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Bath in lemon peel and coconut oil

Himalayan salt

And I smell like

Lemon pound cake

I have to wonder

What it would be like

To have a body

Spring to action

Like somebody picked me up

And dropped me

On the ball

The $50 “deposit” for “volunteering” at Lightning In A Bottle was non-refundable— so I wasn't going. even if it did mean valuable contacts and a possible job; it just didn't seem worth it.

The cost of travel alone would mean that I'd return nearly with what I'd started with— and it might not even be a good idea to spend time around people who, in the current state of things— might feel a certain way about me. Then, this was California and not New York; New York was a tense and uncomfortable hot bed—and I didn't fit in on any side. Still, I needed an escape from my neighborhood, but any sense of temporary escape would just mean returning to the neighborhood, broke and without means to actually leave. I hated the neighborhood, the noise rotted my core. After a year of endless motorcycles and modded cars speeding around in circles, I no longer woke up with melodies and songs swirling around in my brain; no motivation, no energy left— I wasn't training, running, or eating correctly. Anger swept over me—I had become too ill from the noise anymore to do much or anything but stay to myself. I was the only safe thing around for miles.

Tales of a Superstar DJ

Second path,

I dissappear

Complete the path

Complete despair

I've been sent around in circles

I've been desperate

I'm grown immortal

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He's older than most of them come,

but strongly on, my boy

Still all but one of my sons

The cone

And the kite

And the aught, or the what

My hooks on dollars

And eyes on the collars

No lipstick so far,

no song often sung

I bought her a songbird

I bought her a birdsong.

Watch and learn

We're all at the funeral parlor

We're all at the

Car wash

Hot and subtle

Sticky, suddenly

The world got lonely

Suddenly forgot,

We're still one of five

One of five

Suddenly forgot

We're all dollar signs!

Dollar signs

Give me a dollop, a dollop of love

Give ma a green eye, a blonde

And a hot corpse

corporal

undergarments t

Ten thousand signed under us

My bill fronts for much further

Fuhrer

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Some privacy please. I have to put in this petticoat.

Petticoat!

I'm going to be expected to look like a proper dignitary.

Dignitary? Really?

Really.

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C'cxell Soleïl

I became a de facto wellness expert after losing something like 250 pounds; during this process, it not only changed my life, but my way of thinking and being, quickly included daily habit's I'd picked up alongside overeating, not drinking water, and never working out.

Quitting anything isn't just the cessation of an addiction, it's a lifestyle change; in my experience, there should be other steps taken to ensure the balances between the chemical changes happening within the brain and body are compensated for— here are some tips to help along the transition smoothly.

It seems simple enough, but the underlying point here is that the new behavior should be positive and interact with the reward system in the same way. The first few weeks or months can be filled with cravings and temptations, and those feelings shouldn't be simply ignored, as this is a negative inhibitor to the rewards system, but instead replaced with something enjoyable. This will probably vary from one person to another depending on what the person may like or prefer, but it could be as simple as meeting the negative feeling with a positive response by increasing pleasure— perhaps listening to a favorite song, or even going on a short walk or brief run. Endorphin release is an extremely positive response to the negative feelings associated with quitting; building new habits can be difficult, but over time the urge to do one thing— a negative, unhealthy thing— can turn into the urge to do a positive and healthy thing instead.

Sauna/steam; salt or ocean water and tons and tons of water. Staying hydrated can be a crucial part of maintaining a new habit Changing the diet might also be necessary. Deep clean everything.

Carpets, rugs, floorboards, baseboards—clothes in closets. A thorough cleaning and maybe even redecoration of one's immediate space is probably needed.

Making sure your body is getting absolutely everything it needs is important to ensure your body isn't unnecessarily craving things it doesn't.

Your time should be spent around people who don't share the same behavior during your transition. Swapping smoking for other toxic behaviors such as drinking, using other depressants or chemicals to induce or enhance pleasure may ultimately result in failure to respond to positive stimuli naturally.

Eventually the endurance for cardio will return as you build strength and stamina— exercise works as a great replacement during transition when feeling triggered or upset.

Emotional and physical responses to stress or upset can act as triggers to initiating unwanted feelings—at least for the first few weeks and months, try to avoid people, places, and things that may trigger anxiety, upset, or shame. It might be a good time to take a break from social media or even social outings. Mindfulness of one's surroundings and self awareness is a crucial part of understanding the temporary discomfort and pain from the stress of shedding this habit eventually becomes positive. Health, greater enjoyment of daily activities and small changes in the brain will allow you to see the world as a different place— soon, negative responses to old habits will become overwhelming relief.

