one. Yeah, it's free all day. They also have like something with Stripe like a a bunch of bunch of like different stuff. Yeah. So yeah. But um unfortunately I wasn't able to get the
Claude thing. I mean it's like Claude's expensive. It's really expensive, but it's like really really really good, especially the Claude code. I think that's the best thing I've tried. I think it's better than the open Claude and everything. You're working on a project. Oh, that sounds cool. Hey, yeah, coding. Yeah, but um so anyway, then I'm then all of a sudden I'm like, "Okay, this is kind of like the main in the matrix a little bit." and then it's like yeah, you can just play with play around with it, right? Yeah, the zero Yeah,
exactly, the zero one, right? It's like in the matrix and uh you all these things start to make sense, you know, that it like didn't before. And it's like that's another I'm just gotten into it. I think there's like three levels. Like there's like that like the really brilliant like coders and hackers. There's the people that know how to code and hack a little bit and then there's like most people are like under like the like 99% are are
like just can use know how to use a computer or just regular users and stuff. And so but uh but yeah, But do I do learn like a lot about coding like through it. I just wouldn't be able to do it by hand by myself. Like can you imagine like cuz it's like I mean that some of the I mean I mean there's some of the things that are so
complicated that it I can't even even the chat GPT and stuff gets complicated trying to figure out and it takes a long time, right? And so Where is Arthur? I don't know. Arthur's been wanting to come. I need 420 wanted to come. Hey, there's Rudy. Hey Rudy, how are you? Hey there cub. Hey Rudy. Come over here and say hi. Hi. Hi.
Hi. Who else is here? Is Trix there? Trix is over there. Trix. You're up there. Oh. Oh, he went on trackable. I mean what Untrackable is like the nicest person. Like I don't know how like anything anybody can be mad at him and I know like I know it's like I I did see him like kind of I think he was defending me
or something like that on um on talk your ish. Hi guys. And then yeah. But um I yeah also like Sam like today on Sam Andrews like I don't I don't know. There's just weird stuff going on. Like um But it was funny like I was in Kate's chat. Okay? I was in Kate's chat like at the same time.
And it was like it was like a bunch of I mean I hate to say monkeys at the zoo or something like I said monkeys actually but it's like they were it was just like it felt like it was like so it was like never seen like dumber I know it's like bad to say and stuff like that. I just seen like it was so dumb. It was like and there was like Aldo and like there was this like
you know, I think one of the disabled cuties one of which is like Aaron Carter's fans they were called the disabled cuties or something and they're like old women. I don't know. I don't know. Does anyone to Arthur's number? >> >> Guys, I still have this like crazy scar. Do you remember that when I woke up one day and I had this like all these like But just look at this. It's three
It's like the mark of the beast or something. I got scratched by like a succubus. I don't know what it was. But yeah, that guy Aldo said that I did it myself. I did it to myself. I swear I remember that day. Like I remember I felt I was like I was not even drunk. I woke up and like I went to bed really late. I slept for a few hours. I So I ended up in Nothing happened before when Everyone's like, "Oh, you burned
yourself on the barbecue." Or what I I I still don't know, but look, it's like I still have the scar for months later. Isn't that weird? A weird scratch and stuff. I just woke up for that. I remember when I It was like kind of a burn. But I didn't do it to myself. And I know I would have remembered
that that happened and stuff. Uh uh-oh. Yeah. Come on, Alex. You're so mean, Alex. Um yeah, last night I had the I had the Arch Burger on the air. That was pretty good. Look, it It has a half pound of meat on it. I mean, it's like a little bit extreme but
um not as good as a Big Mac. I like the Big Mac has a really good taste like with like I guess it's like that special special sauce. You know what the special sauce is? It's just It's just It's just um um ketchup and ketchup and mayonnaise mixed together, I think, right? Like Thousand Island dressing or something. I don't know. It's like not really like that
complicated. But it tastes really good. I I don't know. I just think it's special and then it's I like their like their sesame seed It was too big. I like I think the Arch was too big. It's like a $10 burger, though. Yeah, so I have a Subway in the in the fridge. I ate my cookies. I had my oatmeal cookies. I have a beer. I drink my coffees. mm
We're having a good day though. I've been working on my like the my um my fairy tales and also um one of that's one of my apps. I'll show you one of this I'll actually go through this app with you that I'm making cuz I want people to experience like kind of magic of this, okay? So this is unlovable. I'll see if it works yet. I'm not sure if it works yet. I mean I just
like kind of just coded this. Uh but um I but I do my own like I have my own my own um pipeline for whatever from when I do my stories right right like there's a big process I I I created, right? Hold on. So let me just log in here. Hold on. Okay. Um
That's it. Okay, so it's all free today. See like if you click this it says claim credits from Anthropic and Stripe, right? And the Anthropic I don't know. It's already I guess people I guess it was like already there's $100 of tokens gone. But you can get the 250 credits for Stripe. And then
if you like I I you go with that you have to if you apply for like that, right? I already did it. Hold on. It should take me to like this reward page. Yeah. Then it'll take you to this page where you can like Is that it? No. Well, there should be like a a perks or something somewhere. Say perks or something. But I don't know where it is.
