Motion light at ankle height gives way to a paranormal event. Praying for morning, staring at the doorway to the darkness of the woods. Deviant spiritual art on the internet. Masculinity that’s not afraid. Another river, energy flows across them. Spirits love to drain batteries, so we tie the velvet bag a little tighter.

Reaching for archetypal energies. Marinating green beans village-style. Neighborhood bakers. Staring into the eye of the fig—frozen, dried, sweetened. Unhinged solutions, no more nesting bowls. A warm metallic packet. You doubt me, but you love me in the night. Christmas is en route.

***In celebration of the re-release of the Lychee Martini gummies from Rose Delights, we're putting out a never-before-heard episode, recorded at Jar a year ago.*** What is the origin of the flask? Candied garlic on the fries. Imagine receiving sambuca with two beans. The dog doesn’t live for you. Channeling the confidence of the red onion. Gotta hydrate, in theory. Building—any hauntings? Every 10 days is not a unit. Chins across the table, ass back in the seat. Dry scoops in the mouth. The true tickle, talked off the wedge.

Doctoring a clock. Every day is an inside joke. What good is a dead HiZoo? Sexless UV hats. Deva Curl’s hand sucking eroticism out of the head. Sturm caved, you’re next. Rerouting the smock to a safe center.

Walking around like a mouthguard cooling into position. Prostrating before nature, bulking the facial muscles, and making money in the rock climbing position. There’s no WiFi in the Scottish caves. A crazy amount of ice, clanging against itself. Endlessly reproducing the past—the spectacle of continuation.

Grumpy on a plane, the wheels retract like a stuck garage. Something off at the front desk and scared of an upgrade. The foot de-gloved. Over-ordering in a new town. Take the comforts where and when you can. Rediagnosed by every book. The airport lounge at capacity. Overnight flight, no lodging when you hit the ground. Saved by new brows.

The only thing worse than a bad show is a good show. The facts are the facts. The king leaves less floor room. Incoming hotel room calls. Ceremonial piss. Moved by soft technology. Attractive words. Contact stress. Watch the little lady go by. Medieval beans. Hoping for miracles day-of. Third eye pinned open by Insta. Danger, danger, danger. Kate tricks the algorithm with her perverse curiosity. Grill brush-free zone. Vegan grill-master. Barely there sports bra.

Midnight birthday wish and the somber passage into a new day. Ojai as a Spiritual Vortex where an absence of Airbnbs proves relevant to transcendence. A light champagne pour, to sing for another table, a new blush. Kate discovers the 'Instapot:' wonders, cackling in the frozen vegetable aisle. The writer's booth at the local bar for Jacqueline, the mysterious regular. Digging deeper on the problem of the highball glass.

Journal around the neck. Two wet lips on the cheeks. God, Coca-Cola, Titanic, Titan Submersible. Thrown from a desk twice. Two seconds of terror. Mangled loosely in the chair. Rivers of time. Manifesting the past. Dodging embarrassment, into the riptide. Constant fear of the light-colored sofa.

The glory of a thin book. A wild outsider. The cruelty to our mothers. Cryptic texting. Ironic consumption of dinosaurs. When I need you, you provide nothing? By the way, here they come. Chocolate soup. Turn the bowl upside-down. Where is Souen West? The nap that comes from reading. Looking for hostility. 99 out of 100 people don’t win the raffle. Getting the works.

Careful you don’t get Max’d. Jumping on the ground to achieve a euphoric state. Tap, Tap, Tapping on the bones for strength. The sugar of the crowd, blood on the cave wall, and a spiritual logic. New client specials rock and they work. A meme enjoyed, supine as Clive Owen breaks through. Needless to Say, I Booked Elsewhere.

The conduit burps continuously. Raising the liver. Feet tied at the bottom like a little bow. Lunch is an utter derailment. Hurting the hand while trying to move at the speed of one’s thinking. Huge eye roll to the camera in the corner. Passage of time strikes right in the heart. Another one about sex and boys? Mister Cabbage, it’s me. A woven placemat, a frame under the plate.

Gonzo journalism. One sprig of parsley on every plane meal. Panic clouding the mind. The smell of the subway. Manifesting the illness, manifesting the solution. Hubris and negligence. A high self-diagnosis moment, proudly bearing pit stains.

Scrolling during sex. The novelty of rice and pasta in a drawer. The four-hour facial. Old writerly Novak reemerges. Tits or gossip for a mere fifty bucks. Maintaining mood across centuries. A bespoke app. Praying for more. Unwashed throws.

Is this thing on? Sifting through comments. How to make a dog from white rice. Eyes on the road, for once. Anxiety dissolves into freedom. Fun to buy or fun to own? Clear-headed about the paranormal. The allure of people and their workflows. Appealing sounds at The Garden. Infant jest.

Our ancestors stood on rocks. Who wants to be our guinea pig? Forgetting within minutes about owning it. Food as a palliative. Fantasies about mechanical automation. Wildly signing up for services seeking pure objective truth. A call down for a Nespresso machine. Aesthetic for cheap. Loretta Lynn suite.

Button up, button down. The one traveling woman in the world. Is warrior the hardest pose? Submit to waiting. The name is a word. Kate gets on better terms with London food. Unfiltered Roman amaro. Mutually dissatisfied with the self-checkout. Brought to tears by good copywriting. You can't get a new tool without a new problem. That’s a star, who is that? The cough of a child.

The first cup of coffee is a doorway. Illegal tomato gallery in the fridge. Take the safety rails off the fidget spinner. Abandonment of the future self. There's no such thing as a dread-free artist. Get off the cross—we need the wood. Nursing Ascentia. So and so got up on the skis today for their first time. Cover the penalties later. Completely detach getting up from meaning. The Ecstatic experience. Lobbing a phrase. Purposeless in public. A set of books.

The hippocampus 'delible after all? When there is no hack, just get it from the beet. A glorious return policy, shadows on the face, and melting suede coat. Another appointment booked. Accessing hyperfixation, raising horses on organic feed for the makeup brushes. KB in the fast lane, hands at 12 and 3. Kate’s Damn Tea. JN writing in Hudson. Six nights in a row at the same restaurant. Do not forget about lime. To wind a cuckoo clock each morning. Austere Norwegian bread and Fruit Corner.

JN’s back in the states but still living out of her European suitcase. Kate’s new cocktail. A spiritual vapor, a bruised martini, a lemon tryst, and an evening prayer. Dilution is key after JN spends time with a cookbook. Voicing your greatest fears in the Apple store. Is it really ever the jeans that you’re hoping for? We’re getting the fish. A warm Celsius. The Merrel effect. You should be studied in a medical journal. Deep vein thrombosis. Sticker curious. The three week carry-on.