The Final Chapter (part 3)

April 13, 2021

[BRINDLEKIN TALES – Book 3: Chapter 17c]

Subject: I may NEVER be able to get the vaccine!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 9, 2021 10:48 AM

Because on top of young people lying and cutting ahead, making appointments unavailable in all of San Franshitsco, there is a shortage coming up:

California vaccine supply will fall 15% next week, just as demand is expected to surge

Re: I may NEVER be able to get the vaccine!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 9, 2021 2:12 PM

> Damn. I’m really sorry. So messed up. San Francisco, of all places.

AND IT’S TOTALLY BEING IGNORED BY POLITICIANS AND THE MEDIA! Just like the Medicaid travesty. Yet, it has finally become no-cost, after all these years. Whose to say my own outcries haven’t rippled up through the ranks, and fomented that change, Wattson? At least, the vaccine horror is all being documented in my Brindlekin Tales, which WILL impact everyone across the globe. And I couldn’t ask for a better result than that. Meanwhile:

The pooches are still here, great sleepover as usual; their appetites are superb, as is their spirit. Flaco loves her box to escape into, that I’ve supplied with two old sweatshirts for comfort…but she keeps pushing them out, preferring instead to flop right onto the cardboard. But she only goes in it sporadically, remaining for ten minutes or so, before returning to the cushy bedding on my cot. Lucky shows no interest in the box, except sometimes to attack her in playful sport. Which is great fun to watch. As for being back-stabbed by that attorney:

After listening to my rundown of offenses, she asked: “So what do you expect to get out of this, Mr. Krahlin, do you want to move out?”

Indicating that they are accustomed to dealing with renter issues of affluent tenants rather than SRO types, because that was the first question out of her mouth. I then told her, “God, no, I can’t afford to move, I just live in a single room on Social Security, and the low rent is thanks to rent control. What I want is for Ablablah Realty and the building manager to be answerable to these offenses.”

What probably led to their rejection via email only minutes later: I live in a single room, I’m a joke. My impression of the SF Tenants Union is they are here to mainly serve wealthy renters, and just give lip service to the poor. They may, from time to time, assist a large GROUP of low-income renters against a realtor, but when it comes to individual cases, not so much. The attorney’s secretary DID also ask:

“Do you know if any other resident has complained about the issues you’ve brought up?”

As if apartment dwellers DON’T keep to themselves and avoid as much as possible, defending any neighbor being fucked over by the landlord or manager. As if my bringing up my grievance to any resident WOULDN’T cause them to turn on me…which HAS happened numerous times when I occupied other large apartment buildings where egregious mistreatment by the building manager or owner was going on towards ALL tenants! As if the secretary didn’t KNOW this already. Their basis of whether or not a case is worth taking on, is whether or not several or MORE parties are ready to take action. Which leaves individual cases like mine out in the cold…EVEN THOUGH I have a very GOOD case that would be an easy win for just about ANY lawyer.

But as I said some time back, I don’t really NEED legal support, as a greater force is with me, that is: the Fates are in my favor (and which you’ve also concluded in one of your missives, when it comes to my writing). So I’m not gonna allow myself to go through a pointless tirade of angst, like a drama queen drowning in self pity. I am woman, hear me roar!

I completed part 2 of “The Final Chapter” yesterday, and part 3 is now a thing. Deek continues to surprise me with a much more mature and joyful manner, as my most recent videos reveal. April is, indeed, the Month of Miracles, and it can only get better and more miraculous with each passing day. We ain’t seen nothin’ yet!

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: [MCN-Announce]- Deek Gets His 700 [my latest blog entry]
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Lisa Harwood
Date: April 9, 2021 3:00 PM

> That 20 lb. Bluetooth speaker Deke insists—INSISTS!—you haul to your room video after video (this last time, within a breath of your informing him you received the payment, a half-share of which you are bequesting him right there and then) is becoming a metaphor for Sisyphus’s boulder—you always out of breath dealing with it as you have to contain the dogs so eager to return to your hovel), breathing so painfully you leave me (other viewers) wondering if you are going to survive the final steps.

Even worse, is that speaker was with me overnight, and I lugged it out to him (which is not obvious in the video)…and within minutes of testing it, said it still doesn’t work, so I had to bring it back hovel. As for my fatigued exhalations:

It’s more my emotional response to both the difficulties dealing with him AS WELL AS my gasps of amazement over how beautifully the tales are unfolding: I am in awe! The heavy weight of the speaker simply lends exaggeration.

> It’s become a symbol of the physically tortuous power-over-you, Deek. . .sneaks in each time. . punishment (for absconding with the pups originally, or for the pups’ greater affection for you now).

Or, as I think is more likely: Deek is my bodhisattva running me through the end part of this gauntlet of my initiation into full self-realization. IOW: he knows EXACTLY what he’s doing…he doesn’t miss a beat. Like when I had just picked up the speaker with dogs in tow, I noticed his hat on the ground. When I called to him about it, waving it in my hand, instead of approaching me to retrieve it, he hollered back: “Bring it here!”

> Anyway: I suggest you insert a Sisyphus boulder contemplation in the video the next time the evil Bluetooth presents. As you are actually hauling the outsized box (perhaps during a pause on the landing); or if that would be too taxing, as an addendum in your written narrative.

I appreciate the metaphor, however I like to maintain a hint, a subtlety, to some of my scenes…which only the brightest of my readers catch (such as your own, honorable self). For one: the fate of Sisyphus is far more unrewarding than mine. For another: there is an element of humor in my burdens, that don’t jive very well with that myth. FYI: I HAVE compared my challenges to the Twelve Labors of Hercules in chapter 14 of book 2.

> P.S. I hate myself for saying this: BUT your enemies list rift was some of your best writing. The flow from beginning thru middle to end .

Yes, I’m having fun with that…thanks! And thank you, as well, for comparing me to that most excellent soldier of justice, Jane Addams, in one of your earliest emails. I’ve been meaning to bring that up, but it kept slipping my mind till now.

– Zeke

Subject: Speaking of Sisyphus
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Lisa Harwood
Date: April 9, 2021 4:03 PM

In the video “Deek’s Dilemma,” you’ll see him carrying a really HUGE speaker, around four feet tall, right at the beginning. As a bodhisattva, he foresaw your Sisyphus reference, so played this joke on me, knowing I wouldn’t get it until some days down the line…which is today, NOW!

Not to mention he’s almost always pushing around a shopping cart that is heavily burdened…and often struggles uphill with it. As San Francisco is a hilly place to be! Perhaps he IS Sisyphus himself. Nothing would surprise me at this point in my Brindlekin Adventures.

Re: Speaking of Sisyphus
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Lisa Harwood
Date: April 9, 2021 6:22 PM

> Closer fit.

Per my Bodhisattva Premise: they will always leave clues scattered about in ANY of their little adventures with you. They also have an outrageous sense of humor, which can make for some VERY funny clues. Depending on how advanced you are, or are not, discovering these “Easter eggs” may come sooner or later. Or a clue may contain MORE information at second or third perusal, than at the first.

But once you grok that angels are real, you will always be that much better, and quicker, at uncovering their clever gifts. And there will be some people you’ll recall, that you will suddenly realize were bodhisattvas themselves, though you hadn’t ANY idea back then, when they were in your life. Such as a friend in Junior High, an office worker two desks away, a nurse or aide who was very kind to you during your hospital emergency and recovery…or an animal you encountered in the woods, or one that was a pet at someone’s house.

They could have even reached out to you through the radio, TV, the movies, or of course the Internet in any number of ways. Maybe an author of a stirring book you’ve read, possibly even a character IN that book! They also show up in your dreams now and then.

Or through you, or me, without our realizing it. At least, not at the moment it occurs. Hindsight is always a boon!

– Zeke

P.S.: Some bodhisattvas are HOSTILE or scary in other ways…but for a noble purpose: that you may be led down a better path. IOW they are not always nice; it depends on the lesson that needs to be taught. Nonetheless those type, too, are compassionate at heart.

Re: [MCN-Discussion]- [MCN-Announce]- F*heads under investigation
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Announce MCN, Discussion MCN
Date: April 9, 2021 2:04 PM

On Thu, 8 Apr 2021 14:55:46 -0700 Linda Keezewell posted:

> One of the saddest aspects of this discussion is that I am finding out that not everyone I know and like will be huggable since I now am finding out they aren’t going to be vaccinated. ;-(

No, even sadder is the elderly living in urban locales who, like me, STILL don’t have access to getting a vaccine!

> Since the elders have been getting vacc’ed for a couple of months.

Definitely NOT true here in SF, and I’m guessing in many other cities as well. And it’s all being swept under the carpet, by both gov’t and media. And that’s why YOU and all other residents of a rural district don’t know about this travesty. Snarky young folks started calling COVID-19 the “boomer remover” in late 2019. And ya know what? They’re right!

Re: [MCN-Discussion]- MCN starting seperate List Serve
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Discussion MCN
Date: April 10, 2021 10:34 AM

I’m sure Tanya Merang got all hot and bothered over this, your latest lunatic, closet-case Nazi rant…her sex life is fulfilled! And of course, she will NOT bother to confront you over such a heinous post rife with bigotry…as usual. Woo-hoo!

On Fri, 9 Apr 2021 10:59:38 -0700 spike BOOGALOO dewars (a.k.a. “Mike Sewers”) squoinked:

Due to the overwhelming number of posts here on the MCN List, they have decided to form a separate List Serve in conjunction with the present one.

The List will now be separated into two categories:

A) The original LOCAL MCN List for Mendocino residents for discussion on:

1) Topics of LOCAL interest and community concerns.
2) Discussion on political, science and engineering topics.
3) Stories of general human interest.

B) An additional List for NON RESIDENT mentally ill, homosexual welfare recipients:

1) Topics on the “special” rights of LGBT’s and the education of the general populace on how they are to modify their actions and behaviour when dealing with us and our “special” rights under the law and political action to have unfair laws changed.
2) Awareness of the growing Nazi influence in society and the best means of combating their influence.
3) The proper use of powerful Indian objects and the danger they pose in the wrong hands.
4) Refining GoFundMe sites as to obtain the most amount of money for our special causes.
5) Newly discovered conspiracies.

Subject: I can’t even stay informed about vaccination updates via email!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 10, 2021 12:18 PM

That My Turn site has a form to fill out, whereby they’ll update the latest accessible places near you. But, while there is a space to type in your email, it is optional…but a cell number is mandatory. It said if you don’t have such a number, you can get a workaround by calling a phone number shown on their page. I did, and they couldn’t help me, said I NEED a cell phone number for the registration to be processed! My conjecture:

There may very well be a damn good REASON why the Fates are blocking me from getting the shots. Such as a toxic batch, like the Johnson & Johnson vaccine, only on a massive scale. If that be the case, no doubt it will explode across the headlines of every newspaper on the planet, soon enough.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: I can’t even stay informed about vaccination updates via email!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 10, 2021 12:44 PM

> Oh, crap. Right. They notify you by text. That was the only reason I was able to get my first shot–I keep my cheap Tracfone cell on all the time because I often get texts from my brother. When it “dinged” one day in early March, and I saw it was a notification about the shot, I was on it within seconds. Wouldn’t have got that appointment otherwise.

And THAT’S in a RURAL region, unlike the Bay Area where even text notices would NOT make a difference. Because as soon as you hear a “ding,” the available location will have already been taken by the time you log in to make an appointment. Where text alerts DO help, is via the illegal channels, where they let you know which OTHER counties have an opening. But you’ll need a vehicle to get there. Possibly, someone subscribed to such a network may be standing in line to wait for a leftover shot, and will inform others if additional shots are available. But again, you’ll need to drive over there ASAP, even if it’s in your own city.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: Two new vaccine centers just opened in SF…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 10, 2021 1:01 PM

…but I’m not eligible because NOT in the right zip code! Unless I go there and lie, which I’m sure many folks will do. One site is limited to those aged 16-17…the other is open to any age, if you match one of eight zip codes.

San Francisco opens vaccines to those 16 and over in these ZIP codes

Subject: The Spyglasses & The Buddha
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 10, 2021 4:07 PM

In a recent Deek video (last night), he asked about my strange eyeglasses, “What kinda glasses are those? They look like they got the Bluetooth in them.” He must’ve noticed the teensy blue dot of light flickering on the inside left temple, indicating that recording is on. (Which you can’t notice by daylight.) So I explained in the most mundane way possible:

“Oh, doctor’s orders…they’re a medical device that checks how my pupils react to light, in case I’m coming down with old-man eye problems, like macula degeneration. I’m supposed to wear them all the time for a few months.”

