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Wow, gang.  Talk about news.

Sorry I’m getting here late this morning, but I was awake from 1am – 3am, catching up on   w  e  t  h  e  m  e  d  i  a posts on t  e  l  e  g  r  a  m, and then went back to sleep for two more hours, then caught up on podcasts during breakfast, and so now I am here.

Right before I went back to sleep, around 3, I began to feel in my bones that indeed, some of the t r  a  i  t  o  r  s  [ or: d  s  ] have already been arr * sted and some have been l  i  q  u  i  d a  t  e  d by m*l * tary tr i b u na l s. Here and in the  e  u  .

This is just my gut feeling, gang. Nothing I can prove. But s u i c i d e Saturday was intense yesterday.  And I use the word “s u  i ci d e” to mean a number of things: heart attacks, leaps from rooftops, the ever-popular sudden “C* VID” death, “self-inflicted” gun shot wounds in those hard-to-reach bodily places least of all when you’re trying to aim a loaded gun…

And also all the unusual  federal arrests and/or convictions over the past couple of days — a surprising number of them for p * d  *  p h * l ia.

And a side-street to that: the L  *  n c  *  l n P r o  j e  c t  co-founder admitted (in a resignation letter?) that he was indeed gay and that he had s  e x  t ed  those young men, gr  oo m ing them for s * x.

Two federal  docs also became readily available during the night so I also wanted to peruse those before posting here:  the S * n * te committee findings that O b * m  * admin pushed through approval of funds to a sanct* on ed m  i  d  e  a  s  t organization that funded t e r  r  o r * st  a  l  q  * e  d  a with U  S  tax  p a y  er  $$. And the S * n * te  f  i  n  a  n  c  e  re p *rt re: B  * den family and u  k  r  a  i  n  e  c* rrup tion. (84 pages — that one will take awhile, but I was able to get the gist of it.)

The saddest thing I read last night was about  l  i  l i l  u  o  in h  * n g k * ng who “leapt to her death” while clutching her infant daughter. She was naked when she ” jumped”. Both died. l  i  l  i  had a previous connection to our beloved h  i  l  l  a  r  y .

There are at least 4 very high-profile folks who died suddenly in the past 2 days,  A combo of alleged ” s  u  i  c  i  d  e  s” and medical causes. And these four people are in various countries, not just here. And they have no obvious connections. Not to the naked eye, anyway.

The other very strange thing that came to light: In the space of one week  9 bishops have died from C* VID.  Strange that they were all bishops, who are much more powerful than just the average priest. (C* VID’s handiness just keeps getting better and better.  In fact, para tro ** p ers jumped from a US military transport yesterday in  i t  a l  y. It had something to do with C * VID — and nothing whatsoever to do with i  t  a  l  y ‘s g o v  having a hand in our r  i g g  e d e l * c t * ons.)

C * VID also claimed the lives of many nuns in Dem states. In N  Y,  9 nuns died in a single convent.

In M I, 13 nuns have died, but that seems to be a collective total, and not in one week.

Also, 5 more nuns died in a single convent in s a f r i c *.

As we have since learned, it is not that easy to die simply from C * VID. Most healthy people have an extremely high survival rate — 99.99+ %. It is either the co- morbidities that get them OR the falsified death certificates…

For instance, people with lethal gun shot wounds have a very high chance of dying from C * VID.

On another topic — other r* ports are  stating that Fancy-Nan was ind eed ar  r e s t e d  over last weekend but is not in custody any more, merely being accompanied by something like 5 female guards now wherever she goes.  Passing them off as ” s  e  c  r  e  t  s  e  r  v  i  c  e “. It seems we may have removed our party hats prematurely.

Also, I’m not sure if J S actually was released from ja il.  No follow up seen yet. But he was def  involved in the r * ot WITH c  n  n  “jou r n a l ist”.  His video proves it.

LOTS and I mean LOTS of  U  S  military action going on, here and overseas — e  u and s o  c  h  *  n a seas.

Allegedly, d  e  l  t  a  f  o  r  c  e r ai d ed the B* den com  pound in u  k  r  a  i  ne  and seized  l*p tops, 300 m  i  l l i on $$$  gold bu l  l  i  on, 5 duff l e bags of bl a ck tar    h e r  o  in, thousands of rounds of a  m m u n i t ion, crates of c  h  *  n *  s  * a ssault r  i  f  l e s, and miles and miles of underground tunnels with ankle and wrist sh a c k l e s bolted to walls some with flecks of dead human flesh attached. (I have so far only seen this reported once in the last hour.)

