I Just Don’t Know


Yes! 😊


Performance 1970 Performance 1970

– I just don’t know
-Yeah, you do
Come on take one more stab
It’s worth a shot for I am a bullet
Searching to destroy, heat seeking tracer
Deeply penetrative, detonating on impact
-I just don’t know
-Yeah, you do
Surrender all agency and I might let you
Boss and dominate, lose my identity
Forget my name, forget the world
Close my eyes and just go insane
Rearrange the reality, form different patterns
Let I become other, transfer personalities
-I just don’t know
-Yeah, you do
I perfectly understand your hesitancy before
The sacred violence that is bound to come
But let me perform, it’s what I do
So empty your mind and I will shatter
Your perceptions; let those demons loose,
Take you down that paradisaical garden path
Where everything is permitted and nothing is true.

Did I hear somebody say yes?

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‘Twas The Month Before #Christmas …Again




‘Twas the month before Christmas and all through the city,
Not a creature was stirring, er, you find a rhyme…
I’m really not that witty.


The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
Oops, don’t have a chimney, hmmm…
Oh well, Santa’s magic, right, so who cares?


The people were nestled all snug in their beds,
(your business what you’re doing there).
While visions of shopping malls danced
in their wallets and heads.


I in my Soft Kitty PJs and the cat in the hat
Had just settled down to read,
maybe eat some cookies…
How about that?


When out on the street there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed (sprang is a complete exaggeration),
To see what was the matter.


It was just some drunk guy,
With his nose all aglow,
Shouting and singing,
‘Let it go, let it snow, let it go…’


The moral…

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#Bookreview – Atonement, Tennessee by Teagan Riordain Geneviene


Robbie's inspiration

Teagan Riordain Geneviene

What Amazon says

Esmeralda Lawton is sick of the big city. “Ralda” was betrayed until trust became a theoretical concept. So it’s a dream come true when she buys an old estate, complete with historic cemetery. Okay, she isn’t excited about the cemetery, but she’s strangely drawn to the estate. Atonement, Tennessee, a quaint town, seems like the perfect place for her. However, her new life isn’t quiet.

The house is full of antiques. Some have extraordinary properties — a brass bed causes strange dreams, and a mirror shows the truth of who you are.

A mysterious neighbor secretly watches over the graveyard. There’s more to him than meets the eye, but what? Then there’s Gwydion, owner of Fae’s Flowers. She stubbornly resists her feelings for him.

Ralda suspects that people are drawn to Atonement to, well — atone. She wonders what sins led her there. However, her ancestress made…

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A Bloomin’ Otherworldly Pigs Snippet


Wonder trip with the wonderful magician Pigs, love it 🙏❤🙏

Teagan's Books

Saturday, November 24, 2018

Pigs Road Moon unsplash compositeDeme and Honeybell, otherworldly pigs of Atonement, TN

Welcome, everyone.   I hope you’ve had a wonder-filled week.  Something fun and unexpected happened to me.  More on that in a second.  First things first.

If I had never written Atonement, Tennessee then I would have never started this blog.  I wouldn’t have written any of the 1920s serials, or met any of you wonderful people. 

I was privileged to become acquainted with baker, blogger, and author Robbie Cheadle back when I did the “Thistledown — Midsummer Bedlam” serial.  Robbie’s talents have blossomed so much that she now has two blogs to support her diverse forms of writing and creativity:  Robbie’s Inspiration, and Roberta Writes

I was delighted when Robbie told me she read Atonement, Tennessee — and thrilled when she mentioned that she was going to review it this weekend.  (Although at this…

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The Fallen #Princeborn: Stolen #giveaway may end after #Thanksgiving, but one of the toughest #writerproblems out there goes on & on: #sacrifice.