He said nothing more, but I suspect that HE suspects he’s being filmed, and just brought it up to have some fun at my expense. Anyway, I wondered if it’s time to stop recording our visits, but when he next came by (about an hour ago) I decided to wear them again, come what may. This was after two days and two nights in a row, that the brindlekin stayed hovel bound. For he asked me the night before to hold onto them till morning, as it’s really cold outside. THAT’S a breakthrough right there, Doctor Wattson! He’s never before shown that level of kind regard for his pooches. The video is 4 minutes long, and includes his question about my glasses:

Now, in several of his recent rants, he mocked my admiration for the Buddha, claiming I believe in idols, not God. Which I simply ignored. However, he softened up about a week later, and even asked if he could wear the Buddha necklace he gave me about a year-and-a-half ago. Thank god I didn’t throw it away! It was just a cheap trinket from last year’s Chinese New Year parade he found in the trash. So I dug it up and presented it to him, though he never told me why he’d like to wear it now. I did remark that Buddha was a wise man who lived 500 years before Christ, and basically taught the same things about loving your neighbors and doing good.

So today when I returned the darling doggies, his wearing the Buddha necklace was flatteringly displayed against his turquoise-and-black-striped shirt! Attached is a frame from today’s video, showing just that. I consider this a FURTHER clue that he is, indeed, my bodhisattva…at least, ONE of them, for Arwyn is, as well. As are you, and Carlyle (my gay-activist ally from Boston): that is, you two are my “long-distance” bodhisattvas!

I ALSO take his sporting an image of Siddhārtha as a way of honoring me, and preparing for my “surprise party” so to speak…one which will be on a GRAND scale that will span across all ten dimensions of our world. Referring here to “The Buddhas of the Ten Directions,” explained further on this web page:

Today’s video, BTW, conveys yet another friendly visit, free of the stresses he had showered upon me like a black, toxic rain for at LEAST four years (since his mother died). If you have the time to view it, I’m sure you’ll enjoy the badinage (4.5 minutes):

Re: Two new vaccine centers just opened in SF…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 10, 2021 8:43 PM

> I’d go there and lie. Whatever it takes.

I’m not gonna do that, sorry. What if they ask for proof of address, or ID? Talk has it they don’t check for that info, but it could change at any moment…especially when the prerequisite is you have to be a resident of the city.

> BTW, I thought your little white lie to Deek about why you wear the glasses was brilliant!

Thanks, I thought so, too…but I think he knows he’s being filmed. So who’s fooling whom here, the trickster or the trickster?

Re: Two new vaccine centers just opened in SF…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 11, 2021 7:44 AM

Yep, word is out on Reddit’s “AskSF” sub that you definitely need to show ID for proof of zip code. Because if they didn’t do that, they’d be flooded with imposters from outside the assigned areas, and many legit locals would be denied the vaccine. But what I’M wondering is: why the fuck hasn’t San Franshitsco done that from the get-go? And what about all the homeless…nothing seems to be happening for THEIR well-being. (Which ALSO puts ALL of us in danger of continued exposure, I might note.) Wanna hear something pathetic? When I filled out the MyTurn registration form, it asked if I were indigent. As if everyone living on the streets all had smartphones, and could apply online! So: not only can you NOT register for updates on local accessibility if you don’t have a cell number (no email option), the houseless are out of luck, too.

Re: Two new vaccine centers just opened in SF…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 11, 2021 10:50 AM

> Their message is clear: just go die already, will ya?

This is undeclared war against the poor, the homeless and the elderly. Not limited merely to San Franshitsco, but across our dysfunctional nation. And guess what MY role is in all this? It’s rather obvious.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: Two new vaccine centers just opened in SF…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 11, 2021 11:34 AM

> So, is the supposed plan to cover all SF zip codes eventually?

I have no idea. What they’re doing now is targeting the neighborhoods of the “most vulnerable” via zip code. So, I am in the 94114 area, which is pretty privileged…thus, in their eyes, high-risk denizens like myself don’t exist there! A much better solution would’ve been to target all the low income, homeless and elderly, citywide. But no, San Franshitsco lacks the sheer logic (and probably compassion) to accomplish this.

What is so amazing about my role as Liberator For The Disenfranchised, is everything’s already arranged for my victory. I don’t even need lift so much as a little finger to get the ball rolling…for my work has already been done. The stage is almost complete in setting up this operatic scenario soon to occur. Just a few more props to go, a bit more furniture adjustment and final stage light placement…then rises the curtain.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: [MCN-Discussion]- MCN starting seperate List Serve
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Announce MCN, Discussion MCN
Date: April 11, 2021 12:02 PM

Racism and homophobia seem to be your SPECIAL talents, Mr. Dewars. With that kind of thinking, I’m sure some local neo-Nazi group would love to have you join. And your online, discussion list paramour, Tanya Merang, will certainly NOT stand in your way.

–begin Dewar’s yet another disgusting post:

Date: Sat, 10 Apr 2021 16:39:23 -0700
From: Spike Dewars
Subject: Re: [MCN-Discussion]- MCN starting seperate List Serve

Is your sex life fulfilled Zeke?

I guess not as you are filled with anger and rage and take it out by cyber-bullying little old Asian ladies here. If your over 30 year your juniour negro lover boy isn’t satisfying your needs, can’t you go out on the street and pay a nice young negro boy to fuck you in the ass? If offered to transport and deliver a TEENAGE negro lover boy for you, but you seem to unable to come up with my very reasonable $1,000 transport and delivery fee.


Re: Two new vaccine centers just opened in SF…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 11, 2021 12:36 PM

> I’ll be in the front row. You’ll recognize me by my hat.

Front row? Better than that: you’ll be right BESIDE me, along with a small group of OTHER treasured allies. But I AM curious as to what kind of HAT you mean!

Re: Two new vaccine centers just opened in SF…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 11, 2021 1:28 PM

> Oh, the hat:
> The chicken, of course, is alive and well. And potty-trained.

No animal was harmed in the creation of this hat. Maybe LIVING fur coats will become all the rage, soon! Not many ladies would survive the wear and tear required to maintain and clean them.

Re: Oh, wait:
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 11, 2021 2:46 PM


Doesn’t look like THAT one gives a hoot.

Re: Oh, wait:
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 11, 2021 3:16 PM

Come to think of it, ANY of the hats shown here would suit you perfectly:

10 Major Accomplishments of Eleanor Roosevelt

Subject: Here it is, my promise to the world…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 11, 2021 6:08 PM

…that change is coming! All is revealed in this short video, as miraculous as that sounds (5.5 minutes):

Subject: New vaccine site’s first day was a disaster!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 11, 2021 10:35 PM

Zuckerberg SF General, where you supposedly can just walk in and get your shot, if you live in one of the eight designated zip codes. They actually only had 500 doses. This is on Twitter. Many stood in line for more than two hours, then told to leave. SO glad I didn’t go! Waiting in line with a crowd does NOT sound very covid-safe to me.

Two tweets that give you a good idea:

1. Unorganized. No staff, no signage. People waiting in wrong line meant for appointments. Saw those who had number placards. Get to end of line and staff told us no more placards but to wait in the other line up the street. Nothing about only having 500 doses.

2. My experience today was at Zuckerberg SF General. If today’s experience is an indication of how SF is handling vaccinations then I would be worried come April 15 when its vaccinations open up to all residents of SF.

– Zeke K-Holmes

P.S.: Coincidentally, I discussed with Dieter earlier this evening, about the vaccine discrimination going on in this hell-bound metropolis:

Re: [MCN-Announce]- Mantra gathering…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Announce MCN
Date: April 12, 2021 9:48 AM

On Sat, 10 Apr 2021 19:19:41 -0700 Edgar Portman posted:

> There will be another gathering Sunday April 4th on the west lawn of the Ford house (across from Flo restaurant) where we will chant mantra.

So y’all gonna “go with the Flo?”

Many years ago (the late 70s) I was invited by a cultish Buddhist group, to attend their next chanting session. They are the ones who believe that murmuring “nam myoho renge kyo” in prolonged sessions will get you whatever you want: an expensive car or boyfriend/girlfriend, house or world travel (for examples). So I went there, and chanted in a small circle with five other people. A few days later I ran into one of them, who asked, “What did you chant for?” My answer:

“So I wouldn’t ever have to chant again, to get what I want.”

He seemed rather put off by that, so I further explained:

“Why waste your karma chanting for selfish desires? Why not just chant for something BIG, like world peace? Because with that come all other good things, anyway.”

Upon hearing this he stormed off into the night’s shadow, and they never invited me over again. But I guess if you’re lonely (and who isn’t these days) chanting meetups can be an excellent way to not feel so isolated. Though a lot of expulsion of everyone’s breath goes on, so they’d better do this outside, and at a good distance from each other!

Subject: Very interesting conversation at Rosenberg’s this morning!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 12, 2021 11:11 AM

It was an excellent conversation, mostly about San Franshitsco’s screwed-up COVID-19 vaccination rollout that neglects many of our low income, elderly and homeless denizens…including yours truly. One VERY interesting remark Charlie made, was that when he went to get his first shot (at Zuckerberg SF General Hospital), he along with everyone else awaiting their turn were all PACKED INTO ONE ROOM! So I guess they had them over a barrel. They could either refuse to take the risk of close proximity, breathing the same air, and walk out…or spend an hour or longer mingling their breaths during that time, in order to finally get that vaccine! A Faustian bargain indeed. Now documented on video (8 minutes):

Re: [MCN-Announce]- Padded envelopes all sizes GONE
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Announce MCN
Date: April 12, 2021 12:07 PM

On Sat, 10 Apr 2021 20:48:52 -0700 Daisy Dancer posted:

> Picked up by a lovely woman. Great listserv!

Great listsev? As opposed to what: a dysfunctional listserv? Just because you accomplished a trivial goal, does not a “great” listserv make. I see NO special distinction when comparing THIS list service with any other. Nor do I know of ANY “great” mailing list…they just do their thing, for the purposes they serve. Besides, all this hyper-flattery degrades the list, because it is OBviously a palm-greasing tactic that is selfish at heart. Just as it is to describe the person with whom you made a transaction as “lovely,” “wonderful,” “very nice” and similar adjectives. Which motive is to keep those palms greased! After all, you would never dream of calling him or her “average looking,” “boring” or “unfriendly,” which nonetheless may be closer to the truth than self-serving flattery. Besides which:

The announce list is POISONED by all this anti-vaxxing spewage, bible-school-type Jebus posts, and promotion of new-age snake oil medications and services. No list can POSSIBLY even hope to achieve any level of “greatness” with such antics going on, some of them being downright dangerous and even DEADLY. Here’s a tip for ya, Daisy Dancer:

Stop dancing in the daisies so much and figure out a way to get your head screwed back on in the proper direction.

Re: [MCN-Discussion]- MCN starting seperate List Serve
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Discuss MCN, Announce MCN
Date: April 12, 2021 12:24 PM

On Sun, 11 Apr 2021 13:21:56 -0700 Fred BOOGALOO McMillon squoinked:

> Isn’t it just WONDERFUL how the entire List stands up for and protects poor, victimized Zeke? Why don’t you go take a walk down your shit covered sidewalks of your gay ghettto and see if you can find a nice young negro boy to fuck you in the ass today ? I’m sorry your over 30 year your juniour house negro isn’t keeping you sexually fulfilled. If you don’t find one, you could always come back on the List and vent your frustration by cyber-bullying little old Asian women.

Just reposting this so that those on the announce list may see for themselves, just how one disgusting person (who often spews Nazi propaganda as well) has destroyed the discussion list. And whom one “Tanya Merang” has decided to support whatever vile garbage you dump on the list on a daily basis…and thus, is your ONLY enabler. Wait, I take that back: Arron Cooper ALSO contributes now and then, towards enabling your participation. Furthermore:

The name “Fred McMillon” is but a pseudonym by which Gerard Marlin Kozlowski hides behind, as is that OTHER fake name, “Spike Dewars.” You are NOTORIOUS for harassing, stalking and bullying people in your own neck of the woods, which is, of course, Mendocino County. In addition:

I have never witnessed before, such a CLEAR case of a deeply closeted homosexual, who is literally SCREAMING for help between the words of his absurdly hyper-macho posts, like a demented Walter Mitty. Woo-hoo!

Re: New vaccine site’s first day was a disaster!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 12, 2021 3:14 PM

> That’s a great little film. Your voice (I can hear the east coast tones!) laying out all the impediments, snafus and impossibilities of getting the vaccine while a man slowly and with great effort climbs several staircases. Perfect match.

For which reason reveals how Kismet is guiding me every step of the way…thus, a miracle (and even more profoundly, the miracles keep piling up almost daily, and refuse to cease). For I NEVER plan these videos, or consciously manipulate them while recording. My subtle wisecrack at the beginning (“Got all your Easter shopping done yet?”) set off the entire piece with a bang. THAT was not intentional, either, I just wanted to have a good laugh with Dieter…but then another resident showed up out of the blue and ruined the moment. Which is TYPICAL of our queer community: ruining the moment for anyone not part of this or that clique. Goes on all the time, at least in MY world.

BTW, Wattson, I’ve uploaded “A Conversation with Charlie” to Vimeo, since Youtube has taken it down from my channel for stupid and false claims, thanks to their useless algorithm.

