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

November 25, 2020 marilyn jaye lewis 2 Comments

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Okay.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

November 24, 2020 marilyn jaye lewis 6 Comments

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

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

But the reading was quite a success.

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

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

Okay.

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

Yippee Ki Yi Yay!!!

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

But before I go…

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

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

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

I kid you the fuck not.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

November 17, 2020 marilyn jaye lewis Leave a comment

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

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

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

Ooops!!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

99% of C* VID cases recover.

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

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

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

Also —

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

https://rumble.com/embed/v8jnzp/?pub=3r2t9

Dear Diary, Tell America Not to Lose Heart

November 13, 2020 marilyn jaye lewis 3 Comments

Yes, that’s right! I raked leaves yesterday!! Ten bags’ worth and yet there are easily ten more bags’ worth of leaves to be raked, but since those are in my grass and not on the public sidewalk, I’m done raking…

But it was a really beautiful day yesterday and it was really nice to be outside. And since I love my maple tree almost as much as I love my own life, it was kind of nice to be on such intimate terms with its fallen leaves, knowing more leaves will come in the Spring.

For those readers who are struggling to find the actual news here in America, it will give you courage to know that, in line with “Operation C*VID Panic,” Europeans are not simply rolling over and playing dead and passively going into lockdown.

Non-American mainstream media details it here, here and there are videos of this, as well, if you search for them without the use of go*gle and you tube.

And in keeping with attempts at “Operation C*VID Panic” here in the US, the usual suspects are trying hard to push people indoors. Isolate them. Fill them with fear, etc.

Yes, it is starting to look like C*VID is being used to control the masses…

Watch out for Ticketmaster, gang. I’m just sayin’…

And if you haven’t already noticed, your latest IOS iPhone update came complete with a C*VID tracker…

The good news, of course, is that the d*minion voter machine fraud will likely put a lot of people in prison. Maybe even the b*g g*y himself. Won’t that be a great day?

I feel sad for members of my family and one of my closest friends, though, because they honestly still believe the vote was fair & square and that Biden is the next President.

They honestly believe this because they won’t give up on mainstream media.

I think it’s alarming that 99.9% of those family members are gay. In my opinion, since they are kindhearted, they have been brainwashed. They likely do not even know that Tr*mp had the very first openly gay cabinet member in US history — Richard Grenell. Or that record numbers of LGBTQ voters switched to Trump in 2020.

Everything lies so heavily on which news outlets you watch. Which browsers you use. Which social media accounts you cling to…

I still love Instagram, but as I said the other day, I try to stay apolitical on there myself, and when I do post political comments, I am subversive about it and try not to explain what I actually mean. I use it as a camouflaged outlet for my rage. But I am indeed noticing that 99% of the conservatives I follow on Instagram are either not posting, or getting blocked.

Which do you think is the likelier scenario?

Anyway. On we go,

If you didn’t see this announcement, from Tr*mp’s office yesterday: One county in Michigan, alone –234 pages of sworn affidavits of voter fraud, including:

- EYEWITNESS saw a batch of ballots where 60% of them had the SAME signature
- EYEWITNESS saw a batch of ballots scanned 5 times
- EYEWITNESS saw 35 ballots counted that were NOT connected to a voter record
- EYEWITNESS saw poll workers marking ballots with NO mark for candidates
- VOTER said deceased son was recorded as voting TWICE
- EYEWITNESS said provisional ballots were placed in the tabulation box
- FAILED software that caused an error in Antrim County used in Wayne County
- Republican challengers not readmitted but Democrats admitted
- Republican challengers physically pushed from counting tables by officials
- Democrats gave out packet: “Tactics to Distract Republican Challengers”
- Republican challenges to suspect ballots ignored

And then this, from Yahoo’s news just now:

Trump and his followers are on the ‘crazy train’ with unhinged election conspiracies, Republican congressman says

And keep in mind that being a traitor to your country is a federal offense. Again — can you say prison, anyone?

But millions of Americans are in fact not stupid, and are leaving mainstream media and heading to Parler and rumble and other options not controlled by b*g t*ch.

And, yes, there are very interesting videos posted below, from last night’s listening, in case you’re interested. It will make your hair stand on end. (I’ve added Praying Medic now, too. Unreal.)

And the trucks and cars zooming by on the very brief Bongino Report (different from Dan Bongino’s podcast) — those are people heading to the huge Tr*mp rally in DC this weekend. The very same rally that the media is trying to block from the public’s awareness.

They don’t want anyone to know there is a rally to support Tr*mp and they aren’t going to air it, that’s for sure. (That would be like people wanting to gather for the Queen of England, for some reason, and all the news media outlets trying hard to keep that information from everyone.)

