Don’t quote me yet, but it looks like Nick Cave and Warren Ellis (and presumably the other Bad Seeds) might have a Grinderman 3 album in the works right now!!!
Yes, even as I type!!
Grinderman, aka testosterone on speedballs, (well, okay, they’re only known as that by me, but still…) have made some truly awesome songs. So I am seriously excited by the prospects of round 3.
Yay!!
I will keep you posted, or you can keep me posted, as the case may be!!
Also, Cave Things announced this morning that pre-ordering for those cool Dread Tiles is now available. £20 plus shipping (each).
Here’s one!
I am getting a really late start here this morning, because I am in the process of transferring all my g mails to the new secure server and it turns out that it is not exactly an intuitive process. But it is now occurring.
In case you weren’t aware, g m a i l had yet another suspicious outage during the night! This makes 2, not counting the outage of Y* u t* b* and g* * gl* from Sunday night. So I am just getting worried, gang. And wanted all my old emails to be safe.
The outages could be a trial-run for the upcoming social m* d*a blackout (anticipated, at least). Or it could be white h*t h* ckers hacking their way in, but either way, best to just move to a safer corner of the online galaxy until the c* up has c o u p ‘ed itself out…
All righty. Since my morning is just about gone here (!!), I must scoot. I hope you have a good Wednesday, wherever you are in the world. Don’t forget the solar storm is supposed to begin today!! If you start getting wonky satellite reception and/or weirdly-acting electronics, keep it in mind. (And if night suddenly falls on the Earth for 6 days, it’s not the Devil — the solar storm is why…)
Okay. Thanks for visiting. I love you guys. See ya!!
This one requires a strong stomach, gang. (I may never go back to LA)
Curious Network Outages and Bill B*rr is Resigning:
The Eagle Has Landed! Don’t miss this one, gang!! It is a must!!
Curiouser and curiouser… The President de-regulates just about everything!
I forgot to post here that Black Lotus Publishing, one of my new publishers, is still working on the cover art for most of their new titles and the site will launch ASAP!!
So we all appreciate your patience, but any day now, my new taboo erotic novella, 1954 Powder Blue Pickup and the new (really long) short story, “Half-Moon Bride” will be for sale!!
These are for adults only, gang. I cannot stress that enough! (But once you read them, you will not want to ever read any other writer’s adult titles ever again!!!)
Well, we shall see!!
And in other good news —
The new album by Nick Cave and Nicholas Lens, Litanies, was released during the night. I listened to it at 2:45am. It is really, really lovely, gang. You can now purchase it wherever you download your beautiful music!
And I urge you to consider buying me this for Christmas: just announced from Cave Things — it is only a mere £1,000,000 plus shipping!! (There are less expensive denominations, but hey…)
In all honesty, gang, I am a lowly writer-editor, living alone in the middle of nowhere Ohio now, and the worldwide l*ckd*wns have all but ruined me financially. I rely on family to help me get through every single month now, but I still go to bed hungry every night. I’m 60 years old now. A thing like not being able to afford enough food has not happened to me since I was 19 years old and first left home.
But you know what? I don’t fucking care. I go to my room and listen to D*n B*ng*no and the X*2 R*p*rt every night and I am determined to hang in there and help people see that America is on the precipice of something truly horrible if we don’t get to the bottom of this eL*c t*on fr*ud and this fake virus panic.
For instance, if you visit the front page of the Ep*ch Times every day, you will see rows and rows of links that will give updated real-time information on all the hearings, the legal issues, the progress we are making on exposing the fr*ud.
And in all that, there are a mere 2 links from B* den: that he plans to make the whole country wear m* sks for 100 days (free speech anyone?), and a statement about how he broke his foot while chasing his dog…
I know that a lot of my readers live outside of the United States. What you might not know, is that I post the political videos and news articles to help keep people in the US informed, because if they only rely on mainstream news they get NONE of this information. In fact, often they are told the exact opposite. (i.e., Orwell’s 1984.)
But I also believe that some of this stuff is headed for other countries, if it isn’t already there. (i.e., d*m*n* on v* ting machines, throwing elections; l*ckd* wns meant to ruin the local economy and not meant to save lives, etc.)
In fact, even though posting videos like the one below bring the very curious Ch* n*se straight to my web site, watch this video if you have the stomach for it.
And, in fact, you may or may not have noticed that I finally removed my memoir-in-progress, In the Shadow of Narcissa, from the Internet. I’ve been threatening to do it for months now, and I finally did. I get really fed up with getting all of my published books and erotic short stories pirated. It’s even more maddening when they get pirated while in-progress…(which was indeed happening by you know who).
And if you still think its fun to be on T*k-T*k and that you’re not being tracked, watch that video above and think again…
I have tried really hard for the last 6 years to not let this current blog get too political. My last blog was off-the-charts anti-Ob* ma. I wanted to have just a quiet little blog from now on. But I simply cannot let this stuff go. I know I’ve lost a lot of regular readers, but gained a bunch of new ones. I appreciate your patience if you are not really that interested in American politics.
On that note…
Once again, the NY Times (online) headlines this morning do not disappoint!!
