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TALES FROM THE LARK SIDE: An Honest Review in Two Parts

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Welcome to Tales from the Lark Side! Review in two parts. Only way to do this right. First, let me answer a question one of the editors asked in a post. Why are people not honest in reviews? Well, we don’t want to: Ruin ourselves. For the stuff I’m fixin’ to lay on ya, you’ll see what I mean. But I promised you honesty, and even though I fought with myself about it, I am going to deliver exactly that. We also don’t want to: Hurt your feelings. And I don’t. None of us, unless we’re rumbling dickbags, wants to be the reason why an artist gives up. Or piss another artist off if that is a friend. Both of you are cool with me, and I’m not generally in the business of bagging on friends. You’re going to say you don’t care, and that it won’t, to which I’m going to say bullshit, it’ll be like someone ripping tape off of your nipples. It must be that way, because that’s how it feels for me when I get a bad review, whether I show it or not. But I dig it. Barring y’all, it’s bound to ups...

A Bit on Project Blue Beam

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This morning, I came across a reel whose was subject was Project Blue Beam* . Listening to it, I found that half of the reasons stated for the Project's inception upon mankind are actually valid, even fair. The Gateway Process was mentioned--the man said he's done a reel on that as well, and you all know I'm doing that right now. What you don't know is that it's pretty wonderful. Whatever people are arguing about it must be horseshit. No devils have tried to pull my soul out. Granted, I might get a DMT blast and see the Jesters, but who gives a fuck? That's not scary. Either it isn't scary or I'm just so used to odd thinking and *possibly* hallucinating that if Cthulhu popped out of the ocean a la Cloverfield for real, I'd be like, "Fuck. We better get away from that thing." I wouldn't go babbling mad. My whole life has been a goddamn sanity roll. What's a little Cthulhu? Or a Gray Alien ? Don't get me wrong. I wouldn't wa...

Health, Elites, and Cubits: A Short Gripe About Right-Wing Swine

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This photo was actually unshakable.  I don't why people do that.  There's no such thing as a picture you can't screenshot. Samsung News hates me lol A word on Elites.  Right-wing media loves to talk about "elites". Oh, the evil. They do this, they do that, oh the evil. Etc. Ad naus.  The HHS, if you look, uses the symbol of a human turning into a bird. This is not just cutesy shit. For those of you who read the Bee Boy, you'll see it was about an elitist bird party. I wrote it because they do that shit. It's not a joke.  Illuminatus love dressing up like birds. In my *song 144 Cubits , you'll see a photo of one of their parties. This is a legit deal. Believe it, don't, whatever. It's legit. They get down like that.  Hence the human becoming a bird. And you'll see all sorts of reels these days of people cavorting in ornate bird costumes.  And their fearless leader, Mr. Mammon himself, has a fucking Saturn Cube right on top of his skyscraper....

Gnus, Fouler by the Day

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As the Great Bastardy increases day by day, I watch. Thompson was right. Politics is an addiction. You’re looking at it even though you know it’s bad for you. Zo is het . Without further ado…from my birthday week…this is the shit that’s hit the fan.  The  and mentally ill have been approved for the Round-Up. While this isn’t full-on Superfluity Act stuff, it’s toeing the line. That’s pretty fucked. The White House Page all but gloats about it. My guess is that they have yet to build the Re-education Camps, which is why we’ve yet to hear more than a wee whisper. If they have their way with the gerrymandering, Houston will fall to the GOP. I’m sure Trump has a hard-on for Houston. His bitch ass motorcade used to roll by the corner every day in the summer, and we’d have to get out of sight. If we didn’t, the cops would roll through and kick us off for the day. I wrote the Superfluity Act a few years after I left the Reno homeless shelter. They were building a new one when I l...

The Gateway Process

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When in the throes of a long process, like the 4 Quarters one I undertook about 40 days ago, it’s good (at least for me) to undertake another, shorter, and companionable process to keep myself focused on containment. This is one I don’t mind talking about. Although the successful completion of it will bring enhancement of all etheric processes undertaken both now and in the future, it isn’t etheric itself…this is a process to strengthen brainwaves and synchronize the brain’s two hemispheres. Not to mention amplify all future endeavors. Just like the title implies, I’m using The Gateway Tapes . That’s right. MKUltra, that Gateway. Since everyone has 1,000 odd things to say about this process, most of it seemingly bell-ringer bullshit, I knew I had to try it for myself. If you don’t know anything about it, just hearing the name will have you thinking all sorts of crazy shit, the current ‘spiracy bit is that if I do this, I’m going to be visible to….well, I’m not entirely sure. The guy ...

The Bad Gnus with John and Rob

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 The following is a short conversation between myself and John Bruni. Almost nightly, I hit him with a comical version of whatever is going on the News. Fucking News. Bah.  Good Evening. Rob: "Trump has given ICE access to Medicaid records, and furthermore, access to prison records. The Swine want to make sure they don't miss any, pigs that they are. Also, some gangsters in the hood are making things difficult for ICE. See this in Reels. While part of me likes this, it's probably just a matter of time until eye scanners wait for you at every major exit...meanwhile, McCarthy is doing his best to make sure that the Democrats are blamed for the Epstein crimes by casting doubt on them a la the 'They didn't care while I was working!' argument. Dems wanted to run from it, so he says." John: "I love that part about the Democrats faking the Epstein list to get at Trump. Is that why Bill Clinton is on the list that the Democrats sat on for the entirety of Bide...

Uncle Dana

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Uncle Dana and Gramma Sheila What I remember best about my Uncle Dana was watching The Twilight Zone with him. He rambled when he spoke, and he had these little ears, he kept his hair short, and if it wasn’t for the fetal alcohol syndrome, he might’ve looked like Tom Hanks. Unfortunately, life just wasn’t kind to my poor Uncle, and that’s a damn shame now that he’s dead. It was a damn shame to begin with. I know it doesn’t go good to come off pitiful these days, but the story I got is the only one to tell. I feel like I have to. No one else is really there to remember. We were watching The Twilight Zone, an episode with Elizabeth Montgomery, and he said, “Gee whiz, I’d like to have gotten to know her. She sure is beautiful.” And the only thing my 21 year old self could think was this poor guy, he’ll never have anyone. Of course, what I did was engage with the hell yeahs, because she’s a hot ticket, and who wouldn’t have liked to, right? I felt bad for him. Neither of us was very old,...