Tr*mp is still the President of the United States. It’s almost like it’s illegal now to support him. Coup d’etat. anyone??

If you don’t think that this is scary shit, gang, then you’re still sound asleep. I will wait patiently for you to wake up, stretch a little bit, and get your coffee…

Okay!! Rehearsals for the reading of my play, Tell My Bones, continue today, with the first rehearsal of the entire play, start to finish. I’m supposed to jump in there at some point and introduce myself to the cast and crew, but I’m not sure yet how that is supposed to happen. Part of the rehearsals are on zoom, part are on streamyard.

However it happens, the very, very good news is that I washed my hair…

All righty. That’s it for now. I’m gonna get this gorgeous day underway here. I hope you have a great Friday, wherever you are in the world. Thanks for visiting, gang. I love you guys. See ya.

“Red Right Hand”

Take a little walk to the edge of town
and go across the tracks
Where the viaduct looms,
like a bird of doom
As it shifts and cracks
Where secrets lie in the border fires,
in the humming wires
Hey man, you know
you’re never coming back
Past the square, past the bridge,
past the mills, past the stacks
On a gathering storm comes
a tall handsome man
in a dusty black coat with
a red right handHe’ll wrap you in his arms,
tell you that you’ve been a good boy
He’ll rekindle all the dreams
it took you a lifetime to destroy
He’ll reach deep into the hole,
heal your shrinking soul,
but there won’t be a single thing
that you can do
He’s a god, he’s a man,
he’s a ghost, he’s a guru
They’re whispering his name
through this disappearing land
But hidden in his coat
is a red right hand

You don’t have no money?
He’ll get you some
You don’t have no car?
He’ll get you one
You don’t have no self-respect,
you feel like an insect
Well don’t you worry buddy,
’cause here he comes
Through the ghettos and the barrio
and the bowery and the slum
A shadow is cast wherever he stands
Stacks of green paper in his
red right hand

You’ll see him in your nightmares,
you’ll see him in your dreams
He’ll appear out of nowhere but
he ain’t what he seems
You’ll see him in your head,
on the TV screen
And hey buddy, I’m warning
you to turn it off
He’s a ghost, he’s a god,
he’s a man, he’s a guru
You’re one microscopic cog
in his catastrophic plan
Designed and directed by
his red right hand

https://rumble.com/embed/v8ghkj/?pub=3r2t9

Happy Rainy Veteran’s Day in Crazeysburg!!

November 11, 2020 marilyn jaye lewis 2 Comments

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Okay, so.

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

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

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

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

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

Okay!! GREAT NEWS!!

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

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

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

Well, all righty.

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

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

“The Last DJ”

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

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

Happy Election Vote Fraud Lawsuit Day!!!

November 9, 2020 marilyn jaye lewis 1 Comment

I won’t dwell on all this election stuff every single day, but if you don’t live in America, it might be of interest to you to learn that a huge segment of Americans have no clue that Biden did not actually win the election yet.

It’s insane, isn’t it? The power of Big Media to lull otherwise well-meaning people into a deep coma?

The lawsuits that are getting filed today don’t mean that Trump will automatically win; it means they will expose the amount of voter fraud that took place in the wee small hours of election night, once it seemed like Trump was winning key cities by huge margins of votes.

That’s what the “urban vote dump” refers to — if you’ve seen that term in the news. Certain key cities literally stopped counting votes when Trump got too far ahead, and then a mysteriously enormous number of mail-in ballots, all of them voting exclusively for Biden, suddenly appeared in each of those key cities.

Urban Vote Dump. Our new wildly popular method of vote fraud.

That’s a large part of what the lawsuits are about, in addition to other serious problems regarding how the votes are getting counted “in secret” and/or making it difficult if not impossible for Republicans to view the actual ballots that are being re-counted (sometimes needing binoculars to try to see the ballots from across the room! — no joke.)

Sadly, though, ask any person who voted for Biden and most of them will likely have no clue this is going on, and they believe Biden won, fair and square. And they still believe the DNC is still the feel-good, huge-hearted, “People’s” Party from yesteryear, but sadly it absolutely is not.

But that’s how bad the news media is over here: Declare Biden the winner, on a Saturday afternoon, right before the lawsuits are scheduled to be filed in court first thing Monday morning.

I call it: “Look at the bight shiny object and not at what’s happening over there.”

Okay! Well, I guess we shall all see what we shall see.

Yesterday, was the most amazingly glorious day! So sunny and warm. Just lovely.

