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Holy McMoly, Gang! It’s Getting Rough Out There!

November 25, 2020 marilyn jaye lewis 2 Comments

First off — yes! I did finish the new erotic short story, “Code,” and turned it in to Volonte last night. I will keep you posted. I was extremely happy with it. I hope they will be, too.

And speaking of my short story, “Code,” I have to resort to more and more of it here. Sorry about that! I don’t want to lose my blog, gang.

If you think that c*ens*orsh*ip ain’t happening here in the US, you’re outta your pea-picking little mind!

Please refer to this article. And take notice of this paragraph:

The OAN president told The Epoch Times late Tuesday that the video was not made public on Y** T*be and was unlisted on the platform “for review by internal OAN staff only.”

I’m sorry to have to say this yet again, gang. But: they are coming for your rights to fr**speech, even fr** thought and private forums, and the right to assemble. It is serious and you should be fucking ALARMED. They do not want ANY useful and truthful information regarding C* VID getting out to the mainstream public. Once they find out that there AREN’T huge numbers of people dying anymore, then — oops! — maybe the el*ct*on was a fr*ud, too…

Please remember to use d*ck d*ck go for your news searches, otherwise you will only find propaganda.

Join P*rler and rumble dot com, if you haven’t already. Millions of people have joined already and now the mainstream media is trying to smear them, too.

I was actually talking to a tech guy the other day — an educated young white guy with a successful tech company, and he happened to say, mockingly, that “P*rler is for crazy people who just want to complain.”

I looked at him sort of deadpan, and said, “Actually, I’m on P*rler and it’s not like that at all. It’s about free speech.”

He was clearly stunned that I am on P*rler.

People! I am happy that there has been such an overwhelming response to the staged reading of my play, Tell My Bones. I truly, truly am. It means a lot to me. But I earn my living, world-wide, from my hardcore erotica. And have for over 30 years. I rely on the US Constitution. I rely on freedom of speech — for me and for everyone else (in the world, frankly, but in this country, it is still a legal right). Of course, I am going to be on P* rler!

Okay.

Since the more I post here, the greater I run the risk of getting flagged, c*nsored, removed, you must rely on the videos below to get most of the news I think you will want to hear. Primarily about the f*ke C* VID p*n d*m*c, the massive v*t*r fr*ud, and c*ncorsh*ip.

The X*2 R*p*rt last night was truly eye-opening. However, they were all really good. I especially loved B*ng*no’s advice to small business owners in Airstrip One — open all at once! They can’t stop all of you, at the same time!

In fact, here’s something related. People in L*s Ang*l*s are really starting to fight back.

And in case you haven’t heard yet — the economy is still in great shape here. The stock market hit a record high yesterday — the highest it’s ever been in history. This economy happening under Tr**p.

All right, remember, gang. Read. Think. Observe. Ask yourself why the things you’re experiencing and hearing about from your neighbors don’t add up to what you’re being told on TV. (i.e., yesterday, an older woman, a lady I don’t even know, was actually distraught. She said, “My daughter-in-law tested positive for C* VID, but she feels fine. And my son and grandsons tested negative. They live in the same house and don’t wear m*sks at home. I know people who are testing positive and they feel just fine and the people all around them are testing negative. Why are they making us wear these m*asks? I feel like I’m being lied to.”

I said under my breath, “Oh god, don’t get me started…”

She looked at me with alarm (I could only see her eyes because of course she was wearing a m* sk), and she said, “No, tell me. If you know something I should know about, you have to tell me.”

People are starting to see that what they’re hearing doesn’t equal what they’re experiencing. Read it again, gang. It’s not simply a classic book…

Read. Think. Observe. And then remind yourself that you have the inalienable right to be free.

Okay, Nick Cave sent out an amazing Red Hand File yesterday. It was just beautiful. It meant so much to me — it really resonated on so many deep levels. You can read it here if you so choose!

And then Cave Things sent out some awesomely cool ideas for Christmas!! Including the “best bunny bowl by rock star ever”:

And don’t forget!! Tomorrow morning, at the wee bonny hour of 5 am Eastern Time, be in the chat room on Bad Seed TeeVee:

All righty, gang. thanks for visiting. I love you guys. See ya.

Uh-oh!! Follow the $$$!!

