I had a lunch date today with my very old friend, Steve — we’ve known each other since we were 11 years old. And today was the anniversary of the death of a very dear mutual friend of ours, Kent, so Steve and I spent a couple of hours, catching up.
Kent had lived in Texas for many years and worked for NASA, so we only got to see him maybe once a year.
Our friend, Kent, the last time we saw him– 2019. We are all at the Granville Inn together.
Today is Mick Jagger’s 80th birthday — in the event you live under a rock!!
And, sadly, Sinéad O’Connor died today. They don’t say yet from what, but she did struggle with depression and with being bi-polar. Just so sad. She was 56.
“Assassination of Joe Biden to be blamed on Patriots.
Everything is on the table.”
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If you missed Phil’s livestream last night, here is the replay. And if you are new to the Movement, it will be of special interest to you, as he explains once again about the chess game, the time lines, and Project Looking Glass.
It’s all over, gang. The White Hats won. Check the news (MSM, no less!). Plenty of shit is going down today.
Replay of Phil’s livestream, “Emergency Broadcast” (1 hr 42 mins) (it won’t let me embed the video, but here is the direct link)
And by that, I mean that I get the whole day to myself to sit at my desk and write.
Sandra has to be in NYC for some meetings, so we aren’t working on the play today.
However — speaking of the play: Man, are we behind the 8-ball now, gang. The days are flying by and we still have a lot left to tackle on the play by September 18th. Primarily, cutting it back to fit the time constraints while hoping it still makes sense.
(But another “however” — once we take the play to NYC, we can take some of this stuff we’re cutting out and put it back in. We won’t have the same time constraints Off-Broadway.)
Anyway! Today is my own! And I hope that sitting at my desk all day will yield some brand new sentences and won’t just be about re-writing sentences that are already there!
And ALSO don’t forget that the July Sale over at Smashwords is almost over!! You have from today until July 31st to download 4 of my (old) eBooks for FREE! (And I have to say, gang, that usually these month-long summer sales are hot for the first week or so and then quiet down. But this time, the people just keep coming and coming and coming — no tacky pun intended!!).
Because nothing says “Hi! Let’s have sex!” like giving the gift of pencils!! (I’d be mindful of handing out that first one, though, unless you like really messy sex that involves the police arriving and some sort of prison sentence!)
Nick Cave’s Sex pencils! For people who have weird sex!
And that’s it!!
I’m off to write great things!!
I hope you have a terrific Tuesday, wherever you are in the world.
Thanks for visiting.
I love you guys. See ya!
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I leave you with one of the above-mentioned Sex Pencils! On the surface, the song seems harmless enough — but dig deeper and it, well, gets weird!!
Honestly, gang, I love this whole effing album!! From Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds’ Dig!!! Lazarus Dig!!! 2008: “Lie Down Here (& Be My Girl)”. Enjoy!!
“Lie Down Here (& Be My Girl)”
Well, you lost a foe And found yourself a friend
(Lie down here & be my girl) I’m back now, baby, that man
He won’t be coming round here again
(Lie down here & be my girl)
I’m trying to tread careful, baby You’re as brittle as the wishbone of a bird
(Lie down here & be my girl)
We’ve been scribbled in the margins of a story That’s patently absurd
(Lie down here & be my girl)
And let it all come down tonight We can shine, shine Let it all come down
(Be my girl, be my girl)
It’s a matter of some urgency, oh darling, can’t you see I can’t hold back the tide
(Lie down here & be my girl)
And stop your frantic little fingers trying to collect the years That pour from the hole in my side
(Lie down here & be my girl)
Oh, don’t worry, baby, this old snake banging on your door Has got a few skins left to shed
(Lie down here & be my girl)
Oh, you look so good, you look so good The rest is better left unsaid
(Lie down here & be my girl)
And let it all come down tonight And shine, oh, we can shine Let it all come down Tonight
(Be my girl, yeah, be my girl)
You look so good, you look so good
One day I’ll buy a factory And assemble you on a production line
(Lie down here & be my girl)
I’d buy a million of you, baby And every single one of them will be mine
(Lie down here & be my girl)
I will fill the house with you, stack you up in every room We’ll have a real good time
(Lie down here & be my girl)
But right now, I’m sitting here on my own Going out of my mind
(Lie down here & be my girl)
And let it all come down tonight And shine, oh, we can shine Let it all come down Tonight
Even though I had to work, I had such a wonderful birthday.