Late morning, I took a walk and wound up in a section of Crazeysburg where I’d never been before and, wow, was it cool. Large old houses with big porches — out of the 19-teens and 1920s. Really beautiful old homes.

The (newer) old elementary school is over there, too — it’s used as a food bank a few times a week now because of COVID (free food for the people who are struggling right now). But the school is in really good shape, just a little too small so they built a new one around the corner. But the old one is right out of 1950s America. It is just like the elementary schools I went to up in Cleveland in the 1960s. It brought back so many memories.

I couldn’t go inside it because it was locked on Sunday, but I sat on a bench outside and from there, I could see way off into the foothills that are covered with trees. A lot of the trees still have their fall leaves on them, although most of the trees are bare. But what a stunning vista. And there was a tree there in front of the school’s front doors, planted in memory of one of teachers, back in 1994. It’s some sort of fruit tree — maybe a crab apple? So I’m guessing it blossoms really colorfully in the Spring. I’ll have to remember to check it out next year.

Then later in the day, I was outside taking care of — yes! — the petunias that are still blooming on my kitchen porch and who do you think roared past my house several times on a Harley motorcycle while I was out there? Yes! The really cute older blonde guy — the one who was working on the engine of that white pickup truck the other day, who tooted the horn at me when I walked past.

The first time he rode by, he didn’t see me but he saw me puttering with the flowers on his return trip, so he swung back around again, and then slowed down and looked right at me and I smiled and then he roared his engine really loud and zoomed off.

It was so cool!! Made my day. I can’t figure out how old he is. He looks like maybe he’s in his late 30s or early 40s. But knowing my track record with men, he’s probably only 28 but spent the last 10 years in a maximum security prison for Murder in the First Degree, so he looks a lot older…

(God, I wish I was just kidding!!) (About my track record, I mean.)

Anyway. I don’t know his name or anything like that, just the amazing house he lives in across the street, where something like 4 people appear to live. I don’t know if he’s married to the blonde woman there or what is going on . But he’s cute and he noticed that I was alive, which is basically a miracle.

So it was a good day.

And today is going to be another stunning day, but we are getting close to those freezing temperatures again — by the end of the week. So this is that last breath of a “second summer.”

Over the weekend, rehearsals began for the two child actors who are in the staged reading of my play, Tell My Bones. Tonight is the official rehearsal for the entire cast (it all takes place on Zoom, though.) I won’t be tuning in to a rehearsal until Friday, though — after they’ve all had a chance to really get into their parts, etc. I’m very, very excited.

Thursday night, I will check in on another tech meeting, but I will stay off camera and just listen, because they don’t really need my input on any of that.

And please don’t forget to register for the link to watch it!! It’s free! (And please ignore the typo on that postcard — we fixed it before it went to print.)

All right, guys. I’m gonna get started here. I hope you have a great Monday underway, wherever you are in the world!! Thanks for visiting, gang!

Today, I leave you with my listening-music from last night: “Sweetheart Come” (2001) from the Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds record, No More Shall We Part. A beautiful love song. Listen, fall in love, enjoy. Okay. I love you guys. See ya!

“Sweetheart Come”

Come over here, babe
It ain’t that bad
I don’t claim to understand
The troubles that you’ve had
But the dogs you say they fed you to
Lay their muzzles in your lap
And the lions that they led you to
Lie down and take a nap
The ones you fear are wind and air
And I love you without measure
It seems we can be happy now
Be it better late than never

Sweetheart, come
Sweetheart, come
Sweetheart, come
Sweetheart, come to me

The burdens that you carry now
Are not of your creation
So let’s not weep for their evil deeds
But for their lack of imagination
Today’s the time for courage, babe
Tomorrow can be for forgiving
And if he touches you again with his stupid hands
His life won’t be worth living

Sweetheart, come
Sweetheart, come
Sweetheart, come
Sweetheart, come to me

Walk with me now under the stars
For it’s a clear and easy pleasure
And be happy in my company
For I love you without measure
Walk with me now under the stars
It’s a safe and easy pleasure
It seems we can be happy now
It’s late but it ain’t never
It’s late but it ain’t never
It’s late but it ain’t never

The Best Way to Live Life!

November 6, 2020 marilyn jaye lewis Leave a comment

Yes, I mean, of course — don’t watch the news!

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…

Yesterday Was Odd Here in Crazeysburg

October 30, 2020 marilyn jaye lewis Leave a comment

As my lofty post from yesterday indicated, my day started off with a weird tired sort of energy and it just never got better.

