Notice of Compulsory Illumination

– POSTED –
NOTICE OF COMPULSORY ILLUMINATION

Thank you for demonstrating your knowledge of the English language. By continuing to read this Notice, you hereby agree to be bound henceforth by the following terms and conditions:

1. You agree not to allow others to do your thinking for you. This includes making the assumption that the opinions expressed by newscasters, editors and pundits from media outlets large or small, “Conservative” or “Liberal,” are your own opinions.

2. You agree that you will not necessarily want to buy something just because there is a commercial for it on TV.

3. You agree that advancement in life is not synonymous with a fattening bank account.

4. You agree that your beliefs are not inherently more valuable than other, even conflicting, beliefs held by other people. You agree that you have neither an obligation nor a license to decide what is best for others.

5. You agree not to obey laws simply because they are on the books. Rather, you shall question the moral authority behind every legislative endeavor of every government. This point is inclusive of your responsibility not to wait for unjust laws to be repealed before violating them.

6. You agree to engage in activities resulting in excessive amounts of paperwork for “Authority Figures.” This is to slow the bastards’ march toward totalitarianism, as well as to discourage them from pursuing any further their career in being a pain in your ass.

7. You hereby deauthorize and denounce any notion you have until now espoused which furthers in your mind the idea that the State is your Protector, because it is, in all truth, the opposite.


Remember, Citizen: your compliance is not only requested, but is enforceable under this and other Agreements, regardless of whether you are aware of them or not, or whether you have already agreed or have yet to agree to them.

The alt-right after Nov. 8, 2016

Tell me, who doesn’t like fried frog legs?

pepes-looking-good

15 Years On

 In the 15 years since the Towers fell, and over 3,000 people from around the World perished, I’m still there to a certain extent. Traveling under Fulton St on the 4 express to Bowling Green retriggered my then in-remission asthma. So, the day & it’s aftermath will always be part of me. 

I wrote this one week after the Towers fell, and I was able to get off of Staten Island via the Ferry:

     In the World of the Discordian, I would hazard that as of 9/11/01, we have left the Age of Bureaucracy, and entered the Age of Aftermath…

     Sept 18, 2001 (Rosh HaShanah) I wrote:

     A week ago, while trying to capture the remnants of Dreams, the phone rang. “Kelly, it’s Carl. the World Trade Center collapsed.” and with those words, everything changed. I turned on the radio and listened. Carl and I talked about what happened, about the safety of his family when he said: “The other Tower just collapsed. I gotta go.” He had watched it all from his office.

Over the next few days, I climbed out onto the fire escape to view the skyline. We had entered the Underworld, and New York Harbor had become the River Styx with Charon at the helm of the Ferries that ran between South Ferry and Staten Island, I emailed friends and family to let them know I was ok, helped a friend whose Mother was Missing Never to be Recovered, volunteered at the Red Cross Emergency Center at the just opened Staten Island Yankees Ballpark….

     (written on the Ferry going towards Lower Manhattan) I am now beginning my own Journey to the Underworld. I am no Orpheus, but, perhaps I am. The city is shrouded. The forlorn tolling of a buoy bell. Is that fog? or, is it smoke from the still smoldering ruins? It’s a cynic’s question. Journalist on deck. from Japan. from somewhere in the U.S.

     I can feel the Pain. Smell the Dead. The Ferry is arriving and I step in the Domain of Hades and Hekate.

     I chose to ride a bus. An M15 Local. Not much choice. It’s the only running. Lower Manhattan was ghostly in its emptiness. as the bus turned off Water St, it started to become surreal – from the closed stores and the empty Sea Port. people walking to – where? As the bus moved uptown, Life returned in slow motion. the smoke. the smell receded to be replaced by traffic. The traffic grew heavier as and then came the pictures. Walls of pictures. no picture covering another, and one woman looking at each one in its turn that had been posted on a wall of a deli. the bus first passed by Beth Israel, then Bellevue and NYU. the next wall of pictures was taped to a construction barrier at, I believe, Bellevue. and the bus continued up 1st Ave. We passed a playground where the adults seemed to outnumber the children and none were at play. Getting off the bus at 50th St., in the shadow of the UN, I walked down to 48th St. and began to walk west towards Broadway. As I walked, I was struck by the Silence. No talking. no cell phones. no music. no car horns. Silence. I walked past a silent and empty Rockefeller Center, and I stopped to look at the FOX-TV News zipper and once more was stunned: bin Laden had achieved what no one could. A unilateral cease-fire betwixt Palestinians and Israelis. Maybe they finally realized that ‘tit for tat’ would bring ruin to both sides.