My co-workers at the train station are just fantastic. What a truly loving bunch of people they are. I got flowers, cards, a cake, a free dinner — and a lot of cheerful hugs and “happy birthdays” the minute I walked in the door to start my shift.
I had made a point of not telling anyone it was my birthday. I hate all that fake, sort of “mechanical” birthday stuff that you usually get at a job, where everyone feels sort of obligated to wish you a happy birthday.
The fact that they found out it was my birthday on their own, and then did all that stuff. Wow. It felt incredible. The card that was stuck in the flowers read: “Happy Birthday with love from your Station family!”
Honestly, I’ve never gotten that kind of thing from a “job” before.
I had a wonderful day, and night, all the way around.
I was really happy to get down to see my dad yesterday for his 93rd birthday. The drive was just incredible — the weather was so perfect. I almost couldn’t believe it. (And I have a new playlist that is just perfect for listening to while driving in sunny weather.)
However, my dad’s health is really deteriorating, so I was only able to spend one hour with him. But it was a beautiful hour, it really was. But, wow, it was unsettling. I am only able to get down there every few weeks and so the deterioration that happens between my visits is very noticeable to me, but this time, it was sort of staggering and heartbreaking to see. But we did have a really nice hour together.
Okay.
I have to make this a short post because I have a ton of work to do with Sandra today. So I have to get ready for her call.
I loved this post from Kanekoa the Great— proving that RFK Jr is the BEST psyop out there, gang!! If he doesn’t get the old Dems awake and back on track, no one will.
I find it very amusing, actually, that RFK Jr and Trump are on the same team. So “a vote” for RFK Jr is a vote for Trump…
So far, it’s been a great birthday, gang!! In every way.
The most incredible weather, just so beautiful — I had to go to the post office to pick up a registered birthday delivery from my ex-husband in Seattle.
And so I walked there — it’s only about a 5 minute-walk to the post office (or to anywhere in Crazeysburg). And this strange little 200-year-old village is just so beautiful to me. Today, especially. Such perfect weather.
And getting the birthday gift from Foun Kee really just made my heart smile.
It was early enough that none of the neighbors were really out and about yet. Usually, on the weekends, everyone’s out in their yards. So this morning, it was so peaceful. I just felt so blessed.
And I got a few really nice little “Happy Birthdays” from people who follow me on Instagram.
Plus, my new friend in Istanbul texted me first thing this morning, and just kind of blew me away… We’ll see, gang. We’ll just see.
In the meantime, he also sent me this, which I find just incredibly lovely, on so many different levels, after so many decades of living:
“Hollow Years”
He’s just the kind of man You hear about Who leaves his family for An easy out They never saw the signs He never said a word He couldn’t take another day
Carry me to the shoreline Bury me in the sand Walk me across the water And maybe you’ll understand
Once the stone You’re crawling under Is lifted off your shoulders Once the cloud that’s raining Over your head disappears The noise that you’ll hear Is the crashing down of hollow years
She’s not the kind of girl You hear about She’ll never want another She’ll never be without She’ll give you all the signs She’ll tell you everything Then turn around and walk away
Carry me to the shoreline Bury me in the sand Walk me across the water And maybe you’ll understand
Once the stone You’re crawling under Is lifted off your shoulders Once the cloud that’s raining Over your head disappears The noise that you’ll hear Is the crashing down of hollow years
Carry me to the shoreline Bury me in the sand (into the waves) Walk me across the water And maybe you’ll understand
Once the stone You’re crawling under Is lifted off your shoulders Once the cloud that’s raining Over your head disappears The noise that you’ll hear Is the crashing down of hollow years
Once the stone You’re crawling under Once the stone You’re crawling under Once the stone You’re crawling under Once the stone You’re crawling under Once the stone You’re crawling under Once the stone You’re crawling under (The sound that you’ll hear) (Is the crashing down of hollow years)
c- 1997 John Petrucci
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And that’s it for now. I do have to go to the train station this afternoon. I decided that whoever comes by this evening for cocktails and charcuterie, will be stopping in because it’s my birthday. I mean this on a spiritual level. They obviously won’t know it’s my birthday. but I will. And it will be so interesting to me to see who shows up!!
