This episode of the Cult of Psyche features Psyche and guest Alex in a chaotic, unstructured livestream with crude banter, absurdist humor, and tangential discussions, preceded by an extended musical/spoken-word performance piece.
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The episode begins with a musical/spoken-word performance piece that lasts for several minutes [0:17-8:24]. After the performance, Psyche and Alex engage in a conversation that is characterized by crude banter, absurdist humor, and tangential discussions [8:24-19:21]. They talk about various topics, including their personal lives, relationships, and interests. At one point, they discuss the idea of an alien spacecraft [17:41-17:50] and Alex's desire to fill Psyche's butt with an object [18:00-18:13]. The conversation is often humorous and lighthearted, but also touches on more serious topics such as the importance of trust and vulnerability in relationships [9:22-9:48].
The episode appears to explore themes of creativity, self-expression, and the blurring of boundaries between reality and fantasy. The musical/spoken-word performance piece at the beginning of the episode sets a tone for the rest of the conversation, which is often playful, experimental, and unstructured. The conversation between Psyche and Alex suggests that they are trying to push the boundaries of what is considered acceptable or normal, and to challenge each other to be more open and honest. The episode also touches on the idea of the search for meaning and connection in life, and the importance of embracing one's true self [10:35-10:42].
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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 fall.
Every thought brought its own ghost friend till my mind turned into a crowded dead end. I'm looked and 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 out somehow. The girl of light
is beating in the ground. Pulls me higher. I'm breaking down. I can feel I'm getting stronger now.
Grinning till 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. What sleeps in you now.
Stronger now. Stronger now. Stronger now. >> >> Now, stronger now. Now,
no more self lies. Burn the script. The flood receds. I find my grip. Feet on ground. Pulsing riot. Marching out of the dream. Slow quiet. Not giving up hope. It gets better. We're prisons of soul. Power stacked a psychic quiet. We feed each other. Feed the fire.
Stronger now. Stronger now. Stronger now.
Now from the void we rise electric.
I walked alone through shattered skies with nothing left but haunted highs. A thousand notes, a million tries.
Still Jony's name was in my cries. Every fall became a step I had to take. Every crackle line I swore I' break.
They tried to dim the fire in my chest, but Joy whispered, "Don't you rest. I WILL RISE AGAIN, stronger than before out of the fire,
reaching for more. You can't hold me down. I'll learn how to bend. I'll break. I'll burn. And I'll rise again.
The echoes try to pull me back. Shadows deep along the track. But every scar, each tear I bled
became the torch. The journey led. Now I'm standing in the storm I used to fear. You can hear me louder than the silence in my ear.
No more waiting. Don't pretend. This is my voice. This is the end. I will rise again. Stronger than before.
Out of the fire. I'm reaching for more. You can't hold me down. I learned how to bend. When the night falls heavy and wide,
when the night falls heavy and wide, Johnny's flame still burns inside. No chains, no ghost, no bitter end.
Just me, reborn in my oldest friend. I WILL RISE AGAIN, stronger than before. Out of the fire, reaching for more.
You can't hold me down. I break down again.
Oh,
again.
I think it's over, Jamie. It's all
like cosmic cash on the marble floor of a memory we made. Trust cracks first a small betrayal a mirror edge in the hearts parade. You drew your truth in silent lines.
Symbols bleeding through the veil. Lost tasted like red berries sweet but laced with pale h. What if we just slip the loop? There's always a crack in the code. Don't stare straight. Look sideways. The secret door goes cold.
Hey now, don't give up the climb. This isn't home. It's a crystal soul. So yeah, but you'll have to walk through the open door. We'll show before we land. Before we left, before we understand
play, they said as if the game like ghost. Regret smells like iron and no zone. But whose time are we stealing most? I do it all again. Loose for I transcend the map was never wrong. Just written in the
language of the end day. What if we script? There's a pattern under pain in the corner of your eye. The doorway flickers again. Hey now. Why even that small? This isn't hell. It's rehearsal. There's a way out. A
fight to fall a reversal. The door will show. Before we land, before we land, before we become the man.
>>
>> I'm dust on dirt. I'm divine. A trinity of my own undoing. Call me by no name and I'll still hear the truth blooming.
