Do You Still Like Us?

Do You Still Like Us?

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Do You Still Like Us? episodes

  • so much god...like we cannot stop talking about it....wait are we calling god it? : a podcast that maybe blasphemes and wants to be poly #076

    “No Captain!”

    “Stop.”
    “No, we need this! We cannot stop evil if we do not win this end!”
    ‘we know this trick’
    “No trick! This is not about the Captain we lost! This is about the Captain we have! This is about the end of it! We need to win this!”
    “Stop.”
    ‘we will win’
    ‘but we will not take this’
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    “You are wrong.”
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    Beating hearts drum in silence. The bloody room seeps and smolders into their moment, cementing their weakness, their wrongs and mistakes...their now floods now and all that brings with it.
    ‘you are right’
    ‘we cannot run from this’
    ///
    ‘we will beat this’
    ‘and we will take this’
    A dull, thudding of gears begins to rise from the crimson horror before them. From greasy, black cracks a faint cranking grows into a thick growl as rich reds saturate the gaze and obscure the details.

    1 hr 26 min
  • talkin’ about an ex...yeah she was super hot...but she was beautiful too : a podcast whose fine with the new boyfriend #075

    They arrive too soon, but not as soon as expected. A small moment of confusion they exploit to the fullest, they slip their quick and nimble ship through a crack of shadow and sail unnoticed and unknown deeper into the forever end of it. This is the all and thick of it, but they have lost everything to arrive, so they spoil no moment. Deft and silent and expert they sail, nimble and beyond quick they break through, through shadow and quick they land and creep, until room by hallway by room by hallway they creep and creep and creep forward until they have creeped to the end of it and IT stands before them, terrible...

    ...abominable...thick...and end of it.
    “That is the prize.”
    ‘it looks no prize’
    A bloody, dripping room, full to the brim with horror beyond end... end proper, and them only armed with the hope of end of IT, end proper. 2 little girls and their crew bravely continue to creep forward as they frantically whisper to each other in shadow.
    ‘we cant make sense of this senseless scene’
    “That is the point of IT.”
    ‘than we must end IT’
    “That is not the plan!”
    ‘but’
    ‘we must end it’
    ...
    ...
    ...
    “Yes Captain.”

    1 hr 50 min
  • yay! miguel is back!!! ...we mention R.KELLY : a podcast crazier than a fish with titties #074

    Weeks blow by in foggy depths, but eventually the sun shines high again and the 2 little girls stand clear eyed and determined on the deck of their ship. A briny, endless gust billows their sails taut, leading their way forward, pushing and stretching their pace and bent.

    “The weather has turned.”
    “And we make good time.”
    ‘it leans us too far oblique’
    ‘keep an eye on the sky and push of it’
    ‘we need to approach with our own purpose’
    “Of course Captain.”
    Quickly orders are deftly shouted as muscles tense and ropes pull sharp and tight. The crew pushes and rages against destiny, led by 2 little, fearless girls as endless winds continue to gale, the crew little by little make their way purposefully and determinedly forward.

    1 hr 22 min
  • never good enough..and is that ok?...we also talk about racism : a podcast that postmates sushi in the burbs #073


    The Captain’s quarters are messy, disarrayed and sad. 2 little girls stand tired and spent listening to Genna and Jessie pummel them with questions.
    “What do we do next?”
    “Where do we go?”
    ‘we need to rest’
    ‘and process’
    “The crew is at their end.”
    “They need leadership.”
    ‘we sail away from this place and towards the end of it’
    ‘but, we need to rest and process’
    ‘you lead the crew for now’
    ‘set sail to the end’
    ‘we will be ready soon’
    “Of course Captain.”
    “We will prepare for...the end.”
    A sardonic smile creeps upon Jessie’s face.
    ‘thank you’
    2 little girls, now alone in the captain’s quarters collapse into their bed and cry until they quickly fall asleep. The night brings darkness and rest and time.

    1 hr 46 min
  • maybe want to be poly, just try not to click : a podcast in support of #pride #072

    “Where is the Captain? Where is the thing we sought! What happened?! Have you seen the broken throne?? Is the old king gone!?!”

    The crew’s desperate questions flood and overrun the stifled, tense air.
    2 sad, little girls heave heavy sobs as they stand hand in hand on the deck of their familiar ship in front of their familiar crew.
    ‘the old king is a powerless thing’
    ‘he will continue to fray and wither to nothing’
    ...
    ‘we must continue forward’
    ...
    “But how, we have not won what we need?”
    “We have lost so much.”
    ‘we do not need what we could have won’
    ‘we go forward’
    ...
    “Yes...Captain.”
    2 sad, little girls stand up straight and walk purposefully to their cabin.
    ‘Genna’
    ‘Jessie’
    ‘we will rework our plans tomorrow over breakfast’
    ‘and sail away from this forgotten place’
    ...
    “Yes Captain.”
    “Yes, Captain.”

