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(((send me the basslines of the future)))

BLACK FRIDAY DIARY

My husband is blasting his favorite kind of music from his room. Sounds like KISS. It's really lusty and emphatic. We're both Gen X but he was born in 1965 and I was born in 1973. There is a difference. He started laughing when I played this song for him. Not his jam. It is my latest favorite song. I'm so obsessed I looked up Cameron Winter's natal chart. Yes. He is in fact a Pisces with a Scorpio moon. I don't love that Geese will be playing Coachella next year with the usual suspects but such is the nature of the beast. There's a lot of shit to this world but sometimes you will find glints of gold. Cherish those. 

I've been going down the newsletter rabbit hole. Fuck it. All this noise gets in the way of actual writing. I don't have time to figure out a goddamn template and then invite people to subscribe. I'm not on Facebook or Instagram. Thus. I do not exist. I have eight subscribers at X. I pretty much live at YouTube. Someone, something...God, Jesus, Santa Muerte, Joan of Arc, Lester Bangs, my late Sagittarius grandfather...keeps suggesting that I write. I was writing again but now I've lost the spiral notebook. I have stacks of books and magazines and tarot cards and crystals and clothes and makeup and wigs and records. But where is the spiral notebook that will become my next nonlinear novel? I need a year or at least a month alone in a cabin. But here in this house there is a xmas tree and cornbread I made from scratch and dishes always laundry always and love comments and hate comments on my tarot videos and goddamn a bitch gets tired and just wants to disappear. 

I still don't know how to play guitar but I keep playing, anyway. I really loathe the smell of palo santo. Maybe I'll simmer some cinnamon on the stove. 

xmascore

HOW WILL 2025 end for YOU ??? ‼️💀‼️ aLL siGNs ✨💫🦋💕💚💕🦋💫✨

consider the source

your vortex or mine |subliminal loop|

swooncaKe PReSs

VORTEXED

JOE PACHINKO'S THE URINALS OF HELL

BLACK FRIDAY

INSTANT PUSSY #69

apple pie from scratch

goddamn, geese...y'all are professionals

taking a break from listening to Cocaine and Taxes over and over again

brain rot

O B S E S S E D

influences include

J Dilla

Bull of Heaven

Billy Joel

Dolly Parton

Billie Holiday

Buddy Holly

 

something about two Ls
in a row
puts me in the throes
of oh hell yeah 

LEO DRUMS + AQUARIUS GUITAR

full moon in gemini 2025

ROXI XMAS

V I C I O U S

one stop xmas shop

stickers

mugs

hoodies

shower curtains

eTceTeRa

 

(sorry, no vibrators at this time) 

yokocore

TOFU

SPIT IT OUT

not a haiku but close enough #X #TWEET #fucKcoMMaS

He's a tacky overgrown toddler
with a shitty diaper
throwing a tantrum in Family Dollar.

$TRUMP 

you sexy thing

GULF of DYSTOPIA

1973 TV

we need extra vaseline

READ A FUCKING BOOK

GREAT VALUE CHEESE ES BUENO!!!

swooncaKe PReSs

TaRoT noiSe

Renegade Life

gentle reminder xxx noiSe LooP xxx

here on business

T O L E D O

T O L E D O

TaRoT noiSe

GOD SAVE THE QUEEN

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on various
products
hang it
above
your
pristine potty
if you
have one

LET THEM EAT CAKE

full moon in taurus 2025

XMAS CHEX MIX

s o o t h e d

xmlvx superb owl xmlvx

xxx super cherry extra xxx

aLMoST ciNeMaTiC

HOLIEST DAY

November 1st of any year is the holiest day because I say it is. Selah.

"You're going to reap just what you sow." 

 

Huginn has been telling me to write for a few years now.  
I've been telling Huginn to fuck all the way off.
"Huginn. Writing doesn't put the delicious tacos on my plate."

 

That's what it's about on this planet. Putting delicious tacos on your plate. We all know this. But tacos or no tacos, I have to write. It is in my blood. Sangre. Writing is in my sangre. I don't know where this fire came from. It didn't come from my Taurus dad. It didn't come from my Gemini mom. We are a little bit our parents. We are a little bit our environment. But we are much more than that. I look to Western astrology for clues. I have Mercury in Pisces in the seventh (house of Libra) square Saturn in Gemini in the tenth (house of Capricorn). Tight. Mercury, my chart ruler, opposes my first house Virgo moon. I have to write.

Today I woke up and scribbled in my spiral notebook. I recorded my ramble and uploaded it to Patreon for my top two tiers. The ramble was regarding Saturn in Aries. The last time Saturn was in Aries was 1996-1998. Aries is my eighth house, the house of Scorpio. I died in 1996. I died in 1997. I died in 1998. I died in 1999. I'm not talking about a near death experience. I'm talking about pain. I'm talking about hurting so bad you wish for death. In January 1999 I turned off all the lights in the house in Greenwood Forest (off Junction Highway, in between Kerrville and Ingram, Texas) and played Billie Holiday in the dark. I drank cheap blush wine from the bottle. I drank vodka from the bottle. I swallowed a few allergy pills. I screamed at God. He was deaf. He was mute. There was no response. I looked for my Virgo stepdad's pistol. Couldn't find it. 

I'm here. I'm in pieces. I'm whole. I'm fragmented. I'm a mess. I'm intact. I'm energetic as hell. I thrum. I myself am hell.  I am deliberate and afraid of nothing.

I see a culling process. I see a harvest. Saturn moves into Aries in February 2026. Boots on the fucking ground. Die or be killed. That will make sense if you think really hard, harder than you are used to. People are lazy and entitled and looking outside themselves for all the clues and answers. Watch a YouTube tutorial. Consult the stars. Consult the cards. Shake the Magic 8 Ball. Better not tell you now. But you will come to a place where the only thing you feel are loaded guns in your face and you'll have to deal with pressure.