I've paid the toll. I've crossed the line. Forgiveness is the cold disguised as crime. The shadow laughs but yields it hand. We fight no more. When we understand,
hey, how about me and you leaving? There's a way out of here. >>
>> Face the fear step through the mirror. The door's been waiting all along. >>
>> Alex, >> I'm in the show with Psycheronis. >> What's up, bro? >> Are you still there? >> I'm good. Can you hear me? >> Yeah, I hear you. How are you? >> I'm good, brother. How you been? I feel like I haven't talked to you in years. It's been probably like a day or two, right? Like a day. >> I'm naked right now.
I can't. >> Who are you? >> Don't porn bomb. Don't porn bomb >> I am. yourself bro. >> Try not to. >> You just talk. You >> I see myself on the TV. >> You can have my show. You just have the show. Just take the show. You take it >> Nice. Oh, look. What cat is that? over. Is that Rudy?
>> Tobacco. And we're You can have the show. >> I see a little kitty. Yo. Yo, welcome to Psyches Awakens or Scotto Psyche. >> We need to get under the covers. Go ahead, Alex. You're my You're my boyfriend. Go ahead. You're in charge. >> My boyfriend My boyfriend's back and
he's better than ever. Hey now. Hey now, Psyche's back. I was just at Alexandra May's cuz she was doing a three Atlas update. Seems so funny. She thinks it's a spaceship. I mean, >> yeah, she's ready to go. She's an alien. I think she's alien. >> It could. I don't know, bro.
>> Only aliens are interested in me. Not normal people. Only aliens are. >> Exactly. I'm going to be on the roof of my house with a sign saying >> and I proed your butthole. >> You want to what to my butthole? >> You I probed it. >> Remember that time? >> Probe my probe it. Probe it.
>> I did. I did. I put my whole finger in it and then it was my finger's like eight inches long and he said more more more and I was like oh this guy's he's too weird it in all the way into my brain all the way in through my he just kept coming it in my ass. >> Yeah. >> Got to get something thicker though than the finger bro. We got to find the, you
know, two big >> the future, >> the something dry. >> Future the past or hell or one of those three. >> I see a little kitty cat snoring on the table by the TV. >> That's just me snoring. I'm I'm You call me your little cat. I see it, bro.
>> I'm your little kitty cat, Alex. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Alex. What up? Burning Joint USA, Nick Johnson, my boy. Jamie's Cowboys. I think Easy Cameras was down there, too. I saw >> you remember the time we made love.
>> Not really. >> I was too up. I was >> You were so drunk. You were drunk. But >> like you bent over in the corner and I I penetrated you and you said you loved it. Remember that? I vaguely remember the corner. Yeah, I remember. >> Vaguely. Okay. >> Yeah. Having a faint memory of it.
>> Okay. I'm not gonna I won't say anymore. Embarrassed. >> Yeah. Yeah. That my ass woke up really sore that day. I remember if anything. >> I woke your ass. I woke I woke up in there. It was disgusting. I >> remember nothing but my sore. You ever heard of an enema?
>> Isn't that that thing that makes you Some little plastic thing you show in your ass or something. >> Give you like five in a row, please. >> Huh? Yeah. I got to clear my vows. I'm done. I am away, my man. It's good to clean the vows once in a blue. >> They're like a little bit dirty. It was like a little bit like I looked at the corner and there was like >> What the hell is that thing anyway? I
always saw it's like a little clear little thing. What does it do? How come it makes you What's the active ingredient in that thing? >> This is the saline, but they they they squirt into your butthole and so you have to like let it out. It's like a little lower back. >> That's crazy. >> Do you Can I demonstrate? >> You want to take a nice Do a line of coke, bro. That will make go to
bathroom. >> Coke. This is This is the folks. >> Psychi Come back. Do you think three island is an alien spacecraft or you think it's a >> Just for our but it's over.
>> What do you think? >> I don't know. But I actually don't give a what it is to be honest with you. >> Okay. But Alex, what about my butt? Are you going to fill it? >> I'm going to take a Corona bottle and put it in there. >> Corona bottle? I don't want a I don't want some like basically a beer bottle.