    1 hr 46 min
  • bible school commentary: a podcast that used to be christian #iamadog #071

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    ‘ok’
    ...
    ‘we see it now’
    ‘we cant force you’
    ...
    ...
    ...
    “so you leave me?”
    ...
    ‘if that is what you want’
    ‘if that is what you choose’
    ‘but we love you’
    ‘and we still see you’
    ...
    ‘come back with us’
    ...
    ...
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    “i’ll stay...i will use this old king to win a new thing.”
    ...
    ...
    ...
    2 sad, little girls walk back through a broken archway, back to their crew, back to their ship, back...without their Captain.

    1 hr 47 min
  • always go frasier to cheers...then night court : a podcast with recommendations of sitcoms #070

    The Captain continues to cry, a broken mess of hopelessness.

    ‘we need to take her from here’
    ‘away from it’
    2 strong gals confidently grab The Captain underneath her armpits and begin to drag the sobbing, struggling thing towards the broken window that brought them here. It is a heavy mess of effort and ugly, but with each step the 2 little girls grow more determined to win, to win back their Captain, to win back their crew, to beat that obsolete king back into oblivion and show that they never have to give in.
    “ please!” The poor Captain pleads, “...we need it, we need this, everything is about this, we can’t go on without this, there is no way to win without this...please help me solve this....keep this...help me find a way....forward ”
    The Captain continues to cry, a broken mess in need of help.
    ‘we need to take you away from here’
    ‘we need to save you’
    ‘without this’
    2 strong gals strongly drag their Captain to safety, their steps in sync and as they draw near to the threshold a fiendish, quiet laugh quietly dribbles over The Captains cracked, bleeding lips.
    “So you do see. We do need this. This is the way. Brutal and true. Take the true however you need.”
    2 ashamed gals see themselves, determinedly dragging their Captain against her will towards safety.
    “See...that is how he won me little ones.”
    But now The Captain just smiles, lost to now, lost to forever, lost in that Lost King.

    1 hr 33 min
  • red wine, horrible healthcare, more bad dental experiences, old baby teeth : a podcast that read an article about good #SEO for podcast titles #069

    ‘we need to tear this throne down, forever’

    “NO!”
    The Captain’s primal scream screeches through the dead air. Her once dulled eyes now mad and sharp. Saliva froths at the corners of her bared lips. Teeth gnashing she glares at the 2 little girls.
    ‘we see you monster’
    ‘we will tear down your throne’
    ‘we will stop bad’
    “And will you lose me with it? Can you destroy even me now?”
    ...
    ‘and who are you’
    “I am your Captain!”
    ‘and we still see you’
    ‘and we still love you’
    ‘and we will stop bad’
    A slim sliver of thought, an almost real beam of translucently pure moonlight slips into the room. A slight shift, a breath, a choice, a blink. Darkness shrouds all for a single beat. And The Throne lays Broken in a room now over stuffed with bleached bare bones endlessly crammed into folds of shadows pouring beyond the endless. The Captain lays broken beyond repair, beyond despair, a heap of tears and shame and regret.
    ‘we see you’
    ‘and we love you’

    1 hr 20 min
  • if you thought we wouldn’t talk about death, you’d be wrong : a podcast dying #068

    The 2 little, mad girls rush the Broken Throne, furiously ripping eye from socket, tooth from jaw, tatter from bone, king from throne until a heap of a thing lays piled before them, dusty, worthless and lifeless.

    “That is how he won me little ones.”
    ...
    ‘Captain it is over’
    ‘the king is gone’
    ‘come back with us’
    ...
    “Don’t you see little ones, it all ends, it always ends, just like now, everything stops...and he can stop that. He has stopped that. So we can stop that. He has remained. We can remain. We need to stop the tragedy of it all. We can stop the tragedy of it all. It looks drastic, but it always does, we need to be drastic, we need to be bold, we need to find the way. He is the way, bold, beyond, tied to none of it. He is the way and we can stop all of the bad. We have to stop all of the bad. Help me stop bad.”
    ...
    ‘he is a monster’
    ...
    “We need to be monsters. We need to be powerful and real and now. We need to stop bad.”

    1 hr 21 min
  • apparently still salty about being christian : a podcast trying to fix everything #067

    ‘we are done with your spectacle’

    ‘we are done with your old, musty godhood’
    ...
    “Big words...from such tiny girls.”
    In a mad dash the 2 little mad girls run into the cramped and long forgotten room. They stand furiously heaving in front of a torn and rendered thing. Sad and pathetic their Captain knells before it.
    ...
    “You see, you have already lost....she is already wholly mine.”
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    ‘you are a pathetic king’
    ‘who leans too heavy on a shine past forgotten’
    ...
    ‘Captain......’
    ‘Come back to us...’
    The Captain turns towards the 2 little girls, tears streaming from her eyes.
    “Save me from this monster.”
    A deep, lost rolling laughter rolls forth from the Broken Throne filling every dark crack and shadow.
    “She is ours.”
    ...
    ‘if you could take her’
    ‘you would, faker’
    ‘and so we end it’
    ‘now’

    1 hr 51 min

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