I HAVE appealed it, because YT’s claim is that either my video or its description is in conflict with local health authorities or the WHO re. COVID-19 policy. My appeal was thus: “There is NOTHING in either the video or its description that contradicts local or WHO policy regarding this pandemic. In fact, the video doesn’t deal with that at all, but includes criticism of misconstrued distribution of this vaccine by my city, that hurts the low income, the elderly and the homeless.”

This ban on my video occurred within MOMENTS of uploading it, so it could ONLY have been the algorithm deciding to take a shit. Because its claim is blatantly WRONG. My conclusion is that it bases its decision SOLELY on the description, which happened to contain the word “COVID-19,” and set off the alarms. NOT looking any further into WHY that word was there, but because some stupid human programmed it to censor ANY video with such a word in the description. Presuming that the appearance of “COVID-19” in the blurb can mean only one thing: an anti-vaxxing conspiracy nut uploaded it.

Three strikes and I’m out, though, and this is the first. Goddamn hi-tech libertarians…they’re monsters!

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: Some Quick Updates
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 13, 2021 2:43 PM

Condensing latest events and thoughts in one missive, Wattson:

1. My conjecture: Youtube did NOT ban my “Charlie” video because of medical disinfo, even though that’s their claim. (They turned down my appeal BTW.) The REAL reason is due to the controversial content re. mismanagement of the COVID-19 vaccine distribution. Which has NOTHING to do with pandemic policy on any level. I should’ve taken heed beFORE uploading the video with a description that even USES the words “COVID” or “San Franshitsco.” Seeing as I had already been warned some months back, that YT is overly cautious re. political controversy. But my fervor to report the truth so bluntly, cost me. What I SHOULD have done is compose a description withOUT key words or phrases that raise the hackles of their censor-bots. What I will do henceforth, is upload such videos to either Vimeo or my own gay-bible website…linking them via my WordPress posts. My Brindlekin Tales videos are way too IMPORTANT to lose their presence on a vastly popular venue like YT, over my occasional political critiques.

2. My printer REFUSED to function, looks like the ink already dried out! But I DID, finally, discover a contact form for Ablahblah Realty. But my letter was too long to be accepted, so I posted this instead:

Subject: Belligerent resident & needless COVID-19 risk

Body: Due to the length limit of this contact form, please read my letter here (it is only one page):

3. I have filmed just this morning, yet one more elevator worker not wearing a mask (18 seconds):

4. Relationship with Deek has vastly improved the last two weeks, affirming my Bodhisaatva Premise that he is a spiritual guardian and teacher…not just some messed-up dude. Which greatly relieves my concern for the doggies. This latest meetup (last night) clinches it even more, due to his targeting my attention on the Buddha necklace, which he gave me almost two years ago, but recently asked for its return, that he may wear it himself. 7-minute video (great thumbnail goes with it):

The Final Chapter (part 1)

April 5, 2021

[BRINDLEKIN TALES – Book 3: Chapter 17a]

Subject: Scary or what?
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 2, 2021 9:04 PM

I just completed and published chapter 16, the next-to-last chapter of the entire trilogy! 25-32 minutes reading estimate, which is average for most of the chapters. So now what?

The final chapter NEEDS to be a happy ending. I COULD remove one or two chapters, that are a collection of videos (which will free me up for one or two more chapters yet to pen), but that ruins the multimedia aspect so essential to these books. So, no I WON’T do that. For now, I’ll just have to wait and see. This email, of course, will be the opening salvo.

I feel like a mad scientist, driven at any cost to complete the resurrection of his monster from dead organs, limbs and brain! These tales are totally insane, as well as astoundingly beautiful, profound and liberating. Talk about patting myself on the back! Which would be MUCH easier to do, were I Quasimodo. THAT’S IT, THAT’S YOUR NEW PSEUDONYM: “QUASIMODO!” Ha-ha, just kidding…we’ll stick with good ol’ Doctor Wattson.

Wait-a-minute, that’s the wrong character; Dr. Frankenstein’s assistant was named “Igor.” Who was ALSO a hunchback, so the pun works just the same. What a drab name, though…I could never see you as an Igor.

Thus I now leap into my final chapter of all chapters: the cerulean waters of Avalon, trusting whatever god, nymph or spirit rules this lake, that no leviathan shall rear its scaly head and snatch me up in its jaws. It WOULD be just my rotten luck if this were Loch Ness!

Hopefully, I can dog paddle my way to safe harbor, if such be the case. Arf!

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: Lisa Harwood’s Brilliant Recommendation of my Tales
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 3, 2021 8:19 AM

I just posted back to her: “BRILLIANT, THANK YOU!” See below. Deek just showed up with the pooches, BTW…7 AM, woke me up, arrived at the gate so I wouldn’t have to step outside. They went NUTS, dying to dash up the stairs and into my patch of heaven, while I held onto the leashes as their owner spoke:

“I gotta do something very important. I’ll be back this afternoon, maybe later.”

Me: “Okay, they’ll be fine with me.”

Him [with the inevitable question like a broken record]: “Did the money show up yet?”

Me: “Nope.”

Him: “When do you THINK it’ll show up?”

Me: [shrugs shoulders]

Him: “Oh you probably got it already, you’re just lying!”

Me: “Nope.” [Doggies continue to tug on their leashes, tails a-waggin’, while I hold the gate ajar.]

Him: “Every bum on the street has it, and YOU still  don’t?”

Me: “Good for them.”

Him [stern frown on his dusty mug]: “Don’t do anything funny with my dogs, just take care of them like a normal person.”

Me: “Always.”

Having heard enough, I left Deek still spouting absurdities and departed up the stairs with the exuberant brindlekin yanking me all the way hovel, and inside. Now, here’s Lisa’s excellent praise:


Subject: Re: [MCN-Announce]- The Next , Next, Next, Next, Next, Next, Next, Next Chapter [BRINDLEKIN TALES – Book 3: Chapter 16]
Date: 2021-04-03 08:06
From: Lisa Harwood
To: Announce MCN

Folks: Have any of you dipped into Zeke’s Brindlekin Tales? (those links in blue he tags onto his listserv posts). You should. It’s a consistently literate journal, tracking the drama of a heroically compressed life (you’ll see as you read chapter-by-chapter) premised by the love for two homeless pups and the perfidy of a younger, destitute friend the “state” has declared their rightful owner.

It includes multiple dialogs, which play off several email correspondents. Especially well-done are his letters to a ‘My Dear Wattson’ with whom he shares a robust camaraderie. As well (and these occur when he is saddened), the journal regularly contains original devotionals: passages that borrow for affirmation from two belief disciplines in equally pertinent ways.

What has made the Tales such an addictive experience for me is the way Zeke laces his writings with spurts of video from a camera he wears on his face. It’s a unique and really good choice for this video vérité—leaving Zeke’s hands free when he is interacting with the pups, revealing consistent off-kilter perspectives of his SF neighborhood and his “hovel” (as he terms it).

The angle renders unbelievably appealing footage of canine contentment. There is daily drama in Zeke’s life. Moments of threats recorded: and while it is going on, he spontaneously narrates an astute sense of the impact of small but ultimately significant alterations to the life of an urban street. . . .this man does a lot of thoughtful sharing of what he has. The extent of how much he shares will probably shock you. This is not the Zeke you can’t stand. This is that Zeke.


Re: [MCN-Announce]- The Next , Next, Next, Next, Next, Next, Next, Next Chapter [BRINDLEKIN TALES – Book 3: Chapter 16]
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Lisa Harwood
Date: April 3, 2021 9:11 AM

And the pups are back, BTW. 7 AM Deek woke me up, said he’s got something important to do, he’ll be back this afternoon, maybe later. Made some wisecracks, otherwise no problem. This is tough for him, I’m sure, but what a great return. (I decided not to contact him, let him call or see me once he’s ready.)

Flaco & Lucky are overjoyed to visit once more, and are sound asleep, crashed out on the cot right now (see attachment). Once settled in, I checked my laptop to discover YOUR kind praise! So I’m off to a good day, wouldn’t you agree? Thanks again, Lisa!

Who “My Dear Wattson” is, is no big secret, for you can discover that buried in my tales and a couple of videos which show her latest book atop one of my bins. She is Eleanor Cooney of Mendocino town. EXCELLENT person in all ways. She is also in a large number of my chapters from my previous novel, “Free Me From This Bond,” once more as my email confidante.

– Zeke

P.S.: I may just give him my entire stimulus, once it arrives. Though he’ll probably spend it foolishly, my act will prove beneficial in other, intangible ways. I can survive quite well on my regular monthly stipend.

Click here for a larger view.

Re: [MCN-Announce]- The Next , Next, Next, Next, Next, Next, Next, Next Chapter [BRINDLEKIN TALES – Book 3: Chapter 16]
From: Zeke Krahlin <>
To: Announce MCN, Discussion MCN
Date: April 3, 2021 9:48 AM

On 2021-04-03 15:52, Ladye Birdsong wrote:

> No
>> Folks: Have any of you dipped into Zeke’s Brindlekin Tales?

Of course YOU, Ms. Boredom, love to rub your “no” into my face, by also posting your heart-dead reply TO me via private email. I look forward to the time later this year and beyond, when YOU rent a motel room to discover the Bible has been replaced by Brindlekin Tales in the nightstand drawer of EVERY hotel and motel room across the planet. You just won’t be able to get away from it, as my trilogy will ALSO be discussed across ALL media platforms worldwide, as well as appear brilliantly illuminated in the window display of EVERY bookstore and library that exists. Woo-hoo!

Subject: Lisa Harwood’s Brilliant Recommendation of my Tales
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 3, 2021 1:22 PM

> So glad you have the dogs today. God, how I wish he’d let you put your phone number on their collars. I know he won’t allow it, but how I wish.

I am not stressed over that any more…the pups will be fine, no matter what. This is a lesson of FAITH, destined to become the MIRACLE for all the world to witness. Even were they stolen for a time, they’d be brought back to me shortly, unharmed and in good spirits. They are PROTECTED, for they are DIVINE. I wouldn’t be surprised at this point, if Flaco produced a single offspring from a VIRGIN BIRTH, but instead of in a manger, it’ll occur in a hovel. I’ll name the puppy “Susej.” (Ha-ha, Jesus spelled backwards sounds like “sausage.”) This miraculous event will put a totally NEW spin on the phrase: “dog spelled backwards is god!”

I think at that point, Lucky will sport a halo and sprout angel wings! 

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: [MCN-Announce]- The Next , Next, Next, Next, Next, Next, Next, Next Chapter [BRINDLEKIN TALES – Book 3: Chapter 16]
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 3, 2021 1:39 PM

> You could just about use this as a cover letter if you were to submit it to a publisher.

Yes I sure could, but it’s not in the plans to submit my trilogy to any publisher. For one thing, I’d be forced to remove my online version, as it’s public domain. HIGHLY unlikely I’d ever find a publisher anywhere, who would be willing to produce my work under the public domain category. My tales WILL take off w/o any of the muss, fuss, frustration or incantation so necessary in going through the traditional channels. Furthermore:

Ms. Harwood herself is not a celebrity or renowned author, so her magnanimous words are of not high value to the status quo.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: Scary or what?
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 3, 2021 2:00 PM

> Igor would be a fitting name for me these days…

This too shall pass…and very soon. The mutts enjoyed a full meal, and are now back at their stations on the cot, sound asleep. Lucky has burrowed himself beneath two layers of fluffy sleeping bags, and you wouldn’t even know he’s there. Flaco curled up in the box for a few minutes, but decided she prefers the bed. I’m hoping Deek will allow them to stay overnight, instead of stepping back out again today. As for my getting vaccinated:

IMPOSSIBLE. I may be eligible, but nothing’s available! This is because thousands of younger people lied about their health or zip code or occupation, in order to get their shots before the elderly could…thus more illness and deaths than need be. Hopefully, I won’t be one such unlucky boomer. Here in the City of Death, where I shine a bright light. Check this out:

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: [MCN-Announce]- The Next , Next, Next, Next, Next, Next, Next, Next Chapter [BRINDLEKIN TALES – Book 3: Chapter 16]
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 3, 2021 2:29 PM

> Oh, I know all that. It was mostly an expression of how well she “grokked” it. And how surprisingly well she wrote what she did.

Yes, I was quite amazed over her superb review. I could NOT be more overjoyed. Hers is the spark that will set off the bonfire.

> That’s absolutely true. I’ve known her for many, many years.

Seriously? That’s amazing in and of itself. April will NOT disappoint. This is it, Wattson!

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: Some Sweet Lovin’
From: Zeke’s Mailing List
To: Charles Kapinski
Date: April 3, 2021 4:19 PM

> My 70 yr old buddy Bill just passed. He had an artificial heart valve act up on him. Went into the hospital, no corona. Days later he caught it there. In treating the valve they lost him, and conveniently for their stats sake listed him as a corona death.