Sleep when you have to— stretch it out. Laugh as often as possible or even cry if you feel like it. Feel your feelings deeply enough so that they no longer act as obstacles. Spend your time around happy people that make you feel good. Indulge in positive pleasure. Take deep breaths. Meditate. Clear your mind—-the clarity and focus, pleasure and delight once you have come through transition will be monumental and life changing.

Your environment will change. The people and situations you find yourself drawn to will alter— things you might have missed before will become clear and a new world apparent. It takes time— but it's how you spend this time that matters. I personally recommend massages, hot baths—whatever makes you laugh. In extreme cases, CBD can be an effective anti inflammatory and anti anxiety relief. Remember that you're also targeting the reason and the need for the behavior and not just the habit itself.

I wish I could love you through this!

But, because I'm merely a figment of imagination, I want you to surround yourself with love and life and beautiful beings and situations. Somewhere, there are flowers and trees and beautiful people— there are night skies full of stars or a big shiny sun in the sky. Focus on fresh air, and nature, and deep breaths; hugs and kisses and cuddles and pets. Feel yourself connect to the planet and remain calm in knowing that your signal to the world that you want to change will inspire others to be better, healthier and happier— this will reverberate back to you immensely in your good doings to yourself.

Remember: the more good you do for your health, the more good you do to the world.

Good luck, and take care.

(-Ū.)

Citation: formerly 400 lb party girl/ pack a day habit.

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C'cxell Soleïl

#ricksimpsonoil

**CUT TO:**

INT. RACHEL DRATCH'S OFFICE - DAY

RACHEL DRATCH (50s, comedic actress, eating a bagel) sits at her desk. The door bursts open and SCIENTIST 1 rushes in.

SCIENTIST 1

Hey—uh—

RACHEL DRATCH

Rachel looks up, annoyed.

RACHEL DRATCH

What, dammit; what?!

I just sat down with my bagel!

SCIENTIST 1

I know but— I need your help—

interpreting something?

RACHEL DRATCH

What is it? Gibberish?

SCIENTIST 1

Not really, it's—

RACHEL DRATCH

I'm an expert in Gibberish—

SCIENTIST 1

I know; but—

RACHEL DRATCH

Classical and neo-modern.

SCIENTIST 1

Yeah, it's not that.

RACHEL DRATCH

What is it.

SCIENTIST 1

Alien, I think.

RACHEL DRATCH

Which species.

SCIENTIST 1

Species.

RACHEL DRATCH

WHICH— ugh— give me that!

Rachel snatches a piece of paper from Scientist 1 and produces a MONOCLE, placing it on her eye.

SCIENTIST 1

Since when did you get a monocle?

RACHEL DRATCH

since when we changed insurance companies

which supplies said ‘monocologists' and

covers such expenses sans-coh-pay.

SCIENTIST 1

You mean copay?

RACHEL DRATCH

Shut up.

Hm. Looks to be Unrealian in orgim

but I could be mistaking this

dialect.

SCIENTIST 1

What.

RACHEL DRATCH

Could also possibly be AAHHMEK.

SCIENTIST 1

Ahmek?

RACHEL DRATCH

Ano, AAAAH— nevermind. Is this an

actual apostrophe?

SCIENTIST 1

Beg your pardon.

RACHEL DRATCH

The apostrophe— is it human derived,

or the human pseudo translation

replacement for a

afahmblunsenphOuallentprprh?

SCIENTIST 1

Say again.

RACHEL DRATCH

Is it an actual apostrophe, or is

the mark mean to insinuate the

commonly used extraterrestrial

character afahmblunsenphOuallentprprh?

SCIENTIST 1

…I don't know.

RACHEL DRATCH

WELL, then—I'm afraid I can't help

you until you forgive that out—

SCIENTIST 1

What.

RACHEL DRATCH

Depending on what the mark is, those

could be two veerrrrry different

things.

SCIENTIST 1

Would you just,

RACHEL DRATCH

Now if you'll excuse me, I'd like

to presume the consumption of my

RAISINBagel.

SCIENTIST 1

You know what.

Scientist 1 stares at Rachel, exasperated.

SCIENTIST 1

-_-

-_-

-_- …fine.

Scientist 1 snatches the paper and walks away angrily. Rachel starts to schmear her bagel, mumbling to herself.

RACHEL DRATCH

—wants me to translate, but doesn't

know the difference between an

apostrophe, and a

afahmblunsenphOuallentprprh. Please!

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C'cxell Soleïl

Ah.

Well!

Look at this bird.

I see.

He thinks he's a man.

—but very obviously, bird.

—very obviously bird.

Hawkeye!

What, Blindside?

Have you heard?

