Backflips are a big part of my life. Iāve been teaching myself to backflip in my spare time. I had three dreams as a child. The first was to wield a sword while riding a horse. Iām proud to say Iāve accomplished that. The second was to sing and backflip, which Iāve been unable to do simultaneously. I do not feel comfortable sharing my third dream, but you know who you are, and youāve stabbed me in the back for the last time. Benson Boone, Iām here to listen. Iām here to learn.
āDreamt that I was sitting in the audience of a fashion show and Sarah Jessica Parker told me I had really good hair and asked me and Miranda Kerr to style this modelās hair. Miranda blow dried it and the model said she didnāt like itā she had curly hair. I went on a long epic search for a dry oil then just an oil then realized I could just give her a teensy bit of weleda skin food. Told her to get it really warm/emulsified in her hands and then massage it into ends. She loved itā āI had to write a check and bring it somewhere but on the way somehow I got caught up talking to Hailey Baldwin who brought me into the Kardashiansā home and I hung out in Kendall Jennerās room and she did back pain yoga with me. Then on my way into the place where I had to bring the check a random group of people were photographing me. One woman in the group said something about my jiggly ass and I told her to not sexually harass strangers. I realized sometime between when I walked in the first set of doors in the building and the second that I lost everything I had in my handsā āDream where I was trapped in video game where only gameplay was qtesĀ
Rhys Darby was a sexy evil vampire in an ancient library
Edward Cullen was good vampire detectiveĀ
I kept failing qtesā
back in my evangelical Christian days (former missionary kid) i had a recurring dream of watching my parents be martyred for refusing to recant Christ, and then having my own throat slit. i didnāt feel pain but i still remember the warm blood seeping from my neck
Pi.FYI meetup in a school gym where one of you gave me a bunch of shitty avant garde tattoos, including a Bathing Ape on my knee. I wonāt name who it was in particular
Hello, Mr. President. I know youāre reading this. Our feud has been far from private. Letās give the people what they want. Two men enter, one man leaves. The gauntlet has been thrown. The ball is in your court. Your move, Mr. President. Iāll be waiting.
I just want to say. Huge fan. About a month ago, we got a soft āyesā from Ezra to come on the show. I read his book, āAbundance,ā and I really enjoyed it; I hadnāt read a chapter book in a while. I bought copies for my entire staff and had them read it. For a few weeks, it was all we talked about. Two days ago, we received a hard ānoā from Kleinās team. Breaking the news to the staff was very difficult. This is my public plea to Mr. Klein: Sir, democracy is in peril. This conversation must happen.
To be honest, when I first heard your songs, I thought you were African American. Seeing an artist devote their work to bringing white and black cultures together gives me hope; itās a quiet rebellion against an increasingly divided nation. Kudos to you, Mr. Roll.