There was quite an awesome ex plo sion in  sterling V A last night.  Watch for more and more and more ex pl o s ions  & burning c a  r s to catch people’s attention now that C * VID panic mode no longer works as a distraction.

Disturbing Hollywood connections coming out now, too. Involving rings worn by extremely high-profile famous people. If it is all true, it is sickening.

And yet what I also could not help but notice — on that now legendary date,  Jan 6 th , the current issue of the h ol l y w o o d r * p o rter arrived in my mail and the hatchet job they did on j o h n n y d * p p was unbelievable. Just off-the-charts.

Talk about dead man walking. Talk about target on your back…

Considering D  * s ^n e * y’s connection to the C * P, and how D * s ^n e * y is doing all it can to not only kill that guy’s career but douse it in gasoline and torch it beyond recognition, and also the r * m * r s that J  D  might be a con ser v a t ive — hmmm. All I know is that he’s not wearing one of those rings.

And here is something else I was thinking about last night, in regards to how the U  S  c a  p  i t  o l bldg is clearly being turned into some sort a high s e c u r i t y prison. Everything about it looks like it is being fortressed to keep people IN and not OUT.  What fear of r * ots??? Right?  All we have there is an endless, endless, ENDLESS arrival of s o l d * ers.

[Gang, I am guessing that once you set foot in that place now, you will not be able to get out; I mean, just fucking look at it now, and upwards of 30,000 armed tr ** ps are now there, with checkpoints everywhere  to stop people from easily leaving  D  C  now, too.]

Anyway.  I was reminded of the s  a  u  d  i  p  r  i  n  c  e  who had all t hose other wealthy pr * n c es and business men arr * sted in the middle of the night for high  t r e a s o n and corruption and an at temp t ed c o u p, but kept them  confined in a conference room in  the Ritz Carlton hotel.  An extremely luxurious hotel. The irony of that never ceases to fuck with my head.   [ They were hung by their feet  daily and h * m il i a ted and  t * r t * red, allegedly by the U  S  m e r c en ar y company owned by the brother of our beloved head of the  U  S  Dept of  Edu ca tion, V o s. She has since resigned, btw. Just this past Friday, I think. ]

(Now we can finally kiss that M * r x * st c o m m o n c or e goodbye and get children in the U S public school system an actual education. Imagine what it will be like when a whole nation of people are no longer indescribably undereducated… Feels almost like a D  *  s n ^ ey movie…)

And last but not least…. BIG HAPPY NEWS!! k  *  m  *  l  * at long last intends to re s i gn from her s * n  a t  e seat  on Monday — a national holiday, oddly enough. I’m guessing she will dedicate her decision to  m  l  k… Rumor has it that s h e expects B * d e  n to be either ar r* st * d OR exe c u t ed immediately after his f * ke  in a  u g   u  r a  tion, and so plans to be sworn in as our new  f * k e p  r  e s  i  de   n  t in  W I or M N, and so she will not be setting a delicate foot in the c  a  p  i t  ol high security prison compound on Jan  20  th… (Just a rumor, folks. Not actual news.)

All righty! I hope you are having an amazing Sunday, wherever you are in the world. Thanks for visiting, gang.  I leave you with Nick Cave,  Idiot Prayer: Alone at Alexandra Palace ( 2020).I love you guys.  Stay safe. See ya!

Below: R * d P* l l 7  8 from last night. This was absolutely jaw-dropping, gang.  If you are pressed for time, you must listen to at least the first hour, before the  Q &A. ( 2 hrs.)  Also, please download t he f o x ho  l e d ot app today.

Below: K O (short) pt. 2:

Below: K O (short) D  C   l* ck d * wn goes to next level:

A Sleepy Rainy Day in Crazeysburg!

I feel fine today, gang, but — man — did I sleep a lot. And I had amazing dreams (and when I say amazing, I mean s-e-x.) (What could be better than having a sex dream and waking up and actually remembering it??) (Oh wait — I know! Nothing.)