As you might have seen by my post last night, there was a peaceful protest on Staten Island last evening, in support of a small bar owner who was defying the lockdown and getting fined for trying to stay open and earn a living.
Thousands of non-An t* fa, non-B L M protestors had taken to the streets, finally fed up with the random draconian lockdowns that are killing small business owners but not affecting the mega stores. There was no looting, no violence, no one was attacked or beaten up.
What you couldn’t hear (but which you can hear in the footage included in the longer version of the X*2 R*p*rt below), is that those thousands were loudly chanting “Cu*mo Sucks! Cu*mo Sucks!”.
Was any of that in the NY Times (online) headline this morning??? Of course not, they were only talking about riding the (now dangerous) subway…
And in a related story, this small business owner below had a lot to say yesterday. He speaks for so many — both here and in other countries, I’m guessing.
This video from one of the el*ct *on fr*ud hearings yesterday in Georgia was all over the place. It shows poll workers taking suitcases full of illegal ballots out from under tables after everyone else was made to leave for the night. Then they entered the illegal ballots into the voting machines.
You know, as horrible as this whole thing is — nationwide, coordinated v*t*r fr*ud — they hired true stooges to pull it off. Everyone of these people who ends up on video is looking at jail time.
And probably in an effort to avoid prison time himself, the Georgia G* Vern*r is finally telling the Secretary of State to fucking do something…
And here’s a quick clip from the State Senator who got his account banned from tw* tt *r — that bastion of decency and democracy:
And from the B*ng*no Report, here are the totals of exactly just how many dead people, underage people, felons, and people who moved away, voted in Georgia last month (HINT: The Corpse Vote is alive & well in Georgia!):
On a very serious note, D*n B*n g*n* interviewed Lt. General M*k* Fl*nn yesterday and you must listen to it.
I sat and listened to it at my kitchen table yesterday afternoon and cried through most of it. It’s no secret that I couldn’t stand Ob*m*, but it’s turning out that he was really worse than I had even imagined. What this country has come to is truly heartbreaking for me. How Tr**p has managed to continue running this country and improving our lives here all across the board, while O*b*m* and his cronies did everything they could to undermine him and all of America for 4 solid years — it is really hard to believe.
But in case you are still watching mainstream news, wherever you live in the world — Tr**p won by a landslide. This means that most Americans knew what was really going on and are totally fed up, disgusted, outraged, etc. , with all of it.
So please watch B*n g*n*’s interview. you will learn a lot about the American D**p State and about one man’s true character.
Followed by B*ng*n*’s regular show from yesterday:
The always on-the-edge-of-you-seat X*2 R*p*rt:
And his shorter version that focuses on world financial collapse and how to avoid it:
The Praying M*d*c had a “live” chat that will teach you everything you need to know about how the el*ct*on process works here in the US when el*c t*on fr*ud occurs. It is highly educational if you are too young to have learned this stuff in the current American public school system.
Of course, that’s because I’m really good at finding the bright side to stuff when I really, really want to.
But, honestly, things in general seem to be getting more encouraging, in that more and more evidence of e*l*ction fr*ud is coming to light, along with the unbelievable amount of c*ns* rsh* p going on in this country; and more and more people are finding out that the virus is no longer a threat, and so more and more people are questioning what the actual reasoning could be behind forcing us to be muzzled (i.e., m* sks) and not gather in groups where we could easily share information and maybe get really, really angry…
And so, in a sense, all of that is good.
And on the vaccine front — both the Pfizer and Moderna vaccines are on a fast track to getting approved and reaching the US public. And the Oxford vaccine has apparently reached a 90% effective rate in the UK.
The Oxford vaccine is the one funded by AstroZeneca, wherein a video went viral on F B re: the use of an aborted fetus in the vaccine.
This was a hoax, people — as I had tried to warn some of the women I knew who were falling for it. I believe it was purposely aimed at Christians to keep them afraid of the vaccines, and therefore under the thumb of the powers that be who continue to want the masses to be controlled by the fake virus p*n d* m*c.
The Oxford vaccine is based on a chimpanzee adenovirus vaccine vector — an adenovirus that causes the common cold in chimpanzees…
So, um, that might not make you feel any happier. Still, we need to support these vaccines and get them to market as soon as they are deemed effective and safe. Having the vaccines is the only way to break the worldwide stranglehold they are placing on us with the fake p*n d* m*c.
And since there are now four therapeutics to cure the average person of the virus there’s no real need to take a vaccine unless you are still afraid of catching the virus.
Two videos below explain this very well. (X*2 R*p *rt and Tucker Carlson.)
And in v*t*r fr*ud-lated news, D*n B*ng*n*’s video goes into great detail about those urban v*te dumps that happened in the contested States.
So it won’t be much longer, gang, that the mainstream media will be able to keep insisting that it was a free and fair el*c t*on.
On other, sort of related fronts…
Nick Cave sent out a Red Hand Files yesterday addressing the BBC’s decision to censor words from the amazing Christmas song by The Pogues, “Fairytale of New York” (1987), on the radio.
A lot of non-Irish, non-NYC-Americans do not know this 33 year-old song, but it is a truly amazing song. And from Nick Cave’s response, I’m guessing the chief word the BBC wants to censor is the word “faggot.”