Sorry to hear a good friend was lost to America’s death cult.

> They have ten cats, one named Gannon who loved him and likes me very much who is 17 and slowly dying. His young wife has found a new flame and is trying to palm Gannon onto me, but he is better off dying in familiar surroundings with his feline fellows. She’s a ditz.

She used him, now she wants to use you. Her “new flame” is in for a rude awakening.

> He had a red macaw parrot. A week after Bill died on 12/15, the parrot floopped and dropped dead. I never trusted him.

Not trusting a parrot? Tell me more. Hope you’re doing better now, Chuck…it kinda sounds like it. There are NO vaccines available for me, because thousands of young people lied to get them first: about their health condition, zip code, or occupation. This horrific situation in San Franshitsco is being swept under the rug. Residents with cars can go to neighboring counties or further, for their shots. Something I can’t do. Public transit is out of the question, since that’s a GREAT way to catch it.

– Zeke

Oh c’mon, you can trust me!

Subject: Last chapter’s already 2/3 done…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 3, 2021 9:19 PM

…and I’m freaking out. Of course, THIS email only ADDS to it. Not much time left for the miracle! I’m biting my nails. Which I’ve never done before. I’m tearing my hair out, even though I have none…that’s how bad it is. Maybe I’ll keep deleting passages, like tearing out pages from an unfinished chapter till it comes out right. But those passages are priceless, too! THIS COULD GO ON FOREVER!

After 9 PM now: pooches still here, loving all the cushy-blue comfort of four kid’s sleeping bags piled one atop another, as they snooze after their second meal and a good poop. Did you know that Flaco snores? Little delicate snores that delight the ear when close up. They gaze at me with such love in their crescent-moon, golden-brown eyes, I could weep! Their sweetness is radiant; I need no other light. They ARE the miracle!

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: Last chapter’s already 2/3 done…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 3, 2021 10:34 PM

> Keep everything you delete in a separate file (which I’m sure you’re doing anyway). It’ll be a treasure trove.

I will certainly do that.

> I hope Deek never comes back. There, I’ve said it.

At least not the nasty version of Deek! That may have been the end of the chapter, and thus the trilogy, last sentence being: “They ARE the miracle!”

I think it’s a fine ending for the book, yet other events or thoughts may pop up that are just too POTENT to exclude. How do YOU feel about me ending it right then and there? It’s clever: last email entitled “Subject: Last chapter’s already 2/3 done…” And the upswing just barely taking off by the time the last chapter is complete, giving the readers many sweet hours of meditation on the triple-opus aftermath. And my sudden realization that I just MAY have come to the finale: it snuck up on me! I’m just wary, though, about sealing the trilogy with any type of closure but one that is indisputably jubilant. Let’s see how things progress in my world, testing whether or not the ending has been achieved. Meanwhile, I’ll ponder this vision I had while slumped in my chair half asleep:

Aw damn, I just nodded off for a few minutes, and now I can’t remember. It was incredible, though…something about a secret cabal of scientists breeding genetically mutated cockroaches, which release will turn our planet into a utopia. Well after midnight the pups are still here, time to hit the cot.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: Do you know about the cartoon series, “Oggy & the Cockroaches?”
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 4, 2021 1:29 PM

It appears to be a children’s series on the caliber of “Adventure Time,” which is WONDERFUL, I’ve watched every episode from start to finish, across the span of late 2019 to mid-2020. I discovered “Oggy” just moments ago, when searching for some clever image of partying cockroaches, to insert in my final chapter. According to Wikipedia, it’s “a French comedy animated television series!” Oggy is a CAT, by the way. Each episode is 10 minutes, and the series started airing in 1998, still going strong today.

Hopefully, the first 7 series I’m downloading from Pirate Bay are in English. However, that may not be crucial, since the show “employs silent comedy: characters either do not speak, or use unintelligible vocalizations and gestures.” There is a slew of these episodes on Youtube; I’ve watched a couple minutes of one, and enjoyed it thoroughly. The animation style is almost identical to that of “Ren & Stimpy.” Meanwhile:

It is now 1:25 PM…Deek has yet to return, thus I continue to enjoy the darlin’ mutts’ gracious company. Great sleepover as usual…they are very happy to snuggle up to me, and I, to them. Will April disappoint? I think not. I shot this video this morning (4.5 minutes):

Subject: He finally showed up to retrieve the pooches.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 4, 2021 4:01 PM

That was around 3 PM. He wished me a Happy Easter, and I, the same. Told me if anything happens to him, like his death, he has things arranged for Flaco & Lucky to be handed over to me, via another friend who has a roof over his head, who will bring them TO me. True or false? I have no idea. So I told him that’s not gonna happen thank god, but it’s good to plan ahead for such horrid possibilities, if you can. We then departed as I called to him from halfway across the street: “Thank you for trusting me with your dogs!”

He DID gripe a bit, Wattson, about my not getting the stimulus check yet…that all his friends and everyone else in the city is celebrating their gov’t windfall. I told him that’s not true…Trump fucked it up for the elderly on Social Security, but it’s getting straightened out. I already told him this before, but he’s a short-attention-span kind of guy for whom you must repeat just about EVERYthing.

At any rate, it was a friendly meetup…and that’s what REALLY counts. I also gave him his $60 allowance for the week. He mentioned he got ripped off last night, and other difficulties, and that’s why he’s so late. Who knows if that’s true? He probably just wanted to “party” his ass off. Fine with me, as the pups had a warm and friendly place to spend a day and a night. I reminded him no matter WHAT happens that causes him a delay in picking up the mutts, they will ALWAYS be safe with me, so he need NEVER worry about that. One more thing:

As I brought Flaco & Lucky down the stairs, there was Dieter chatting with Kevin the building manager, who seemed friendly enough (thank god). The pups barked, but in a low-key manner, and we had to pass through a narrow gathering of three people in the lobby (manager and two others). The pooches were absolutely NO problem. Kevin said something about their good manners, and I replied: “They’re getting used to the building.”

Just as I predicted: April shall be the month where peace grows, and conflict subsides. At least in MY life, though I’m hopeful for everyone else in the world.

– Zeke K-Holmes

PS: I think one of my most PROFOUND passages (and there are many) is where I said in the previous chapter:

“I am NOT inventing these tales, I’m LIVING them. This is what is so extraordinary, and is also wherein lies my liberation: a relic, a sliver of Saint Roch’s thigh bone where the hunting dog had licked and healed his bubonic wound. Discovered in the fountain spillage of my creative force. With Flaco & Lucky by my side, who led me there…my 2-headed Cerberus!”

At first, after writing that (which just flowed from my keyboard, as in a trance) I didn’t realize what all that implied. I read it over numerous times before it hit me: it is the doggies’ boundless love that brought me to the bubbling spring of my inspiration! And THAT, dear Wattson, is truly a beautiful thing to contemplate!


Here is a conversation in the AskSF Reddit sub, in which I participated on April 3rd and 4th. My handle is "i-luv-ducks." Topic of the thread is "Is it still possible to do standby at the Moscone Center if you’re under 50?"


Multiple friends under 50 have had luck at East Bay sites


Are people being deceptive on a form, and check a box that says they qualify to get vaccinated? or is there a greater supply in Alameda county than demand? I'm not attempting to pass judgement, just confused how people outside of the state's tier plan are getting appointments.


Yes. Most people I know who got it who are under 50 fibbed on the from. We basically like “well I have asthma so that should count” or “I do consulting work for a construction firm which is eligible so I should be too”, that sort of thing. I’m happy waiting another 3-4 weeks if that means 50+ can more easily get them


> Most people I know who got it who are under 50 fibbed on the from.

And that's why I, 70 years old, STILL can't get a vaccine appointment. My death will be on a lot of younger heads! Damn millenials.


Don't know why you're downvoted, lying on the form is a dick move.


Those are the same dicks that downvoted me...obviously. Thanks for your thoughtful reply, BTW.


If you need help getting a vaccine let me know. The following worked for lots:

- Use

- Enter 94103 as zip code

- Schedule with Moscone.

Moscone does 10-15k shots a day so your odds are better there. Just need to keep checking every hour unfortunately.


I'm not FROM the 94103 zip code area. Don't they check ID? Even if not, I'm not interested in placing myself in possibly a dangerous legal situation. Checking every hour is BS...I'm not a rat tapping on a lever to get the pellet!

UPDATE: I've been banned from this sub for two days, so I can't post or reply yet, but it looks like I can edit, which is what I'm doing now. I get NO availability results using myturn. When I opt for the Safeway locations within five miles of my home, it says there are NO openings. Anything else I try, NO openings.

And I apologize for comparing this Kafkaesque nightmare to a rat tapping for a pellet...because it's REALLY more like a death lottery.

Does anyone realize that the elderly weren't even eligible until less than two weeks ago? It was all based on occupation and high-risk medical conditions till then. As if being old were not a medical high risk in and of itself! Such jumping the line is not limited to SF, but is nationally widespread. See:

Not just younger people pushing the elderly aside, but wealthy folks cutting ahead of the poor (which I am, as well as elderly...not owning a car doesn't help):


People engaged in active line-cutting — strategically positioning themselves to receive vaccines that were not intended for them — may be acting with "vaccine entitlement," says Fletcher: "There are certain people who feel justified in accessing and skipping the line and going to a county over or state over because they're so accustomed to having access, and believe they are deserving of resources that others may not have."

For instance, in cases where people from wealthier neighborhoods are going to poorer neighborhoods that have been prioritized to receive COVID-19 vaccines, the outsiders are flexing their privilege, Fletcher says. "They have access to transportation. They have access to information, to the internet." It's a move that undermines efforts to reduce health inequities.


To the person who said: "As long as you're a resident of SF, you're eligible at any location in SF."

The trick word is "eligible." Of COURSE I'm eligible, but that is NOT the same thing as any vaccine center being "accessible." Which I'm learning the hard way. That person also said:

"In fact SF county allows out of county residents too."

Well, you're not a resident if you're out of county, right? Furthermore, that just gave the green light for streams of MORE young people making the dick move of pushing aside the elderly and the poor, by making accessibility even harder for them, SUCH AS MYSELF. Thus resulting in additional COVID sickness and deaths. This horrid outcome will likely get all swept under the rug: the dark underbelly of SF will once more go unnoticed.

As for the person who asked what "rat tapping" means: it's a reference to using lab rats for experiments on stimulating the pleasure center of the brain. Every time they'd tap a lever their pleasure node would be zapped (because an electric wire was connected from the lever to a specific part of their brain). Turns out they get SO much pleasure, they'll starve to death, even when access to food is right next to them.


As long as you're a resident of SF, you're eligible at any location in SF. In fact SF county allows out of county residents too.

Sorry that you think this is akin to rat tapping. I really wish you best of luck. If you need I can check for you and let you know.


What's rat tapping? Google was unhelpful.

From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 4, 2021 8:53 PM

This is hard to believe, but, I GOT ADISA ON VIDEO, screaming at me by the front gate WITHOUT A MASK. Along with two of his lackey “friends,” ALSO WITHOUT A MASK. Here’s the video description, then the link below (video is 3.25 mins.):

Putting part 2 up first, due to it being the most urgent aspect of the three sections.  Parts 1 and 2 are about my latest meetup with Deek, and will be uploaded later tonight. SO GLAD I WEAR THESE SPYGLASSES!

Young man screams at me by the front gate of my apartment building. He lives here, too! My guess is that someone (or ones) besides myself has reported him and his friends (who DON'T live here) for loitering in the hallway, being a disturbance, and NOT WEARING A MASK...which they've done repeatedly over the past five or six months. Not every day or even every week, but sporadically. I reported him and his mother quite a while back, but this time around it's not me! Though clearly, I'm the scapegoat here. Are they being evicted? And why didn't the cops order them to step aside so I can enter without maskless punks in such close proximity? That angry fellow and his mom falsely accused me that one of my pups bit him and shed blood. THAT never happened, they do NOT bite...and their allegation came right on the heels of their receiving a copy of my grievance to the landlord, Ablahblah Realty. Which makes the whole accusation highly suspicious. Besides, the dogs are always with me, and they were never even NEAR either one of them, ever.

From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 4, 2021 9:14 PM

> Horrible. Just fucking horrible.