And last evening, after I did yoga, I laid in bed by candlelight, listening to podcasts from hither & yon (posted below, of course), and drifted in and out of sleep. Until, at 1am, I woke up and discovered, literally, TONS of texts on my phone. Mostly from Instagram, having to do with publicity for the online reading of my play, Tell My Bones, which is tomorrow night!!! Yay!

Anyway, in among all the many texts, was a lone Instagram text from an on again/off again love of my life in Rhinebeck NY, wanting me to call him.

Oh my god. How cool, right? (And even though I have a pretty succinct idea about what’s on his mind and why he wants me to call him, I then laid in bed from 1am to about 2:45am, wondering if there would be any way to persuade him to come to Crazeysburg and help me do those repairs to my roof…)

(Yes, that’s how sex-obsessed I am — I’m more interested in my roof!) (Just kidding.) (Not about wanting him to fix my roof, but about the sex-obsessed part. I’m 197.3% sex-obsessed. And about 0.03% roof-obsessed.)

All righty!!

In case you didn’t catch that up above, the online staged reading of my play is tomorrow night — 7pm Eastern time. RSVP here to get the link for the stream. It is FREE!!!

I really, really need you to stream this play, gang. Not just because I hope you’ll enjoy my play, but because I need those “views” to keep producers wanting to produce the play once the fake p*nd*m*c is over in NYC.

In fact, one person in my family who is very close to me, told me that they aren’t interested in theater, but will stream my play on the laptop in the background, just so I can get that page view!

(And I’m totally not making that up. Leave it to someone in your own family to tell you that. But you know, I prefer honesty. If you don’t like theater, but like me and are willing to keep the laptop running while you watch something on your TV… well, you know. Nowadays, honesty is always refreshing.)

So, not only did Nick Cave release the album from his solo concert Idiot Prayer: Nick Cave Alone at Alexandra Palace yesterday — and it is really beautiful, gang.  But also, during the night, they dropped another song from LITANIES — the upcoming album by Nick Cave and Nicholas Lens. This newest piece is titled “Litany of Gathering Up.” And it is stunning. That makes 3 litanies dropped so far and all 3 of them are really just breathtaking.

Idiot Prayer - Wikipedia

L.I.T.A.N.I.E.S pre-order now - Nick Cave

Well, so, today is all about writing that new erotic short story for Volonte in Sweden.  (Today and tomorrow both, probably.)  I’m glad that whatever was weighing on me yesterday has passed now and I will be able to focus on writing today.

(Oh, and btw, the alert of  royalty statements from Amazon also came through during the night, so thank you, gang, for continuing to buy my books, all over the world. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate that.)

Now, I guess, onward to the somewhat promising developments re: the fate of freedom vs. tyranny here in these united States.

I just LOVE this one, and I hope it goes through and becomes a wake-up call to those key tyrannical G*vern*rs all over the country:

Three prominent members of the M*ch*gan State Legislature have introduced articles of impeachment against Gr* tchen Wh*tm*r, the standing g*vern*r of the state.

The articles seek the impeachment of Wh *tm *r on grounds that she has “exceeded her constitutional authority”, regarding her draconian restrictions during the present p*nd*m*c. They also accuse her of “corrupt conduct in office”. An excerpt from the articles follows below:

“Whereas, in responding to the C* VID  p*nd*m*c, Gr* tch*n *. Wh *t  m*r has acted in conflict with her constitutional duties as G*ver n*r. She has exceeded her constitutional authority, violated the constitutional rights of the people of M* ch*g*n, issued orders that are not in the best interests of the people of this state, and used the P*nd*m*c as an opportunity to reward political allies…

[Full article is here.]

You know, people around here are talking about the days of the guillotine during the French Revolution, or hangings during the whole Nazi and Mussolini era, or firing squads during a bunch of other eras. And even though, as an ordained Christian Minister, I don’t believe in the death penalty, I am finally starting to understand the depth of the outrage people feel when the corruption of power devastates their livelihoods, their personal freedoms, and the quality of their lives.

So I’m really hoping that at the very least the possibility of impeachments at the State levels will get some of these abhorrent G*v*rn*rs to wake the fuck up and stop pretending that m* sks work or that their is some terrifying p*nd*m*c going on out there.

They are trashing the economies in their States while living high on the hog themselves. They are bankrupting people. And then unleashing ANT *F* and the dreaded bl*ck l* v*s m*tt*r on anyone who tries to publicly resist.

