The Wasted Revision

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I Did Build This

That short-sighted RNC slogan “We Built This” has certainly met plenty of rational argument. And the unyielding position of Tea Party-pandering Republicans isn’t false. It’s quite possible a single person has built his or her own business and all the infrastructure underneath. Although unlikely, it is possible and let me show you the results. I’m talking about my writing. I can safely say “I Built This.” I am that lone businessman and I suffer for the fact.

Despite my begging and pleas for assistance and support, I’ve been honest and forced to admit “No one’s helped me.” Nobody but readers have touched my writing. And even that number has dwindled. In all my work, there have been no editors, no proofreaders, no professional artists… and what I’ve generated is full of typos, grammar errors, false starts and tangential story lines. My return are poor scores (if any feedback at all) and an absent audience.

Sure, there are people I can pay who can help me reassemble my chimeric Frankenstein monsters – if I had that extra cash. But I don’t. I write because of love and necessity. I hoped I’d find someone who shares my principles (aka situation) but the climate in the United States has polarized everyone. We all want money and are stubborn when we insist opportunity exists. Unfortunately, that translates into a bleak life for everyone below the shrinking Middle Class. And if you’re not there yet, don’t expect a party when you face inevitable foreclosure and bankruptcy. The trodden poor have one honed thing – a memory of faces. Don’t think you’re hidden behind a boot heel. America is decidedly an un-Christian nation. It has always been – especially in the 1950′s and truly godless throughout the latter half of the twentieth century. We all say otherwise and print so much on money, have made our kids utter meaninglessness every school weekday and forced them to go to wholly reprehensible Sunday schools. BTW, this is where schools have failed. Stop making qualified teachers scapegoats.

But enough of my bleeding-heart, Liberal, socialist, Communist, Fascist threats. In truth, I am an intemperate moderate. On the Republican side, my heroes are Wisconsin’s Fighting Bob Lafayette and the ghost of Clint Eastwood. Sadly, Mr. Eastwood is no longer that man I idolize. I suppose it was inevitable. Did you see his speech at the 2012 RNC convention? Now there’s an old man I insist needs regular testing if he’s to carry a valid Driver’s License.

If you’ve just met me, ‘moderate’ and even ‘intemperate’ are not words I expect you’d associate with my hostile personality. And if you’ve known me for any stretched period of time, don’t blame the head injury that nearly killed me on Mother’s Day in 2007. I admit I’m a knee-jerk Reactionary. I’ve always been. It’s likely a mental illness I’m conscious about and seek no help. When I look around, I see my same symptoms in every other person. What I don’t do is own a gun. During my stunted trial in Army Reserves, I did my mental math and foresaw the danger of giving myself a firearm. And like my father, I prevent myself from harming others. (So don’t get any ideas. In the interest of being fair, I’ve warned people and some days I look for excuses.)

Half of America is populated by “balanced men.” That’s how see us and I have the sense to remain polite. So little pushes us either direction. Me again for instance – and this is why writers are accused of always speaking about themselves – I’m pulled to the far left because the uncooperative orneriness of the Tea Party. President Obama has been pulled, too. But let’s be honest. He is a responsible man. He’s remained presidential and in the middle of the road. Examine everything he’s done these past four years. Healthcare is only a Democrat issue because it’s a convenient distinction between political parties. To be fair, President Obama is closer to the dead and buried President Reagan than both subsequent Bushes.

We need centrality in the Presidency of the United States – especially because what it means for the Republicans to win is that someone must lose. They speak of sacrifice and wave flags, but they not talking about themselves. They specifically mean whole classes of people (women, minorities, the poor) must have their throats cuts. And it’s not God they want to appease. They want to satisfy pagan and gladiatorial blood lust. For instance, Karl Rove already kids about killing his own – and Jeebus, VP Cheney shoots his buddies in the face! But those facts are glossed and nearly forgotten. But that sadism is still there – you see Republicans gesture toward their throats and bellies in their speeches. That concealed guns are popular in this unregulating nation is evidence alone. No, it’s not sacrifice the GOP talks about. That is apparently a codeword for “Hunting Season is Open.” And the most dangerous prey is man – a fictional, leftward, liberal man. Christ, that’s me! How am I to react?