And then, quite suddenly — in one of those oh fuck!! kind of head-slapping moments — I remembered I was meeting Kevin, the director of Tell My Bones, for dinner last night!

I was just so tired and so out of sorts. I texted him to see if we were still “on” since the weather was so cold and rainy. And he said “Yes! Definitely!” So…

I washed my hair, put on my eye makeup. Wore something that was actually pretty and not my usual baggy-this and baggy-that, which I hang out in all day when I’m at home. But I was still in a really worn-out frame of mind. And the drive to Lucky Bamboo, where we were meeting for dinner, was 25 miles away, on a dark, rainy, highway, etc.

But once I got to the restaurant and saw Kevin, my whole mood changed. I snapped right out of whatever it was that was weighing me down. And we had a really great time.

Plus, he had a coffee mug made for me, with a painting by Helen LaFrance on it!! I was so thrilled!!

The painting goes all the way around the cup, but I couldn’t figure out the best way to photograph it.

Anyway, you can maybe see that it is a really bright and cheery mug, with perfect fall colors. Plus, it’s Helen’s art. I was just so delighted.

So, my whole mood shifted, just having someone fun to talk to, and also we talked mostly about how the staged reading of the play is shaping up, so it was just a really great evening.

And then I got home and discovered that the podcast I did with M. Christian and Ralph Greco Jr. was now “live”.

I have NOT had a chance to listen to it yet, gang. But it is posted below. My interview is approx. the first 45 minutes. And I was really, seriously touched by what they had to say on their blog last night:

MJL is the bomb! She was so warm, welcoming, and fun to talk with; Chris and I couldn’t have asked for a bigger star and a nicer guest!

Obviously, it was a really nice perk to end my evening by. And I want to stress again, that we really just ended up chatting. It’s a very informal interview. And I have no real recollection of everything we talked about, but I will find out when I listen to it!!

Oh, and then, as I was posting a photo of my new coffee cup to my Instagram Stories last night, I suddenly saw that George Vjestica had been looking at my Stories. I cannot even imagine why. I have followed him for years on Instagram, but I have no clue why he suddenly was looking at my Stories. I’m guessing he was extremely bored and just scrolling all over Instagram, looking up all the various people who “like” his posts.. (He is the guitar player for Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds.)

So the evening had a much better energy than the rest of the day had.

And today is another dark, rainy, cold autumn day here. I’m guessing the kids around this whole area are a little depressed because I think they had to cancel “trick or treat” last night because of the weather. Here in Crazyesburg, though, they do the “trick or treat” thing on the actual night of Halloween — like you’re supposed to do!! So here in Crazeysburg the kids will probably be happy, since tomorrow, the weather is supposed to be splendid. (Another reason why Crazeysburg is the Land that Time Forgot… It is so traditional here and everyone just seems to be really happy about that.)

All righty. Well. I am going to close this. Get my day started and maybe listen to that podcast — or I might wait until later, when I can actually relax. First thing in the morning is not usually the best time to get my complete attention.

And so, I leave you with my breakfast-listening music from today, another Monkees song. This one has been playing in my head for several mornings running when I first wake up, so I finally stuck it in the CD player today. And it was actually my older brother’s favorite Monkees’ song when we were little. There are a lot of horns on this one — “Listen to the Band” from The Monkees Present (1969). Another one sung and written by band-member Mike Nesmith. Okay! Thanks for visiting, gang. I hope you have a really nice Friday underway, regardless of any weather. I love you guys. See ya!!

“Listen To The Band”

Hey, hey, mercy woman, plays a song and no one listens,
I need help I’m falling again.

Play the drum a little louder,
Tell me I can live without her
If I only listen to the band.

Listen to the band!

Weren’t they good, they made me happy.
I think I can make it alone.

Oh, mercy woman, plays a song and no one listens,
I need help I’m falling again.

Play the drum a little bit louder,
Tell them they can live without her
If they only listen to the band.

Listen to the band!

Now weren’t they good, they made me happy.
I think I can make it alone.

Oh, woman, plays a song and no one listens,
I need help I’m falling again.

C’mon, play the drums just a little bit louder,
Tell us we can live without her
Now that we have listened to the band.

Listen to the band!

Day #2 On the CBD Oil !!

October 14, 2020 marilyn jaye lewis 5 Comments

The neck pain is absolutely gone. Yay. And I’m not quite as “relaxed” as I was yesterday morning, but I am still very relaxed and in an incredibly great mood. So we’ll just see how it progresses.

Anything to stay off of Advil and Tylenol.

The best news of all, though, is that we FINALLY have the cover art fixed for The Guitar Hero Goes Home, and the formatting is also fixed. So that didn’t take too long, right? Just a couple of fucking months.