I want Alexander McQueen Esquire. >> You want the Jew? You want the beef? >> I want you. >> You want the meat? You want the McQueen meat? >> You want a McQueen sausage? >> Yes, I want that. >> Gotcha. Can I have that? >> Hello.
>> Um, I'm thinking about it. Give me a second. >> Just say yes. >> Yeah. Yeah, you could have it, man. No worry about Yes. Guys said yes. Okay. So, imagine this. We're gonna have a video, my man. Don't worry about >> whatever makes Seroni happy, right? >> Yeah. He comes in the house. He says, "Hey, I got to pull you over. You You're going
too fast here." >> Oh my god. Someone on the other panel the other day, they were making fun of us from that video. >> They were like, "Has anyone seen Alex and Psyche?" I think it was Exile talking He's like, "That said he wants to drag Psyche by the balls into the bushes." I was dying. >> Well, you do. And I want
>> I know he's right. He's not lying. But >> the bushes against my will recently. This was like two days ago I heard him say this. He's like, "Yo, has anyone seen that in your hand? Can you put them in your mouth next time?" >> Yeah. >> I can't believe you made a lobster song. That's hilarious.
>> Oh, you like the lobster song. >> I love it. She's funny as >> Alexander lobster people. >> Mrs. Alexander song. I made the song for Alexander McQueen. And >> I thought it was more paige. The lobster song but >> no, it's not for anybody else besides you because you're there. You're you're like you're you're the first one that turns red on the beach. Listen,
sunburned on the gang rolls in. Paige with a cooler ghost with a grin. Polo and got his got before the noon bell. Thing that his hums like a seashell spell. Alexander's preaching with a tan so divine sunscreen forgotten he's turning to bright
people red and raw snapping our claws at the cosmic law steaming our veins salt in our eyes took our souls now we baptize for the world in our butter at the altar of hunger psych >>
>> Paige and Apollo start chanting. Shells start to glow. Ghost draw symbols in the underdies. Click time with faith. Sing that is whispers. Can't wait. Alexander's halo of welcome to your new home. Now with a red ant
people red and raw snapping our claws at the cosmic law see in our veins salt in our eyes the t of our souls now we baptize boil the world in our butter greed at the altar of hunger psychic
>> >> Sele
for a heart shell for a crown. The call tracks are slowly down. >> >> We're the arms of people red and raw. Snapping our claws at the cosmic law. Steam in our veins, salt in our eyes. The tide took our souls.
Now we baptize under the moon in that boil and reach beast forever at red top.
It's like an 80s vibe. >> It's like an 80s vibe. It reminds me. That's a good one. Good job, buddy. >> Where did everyone go? Why Why everyone go leave here in case everyone out there again? >> Where the is Ghost, bro?
>> I don't know. Do >> I have permission to crash out? Am I about to crash out? Actually, >> we have to crash out, bro. Don't call him if you crash out. >> I think that song. Hold on. >> Think that is Where's that brother been? I haven't seen him in a few. >> I think I banned him like a year ago.
>> That's impossible. He was up here all week with us. Gotti. >> Yeah, I play with >> Where's the Spunkinator? >> She's been uh kicked out of the show. What about um educ You get paid for.
May I have permission to crash out? >> The best
Echo through the night. That's how you know the haunts alive. Lights flicker, chats in the right, and somewhere ghosts about to die. Heroing loud like thunder on caffeine. Dropping stacks, cracking jokes, keeping the scene clean. The
crowd starts howling. The trolls start. Ghost just grins. >> Let's go. >> And now we're flying. It's chaos with the halo. Wild but true. Held me down when the sky lost its you. They can't see the light he threw in my
storm. But I remember I was reborn. >> May I have permission to crash out? Coh took the whole crowd. Heart of gold voice of fire. When ghost shows up, the stakes get higher.
Dum dum. That's his war cry sound. Every hater gets spun right round. When the chat goes cold, he brings it loud. His ghost over baby psych.
They talk. >> Why is he still around? But kindness is rare on this battleground. He saw my fall, still chose to believe when most just lie and chose to leave me. >> He's the king of the late night ring. Crashing out with a heart that
sings. Generous soul, half saint, half storm. Breaking norms just by staying warm. >> In a world full of clowns, he's the last of faith. When the screen went dark, it kept me awake. All the noise fades, but ghost remains
turning pain into flame. May I have permission to crash out? >> You already know. Ghost runs this town. You already know. Ghost runs this town. You already know. Ghost runs this town.
