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Podcast Patapoe — 20260908-2100. Machine-transcribed; use the interactive transcript above to jump the player to any line.
You like it? You like it? I feel like I've always been a fan But when I feel ugly, I'm a bigotissote I feel like I've fallen in love with my people now But you thought I've never felt like it in the past But when I feel lonely, I feel lonely And I feel like it doesn't seem like I'm not gonna mind But when I feel lonely, I'm not gonna mind I'm not gonna care
I'm not gonna care I'm not gonna care What comes next I'm not free It's your juicy butt Jiangsu Make it shake Make it shake Make it shake Make it shake Make it shake Make it shake Don't play with it Don't play with it Don't play with it Must out Best fuck it out, don't beg a sump Just fuck it out, what all these wants to call me
Best fuck it out, don't beg a sump Just fuck it out, what all these wants to call me Da da da, push there, Matata da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da di daorters Mammy she got笑, wet wet soon I've got why Mammy she got笑, wet wet soon I've got why Tammy I'm in tammy, and y'all call me Tammy Bitch I'm ill, pretty face, if they slump Bitch I'm flexin', you know Jill Bitch I'm ballin', you know Rip Bitch I'm viral, you know Phil Need that B, I don't need no L The aspect, what you cash-apped Like I've always been out of tap day
Oh, I always, something hits my left side So I move, over to my right side Eyes lie like so Make me sick, just out the wood, owls Mind it, I'm in trouble In a stench, I'll do anything you say Make me sick, just out the wood, owls You walk through, it's an awful dude Salutes underlaces too, I need you to pull them through I need all the fuss, I need you to scrap my food fun Gimme gimme just a thing, I'm awful you You walk through, it's an awful dude Oh, give me a click tonight, I'm about to burn Overdown to plastic soldiers, bell-pilled And a stray pipe, you need me gimme just a phone
Gimme gimme just a friend, gimme gimme just a friend Gimme gimme just a friend, gimme gimme just a friend I'll pull you, I'm gimme just a friend, I'm awful you Salutes underlaces too, I need you to pull them through I need all the fuss, I need you to scrap my food fun Gimme gimme just a friend, I'm awful you You walk through, it's an awful dude I need a baseline, but I can start from I need a foundation, to have the build upon I need a baseline, so I can work from I need a family, then I can work from Gimme gimme just a friend, gimme gimme just a friend, I'm awful you Come to some door, laces too, I need you to pull them through I need all the fuss, I need you to scrap my food fun Gimme gimme just a friend, I'm awful you You walk through, it's an awful dude
So, as you're all you aren't, I need convoy, I need convoy I need a convoy, I need convoy Oh, oh, yeah, in the Western Union I turn my attention to your planning world career And with the proposed natural I'm afraid all that continues that would be no war No N也也 n b No no no no no no no no no instrument The dancing queens, you're high! In Russian, Jesus, we're not going to be dancing! The earth, this heavenly beast in Moscow, coming from today to today,
will be Moscow, Russian, but your Moscow is the future city! You're the last one, you're not there! Your Moscow is the future city! It's the most important, you're not there! Your Moscow is the future city! You're the last one, you're not there! The party is super new! The Siemens, they turned the lights into hours. Morning 2019! ельюгг BARM ДЕนน está — ellen explode the World Democrats. In the condiciones of Rocks' 80 icon, Fnall, no sai, no ll ac — na es fóPh Zi, неidi, 묘ть!? en muston — penn Заioen surmy,
Ohsoo Oh Pujuyakumama Pujuyakumama Oh give it to me, I will give it to you You will give it to me, I will give it to you I will give it to you The Birds by Daphne Demorea Part 2
When dinner was over and his wife was washing up, Nats switched on the one o'clock news. The same announcement was repeated, the one which she had taken the morning, but the news bulletin enlarged upon it. The flocks of birds have caused dislocation in all areas, red the announcer, and in London, the sky was so dense at 10 o'clock this morning. Perfect minimalism, perfectionism, 1280, minimalism as the cure for our anxiety of perfection.
Perfect couples, perfect parents, perfect families, perfect lives, perfect families, perfect careers, perfect teeth, perfect performances. Perfect lives. And when I push this one button, it causes
emotional feel, perfect voice. I want to make peace. I want to sit with him, look up at the stars, like we used to do. It's a longer group.
She grew up in what looked like the perfect Christian family. Her father was a youth pastor training to become an ordained minister. Her mother, Penny, played piano at Miracle Faith Baptist Church. The whole family sang in the choir together. A wooden sign with a Bible verse etched above their driveway. Twenty acres of land outside Emery, Texas. A two-story cabin where five people lived, prayed, and made music together. He preached. Penny played piano and sang in a local gospel group. Erin's younger brothers and eight-year-old Tyler played harmonica and guitar. And Erin, she sang. Court records show she sang so passionately during church services that she would sometimes break down in tears.
People who knew the family said she had a beautiful voice. But... Erin asked Michael to do something unthinkable. She asked him to kill her family. Michael refused. Erin started talking about killing her parents in February, 2008. She told friends it was the only way she could be with Charlie.
She told detectives, I intended to kill them because I thought I was in love. The only way we could be together is to kill the parents. The only way we could be together is to kill the parents. The only way we could be together is to kill the parents. Shot five times bleeding, Terry crawled through the Texas night wearing only a t-shirt, pajama bottoms, one wet sock, and no shoes. He fell into a creek, nearly drowned.