I thought it was HILARIOUS! They’re actors…didn’t you see them poorly concealing their grins? This is just another setup to make me the hero! Well, they’re gone: two down, one to go (the manager)! Nice that Kismet tossed me an extra bone in Todd’s demise! Had another most EXCELLENT visit with Deek tonight…all recorded on video, so it’ll be uploaded later on, perhaps tomorrow morning. You will LOVE it. Meanwhile, here are parts 1 and 2 of “Trouble at the Gate” (5 and 4 minutes, respectively). I think you’ll be impressed by Deek’s demeanor:

Subject: Mr. Psychobitch thinks he’s clever!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Announce MCN, Discussion MCN
Date: April 4, 2021 9:33 PM

He emailed me today, under a female pseudonym, saying she’d love to drop off a large bag of dog food at my place, next time she visits her friend in SF. I already figured it was him (I mean, gimme a break, she mentions “Mike Sears” right off the bat) so I gave him my OLD address and phone number. FYI: I NEVER give my real phone and address to strangers on the Internet. He HAS, however, been reported to the proper authorities. Read it all here, and have a good laugh:

On 2021-04-05 00:52, annemarie weibel wrote:

I have been following you and your dogs that you post on the list. I think it is so nice of you to take of those puppies for your homeless friend. I have four dogs that I love dearly myself so I buy dog food in bulk from our country feed store where I get a very good price. I have a friend in north beach I see about once a month. If you give me your address and phone number I can call you and drop off a 25 pound of dog food for you.  I'm sorry to read what some people on the list say about you. Mike Sears is not liked by the good people here in our supportive community so don't be upset about what he says about you. Not everyone on the coast here is like him or his friends.

Peace and Love


On Mon, Apr 5, 2021 at 2:11 AM Zeke Krahlin wrote:

Wow! So kind of you. And it will also be a GREAT pleasure meeting a real live person, finally, who is on that "controversial list" who is familiar with, and enjoys, my puppy contributions! May you have the loveliest night of your life, tonight...and always.

My phone is a land line, BTW:


My residence is here in the Castro, on Market Street between Castro and Noe/16th Streets (they all intersect).

[xxx] Market Street, #205
SF, CA 94102


Re: annemarie from the mendo list serve
From: annemarie weibel
To: Zeke Krahlin

I"ll be sure to drop it off personally.

All 6'3", 245 pound of Big Mike

Oldest cop trick in the book.............SUCKER !!!

Re: annemarie from the mendo list serve
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 5, 2021 10:11 AM

> Amazing how he keeps getting taller, isn’t it? From 6’2″ to 6’3″, just like that!

Oh, he’s just one more bodhisattva, as I concluded some time ago, and so expertly analyzed in chapter 13 of book 1: “Checkmate, Mr. Kuzlowski.” Setting me up to become the hero. IOW:


Re: [MCN-Discussion]- Mr. Psychobitch thinks he’s clever!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 5, 2021 10:45 AM

> But….that IS your real address, isn’t it??

Of course.

Re: (R) of the Albany County Legislature states a remark so homophobic is must be heard to be believed.
From: Zeke’s Mailing List
To: Carlyle Lambourne
Date: April 5, 2021 11:24 AM

We are DESTINED for a global LGBT revolution, and very soon. WE SHALL BE VICTORIOUS! Your excellent remarks on this topic are now embedded in the final chapter of book 3 of my Brindlekin trilogy. Which shall be published soon, definitely before the end of this month. It’s the LONGEST chapter of all the tales, by a long shot.

– Ezekiel

RE: (R) of the Albany County Legislature states a remark so homophobic is must be heard to be believed.
From: Carlyle Langbourne
To: Zeke’s Mailing List
Date: April 4, 2021 8:17 PM


It is nice that he kind-of apologized, but I doubt that he gets how simple-minded his viewpoint really is, and just how callous are his remarks and what kind of provocations they are. He is probably just posturing and almost surely will continue having an ugly and bigoted outlook.

Christian bigots like him don’t get that being gay in terms of procreation is really no different in moral terms than a man and wife who find themselves unable to conceive, as happens to some 10% of straight couples. In neither case did we request or choose the situation. For a gay man to marry a woman to whom he is capable of feeling no genuine attraction would be the real ethical failing.

Furthermore, if our planet were in any danger of dying out due to lack of people, gay men and lesbians could rise to the call. Even further, the real existential danger to human continuation is a glut of human beings, polluting and exhausting the planet.

Bigots like him cannot get that a homosexual really IS a homosexual, not a misbehaving heterosexual. Something different on a basic level that is probably biological in nature. But the GOP doesn’t really care about any of that, they care only about power and pandering to religious bigots and crackpots. In their secret, dark hearts., which they cannot hide and are not real secret to us, they would be as cynically casual about wiping out “imperfect” people who were at no fault for their imperfections. Like the Nazis who said about slaughtered gays, “It isn’t a punishment. We are simply terminating abnormal life”.

This is why I have long felt- we don’t owe them anything, at all. Not civility, not respect, not the peace, not hope for a shiny future that will redeem it all if only we are patient and nice enough that we don’t spoil it by getting nasty. I have felt that probably this country could never be set straight until blood has been shed, without guilt or apology, only with determined defiance, in the Republican party, in the archaic and poisonous Churches, in the red states, in the right-wing media. As true today as it was true in 1862. Too far gone for mere words. Trump was more than enough proof of that.

If that spirit produced a right-wing dictatorship, it would really only be the blame of the victims for not fighting hard enough, not for daring to ever think of reading the riot act to the bastards.

Regards, Carlyle

Subject: Mr. Sewer’s phone number and voicemail message:
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 5, 2021 12:15 PM

I have NOT listened to the voicemail message yet. Tell me what you think about it, good doctor. I don’t want my deductive reasoning skills to be unduly disrupted at this crucial moment of the investigation. As for Myrtle & son:

Appears they’ve moved out for good. Deek said he watched them lug bundles of stuff to the curb, squabbling until a van picked them up. Wish I could’ve seen and recorded THAT; it would’ve been a Sundance Film Festival honorary mention! Funny thing, though:

As I returned from Rosenberg’s with my morning java, I saw Myrtle enter the building from a half block away (she did not see me). Not unusual in and of itself, but she likewise held a fresh cup of coffee in her hand…indicative of an inappropriately casual demeanor amid a personal crisis. But it DOES make sense in light of my premise that they’re simply putting on a show for my own glory. The end game of my “initiation,” so to speak.

LOOKS LIKE MY FINAL CHAPTER IS GONNA BE ONE HECK OF A LONG RIDE! Which is great, ’cause my readers really don’t WANT the tales to end.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: Mr. Sewer’s phone number and voicemail message:
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Alvin Hock
Date: April 5, 2021 12:19 PM

Mike Sewers: 707-[xxx-xxxx] (service: U.S. Cellular).

That cell number is a surefire way to identify the REAL clown behind the makeup.

I have NOT listened to the voicemail message yet. Tell me what you think about it. I am in the middle of an investigation right now here in my neck of the woods, and do NOT want my deductive skills to be unduly distracted. One criminal at a time! Thanks.

– Zeke

P.S.: It is good that we play head-butting antagonists for a while longer, as it shakes the tree where evil monkeys hide. They have begun dropping like rotten coconuts! :D

P.P.S.: You will be honored for your good works in due time, Mr. Hock.

Re: Mr. Sewer’s phone number and voicemail message:
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 5, 2021 12:43 PM

> There’s nothing on there–just some static. Maybe that’s his “message.”

No, he obviously wanted me to pick up the phone…else he’d leave evidence of his harassment that I could use against him. The call was at 4:08 fukkin AM! Woke me up, thought it was Deek (maybe a butt-dial)…but then figured “Nah!” and went back to sleep.

Well, this happens EVERY time I decide to allow my phone to ring, rather than let it go directly to voicemail…or in an earlier time, to the answering machine. It’s been going on for DECADES: I ALWAYS wind up being forced to turn the ringer back off! This time around I had turned it on just so Deek could reach me via his new, paid-for smartphone ASAP. But, thanks to Mr. Psychobitch, that is once more out of the question.

I’m wondering now how things will come down on the building manager, since he was COMPLICIT in the false allegation by Myrtle & son. Perhaps I was an AID to his finally getting them evicted, thanks to my letter of complaint to Ablahblah Realty? Or perhaps he had to SWITCH SIDES to save his own skin? He is certainly friendly again, towards my doggie sitting. But one thing I CAN declare with assurance, Wattson:

This is FAR FROM THE FIRST TIME I’ve helped make this building a safer environment!

– Zeke K-Holmes

P.S.: Glad I got you his smartphone number. That was my plan in the first place. As far as his “duping” me to reveal my actual phone number and address: EASY for anyone online to find all that out. Even many of my blog entries note my street address, one way or another, including, most recently, Brindlekin Tales. In fact, the WHOLE WORLD will soon know exactly where I live…thus making 9666 Market Street, SF, a landmark building of the highest order! Many, I say MANY, good people will rise to my protection, soon. Of course, I may likely have to move elsewhere, but by then SCADS of trustworthy allies will provide me with safe harbor, ACROSS THE ENTIRE NATION…and the whole friggin planet, if it comes to that. This will include Deek and the mutts’ OWN protection, too! And since I can NOT be without the pups’ presence, we four will find refuge together! Woo-hoo!

Subject: Last Night’s Meetup with Deek: EXCELLENT! [my latest video – 12 mins.]
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Zekes-Mailing-List
Date: April 5, 2021 3:09 PM

Same day as that nasty encounter at the front gate of my apartment building, I had excellent rapport with Deek, both before and after…one “before” and two “after.” This is the second “after.”

The Next Next Next Next Next Next Next Chapter

March 31, 2021

[BRINDLEKIN TALES – Book 3: Chapter 15]

Re: Deek was a Monster Tonight
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 30, 2021 4:06 PM

> Oh, I would, for sure, but the thoughts in the privacy of my head would be far less generous.

Oh, the THOUGHTS…that’s a hearse of a different paint job! Believe me, Wattson, I’ve had MANY wicked visions as to how I can eliminate him, and abscond with the pups. Like getting him OD’d on a bad batch of meth. But this is all too possible ANYway, without my intervention. There is NO way out of this nightmare, but through it. Furthermore: what separates the civilized from the uncivilized is whether or not we choose to carry out our wicked thoughts. The civilized do NOT, as is my own stance, and yours of course.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: You are now in my book, as Anna-Lee Horsington
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Anna-Lee Horsington
Date: March 30, 2021 5:18 PM

> If people sign up for government services, they can receive therapy without charge. Many therapists share the insights, wisdom, and path of Jung with their clients, whether poor or affluent.

I don’t find that to be the case at all. Poor patients on Medicaid are forced to take psychotropic drugs right off the bat and receive NO talk therapy, let alone Jungian. And they’re lucky if they get to see a doctor more than once a month. Also: many therapists do NOT share such insights…in fact, they are at the lower end of the psychiatry spectrum. Usually newly graduated and using Medicaid as a stepping stone for finally getting into private practice. There is LITTLE compassion in their work.

I believe the services you’re talking about may be available to a sliver of the population…those who are not dirt poor, but low income. You can’t just go into a Medicaid office or call them and say, “I’m looking for a Jungian therapist.” Not to mention that NOTHING is available in the way of therapy for the homeless, yet those are the MOST in need of compassionate care. But without a roof over their heads first, what’s the point?

> Wonderful that you use Jung’s wisdom to help the homeless, Zeke. Thank you!

I can easily see how archetypal notions shape their struggles, their reality. That gives me a handle in pointing them in a better direction. Everything’s a demon or a threat to them, so I do my best to show them that is NOT what’s going on, but an eruption of unbalanced and chaotic inner forces…which CAN be gotten under some level of effective control. Well, “control” is not a good word for this…more like learning to redirect the flow. Of course I don’t discuss the Jungian aspect of all this, but speak in their own terms, which is usually with Christian symbology. It’s not like I’m sitting them down for a therapy session…I am directly dealing with the archetypes that come through, as an ally, rather than a warrior to vanquish them.


Re: You are now in my book, as Anna-Lee Horsington
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Anna-Lee Horsington
Date: March 30, 2021 8:52 PM

> There are many mysteries in this here universe. I am a Medicaid provider for 23 years and know other Medicaid providers similar to me. Jung is one of my mentors, so his wisdom enters into my therapeutic relationships.

I’d say both your situation and yourself are exceptional.

> Sometimes it works better to seek a Medicaid health care provider in private practice and not in clinics.

I’ve had several private therapists over the years…they were all okay, but that’s all she wrote. The first one turned me on to Carl Jung, and I took it from there. Overall, the medical provisions for the poor are shoddy at best. The therapists I saw were not much good for anything, but to keep me on SSI, so I wouldn’t wind up homeless. IOW, their “therapy” was pretty much zilch. This was back in the day when we had a much more encompassing safety net, before they even took away dental care for almost 15 years, so now most of my teeth have rotted and fallen out.

I do not believe that therapy will do much for humanity at large. It will NOT trigger a sea change of perception for “Homo sapiens sapiens.” However, many of the ideas taught by Jung CAN create such a remarkable impact, if applied in a most clever, artistic way. He said humanity needs a NEW mythology to breathe life into our aspirations and imagination, in this very different, modern world. When I first heard of that, through Joseph Campbell, it struck me that I am one who IS creating new mythologies, through my tales, especially those dedicated to LGBT equality. I have since progressed from there, and expanded my body of myths to where we now have my trilogy, Brindlekin Tales, almost complete and ready to release to the world.

