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So that’s what they meant by ‘live long & prosper’…

Oh, people.

It does seem like they reserve late Saturday into early Sunday for just tons and tons of declas docs and videos to hit the hubs.

I have been at it for over 6 hours already and it is only 9:30 in the morning now! (I even accidentally texted a video link to a friend at 5am, without realizing how fucking early it was for most people in my time zone and she texted back with a smiley face and said: “did you make a note of what time it is right now?” Ach. Point-taken. It’s fun to know me.) (I’m guessing that if you do know me, it’s better to just keep your ringer off.)

I’m not really that interested in the g  a  m  e  s  t  op upheaval, even though it is truly clogging the hubs, because none of that surprises me at all — even though it serves as a really good “awakening” tool for people, in general.  And what the “e   l  it   e ” of W street did reflects so perfectly what they also did during the fake e l * c t * on. So that’s a good thing for folks to see if they are teetering on that fence of wanting to maybe, just maybe, take that fucking red pill already…

Anyway, I have been watching/reading more declas stuff about [D] e  e  p [U] n  d  e  r  g  r  o u nd [M] i  l i  t  a r  y [B] a  s  e  s; UFO’s; the always delightful r  o  c k  e  f  e  ll ers; the Mandelbrot Set; more atrocities around  s  * x  t r a  fff * cking of the way under-aged and (heart-breaking) children…

And, just fyi, there are still people out there claiming without a doubt that fancy-nan was indeed a  r  * sted back after the fake ca pi t al bldg at t ack, as she was frantically trying to escape the U  S after her laptop had gotten apprehended. And that this deranged one we sometimes see now is fake. So, I don’t know, gang — I say we just go ahead and put those party hats on and keep them on.

(And, FYI, she — or someone just like her — was indeed referring to Tr ***p just this past Monday in the hallowed halls of c  o  n g  r e ss as “the Pr  *  s  * d ent” , and our fake B * den did the very same thing this past week.) (I don’t know — if you were P  r  * s * den t, would you accidentally refer to someone else as the P  r  * s * den t? Seems weird, right?)

Hmmm.

Last but not least, however, tons more stuff about the truly repugnant crap surrounding a  d  r * n*   c  ^^ h r * m* is getting declassed.  Some of the truly sickening docs are basically “menus” from companies in the  u    k , with lists of the c  a  p  ti  ve children’s names, their ages, how likely they are to commit suicide, and if you want to place an order of “a-c” to be extracted from any of them for the weekend.

The horror of all this is not only unbearable, but almost impossible for a loving and humane mind to process.

A long-time friend of mine who has worked at NASA forever — a brilliant man with a PhD in geology — convinced me decades ago that “a -c” was not real; that it was a myth. Eventually, I shifted into believing him. Now it is almost impossible to un-believe it because my mind simply can’t fucking imagine it could ever be that important to anyone on Earth (or its surrounding planets, both near & far) to remain in the Physical.

WTF, right? You know, potential aliens aside, what is it about people needing to be so rich and stay so young that the t* rt  ure and m*r  der of defenseless children becomes a viable pathway?

Jesus.

But the sheer volume and wide variety of docs and videos being declassed now, along with the utter outrageous ridiculousness of the current “ad min  istr  a  tion,”  just makes it feel undeniable that we are on the road to the revelation of full-on m * l i tary control and that eventually everyone we can possibly imagine will be under a  r  * st. If they aren’t already. And then the unveiling of the genuine R e  p  u b li c will be close at hand.

Today is actually a big day for [17] followers. “Done in 30.” And also tomorrow — “Freedom Day” here in the U  S. We shall see.

Whatever happens or doesn’t happen this weekend, it is clearly just a matter of time. Because the only thing that makes sense right now is that this is being done on purpose.

So I would suggest, sit back, get the broad view, take in the big picture, and don’t focus so intently on the tiny details of what’s being so obviously shoved in front of you.  Because the bigger picture brings the utter insanity into focus. It becomes easier to step aside and just witness.

(And is it just me, or do those weird people who keep acting as if life right now is simply “normal” and will just continue on this way for the rest of the year seem incredibly strange? Man. Like, what universe are they actually living in? What some people won’t do to just avoid that red pill at all costs…)

Anyway.

Okay. If I’m not mistaken, today at 1pm EST, cir st en w and the p* tr iot stree  t f ighter will be on a live stream here. I’m guessing that you won’t want to miss it, gang. And then p* tr iot stree  t f ighter will be on his usual Y  * t * b* live stream this evening, as well. (After taking the weekend off for the first time in, like, forever.)

And, also if I’m not mistaken, my friend and partner in Abstract Absurdity Productions, out in West Hollywood, is supposed to be calling me later today, for the first time in about 6 months. We’ll see if it happens and, if it does, how it goes.

I am starting to feel as if I can finally make some brain-space to tackle writing those new erotic short stories that were targeted to be delivered to the kind folks in Sweden in January. (You might note that today is January 31st…) Oh well. Just very strange times. But I do feel as if that light at the end of the tunnel is shining so brightly now that it is completely overtaking the tunnel. I truly feel that, gang. So hang in there. Keep the faith. Hold the line.