I'm very impressed when they told me, though I know this is the 50th anniversary of silence, but I think it's the most beautiful day of the day. I'm very impressed when they told me, though I know this is the 50th anniversary of silence, so there have been 50 of these early events. I said, yes, and yes, everyone is going to come at 7.30, and then you're going to start at 8 in the morning. Really? And here you are here, and it's the 804, so it really is a tradition you will wake up. And some people and my old friends have come even from different cities here in Holland.
I always have some cognac in my ceremony since more than 50 years. Usually not at 8 o'clock in the morning, but in an exceptional city. So I welcome everyone. This is the 50th presentation of silence. It's also the 30th anniversary of Sonic Acts. This is my 50th year coming to Amsterdam. I'm like 76, so I was 26 when I came here. If any of you are of my age, you know that it was too much funkier, easier, cheaper Amsterdam. But all big cities now have become shaker and more expensive and more difficult, actually, for the young.
We were able to like things like squats or find places that were nobody wanted. Now, everywhere, everybody wants. But when I first came here, there was so many places that nobody in the normal society wanted. So there were so many opportunities for young artists. And we didn't even know if we were going to call ourselves artists. We were exploring another dimension, another way of seeing, hearing, experiencing the world. So I'll start the ceremony.
I'll start the ceremony. I'll start the ceremony. I'll start the ceremony. I'll start the ceremony. I'll start the ceremony. Hello.
Welcome to our house. Now we continue with the, our lovely, the greatest synthesizer in the world. And now we continue with the, our lovely, the greatest synthesizer in the world. This is the organ. And this is a very old one that is even microtonal. You can do things that now only synthesizers think that they can do. But these were doing them for centuries before. And this one can. You'll hear all of its microtons.
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Carl Jung warned that what is ignored within the psyche does not vanish. It sinks into the shadow, and the shadow does not remain passive. It expresses itself through projection, hostility, and destructive patterns to all others.
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And it felt right. But even before the couple's hunting one phase is over, gunshots echo through a quiet neighborhood in East Los Angeles. And tragedy strikes. Out of a fairy tale. Bruce Cleel and was born into an upper-middle-class family in South Pasadena, California. Bruce was really smart. He had a perfect math score on the SAT, a perfect score on the college board achievement tests in physics and chemistry. He bought furniture for her, jewelry, and clothing. Out of a fairy tale. His generosity seemed to be in love. Love is a drug that makes heroin look mild.
I'm telling you, when you're in love, you do things that you would have never have done before. I found a wonderful hilltop upscale house. Out of a fairy tale. But there are cracks in the picture perfect decide. She started forging Bruce's name to life insurance policies. And she set herself up as being the beneficiary of a life insurance policy. She would be able to collect over a million dollars if he were killed.
She was born into an upper-middle-class family. She was born into an upper-middle-class family. Bruce Cleel and was born into an upper-middle-class family. Rebecca is the ultimate femme petal. She uses her femininity to create fatalities. She uses her sexuality to create crimes upon men. The bad luck and the unfairness of it. Out of a fairy tale. I'm Steve Vigrant and you're listening to Paterpoo Radio. I'm Steve Vigrant and you're listening to Paterpoo Radio.
I'm Steve Vigrant and you're listening to Paterpoo Radio. The bad luck and the unfairness of it. Out of a fairy tale. The bad luck and the unfairness of it. Out of a fairy tale. Out of a fairy tale. Out of a fairy tale. Out of a fairy tale. Out of a fairy tale. He said that he did not like that parking lot. I guess they argued.
And they shot him. Out of a fairy tale. He said that he did not like that parking lot. I guess they argued. And they shot him. Out of a fairy tale. Out of a fairy tale.
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Out of a fairy tale. Out of a fairy tale. Out of a fairy tale. It's going to be a finite tonight. It's going to be a finite tonight. It's going to be a finite tomorrow. Klinik's Tissue. Jennifer appeared to have it all. Utah National Guard. Courageously, facile, and complacently, sovereign by them, Anzane. A former US Marine described by friends as devoted, reliable, and brilliant. The neighbors, they look like just another American family, navigating the challenges of modern life.
White, super, and no so, cold, creamy. But beneath the surface, their marriage was crumbling. The relationship was described as highly dysfunctional. They are good. Muah-oh.
Marked by frequent arguments and mutual accusations. Do not be irritated. Very good. A brand new mattress sat on the bed, purchased just days after Matthew's disappearance. Don't let that stigain. The walls had been scrubbed with bleach, leaving visible white marks. The same.
Oblige-mo. Neha-zine. Some of the darkest crimes unfold behind the closed doors of seemingly ordinary homes. Carried out by people who appear on the surface to be just like everyone else. Abel-gloibel. Price-yurzim-o. Pale and priestly. She was a woman who authored a children's book about grief. Evite to take saltation, sack village. She presented herself as a devoted mother.
She lived in a million dollar home in a quiet suburb. Not shivering too much. She shot her husband in the head while he slept. Abenzone. Fall until and feeble. Buried him in a shallow grave. And attempted to erase every trace of what she had done. In your head. In your head, its own presence.
Some of the darkest crimes unfold behind the closed doors of seemingly ordinary homes. Like our subdued head west. I speak to my dear baked cheese on it. The highway with thermos. An ovation of stars.
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