November 24, 2020 marilyn jaye lewis 6 Comments

First of all, I can’t thank you guys enough for your amazing response to the staged reading of my play, Tell My Bones. I honestly felt that Helen was watching it, too, from wherever she is now.

It really was a beautiful feeling — although, not a simple one. It was so hard for me to wrap my mind around the fact that she died only a handful of hours before the show premiered. And after 8 years of hanging in there with me. I was really just in shock all day long on Sunday. It was a difficult day for me to process.

But the reading was quite a success.

I have been notified that you can still watch the reading until Friday, and then it will become private and password protected. So, if for any reason, you want to watch the show after Friday, you’ll need to get in touch with me and I will get you a password. (My email is at the top left of the blog, if you are on a computer. I don’t believe it shows up if you view the blog on a phone.)

Anyway, here is the link on YouTube. (It will ask you to click another link and watch it directly on YouTube.)

Okay.

Don’t forget that this Thursday — yes, Thanksgiving here in America — Nick Cave, Blixa Bargeld and Mick Harvey are doing a live chat on Bad Seed TeeVee, and deconstructing their album Murder Ballads (1996). It should be an amazing amount of fun and an eye-opening adventure for all. So, if you — as I do –live in the Eastern Time Zone, you will be super-duper thrilled to be up and awake and chatting on Bad Seed TeeVee at 5 o’clock in the morning!!!! On a national holiday!!

Yippee Ki Yi Yay!!!

All righty. I am almost done writing the new erotic short story for Volonte. It is called “Code,” and I should have it finished here in a matter of moments!! So I’m going to get focused on that.

But before I go…

Wow. First of all, we’re gonna have to re-name NYC and start calling it Airstrip One. It really is getting that bad. That city is in a world of its own now, and I think we can safely blame mainstream media for successfully brainwashing a whole big bunch of them.

It’s as if they really believe B* den won the election and is already the Pr*s*d*nt ial El*ct. That v*ter fr*ud didn’t play a massive role in the election. The Tr**p is merely a sore loser and that anyone who believes there was massive v*te fr*ud is one of the “Tr**p Crazies.” That C* VID is still out of control and something to be terrified of — or that m* sks work, or that l* ck d* wns work and that we need to obey these insane mandates to stay away from one another on Thanksgiving…

In fact, only yesterday, when other newspapers all over the country had screaming headlines re: D* m*inion v*ting machines, and thousands of citizens coming forward with signed affidavits about witnessing massive v* ter fr*ud in their counties, the NY Times headline (online) was: Electric Scooters are Legal in the City.

I kid you the fuck not.

If you have never read George Orwell’s 1984, you must read it now. You can get it free as a PDF online. If you have read it, but it was a long time ago, read it again.

And if it doesn’t wake you up and frighten the bejeezus out of you, well then, okay, that’s your business. But then don’t come running to me when all fucking hell breaks loose in this country, once Tr**p is declared the legal winner of the el*ction.

Here is just one of the early signs of violent Mob Rule vs. your Rights as a free American. (If this had happened to anyone on B* den’s team… well, hmmmm.)

Also, read this. (And also, well – consider the millions of dollars that B* den and his family are purported to have taken from the C*P over the last couple of decades…)

All I can say is: Read. Think. Observe. And then Believe in your inalienable right to be free. (To vote, to speak, to assemble, to defend yourself.)

All righty. I seriously gotta scoot and finish writing that new story.

Try to work your way through these videos, gang. Each one of them has eye-opening stuff to impart. Much to ponder out there.

Thanks for visiting, gang. I love you guys. See ya! And don’t forget….

Oops! We Might have Been A Little Pre-Occupied!

November 17, 2020 marilyn jaye lewis Leave a comment

My new publisher emailed me yesterday, wondering where the book blurbs were for my new erotic (very long) short story, “Half-Moon Bride,” and my erotic novella, 1954 Powder Blue Pickup. Both of which are being published later this month.

Please consult your calendars and note that it is already November 17th…. !!!

It almost seems like I totally forgot because I’ve been way too involved in being a d*g*tal soldier in the ongoing attempted coup d’etat!!

Ooops!!!

So I gotta get those blurbs written here this morning, ASAP, before the editors get to their desks.