But yeah, they they had some kind of rewards page that I was like I was on that I don't see it there anymore. Okay. Well, it's been I don't know. But yeah, if you click on it and do it the first time it should be there. Anyway, so but this is free all day anyway. Okay, so I'm I'm like I'm working on some stuff. It's so what is this? This is the the
crumbs. Okay, this is crumbs. Okay. So here we go. Let me see if I I'll publish it and see if I can show it to you. Let's see. Continue. We'll see if it works. Okay. Oh, hold on. You have to see it. You can't see it. You're looking at my face like really closely actually. I thought I was showing it to you. Oopsie. Hold on.
Okay. Well, I mean it's a I don't know. It's a There's just like a bunch of offers. I don't know There's like a bunch of stuff I don't I don't know if there's There's like phone numbers and different um different payment stuff. I I don't know. I I There's nothing There's not too much I wanted to do. So, it's publishing it right now. See So, this is in Lovable. Um Lovable's really easy to
to do, you know? And so, it's like I I've made this thing. I'll see if it works. I don't know if it will. If it does, I might be able to like eventually like have it monetized and then like have like, you know, people can like um um like order the book and actually so it'll be the app. Okay, so here we go. Let's see if it works. Okay, so it says the Quantum Scaredel Engine. Says your
fears, your stars, your story woven into a tale that was always waiting for you. Okay, so let's do like Thing That Is, okay? So, let's say Thing That Is. Hold on. Yeah, I said Ying That Is. Okay, Thing That Is. Okay. That's the name That's his name, okay? What haunts Okay, so Thing That Is, read
this. What haunts you in the dark? Are you afraid of darkness, abandonment, deep water, silence, mirrors, being watched, forgetting, doors that won't open, the woods at night, heights, dolls, or losing time? Um Which one of Which one do you choose for that? thing Oops. Hold on.
Oh, Hold on. Stop. Hold on. I'll share it. I'll show you. Here it goes. It's better. Here. Right here. Okay. So, Okay, so then you have to you so you choose like So, this is like So, I put your name and it said, "What's your name?" and stuff like that. And then it says, "What's your fear?" And so, your
The fears that it lists are darkness, abandonment, deep water, silence, mirrors, being watched, forgetting, doors that won't open, the woods at night, heights, dolls, or losing time. So, which one should I I choose for you? Hey, Juanita. How are you? Good to see you. We're just doing it We're doing I think this is going to be a star of a Okay, he's
afraid of heights. Okay, so then I'll go So, it's it's heights there. Did I say heights? Heights, yeah. Okay, so there's heights. And so, then you go continue. Under which stars were you born? So, you're a Libra, right? So, Libra. And which tale dweller calls to you? It says Little Red Riding Hood, The Big Bad Wolf, Sleeping Beauty, Gretel, Hansel,
The Wicked Queen, Pied Piper, Rapunzel, Bluebeard, The Frog Prince, Rumpelstiltskin, or The Snow Queen. I Yeah, I I don't know if we've never I don't know I mean, just be nice because she might be new in the chat, you know, so be nice to people, Alex. No uh and no hiding anybody, Alex. Oh, So, the thing that is um who which
fairy tale character of those are calling to you? And then we can read yours. I think it'll be part of the story. Rumpelstiltskin. Okay, is he there? Is Rumpelstiltskin there? Yeah. Okay, Rumpelstiltskin. Okay, and choose the texture of your nightmare. Ethereal and dreamlike,
gothic horror, melancholic beauty, surreal and absurd, or dark whimsy. See, they're pretty easy to like you know, I think there's a good good variety of choices and stuff and and interesting interesting uh combinations that might be.
Okay, dark whimsy. Okay. So, let's have a look. Dark whimsy. Okay. It says, "How deep shall we go?" Okay, a whisper, a confession, or a chronicle. Let's do the con- Let's do the confession cuz that's 16. So, how dark do you want it? Child, save, unsettling, or nightmare. Let's do the nightmare. Let's do it Let's do it like a nightmare for you, okay? Can I just choose those for you?
So, okay. So, now it's gathering the shadows, weaving the nightmares into silk. I made this This is my app, by the way. Consulting the stars, opening forbidden pages, binding your tale in moonlight. Gathering shadows. Okay, here we go. So, this is called the equilibrium of bone and sky, a descent into the vertical hunger of the golden threads. Okay, so there's five scenes. Okay, so
Oh, it's making video Okay, conjuring visions. So, it's going to It's going to um generate some images for for the uh for the story. So, let's see if this works yet. I don't know if it 100% works yet. I'm just hoping. Um it's conjuring, it says. So, let's just cross our fingers. I don't know how long it'll take. Okay. Well, maybe that doesn't work yet.
