All Night Long!

I dreamt I was eating. So I guess I’m very hungry.

I ate mostly eggs, asparagus, and spinach in the dreams. And I was also hoarding food.

I think that’s a first for me — dreaming about all that food. But I definitely think my body was telling me something — mostly, that on days when I have to go to the job, I barely eat anything.

Maybe it’s some sort of psychological protest on my part, I don’t know. But I can lose 10 pounds in a weekend at work. And then put a few pounds back on when I’m at home the rest of the week, working.

Still, since I started the job at the train station last September, I’ve lost 30 pounds.

I didn’t actually need to lose 30 pounds, but it’s gone now.

Anyway. Onward.

Probably the best news — for me, anyway — is that Code Monkey Z announced a new substack series, and it is right up my alley:

From Code Monkey Z:

“I took nearly a year-long hiatus from social media to collect my thoughts and observe.

During this year, many psyops were successfully executed by big tech and governments; important events were covered up with simple distractions; people were led down wild goose chases.

Psyops are next-generation warfare.

It is important to understand how to identify psyops, the players involved, the techniques used, and pathways to run counter-psyops.”

If you want to follow Code Monkey Z’s series on substack, this is the link:

Behind The Shadows

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If you haven’t joined GoodLionTV yet, you probably should!!

The next installment in the Pervywood series is coming in less than 10 days, and I get a feeling you don’t want to miss it.

As far as I know, gang, she has already been executed for Crimes Against Humanity, but at the very least, she’s been under arrest for a really long time.

In his newsletter yesterday, Nick Alvear stated: “I imagine I’ll be done by the end of the weekend, but I’m giving myself 10 days in case I find other shocking details regarding this DISGUSTING expose of Madonna. You’ll never see her the same again, even if you see her as I do, this film will peel back more undeniable layers.” (Join here)

And while you’re there — don’t forget to check out, “Elegantly Wasted,” the series about who was really behind the murder of Michael Hutchens (i.e., Sir B D… and you gotta wonder, with serious claims like that thrown about, why Sir B D isn’t out there, suing the fuck out of everyone? Hmmm.)

And the series, “Eyes Wide Open: The Killing of Stanley Kubrick.” That is incredible, too. (Especially if you’re working on a novel that takes place in the summer of 1966. A most sinister summer, indeed.)

But, actually, there is just a ton of content on GoodLionTV that will just change how you look at absolutely everything. And they also have a film academy, if you want to learn how to make movies, quickly and affordably.

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Honestly, though, between GoodLionTV and psyops and the sinister underbelly of 1966, is it any wonder I can barely get out of bed in the morning on those days when I know I have to go to the train station and work? (And this doesn’t count the permanent damage I did to my leg at that second job I had a few months back. That makes getting out of bed a little tricky, too…)

But my point is —

I need to get all this stuff in my head down on the page. If I don’t, I will never be able to move on.

And I think that, compared to Novitiate, Thug Luckless: Welcome to P Town will probably take more out of me than I can even imagine. For instance, notes will randomly come to me about Thug Luckless and then I have to quickly scribble them down. That’s been going on for three years now. Yesterday, it was: Nazis live underground in P Town. A Nazi Underground.

If you are new to this blog, Thug Luckless is an AI sex robot, stranded in P Town because his owner, Mavis, died of a heart attack. P Town is a post-Apocalyptic town, where all the men and children are dead — burned alive because of “an accident at the factory.” So only jaded, hopeless women live in P town — alone — where there is minimal electricity, no plumbing, and barely enough food to survive on — but the one bar in town is always open and the soldiers are always arriving…

And now this Nazi Underground thing. Really? We’re gonna go there? I guess we’ll see. Sounds a little like A Woman In Berlin by Anonymous (a diary by Marta Hillers about Soviet soldiers in Berlin in 1945). If you never read it — it’s a book that sticks with you. And not in a happy way.

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Meanwhile… from that other world I’m always in–

James Tabor – Resurrection is NOT Resuscitation–Getting the Ideas Straight at Last! (1 hr):