And, also, please, gang — don’t forget that the staged reading of my play, Tell My Bones, happens this coming Sunday evening (7pm Eastern Time). You can RSVP to receive the link to the streaming event — it is ALL FREE!!

Okay, so was there news yesterday, or what? Man. I could hardly take it all in.

If you’re new to the conversation, or just now realizing that the US is in the midst of a floundering coup, the best advise anyone can give or receive right now is to stay away from mainstream media.

This is information warfare, of the worst kind — blatant lies are being generated. Seek sources that do not claim that B* den is the pr*s* dential E*l*ct.

He is not. Nothing gets decided — in the best of times, which these are not — until December 14th. That is the law.

Also — watch out for Operation C* VID Panic. It is in full swing now.

99% of C* VID cases recover.

M* sks do not work. M* sks equal a violation of free speech.

L* ck d* wns do not work. They equal a violation of your right to assemble.

Spikes in C* VID? Really? False positives, anyone?? El*n M*sk, anyone? Multiplied by actual conversations with tiny town nurses on the front lines here in Ohio…

Also —

26,000 heart attack deaths were falsely attributed to C* VID in the US.

7000 deaths by poisoning were falsely attributed to C* VID here in the US.

At least one congenital heart failure death, right here in the Hinterlands, falsely attributed to C* VID, so I know it is happening.

Vaccines that are now 90 and 95% effective against the virus will be ready for the front line workers in December. There will be 25 million doses generated every month.

99% of the virus cases are not lethal. It is like having the flu. If you are hospitalized, therapeutics are now available to help cure you, if you are not at-risk from other life-threatening complications (just like the flu).

The stock market is at a record high. They expect to break another record today. Fewer and fewer people are dwindling away on unemployment here in the US; a whole lot of people have gone back to work.

- M* sks do not work. M* sks equal a violation of free speech.
- L* ck d* wns do not work. They equal a violation of your right to assemble.

So why was the entire State of California put into extreme l*ck d* wn again yesterday?

Why are (certain) Governors behaving almost as if they are a Socialist reg *me?

Curiouser and curiouser, gang. Although not at all amusing to those who are experiencing l* ck d*wns for no valid reasons whatsoever. (Ohio is also having renewed issues now, too. So far, no l* ck d* wns, though.)

Remember: if this stuff worked, there wouldn’t be these renewed (alleged) spikes of the virus. (Yes, a virus that now has vaccines and therapeutics to treat it.) People, please use your heads on this, regardless of your political affiliations in “normal” times.

Okay. So. Nick Cave sent out a really cute Red Hand File yesterday, about humor and haikus. You can read it here.

And don’t forget, next Thursday morning — yes, Thanksgiving!! At the refreshing hour of 5am, if you live in the Eastern Time Zone — Nick Cave, Blixa Bargeld, and Mick Harvey will be deconstructing Murder Ballads in the chat room on Bad Seed TeeVee!! I, for one, just can’t wait!

All righty. Let me get to work here on those book blurbs.

Have a terrific Tuesday, wherever you are in the world. The videos below the music will disturb you but overall, give you a LOT of hope!! Seriously. NO ONE IS ROLLING OVER & PLAYING DEAD. You gotta watch them. Or, as the X *2 R* p*ort said last night, “The evidence will blow the minds of every person in this country…”

Okay, thanks for visiting. I love you guys. See ya!

Happy Rainy Veteran’s Day in Crazeysburg!!

November 11, 2020 marilyn jaye lewis 2 Comments

Yes, today is Veteran’s Day here in the United States.

It might interest you to know that I had fathers, grandfathers, great-grandfathers, and great-great-great-grandfathers who served in all the major wars here in the US.

This means that in the Revolutionary War, the Civil War, WWI, WWII, the Korean War, and the Vietnam War, the men in my family were serving. Just in terms of the historical value of that, I find that pretty impressive. (I, of course, am a pacifist. I’m guessing that comes as no surprise to anyone.) Still, I think that in terms of the history of the United States, that is a pretty impressive record of involvement in the destiny of a country.

(I think it’s also interesting to note that since I was born illegitimate, I am not entitled to be an official Daughter of the American Revolution, however, technically, I am one.) (Meaning, there is no father listed on my birth certificate.) (My birth certificate would break your heart. Under father it lists: NONE. Under mother it lists my mother’s name, then it says: AGE: 13. It would make you cry. It made me cry, for sure.)