I need to figure, you know, I need Okay, so anyway, I'll just get I'll Maybe it'll it'll load up or something. It says, "The Weaver's Gallows." It says, "Thing That Is awoke suspended in a cathedral of gossamer. There was no floor, only a series of silver filaments stretching across a void so deep it hummed with the vibration of dead stars. High above the silhouette of a humped
figure Okay. Oh, no. A humped figure sat on the throne of spinning wheels, turning straw into golden wire that stitched the aurora together. This was the miller's secret, the one who knows the names are merely debts written in the skin. Thing That Is felt the air thinning in this high
hollow place. The sign of the Libra, hung like a rusted iron scale in the sky, unbalanced and weeping. One tray held a pile of infant teeth. Ugh. The other held nothing but the howling wind. To move was to risk the plummet, a fall that promised to last a lifetime before the final shatter. Then it says, "The geometry of the
fall." The figure stopped its spinning and beckoned with the hand that had too many knuckles. "Balance is a lie, Thing That Is," the creature croaked, its voice sounding like dry parchment tearing. It stepped into a needle-thin bridge of light, beckoning Thing That Is to follow. Every step was a gamble against
gravity. The abyss below began to take shape, not as a ground, but as a mouth lined with the jagged remains of those who failed to keep their equilibrium. Thing That Is looked down, and the sight was a physical blow. The stars below were eyes. They were blinking in sync with a racing heart. The Libra constellation above shifted violently. The scales tipped as a single
drop of Thing That Is's sweat fell into the void, heavy as a mountain. The height was no longer a distance, but a predator pulling at the marrow in Thing That Is's bones. Oh, look at this. There's drawings now. There's images. Hold on. Oh, yeah, so there it is. Hold on. So, that's that. But, this one didn't ever come up, but this one did right here. Like, that's so cool. That looks like
you. I'm just kidding. He's kind of I think he's he's bald. I don't know. Okay. So, the bargain in the upside down. The creature, a Rumpelstiltskin of the upper atmosphere, offered a spindle of black and gold. "Give me the name of your shadow, Thing That Is, and I will shall weave you a floor of solid stone. Refuse, and I shall cut the thread you stand upon." The whimsy of the
creature's dance, a frantic mocking jig on the edge of nothingness, belied the cruelty in its milk-white eyes. It spun faster, the friction of the gold wire smelling like scorched hair and wet copper. Thing That Is gripped the vibrating thread, fingers bleeding. The vertigo was an oily tide
um rising to drown the senses. The Libra scales in the sky began to spin like a propeller, slicing through the thin clouds demanding a sacrifice to restore the cosmic symmetry. To be a Libra is to seek harmony, but here the only harmony was the silence of the long drop. The unraveling of the name. Thing That Is opened a mouth to scream, but only
gold dusts emerged. The creature laughed, a sound like glass breaking in a velvet bag. It lunged forward snatching the very breath from Thing That Is's lungs and winding it onto its bobbin. "Your name is not yours to keep when the sky is hungry," it hissed. The threads beneath Thing That Is's feet began to
unspool one by one, snapping with the sound of violin strings. Gravity became a heavy hand pressing on Thing That Is's chest. The sky was no longer up, it was a crushing weight. The Rumpelstiltskin archetype leaned in close, its face a distorted mirror of Thing That Is's own features, twisted by the sheer G-force
of the impending descent. It whispered a secret word, a name that tasted of cold iron and from cold graves, and the last remaining thread dissolved into smoke. Oh, there is another one. That looks like you, too. Okay, and then it says the weight is zero. It says, "The fall began." Thing That Is's plummeted through the ribs of the world. See, those are the ribs of the
world. Passing the shattered remains remnants of the Libra scales or the where those right there, see? Libra scale, see? Isn't that cool? They were no longer balanced, they were broken, swinging wildly in the wake of the descent. The air roared like a furnace, peeling away the layers of identity until thing that is was nothing but a scream wrapped in a memory. The
height had finally won, transforming him from a from a fear and to a total consuming reality. But there is no impact. Instead of the jagged ground, thing that is was caught in a web woven from his own veins. High above, Master Weaver looked down, smiling as he began to spin a new sun from the golden threads of soul and life.
Thing That Is became a the new weight in the scale, hanging forever in the dark whimsy of the heights. A beautiful screaming ornament for the Miller's greed. Okay? And that's it. It says uh it says finis. The tale of Thing That Is is written for now. Okay, I'm going to save that one, right?
So we have to put it in the library from now on. Okay? How was that? I mean, that's pretty cool. I haven't seen Gotham before. Hey loser, you love this show. Hey, what's up, Poison? Are you going to uncover? Yeah, now we got your got your uh I think how they find out. Um oh, wow. Yeah, we're having a Oh, well, there there I mean, I'm I'm going to screen snap. We can I can we can snipe
his show where we can join forces and stuff like that. You can't breathe? Are you laughing so hard? You're laughing Was that funny? I mean, it kind of it kind of is But I think it's kind of cool. Like it's kind of like I wanted I want people to like, you know, kind of have their biggest their like, you know, like I cuz I really believe in the archetypes of the zodiac. And so I think that that, you know, that will be relevant. And then it has
like, you know, you know, the name of you in the book. And then it has like the art and uh and your fear and stuff. I think that was pretty cool. Oh, it's on your chest, yeah. So I have What do I have on my chest? Does it say Lenore? Look, it says Lenore now. You see it says Lenore?
Okay, he's he's bald, not balding. Nor balding? Baltzer nor balding? I think what Joker did the other night said, "Oh, wait. He Joker's like, I just got hair on my chest." Did I've had the same amount of hair on my chest since I was like a teenager. I just had like it's just like nothing. It's like hardly anything. It's just like a tiny like It's not like Russell
Brand or anything, even though I think he's a transgender, but yeah. There we go. I said that's that's been the same amount. Oh, oh seven, yeah. So um Yeah, so that was that. I mean, I have and I have other other apps on in the works, but did like I'm saying to the If you want to like do an app it is it is
basically you just have to Uh I I would say it's about It's kind of like saying what you want. Like to You say what you want like your result. You type like and then it's like it'll help create that for you. It's on Lovable today. All free all day. Lovable you can do unlimited coding for free. It's and that's It's usually very expensive to code, right? And so,
it's probably at least over $100 in in a in value if you'd like to experiment with that. So, it's on Lovable. L O B A B L E. So, My my vape is in a really sad state right now. Look. Almost done. You see me in there? Hi.
