Log 294 ~One’s Art Is Another’s Disgust~

What am I trying to express other than an obsession with adult entertainment? I should be finished writing my book sometime this week, then editing… and I’ll file it away with all my “other” titles. One’s Art Is Another’s Disgust.

Monday, April 20, 2020

Log 294 ~One’s Art Is Another’s Disgust~

Hundred And Thirty-Third Rule

Madam Justice,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and that’s great. If anything, like the song, goes, “Hire eight bodyguards that love to beat up assholes.” Except those “people” would be a lot of pretty girls. No, I’m not one of those “incel” losers, and I hate how I always end up sounding like Trump having to explain what I mean. SIGH first and foremost, women are the most beautiful creatures on the planet Earth. Okay, next to My Dæmon, of course. Everything I want and do in my life comes back to that, women.

So last night, I was talking about The Eve of a Cherry,” my novel. If you knew how many days I’ve spent first on the novella and then expanding it. I keep saying I can’t let anyone read it. It won’t make money, so why bother. It feeds my rank soul. What good is it, though. I don’t have the writing chops of S. Wolf, Todd Michaels, definitely not Skye Warren or Tillie Cole. Right now, I’m thinking more of Lily White, who wrote The Five and The Director. We’re talking snuff films “ravishment” fantasies, sex for drugs, and everything in-between. That stuff gets to me Madam Justice, it makes me feel alive. I can’t watch comedy for the sake of STUPIDITY. No toilet humor. Anything with mistaken identity or twins… well, that isn’t adult entertainment, but the funny stuff turns me off, without fail.

“THEY” talk about beauty being in the eye of the beholder, but I refuse to be blind. For a few weeks now, I’ve been arguing with myself over the idea of “Doublethink,” you know, from 1984. My kid is the perfect example of that, he can be a demonic little asshat, but I love him like pancakes, always and forever. I would fight anyone, though, that says anything wrong about him. Look, everyone is entitled to their opinion. Still, it’s the concept that everything I find amazing is looked at as putrid, perverted, or petrifying. One more reason I put women in everything. Only here I am nearing the end of my story, and as Jigsaw would put it, there will be blood. The Coronavirus (COVID-19) is running rampant, and I’m upset that there are no zombies. People are willing to die for some “beautiful” world I can’t see. Our American Dreams, my such art, One’s Art Is Another’s Disgust.

I Will Have No Fear

Episode 136 ~Plague Two Pay Will~

Well, I found my niche, but my title doesn’t reflect it sadly, not that I’ve shared the novel with anyone as of yet, is that a big sin considering I have four already written, best read in the dark, with the lights off. Plague Two Pay Will.

Wednesday, November 14, 2018

Episode 136 ~Plague Two Pay Will~

Forgive Me Echo,
How To Make One Million Dollars, ignore everybody else or at least that’s how Republicans look at it and that should count as a pretty big sin shouldn’t it, turning my back on the world, for this month at least. I know this is Lady Sophia’s wheelhouse, but there are days like these I remember why it’s right and okay to neglect humanity and then well Michonne:

“But the truth is the path ahead has only grown darker. It’s harder to see. You can feel so lost so alone so desperate for something, anything that might show you the way. But even now, after all this time, surrounded by darkness there are still flashes of light tiny beacons that shine out, calling to us. It’s not enough to light the way ahead, but it’s enough to keep going. Keep trying. Keep fighting. Keep dreaming.” Michonne TWD 6X09

I’m sure I’ve said on more than one occasion that I value the darkness in all its forms because I don’t want people to see, take my novel, for example, people are either in a brothel, below a beast or beneath a boulder and how’s this for irony. I want people to be blind, and at the same damn time people see these things only to call them out, so I give the people what they want, whether I want to or not, that’s my first sin. My second sin is, that while I’m making it a habit of ignoring all those people I face, here I am tonight appreciating someone who did inspire a name change of my book from “Plague Two Pay” to “Pay Two Plague” Inspector Echo.

“Look at my eyes, Faye. One of them is a fake because I lost it in an accident. Since then, I’ve been seeing the past in one eye and the present in the other. So, I thought I could only see patches of reality, never the whole picture.” Spike Spiegel

I suppose people have two eyes for a reason, two ears, then the trinity of one brain, one heart, and whatever’s going on between people’s legs these days, which is my third sin that my balls are no longer suffering for No Nut November. I think I’ve already talked about my coworker who’s having a series of trials and tribulations but is it a sin to not know what to say, hell Inspector Echo today was filled with not knowing a thing, tonight even I don’t know where my story is going, the darkness. The idea is the things that light me up, and here we go again, the glow of women, the crinkle of dollars, and a tale of blood, my impossible, immoral, illegal bouts of insanity and a lack of sleep this week.

Should I leave it at that, three sins isn’t too bad but again, idle hands. Yes I have been far from that this week but there is so much work left to me honestly, and the new world is built upon the bones of the old always and yes I feel it in my own but grateful for “B III.” Will you forgive me Inspector Echo, for being so accommodating to the masses, for practicing the art of “Doublethink” when it comes to hating people’s opinions and loving them, and for not controlling myself all the more, my sins a disease, Plague Two Pay Will.

I Will Have No Fear