Okay. The worst possible news is that the rest of the entirety of my maple leaves fell from my tree at the same time, and I once more have more dead leaves on my front sidewalk than you can possibly imagine. I’m going to have to do something about that and I am not sure what. Raking might actually have to occur. Unless God blesses me tomorrow with an unbelievable gust of relentless wind lasting for a couple of hours. We can only hope… But I seriously doubt my neighbors are going to put up with me and my no-raking policy for very much longer. (And I can’t afford to buy that leaf blower/vacuum/mulcher right this very minute.)

Well, okay. So I was just kidding when I said that was the worst possible news. Because, actually, if you’ve been listening to Dan Bongino or the X22Report, you know that this country is in a really dire situation that is set to explode into all out rioting and complete censorship of the President if Trump indeed wins the election.

It is being recommended that you have all your Government alerts switched to “ON” on your cell phones. (No joke.) So that you can receive actual government information if the fall-out is as bad as they are thinking ti will be.

If you get your email through Yahoo, you’ll notice the extreme level of disinformation and censorship going on right now. It’s not only appalling, it is indeed scary. The amount of information they are literally trying to block Americans from accessing. I’m guessing (for real) that if I don’t stop blogging about this stuff, my blog will disappear in the coming fall-out if Trump ends up winning.

(For instance, it was one of my previous blogs that caused me to be a victim of voter fraud several years ago. Meaning that when I went to the polls to vote, my name had been stricken from the voting records, even though I had voted many times previously. And then my name was mysteriously returned to the voting records once it was a Primary vote and not a Presidential election. This was because they knew who I was, who I was voting for, and where I was voting, because I used to be exceedingly candid on my blog and thousands of people read it every day. I have since tried really, really hard to keep a much lower profile online.)

And along those lines, I also cancelled my twitter account. I am so sick of that censorship they are doing to people, including the President, and it is not a glitch. It’s censorship of actual people expressing their views.

And once the reading of my play is over, I will be cancelling (to the best of my ability) my facebook account, as well. The only social media I really enjoy is Instagram and I try really hard not to get political there. (I’m not always successful.)

Okay, so.

I’m guessing that you’ve all heard that Pfizer and people like the Governor of NY State are trying to claim that the COVID vaccine did not occur under Trump’s Administration. And was not part of Trump’s “Operation Warp Speed” vaccine agenda, set back in May.

And perhaps you’ve also heard that the vaccine has been ready but Pfizer refused to announce it until after election day because they wanted it to be part of Biden’s “win.”

If you live in a country that had to go back into lockdown recently, I hope you are seriously angry about this. This type of blatant anti-Trump garbage perhaps resulted in more contagions and maybe even cost human lives.

That’s how bad it is: Don’t release the vaccine until the fix is in and Trump appears to have lost the election… (Please tell me you’re angry about this, even if you don’t like Trump.) (And multiply this times every single obstructive and violent thing the Left has done during the Trump presidency to make it appear as if Trump is a lousy president, when in fact, he’s been a really effective one — and then you will get a small idea of how it feels to live in America these days.)

Below, I will post the latest episodes from Bongino and the X22Report and DiamondandSilk. (The X22Report will make you cringe as well as want to vomit…) (By the way, you can keep up on all this yourself if you go to rumble dot com.)

Okay!! GREAT NEWS!!

At 5am on Thanksgiving morning (yes, why wouldn’t you be awake at 5am on a national holiday???), Nick Cave is doing another one of those listening parties on BadSeed TeeVee!!

This time, we will be listening to the album Murder Ballads (1996 by Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds). And guess who will be chatting with Nick Cave??? Blixa Bargeld and Mick Harvey!!! How fucking cool, right??!!

I, for one, cannot wait to be up and on Bad Seed TeeVee at 5am on a national holiday!! (Keep in mind, the times are different depending on where in the world you live!!)

Well, all righty.