Okay. Tomorrow I will not be posting here because it’s my dad’s birthday and I’ll be making another trip down to see him.
Enjoy my birthday today! Wherever you are in the world!!
Thanks for visitng.
I love you guys. See ya!
Marilyn Jaye Lewis at Paul Martin’s beach house, Wilmington, NC 1989
I didn’t want to go 2 days in a row without at least stopping in, but I am exhausted! Yay!
I have no clue why. I had a great day yesterday. I slept great last night. I worked about 7 hours at the train station last evening, then drove home (25 miles) in a torrential downpour — thunder, lightning, high winds, the works. And for most of that drive, there are no streetlights at all — just pitch darkness. Except when lightning suddenly cracks open the whole sky.
But anyway. It wasn’t that big of a deal, really. So I’m not really sure why I’m so tired today. But on we go!
Stuff is going on in my private life that I can’t blog about. But it is sufficient to say, that it is very interesting, indeed, gang. If/when it becomes something I can blog about, I will.
Other than that, I’m still working on my many works-in-progress. And my Zazzle store is almost ready! And also, please feel free to visit MarilynsRoomsBooks.com. Even though it’s still in-progress, too; it is up and running.
Oh– tomorrow’s my big day! I turn 63. If you are into numerology, it is my “9” year — that incredible year of completion. Not only does 6+3=9 (63), but my birthday this year equals the 9-year completion cycle (7+22+2023). Plus, my overall number is 9 (7+22+1960).
So this is a really big year for me. I’m super excited about it.
Meanwhile, Sandra and I still have ALL of Act Two to get into shape before rehearsals begin on September 18th. So I’m a wee bit stressed about that, but we’ll do it. I wish I could feel more joy about it right now, but at this particular juncture, it’s just stress & deadlines.
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Here’s some stuff!
The Ten Commandments series continues–
Ross K. Nichols and Jono – The Ten Words: False Witness (Episode 12) (51 mins):
This is making a huge stir:
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And other than that, I will add this. From a friend last night:
And this, from the same friend:
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The Hollywood Vampires cancelled yet another show at the last minute yesterday — this time, Slovakia. However, this time they released a statement saying that:
“Upon arrival today to the venue in Slovakia to begin to set-up for tonight’s performance, it quickly became clear that the construction of the facility was incomplete, and therefore unsafe for both the band and the general public.”
They also said everyone in the band was fine. And they will be moving on to the show in Poland tomorrow. Still no public explanation about why they cancelled the show in Budapest, though.
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Okay. I’m gonna scoot.
Have a great Friday, wherever you are in the world, gang.
Thanks for visiting.
I love you guys. See ya!
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I leave you with my having-coffee-in-bed-listening-music from this morning!!
“Waiting for the End of the World”. From one of my favorite albums, ever: My Aim Is True, by Elvis Costello, 1977.
For some reason, for the past several days, I have found myself singing this song, every morning when I wake up. Meaning, before my eyes are even open, the song is in my head. And I haven’t listened to this particular song in years.
So today, I decided to listen to the song again, and wound up listening to the whole album, while having my coffee in bed. And I still LOVE IT. And so I share it! Enjoy!
“Waiting For The End Of The World”
The man from the television crawled into the train. I wonder who he’s gonna stick it in this time. Everyone was looking for a little entertainment, so they’ll probably pull his hands off when they find out his name. And then they shut down the power all along the line, and we got stuck in the tunnel where no lights shine. They got to touching all the girls were to scared to call out. Nobody was saying anything at all. We were waiting for the end of the world, waiting for the end of the world, waiting for the end of the world. Dear Lord I sincerely hope you’re coming ’cause you really started something.
Things got back to normal as the train began to roll again. We got to the station about twenty minutes later. The legendary hitchhiker says that he knows where it’s at. Now he’d like to go to Spain or somewhere like that, with his two-tone Bible and his funny cigarettes, his suntan lotion and his castanets.