It’s kind of amazing to me to think that anyone, anywhere might accidentally hear that word in a legendary, 33-year-old song on the radio and have it completely destroy them, psychologically, for the rest of their lives. I mean, why else would you need to censor something?
In my experience, I’ve heard far worse things said about women in wildly popular rap songs and, rather than listen to them and have them scar me psychologically for the rest of my life, I simply turn them off.
You can read Nick Cave’s always eloquent response here, if you so choose. Among other things, he says:
“One of the many reasons this song is so loved is that, beyond almost any other song I can think of, it speaks with such profound compassion to the marginalised and the dispossessed.”
And Cave Things sent out a new item that would (seriously) make a great Christmas gift for me, so feel free to, you know, buy it and send it to me!!
It only costs £40 plus shipping!!!!! (I have been assured that in US dollars, this currently equals a mere $53.36, plus shipping….) (Yes, a book of Nick Cave quotes that you can also keep track of birthdays in. Yes, a sort of journal. Like the kind you can buy at the dollar store for, like, a dollar! But without any pre-printed Nick Cave quotes — you would have to add the quotes yourself to the dollar store version. So I think that a little over 50 x $1, plus shipping is a terrific price for a book with pre-printed NC quotes, which is allegedly handmade by monks in Denmark!!!!) (Honestly, buy it for me. I would love to have one!!)
Okay. So.
We did get snow during the night!!!! It looks kind of pretty!! It’s enough snow to be all over the lawns and the cars, but not enough to stay on the streets or sidewalks so there is no fear that I might have to break my “no-shoveling” rule!! Yay. So that’s pretty great.
And other than that, gang, there is just so much news going on right now that I have had little else on my mind. But I do have to start getting some more writing done here, because I have 3 short stories due in January, and I need to finish “Novitiate,” in order to turn in The Muse Revisited Vol. 4 to the publishers, and then get back to work on the new novel, Thug Luckless: Welcome to P-Town. (And then finish Girl in the Night: Erotic Love Letters to the Muse and turn that in, and then finish In the Shadow of Narcissa and self-publish it….)
So, you know. Lots to do here.
Okay, I’m going to get moving here. Thanks for visiting, gang! I love you guys. See ya!
If you have school-aged children, this video will not make you happy but please watch it anyway, it’s only about 7 minutes:
Both of these were awesome. Try to listen to the whole thing:
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…
Operation C*VID Panic in full swing…
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.
You know, I mean this in a helpful way — but if you’re an American who went through the public school system from the year 2008 or so onward, and you weren’t educated in a charter school or private school, you likely are woefully under-educated.
Perhaps even indoctrinated and not educated at all. Right?
The results of standardized testing from the K-12 school years show that kids in charter and private schools — even within the very same neighborhoods as public schools — score much higher on those tests than their counterparts in the public school system. This means they are better taught. Getting a better education.
(Use d*ck d*ck go to research that report.)
Blacks, Latinos, whites, boys, girls — it knows no gender or racial bias. Kids in charter schools and private schools in America are better educated.
I know! That means that maybe black & Latino children, educated in the charter schools, get a shot at better colleges, and then perhaps more rewarding careers after college than whites in public schools. (Yeah, racism against blacks & Latinos is systemic here in America…. I don’t think so.)
(Oh, and YES!! The D NC wants to abolish the charter schools, why wouldn’t they???)
I’m bringing this up only because kids in public schools here in the US are no longer taught American or World History, or Civics, or Social Studies, or Government… so they likely haven’t been exposed to those legendary practices of book banning, book burning, control of information when dictatorships or Totalitarian regimes are in play.
A*m *zon is removing books by popular writers whose politics they disagree with. Refusing to sell them. Conservative writers, only. (Use d*ck d*ck go to do the research.)
Well, it sounds to me like. Well, hmmmmm…..
I’m just sayin’…
If you’re suffering from being under-educated, it’s not your fault. Try to read more. Like, maybe those books listed above– which used to be required reading in the public school system.
Or, if you simply don’t like to read, watch this again:
And then, turn off the mainstream media. And try to go outside without a m* sk on.
I’m just sayin’…
Operation C*VID Panic in progress…
Here’s an interesting article, showing what some States (with D*mocr*t Governors) are being subjected to right now, here, today, even though we already know all about false positives and tens of thousands of deaths being attributed to C* VID that are actually caused by something else…
We also have two highly effective vaccines ready — set to go out to not only Americans, but all over the world. Millions & millions of doses of the vaccine. Ready to go. To the world. Therapeutics in place that will help you get well in the hospital, if that’s where you end up.
White House press secretary Kayleigh McEnany on Nov. 18 called state restrictions intended to slow the spread of the CCP virus around Thanksgiving “Orwellian,” arguing that Americans should be trusted to take appropriate precautions of their own accord rather than through government edicts under threat of punishment…
“The American people know how to protect their health. We’ve dealt with C* VID for many months,” she said. “But it’s Orwellian in a place like Oregon to say if you gather in numbers more than six, we might come to your house and arrest you, and you get 30 days of jail time. That’s not the American way.”
Also, if you haven’t seen these yet, watch them!!!!!
Operation C* VID Panic, anyone?
It’s real. Angry yet?