I don't know. How much money has he made if it's $5 for 15 minutes? Oh, okay. So, you're talking about my um the um the uh yeah. I do this train So, I So, I train AI. Um Okay, so the thing is with Okay, so I have just done it for a couple days. Okay, so the the first night, I think I did like
two or three calls and then like I did like three or four calls the second. So, yeah. And it's like $5 a call. It's like $20 an hour, but that's just to like do the voice. Like you can apply to do video, that's $60 an hour or even more. Um but and you do that in shorter segments. And what you do is all you do is that you that you just connect with like they put up a list of topics and then they connect you with some random
person and you both talk for a minute decide what topic you want to talk about and then that then you just the call starts and then you do it. My problem is my my microphone is kind of like not very good not very good, you know, I always have a problem with my microphone. And so what happened with my mic is that um they they they like cut down on the number that you can do every day, right? And so it cuz my mic was so
bad last time that I'm now I'm at one a day and I'm so afraid to like do it until I get a better mic. Um I I don't want to get kicked out of the program, you know, cuz you can like they start you at like five a day five calls a day. You do have to like do like a little application where you like um talk for 30 seconds on the microphone. But yeah, there's no it's all free and stuff. Like I was telling Kate about it
today cuz she was talking about um like um like we're talking about the AI and stuff and I mentioned that I was doing that. And then I guess this person named named person who used to be a fan of my show um they're they're a big booty ass licker. Um and they're like So I said I said okay, yeah, so I I said yeah, but if you want to check that out cuz she is said she's interested in like
um work from home stuff and this is actually like I I look I always look for like this kind of stuff, but it's like really hard to find this kind of stuff, right? It's like there's not that many things. They used to have on Amazon used to be able to do it, but that was for like a like 30 cents or something per task and stuff. And so um hey Picky, how are you? And so and then so person was like he's trying he's trying to get it he's
just trying to get an affiliate marketing um off of you. And it's like I was just like I was just like Really? I just feels like it just feels like Like wow. Like why? I mean it's just like so so stupid. It's like right I mean I know a lot of people I maybe I did make I did put like a little like landing page and everything like with my
with like my own description of stuff. own And yeah, they do have like you know tell a friend and stuff like that. It's not like well it's not like oh are you going to make a million dollars? I'm not saying it's like I'm saying it's like it's a good way to make a hundred dollars a week if you do it right, right? It's like and that's like who doesn't want that would be an extra four hundred dollars a month, right? And so it's pretty good, right? I mean if you that's if you can really work it. It is
like you know it's kind of hard to talk to random person about like a random topic sometimes but they're pretty nice people. Um the only problem is my microphone sucks and and it's like even this one this is a good one I got from somebody. This is like probably like a sixty seventy dollar microphone. This has too much static. I have a really much better one that has too much static. I bought one
on Amazon that had good reviews. It had too much static and stuff. And so I have to like buy you know I need a better one and uh unfortunately it's like you know I have to wait a little bit cuz I just like you know I I people are like and then it's like oh and then they're like well how much have you made? I'm like well I've done it a couple days and so I said I just I said like probably like fifty dollars they
pay out every week and stuff and they're and oh my god he's like oh they're not even it's like I can I can it's kind of scammers or something like that. It's just like ah ah Hey Leonor. So anyway, I mean it's like but uh I There's so many millions of things that you could be like selling and stuff like that. I
could just be selling all day and stuff like that and it's I would be I have an internet marketing background. I've I've been pretty successful in it. I've made over like a thousand dollars a thousand dollars a month on internet marketing at times. Oh. But um you know but unfortunately unfortunately they They they have like a short turn like a lot of things do have such time. Hey, there's Lenore is coming kind of laying up.
So anyway, but yeah, if you guys are interested, it is on my I do have like a link on my wall and it's like, you know, it's just like it's it all it is is like if you know, if you you make extra couple bucks doing it. It's really easy. I would say just have a good microphone. Um they I think they're they're a little bit too picky with the microphone stuff. Um cuz
there might be like a like But yeah, basically what you're doing is like you're doing these conversations and then they it trains they're training AI models on natural conversations. So So, it is like with training AI. And so, that's really cool. I've always wanted to do like um like that kind of task and it's like just like having it pretty easy. But it's like it sounds kind of too good to be true almost, but I swear this is like a really it's like a very
legitimate company. I think it's the same company that does the the language I'm like, you know, Babel language. I think it's the same company. But so, it's legitimate company and it's up but Yeah, go check it out on my wall. This is Lenore. Hi. Lenore is so sweet. Look at her She wants to sit up here like that. You're so sweet, huh?
Yeah, and then yesterday they were like, "Oh, you know, um I I don't know what could We know what they're talking about how the Miss Sweet Pea's channel was taken down and stuff like that. And I didn't have anything to do with it, I don't think. Hey Gotti, he says play your new video. Okay. I don't want to get in trouble. It's Banger the Walls.