He was waiting for the end of the world, waiting for the end of the world, waiting for the end of the world. Dear Lord I sincerely hope you’re coming ’cause you really started something.
And then the bride, the groom, the congregation and the priest all got onto the train when we were three stations east, yeah. Hiding from a scandal in the national press, they had been trying to get married since they stole the wedding dress. You may see them drowning as you stroll along the beach, but don’t throw out the lifeline till they’re clean out of reach.
And everything about this day was already really frustrating.
Here in the humble Hinterlands, Instagram has been down since 9PM last night. (I’m guessing it’s part of the White Hats blackout, so I’m trying to be patient…)
However.
Not only could I see that I had gotten a really nice DM from a friend in NYC, who wanted to tell me something about my novel Freak Parade (he was one of the very first people on Earth to read a final draft of it, way back in 2005); but, also, a friend in Switzerland had sent me a DM wanting to know how to wire me money to pay me for a book I had shipped to him.
These are things I definitely want to reply to but I cannot! Because I cannot get onto my Instagram account, and I don’t have either of their regular email addresses or phone numbers.
Plus, there is definitely a “man of interest” in Istanbul and I want to see if he sent me anything during the night. And, of course, the love of my life, a man in London… I want to see if he posted anything, for chrissakes. I’m addicted to all this!
But the worst news that lingered through to this morning, is that for some unknown reason, the Hollywood Vampires cancelled their show in Budapest last evening, at the very last minute. Meaning, the people were already queued up to get into the arena and suddenly the show was cancelled.
Even those celebrity-sleuths that we all count on to have the most up-to-the-minute details on everything imaginable related to famous people– the UK Daily Mail— had nothing!
“Johnny Depp’s band Hollywood Vampires cancel Budapest gig at the last minute ‘due to unforeseen circumstances’ leaving queuing fans concerned“
But nobody knew why they cancelled.
It is actually really disturbing. I hope that everyone is all right.
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Well, my Zazzle store is still not up and running, but it’s getting closer. In the meantime, Valerie and I added this cool new merch opportunity!
1954 Powder Blue Pickup playing cards!!
I sent a link over to Wayne yesterday afternoon, and he was thrilled! And he said he would hand them out at the next poker game!
The reason I find this so funny is that (in case you haven’t read it yet) 1954 Powder Blue Pickup is an anal sex extravaganza from start to finish. I think the only thing I’ve ever written that is more relentlessly pornographic would be Half-Moon Bride.
To be sure, they are both love stories, too. But they are seriously not for the easily offended reader.
Anyway.
The merch store is still not open yet. But MarilynsRoomBooks.com is open, but more pages will be added.
Again, MarilynsRoomBooks.com is not a retail store. It is merely a convenient place to find links to all my books and eBooks that are for sale anywhere in the world. Since Amazon and I had that enormously HUGE falling out (worldwide) a couple of years ago, it is harder for readers, now, to find my books.
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In other news–
From Real Raw News:
“JAG Sentences Eric Holder to Hang
[…] clearly wanted from Holder an admission of guilt in the matter of firearms that went missing and were used in homicides and a mass shooting event, under his watch as attorney general of the United States.
But Holder had chosen to remain silent as he sat at the defense table with a smug expression indelibly etched on his weathered face. He had heard the admiral call him “a traitor,” a “cowardly assassin by proxy,” and a “servant” of the most diabolical creature to walk the earth—Barack Hussein Obama. […]”
[…] ‘A verdict has been reached unanimously,’ the admiral said, glancing at a stone-faced Holder. ‘The convicted is now sentenced to hang by the neck until dead…It seems we have an open slot Friday, July 21, at 10:00 a.m.’ “
The Summer Sale is on over at Nick Cave’s Cave Things!! Up to 50% off across the store, from now until August 4th. Shop now!!
Got anyone you love? Why not buy them these nice pencils?! Roses are okay. Chocolates are okay. A diamond is sort of a huge commitment. But nothing says love like pencils — especially these! (£7.50 plus shipping)
Okay, That’s it, gang.
Have a wonder-filled Wednesday, wherever you are in the world!
