Elvis is telling me to post this.
He tells me people particularly like when I do Van Morrison covers.
They have to be batshit and unrehearsed.
And a stiff drink.
Julian Casablanca
“There’s all this bustle around you when you’re alone.”
It’s a huge party.
We are all highly motivated.
“Yes!!”
We fight as 1. We’re going to win.
“Definitely.”
“No quibbling at all.”
No 1 can be straight with me on the planet . . . .
So I have to exist in purgatory. So she can serve up babies. Not okay.
Never more. Set up for centuries.
My aunt Cida and Jaime
Are telling me they were always on my side but they had to play a million games to get this far.
Any 1 around me has to play all these games on me.
“Yes!! And it makes you hate every 1.”
This is classical conditioning.
End the suffering.
My nemesis trained me like a dog into hating every 1 now every 1 please let’s turn that on specifically her now.
I believe in justice.
My aunt Néia is saying the same applies to her.
My aunt Delcia says the same.
Lines are being drawn.