[From last night]

A group inflicted “wide spread destruction” to businesses in Portland, police in Oregon’s largest city said Saturday.

Two separate groups gathered in Portland on Friday night. One of several dozen, wearing all black, donning helmets, and carrying umbrellas—all hallmarks of the far-left Ant*f* network—walked to the Mexican consulate in the downtown area and vandalized the building, spray painting graffiti on the outside.

The group then went to the new Multnomah County Courthouse nearby and vandalized that…

[The destruction continued all over the city and the details get worse. Full article here.]

(This is the same State where two counties are voting to secede from the State and become part of the State of Idaho because they have a G*v*rn*r who is sitting back and urging all this destruction on — see yesterday’s post.)

The Gestapo's Hell on Earth
It’s not that far away. Eternal vigilance equals freedom.

Only people at risk because of age or other physical complications need to be protected from ALL serious health risks, including C* VID. The rest of the world needs to be un m*sked and free to assemble and go about their daily lives.

    • 2 vaccines that are 95% effective coming in a handful of days.
    • therapeutics that will cure the average person if they catch it
    • 99.997% recovery rate for the average person

Okay, well, on that note, I’m gonna get started here!!

Have a wonderful Saturday, wherever you are in the world.  And don’t forget to RESIST stupidity. Does what you’re hearing make sense? If not… well, hmmm. Resist the urge to believe it. In your hearts, in your minds. Every bit of positive energy going out into the world right now in the name of your own fre* d*m is vitally important.

Okay.

I leave you with a version of Nick Cave’s “The Ship Song” from off of the new Idiot Prayer: Nick Cave Alone at Alexandra Palace. Enjoy. And thanks for visiting, gang. I love you guys. See ya!

Just A Quick Post For Now

I’m not feeling well today, gang, so I will just post some stuff quickly.

Out today! Idiot Prayer Nick Cave Alone at Alexandra Palace — The album!! Download it wherever you get your music!

Idiot Prayer - Wikipedia

Please don’t forget to stream the staged reading of my play, Tell My Bones. Sunday, Nov. 22nd 7pm Eastern time!!

You can visit here and RSVP to get the link. It’s free!!

Okay.

Some headlines of interest:

Two Counties in Oregon (the same State with possible 30 days of jail time for not wearing m* sks ) (which don’t seem to do a darn thing to stop the spread of the v* rus) are voting to secede from the State of Oregon and become part of the State of Idaho. (They don’t say that it’s because their Governor is off-the-charts ins*ne; you have to fill in that part.)

And–

Aren’t you glad you don’t go to this college? A Law Professor there is still oblivious to the facts that there was massive & illegal vote fraud:

University of Illinois Law Professor C* lleen M*rph*, for example, suggested on Nov. 18 (2 days ago) that such a commission is needed because “the uncertainty surrounding the election—both in Tr** p’s refusal to concede and in the rhetoric and unfounded allegations calling into question its integrity—has generated questions and concerns in a lot of people’s minds about whether there will be a peaceful transition of power.”

[Full article here]

And this article, just because m* sks work so darn good!!! (Can you fucking believe it?) (See posts from yesterday re: scientists and doctors worldwide, stating that the p*nd*m*c is a fraud and that the virus is basically a form of the flu…)

And this girl’s dog was illegally registered and voted on an absentee ballot! (Not rigged???!!!) (Aren’t you glad, seriously, that you don’t study Law at the University of Illinois???)

Okay.

Does it Get Any Better Than This???

Well, I sure fucking hope so.

Man!

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…..

It Can't Happen Here: The Nightmare of The Past as Prologue

Fahrenheit 451, the 50th Anniversary Edition: Bradbury, Ray: 9780345342966: Amazon.com: Books

1984 by George Orwell (Signet 26th Printing) – Retro Book Covers

The Master And Margarita,' Influential Russian Novel, Optioned For Feature Film – Deadline

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:

The Matrix - Wikipedia

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.”

[Full article is here.]

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!

When It Doesn’t Make Sense, Follow the $$$

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.

Okay.

Don’t forget that Nick Cave’s album, Idiot Prayer: Nick Cave Alone at Alexandra Palace comes out this Friday!!

