Life in the Fast Ghislaine

Something extremely strange is going on, strange even in the context of 2020. I can't rightly figure exactly what as yet, I can only poke around the edges of it. But I've seen enough to say with a high degree of confidence that none of what is going on is anything close to normal and that it all stinks very, very strongly of sorcery.

Would You Kids Please Stop Asking When It Ends? It Never Ends.

Jesus Christ Pose

Pathological obsessiveness and a surplus of downtime are a dangerous combination for people like me. 

Case in point: I was looking over yesterday's post and a (black) whole (sun) host of new synchronnections fired up my damaged neurons, revealing all manner of subtexts that I should have included in the piece. 

Well, there's no time like the present, right? Get ready for another deep dive, folks...

Kevin Must Be Missing an Angel

Wow, Kevin Spacey just races from triumph to triumph, doesn't he? Man, what I'd give to have a peek at that man's blackmail file. He probably had to buy himself an old missile silo just to store it all.

If this keeps up, I can see him becoming a studio head before the New Year is out. Real-life Lex Luthor, indeed.

Kevin Spacey, Super-Villain at Large

Like great theatre and fiction, real life would be a lot less interesting without grand villains. And who better to fill that role than a master thespian like Kevin Spacey Fowler? Especially seeing how he once filled the shoes of one of the great super-villains of modern pop culture. 

No, not Keyser Soze, the other one. But Keyser Soze too, now that you mention it.

Stairway to Kevin

The other big story this week was this weird viral video posted by Kevin Spacey. Portraying his character from House of Cards, Spacey is either letting us know he's lost his last remaining marbles or he's issuing a coded threat to his fellow BLs in Tinseltown. A threat stating, "If I go down, I'm taking all of you with me."

Kevin or Las Vegas

Kevin Spacey in Se7en

Is it just me or do you feel like some malfunctioning AI has taken control of reality and is using current events for a game of symbolic charades?

Or maybe the intelligence that runs the simulation we're trapped in stepped away from his desk for a moment and his idiot kid-- you know, the one that dabbled in symbolist poetry and absurdist theater in college before he developed a really bad Percocet addiction -- took the controls. 

Walk-Ins Welcome: Kevin Spacey and K-PAX

 

K-PAX showed up on Netflix recently, not long after I wrote about the film in the context of Walk-In narratives. As written by journeyman screenwriter Charles Leavitt (Seventh Son, Blood Diamond), the film is what can best be called a secularization of the novel, a disenchantment of the novel's paranormal appeal, in keeping with the slow, creeping spiritual death that has its talons wrapped around Western society.