Oh, sorry. Jamie Cowboys
runs the town. Ghost runs the street. Go becomes a dream. Dumb dumb to the ones who doubt. He's the flame never went out. So raise your glass. The
ghost are around. It's ghost forever.
You can't let go. >> Classic. That's top three right there.
Is that a new version or that was always the same song?
Yo yo yo, do I have permission to crash out? Alex wants this t-shirt, gang.
Rise, rise, rise, claim what was denied. Guys don't beg. They deand the tide. >> >> The man smoke
crown forced in chaos. I'm already there. >> Kneel to the resurrection. Gold pulled from the grave.
Paid in love and lunacy by themsel
in ash from the afterlen.
Tonight if you blinked, you've been left behind. I'm claiming my divine right. Unholy unstoppable ascending tonight. I see my throne. I'm taking it. God don't beg. Mort split by
sweet crown.
All shall be revealed on delusion full of crystal and perfume break. Now the party is getting started.
If it seems mean, it's mine. Myth bleeds out. But the cultiv about CFFAN.
What level that is? I don't even know what
is that though. >> Not the first time I heard it.
So true. >> >> I think the crown temples for me is just entropy divame
girl. Where's trivia boy? Stop playing, my peeps. Hit that link. Hit that like button. Come support your boy Psycheronis. All the true supporters. All right. Everyone wants to ride the limo, right?
When my man's in the limo and it, everyone's on his dick. But you know, when the limo breaks down and he's got to take the bus, that's when you see who your real friends are. We'll take the bus with you. Bunch of crazy people out there, man. Y'all heard.
Stop playing with McQueen.
Jamie, come up here and let me hear that beautiful voice so Athens can get jealous and come up. Oh, trivia boy. Cult of psych. I was busy, man, last night. I missed uh
your cult meeting. It said like call to all my like emergency meeting. Do I have permission to crash out?
>> >> Step right up to the digital flame. >> Tarot get tamed. Psyches and ropes divine. We stream the apocalypse one panel at a time.
He reads your soul like terms of use. No refunds, no excuse. >> One night reading your mind. You're one of us now.
We drink the algorithms wine. Dance around the broken neon.
>> I got this thing. I got this done. >> You boys come when you're not busy. Okay, you're not busy. My boy CB CB in the building.
Beautiful girl.
What up? What up? How many people in the building, my peeps? Six. Nice. It's better than I thought. I thought it was like two.
A Capricorn born for chaos and clicks. Summoning truth from YouTube analytics. The cat's got the altar. The chat goes wild. Someone just donated their ex's profile.
No sleep till monetization day. Free pen through PayPal. the psych.
You engul with your halo dim airplane mode. I felt it in my skin. So I was in like design and let a stranger's body keep me cool. You know the spark, you know the gun. You pull the string, I come undone.
You say you love to watch me burn. Maybe pain's the only thing we've learned. Not to be celestial, but the way you left was biblical. So I did something ritual cuz grief for me is cool. I might have sent a picture from a mortal bed just to haunt your goddamn head. I knew you crave the
chaos I f cuz love like ain't never did not to be divine but I love you even when I want to curse you I could never rise above you but I'm under him tonight to hurt you don't call it lo's resurrection don't call it rageous recollection
not to be divine but I love you sin was born from your reflection. We trade halos for every wound you gave our way. We take turns being the villain muse.
But damn it, I still want to lose. Not to be celestial, but you made my pain perpetual. So I did something sexual, just to feel conceptual. I might have sent that photo from the strangers just to prove that I still care. You fall apart cuz you know it's true. No one sins the way I do. Not to
be divine, but I love you. Even when I want to curse you. I could never rise above you. But I'm wondering tonight to hurt you. Don't call it loses resurrection. Don't call it rageous recollection. Not to be divine, but I love you.
The sin was born from your reflection. You can't destroy what's already broken. You can't
kiss.
Even when I want to curse you, I could never rise above you. But I'm under him tonight to hurt you. Don't call it loses resurrection. Don't call it rageous recollection. Not to be divine, but I love you. The sin was born from your affection.
Not to be divine.
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