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This episode is an experimental blend of musical interludes, spoken word segments, and discussions on prophecy and mystical themes, featuring Psyche's attempts to recite Sanskrit passages and manage technical difficulties.
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Observers see the surface.
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Browse era →Welcome to the night. The cards laid out for show. Stars shining so bright. Watch the secrets unfold. There's magic in her hands. Whisper what the folds.
Dance to the mystery. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. So let the tarot move with a rhythm. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.
Hearts in the balance. Every card and open door. Feel the romance in every arcane door. Destiny entwined as the moon begins to soar.
Dance to the mystery. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. So let the ter move with the rhythm. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Crystal
visions in her gaze. Time can steal this moment. Life's uncertain dance we chase with love. Wen potent dance to the mystery.
Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Slow. Let the tarot move with the rhythm. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Oh,
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>> I blew away like cosmic hash on the marble floor of a memory we Trust cracked first a small betrayal.
A mirror's edge in the heart's parade. You drew your truth in silent lines. Symbols bleeding through the face. Lost taste.
Are you ready for you ready for the prophecy? I hope you know Sanskrit. If you know Sanskrit, you'll be okay. You don't know Sanskrit. You'll probably be kind of confused. It's okay. You learn Sanskrit. It's not too late. Okay. I have to get this out before the gods get mad at me. They asked me to say
this one thing. They asked me to say one thing. Yeah, I have sex. You're right. Messiah has awoken. What did you want me to say? You want me to say one thing? Can you just put it on the screen, please? Okay.
Ai, Mahendra, Ronnie, Mangas,
come.
January.
Okay guys, this is too much for me. I can't speak this language. God, it's a little bit too too much. That was all I could do. That was that was the extent. It goes on for a thou at least at least 100 pages. I can't do any more than that. I'll finish it off.
Santara.
That's all I can do, guys. It's too confusing past that that part. Are we at my Do I have my um slice ready yet?
Hold on. It's stuck, I think.
Okay, I think this is this is probably the end, guys. I can finish one more hard watermelon. Um, other than that, if this is not my Come on. My buddy I have a buddy is supposed to be helping me out. My buddy's not helping me. Buddy, his name is M- an N US. And don't
call him anus. Just call him Manuse. Okay. Man, my Indian guy. Indian guy. You're from India. You're like a smartest AI in the world practically. You You can't make me a slideshow. Man. Man, I know your real name. Man, I know you're not. That's Man. You're Manous.
Man in India. I I know. I see. 123 Kalipria Lane. Okay. I see. Okay, guys. That's enough. I can't I can't take it anymore. I'm just gonna finish the last room my on my own. Nobody wants to talk. Nobody wants to say hi. Nobody wants to read anyone wants to donate. Okay, I'm gonna I'm
just gonna leave. I'm leaving. I end I'm ending this. I'm ending this. Justin Bole, don't say the N word. You better not say the N word. I'm telling Spunky. I'm telling Spunky. I'll play outro video, but that's that's what you guys get. No one want to join. No one want to do anything. Okay. Bye. Outro video. Bye bye.
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>> You engaged
a gold 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 of fake cuz love like all they never did. Not to be divine. But I love you. Even
when I want to crush you. I could never rise above you. But I'm under him tonight to hurt you. Don't call it his resurrection. Don't call it rageous recollection. Not to be divine, but I love you. The sin was born from your reflection.
We trade halos for horns is fair. Every wound you gave our way. We take turns being the villain's 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 a stranger's layer 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
under him tonight to hurt you. Don't call it lo's resurrection. Don't call it raous recollection. Not to be divine, but I love you. The sin was born from your reflection. M.
You can't destroy what's already broken. You can't forgive what was never spoken. Every scar, a holy mark, every kiss, another spot. 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 loses resurrection. Don't call it raous rection. Not to be divine, but I love you. The
sin was born from your affection. Not to be divine.
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