Let's have a look. Do they are they Hold on a second. I'll get her to do it. I need to go to my other I need to go to my YouTube. Hold on. I'll get it up. Hold on.
Okay, Gotti's request, we have a video.
Oh my god. Already I see who's this woman and this this must be um No, I'm not going to say. Okay, here we go. Yo. Oh my god, yeah. Oh wait, so yeah, I like when I'm when uh Canada Dry called me in the night and it said Godi and then it's like but I could tell that I just knew right away it's
Canada Dry and then I like looked at the name and it was yeah, the name he uses and stuff. I know his real name and stuff. I know like um let's see. Okay, so here here we go. I'm going to share. I really don't dox it. Now it's like they're like, "Oh my god, I'm like such a doxter." I'm not not a doxter. I mean it's like showing somebody's picture, I don't think it's doxing especially if they're like not there's not a name a company or
something. I don't know. But here we go. It's called Shanny. Shawnee? Or Okay, let's have a look.
Is that Shannon, that lady with the one leg? Sounds like it. But this lady has two legs.
Hey you, Godi? Oh my god. Who is that skinny guy? >> >> Hey you, Godi? You know who that is?
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>> Why you always playing >> Okay, hold on. I'm sorry, hold on. This is Yeah, this is Oh, that's LD. Yeah, this is LD This is LD's max LD had sex with this lady. And we know we know LD like has sex with like interesting
ladies, you know. But um I hear I'll play I'll play I can't play. I'm sorry. I forgot I put it down here.
I'm on a This is Gotti's video. He made fan. We need to do a video with RG and Ivana. love song Who's that? >>
>> Oh. I don't know who this lady is. He's gone. I'm going to play I'm going to play Oh my god, he's he's a big nose. Is that Beta?
He's going to yell He's yelling at the whole time he's yelling. Is this Is this AI or is it Do you think
You're right. Where is this? You're on the streets?
Does she have that kind of hat? I don't know what her I mean her leg I mean I thought she had a peg on her leg. It was It looks like it's kind of How's is walking around like this? With balancing really well?
Yeah, I remember when I did a reading for her and it's like she like she can't like I'm making I get in the in the in the whole time. You know what I'm saying?
Let me keep getting deep in the other end though. Cuz she was like I just like One of the people I came up with was like, "Oh my god, you got I just heard him like you were so weird and stuff."
That's good. Is that her real voice?
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>> It's the LD thing it is. I thought it was I thought it was you for a minute. I use God. The LD but he looks kind of like He acts like that. Yeah, he has too much hair for you. Like you. Okay, well, that was good. Mr. Yes, Mr. Magoo. Here. I have a I have a I have a video
too to that I made. You guys can watch. We're right back.
I know. I know he There's just they suck. I know. I know.
Okay. I'm not trying to like get you like that. I can't help that. Carson's a miserable
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>> You walk through ruins without shame wearing gunja beads and gold. >> Gathering the broken syllables >> that frightened mouths won't hold. You bless the unclean, lift the cast off, crown the margins with your arms.
>> >> And every buried exile truth comes beating through the heart. Your laughter bends the clock of fate. Your silence floods the room. You can make a garden from a grave
and make a sunrise from a tomb. Sweet voice cuckoo midnight queen. Black flame wrapped in red, you plant a lotus in the mind where lesser gods have fled.
Matri mother of the living soul, peace in the pulse and fire in the ground. Skull cup full of stars, blade of lucid grace, dark river of wisdom, moon upon your face. Sing me tender, sing me fierce. Split the veil and calm
the sea. Holy outcast, royal storm, >> >> make a fearless song of me. When they call me strange, let me be strange with you. >> When they call me ruin, >>
make the ruin bloom. When they call me darkness, let me shine dark, too. You who turn the refuse into perfume.
Teach my mouth the honey and the thunder. Teach my hands the stillness and the strike. Teach my soul to kneel without surrender. Teach my heart the truth that does not fray.
Metagie, mother of the living, sow peace in the poison, fire in the ground. Pyramid of the sacred work, queen of midnight grace, jasmine on the black wind, stars inside your face. Sing me tender. Sing me fierce.
Let me burn and let me heal. Lotus in the ashes. Gold within the real. >> >> Metagie, my voice on the wood, keep my spirit wild and free. >>
>> Moon in the skull cup, blade in the blue, make a fearless song of me.
Yeah, it's usually like this like the skull cup like it's like the top of the skull, but I guess they made a whole skull mug. I like that one. Yeah, that was pretty cool. So, yeah. Um Just a little part of me I'm sharing with you guys. Um okay, let's see.
Okay, I got I have I have like some that are better like that are more like I think this one is like more. Yeah, I think this this is good.
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>> They gather in a circle with their clean hands and sharpened teeth. Talking holy, talking noble while they feed on something weak. They don't need truth, they need a target, someone tender they can blame. They make communion out of cruelty.
And call it fire by my name. They love a sacrificial victim. They love a soft and open throat. >> >> They build their little bond on hatred. And then they crown a scapegoat. They pick the kind of one still
human. The one with mercy in their bones. Then tear them down to feel like giants. Standing on a pile of stone. But I'm not your normal girl. I DON'T BOW and I don't choke. You move in herds, I move alone. You
need a crowd, I need the road. You hide, SAFE INSIDE YOUR FLOCK, TRADING SOULS FOR BEING LIKE. But I can climb where you can't follow. I can live where you would die. >> >> Call me cursed, call me wild, call me broken, call me >> >> vile. Wear your labels like old weather. Let them fall and let them rot.