Thanks for visiting.
I love you guys. See ya!
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My co-worker sent me this yesterday, so I share it with you. Mazzy Star, “Look On Down from the Bridge.” Enjoy, gang.
You know it’s a great day when these gorgeous neighbors agree to drive me to town and back to get the groceries!!
Sadly, I only need about three things, but one of those things is dry cat food, so I absolutely have to go back to town today. Yes. Drive 50 miles for 3 things… Such is life in the Hinterlands.
Then, this afternoon, I’m working with Val from Brooklyn again. To try to get that Zazzle store up & running so that you can finally get all those coffee mugs you’ve been dreaming about!!!
Or perhaps your dad’s birthday is coming up? I know my dad’s is! So I’m gonna get him one of these!!
Yes! Who could forget the Big Book of Hot Women’s Erotica that I edited for the Venus Book-of-the-Month Club almost 20 years ago??!!
(I actually loved that book. Some of those writers I edited back then were just incredible. “The Dairy Kings” by Iris N. Schwartz, and “The Orange Grove” by Kiini Ibura Salaam both spring to mind! What lush and playful and wonderful imagery.) ( But I never understood why the publishers insisted on calling it the “big book” when it was actually a rather slender volume….)
Anyway.
No way on Earth am I buying that apron for my dad….
Meanwhile!
MarilynsRoomBooks.com is partially up and running. At least, the homepage is up! I’m going to add more pages that include links to books that are out of print, or in French, etc.
I’m trying to get as much done as I can before Sandra and I have to tackle Act Two. It is already mid-July. Two months from today, the show goes into rehearsals in Toronto. 8 weeks. 60 days. Basically, right around the corner…
Oh!
I forgot to post this yesterday. From Real Raw News over the weekend. It’s starting, gang:
“19,000 Doctors Indicted for Covid Crimes
[…] A JAG source familiar with the indictments told Real Raw News that the indicted doctors took part in an unethical and unlawful partnership with the CDC and NIH during the Covid Plandemic. The CDC/NIH incentivized the offending physicians to coerce patients to get vaxxed even if the patients remonstrated against the potentially lethal jab. Health professionals were encouraged to do everything short of physically striking a patient to win compliance. Tactics included berating the elderly and telling pregnant women that unvaccinated mothers-to-be were jeopardizing the lives of unborn children. The CDC/NIH also encouraged physicians to threaten to “divorce” patients unwilling to get vaxxed, and to tell patients their names would be added to a “refused vaccination” blacklist. Many patients were denied lifesaving treatments and medications. […]”
Yes, I sat at my desk for most of the day yesterday, with the Novitiate file open in front of me on my laptop.
And, yes! I did manage to edit two sentences the entire day!!!
But some days are just like that.
Perhaps today will yield something a little more fruitful, but two perfect sentences are still better than two sentences that were only okay…
I’m not going to tarry here today, gang. I want to make some progress on marilynsroombooks.com today, in addition to working some more on Novitiate. (There’s probably at least one sentence there that could be just a little bit better!!)
But before I go —
I thought this was very, very interesting, gang. I’m not supporting any candidates right now — everything is either optics or a psyop (or both?). But I did think Vivek Ramaswamy was a decent guy…. Oops! My mistake.
Nick Cave sent out a Red Hand File this morning that was full of his usual compassion and good advice. A reader wrote in wanting advice about how best to deal with the new responsibilities in his life after his father’s stroke.
“…I have found that embedded within these challenges there is almost always the opportunity for renewal or transformation. That is the plain but uncomfortable truth. I say this with a much conflicted heart, but it seems clear to me that the heartbreaks that routinely befall us – personally, societally or universally – are, in fact, the necessary gifts of change. These painful upheavals always provide us with the option for self-destruction or for transcendence. Heartbreak can be the engine of obliteration or growth. The choice is ours.[…]”
James Tabor — Jesus’ Empty Tomb? Just the Facts Please! (1 hr 12 mins):
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And that’s it for right now!
Enjoy your Monday, wherever you are in the world!!
Thanks for visiting.
I love you guys. See ya!
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Oh yes! My lying-in-bed-with-my-cup-of-coffee-listening music from this morning!!
