The Day America Stood Still lyrics by @sheltgarner & @fatbellybella Please give credit if you produce or perform
it was a nice spring day much to everyone’s dismay we all find ourselves wondering what will happen next is January 6th on the list the day
America stood still America stood still America stood still
people talk and talk waiting for the perp walk the long awaited day is here accountability is near on the day
America stood still America stood still America stood still
(bridge) activity on the street with strangers gathered to meet everyone is waiting for the time when we can all grin and shine stepping to the beat of the sound of the day
America stood still America stood still America stood still
I’m kind of spooked at the moment. I have some health problems and I am kind of being left out to dry for no apparent reason. I was told I would get the results of some tests today and…nothing.
Which makes me wonder if maybe whatever was learned from the test is so bad that the doctor in charge won’t sign off on things until I can be told in person that things aren’t looking so great.
And, yet, who the fuck knows.
I could be reading way too much into the delay. And, yet, even if everything is fine, I find myself having something of an existential crisis. I would like to finish my first novel before I die — or become a domestic political refugee when the country collapses — and this not knowing one way or another is really starting to get to me.
It’s one of those things where no matter how things turn out, I’ve been forced to stew in my existential juices for a few days because I don’t know what the fuck is going on.
Hopefully — hopefully — everything is fine and I can keep throwing myself at the novel. Wish me luck.
I continue to worry that I could write the fucking Bible and because I come across as a drunk crank to snooty literary types that I’m doomed to never be a published author. I find this situation so strange because I thought as creative types themselves that literary types would embrace someone who’s a bit of a kook like me.
The only reason why this is even an issue is I continue to be dissed by people I want to pay to help me work on my novel. This situation really scrambles not just my sense of self, but self worth. I’ve always thought my colorful, sometimes larger-than-life personality was a strength, not a weakness.
But, here I am, worried that it won’t be my actual storytelling ability that prevents me from selling a novel — but ME.
And, yet, I know who I am and if you don’t like it — fuck you.
I try to be the best person I can be and I feel I have the gift not only of gab but of storytelling. I continue to work on this novel in a vacuum, so it’s taking much, much longer than it should to finish.
I’m really, really pleased with how this novel is shaping up. It’s getting really good. I’m impressed with the scenario I’ve come up with and this is saying something from someone who is brutal on my writing.
Only time will tell, I guess. All I ask of literary types is to give me a chance rather than dismissing me because they think I’m weird. I suppose the difference between being “weird” and “endearing” is….success.
Many moons ago, I was a DJ in Seoul and I love, love, loved dirty songs. So, when heard Miley Cyrus’ new song “Headstand” I sat up and took notice. It’s a great dirty song about having sex….in a headstand?
What makes it unique is not only how explict it is, but the fact that it talks about sex from a female point of view. I know some people think the album the song is on, “Endless Summer Vacation” is kind of meh, but I, in general, like it.
But, then, as I grow older, I think my musical tastes have grown more mellow. I find myself listening no so much to “easy listening” as to music that isn’t QUITE so jarring.
Anyway, “Headstand” is a great song, at least to me.
Apparently, the presence of two rebuttal witnesses in Trump’s case in New York City indicates that it’s not a slam dunk that he is going to be indicted. It’s very annoying, but lulz, that’s the America we live in today.
America is destroying itself not so much because of economic differences or whatever the fuck else you might think is dividing us but, rather something else: vibes.
Reds just don’t like the vibes in the United States as the majority of the country grows browner, more feminist and more secular. At least from my discussions with my Traditionalist relatives, they honestly can’t tell you why they’re so upset — they just don’t like the vibes.
So, should Trump escape justice AGAIN, we will continue to slide towards what now seems like the inevitable “Fourth Turning” of late 2024, early 2025. There are macro, tectonic forces work that something pretty dramatic would have to happen to stop Something Bad happening no later than spring 2025.
In short, we’re very, very fucked. Either we turn into a MAGA-themed autocratic state or we have a National Divorce and, as such, a civil war. Get ready.
If you have any “hope” that somehow, magically these problems are going to fix themselves, you’re a fucking fool.
First, please read this carefully: I fucking don’t care what you do with your novel or how you do it, just tell a great story.
Now, with that out of the way, at least let me give you my reasoning for suggesting that you should at least hold fuck off for a tiny little bit before you have your character fuck each others brains now, no matter how much “character work” and MFA person may tell you is possible.