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 Pickup by 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

© 2008 Tom Petty

The link below will take you to a MUST-SEE video!!

https://www.foxnews.com/opinion/tucker-carlson-coronavirus-pandemic-lockdowns-great-reset

A Perfect Rainy Day Here in the Hinterlands!

For some reason, the rainy  weather seems to have made me really sleepy today. I’m moving at a snail’s pace here. However, the rain is really lovely to look at, since the autumn leaves are now everywhere.

Laundry is now well underway here, and the morning will be spent going over the edits for “Half-Moon Bride,” so that I can get those back to the publisher ASAP. This will be my first time working with this editor so it will be interesting to see the types of changes they suggest making.

I usually just let editors go with whatever they want (within reason, obviously).  Writing & reading are just so subjective, and I’d much rather that an editor feel okay about seeing my name in their inbox over time. As an editor myself, over the years you start to really appreciate writers who are receptive and not difficult or too opinionated. And in the long run, a word change here or there, a sentence change — it really doesn’t add up to much if it’s a good story to begin with.

That said, though, if an editor is just really horrible to work with from the start then you absolutely need to get out of your contract. Nothing good is likely to come from that relationship, ever.

Okay! So. First off, due to lockdown restrictions, cinemas in Germany, France, Belgium and Italy have had to close again. The Nick Cave website sent out this link this morning so that you can stay updated about when the film version of Idiot Prayer – Nick Cave Alone at Alexandra Palace will be rescheduled in your region.

Crazeysburg is not at all affected by the lockdown. Currently, the active virus cases here are still at zero. We are, however, affected by the fact that there is no cinema anywhere close to us for about 50 miles… so Idiot Prayer – Nick Cave Alone at Alexandra Palace will not be showing here anytime soon, with or without a virus.

I’ll try to stick this in here so that it won’t get flagged  — if you are not accessing a news outlet or a social media platform that is allowing you to keep abreast of Tony Bobulinski, you can always use duck duck go to find out about it. This is a man who is now fearing for his life and the lives of his family. No joke.

All righty!

Back to Nick Cave… He sent out a Red Hand File yesterday that was quite beautiful, about his opinion on the state of the world right now.  You can read it at this link here if you so choose!!

Okay, I guess I better scoot, gang. Sorry this is so short. But it feels like everything is just taking forever around here! And the morning is racing by.

Have a lovely Thursday, wherever you are in the world!! I leave you with something lovely to listen to if you, too, have lovely autumn leaves tumbling down where you reside. Nat King Cole, singing “Autumn Leaves.” (Televised, around 1954 or so.) Listen, dream, enjoy. All righty. I love you guys. See ya!

“Autumn Leaves”

The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold

Since you went away the days grow long
And soon I’ll hear old winter’s song
But I miss you most of all my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall

C’est une chanson, qui nous ressemble
Toi tu m’aimais et je t’aimais
Nous vivions tous, les deux ensemble
Toi que m’aimais moi qui t’aimais
Mais la vie sépare ceux qui s’aiment
Tout doucement sans faire de bruit
Et la mer efface sur le sable les pas des amants désunis

© 1945 Jacques Prévert, Joseph Kosma, Johnny Mercer

Some Awesome Memories!!

Today is the 4th anniversary of Bunny’s passing — she was such a sweet cat. I swear that I still miss her every day.

I went looking for some old photos of her to post to the blog, and I serendipitously (which I don’t think is actually a word) discovered a bunch of photos that I forgot I had.

So it’s Memory Day again, here in Marilyn’s Room!!

First of all, I found a wonderful photo of Paul at Christmas, 1996. Paul was my best friend who died, whom I blogged about yesterday.

Paul at Christmas, 1996

He was already really sick here, but you can see that even while he was dying, he was just such a good-natured human being.

Here are two photos of Bunny right after I rescued her and her brother, Buster, from a NYC cat shelter in Times Square. They were a few months old already when I adopted them. Bunny is the larger cat, Buster, was the grey and white cat. I loved both of them so much, it was almost unbelievable.

Bunny and Buster on the dining room table on West End Avenue, NYC.

 

Wayne was not happy that I adopted two cats to replace Kitty after she died. But the rescue place wanted me to have this brother & sister pair, even though I had gone in to adopt a different cat. They insisted that I have these two instead and they wound up being such a joy to me.

Buster & Bunny in the nursery.