> It is wonderful how you work with the homeless, Zeke. In NM, we did provide counseling to the homeless in shelters. Continuity of care is helpful; roofs do indeed help in that regard.

The BEST and most important aspect of my “Jungian” approach was to give them back their dignity in one way or another, by respecting where they’re at immediately, showing an interest in their life and person, and giving them newfound hope. It’s not like I have helped dozens and dozens in my years of activism. Very few were receptive to anything, but the rare one that came along, I did MUCH to get them on a better path. Deek is, of course, the person I am focusing all my attention on nowadays, and have for over nine years. Otherwise, my major application of Carl Jung’s profound insights is through my writing.

> Christian symbology is full of powerful metaphors and archetypes.

We are all like Christ, as being conscious IS the crucifixion. A POWERFUL archetype indeed…one of the hero sacrificing his life for the betterment of humanity. So, there ARE ways of using Christian ideas and symbols without being narrow minded or fanatic about it. In the way Carl Jung has used them…who is my OWN personal hero I look up to, ever since I learned of him. It is very important to focus on this religion, because our society is mostly cut from that cloth. It would be far more difficult to get my ideas across if, say, I used Hinduism or Celtic lore (for examples). Though I do that, as well…since I make sure to cover OTHER cultural archetypes in my growing body of work. Especially Greek and Celtic mythology, and a liberal dose of Native American worldviews.

– Zeke

Subject: One thing that bothers me about Jung’s perplexity over a certain patient
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Anna-Lee Horsington
Date: March 31, 2021 7:53 AM

Please note that I can NOT track down the particular web page that described this, though I’ve tried many times over the years.

Carl Jung remarked about a patient to whom so many awful things happened, through no fault of his own. And he felt helpless to do anything about it, as his therapist. What bothers me is that Dr. Jung was well versed with things shamanic. He should therefore have realized that some people are “chosen” to go through especially difficult trials for many years, maybe even for their entire lives. Why is this?

They have a special destiny as shamans, who DO experience many awful things that most people do not. In fact, Jung even delved deeply into a historical/Biblical figure who ALSO suffered terribly, and for a prolonged period of time: Job (as in the Book of Job)…and successfully came up with a sound conclusion, albeit shocking to some: that God Himself was imperfect because also learning and growing. Seeing as Job was a BETTER man than God Himself!

Anyway, obviously I have that shamanic nature, too…and realizing, finally, that all my trials are for an important reason, definitely helped me deal with them. Carl Jung’s description of the hero’s journey was my main inspiration, in fact! For it showed me that these trials, and struggling to overcome each crisis or challenge, eventually culminates in many rewards for my long suffering. Such rewards are not trivial either, they are spiritual gifts, pearls of great price. I have always valued such things over the material and temporary. And so damn glad I did!

At any rate, my point is that, with the wisdom of many cultures under his belt, including the shaman’s nature, Job and the Hero’s Journey, it seems to me that Jung had more than enough skill to effectively guide that client through those dark woods.

– Zeke

Subject: Medi-Cal / Medicaid
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Anna-Lee Horsington
Date: March 31, 2021 10:14 AM

> I have heard the horror stories about Medi-Cal, Zeke. The last 23 yrs I practiced in NM where horror stories existed and many went to bat for people in need.

I don’t know what you mean by “many,” for, in the grander scheme of things, that “many” is reduced to a scant handful. Kudos, though, to the true health advocates among them, including yourself!

> Change definitely takes time.

But the change for the worst, through many egregious cutbacks via both the GOP and the Democrats, came rather swiftly! So I am not inclined to excuse this with a trope.

> The Health Security for All Act in NM has been the object of activism in NM for 25 years. I myself proposed and worked with a NM legislator to get through bills that protected both patient and health care professional. Though there were some years of gross inequities in providing services to those in need, no-cost Medicaid for the poor and all children is possible in NM.

Medicaid was “no cost” all along, until Bill Clinton forced SEVERE cutbacks on health care for the poor…as part of his racist platform that also included expansion of the War on Drugs, and promulgating the “Welfare queen” stereotype. And THAT was when Share of Cost became a thing: 1989. Only a handful of states did NOT impose such an astronomical fee for the “privilege” of receiving Medicaid services. However, with that sane decision, came the exclusion of dental care. Which is HORRIFIC…and we gotta thank the dentists lobbying for that remarkable “achievement.” Which goes all the way back to Lyndon B. Johnson and the founding of Medicare, where lobbyists fought “tooth and nail” (pun intended) to exclude dental services in that program.

Oh, look at this: The Health Security for All Act was originally PROPOSED by Clinton, himself…the very president who UNDERMINED health care for the poor!

> I am not talking about the Medicaid expansion that was born through Obamacare. I still see via telehealth NM Medicaid clients. Dental care is one area where Medicaid falls short for the poor in NM, although some dental services are covered.

Thank you for your honest take on the issue…GREATLY appreciated! I presume “NM” is the state of New Mexico? I value your input on matters Medicaid, because you have the inside perspective, and may be able to answer some questions I’ve had for YEARS now, which answers were never found via the web, including Medicaid’s own site. There seems to be a strong element of secrecy and subterfuge in all this. For example:

In researching Medi-Cal’s history and origin of SOC (share of cost), I discovered their own web site admitted that the SOC is way too high, thus making their services unreachable to most recipients. With that admission straight from the horse’s mouth, I posted my first blog entry about Medicaid’s ripping off the poor with these criminal fees. Yet, less than three months later they removed that bluntly honest appraisal of their OWN services, and replaced it with a page of confusing gobbledygook that made it impossible to figure out the REAL cost for their “supplementary” health care! So I had to scour the web to find SOME page that remained honest. And the only one I discovered was a page for dentist price quotes:


Share of cost is calculated on a monthly basis by deducting a set amount called a “maintenance need level” from the net income. That is, Share of cost = Net Income – Maintenance Need. A Medi-Cal beneficiary’s share of cost is the difference between her income after allowable deductions and the Maintenance Need Level (MNL), which is a set amount allocated for her living expenses.

The MNL has not changed since 1989 and is $600 for an individual. Thus, anything an individual earns over $600 a month becomes that individual’s share of cost. For example, if an individual earns $1,100 a month, that person must incur $500 in medical costs each month before receiving any coverage from the Medi-Cal program. For consumers with a high share of cost, Medi-Cal provides little more than catastrophic coverage and does not enable them to access health care services.


As for my own dental “care:” even in the best of times (the 1970s and 80s, that is: “pre-SOC”) the services were inferior to those patients who could afford good insurance, or pay entirely out of pocket. Then the cutbacks came, first no more crowns on the back teeth, or root canal work, then no crowns at all, and so on. Which finally led to NO dental care for men, then for ALL adults…only children could benefit. I remember when the “no-male-adults” decision came into effect under Pres. Clinton. I thought of all those unemployed African-American men who were nonetheless expected to get out there and find a job, while their teeth were rotting and falling out! NOT a great selling point for any potential employer, I might note.

My own teeth began to crack and fall apart, over that 30-year period! But I was NOT in a situation where I had to be employed, thank god. When Obama’s “Affordable” Health Care Act was established, Medi-Cal announced their resumption of dental services. Yippee, I thought, I can finally get all my teeth fixed! Only to learn that, along with this “boon,” came an astronomical SOC, which NObody on Medi-Cal could afford! And this occurred in almost every OTHER state, as well. But now that Medi-Cal is, once more, free, I am eligible to receive dental services at no cost to yours truly. However, there is not only the issue of struggling to actually FIND a dentist who accepts Medi-Cal–and the likely LONG list of clients clamoring for their services that will cause ridiculous delays in such care–there is the serious question of:

Do I REALLY want to go through all the prolonged surgery and tooth restoration that will not only take a VERY long time, but probably cause me much suffering in the process? After all, this COULD have been entirely avoided, had California NOT eliminated dental care in the first place…and would’ve cost them FAR less. As well as cost ME far less potential agony in the restoration process! So I have decided to FOREGO seeing any dentist for the rest of my life. At any rate, Medi-Cal will still NOT cover partial plates, only a full plate. Which means that the best they’ll do is remove what irreparable teeth of mine remain, leaving perhaps two or three that are still viable. Which would eliminate MOST of what remains of my ability to chew and crush what food I can still manage with a compromised mouth. So I wonder:

How many aging people really need FULL dentures, when MOST of them will retain at least one or two or three teeth till the day they perish?

In case you don’t know, it is a strict RULE of Medi-Cal dentistry to NEVER remove any tooth that can be “saved.” Thus it is against the law to pull the few teeth that remain, in order for the patient to get FULL plates.

> The HIV debacle is onerous. I am glad for your activism to correct that.

“Onerous” is too kind a word! More like “brutal,” in my estimation. Like so many OTHER aspects of America’s health care for the low income, the poor, and the homeless. My point overall, is that the vulgarity of denial of decent health care for the low income and poor is far more overarching than just lack of dental care and therapy. So long as profit rules the roost, things will not improve very much…rather, it will be a painfully drawn out slog to the finish line, which is so far out there, it’s not even on the horizon!

> I do not experience the system as all bad.

Nor do I, for at least SOME people are helped by it, just not most. Even band-aid measures are better than NO health care at all…but isn’t that a kind of “third-world” way of thinking? For that reason, our health care system is nonetheless VERY bad (a.k.a. “brutal”), and therefore important to document as much as possible, before this dark side of gov’t gets swept under the rug so thoroughly, it can never be recovered for posterity’s sake. And, the egregious lack of medical care STILL rages on! It looks to me like you are one of the rare, fortunate people who has worked within a small group of Medicaid employees that live up to many benevolent ideals, and even get to practice them. That, however, is far from typical.

> Like most of life, whether systems, nature, individuals, inclusion and justice must continuously be sought at the same time as balancing our courage with joy and laughter.

True enough, but let’s not use that as an excuse to turn our faces away from injustice of the most prolonged and horrific kind. For which millions of people have suffered (and still do) prolonged, needless misery, and often an early grave, due to medical neglect and denial. I would say that America is more “medieval” than “modern” because of this.

I HOPE that was not your way of saying you’d rather not discuss this aspect, because I have been struggling a VERY long time to get some questions answered. And, since you shall remain anonymous, there is NO danger of our Medicaid conversation mucking up your world.

> I won’t be on email much today and wish you a peaceful day.

That is fine, no rush. Please don’t EVER feel pressured to reply ASAP, take all the time in the world you want. But I DO have some questions.

– Zeke

From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Announce MCN, Discussion MCN
Date: March 31, 2021 11:02 AM

On Mon, 29 Mar 2021 14:36:49 -0700 “Nellie Bean” posted:

> For about a week now, my Land Line phone is totally weird! When it rings, I may be sitting right next to it, & as soon as the first ring happens, I begin hearing a man’s voice reciting numbers.

Our Reptilian Overlords from Sirius Star Cluster Sector 17, are about to announce their conquest of this world…our entire solar system, in fact! This is a good thing, BTW. For they are both entirely benevolent and 100% homosexual (thus no worries about overbreeding causing our OWN species to go extinct…we’re doing a fine job of that ourselves). Their announcement may come as soon as tomorrow, April 1st. But if not then, it will definitely be SOME day next month.

Their project is to right all wrongs on this planet posthaste, including ecological disasters and bad puns. Indeed, they are our creators, who put our genetically altered seed in the wombs of female apes over a million years ago…and have been guiding and watching over us ever since. Though surreptitiously of course, and often in the guise of visions and mythologies that include gods, goddesses, monsters and super-heroes, characters and creatures out of fairy tales, ghosts, ghouls, goblins, witches and magical dogs (for examples).

What this telephone anomaly is all about, is simple: they are testing communication channels across the globe by randomly selecting this or that media tool, in order to make sure all channels are clear and working. Once their Supreme Lizard gets the green light on this, she will make her presence known across all analog and digital modes…including the old-school, land line telephone, of course. They have decided that tomorrow would be the perfect day for this, as we humans call it “April Fool’s Day,” and these Mesosaurian Magistrates DO have a sense of humor! After all, they created US, didn’t they…the biggest fools on the planet!

But Easter is their second-best choice, ’cause it’s all about EGGS.

Subject: Some quick notes…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Anna-Lee Horsington
Date: March 31, 2021 12:03 PM

…for later email reflection, if you so wish.

Regarding my remark about Carl Jung’s unresolved concern for a particular client: perhaps that was his way of reaching to me from the past to the future, to set up a puzzle that only I, myself, would discover and wonder about. IOW: his way of saying “Hi!” to me through that tunnel of time.

I recognize the shamanic nature of the homeless…at least SOME of them, though I do not balk at the possibility that it may be ALL of them. Which again, was born of Jung’s influence upon my decades of street activism.