Yes, I know. I now have several deadlines for erotic short stories. So it might behoove me to stop spending so much time listening to DiamondandSilk, and Dan Bongino, and the X22Report, etc., etc., and get back to work around here!! We will see how that goes. (For instance: how can you turn something like this off? DiamondandSilk reported last evening that 14,000 dead people voted for Biden in Detroit, alone. It’s posted below.) (Lots and lots of dead people are voting in this election, gang. And every single one of them voted for Biden. I’m not sure that 14,000 voted in Detroit, but that’s what they reported.)

Anyway. On we go. I’m gonna get started here. Have a happy Wednesday wherever you are in the world!! Thanks for visiting. I love you guys, See ya!

“The Last DJ”

Well you can’t turn him into a company man
You can’t turn him into a whore
And the boys upstairs just don’t understand anymore
Well the top brass don’t like him talking so much
And he won’t play what they say to play
And he don’t want to change what don’t need to change
And there goes the last DJ
Who plays what he wants to play
And says what he wants to say
Hey, hey, hey
And there goes your freedom of choice
There goes the last human voice
There goes the last DJ
Well some folks say they’re gonna hang him so high
Because you just can’t do what he did
There’s some things you just can’t put in the minds of those kids
As we celebrate mediocrity all the boys upstairs want to see
How much you’ll pay for what you used to get for free
And there goes the last DJ
Who plays what he wants to play
And says what he wants to say
Hey, hey, hey
And there goes your freedom of choice
There goes the last human voice
And there goes the last DJ

Well he got him a station down in Mexico
And sometimes it will kinda come in
And I’ll bust a move and remember how it was back then
There goes the last DJ
Who plays what he wants to play
And says what he wants to say
Hey, hey, hey
And there goes your freedom of choice
There goes the last human voice
And there goes the last DJ

How Do We Get Back There?

October 22, 2020 marilyn jaye lewis Leave a comment

First, I want to say once again that I love Instagram. I really do. The degree to which I despise Facebook is the degree to which I love Instagram. And beyond.

People — total strangers — on Instagram are so kind. The same young man who has that page that quoted Neptune & Surf the other day, sent me a meditation download early this morning because I’d had a terrible night — mostly because of pain in my leg where I fell the other day, but also just stress. And this afternoon, I’m being interviewed on one of M. Christian’s podcasts, and we’ll mostly be talking about The Guitar Hero Goes Home.

And all the pain and lack of sleep and stress left me feeling remarkably brain dead. And not in the best shape for an interview.

So the guy (he’s very private so I won’t say too much about him), sent me this wonderful MP3 file to help me meditate and get in better mental shape for the interview. It meant so much to me, you know. He is always so kind to me, and I’m easily old enough to be his grandmother (okay, well, maybe a really young, youthful, incredibly vibrant grandmother with a seriously bruised thigh…).

And we’ll probably never, ever even meet because he lives far, far away. In the Middle East, in a country where American Jews (by birth, anyway — I don’t practice it anymore) are not likely to ever travel to anymore. Ever. Such is politics.

Anyway, his constant kindness means a lot to me. Especially on this particular morning, which is the anniversary of my friend Paul’s death. 21 years ago today. I miss him so much. He was my best-est friend in the whole entire world, from age 17 on. He was always there for me, always had my back, never ever once fucked with my head or played any fucked up games with me. And he was also the first in line to let me know when he thought I was going down a bad road, or making a bad decision, or being bitchy. He was always just totally honest with me.

And he was so fucking funny. I miss all of it, so much. There is no one in my life who has come close to taking his place.

When we first found out that he was dying, I began spiraling downward immediately and didn’t come out of it for years. It took him 7 years to actually die. He deteriorated slowly. But I started in with bourbon immediately. Bourbon in my coffee in the morning, bourbon in the afternoon, cocktails at night. And I started smoking with a vengeance, too. And I hardly ate. And I lost a ton of weight, even though I wasn’t overweight when I started. But I only behaved that way when he wasn’t around. If he was around, I tried to act like I was totally brave, you know?

He lived in a beach house on Wrightsville Beach, North Carolina. And toward the end of his life, he and I walked along the beach one winter morning, and he wanted to make sure I was going to be okay when he was gone.

Of course, I lied. I wanted him to feel okay about dying. But I knew I was never going to be all right.

Well, I take care of myself. I survive. I go on. I create, etc., etc. But in all honesty, it has never been the same.