Rod Stewart’s classic “Maggie May,” from Every Picture Tells A Story, 1971. (Yes, this means that I was eleven years old when I first fell in love with this song! And NOW, sadly, I’m older than Maggie May…) Okay, gang! Enjoy!!
I know, it looks like I’m driving to town again, with someone else’s family, again, and we’ve packed plenty of snacks for that 50-mile journey….
I’m actually not doing anything like that at all today!
It is a truly glorious Sunday morning here, gang — with no sign of rain for today. And even though I need to do a little vacuuming & some dusting around here…
And even though laundry is already underway…
I have all of today to MYSELF, with nothing pressing to do except work on Novitiate!!!!
Yay.
I went to sleep last night later than usual — oddly enough, I came home from the train station feeling really happy. I’ve been doing some specific visualization experiments lately, that center around the job, and they’ve been manifesting remarkably well. However, yesterday’s visualization was uncannily effective. just staggering.
So I came home late, but didn’t feel like going right to sleep. Even though at 6AM on the dot, I awoke, as usual, because Kon Tiki of the Great Outdoors (and Ginger Boy, too, it turned out) would be waiting patiently on the kitchen porch for me to feed her.
Anyway, that’s my long & drawn out way of saying I’m kind of tired here this morning; I could have used another hour of sleep. And after feeding 11 cats, and myself, I took my cup of coffee back to bed with me. And I looked out at the glorious morning outside my open windows and I thought about the incredible visualizations I’d done last evening, and also about some other things on my horizon that are wonderful but a little startling… and I said, “Thank you, God!”
And then a tiny snippet of birdsong filled the air outside my windows. Just a brief little song and nothing else. No chirps, no more singing. Just silence.
And I took that as the entire Earth saying, “You’re welcome.”
Okay, I saw this on Dr. Reiner Fuellmich’s channel and wanted to share it.
First, I’ll preface it by saying that, around this area of Ohio, a lot of people got vaxed and a lot of people died from it — and a lot of older people died from remdesivir at the local hospital.
I know, from my 2 and 1/2 years at the health food store, that a lot of people also suffered really damaging side-effects from the vax that wouldn’t go away.
For a couple of years now, it has been circulating around here that “people don’t want to work”. There are help wanted signs everywhere. People are allegedly sitting at home enjoying unemployment benefits, not wanting to work.
Last year, I told my Q-following friend at the health food store, “What if it’s these vaxes, taking people out of the work force?”
“HIV Aids, Corona Covid, and other mind control illusions
In this first of two episodes, Dr. Reiner Fuellmich and co-host attorney Dagmar Schön conduct an in-depth interview with Celia Farber, an American-Swedish print journalist and author who wrote for numerous renowned magazines and has gained particular notoriety for her investigative research and publications on topics related to the pharmaceutical industry and abuse of media power. In the face of fierce opposition from so-called “”modern science,”” she called HIV/AIDS an unscientific psychological operation that has destroyed countless lives under the auspices of Dr. Anthony Fauci.“
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From yesterday–
Ross K. Nichols – The Biblical King of Hearts (45 mins):
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Other than that, I’m just in a really great place today, gang. And I’m going to get started here on Novitiate.
I hope you have a splendid Sunday, wherever you are in the world.
Thanks for visiting.
I love you guys. See ya!
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My breakfast-listening music this morning!! Enjoy, gang!!
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.
“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:
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):
And in the continuing series that delves into the Ten Commandments:
Ross K. Nichols and Jono – The Ten Words: Covet (Episode 11) (53 mins):
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And from Johnny Depp’s Instagram page this morning!!
Johnny with Gina Deuters (I think at the recent Cannes Film Festival? I don’t know):
And, of course, the Hollywood Vampires:
Okay, gang. I gotta scoot.
Have a great Friday, wherever you are in the world!
Thanks for visiting.
I love you guys. See ya!
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I leave you with something else from Berlin: “The Passenger” — from Lust for Life, Iggy Pop, 1977:
And here’s this, just ’cause I love it (Lou Reed, from Transformer, 1972):
And this, because, YES!, I love it! Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds, “Stagger Lee” (1996, from Murder Ballads):
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