I'd rather be all that you project on me than ever become what you want to know. You take courage for permission, trade your conscience for applause. Every sneer a little uniform, every smirk another loss. So small inside your righteousness, so certain you've been blessed. But vanity walks in polished shoes and pride trips over its own
dress. You whisper monster to feel pure. You whisper danger >> >> to be loved. You need a villain for the ritual to keep your little kingdom strong. >> >> But your faith is only fear in costume. Your love is just a voting >>
>> block. And every halo that you wear is nailed together from the dark. BUT I'M NOT YOUR NORMAL GOAT. I don't kneel beneath your yoke. You tremble if the herd looks sideways. I have learned to stand alone.
You graze circles in the pasture. I have crossed the cliffs in cold. I can climb a mountain bleeding, still arrive with fire in my soul. >>
>> And I can swim deep in the sea, hold my breath where I won't go. >> >> I have made a home in pressure. You would shatter >> >> far below. I'm a survivor, >> >> not your offering.
Not the lambs I chew your bones. I keep walking when the path turns rabid. I keep rising from the gold. Call me cursed. Call me wild. Call me strange and under vow. Call me >>
>> every name you need to hide the sickness in your heart. Hold the weight of your >> >> accusations like a crown of thorns and smoke, then be >> >> another smiling coward in the flock that calls itself woke. May the smug choke >> >> on their >>
>> hubris. May the proud fall on their heels. >> >> May the mirrors that they worship show the rot beneath the skin. May the judges choke on certainty. May the mob divide and fray.
And may I keep my soul unbroken as I go my own way. I go my own way. Through the rock and through the rain, >>
>> I go my own way. Past the teeth and past the blade, I go my own way. Let them gossip. Let them gloat. They can keep their little pasture.
I was never made for them. I was never just a goat.
>> >> No, I'm not your normal girl. I was >> >> built for the climb, built for the dark, >> >> built for the deep, built to survive your kind.
>>
>> Hey, um, McQueen. McQueen. Hey McQueen. Don't with me. Don't talk to me like that. Okay. I have enough
of this from my enemies. I don't need it from supposed my managing mod. That's why I timed you out. But I'll You just got timed out. You're back. But you brought Now you Now you brought the whole mood down. I'm not ever going to stop unless the unless Joker and plus I have I did put
my link up several times. And plus the thing is open, but unless it's like Joker right now, I'm not I'm not ending the video, okay? So, don't with me.
Ah. >> >> I'm going to leave. This is me off.
Things Things that you like Rumplestiltskin, right? I thought it Well, that's not Rumplestiltskin. That's only that one syndrome. Okay. Well, let's watch this one. Probably think you know the story of Sleeping Beauty. A beautiful princess, a wicked fairy, a spinning wheel, and a 100-year nap broken by a prince's kiss. But what if the story you know is just a
whisper of the truth? What if the real story is darker, stranger, and far more interesting? Let's go back to that fateful christening. Everyone remembers the uninvited fairy Maleficent and her dramatic curse. That on her 16th birthday, Princess Aurora would prick her finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel and die. But what people forget is the final
gift, the one that twisted the curse. It wasn't about avoiding death. It was about transforming it. The curse wasn't death, but a deep enchanted sleep that would fall over the entire kingdom. For 16 years, Aurora lived hidden away, a life of quiet simplicity. But a curse is like a river. >> >> It always finds its path. On her 16th
birthday, a strange pull, a magnetic hum, led her to a forgotten tower. There, an old spinning wheel sat waiting, bathed in an eerie light. It wasn't a trick or a trap. It was destiny. As her finger touched the sharp spindle, the world didn't go black. Instead, it dissolved into a dream. The thorns that grew around the castle weren't just a barrier. They were a
cocoon. Inside, time didn't stop. It looped. The entire kingdom was trapped in a shared dream, reliving the same day over and over. The king held the same pointless meetings, the chefs baked the same uneaten cakes, and the guards patrolled the same silent halls. It was a waking nightmare, a psychological prison where every hope was reset at dawn. And Aurora?
She was at the center of it all, the anchor of this dream turned torment. She wasn't peacefully asleep. She was aware, trapped in a silent conscious void, watching her kingdom suffer in an endless cycle. She saw the despair in their dream selves, the hopelessness. The true curse wasn't sleep. It was the agony of being aware, but utterly powerless. A hundred years is a long time to be
trapped in a thought. Long enough for countless princes and would-be heroes to try and fail, consumed by the magical thorns. They came seeking glory, a prize, a princess to possess. They saw the castle as a conquest, not a rescue mission for a suffering people. And the thorns, fueled by the kingdom's collective despair, rejected them all. But then, someone different arrived.
Not a prince on a white horse, but a young woman. A royal cartographer named Ellara, whose great-grandmother was a lady-in-waiting at the castle the day the curse fell. She wasn't seeking a bride. She was seeking to understand a family legend, a dark spot on her ancestral map. She didn't carry a sword to conquer, but a lantern to see and shears to clear a path. She didn't fight the thorns with brute force.