In general, from my casual study of successful mainstream novels — or, at least, specifically thrillers — you shouldn’t start you novel with a murder or a sex scene.
With any great story, you (often, not always) start off slow in a way that introduces setting and character. Then, once your readers have their bearings, you can murder and fuck as much as you like.
But that’s just my opinion.
I’ve been writing my first novel for years now and, along the way, I’ve both done a lot of reading and come up with some really strong opinions about what makes for a “great story.”
But there is to fucking revealed truth about what makes a great story. If you can tell a great story by having a murder or a fuck session on the first page — have at. Please. I want you to.
I’m just giving you a rule of thumb that is based on some sort of sense of what makes for a good story. In MY OPINION, if you open your novel with a fuck session…the audience (or at least ME) doesn’t give a shit. Who are these people? Why are they fucking? Why should I care?
But I’m not perfect and I do not have some sort of revealed truth about storytelling that I’ve brought down from Mt. Sini. You do you. Just, as I said, tell a great story.
So, apparently, according to news reports, if Trump is, in fact, indicted — which I still find potentially dubious — he’s going to surrender himself in New York City and have a perp walk.
The future?
Now, if Trump wasn’t such a fucking lazy idiot, he would give this whole situation some thought and demand that he handcuffed and frog walked so the whole thing would be both iconic and allow him to play up the martyr element to all of this.
But Trump is very, very stupid and lacks the cognitive abilities necessary to think in such abstract terms. He is a natural showman, yes, but in real terms he usually takes the path of least resistance. He has no sense of history and, as such, he’s just an avatar, rather than a Great Man.
So, I honestly don’t know how it will all go down. It may be rather mundane, if historic.
But there is the known unknown of what happens if there are protests and counter protests outside of the event. That is a volatile situation unto itself.
So. What if the other options happens? What if malignant ding-dong Trump decides to actually get booked in New York City? Then what? At the moment, it seems it’s at least possible that the whole thing will be historic, but mundane. Trump gets booked, his mugshots become iconic pictures for the ages….and that’s it.
Maybe he gives a deranged speech on his way out, but, over all, nothing of note happens. No violence. Just a tense situation that comes and goes.
But, because I love, love, love worst case scenarios, let’s imagine the absolute worst possible endgame.
The thing that comes to mind is there’s a massive crowd as Trump goes in and out of getting booked and because of the political make up of New York City, the MAGA people there to protect their MAGA Godking bump up against the native Blues of the city and, before you know, a riot breaks out that is a massive clusterfuck.
And if THAT happens and people get hurt, then, of course, the National Press will drag out what conscription riots of 1863 in NYC that turned into something akin to a race war.
I have no idea what will happen. But there is at least a greater-than-zero chance that if we don’t have a massive clusterfuck at Mar-a-Lago, we have a massive clusterfuck in NYC.
Most of this is just a direct quote from an Erykah Badu tweet that I formated for lyrics. But I did add some. I see this is a R&B pop fusion song.
Make Them Work lyrics by @sheltgarner & @fatbellybella Please give credit if you produce or perform
Remember Soon as you start shining with bright positive light you will irritate the dark souls They will attack with all there lil might They desperately hate for their misery to be interrupted
How dare you shine and make them work and make them work and make them work
but you don’t lack the truth it’s clear to me if you shine bright as can be you won’t be late when they call your name on Judgement Day
How dare you shine and make them work and make them work. and make them work
(bridge) I know you are ready for the love you need because the light shines from thee like a bit of grace straight out of the gate
How dare you shine and make them work and make them work and make them work
Silence is My Psychedelic lyrics by @sheltgarner Please give credit if you produce or perform
when all is lost and your boat will go nowhere don’t be afraid to say nothing while screaming in your heart that’s what I do whenever I need to jump start silence is my psychedelic
clear the decks I say with a lie because I know that silence is my psychedelic silence is my psychedelic silence is my psychedelic
everywhere I go I know I’m on a roll the world can’t be flat I know for a fact but as long as you’re by my side I can sigh knowing I can speak my peace and lie next to you in silence because
silence is my psychedelic clear the decks I say with a lie because I know that silence is my psychedelic silence is my psychedelic silence is my psychedelic
(bridge) say is loud and proud sometimes you need to shout into the void to prove you’re allowed
silence is my psychedelic clear the decks I say with a lie because I know that silence is my psychedelic silence is my psychedelic silence is my psychedelic
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