And this is not the frame of mind I want to be in before an interview you know?? I don’t want to go on record saying that life sucks…

So I am trying to get myself together here today.

Well. Blixa Bargeld released a video discussing his upcoming writing plans. You can watch it on his web site. Or here:

And you can also support his many projects by being a contributing supporter. (€10 a month.)

Also, Nick Cave sent out a Red Hand File today, wherein he discusses catastrophe, suffering, the pandemic, creativity, life on Earth and trying to survive it. (I am greatly paraphrasing. You can read it for yourself here, though. It was quite sobering.)

Okay, so. I need to go over some extensive notes Peitor sent me from West Hollywood yesterday, as we get ever closer to resuming production/writing for Abstract Absurdity Productions. And after the interview for the podcast (it’s being pre-recorded — when it is available to download I will let you know!!), I will focus on trying to make some significant headway with “Novitiate.” (My new erotic short story, in progress.)

And I really, really hope I can salvage this weird, weird morning. (Plus, I am once again trying to come to terms with a decision I have to make — that is only going to break my own heart. But I feel like it’s the right thing to do. But it is hard enough to keep the color in my world as it is. But onward…)

Okay. Have a really good Thursday, wherever you are and with whatever you might be grappling with out there in the world. I leave you with the song that helped me survive yesterday. (I take it one day at a time, most days.) Even though it made me miss everybody who has passed away, including Tom Petty, it still helped. “Keeping Me Alive” (1982), from off of his posthumous An American Treasure album (2018). He is so full of life here. All of it was still ahead of him. So enjoy. All righty. Thanks for visiting. I love you guys. See ya.

“Keeping Me Alive”

They said love was a thing of the past
That these days nothing ever lasts
This old world is moving too fast

Well sometimes we ride around
She plays her radio up loud
If I was sad, well, I’m happy now

And it feels so good to know
I got you where you belong
Here in my heart, right by my side
Honey you’re getting me by
Yeah you’re keeping me alive

I got a job, I work hard
These days the money don’t go very far
It’s hard enough keeping gas in the car

But sometimes we ride around
She plays the radio up load
If I was sad, well, I’m happy now

Yeah and it feels so good to know
I got you where you belong
Here in my heart, right by my side
Honey you’re getting me by
Yeah you’re keeping me alive

And it feels so good to know
I got you where you belong
Here in my heart, right by my side
Honey you’re getting me by
Yeah you’re keeping me alive
Yeah you’re keeping me alive
Yeah you’re keeping me alive

Happy Sunday!!

May 31, 2020 marilyn jaye lewis 2 Comments

Assuming, of course, that you’re not living somewhere that’s paralyzed by both the virus lockdown and now the riots.

What a mess.

Here, it is another cool and gorgeous day. However, by “cool” I mean that tonight it’s supposed to go way down to 42 degrees Fahrenheit — not enough to kill my flowers, but still pretty cold. So we’ll see how they manage.

Currently, if you’re into space travel stuff, the historic NASA SpaceX launch and DRAGON hookup is streaming live. You can watch it here.

And aside from all the riots right now reminding me of Cleveland, all this NASA stuff reminds me of my childhood in Cleveland, too. We always watched all those Apollo launches on TV, and if the launches took place during a school day, we dropped everything and watched it on a TV in the classroom. Black & white, of course. (Back then, all of our classrooms had television sets, but it was primarily to watch PBS educational broadcasting. I’m guessing they don’t do that anymore…)

This is how our classrooms actually looked in Cleveland in the late 1960s. And notice the Girl Scout over on the right!! I’d forgotten that we always had to wear out Girl Scout uniforms on days when our troop had its meetings after school. Ah well. Yesteryear.

Oh! And in case you’re interested! Here is my actual Girl Scout sash from those long ago days. Considering I will be 60 in about 6 weeks, and that I was a Girl Scout when I was 9… this sash is pretty old. (And I sewed on each of those little merit badges myself.)

My Girl Scout sash, from Troop 1334. Circa 1969

Okay! So.

Yesterday, Peitor and I got some great work done on Abstract Absurdity Productions stuff. It really felt like we were back on schedule now. And like the lockdown stuff was really coming to an end. We shall see.

(Of course, now the riots in LA are sort of screwing all that up — mandatory curfews there again, etc.)