I hear everything.

Why Birdsong has spared you?

I'd assume she'd take more pleasure in having me do in myself.

More mold?

Black mold. The entire supply is tainted.

So you'll know, the drinking water is also gone!

What! How.

We seem to have sprung a leak.

[there is a giant hole in the water tank.]

Damn.

I thought you heard everything.

This is news to all of us!

—especially even the sound of literally running water.

Almost nothing's running.

So, are we?

Why, from what.

Birdsong.

No need.

But—

Just let them come to us.

But—

[just then, with a rustle in the trees, two assasains attack from above with ninja like precision.]

{Enter The Multiverse}

Man if you don't get the fuck off of my cloud…

Keith, sir.

What.

Oh, are we doing rock stars now?

LADY VIOLET is not really a peacock.

She's a mysterious ancient mystic hidden deep within the outer realms of the world unseen. She appears in a glimpse and flash of color—and however so her counterpart, a very colorful and statuesque male bird — an actual giant bird— works hidden magic amongst mortals as they play out the various acts of a never ending story in their honor—for their kingdom's own delight and entertainment. They are the masters of ceremony for an ongoing show—the times of our world are merely just an act.

Did you find the.

I went. It's not there.

You— what?

It's not a place.

Did you get the address right.

Yes.

And?

And there's nothing there!

Are you sure.

Positive. In fact.

I also went.

So?

So I almost got hit by a train.

Yeah--What train.

*shrugs*

Wait. Who are you again?

*shrugs*

I'm not confused.

I'm having fun.

Cause on the run,

You're 1 for 1

I'm two for two

So who are you?

I told the lie;

here comes the truth:

I'm not confused,

We're having fun

Cause on the run

You're 1 for 1

I'm two for to

So who are you?

I told the lie:

So here's the truth

I'm not confused

We're having fun

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C'cxell Soleïl

I repost this at least once a year for shits and giggles (and musical lovers)

Burn it.

[does]

Oh, that is such a relief.

Jesus.

Okay. This shit does get weird and deep.

—so that's why we're going offline…

You wouldn't believe this, I found the kid swinging from a tree.

Ridiculous.

And if you tie it like this—

Ah.

Look, it won't slip.

So…this is your hobby, huh.

One of many.

They don't call you the Ace for nothin, do they.

(Innocently, with curiosity)

“Of Granduer”

—Do they?

The sound of a chandelier sparkles as the giant lamp swings back and forth, as if an earthquake has just happened.

You wouldn't believe this.

What.

On the television.

Okay, so I found this “Kit” guy—

Twice.

Twice you asked, and twice I told you.

Well, I didn't think to look directly at Johnny Carson, exactly.

But here—

And this:

You actually were.

Tell me again what your name is.

Just sign me an autograph:

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C'cxell Soleïl

Burn it.

[does]

Oh, that is such a relief.

Jesus.

Okay. This shit does get weird and deep.

—so that's why we're going offline…

You wouldn't believe this, I found the kid swinging from a tree.

Ridiculous.

And if you tie it like this—

Ah.

Look, it won't slip.

So…this is your hobby, huh.

One of many.

They don't call you the Ace for nothin, do they.

(Innocently, with curiosity)

“Of Granduer”

—Do they?

The sound of a chandelier sparkles as the giant lamp swings back and forth, as if an earthquake has just happened.

You wouldn't believe this.

What.

On the television.

Okay, so I found this “Kit” guy—

Twice.

Twice you asked, and twice I told you.

Well, I didn't think to look directly at Johnny Carson, exactly.

But here—

And this:

You actually were.

Tell me again what your name is.

Just sign me an autograph:

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TAYLOR SWIFT is replaced by KATY PERRY as captain of the WHITE BITCHUS.

OHH. That's what happened.

Because let's be honest, what is scarier than either of them?

Answer: their even whiter fan bases.

THE SWIFTIES form a small militia and revolt the decision to overturn the organization and reinstate TAYLOR TWIFT to her former position, which she has made clear; she does not want.

Her fans, the swifties, however, do not seem to actually care genuinely about Taylor, her opinions, or outlook on things and not remarkably or surprisingly at all, just kind of have their own agenda and previously instilled beliefs—

The Katy Perry fandom, though slightly more aged and less willing to participate in an all out war, begin to stage a defensive coup in order to protect their chosen leader.

I liked Miley best as captain.

NOBODY WANTS THIS JOB,

I likes It.

Fuck this.

No.

Are you kidding me.

No.

Look, I'm sorry! Nobody else wants to do it.

Gee, I wonder why!

How about lady Gaga?

She's not eligible!

(My mom helped write this joke.)