But I am just so happy, gang. Even though the eBook has been fine from the beginning, I am finally feeling like the “book” is actually done. Another “baby” alive in the world for me. To live indefinitely. I never get tired of that feeling.

The first time I went from being published in underground zines, to being published in an actual book, was when I sold the story “The Birthday Party” to Masquerade for an anthology called The Unmade Bed (1997):

And I was so excited. What an incredible thrill. And it wasn’t my best story — it was really tame compared to what I normally write — but it did seem to be popular, and it went on to get published a few more times over the years. But I can’t remember where. I know Alyson Tyler published it in The Happy Birthday Book of Erotica, or something like that. And it’s in one of the Muse Revisited collections.

(I’m a really great sales person, aren’t I? “It’s out there somewhere, all you have to do is find it. Let me know how it goes.”)

When my first book came out, (Neptune & Surf, also from Masquerade), I was over the moon!! And since for whatever reason, Wayne (my husband at the time) wasn’t willing to celebrate with me, I went out for drinks with Christy Cassidy and Nan Kinny — and Nan was one of my absolute heroes, a true role model for me. I just loved her. (She’s not dead, they just moved away and I haven’t seen either of them in ages.) Nan was one of the founders of the legendary On Our Backs magazine, the first hardcore dyke BDSM porn magazine. It was out of San Francisco. And I just worshiped her and what she had accomplished with that magazine.

Anyway, Christy and Nan were both really happy for me. And it was the very best feeling, having a book come out. And I never get tired of the feeling, gang. I absolutely never do.

Although, one thing I will say is that, usually, no one celebrates with me. The only people who are excited for me are people who are colleagues in some way — in the industry. “Regular” people — friends and family –always distance themselves from my books. Even people that I’m very close to — friends/lovers who might have stories or whole books dedicated to them, or serve as the inspiration for some of my early stories. No one wants to be publicly connected to what I write. Which makes me sad, but I’ve gotten used to it. And I find ways to celebrate on my own. So this is how I celebrated last night!! (We’re drinking CBD tea!!) (Just kidding…)

Okay!!

So. I’m going to get started here. It is a really lovely fall day here in Crazeysburg. I hope it’s equally lovely wherever you are in the world today! Thanks for visiting. I’m leaving you with two things — the same song, but two different titles, and two different singers. “Weeping Annaleah” by Tom Jones, and “Sleeping Annaleah” by Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds. (A song written by the great Mickey Newbury and Dan Folger.) Contrast and compare!! And enjoy. All righty. Have a great day, wherever you are! I love you guys. See ya.

Goodness Gracious!

October 13, 2020 marilyn jaye lewis Leave a comment

Yesterday, I was having some minor pain issues in my neck and that hip joint again, so rather than take Tylenol or Advil, which I hate to take, I decided to try CBD oil for the first time.

Well, it actually works just fine as a pain medication but, man, does it relax me. (Translation: I don’t feel like doing a fucking thing!)

I’m not sure if I’ll take it again, or not. I guess we’ll just wait until I get more pain issues, since it does indeed work for pain. But me feeling truly relaxed is not a sight that is often seen…

So I got nothing done on the new erotic short story yesterday (“Novitiate”). I hope today will yield even a tiny bit more than that! We shall see.( I’m still feeling rather relaxed and I took the CBD oil yesterday.)

I did get a sample of what the postcard announcing the reading of my play is going to look like, though. It’s different from the other image I posted recently (I see there is a typo, so ignore that):

The “New Heritage” group is the Harlem production company. So I’m excited, gang!!

And I also found this exciting, although it has nothing to do with me. The discovery of a 2000-year-old mikveh (Jewish ritual bath) in the Lower Galilee — this is from the Second Temple Period in Israel, the time of Jesus. And of course the Galilee was the area Jesus practiced in. You can read the details of the excavation by the Israel Antiquities Authority here. The mikveh is in the lower right hand corner. It was found on the property of a 2000-year-old farm.

Okay, well, there is absolutely nothing else going on here right now because I am sort of in la-la land. I’m hoping this will change at any moment!!

Meanwhile, I’ll close this and drink some more coffee and stare.

I hope you have a terrific Tuesday, whatever you’re doing and wherever you are in the world. Thanks for visiting!! I leave you with a song I was thinking about here this morning. I’ve posted it on the blog before, but here it is again. Sometimes I take this song really personally: “Waiting for You” from the Ghosteen album by Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds (2019). Lyrics are in the video. So listen (and read along) and enjoy!! I love you guys. See ya.