She saw them for what they were, a manifestation of pain. She spoke to them, her voice filled not with ambition, but with empathy. She spoke of understanding, of freeing those trapped within. And slowly and miraculously, the thorny vines receded, sensing her pure intent. They parted not for a conqueror, but for a kindred spirit. Ellara found the silent castle, a world
frozen mid-breath. She made her way to the highest tower where Aurora lay. She saw not a prize, but a person trapped in a lonely torment. Moved by a profound sense of compassion, she didn't think of a fairy tale kiss. She simply reached out, took Aurora's hand, and whispered, "You are not alone. It's over." It wasn't the magic of a kiss that broke the spell.
It was the power of a genuine human connection. The simple selfless act of empathy. At her touch, a golden light pulsed outwards and the dream shattered. Aurora's eyes fluttered open not to the face of a suitor, but to the face of her savior. The kingdom awoke not with a gasp, but with a collective sigh of relief. The fog of a 100-year nightmare finally
lifting. So, true love's kiss? Maybe the old stories got it wrong. Maybe true love isn't about romance or possession. Maybe it's about seeing another's pain and choosing to help with no thought of reward. The kingdom wasn't saved by a prince, but by a cartographer who knew the most important journey is the one we take into the heart of another. Thank you so much for watching.
If you enjoyed this retelling, don't forget to like, subscribe, and hit that notification bell for more stories that cha Uh Like I watch I just watch this stuff and I get chilled. I don't know. I'm saying maybe people don't like it, but I do. That's why I got to show it. But yeah, I'm like
I'm a fairy. I like fairy tales, right? It's all about me. So, I can't see the comments or anything on the screen. So, I don't know what's going on. I see them on I can see them on that, but I can't see them up here. Optical fire? Yeah. I don't know. I don't see them. Uh yeah. Oh, there I see them now. Hey, there's say turn.
I can't That was a joke. Just saying, "Oh, no one wants to see this bullshit." That's a joke. It's not First of all, it's not a joke. It's just like mean. Right? But if it's a joke, it'd be like, "Oh, this like it would be like a Oh, this is like this like it would be like some some things like this it's like something is funny." So, okay. Well, they're they're retellings and so and then I they're more for adults. They have like more of
the esoteric stuff in them. They're just They're just short little things. Like I don't I just uh I just have to show it. Cuz this this one just turned out so funny. Like I love how I have another one that turned turned out so funny.
I'm born mute. She chose it. Not seashells, not trinkets, men and human artifacts. Forks, lenses, compass needles, objects with purpose she couldn't name, couldn't articulate, couldn't explain to her father without watching his face collapse into something between grief and rage.
The therapists, three silver-finned elders her father trusted, agreed. Fixation disorder, possible dissociative ideation, a compulsion to escape identity. Ariel smiled at their charts and said nothing. She already knew what she wanted. She'd known since she was 12. She wanted legs.
More than legs, she wanted to be witnessed by someone who had no idea what she was. >> >> Ursula lived in the trench, not metaphorically. She had eight arms and a mouth full of teeth and a voice like oil sliding across stone. She also had a contract, standard issue, tight clauses. She told no one because she already knew
what they'd say and she didn't need permission. She needed legs. "Voice for limbs," Ursula said. "30 days. When is love?" The contract materialized, four pages. Fine print and bioluminescent ink. Ariel signed. She was 16 years old. Eric was kind. That was the worst
part. No history, no language, and eyes that looked like they were cataloging everything. He brought her in, fed her, gave her shoes that didn't fit and laughed when she walked like a newborn deer. >> that a dinglehopper is a dildo? For 30 days, she performed the girl she imagined herself to be, assembled from
fragments of human media, half guessed, half improvised. She was convincing, startlingly so. She had no voice because she had signed it away at 16. I'll give you a fair trial. >> On day 29, Ursula arrived wearing Ariel's face and Ariel's stolen voice, and Eric, sweet, kind, entirely deceived
Eric, almost proposed. Ariel stood in the shadow of the doorway and watched herself smile at the man she dismantled her entire identity to reach. That was the night something cracked open inside her that would not close. Ariel v. Ursula, the deep court trench jurisdiction.
Case no. 0001 below. The ocean had not seen a case like it. Ariel's attorney, a sharp-faced eel named Counsel Myra, 300 years old and aggressively unbothered, stood before the abyssal bench and delivered the opening argument with the energy of someone who had been waiting for this
exact moment. Your honor, my client was 16 years of age at the time of signing. She was a minor. Under the Oceanic Compact of 1842, any contract signed by a minor involving the severance of a biological asset, and I will remind the court that a voice is a biological asset, is void, voidable,
and frankly an embarrassment to contractual law. Ursula's attorney, a slick hammerhead named Danak, slid to his feet. The defendant contends the minor presented herself as a consenting adult. That no identification was requested because, frankly, mermaids don't carry ID. And whose fault is that? Myra
interrupted. Submit the contract was entered willingly, eagerly, and with full dramatic commitment. I might add. She was 16, Danak. The gallery erupted. The judge, an ancient sperm whale who had personally witnessed the fall of Atlantis and was deeply tired, slammed a
fin against the bench. Order. Ariel sat at the plaintiff's table in silence. She was listening, cataloging, the way she always did. Mira's closing argument was 12 minutes long and included a visual aid, >> >> a blown-up copy of the contract with the age clause highlighted in a color the court reporter would later describe as
aggressively red. The defendant exploited a teenager in emotional crisis who was suffering from documented identity dysphoria, swam alone into a predator's lair without legal counsel. We are not here because Ariel was foolish. We are here because Ursula knew. She knew her client was a minor.