But here’s something else that’s real. This is the electoral breakdown here in the US as of Tuesday. Haven’t seen these totals where you get your news? Well, hmmmmm. Operation C* VID Panic, anyone?
Angry yet?
Angry yet?
Angry yet?
Sorry, I keep asking the same question, but it’s only because I can’t tell how you feel because you’re wearing a
m* sk…
Okay!
So.
The good news is that tomorrow, Nick Cave’s new album, Idiot Prayer: Nick Cave Alone at Alexandra Palace, officially goes on sale!! (And since Cave Things was not the one setting the price point, most of us the world over will be able to afford it!!!) (Just kidding. I love Cave Things!!) (I just can’t afford them…)
Also, the editing process is almost done for the staged reading of my play, Tell My Bones. It officially streams this Sunday, 7pm Eastern Time. It’s free!!! Get the link here. Broadway and Off-Broadway talent are bringing you an interpretation of my play (with music) and it promises to be a really beautiful streamed event. Please watch!!
The other good news is that those kind folks over at Volonte have asked for a brand-new erotic short story from me by next week!
So, yes, I might have to put politics on hold for 6 minutes today and write something!!!!!! Yay!!
All righty, gang. I guess on that note, I will get started here. Have a great Thursday, wherever you are in the world. Thanks for visiting. I leave you with my driving-music from last evening. Play it loud. Dream, enjoy. (Fight back, in whatever ways you know how.) Videos below! Thanks for visiting, gang. I love you guys See!
Probably the most memorable thing I learned from my birth father, who was a US Navy SEAL who served many tours of duty in Vietnam — including, and probably most importantly, during the fall of Saigon — was his advice to me one morning, when we were sitting at his kitchen table, drinking coffee:
“When something doesn’t make sense, but it keeps on happening, someone is getting rich off of it.”
He told me this 31 years ago. It’s uncanny, how many times I have had cause to remember that piece of advice over the years, especially when I lived in NYC, and how so many seemingly inexplicable things would then suddenly make sense.
Last evening, I was driving out on Highway 16 in the dark; safe in the peaceful foothills of Appalachia here in Muskingum County, and I was trying to make sense of why on Earth the Governor of our State declared such a strange C* VID curfew yesterday.
We are only allowed out between 6am to 10pm — except of course if we need to run an errand of some kind.
I’m serious, okay? If you really, really think about it, that is a really weird sort of curfew: You must stay in, unless you have to go out.
(To be serious, though: he is closing bars and restaurants early without saying that he’s closing bars and restaurants early.)
At first, I was thinking, well he’s probably trying to keep the Republicans happy by not making it a real curfew, and also trying to keep the Leftists happy by pretending this will somehow keep us safe from the alleged C* VID upsurge…
(Yes, that virus for which we now have 2 highly effective vaccines as well as therapeutics that will likely cure you if you have to go to the hospital.) (Yes, that terrifying virus…) (At this point, you’re probably more afraid of getting shingles if you’ve once had the chicken pox.)
Anyway.
As I thought about the predicament the Governor must be in — he is a Republican Governor who has been very pro- Tr**p throughout his Administration, however we did have our fair share of extremely expensive and destructive riots in our larger cities this past summer; it made me then think of Operation C* VID Panic, which is in full swing now, all over the world (a fake panic, IMO, that is engineered to attempt to control us through fear and distract us from the mounting allegations of v* ter fra*d and a S*cial* st takeover).
And I thought, if this is indeed a fake panic, and the Governor is indeed a loyal Republican, why is he behaving like this? Doing something that doesn’t really make sense?
I tried going the route of following the money, which led me to think about the violence that is expected to happen when they announce Tr**p won by a landslide and that the v*te was r*gged.
And then suddenly I wondered if the weird curfew is designed to keep as many people off the streets as possible when/if the violence they are predicting does indeed break out. (Remember: They come by night.)
It would suddenly cause everything to make sense, right?
Well, I guess we’ll just see.
However, I am also noticing that gasoline prices are once again plummeting, and my utility bills are much lower than they’ve ever been, especially for this colder weather, where the furnace needs to be on, 24/7, and more lights are on because it gets dark earlier.
And I thought: now, that is very interesting, isn’t it? (Meaning, Tr**p’s plan to keep resources and workers located here in the US to make things more affordable here…)
Last evening, I listened to Bongino’s show on rumble — by the way, my prayers go out to him today as he begins chemotherapy. And his show is a great emotional release to me these days, because he not only gives you the facts you won’t find in the mainstream, but he is also funny and it feels really, really good to laugh right now. (Even at myself, because the way he makes fun of Liberals is really funny.)
However, this morning, I listened to both of the X*2 R*p*rts, and even while they bring good news overall, it is still really, really disturbing to hear about what is at play, here. (And it affects the entire world, frankly.)
And when I was done listening, it was still dark out and I stood at my bedroom window, taking in all this disturbing information while looking out at the peaceful street in this tiny little village, tucked safely in the rural foothills of the Hinterlands. And it was kind of frightening, to be a 60 year-old woman, alone in the world with some cats. And yet thinking about how impossible it is for me to not always try to fight for the Constitution in whatever way I can. I’ve been like this my whole life — I’m 100% pro-Constitution.