Here, in Muskingum County, the lockdown is essentially over. We have had a grand total of 40 cases of the virus so far, with no deaths (about 86,000 people live in Muskingum County) .

To give you an idea of how unlike most of Ohio this is, where my dad lives, they still get dozens of new confirmed cases every day, and have over 1000 people with the virus right now — just in his county alone (about 383,000 people live in his county — huge difference).

However, here in Crazeysburg — which, more & more, feels to me like some sort of dreamland — the gasoline prices are on the rise again ($2.09 a gallon), no one has to wear masks anywhere (in the town), and you no longer have to stay 6 feet apart from anyone if you don’t want to. And the local factory is back in business, but at 50% staff.

I still have to leave the county once a week to get my groceries — and even though I’ve had the virus already, I still wear a mask when I go into the next county, because I’m hugely paranoid about catching it again. But other than that, it at least feels completely normal around Crazeysburg now.

Well, all righty. I still have some book editing to do for Peitor — I’m halfway done with that. And then I want to spend the rest of the day working on that new segment for Girl in the Night: Erotic Love Letters to the Muse. So I’m gonna close this and get going.

Have a happy Sunday, wherever you are in the world. I forgot to mention a while back that the new Einstürzende Neubauten album did indeed come out (Alles In Allem). Over on the a1000mistakes blog out of Australia, he mentioned a song off the album today called “Wedding,” which I also like, so I’m leaving you with that today!

The song is in German. I have no idea what it’s about, except that I’m guessing a wedding factors into it somehow. (But with Einstürzende Neubauten, you don’t really know that for sure. You’d simply have to understand German to really know.) I just like how it sounds. I like the whole album, too. So listen and enjoy! Thanks for visiting, gang. I love you guys. See ya!

Looks like my worst mistake was my best one!!!

May 1, 2020 marilyn jaye lewis Leave a comment

Remember yesterday? Remember how I almost died there in my kitchen, trying to breathe while my lungs exploded after I used the steroid-based allergy spray for the first time in a month?

It took awhile for the feeling to level off, but it does seem like the steroids actually helped. By the end of yesterday, I was breathing normally for the first time in a month. And so far today, I’m still breathing normally.

So I used the allergy spray again this morning, since I need it for my allergies…

I hate to speak too soon, because every time I post here that it seems like I’m nearly 100% fine — finally — I then get breathing issues again. However, I actually am feeling just about 100% totally fine. So we’ll just see.

Well, my dad is leaving the house today for the first time in 6 weeks because he has a doctor’s appointment. When he told me about this yesterday, I was totally speaking to him like he was a two-year-old: Wear your mask, don’t touch anything, don’t speak to anybody, wash your hands! I was so not happy that he was planning on leaving the assisted living “compound,” you know? He’s almost 90 and he’s made it for 6 weeks without getting the virus. And he lives in a county that has a high rate of not only the virus, but also deaths from the virus.

But off he goes to the doctor today, so we’ll just see about that, too.

All things considered, yesterday was a really good day around here. I discovered that the very old tree in my backyard is a dogwood tree! I noticed yesterday that it was in bloom, so I went out to look at its blossoms and, lo & behold — it’s a dogwood. All the other dogwoods in town have lost their blossoms already and are green now.

I love dogwoods so much that I was even thinking recently that I should plant a dogwood tree in my backyard. And in keeping with the absolute magical nature of this crazy town — voila! — I suddenly discover that I have one!

The tree is ancient. Last spring, I did notice that it had some sort of white blossoms on it but I never took the time to really investigate them. However, since this spring I am just indescribably here, 24/7, and always looking out the kitchen window at my backyard, I took the time to really look at it. Plus, this spring, it seems to have way more blossoms than it had last year. So, what a great discovery.

Also, yesterday, the a1000mistakes blog out of Australia posted that Einstürzende Neubauten has a new album coming out on May 15th, Alles in Allem, and that they dropped an official video for a new song, “Ten Grand Goldie,” featuring Blixa Bargeld singing in a lovely surgical mask.

I watched that video many times yesterday — some of the lyrics are in English, but most of them are in German, so I have no idea what the song is about, but I still really liked watching it. (And it could very well be that even if I understood German, I still wouldn’t know what the song is about, because I don’t really understand what most Einstürzende Neubauten songs are about. ) Anyway. It’s posted below.