She knew the contract would not hold in any court with a functioning legal system. >> >> And she signed it anyway because she didn't expect to end up in court. She expected to win. Another pause. Mira looked directly at the jury, 12 sea creatures of varying species, all deeply uncomfortable.
She didn't Unanimous. Contract void. Voice returned in full with prejudice. Damages significant. Emotional, biological, psychological. The court had categories Ursula's attorney had never seen before. Ursula was remanded. >> five
Her tentacles were confiscated as a security measure. The deep sea notary lost his license. Ariel sat on the rocks above the waterline, not in the ocean, not on land, right at the edge where the water touched stone and couldn't decide what it was. Eric found her there. He figured it out, not all of it, but
enough. He sat beside her without asking. "You didn't have to do all that." He said. She looked at the horizon. At the seam between two worlds she'd spent her whole life pressing herself against. "I know." She said. Her voice was exactly as she'd left it.
Low, salt touched. "Hers. I wanted to, and then I didn't. And now I'm figuring out what I actually want. >> >> Separate from wanting to be wanted." He nodded. Didn't push. They watched the sun drop into the water. Deep down in the trench, in a holding cell of her own design, Ursula sat with her confiscated tentacles in a jar on the
shelf across from her. And thought about the clause she should have added. Signatory confirms legal age of majority. Four words. She'd been doing this for 300 years. Four words. >> >> Oh gosh.
That was cute. Yeah, that was one of my favorite favorite things examining the the the legality of that contract that Ursula cheated on. What do you want? Yeah, what what's up? Uh As far Do you know there's like um there's like millions of these um Epstein documents? There's like millions.
Like millions. And you can go through them and you can like watch videos of like him basically just chasing like teenagers around the kitchen and stuff. Uh it's kind of weird. And then like um then his like baby farm and then like um and then he was also behind I guess like the whole trans thing. I mean it's like he's basically yeah. He's heated everything in the media. Like the he's
he's like the we discovered it was all it was all him. He's the reason for the trans thing. I mean isn't that crazy? I knew I knew. Well, but the weirdest thing was like he like um Bill Gates was like writing to him a letter and stuff and Bill Gates is like, "Oh, I need help." And he's like he's like, "Bill, I'm not sending you the you know, the gonorrhea medicine."
Cuz because Bill Gates had he been sleeping with a lot of young Russian women and got a STD, right? And then gave it to his wife and then he wanted to sneak his wife medicine so she would like not figure I don't know. I don't know. He wanted to sneak it so she wouldn't have an STD ago. But right? I mean, that's terrible.
It almost seems like it's made up, but maybe not. I don't know. Maybe it was real. Maybe it was real. I don't know. Um yeah, I do have my link. If anyone wants to come up, come on up. I'm still around. Yeah, so you you guys heard like I it's like
It like really like this kid like I think like if I like Yeah, like like some people in this community would like like to they don't want even like want me to like I mean I'm I'm not I'm not It's like I'm not saying anything anybody like has would have to have to donate or do anything. It's like it's like whoever wants to, but like he says he watches my
streams on an alt. I'm sure he does. But um just to like to like go and say, "Oh, you know, it's like so many people saying, 'Oh, just like don't Oh yeah, and Sam man thinks it's his business. He's like, "Oh, well, I know about him and he's his he's taken care of by this person this person." It's like They don't know anything. And he doesn't only live with your dad. I mean, so I mean I'm going to I'm going to see I'm going to see who pays for that apartment
and stuff, right? I mean, you dingleberry. I mean, Sam man is such a He's making fun of clumsy for losing his teeth. And this this mother F'n N has no teeth in in this in the first place. He has like big front teeth missing and stuff. I mean, and then he's like talking about my floor. And then we hear a video his
dad's yelling about his floor. And it's like isn't it true like these trolls are such projectors? It's like everything they accuse you of they are. Really? It's like he's everything he's like he everything he makes fun of people and and goes after he he's like worse. Plus he sounds like like a like a like a like this doofus from the you know
special ed bus. Okay, hey what's up Clumsy? Yeah. Um Yeah, hope all is well. Yeah, I was just saying I was just saying like he's making fun of you and it's like yeah and he's like that. I mean it's like but that he's the the same thing with me, the same thing and it's like these people are such bullies. They I mean they sit there like laughing. Yeah, it's so it's so true and then that and it's like
like it's just like very mean-spirited like very like like I wouldn't like I know well I know I maybe like have said but like I I I get pushed to to by these I mean it's like I I don't say anything that nobody deserves right? Yeah. Hey, oh come on. Come on. Um it reminds me of that summer song.
What's the what's the that's what's funny song. Hey turn yeah, Alex blue line speedos? We we have to have a speedo party, right? I'm going through uh yeah. I'm going to warn you it's wild. Okay, well guys how about we go to like Clumsy's cuz I want to really want to support I do want to support his channel. Go ahead and drop your So Clumsy's on I guess. We can go over
there and uh we'll have a party over there. We're we're going to let's let's end my show and go over there. It's it's less stressful for me. I'll go on his panel, okay? Love you guys. Just go to Clum Clumsy bean gang, right? I'll see you soon.
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