And I thought, well, I’m an illegitimate daughter of a Navy SEAL, and an officially unrecognized Daughter of the American Revolution. I guess it’s just in my blood to fight for this stuff.
I know what there is to be afraid of in the world. I’ve already been raped several times, I’ve been beaten, robbed, had my life savings gambled away by someone I loved, and all the people I thought I trusted at various times in my life, did not have my back — and it was the unexpected strangers who were actually there for me instead.
And I’ve been involved with the Mob and I know they’re scary. And I’ve been involved with the hardcore porn producers and I know that most of them had true hearts of gold. And I’ve come up against the Federal Government wanting to seriously curtail my right to free speech by threatening me with prison and that was fucking scary.
All of it has been fucking scary. Life outside one’s comfort zone can get truly fucking scary. But I survived all of that. It often killed my bank account, but oh well.
And yet what we are up against now — the scope of it — is scarier than anything I’ve lived through so far. Because I honestly did not believe it could ever come to America. I honestly didn’t.
But, fear or not, I will just keep f*ghting, at least to help get information out there.
And Cave Things also released some really pretty Nick Cave-designed prayer cards yesterday. They are each £4 plus shipping. (That price sounds very reasonable by usual Cave Things standards. However, when you consider that prayer cards are usually free at funerals, well, hmmmm….) Anyway!!! They are pretty. Here’s one:
I leave you with the official blurbs from my two upcoming works of new erotica, which will be published later this month by Black Lotus Books. These are intended for adults only, so don’t read them if you’re easily offended by graphic sex. Thanks.
Cover art for my new erotic short story, coming in November from Black Lotus Books
“Half-Moon Bride” by Marilyn Jaye Lewis
A young woman discovers that she is a half-moon futanari –that she takes on the genitals of a man at every full moon, becoming a hermaphrodite for 24 hours. On the same day, she also learns she is intended to be the bride of the mysterious Oracle who lives in the palace in the mountains. The Oracle is a full-package futanari of astonishing proportions. Together, as they are both half-man, half-woman while the moon is full, they experience a wedding night of extreme sex that stretches the little half-moon bride to her limits, and then beyond them, when her virginity is repeatedly taken by the Oracle in more ways than she could have ever imagined. A love story of extremes and questionable consent throughout; “Half-Moon Bride” will make you squirm and leave you breathless.
1954 Powder Blue Pickupby Marilyn Jaye Lewis
A young man with a pickup truck in 1950s America, navigates the strict sexual morals of the era by introducing a pretty, unmarried virgin to the true joys of anal sex – meaning that, technically, backdoor sex saves her virginity for her wedding night and that no one will ever be the wiser. The two agree to embark on an affair of unbridled licentious behavior, with no strings attached, in the privacy of his pickup truck, out on the edge of town. However, neither of them is prepared for just how well suited they are to each other’s carnal appetites, as the young woman is introduced to more and more sexual surprises. Extreme anal, oral, three-ways, and gangbangs overtake their growing attraction to one another, until they are each forced to admit that they’ve crossed over a line they can’t come back from without each other. 1954 Powder Blue Pickup is a love story that explores the hidden world of women’s unapologetic desires. Extreme anal, extreme gangbangs, and questionable consent throughout – not for the feint of heart.
All righty!! Thanks for visiting, gang. Have a good Wednesday, wherever you are in the world. I leave you with Tom Petty & Mudcrutch. And a few videos below that!! I love you guys. See ya!
“Scare Easy”
My love’s an ocean
You better not cross it
Yeah I’ve been the distance
And I need some rest
Yeah I had somebody once
And damn if I lost her
I’ve been running
Like a man possessed
I don’t scare easy
Don’t fall apart
When I’m under the gun
You can break my heart
And I ain’t gonna run
I don’t scare easy
For no one
Yeah, I am a loser
At the top of my game
I should have known
To keep an eye on you
Now I got a sky
That ain’t never the same
Yeah, I got a dream
That don’t ever come true
I don’t scare easy
Don’t fall apart
When I’m under the gun
You can break my heart
But I ain’t gonna run
I don’t scare easy
For no one
Sun going down
On a canyon wall
I got a soul
That ain’t never been blessed
Yeah and I’m a shadow
At the back of the hall
Yeah, I got a sin
I ain’t never confessed
And I don’t scare easy
Don’t fall apart
When I’m under the gun
You can break my heart
And I ain’t gonna run
I don’t scare easy
For no one
And I don’t scare easy
Don’t fall apart
When I’m under the gun
You can break my heart
But I ain’t gonna run
I don’t scare easy
For no one
Yesterday (and this morning) I have simply steered clear of the news. I know darn well that if there is something I really, really need to know about, it will get my attention.
Otherwise, I decided to just enjoy my really lovely day yesterday.
The weather was simply awesome. And promises to be the same today. I took a really beautiful walk to the post office — and mailed out my many promotional postcards for the online reading of Tell My Bones, coming up in 17 days. Something that has been in the works for nearly 14 months, is now only 17 days away. I honestly can’t believe it.
However, it is true. And I got a copy of the rehearsal schedules for the actors yesterday. A thing like that makes it feel more and more real, gang.