I also watched a video for The Birthday Party’s song from 1983, “Fears of Gun” numerous times. Whoever put together the images for the video, I liked it a lot. It’s an intense song and I don’t think I ever really understood that song, either, even though it’s in English. It has something to do with not being super happy about love, though — and so on and so on…

I also streamed the movie The Vicious Circle, a British crime-thriller from 1957, starring John Mills (father of the indescribably adorable, Hayley). It was really good. I loved the cinematography — great black & white footage of London in the late 1950s. Plus, I never did figure out who the murderer was until the final 3 minutes of the film, so that was cool.

And I also did some thinking yesterday about how I’m feeling about my writing, even though I didn’t actually do any writing yet. When I spoke to the director of Tell My Bones on Wednesday, he mentioned again how “risky” the scene/song is that’s all about lynchings and slave auctions. And he kept saying that he loved it, and was standing by it, but that it was so risky. So I thought about that a lot yesterday, too — you know, like, why does he keep saying that it’s risky? Am I really setting myself up here? To me, it just feels powerful and completely unexpected. Which, to me, is art, you know? It won’t be included in the staged reading, because none of the actual musical numbers will be included. But I know that it will at least be “alluded” to and I’m really curious to see how they’re going to do that.

Also, yesterday night, Dana Petty uploaded a photo she took of Tom Petty and their dog, Ryder, on a deserted Malibu beach at sunset. (If you didn’t see yesterday’s post, their dog, Ryder, died the other night.) Wow, what a stunning photo. It was so beautiful, it brought tears to my eyes. I know there must be a way to copy photos from Instagram, because I see Instagram photos on Pinterest a lot, but I do not know how to do it. So you’ll either have to follow Dana Petty on Instagram, or simply take my word for it that it was a really touching photo, even though it’s mostly a photo of Tom Petty from behind, as the dog is running toward him, along the beach. (It did have the feeling like the two of them were already in heaven…)

Okay, well. Today is May 1st ! Which was Elvis & Priscilla’s wedding day. And also my own wedding day — back in 1993. I have no idea where the time went, so don’t even ask me!! But May 1st, nonetheless, is one of my favorite days of the year.

I believe in spring weddings — I really do. I’m totally into the whole “I’ll Be With You in Apple Blossom Time” idea. Both my weddings were in the spring. (And I actually left both marriages in the spring, although I didn’t plan it to be like that.) If I ever get married again, I think I’d like to choose a spring day that doesn’t actually exist — you know, make something up: like, Tuenesday May 34th. Something like that. And perhaps then the marriage will only exist in theory and thus be a spectacular success. We’ll see!!

Okay. I’ve just been notified on Instagram that Bad Seeds TeeVee has just had some new videos uploaded to it, so I will no doubt watch that again today! I am actually going to try to do some writing today, too. I am feeling that good, finally.

So I’m gonna get this day underway here. Thanks for visiting, gang. I hope you have a perfect Friday, all things considered, wherever you are in the world.

I leave you with all my listening music from yesterday: “Dead Radio,” by Rowland S. Howard, from his amazing Teenage Snuff Film album (1999). The aforementioned “Fears of Gun,” by The Birthday Party, which I believe is from their Mutiny EP (1983) but I’m not positive about that (lyrics are in the video). And Einstürzende Neubauten’s brand new song, “Ten Grand Goldie,” from the upcoming Alles in Allem (some lyrics, in both German and English are in the video).

All righty! Enjoy. I love you guys See ya.

“Dead Radio”

You’re bad for me like cigarettes
But I haven’t sucked enough of you yet
Nothing is sacred and nothing is true
I’m no-one that’s nowhere when I’m here with you

I’ve lost the power I had to distinguish
Between what to ignite and what to extinguish

I blew in last night, I’m the ghost from the coast
When the lighting is bad I’m the man with the most
You left me to choke on a heart up in smoke
Smiling through your tears and your tetracycline overdose

You’re good for me like Coca-Cola
I don’t get any younger, you don’t get any older
Everything’s sacred and everything’s true
All of this is possible when I’m here with you

I’ve got a lot to say but I keep my own counsel
I’d like to spit it out but I won’t speak with my mouth full