"Ruthie had a saying that God was good and the devil wasn't bad to his own. Well the devil she knew and the devil he knew must be running two different establishments because the gentleman over there had been less than kind"
"How was it that no mistress, and not even the prospect of a wife, a beloved wife, could fill the void in a man who had craved mother love all his life?'
"The world had been created by a madman; God was a madman; no reasonable thing or power would create torture for no purpose. The experiences of the past months, the chaos in which the world was drowning was not, to his mind, the result of either a country's greed, or the ambition of nations; politicians of their own volition could not, he reasoned now, create such havoc, for the human mind could and would think, dissect, reason and then act in the end to preserve its own survival. No, there was a malevolent power, a mad God playing with the universe, and he was so powerful, so indiscriminate he directed his attention equally to families as to nations; he inflicted special torture..."
"And from then, daily, without let up, she had prayed that something would happen to that sperm of hell, because that's all she was, that's all she had ever been, she had come from a hell raiser, and a line of hell raisers, and she had been a she-devil ever since."
"no one actually pitied Lawrence, for you couuldn't pity someone, no matter how mentally crippled, who continually emanated happiness; in fact the wise among them envied him his state."
"Love is a terrible thing, Dan. No one should ever say that love is beautiful, it's a crucifixion."
"There was something building up inside her that was frightening her. It had been growing with the years, but since Christmas it had become like a great live thing gnawing at the inside of both her body and mind, and she was afraid of it, afraid that something would happen to cause it to break out."
"Well, he's dead, and as I see it there's nothing so dead as death; it's final, it's finished. And I'm as much against those who spend the rest of their lives weeping over the dead as I'm against those who make saints out of sinners once they are dead."
"She was born to create trouble; as sure as the sparks fly upwards. Some people are made like that. Barbara was poison to everyone she touched."
I also have two more musical satires like Fanging with Claude in mind: DOC (Doc Holliday) and IKE (Eisenhower). I might've found my niche. Both will likely begin with cover portraits, we'll see... TTYL... ✨
4/1
Frankie slept curled up behind me. It is lucky for me that he didn’t eat my epic nightmare that is, for sure, a favorite. It took place in the old house in Oakland, as dreams often do. That place is still trying to suck me back. Annie was there, as well as my ex, Paul. We were having a movie night. It was dark, and the room was open. Annie was sitting on a shelf on the right hand side. I had brought snacks, ready for the film, when Annie asked if she could have a cup of tea. I went into the kitchen to find a teacup. It was a big chunky antique red, white, and blue teapot. As I washed it in the stainless steel sink three tiny dolphins, no bigger than minnows, swirled at the bottom before disappearing down the drain. When I say dolphins, I mean, the antique decorative sort found in Italian fountains, lamps, and old maps, with big bulging eyes, and top fin skull caps. They were dark gray, very slick. When I brought Annie’s tea to her I passed an open green swamp with an alligator and small dinosaur rising out from the duckweed. Annie was not impressed with her tea. She chatted with Paul about how Jay liked fat chicks. There were others watching the film; I watched some of them ascend the stairs to the left and followed. Upstairs was brighter and very Victorian. There were dolls everywhere, and more coming in. Mostly they looked like turn of the century German china head dolls, but there were milliner’s models, and mannikins, all sizes, some bigger than me. Some were wooden. They were all dressed like Victorians. The ladies wore long gowns with full skirts, fitted waists, and puffed sleeves. The gentlemen had slicked black hair, mustaches, and wore black tuxedos. What’s more, they were alive. They did not move very fast, nor did they seem very smart, but they were all moving, and the group continued to grow. I told them that they should not be up there and had to go. They ignored me. They knew that I was there, they were defying me. I started yelling at them, feeling pretty stupid, but there were so many that I was alarmed. Still, nothing. That’s when I started to push them, then hit them. When that didn’t work I began to hit them in the head, hard, with whatever I could grab as a weapon, intending to knock their heads off. I did not care that they were antiques. One of the ladies finally spoke, telling me that I wasn’t very Christian. They all were piled up on top of me by the end. I did not care, I gave up. I was swallowed alive by the dolls.
I had watched the seventies series when we had free Britbox, and I was hooked. Finishing up the first season from 2015. In a lot of ways i...