JIMMY KIMMEL

[an escalating crescendo]

AssaaaaagggggggggGggggghhHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGHHHHH

!!!!!!

I wanna run through marina del ray

I want a house in the Palisades

But I

Knew that 5 years ago

I knew that five years ago

I want a shack out in Malibu

Just to surf the ocean blū

But I

Knew that five years ago

I knew that five years ago

Before it all burned

I hope we all learned our lessons

Surf

God has a sense of humor

But I was the butt of the joke

I want a Condo in Santa Monica

Invite my friends over for Barbie volleyball

Throw my whole world in the fire pit

But I knew that five years ago

I knew that five years ago

When you realize

The world is your instrument

But it still hasn't earned you a cent

You're still in the hole

Warning back what you spent

By the microinscremwnts

The city people are you as excrement

But you just laugh and you sample them

Play them like instruments back

Perhaps flattery begs them to listen

Suddenly you're visible

Museam world—

Exhibitions

Entertainers

Comedians

Mice and men

Interesting remienxe

Should I even be in this language

Or should I make it more intimate

With melodies?

I hit play on a classic

And my peloton becomes the office

I'm suddenly at work, God

Petulance for relevance spanning generations

Thank you!

Still it takes enough to get it in to you

As out of you

Can't help t but agree to that

Eyeliner!

I like it thick around the freckles faces

And light ashy eyelashes

Over moonlike eyes

You know

I like it

Long hair!

Headliner!

Why am I inside you?

Better yet—

Why have I died?

Eyeliner, headliner

I like it thick around moonlight eyes

I like it

Old timer, headliner—

I like it thick around eyes like Zion

Eyeliner,

I like it

Ashes

You're the worst;

There are circle k's and 7/11s

How was my run on Broadway?

Who's the pope now?

I hope you choke now

There are subway central's

And sauces and really hard bosses to fight

But I don't want to

I'm in south central

And I'm still with you

From always to oblivion

I've been moving for at least an hour

But I have no power here

Drop a house on me

In the hills, if you will

And if the winds change,

There's still New York

What a page turner

I live at Rockefeller Plaza

There's an apartment above my office

There's a notebook

For every love I've ever known

In the oak

There's a something caliber gun in my slumber

I clutch with the crutches I took from the hospitals

Can't hop the turnsltyle now

Can't hop the turnstyle now

Hahaha

Who art thou,

Art monster

Who are you now that I care too much to notice

The problem was

The doves only flew up or a moment before landing on my shoulder

That was awkward

They were supposed to fly away

TV HOST

HEY!!!! HEY!!!! HEYYYYYYYY!

But which host is it?

All of them.

All of us are running for our lives

All of us are running after Carson, and Paar

All of us are stars,

But on polaroids not often captured

Gone and then away into disaster

That's the effect of the Cannon

Canon cameras?

James Canon?!

Laugh harder cause you have to!

Laugh stronger cause the studio is frozen,

And you want to go home now!

It wasn't as fun as you throught

And the set is much smaller in real life

Now clap and hold for applause

Big smiles

Big smiles

Extra points if you run miles before you show up-

Now that's a shiny after thought;

Not your average robot

Or prototypical tourist!

No! A nonconformist and

Kimmel can't sing for shit,

So he can just hum this verse.

(Sorry, I peaked—

No homo)

Now, I dissect Holiday,

I was sure I inspired the Broadway show

But who doesn't inspire a rock opera

I conspire to conspire, unpire, emporer

I studies Agamemnon

I wasn't really sure but the frog in my throat said

Go on, go on—

So I just cried and sucked in my stomach harder

I don't want a—

SETH MEYERS

I don't want a tuna sandwhich!

Just take the tuna sandwhich.

Yeah, buddy

!

I DONT WANT A TUNA FUCKING SANDWHICH

DO I LOOK LIKE I EAT TUNA TO YOU?

Um.

Woah, I sense hostility.

We can't see you—

And we don't know who you are, anyway.

Apparently “someone we know”

Tsh.

Psh.

ITS HOT IN THIS BOX.

Ooh, hotbox.

That sounds like a plan.

Dispensary delivery?

The move.

YO,

Dissection numero dos;

I think I know how to make those sounds

I think I have that reverb

I need herb

Or probably a new location

With no probes

It's only temporary

The peloton office

But I want a home

Me and my family aren't from here

Oh, look, more purple

— we just show up to rock

And then go somewhere farther

Forgive me father for I have—

No.

What?

No. No.

What— why?

Just— no. Not you. Not today.

But—I have sinned!

Of course you have!

But father—

No.

What—?

Keep it to yourself.

But.

Excuse me.

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