Jean Lee's World

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Hidebound Hump Day — Cornelis Drebbel 18.1


And reading can be so wonderful 😊❤

Teagan's Books

Wednesday, November 21, 2018 

Thanksgiving Victorian girl turkey dress-upWelcome to Hidebound Hump Day.  Find your seat.  The #SteamPunk train is preparing to leave the station.  Oh, and buckle up, because we may encounter some dangerous curves.

Tomorrow is Thanksgiving Day in the USA.  No matter where you are, I am thankful to have you on this train.  My wish for all of you is that every day be filled with friends, laughter, and an abundance of all good things.

I know everyone is busy, and wants to get to a benjo holiday with all their chuckaboos.  So I’ve divided chapter 18 to give you a shorter read.  This chapter will continue next week I’ll get on with the story.

Previously with Copper, the Alchemist, and the Woman in Trousers

Chapter 17.  Last time we were able to catch our breath a bit.  Cornelis used his alchemy to create…

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#readers, #celebrate with #BestSelling #RiverVine #stories & Fallen #Princeborn: Stolen– #FREE for a #Thanksgiving #Giveaway!


it’s as beautiful as the first snowfall of the year. ❤🙏❤

Jean Lee's World

As autumn closes with a celebration of gratitude, I’d like to say thank you, fellow readers and creators, for giving my stories so much love. This weekend I found that FOUR of my six Tales of the River Vine hit the top ten in free YA monster fiction ebooks on Amazon, and they’ve stayed there. 

4TRVs in Top6 20Nov18

I’m floored, humbled, and thrilled all at once. To have stories that engage so many people…it’s as beautiful as the first snowfall of the year. I can never say “Thank You” enough!

What I can do is make the Platinum Edition of Fallen Princeborn: Stolen FREE today and tomorrow, Thanksgiving Day.

We have all of us had our bloody days, Charlotte. For many it is easier to remain in them than to change. To change requires to face a past stained by screams. (4)

This particular edition contains the complete first novel, one short story from Tales of the River Vine, AND an excerpt from the second novel, Chosen. 

~A wee excerpt from Fallen Princeborn: Stolen to whet your appetite~

Arlen sits in the other armchair…

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The Divine and the Human


There’re many discussions about simile between Jesus and Buddha, and it’s true. there’re many points to compare. but sometimes I think that there’s also an unfair act to compare them on the history, because, in the case of Jesus, there are so may veiling by the religious actors in the history. to be honest, I think that there’re many lies about Jesus and we don’t really know how he really was. 🙂 

C.G. Jung & Wholeness

by Craig Nelson with thanks 

“Jung found the Buddha to be a more ’complete human being’ than the Christ because the Buddha lived his life and took as his task the realization of the Self through understanding, whereas with the Christ this realization was more like a fate which happened to him.”
Marie Louise von Franz, Jung’s Myth in Our Time 



Dressed as” nonata” flesh, a Philadelphian experiment that transports them to an atomic precipice. In search of the agora where to free oneself from the exorbitant eyes that look at them … they touch and undress vulgarly.

Yes. The inquisition walks between the flesh of Eva, scrutinizing the order that makes up the ribs of the mud.

Do they sin? – No, father. They do not sin.

But they may lead the catharsis that liberates this blind humanity, of chains and cassocks.

Basements where there is death. They, the skin where the new seeds are generated … die, and are annihilated, tortured, crushed … by sticks by inferior beings.
Members of the same race.


estidas de carne nonata, un experimento filadelfia que las transporta hacía un precipicio atómico. En busca del ágora donde liberarse de los ojos desorbitados que las miran… tocan y desnudan vulgarmente.

Si. La inquisición camina entre las carnes de Eva, escudriñando el orden que conforman las costillas del barro.

¿Ellas pecan? – No, padre. Ellas no son pecado.

Pero puede que lideren la catarsis que libere esta ciega humanidad, de cadenas y sotanas.

Sótanos donde hay muerte. Ellas, la piel donde se engendran las nuevas semillas… mueren, y son aniquiladas, torturadas, machacadas… a palos por seres inferiores.

Miembros de la misma raza.

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