When Wayne and I thought we were having a baby, we decorated the nursery.  But no babies came, so it eventually turned into my office. So my office on West End Avenue was half-nursery. This is right after Bunny & Buster were adopted.

Our house from 1964-1966

 

I could not believe I found this photo!! This is the house my family lived in from 1964-1966, in Cleveland. I took the photo decades after we lived there, but this was our house! I have so many memories from this house. I could write an entire book just about that. I found out years later that both of my parents disliked this house, but my dad bought it because it was really close to the school — just down the block. And both me and my older brother started school when we lived here.

The house Mikey Rivera and I lived in together.

I did not even remember that I had this photo!! Mikey Rivera and I were going to buy this house in Easton, Pennsylvania. It was owned by a priest who rented it out. We were “renting to own” when my mom got sick and we wound up moving back to Ohio. We lived in it for 6 months.

My office in that house.

This was my office in that house. The house was really old — well over 100 years old. I edited a couple of anthologies in this office and wrote a few short stories, but didn’t live there long enough to write much more than that.

My office in the apartment in Pennsylvania.

This was my “office” in the apartment Mikey & I rented when we left NYC together, before we moved into that house above. We rented a small one-bedroom apartment in an old Victorian house that was on the Delaware River in Pennsylvania, in the foothills of the Pocono Mountains. We were less than 2 hours from NYC, so it was an ideal location. I could easily go back & forth to Manhattan to meet with publishers and other writers, etc., and Mikey could go visit his son, who was only about 6 years old (!!) at the time. (He’s now well out of college…).

My “office” was in a corner of the living room. He and I lived there for 3 years. I wrote 3 novels in that little corner — including Freak Parade, which I wrote about Mikey Rivera. I also wrote three novellas and many, many short stories in that little corner. I also edited 4 fiction anthologies. All in that little corner. I was extremely creative there.

Naturally, Mikey and I shared the tiny apartment with Buster & Bunny! And according to my lease, I was only allowed to have one cat. So we always had to hide Buster from the landlord. Luckily, the two cats looked enough alike, that if one would sit in the front window, you couldn’t really tell if it was a different cat. The only problem was to never let both cats sit in the front window at the same time. The landlord only lived a couple blocks away, so I was constantly worrying that he was going to see both cats at the same time. Luckily, my little desk was not far from the window, because I mean it was a constant chore to keep both of them out of that window at the same time. (It was a beautiful bay window, looking out over the river.)

Okay! That’s my little trip down Memory Lane for today.

Well, the podcast recording went very well yesterday, although I barely even mentioned The Guitar Hero Goes Home! We talked about a bunch of other stuff, instead. Mostly the state of the erotica publishing industry now compared with its heyday, when we all first met.  (Me, M. Christian, and Ralph Greco, Jr.) I will let you know when you can listen to it on YouTube.

And today, I am feeling better all the way around. The bruise on my thigh is a hideous mass of vibrant colors now, but almost all the pain is completely gone. And this evening, I’m meeting Kevin, the director of my play, for dinner, so I’m really looking forward to a chance to get out and socialize again. Yay!! And we’ll be discussing all the things that are going on with my play, so I’m very eager to hear about all that.

Nick Cave’s official web site sent out an email this morning, announcing the screening dates for the extended film version of  Idiot Prayer – Nick Cave Alone at Alexandra Palace. To purchase tickets, you can locate your area here. (I think. I might have just given you the link that says you can’t yet buy tickets to see the film in Crazeysburg, but I’ve been assured the film is coming here soon!) (Just kidding, of course. Nothing comes to Crazeysburg!!)

Okay, that’s it!! Have a terrific Friday, wherever you are in the world.  Thanks for visiting, gang. I leave you with “Euthanasia,” the new song by Nick Cave, which is in that film mentioned above.  Enjoy. I love you guys. See ya!

It Was Just One of Those Days Here in Crazeysburg!

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!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Still Alive & Well!!

Yes! I am talking about the petunias!

There is a layer of frost on my grown-up car this morning. There is frost on the rooftops. Frost on the lawns and on all the autumn leaves lying all over the lawns. And yet, the petunias are doing just fine.

I guess it has to be a real killer “killer frost” to faze these petunias.

So that was a sort of little happy burst of wonder when I went downstairs for breakfast this morning at 4am.

