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Hi guys,

Welcome to the dog days of summer. ☀️

Happy August.

Now, I know what you’re thinkin’, but it’s freakin’ hot and I’m delirious. I can explain about the zucchini (that I’m holding), but, really, that should be self-explanatory.

There was just too much clownery in July; I mean, it was like a circus. I actually received my new passport within 1 month with one of the world’s ugliest pictures taken in the world (why won’t they allow smiling? I don’t look anything like my pictures, so I would think they would want me to because I have a gap in my teeth); our US president let it slip in a speech that he had cancer but I really think he meant dementia, but I don’t think dementia people know they have dementia so, really, maybe what he meant was cancer – he also fell off a bicycle in June. I went to court and had a very bizarre experience where it would seem that I appeared very clownish when, in fact, everybody appeared very clownish to me. And, oh, black Olympic track star Michael Johnson was accused of racism for questioning finishing times; I myself as a black have also been accused of white supremacy and racism. It’s also national clown week this first week of August. I don’t know about you but I always look forward to the bullshit because God is good.

Unknowingly in keeping with the clown theme here, I also read No Longer Human by suicided author Osamu Dazai in July. I’m tardy to the party as usual, but if you’re even 30 years tardier than me, I’d recommend it. It’s part autobiography of Dazai, who suffers from extreme delirium from the world and, in effect, becomes a clown and prankster to deliberately stay on people’s good side because he’s afraid of them. (Now I see why clowns organized in the 70s to demand clown week)

black silhouette neon pink background No Longer Human book cover

Speaking of suicide and trying to kill thoughts, check out my July interview with (indie) author Mark Hunter here: Killing Thoughts with Time’s Incinerator: An Indie Interview w Author Mark Hunter. It’s all about the disconnect between what the deception of your mind would have you believe (in Satan) and what is actually true in God, and a character’s batshit crazy attempt to overcome thoughts by taking a drug to kill them by the very thoughts telling him to destroy himself in the first place. (I believe existentialists call suicide Absurd, or the height of absurdity for this very reason)

What I want you to know for August is about the zucchini actually. In looking up all these things that August is known for, I landed on the Farmer’s Almanac website, and it was such a great thing. Talk of the moon and stars, heliacal risings of the Dog Star Sirius and about the beauty of a whole other world that exists and continues to exist despite human “choice” to exist despite it. While human beings suffer and headbutt the wall, August and September are the peak sunflower seasons, tomatoes grow and it’s time to harvest the cucumbers and zucchinis. Make some bread and drink some cucumber water. There’s a whole true world that exists outside of the mind, and that is God. With all their brains and minds, humans have no imagination for it. Only anger and suffering.

And I think that’s it. Oh, check out my Bubblegum Review page. I don’t do review requests, but I do do paid promotions for indie books and services. Check out the deets here. Happy August and stay cool. 😎



person sitting on green bench holding lunch bag and red dynamite stick wearing tin foil hat red sneakers

Hi guys, Happy July. Happy 4th. 🇺🇸

Sorry I’m tardy for the party but I’ve been on so much cruise control lately that—well, I didn’t forget it was July, but I forgot, I guess, that I do these newsletter-ish things 1x month and it was time.

I’m holding a stick of dynamite as you can see. There’s gonna be an explosion but I’m in control so nobody make any false moves. Because best believe, when the shoe, when the ball drops, ok, when the fat lady starts singing, and, and—oh who am I kidding, I don’t know what’s goin on or what I’m talking about.

I don’t have too much. June was pretty unremarkable. As per yooZH, I updated indie books over at the Indie Corner, kept makin some Informally God podcast episodes and coasted. Oh, and I wrote a blog post yesterday here commemorating the 4th…well kinda. It’s all about how I’ve always wanted to be free but because I didn’t have God but Satan, the wrong father, I went about being free in all the wrong ways, that were actually exploding myself, killing myself. Self-destructing myself. It’s called “WIPE OUT”, give it a read. I feel most grateful, also just in time for Independence Day, that I finally found God to understand that true freedom is only in true Love, only God’s Love. And you can only come into God’s love and be free when you’re done clinging to, well, fake love, fake freedom & all that’s actually weighing you down.

Over at The Content Library, I wrote a little ditty awhile back and it goes something like this:

Tiny Musings #1: sCiEnce ExplaiNed

Faith is like a dying star. You’ve run out of options; the Matter’s been pushed to the limit. What you’ve always thought to be your center is no longer important: the nuclear fuel before fueling your internal pressure has been exhausted. No longer externalizing your brightness, you must now collapse in on yourself and surrender to your core. Light yourself from the inside out. You are dead.

Let’s explode the good way this time. Let’s Do It Again. This is actually the “soundtrack” I want to leave you with. It’s a song called “Do It Again” by Lady Wray that I found a couple months ago, and I love it; I love the sentiment (and the horn section).

We roll the dice
And we lost in the end
Though our luck has run out,
I would do it again

Here’s to freedom!

Lady Wray Queen Alone Album

And a great July. God bless,


PS The pic is where you can buy the track on Bandcamp. You can see the vid on YouTube here.