And please note, that the h * sh tag: b* den lied is already trending on tw *  t t *r, veritable home base of the mind-controlled. So we’re making progress.

I am not able to get the r  u  m  b  l  e  videos to play right now on the laptop (!!), so I encourage you to visit the various podcasters on your phones and see if that works today. Hopefully, it will get straightened out as the day goes on.

Okay. I’m gonna scoot. Have a great Sunday, wherever you are in the world. Thanks for visiting, gang. I leave you with a medley from a huge album from my wee bonny girlhood: David Bowie’s Diamond Dogs (1974):  “We are The Dead/1984/Big Brother/Chant,”  which feel alarmingly fitting all these decades later. (Lyrics included in video.) Listen, reflect, ponder. I love you guys. See ya.

Gimme A Pill — Please!

Or as Huey Lewis & the News so succinctly put it a million light years ago:  “I need a new drug!”

Something/Anything.  [Todd Rundgren said that in 1972.]

Mostly, I’m just exhausted, gang. Spiritually. Psychologically. The constant dialogue that goes on in my brain.

ME (to my brain, while I’m washing the breakfast dishes): “You know, I could adapt that Cleveland project for the stage. I’d have to re-think the story arc, but I can already see the sets.”

MY BRAIN:”Knock it off already. We’ve got too many ideas in here.”

ME (to my brain this morning, while I’m going over the new memoir): “You know, I could re-write this as a micro -memoir. Or even a  long prose poem.”

MY BRAIN:”Knock it off already. We’ve got too many ideas in here. You should not have even started this one in the first place.”

ME (to my brain, while I’m listening to White Lunar during lunch): “This music is giving me some great ideas for Tell My Bones. I could see re-writing it as a screenplay.”

MY BRAIN: “You idiot!! It started out as a screenplay! Knock it off already!”

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I’m just exhausted.  Happy, but exhausted.

And then yet another Australian musician started following me on Instagram today. And he texts me something about a photo I posted of Patti Smith’s Horses album cover (the album that I’ve had since 1975). And he says that Horses inspired him to become a songwriter.

So then I’m scrolling through his photos and I see a lot of old Bowie stuff, and I’m thinking we have very similar musical tastes and inspirations.

Then I click on one of his old Bowie photos — Bowie being a man who hugely & continuously inspired me since 1973 — and I discover that the guy in Australia is about 17 years old or something insane like that – still in school – and only found out about Bowie long after Bowie died.

And then that exhausts me, too. WTF?  Just how old am I? And how long has Bowie been dead – wasn’t that just last week?! And how come I have similar tastes and inspirations to teenage boys on the other side of the globe?

That shit just makes me collapse.

I was 14 years old when I saw Bowie’s Diamond Dogs tour back in Cleveland. That was over 40 years ago.

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Honestly, I don’t give a hoot how old I am, but I just don’t comprehend how old I am. I can’t get an accurate grip on it.

I recently met this 17 year-old boy here in the Hinterlands and he just makes me laugh. I adore him. He’s really delightful. And so unusual and I love his energy. And I love when he comes around. And he knows so many old rock & roll songs that I wouldn’t expect him to know — knows all the words.  And he’ll blurt out the most wildly inappropriate and hysterical things.

And I am like – what? Old enough to be his grandmother maybe?! Why the heck do I get along so well with him?

And yet most people my own age… I’m going to be 59 a week from tomorrow. Unless they’re old rockers or old hippies — and that’s the men; the women I have, like, nothing in common with because they are grandmothers.

It’s just weird. I feel like I’m floating off in some strange orbit, all by myself most of the time. (And while I’m off in that strange orbit, more & more & more ideas keep coming to me for projects that require months of getting written down…) (I’m exhausted.)

Anyway. All sorts of amazing good news came in this morning’s email but I can’t discuss that on the blog yet, either. It’s sufficient to say that I am just so blessed, gang. And I was planning to take it a little easy today, but when the email came, I was springing out of my skin. All excited and happy and ready to get back to work on something/anything.

One of these days, though, I’m gonna stay in bed late. And just lie there and stare out the window at my beautiful maple tree and the sky beyond. Just hug my soft fluffy pillows and snuggle there and relax. Really relax. Do nothing. Type nothing, Think nothing new.

Just lie there and smile and imagine what it might feel like if I could train the cats to bring me a cup of coffee…

Yes. Well.

In the meantime, I hope your Sunday is going swimmingly, wherever you are in the world! I leave you with this. It was an amazing album, gang. Some of it was depressing, but all of it was thrilling, regardless, when I was 14.

All right. Thanks for visiting. I love you guys! See ya!

“Rock ‘N Roll With Me”

You always were the one that knew
They sold us for the likes of you
I always wanted new surroundings
A room to rent while the lizards lay crying in the heat
Trying to remember who to meet

I would take a foxy kind of stand
While tens of thousands found me in demand

[CHORUS]
When you rock ‘n’ roll with me
No one else I’d rather be
Nobody here can do it for me
I’m in tears again
When you rock ‘n’ roll with me

Gentle hearts are counted down
The queue is out of sight and out of sounds
Me, I’m out of breath, but not quite doubting
I’ve found a door which lets me out!

[CHORUS (x3)]

c – 1974 David Bowie