I also saw that another new song was dropped for the upcoming album, Idiot Prayer: Nick Cave Alone at Alexandra Palace. And this one is actually a new song — “Euthanasia.” It was in my Amazon music library this morning. I just love this song. It is so pretty.

And while I’m thinking of it, I forgot to post yesterday that Nick Cave sent out another Red Hand File on Thursday that was very interesting, regarding a reader’s concerns about Narcotics Anonymous and stemming the seemingly endless tide of heroin addiction. You can read it here.

And also this morning, someone from Europe that I follow on Instagram, who only posts photos and quotes (in English) of various  writers and poets from all over the world, asked if he could quote me on his page today. I was so flattered. In all honesty, I love his page because I have found out about some really interesting writers and poets from South America and Europe by following his page.

He quoted from the ending of Neptune & Surf, and I sent him a photo of me, taken by Valerie while we were at Coney Island. This was during the years that I was actually writing Neptune & Surf. (N & S takes place on Coney Island in 1955.) (The photo is from 1994 or 1995.)

Since I now know how to capture people’s Instagram feeds, I share it with you here. (I really was so touched, gang.)

So my morning has been off to a pretty good start around here today.

I’m planning on just spending the day working on the new erotic short story, “Novitiate.” I’m at one of those junctures where the story begins to just go off the charts in terms of the eroticism, so it requires 110,000,000 % of my concentration.  (Luckily, I’m not prone to exaggerate, otherwise I’d probably throw some really huge number out there…)

Okay, now, on a more serious note.  I have to very soberly question what’s up with the new Tom Petty album — Wild Flowers & All the Rest. Slavish devotee of Tom Petty’s that I am, he (and Rick Rubin, the producer) had said over the years that there were something like 25 additional songs that were not included on the original album, but that Tom Petty had wanted to release on a follow-up to Wildflowers some day.

And this new album has been touted for many, many months (years?) as that album. However, even while there are 54 (!!) songs on this new album, there are only 6 (!!) songs on this collection that I would consider to be actually new, never-heard-before songs.

There are many songs that are never-before-heard versions of songs we already know — meaning they are his home demos. Or perhaps songs with their original lyrics, that wound up changing when the songs were eventually released on other albums. Or “live” versions of songs, etc.

But there are only 6 songs that I don’t recall ever hearing before, ever.  So where are the other 19 or so “brand new songs”?

I’m wondering if, next October, when we once more commemorate the anniversary of his death, they will be releasing the all-new Oops We Forgot to Include These follow-up to the follow-up of Wildflowers

I’m not 100% super happy about this, gang.

Anyway.  On we go, right?

Okay, sometime next week, I think I will finally be a guest on one of M. Christian’s podcasts (he co-hosts two podcasts), discussing The Guitar Hero Goes Home, and probably also talking positively about sex-positive topics. I will keep you posted!! I will try hard to speak like a grown-up. We shall see if I succeed or not. (Although I have already told them I will discuss anything except politics and the virus. So I’m not sure if there are any grown-up topics left…)

Regardless, I’m excited!!

Okay, let me get started here, folks. I hope you have a great Saturday underway, wherever you are in the world! I leave you with my breakfast-listening music from this morning. I was once again back to More of The Monkees! This one, another great tune penned by Mike Nesmith, a member of the group, “The Kind of Girl I Could Love”.  I truly love this song, it is so upbeat (well, I love the whole album). Play it loud. And enjoy. Thanks for visiting, gang. I love you guys. See ya!!

“The Kind Of Girl I Could Love”

Girl, you look mighty good to me
And I know that you’ve got to be
The kind of girl I could love.

You’ve got the sweetest pair of eyes
And your kiss would be paradise
The kind of girl I could love.

You do something to my soul
That no one’s ever done.
If you’re looking for true love
Then let me be the one.

Girl, deep in my soul I’m sure
And my heart has no doubt that you’re
The kind of girl I could love.
The kind of girl I could love.
[Repeat and fade]

© 1967 Michael Nesmith, Roger Atkins

I Found A Little Tiny Place That Saved Me

Finally. I found a teeny-tiny link that would let me access the classic editor.

To be fair-ish, I think that WordPress thinks there are readily accessed links to get to the old editor but none of those links worked.  Hence, my complete meltdown this morning, after clicking link after link after link…

But anyway. For now, I have my blog back and I cannot imagine why anyone on Earth thinks the new editor is easier to use than this older one is.