And I truly hope you are planning to watch it – whether on the night of the premiere (RSVP here), or during the days following. I really want you to see it!! Plus, I promised I would love you forever if you watched it, so you might want to weigh that very carefully… (Because on the day when I accept my Pulitzer Prize for Tell My Bones, you can say to your friends: “That girl there, getting that Pulitzer — she promised to love me forever.” It will feel really nice.)
Okay, this morning, on Instagram, there was a really cute video by Cave Things of the tee shirts you can buy that are designed by Nick Cave. If you are a member of Instagram, you can watch the video here. It’s about 15 seconds long.
Other than that, right now on Instagram, I try really, really hard to only look at photos and videos of alpacas, birds, intensely unusual insects, goats, baby sheep, baby cows, and panoramic nature shots. Otherwise, there is just too much intensity out there right now, and I need to hugely filter all of it. I can handle reality in very, very small doses only. And those small doses of reality are accompanied by an intake of CBD oil — my new best friend. So, all is well.
My friend Kevin is indeed back from Montana. However, the Village of Crazeysburg has decided to tear up the road and do construction at the corner of Basin Street and Frazier Alley, which is the exact corner where my barn is located. So Kevin cannot get his vintage 1965 VW camper van out of my barn yet. But I have been able to talk to him on the phone, and he might even stop over just to say hello. Which would be so nice. (He lives 20 miles away, so it’s not like he can just stroll over.)
And in the meantime, my whole street is blocked off and I get to look at quite a number of very attractive young road-construction workers! So it could be worse.
Well, I did not get anything new done on “Novitiate” yesterday, however I did read over that erotic short story, “Score,” that is a finalist in the Volonte short story contest. I had not read it since I’d written it, back in August. So it was that feeling, like — who wrote this? I don’t remember this.
My usual intense, crazy erotic story. However, this one is actually short — under 2000 words. It will eventually be published (in English) by Volonte, so I will keep you posted. (They are out of Sweden, but this is all part of the English-language website.)
So I am managing to stay really happy, gang. Just focusing on the personal things, trying to keep the larger scope of the world out of my field of vision for right now. Because I know that, at any moment, everything could explode. Including the virus, which is starting to reach Code Red again in nearby counties.
So just taking it one moment at a time here. I know that a lot of my readers are in lockdown again. I hope that you are finding ways to pass the time and that you aren’t struggling in some sort of awful way.
Here, over the last couple of months, things have skirted the edge of being really dire, but then eased up again. But I do know how it feels to run out of food, run out of money, worry about keeping my house and my car. However, through the grace of others, everything improved at the final moment here, but I do know how it feels. Even in a county that has been blessed by very low numbers of the virus, we have also dealt with the financial blows of the pandemic.
However, today is shaping up to be another really good day. I hope it is feeling likewise for you, wherever you are in the world. Thanks for visiting. Take care of yourselves!! I leave you with the song that was singing in my head the moment my eyes sprang open this morning at 4:17am — “Good Good Day,” (2001) by Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds. I’ve posted it here before, but here it is again! From off of their 2005 collection, B-Sides & Rarities. Enjoy, gang. I love you guys. Have a nice Friday. See ya.
“Good Good Day”
See the little cloud up in the sky
It’s a good good day today
See the little cloud pass on by
It’s a good good day today
Mary comes now, let Mary be
Can you see her down on the street?
Mary’s laughing ’cause Mary sees
That she’s a-wearin’ that dress for me
There can be times
Yeah… When all things come together
Yeah… Under a clear sky and you can believe
Yeah… You hold your breath for this moment
Yeah… But do not breathe for this day I know
Is a good day, yes I know
It’s a good day, yeah I know
Today…
Hear her feet skipping up the stairs
It’s a good good day today
She is the answer to all of my prayers
It’s a good good day today
Mary comes now, she don’t knock
‘Cause she’s runnin’ on her own little clock
Mary’s laughing ’cause Mary knows
That this day was made for us
And any fool knows… yeah
And any fool sees
That the future… yeah
Is a-down on its knees
But let ’em all cry, let ’em weep
Let those tears roll down their cheeks
‘Cause I can believe in the one
That is standing in front of me
Oh this day, don’t you know
Is a good day, yes I know
It’s a good day, I told you so
Today…
See her breasts how they rise and fall
It’s a good good day today
And she knows I’ve used that line before
It’s a good good day today
Mary’s laughing, she don’t mind
‘Cause she knows she’s one of a kind
Mary’s happy just to be
Standing next to me
And any fool knows
Yeah…
That the wind always blows
Something to someone
Yeah…
Once in a while, so let it rain, let it fall
Let the wind howl through your door
‘Cause right now for this moment
I’ll forever be
Standing next to her
On this day, which I know
Is a good day, yeah I know
Oh, it’s a good day, I told you so
Today…
Because I fell and bruised my thigh beyond my ability to comprehend (if you are on your computer, you can see my Instagram photo from yesterday down below, which shows the awesome bruise and just how swelled up it got), I wound up spending a huge portion of yesterday in bed.
Not because I couldn’t walk, but because the pain was excruciating.
But today, even though the bruise is obviously still there and still swollen, the pain is really minimal.