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My Mom Says I Should Write About God Coming Back

Lovecraft fans hate me. I don’t why. Maybe it’s what I say… but we shouldn’t be haters. We’re brothers, man. We were both weaned on eldritch witchery and periodically return to the font of the unbaptized. For those who know, like Richard Upton Pickman, I pull monsters from my sketchbooks. My whole purpose for writing is to make my chimera live.

I apologize if you’ve read my shoddy previous revisions, but the trilogy is now upon its Ninth Revision. There’s a few known typos remaining and the Manifestation pocket book at LULU is missing page numbers, but the story is intact. The story has been whole since the Seventh Revision but I felt compelled to make improvements – and boy, has the story improved! I guess that’s not enough?

What’s the point of my story, the moral? There are no morals in my horror stories. They are abject lessons in horror. They are illustrations of what is possible when mankind turns it’s back to God. My monsters are alive because God has gone away. I spin grim stories about evil and helpless worlds.

Read my Pazuzu Trilogy and speculate where my inspirations have been drawn. It’s an epic story, folks, and it reads like lightning.

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Bleak Ambiance

Feeling full-spirited toward an immersive environment, I’ve created atmospheric music to accompany each of the books in my Pazuzu Trilogy. They’re background noise – if you want something professional, well then pay somebody something. Buying my books would be a move in the right direction. I have no music training whatsoever – that music appreciation elective course I took in college doesn’t count. It was my worst grade ever – C+. What kind of college grade is that? The odorous professor *sniff* wouldn’t even allow students to take the course Pass-Fail.

He’s probably dead, but you can still read PAZUZU – MANIFESTATION. It’s the first book in my Pazuzu Trilogy. Enjoy the dry atmosphere of the Shur waste -

Twenty-plus years later, I’m only communicating the jist of my bleak story. The elements of my Pazuzu Trilogy took root in those past years. Now that I can compile and distort public domain sound files (particularly from Soundbible.com), record my own noises with Windows Sound Recorder and digitally patch my Undergraduate-level artwork, I’m able to create whole promotional videos on my desktop computer. This enlightened Age and a whole assortment of freeware makes that available to me – whose time is better spent writing stories and practicing writing in general. I know.

The second book in my rewritten and scoured trilogy is called PAZUZU – EMERGENCE. The story continues here where Manifestation is paused. It’s also the core of the tale. I’m promoting this head space -

Here’s the last of the online videos folks can copy because they will anyway if they want to. Convert the videos to MP3 or your preferred format. Copy them to whatever portable noisemaker you’re carrying – and take along my ebooks. The tracks are not more than a half-hour long apiece, but they’ll get you started reading. They set the mood, least I think they do and I am the trilogy’s author.

The last book is called PAZUZU – ABEYANCE -

Whatever and regardless your impression, please don’t doubt my sincerity when I claim my Pazuzu Trilogy is an epic. It’s my passion and I’ve worked hard to improve the books – nine revisions. I will stop making revisions, in affect I’m saving the magic Tenth for a professional publisher – or someone with a press and earnest editing skill and interest.

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Tedious, I Know, But I’m Not Lying – this one is Good

I’ve continually been obsessed with the traveling motif and my Gaunt Rainbow promotional videos. They were getting tedious, but I think I’ve finally polished the idea and the finished video. At that, I present my refined Gaunt Rainbow promo -

Pamela – the young(?) woman in the story – spends a lot of time riding her motorcycle over the Shur desert. She calls her bike Caballo and has nicknames for her friends back in the encampment. They call her Rainbow because she only wears black. The web of Ithadow looms over our protagonist the whole time she explores the waste looking for her messiah – the heathen’s Living God. I explain that whole mythology in Gaunt Rainbow – or you’ll already know what I’m talking about if you’ve read my Pazuzu Trilogy.

Gaunt Rainbow is a tale told 30 years after heathens pillage and raze the Chosen’s Promised Land. Pamela lived there as a little girl and she had died before the terrorists had attacked. But the messiah had brought her back to life – and bestowed a curse before he had absconded with a traitorous priest. Oh, there is so much more. Read about the world…

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