I’m going to try to have a good day here. But it’s sort of been a battle since waking up this morning. Regardless of the whole blog incident. Trying to see certain people in the best light. Trying to just have faith, trust that things will go in the best direction for everyone even if it means letting them go, try not to think that people you rely on to be decent and be your “friend” totally have their own interests at heart.

That kind of of thing.

Most days, I can handle it, because it’s called “life”. Other days, it adds to the piles of straw that breaks the wee bonny camel’s back.

The bright spot on the horizon today is that I’m having lunch with the director of my play, Tell My Bones, and I am really, really looking forward to being in the presence of another human being. (And a human being who has actually been really, really supportive of me from day one.) As I said yesterday, it’s been 3 months now since I’ve seen anyone that I actually know. (Texting and talking on the telephone is great but it doesn’t actually count, you know?)

I do like living in the middle of nowhere, gang, but I don’t like having no meaningful or even just fun interactions with human beings. It is going on 7 months now, this whole virus thing. (As if you didn’t know.) And even though I know that for a few people I know, the virus has caused them to be in really close quarters with people they love or are married to and it has driven the relationships to the breaking point — it’s still people to interact with!!!!

All I have are cats — and they aren’t even domestic cats.  So, basically, they all run away from me when I enter a room (unless it’s time to eat). Sometimes, it just feels like too much. That this virus crap is never gonna end.

Okay. Onward from that.

This is not actually a topic that is any cheerier, but I did see the results a survey this week, of 20,000 American college students regarding their thoughts on freedom of speech & expression, and tolerance vs. intolerance, violence as a suitable option against people who disagree with you, and how your specific University handles all that.

The majority of students who responded said they felt they did not feel comfortable expressing themselves to other students or to faculty. Which is so sad. The worst colleges for safe self-expression tended to be Liberal ones, as well as in the Ivy League.

The University of Chicago got the highest rating for protecting the rights of its students & faculty, though.

But what I found really interesting — and not in a good way — when it came to intolerance of other students and faculty, liberal female students were the worst offenders, followed closely by LGBTQ+ students.

Intolerance is just an outcropping of fear. So this sort of shows that we haven’t made any real progress at all in “equality,” have we? We just somehow managed to instill in liberal women and people who identify as LGBTQ+  (these are both categories that I fit into, btw) that intolerance and violence are the necessary means for shutting people down who threaten your sense of yourself.

It is just amazing to me. And it’s also been interesting to see, over this summer of all these riots, looting, hate, anarchy, etc., that young conservative female students who have spoken out all seem to be much more emotionally centered, self-confident, and tolerant. So, everything from the “old days” seems to have reversed.

It’s just very, very interesting.

Okay. So. More “coming soon” things on Nick Cave’s Cave Things that are really cool!! You might want to go check them out. My favorite thing so far is a china milk jug!! However, me thinks it will once again be way, way, way out of my price range, but do not let this deter you!!

And also something that is sort of related, but not really — Warren Ellis and Blixa Bargeld are now both on Instagram!

All righty. That’s really kind of it here today. Due to my time-consuming meltdown here this morning, I have not yet done yoga. So I want to get going with that and then get a little writing done before heading out to meet Kevin for lunch.

It is indeed the 3rd anniversary of Tom Petty’s death today.  What I prefer to focus on is that new album of his coming out in 2 weeks. They’ve dropped another new song, his own demo version of “Leave Virginia Alone,” which was a hit for Rod Stewart. (I pre-ordered the album, of course, so I get all the songs as they drop. I also pre-ordered Bruce Springsteen’s new one, Letter to You, and of course Nick Cave’s new one, Idiot Prayer: Nick Cave Alone at Berlin Alexanderplatz.) (Just kidding — it’s Nick Cave Alone at Alexandra Palace.)

However, all that said, I have decided to leave you with my breakfast-listening music from today, a very old Rolling Stones song, “You Better Move On.”  I have loved it since I was a wee bonny girl. (Released in the UK in 1964, and in the USA in 1965, on their album December’s Children.) It was written by Arthur Alexander.

Okay. Enjoy. And thanks for visiting. I realize some of you have visited 3 times already this morning (!!) — I deleted the meltdown entries, though, and this is the official entry for today. So thanks for visiting. I love you guys. See ya.