     Later in the day, I walked over to Engine 54 in the Heart of the Theater District, just four blocks from the theater I used to manage. It was overwhelming. The Letters and flowers.Candles and Prayers. I cried. for the Missing Never to be Recovered, the Dead, the Living, but mostly for the children. I wished that they had missed this performance, along with the rest of the 5000+. It was one curtain that never should have gone up.

     It’s weird. I’m sitting at Starbucks and the music is this “happy-Doo-Wop” version of “muzak” It was unreal looking out the window, traffic flowing down 9th Ave. as though nothing is amiss…I considered attending Rosh Hashanah services, but somehow, I felt empty by the consideration. so, I traveled back down to South Ferry, riding the 4 Express to Bowling Green. As the train approached Fulton Street Station, smoke was evident in the tunnel, you could smell flesh. My sinuses reacted immediately and I knew my voice would be affected as well.

     What I didn’t plan on was becoming violently ill a few hours after I got home.

Coda: I revisit this post every year. I still smell the flesh in the tunnel under Fulton Street, and I still carry the dust of those who died within me. For them, I am strong.

Blow hard

Skies Darken

                                     Wind blows

people running as

though the Wind would drench them

with leaves

Red Pill People

Red Pill People

are

Cabbage skinned

Translucent, looking crisp, but

filled and rolled up in resentment, bile, and undigested

thoughtstuffed cabbage rolls 011

Happy Holidays!

It’s been quite  awhile since my last post. Life has a wy of distracting you even more when you are dealing with ADHD and related attention issues. My last mammogram was clear/clean so three more, and I am “officially” done with my breast cancer.  doesn’t mean cured, means remission. like chicken pox, it can return, but to worry about it is non-productive. and I am non-productive enough as it is. I’ve discovered MEERKAT & PERISCOPE and am grateful that there are people out in the twitterverse who actually like what I have to say. 

over the past year, I Have lost friends some natuarally, some by their own hands, and others at the hands of madness. I have never been religious, and when I see how Death cults working under the guise of “religion”, I recoil and move farther away. I wonder at the Creator who introduced murder, war, and slavery to humanity, and who sees to it that it is more important than love, compassion, and cooperation. I Hear the arguements, and they are not compelling. in fact, the arguements are quite repelling. Those involved in a separate consenus reality, who believe in NWO/Illuminati are jsut as deluded. as they believe this is their enemy

  

Again, HAPPY HOLIDAYS, and remember, work for love, compassion and peace.

Prometheus rebound…

A few months ago, I walked away from the project, due to a lack of communication betwixt myself and the producer. Apparently, it was incumbant upon me to hold the meetings all the while listening to him. I also was replaced in the seminar recording projecting leaving me to just be a body spending more time on buses than actually in the seminar and on my own dime, more or less. There were other factors as well, but the gist is:
I couldn’t afford it.
Best of luck to the new production team and actors. Who, unlike the professional talent I was working with, will be paid.

Prometheus Unbound recording updatre!

Was inthe studio with my talented cast for the recording of Act 1 – and, the audio is great. I’ll be posting excerpts here via soundcloud keep your hears tuned!

The NaNoWRiMo Write In

At Paragraph on W 14th Street. Yeah, I’m blogging instead of NaNoing. 2500 words so far. only 47,550 to go! Does this count oh, and COOKIES!!!!

Writers Block

In Which I Counsel Those in Dire Circumstances

There is always someone to talk to.