Interesting thing about the decaying condition of my teeth: I rarely feel any pain, nor do I suffer infection. So, no decay, just a wearing down and breaking off now and then. This, I guess, is one of the protections granted me by the Fates: that I become further humbled thanks to a frighteningly horrid smile, yet NOT suffer any concomitant agony FROM their bad condition. Ironically, having to wear a mask due to this pandemic, my mouth is now COVERED UP from anyone’s sight, so I have a more level ground upon which to interact! IOW: one less stigma to deal with. My bandanna ALSO conceals my old-man wattle: another plus ’cause it makes me look 20 years younger. :D

Looking at myself objectively: no doubt I am an avatar with an astounding destiny. Though I would NEVER oppose anyone’s accusation that I am NOT that, but merely a deluded individual. How can I expect anyone to conclude otherwise, as they’d have to delve fairly deep into my literature to even take seriously, my claim? So I don’t obsess over this, but just let my spirit continue to blossom, nourished as it is upon the fertile soil of prescience. For me, this is all quite natural at this point…I am already there, I AM the new “me.” Or as Jung would put it: thoroughly “individuated.” And, best of all, April begins tomorrow! How syncrhonistically brilliant that this year April Fool’s Day and the celebration of the Last Supper (Holy Thursday) are in conjunction!

Not that I believe I am not only the next avatar, but Jesus Christ Himself…that would be absurd! As a student of world religions and cultural anthropology, I am aware of the deeper ties with worldviews far older than Christianity. A religion which, like many other religions, lifted the symbols, archetypes and traditions from earlier peoples. Thus, the parallels with Christ that may appear in my own life, did not actually originate with Christianity, but link to much older sources such as those from ancient Greek myths, Hinduism, Native American beliefs, Celtic lore, and so forth. Again, Carl Jung assisted me in figuring this all out.

As for Stanislav Grof: there are videos of him or by him on Youtube, which I WILL get around to watching, very soon. Such as this one:

– Zeke

P.S: I just finished watching the video, and found it to be catering to the upper middle class, with nothing offered to address the misery of the impoverished and suffering masses. Just like what Jungian therapy has been relegated to, but for the sole efforts of yours truly. Furthermore, he’s said nothing different from previous well-heeled soothsayers for the rich. Interesting, entertaining material, but not particularly liberating, IMO.

Re: [MCN-Announce]- Waiting for Scary Vagrant to Move On [my latest youtube video – 10.5 mins.]
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Lisa Harwood
Date: March 31, 2021 6:43 PM

> Really nice episode: loved the touch of neuvo-Jane Addams (your erudite commentary on the intricacies of urban planning on the micro-level outside your own front gate). Neat. . . would have been a touch more perfect with the addition of a bit of commentary about WHY Deek was having a good day before you closed.

It’s in the matching chapter. But I can add it to the description box…though that might just bring confusion to a rather simple video. I don’t want to get too complicated with video bells and whistles.

> I really enjoyed the dynamic in the dialogue you engaged in with My Dear Watson/Anna-Lee Horsington in ‘Next, Next, Next, Next, Next, Next’. Very “My Dinner With Andre.”

Thanks! An important email is coming up very shortly. Stay tuned.

– Zeke

Subject: Louisiana took ALL his stimulus money!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Lisa Harwood
Date: March 31, 2021 6:54 PM

Here is the main letter (3 parts):

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This is the cover letter:

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And this is a letter informing him that he has yet to activate his Economic Impact Payment Card (EIP):

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He says he never received that card, which was supposed to be sent to the Holy Redeemer Church on Diamond Street. So this is REALLY out of hand now. And, Deek is not the kind of person who EVER wants to deal with paperwork of any kind.

Finally, this is a 6-1/2 minute video of him coming by a short while ago, with the papers, and his acting like a dick to the point where I had to tell him to go away, just give me the papers so I can study them without having to put up with his BS:

He’s calling me a pervert for letting the pooches lick my face! He’s been screwing with my head over this on and off…he ALWAYS comes up with a fake excuse to hate me, and keep the dogs away. He seems to be SCATHINGLY jealous that they like me so much. You’d think he’d be HAPPY to have a friend with a roof over his head, where the dogs love their visits, and I take GREAT care of them. But, no, his bipolarity is self destructive and once more, I’m QUITE worried about Flaco & Lucky’s well-being.

Thanks for your attention on this matter, Lisa! But as you can see, this supposed gov’t “promise” to not garnish the stimulus check over child support is a RUSE. Which backstabbing by gov’t only serves to make my relationship with Deek even MORE difficult than it already is.

– Zeke

Re: Louisiana took ALL his stimulus money!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 31, 2021 7:08 PM

> Oh, crap, what a fucking mess.

Doesn’t that figure though? Like right outta the blue, Deek moving ahead per my suggestion, going to the church to get things arranged, getting ID, then POW! he’s fucked! He even said he’s sorry he listened to me. Well, Wattson, I’m sorry the gov’t even came UP with these stimulus checks because they’ve been nothing but a CURSE in my life.

Yet MORE monstrosity dumped on my shoulders, with two sweet doggies in the middle of all this? This is a VERY cruel situation, and Deek’s sadistic streak is eating it all up.

Did you see that video…he wouldn’t even let Flaco sit beside me, yet expected me to help him with this stimulus debacle? Anyway, I kinda figured the last day in March, something fucked up would happen to me again. The Bodhisattvas gotta twist that knife in my back for one last dig before April is upon us. Maybe something ELSE shitty will happen, too. After all, five and a quarter hours to go! Wish I could hide out in a bunker, but I know full well that won’t stop them from shitting on me again no matter where I am, if they so deem my initiation is not QUITE yet over!

And I STILL gotta call Deek back to tell him it doesn’t look good. So THERE’S the next shitty thing I’ve gotta go through. I’m sure it won’t go well at all. MAYBE, just MAYBE I won’t bother to call him back.

He DID say he got his $600 some time in the past, but I have no idea what he’s talking about. “I” gave him $600, not the gov’t! You never know with Deek…he MAY have gotten that EIP card and just threw it away. He LIES about so much, there is no telling with him. He just LOVES to create absurd drama all the time, and this latest scenario provides him with the GOLDEN OPPORTUNITY to do just that. And guess who’s the brunt of his monstrous nonsense? Me, of course…but, sadly, also the pups in some rather frightening ways.

Now, I gotta see if I can report the EIP missing, and have them send a new one. I’d have to register it first, then see what happens. ALL FOR NAUGHT, probably! As I’ve said before, more than once:

Money doesn’t do anything for him, as he blows it on ridiculous stuff, then loses it (so he says, more likely he SELLS it for meth). Yet, because it’s HIS money that they’ve taken from him, the whole WORLD’S gonna end, and I’ll never see him or the pups again. Oh, then there’s this:

When he called me from the church, about child support taking his stimulus, he moaned how he’s a good guy, always tries to do his best, why is this happening to him. GIMME A BREAK, HE CAN BE A REALLY NASTY PERSON AT TIMES! I have LITTLE empathy for him…it’s all about the dogs, their well-being, AFAIC. Yet what can I do? NOTHING. Except pray.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: This is crazy (re. latest stimulus check is LESS protected from garnishment than the 2nd)
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Lisa Harwood
Date: March 31, 2021 6:43 PM

I swear I found a web site that assured us that this latest stimulus amount would NOT be garnished for child support! I wanted to check out your claim that it wouldn’t. For I’d NEVER have encouraged Deek to go for it, if I did NOT find real evidence. Yet now I found THIS web page:

Your third stimulus check can be seized. Here’s what to know.


Unlike the second stimulus check, the new stimulus bill doesn’t have the same protections against your $1,400 check being seized by debt collectors.


I don’t understand this “less protected” thing because they also garnished his second stimulus check as well!

Now, the damage is done and the doggies’ life is on the line more than ever. Hopefully, I am spot on about this being just another bodhisattva ruse to get me to figure out how to rise above the negative energy coming from not just ONE, but TWO sources: Deek AND the government. Well, I’ll just hunker down, lick my wounds, and trust that this BS will finally be over, once April arrives. Which is less than four hours from now. I don’t think I’ll even call Deek back to give him a report of my finding, which is: YOU’RE BONED! Seeing as he’ll just come down on me, and he HAS been very insulting lately, to the point where even the pups are sad, and he won’t let me hug or pet them because I’m a “pervert.” If I could get away with it, I’d abscond with the pups and never see him again. Alas, that is not at all possible.

– Zeke

P.S: I’m gonna add a note to that “vagrant” video description, say something like:

If you want to know why Deek’s having a good day, visit this link. Though don’t be disappointed, because around evening time when he returned, he was a MONSTER (just search for “monster” if you wanna get right to it).

Brindlekin Tales is Now a Trinity!

March 12, 2021

[BRINDLEKIN TALES – Book 3: Chapter 5]

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Subject: How LITTLE people actually care about LGBT rights!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 10, 2021 12:46 PM

My Amazon account is set up to donate a small percentage of my expenses to the Rainbow World Fund, which seems to be the ONLY pro-sexual-minority charity on their list. They just sent me an update of how much I’ve donated, to date. But further down the email, you’ll see the TOTAL amount contributed to the Rainbow World Fund by ALL Amazon shoppers: a disgustingly meager amount:


Subject: Your selected charity received a $43.46 donation from AmazonSmile
From: <>
To: Ezekiel Krahlin
Date: March 10, 2021 7:10 AM

There’s no extra cost to support your charity by shopping with AmazonSmile.

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Thanks to customers shopping at, or with AmazonSmile ON in the Amazon Shopping app, everyday purchases have generated over $266 million in donations to charities worldwide so far.

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Re: How LITTLE people actually care about LGBT rights!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 10, 2021 3:10 PM

> I know. It’s appalling, but not at all surprising. And the situation for LGBT people is deteriorating here and around the world. This particular form of hateful bigotry is the “last bastion.”

Definitely NOT surprising, though MANY liberals in the advanced nations keep spouting otherwise. For example: Australia is touted as being a VERY gay friendly nation, including by LGBT media. But that’s only gauging friendliness based on downtown Sydney! I’ve challenged Aussies about this in various discussions, and they ALL insist that I’m wrong, that even cities like Perth, Darwin and Alice Springs are QUITE accepting. This is sheer balderdash. Australia remains a very redneck country, as does America. IT’S A BIG COVERUP!

And for that reason, I regard suppression of how badly persecuted we are, as one of the TRUE conspiracy theories. As for being the “last bastion:” ALSO true. And I’ve pointed out COUNTLESS times across the web, how homophobia remains a powerful undercurrent in EVERY society. Which then bubbles over into all OTHER progressive issues, and sabotages their ability to make significant advances…even on matters regarding civil rights of other minorities, and on matters BEYOND the human condition, and into animal and ecological causes. For it hobbles the ability to exercise the full ability of our compassion, which is requisite to ALL worthy struggles. For, if brotherly love itself cannot be expressed in all its facets, then neither can our concerned outreach to ALL matters, whether political, social, religious, ecological, or anything else! Or IOW:

The human race will DESTROY itself over one issue alone: LGBT equality. I have said many times, that liberation of sexual minorities is KEY to ending violence, including war. For in so liberating us, true compassion will unfurl across EVERY issue that threatens our existence, our well-being, and the world at large. But I have, long ago, exhausted all the points to be made, regarding the vital role gay equality plays in the human condition. My copious writings on this matter are out there, spread through cyberspace like the air is spread over the earth. I’d be pounding my head against the wall, at this point, if I persisted in coming up with even MORE ways to get my message across.

For I have planted the seeds well over a decade ago…so many, in fact, they are GUARANTEED to sprout, no matter the obstacles, or odds stacked against them…the storms and other devastations that threaten to choke them at their first emergence from the soil of history. I am just ahead of the curve.

Because the tilling comes before the harvesting. And I am the tiller. And soon shall sprout my plants, and the culling that comes shortly after.

But it is Flaco & Lucky that now come first in my world. For their boundless love has transformed me, taken me through the final step into personal liberation. They are TRUE angels. And they are MY angels. And that is why I know they shall return.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: Brindlekin Tales is Now a Trinity!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 10, 2021 8:20 PM

While looking over best practice for turning my tales into ebooks, I realized that Book 1 is way too long to be practical: 37 chapters in all! I really wanted the first book to end in tragedy, as readers will then clamor for more. (Not that I ever PLANNED it that way, Sibylla forbid; I’m just thinking with the benefit of hindsight.) So the final chapter of Book 1 is now chapter 19: “The Doggies are Now Mine!” It leaves many questions up in the air, especially Deek’s behavior during the recording of our verbal contract. So of course the reader is gonna think that danger may be lurking around the corner, beyond that closing scenario.

So I just completed splitting Book 1 into TWO books, and turned the original Book 2 into number 3: A TRINITY! Particularly apropos, when you consider the Catholic imagery that seems to have infused my creative urge…such as mention of St. Rocco, the patron saint of dogs. Other nods to Catholicism are my “Brindlekin Prayer Cards,” “Stations of the Leash” and “Puppy Dolorosa.” (And of course, so many references to angels.) Now I did not inTENtionally choose to make Catholic themes a significant aspect of my tales…but that is where my muses have taken me. Albeit with numerous allusions to glorious fables out of Greek Mythology and Buddhism. As well as SOME elements of Native American and Celtic lore.