And, while CBD oil did nothing to stop that kind of pain, it did calm me the fuck down and made everything in my world seem manageable. And by “manageable” I guess I mean “just go to bed and stream The Monkees and forget about everything else in the world. ”
Oh, and I should mention here that I wound up liking that documentary, Hey, Hey We’re The Monkees, which I had started watching the other day. It was very informative and emotional.
Anyway. I also slept a lot yesterday, seeing as how I was already in bed. I didn’t get out of bed until after 5am today, which is later than I’ve been doing for quite a few weeks now.
So nothing new has been done to the new short story “Novitiate.” And at this point, if it is getting confusing:
The Guitar Hero Goes Home is now available in print with the corrected cover and the corrected text. (Also eBook — Amazon)
“Half-Moon Bride” will be available as a stand alone eBook in a few weeks (with my new publisher)
1954 Powder Blue Pickup will be coming out in print before the year is over, also with my new publisher
“Novitiate” will be part of what I currently call The Muse Revisited Vol. 4, which will also include my more popular “taboo erotica” short stories and novellas from the scope of my career. That will come out in print with my new publisher, as well, but probably not until early 2021 (especially if I don’t quit falling down on my kitchen porch).
So that’s what’s going on there, in erotica land.
In non-erotica land, the staged reading of my play, Tell My Bones, will premier online on Sunday evening EST, November 22nd. It will be free, but you will need to RSVP at an eventbrite link, which I will give to you when I have it. And if you miss the premier, you will have a window of maybe 3-5 days to watch it anyway.
Okay!
So Cave Things announced yesterday that you can pre-order the following really cute picture discs, each have one song on them from Idiot Prayer: Nick Cave Alone at Alexandra Palace, which is being released as an album and also a film in November. Here are the picture discs, drawn by Nick Cave (I believe they are each £30, except that there are only 500 copies in each title, so you need to pre-order right away).
And with that, I’m also gonna close. So have a really nice Wednesday, wherever you are in the world. Thanks for visiting, gang!! I love you guys. See ya!!
I awoke at 3:56am today, and the first thing I did was check my Amazon music library for the new Tom Petty album (which I apparently paid for at 12:01 am) and the only things in there were the 5 songs they had already dropped weeks ago…
So, after breakfast, journaling, meditation, cleaning up after 7 cats, etc., I spent about 15 minutes just trying to find the actual customer service page on Amazon. Then it took close to 30 more minutes to straighten out the problem.
I haven’t listened to it yet but at least now it is there. And I hope the rest of the day is just easy-peasy…
Yesterday, there was something on Instagram indicating that some of Nick Cave’s fans don’t like Cave Things because they feel it is mercenary and exploitative. And I guess he has been “cancelled” by some of his “cancel culture” fans because of it.
I do think the stuff is really expensive, but it kind of amuses me. Plus, I am a capitalist, and I feel that if the market will bear it, then one should reap the rewards of it.
I certainly would do it if I thought anyone on Earth would pay me £300 plus shipping for anything whatsoever.
On a similar note, though — yesterday was a little depressing for me. The Guitar Hero Goes Home is not exactly selling like hotcakes, and no one has reviewed it, except for the initial reviews I got before the book was published. So there it languishes. Even though, because it is experimental fiction and not erotic fiction, I did not really expect it to sell that great. And I was sort of hoping that after I died, there would be some sort of market for it. And I’m actually really okay with that. But what depressed me, was that I scrolled through the out of print book titles of mine that are being sold on Amazon and they are once again, going for extremely high prices.
For instance, a copy of Entangled Lives, selling for $967 plus $3.99 shipping (I’m guessing that Nick Cave autographed it…) (Just kidding.). A mass market paperback of Neptune & Surf selling for $132 plus $3.98 shipping. Seven “new” editions of a hardcover version of When the Night Stood Still — each selling for $98.96 plus shipping, and that book never came out in hardcover, ever, so that’s just criminal all the way around.
What bothered me most was that a print edition of Twilight of the Immortal is selling for $244.99 plus shipping, and that edition is full of typos, which is why I canceled the contract with that publisher and pulled it from stores all over the world. And then hired a professional editor to edit the eBook edition. But it doesn’t really matter too much, does it?
And I felt two things: why can’t people pay those kinds of prices while the books are still in print and I can benefit from it in some way? And why is there more of a market for my out of print books, than for a brand new one that is just now “in print”?
I can’t really answer that. But it makes me kind of sad — that my name is worth more than my actual living self.
So that sort of helped yesterday feel sucky. (But it does bode well for that idea that TheGuitar Hero Goes Home will sell great after I’m dead…)
Otherwise, I did get some writing done on the new erotic short story (“Novitiate”). And in case you haven’t seen it yet, I posted a brief excerpt from it last night.
So, you know, it’s a sort of “onward” kind of day around here.
Tonight will be that killing frost, so I spent some time saying goodbye to the petunias yesterday. And we shall see what next summer brings.
Other than that, I don’t really have too much to say here today, gang.
I leave you with last night’s listening music. “Heart of Gold,” by Neil Young, from off of his incredibly great album Harvest (1972). Listen and enjoy. Have a wonder-filled Friday, wherever you are in the world. And thanks for visiting, gang. I love you guys. See ya.
