Showing posts with label The Devil. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Devil. Show all posts

Thursday, April 17, 2025

From The Mallen Lot


   I try to make the best of things. Best thing about being without electricity due to the WIND the past couple of days is I quit drinking as it was turning me into Mummy. Second best thing is that I finished Catherine Cookson's Mallen series. It was so good. I've got a lot of quotes to share from The Mallen Lot. Catherine did not drink as her mother was an alcoholic. Funny that I'm finishing The Tenant of Wildfell Hall by Anne Bronte' and Brooke Shields's There Was a Little Girl too as they are both about alcoholics. 


"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... ✨



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Friday, September 22, 2023

Dreams 9/22


 Very long intense dream so the beginning is a bit fuzzy. I think I was at a carnivale and picked up a cure that involved a pot from the gnomes and some dirt. I got home to my old room and read the instructions which were typed on a small piece of paper in the pot. I was supposed to plant whatever I pulled out of my head. So, I began pulling, pulling, pulling, a big green snake, six feet long, out of my hair. When it fell on the floor in front of my cupboard I thought it was dead, but was scared, so ran for my brother. Once he got there the snake was gone, so first, we pulled the covers from the bed, thinking it was hiding there. I had fuchsia, orange, yellow, and white sheets in a geometric pattern, and Glenn asked where I'd gotten them. I told him, Sears, and that he could have them. There was also a rather fat, stuffed George Harrison doll, looked like Sgt. Pepper only overfed, and what I called, "Koosa, Koosa, Koosa!", when I found it: a five foot strange Popeye character, that I think was called Shimp, not a Koosa at all. My Grandma used to say, "Koosa, Koosa, Koosa"!, to my brother, though. Anyways, we never did find the snake, only made a mess of the room, and never got to the closet, either. 

Friday, March 24, 2023

Dreams 3/24

My dream began in damp country woods, it was autumn. There were crunchy colored leaves spread on the ground. Ron was at a big old brick barbecue cooking clams and scallops in two old pots. I was miffed as he said we were leaving for a trip the next morning, and he had just sprung this on me. I tip toed through a clearing filled with animal droppings from deer and rabbits. There were huge stripey snakes all over the forest floor. They looked slimy. I stepped on one. There was a holy man that called himself a viscount with Ron. He was dressed in white robes with a conical orthodox looking cap. There was a gold medallion around his neck, and he had a staff. His hair was long and white, and if he was wasn't all white he might've been a dead ringer for Saint Patrick, so I asked, jokingly if he could rid us of the snakes. He said, no. I went into the trailer where we lived and became a little more upset with Ron as there was a huge party going on that I was not aware of. My class president from high school was there, and I was thinking, gag me, as I never cared for him. Everybody else thought he was adorable, but he was obnoxious. He and I were at a little table when he presented me with a plastic box, like the kind you keep flies in, with little compartments, full of different beads in different colors. He said if I preferred the natural type, he'd brought me, these: an assortment of little crystals. I thanked him and had a tangerine quartz in my hand. I proceeded throughout the back of the trailer, getting more and more put-out with Ron as there were lots of rooms back there that I knew nothing about, and they were filthy with old spattered food and such that I felt very embarrassed about my guests thinking I was a slob. What was worse is that I was calculating all the dolls I could have bought to fill these rooms if I had only known about them.  

From The Black Death

   "usury and all commercial ventures were suspect because they assumed control over the future, a mortgage of time which was reserved...