Yes, tomorrow is allegedly bringing with it a killer frost, and so I will be bidding a fond adieu to all my petunias today.
Even though I don’t usually grow petunias, because of the virus, I wasn’t able to get what I usually like to plant in the flower boxes on the porches. However, the petunias made me really, really happy this summer. Just a constant riot of color — not to mention one of the flower boxes on the front porch served as home base to my lovely toad. (Through his impeccable patience, I eventually learned how to not water his head when watering the petunias…) (Nobody stares at you quite as patiently as a toad with water on his head.)
And in honor of tomorrow bringing the first real frost, today is an amazingly lovely fall day. Cool but not cold, sunny, with gorgeous leaves everywhere — most of them still on the trees for as far as the eye can see.
And I’m doing laundry. This is the time of year where I start to bring out the flannel sheets for my own bed – the bottom sheet, only. I don’t usually need all the flannel sheets until closer to Thanksgiving (late fall).
So everything is changing and I am doing totally okay with it. I’m not morbidly missing the summer. (We’ll see how tomorrow goes — the “new” Tom Petty album drops tomorrow. It might make me really sad and really miss the summer, but we’ll just wait and see.)
Tom Petty Wildflowers & All the Rest
I keep thinking that, one of these days, life will just be fine and I’ll be okay with everything that comes my way. (I’ve been thinking this for 60 years now, but that fact should not cloud our judgment! Today could end up being the very day when suddenly I am forever totally okay with everything…)
Okay!
Well, the publisher needs an excerpt from “Half-Moon Bride” to put on their website, and they suggest that it be, you know — erotic. To get people to want to read more of the story (i.e., to buy it).
So I’m reading it over for the first time since I wrote it, trying to process this whole insane story. It is just, like, pornographic from start to finish, gang, so where do you jump in and create an “excerpt”? You kind of have to read it from start to finish, to get any real grasp on it. Separating out even the smallest segment of it just ends up seeming like utterly insane porn, in my opinion. (Two hermaphrodites on their wedding night; one extremely giant-sized, the other one rather petite (and a truly clueless virgin). And if you don’t know those facts ahead of time, then it really comes off sounding insane.) (i.e., the clueless virgin loses her virginity while trying to come to terms with also suddenly having a P-spot and her first erection…) (aka: the joys of hermaphrodite sex!!)
But the publisher needs me to do this ASAP, because they asked for it last week, so I need to figure out an “excerpt” that will not make me seem like the most insane writer in the annals of recorded history.
Once I do that, I will get back to work on the newest erotic short story around here, “Novitiate.” (If I can come up with excerpts from either story that seem tame enough for the blog, I will post them this evening. We’ll see!)
And over at Cave Things, a new charm is coming soon that I’m sure you’ll want to grab as soon as it’s available:
Isn’t that cute?? I’m guessing it will cost about £300 (plus shipping) and sell out in about ten minutes…
All right, well. I need to go downstairs and check on that laundry and finish making the bed. I hope you have a lovely Thursday wherever you are in the world and in whatever season it is where you are!! I leave you with my driving to town & back music from yesterday. This is such a great song for driving really fast on an almost empty highway, with blue skies and gorgeous fall trees all around you for miles and miles and miles. I hadn’t listened to this song in years. Rod Stewart’s legendary version of “Rhythm of My Heart,” from his 1991 album, Vagabond. Needless to say, to get the full effect of this song, you have to turn the volume up to eleven…
Okay!! Thanks for visiting, gang. I might be back tonight to regale you with brand-new literary “erotica”. We’ll see how it goes. I love you guys. See ya!
“Rhythm Of My Heart”
Across the street the river runs
Down in the gutter life is slipping away
Let me still exist in another place
Running under cover of a helicopter blade
The flames are getting higher in effigy
Burning down the bridges of my memory
Love may still be alive somewhere someway
where they’re downing only deer
a hundred steel towns away
Oh the rhythm of my heart is beating like a drum
with the words “I love you” rolling off my tongue
No never will I roam for I know my place is home
where the ocean meets the sky
I’ll be sailing
Photographs and kerosene light up my darkness
light it up, light it up
I can still feel the touch of your thin blue jeans
Running down the alley I’ve got my eyes all over you baby
Oh baby
Oh the rhythm of my heart is beating like a drum
with the words “I love you” rolling off my tongue
No never will I roam for I know my place is home
where the ocean meets the sky I’ll be sailing
I’ll be sailing
Oh I’ve got lightning in my veins
shifting like the handle of a slot machine
Love may still exist in another place
I’m just yanking back the handle
no expression on my face
Oh the rhythm of my heart is beating like a drum
with the words “I love you” rolling off my tongue
Never will I roam for I know my place is home
where the ocean meets the sky
I’ll be sailing
Oh the rhythm of my heart is beating like a drum
with the words “I love you” rolling off my tongue
No never will I roam for I know my place is home
where the ocean meets the sky
I’ll be sailing
The rhythm of my heart is beating like a drum
with the words “I love you” rolling off my tongue
Never will I roam for I know my place is home
where the ocean meets the sky
I’ll be sailing
Marilyn's Room 