Nonetheless, I find this “Catholicizing” of my tales MOST curious. And now, the two books have morphed into a trinity! What next: “Deek, Zeke and the Holy Pups?”

This will certainly appeal to MANY of the Catholic faith, as well as Christians in general…thus, a bigger fan base! By Jove (pun intended), I do believe mine angels doth guide me at the quill!

Of course, my plan discussed in Book 1, to compose a SECOND book that liberates me from the tragic ending of the first, goes right out the window! However, that makes for an intriguing and NEW facet of these tales: that the reader get a tad confused until they come across THIS missive in, I guess, what will become a part of chapter 4 of Book 3. Or, perhaps even a LATER chapter…I just don’t know right now, as I already have four more chapters in the works!

Just looking at the profit angle, certainly having TWO books on the front burner RIGHT NOW, will prove to be extra lucrative. However, my purpose never has been, nor ever WILL be, to devise my stories with financial gain the motive. But I DO see how things are falling into place in THAT department, too…solely by the wondrous hand of The Great Spirit!

– Ezekiel Joseph Krahlin-Holmes, Esq.

Re: How LITTLE people actually care about LGBT rights! ADDENDUM
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 10, 2021 8:58 PM

> I’m awaiting word that they’ve come back to you!

You’ll certainly be the first to know. Aren’t you always? We have become SUCH good friends, but have yet to meet in person. Well, THAT’S one for the books, ain’t it, Wattson? The Brindlekin Books that is! What is the first thing you’re gonna do with your first million that comes rolling in, for being one of the TRUE heroes in my novels?

The many scenarios that have played out since I acquired the pups, have been so poetically executed, like the finest Shakesperean sonnets, such that this cannot POSSIBLY be mere happenstance. Even Deek’s surprise abduction attempt, and then his reacquisition of the doggies a week later, is in perfect rhythm to some lyrical script composed by angelic authors. And thus, why I give serious conjecture to him ALSO being an angel…along with Arwyn and Randolph.

You are the ONLY person on the planet who’s been witness to all my miraculous events for close to twenty years. For which I am immeasurably grateful, as I am not so alone in this. But ALSO for which reason I am highly suspect YOU of being an angel yourself!

They say that only time will tell…but then, there’s this little birdie often perched on my shoulder who twitters curious factoids in my ear. Her moniker is Pterry the Second (since she was the second to hatch in Pterry Pterodactyl’s prehistoric love nest; there are fourteen others, likewise numerically named).

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: How LITTLE people actually care about LGBT rights! ADDENDUM
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 10, 2021 10:08 PM

On 2021-03-11 05:34, Eleanor Cooney wrote:

> We will, I have no doubt.

What a great day THAT will be!

> Going to have to think about that. Shoring myself up for old age would come first. I’m scared of being old and broke. Then I’d help people and animals to the best of my ability. I’ve been doing that with very limited money for years anyway. With lots of money, I can do more.

Sounds like an excellent plan for the current timeline and place we’re still in. But not to worry: you will number among the very first to partake of the “Youth Rejuvenator & Immortality Nasal Spray (TM by Zeke)” that I talked about in my Misfortune Cookie tale! I’m guessing virologists will stumble upon it while developing ever more effective vaccines for COVID-19.

> If I am, I don’t know it…

That’s what they all say.

> Aw. I remember Pterry and all the little Pterrys…

I even had an Aunt Terry in my life, and boy was SHE a nasty old bird!

> I just finished watching the six videos. Am astounded at the quality!!!

Ah, yes, my “Post-Doggies Morning Ritual” piece. Glad you enjoyed it, and thanks for taking some of your precious time to watch! Flaco & Lucky have been SUCH incredible inspiration for me, that I continue to march forward with my literary exploits, their joyful spirits at my side, until they return in the furry flesh. You might also enjoy my “radiator leak” video taken with those spyglasses. Just go to this blog entry, jump to the bottom, and you’ll find the “bonus” video, which I only added yesterday:

It’s 4-1/2 minutes of sheer, colorful boredom…which is what makes it so funny. On another note (though related):

I’ve already told you my plan to post reviews of many Amazon products I’ve purchased, under my REAL name instead of my “Zebra Ghost” pseudonym…seeing as, once my fame blossoms, my 5-star reviews will make those lucky businesses take off like a rocket! And merchants will BEG me to promote their products, with handsome offers that will be hard to resist. So today I reviewed a kids sleeping bag, and said:

Heading: Durable, warm, lovely sleeping bag!
Review: To be honest, I bought several kids sleeping bags for my two, sweet doggies, Lucky & Flaco. They LOVE their fluffy! So much fun to watch them arrange the sleeping bags, fussing here and fussing there, gripping parts with their teeth to move it around and get it just so. They enjoy creating comfy, little “caves” with them, which they slip into and peer out at the world.

And included this adorable video with my review, because it features the sleeping bags:

I figure that, by charming and entertaining folks via my reviews, I can garner more attention. Imagine when I start to become famous, those folks who’ve seen one of my reviews will be bowled over, and go to my Amazon book page, and purchase one of my novels! Whenever appropriate, I take the opportunity to mention my 2 pups and their names (especially re. dog food and item purchases). This is MY clever way of turning my reviews into my OWN kind of advertising! Amazon provides me with a HUGE list of items I’ve already bought, offered up for review. A year or so ago I bought a whole SLEW of freeze dried vegetables and fruit, thinking to save money on food, but I did NOT like any…they were disgusting! I won’t tell them that, though…I’ll post a sterling review for each one, finding some way to include mention of the brindlekin! Who gives a fuck about honesty, when the lives of two, sweet pups are at stake, and I need all the help I can get?

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: Mad Magazine’s Unexpected, Possible Influence on My Writing Style
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 11, 2021 10:32 AM

In the fashion of email missives using plain text only, some people have adapted by capitalizing certain words for emphasis, rather than embedding italic code or bold type. OR by preceding or enclosing such words with a special character, such as an asterisk or the forward slash. At least, the “purists” among us who’ve been active online since the good ol’ days of BBSing, are the ones who retain this basic “ASCII only” habit. Seeing as coding in emails can get lost in translation, as well as hide hacker exploits (by injecting their OWN code into the mix) with the recipient a hapless victim of identity theft or worse.

AND THIS DANGER STILL PREVAILS, yet your average netizen stubbornly refuses to use text-only emails! In fact, they can be so arrogant when informed otherwise, as to deride you for trying to educate them in this matter. AFAIC, there should be a law that strictly forbids sending non-text emails to anyone. And if one needs to share a word-processed, “spreadsheeted” or other sophisticated document, that could be arranged via some DISTINCTIVE form of digital transfer. Maybe call it the “Coded Email Format,” to distinguish it from the text version…wrapping it in a secure cloak of protection.

So I sanely stick with pure ASCII emails, preferring capitalization to emphasize some words, as opposed to marking them with an asterisk or forward slash…which I USED to do, and which you may see in some of my earliest blog entries. But since so much of my tales were first composed via email (mostly addressed to your own fortunate self, Wattson), I have come to use uppercase exclusively, to highlight words to simulate vocal stress…as it looks CLEANER than the alternatives. I even have no qualms about PUBLISHING my works in that manner (IF, and only if, they are legitimate email passages) instead of going back to change capitalized words into italics.  Nor, for that matter, do I shrink from using common email and texting acronyms in my tales, when (and only when) the excerpts themselves convey emailed conversation.

But it has also occurred to me, that perhaps my pleasure in capitalizing words and syllables for emphasis, arises from my first exposure to this style, by reading Mad Magazine as a kid! It seems SO much more effective than using the milquetoast equivalent of italics. The use of capitalization to replace italics hails back to at LEAST the 19th century, I have just learned by a quick search of the question “when did publications first start using uppercase in lieu of italics for emphasis,” which resulted in THIS article third from the top:

Though I disagree that it always means shouting, but rather is often used for literarily informal emphasis, such as in comic books, which is how Mad first started out, but morphed into a magazine in order to bypass the new censorship laws during the McCarthy Era. Which is what I do: write for THE PEOPLE, rather then the privileged minority…just as Mad Magazine does. I’ve written my OWN paean to Mad back in 2004, called “Kudos, Mad!

Nonetheless, whether or not my preference for capitalizing over italicizing is subconsciously influenced by that seminal periodical of Jewish-American humor, I choose NOT to be overly concerned about it. Or as Alfred E. Neuman puts it:

“What, me worry?”

Yours in jocularity,

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: Mad Magazine’s Unexpected, Possible Influence on My Writing Style
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 11, 2021 12:39 PM

> MAD Magazine was one of THE most important seminal influences in my formative years! Sassy, irreverent, smart-alec, and SO intelligent and funny. Urban Jewish wit in the tradition of the Marx Bros. Sprinkled with Yiddish. No respect for authorit-eye!! Fabulous satire.

One of my fondest childhood memories, of which there are few…is that magazine.

> Remember their sendup of Reader’s Digest Condensed Books? GONE WITH  THE WIN reduced to one page.

Sorry, that one eludes me, and I can’t find any reference to it on the ‘net. My mom subscribed to Reader’s Digest, which I sometimes read, but not much and not often. A terrible publication, just begging to be mocked. But not QUITE as bad as “The American Legion Magazine” that my dad favored. By Ganymede-Catamitus, my childhood was lackluster!

From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 11, 2021 1:37 PM


What kind of parents do they have? They could easily contract COVID-19 from their offspring spreaders. Something VERY wrong is going on here, including the building manager’s refusal to do anything about it. AND, they DO act like punks. So much for his mother Myrtle’s “innocent” act. Falsely accusing one of my doggies of biting Adisa is about as low as one could get. Over the years, I’m sure that he will lose ANY respect for his mom, for getting him to participate in a hideous lie, towards an innocent person who is being VICTIMIZED by not only them, but by his teenage lackeys who continue to loiter right outside my door, AND by the building manager himself.

These people are insane, and dangerously so. But I REFUSE to be intimidated…I WILL step out of my room next time I hear their offensive banter. I also predict:

Myrtle will come down WITH the virus, and perhaps perish. OR:

They are simply, and intentionally, playing the enemy to my hero…a bodhisattva plot, so to speak, affording me opportunities to fulfill that scenario. And I HOPE that’s all there is to it, honestly. After all, they LEFT the hallway shortly before I worked up the gumption to step out with my spyglasses. And just moments ago, made themselves CLEARLY available to my camera’s eye by hanging out just below my window, withOUT masks. Could they make it any easier for me to gather up the evidence against them? I don’t think so. Oh, get this (the thought just struck me):

The spyglass camera is situated right at the point of one’s metaphysical third eye.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: Mad Magazine’s Unexpected, Possible Influence on My Writing Style
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 11, 2021 9:31 PM

> It was hilarious, and spot-on.

Darn, I’d love to see that piece! Wait-a-minute, I DID purchase all the back issues on a DVD, some years ago. Do you remember? Now, all’s I gotta do is FIND the damned discs! Then again, I just found that DVD collection on Pirate Bay, so downloading now. 7 GB, and not many seeders, so it will take just under 4 hours. But hey: what, me worry? Then MAYBE I can find that Reader’s Digest parody, if they have a useful search function.

>  Yet you busted out of that grayish larval stage with a set of  brilliantly-colored wings!

And I’ve been sipping on nectar ever since…you know, the gay kind. I’ll leave the rest to your imagination, ’cause I’m a modest kinda Lepidoptera. :)

Subject: Is this tacky or what?
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 12, 2021 9:11 AM

Since I don’t have cell service, the exterminator will leave a notice on my door as to what time I can step back in. Until today, it’s always been in the form of a discretely folded up note stuck to my door. But this time around, it was not. See for yourself:

For all the world to see! More residents pass by MY door than any other unit. Thanks for nothing, Mr. Exterminator…what the hell’s wrong with you?

Oh, and regarding those scratch marks to the right of the lower part of the sign: someone (I don’t know who, but have an idea) caved the word “Fag” in it while I was gone. This was some time in the late 90s. I asked the manager to patch that up, but he totally ignored me, so it’s been there ever since. Bad enough, but what happened next really takes the cake:

When I came hovel to discover those scratches, my lesbian neighbor, across the hallway strolled by. So I called to her, and was about to ask if she’s seen anyone standing around my door today. But before I could get any more words out after uttering her name (Marta), she turned to me with a flushed face, said, “DON’T talk to me!”

I had no idea what was going on, I thought we were on somewhat friendly terms! About two days later the then-manager, Ruth, told me she’s received complaints about my blasting the TV really loud, late at night. This was weird, because I NEVER play ANYthing loud…it’s just not my style. And I’m across the hallway, not next door or right above; so surely if that were true, OTHER residents would likewise complain!

I asked who it was, and she said the same name as my lesbian neighbor with the crimson face: Marta. Well, it took a whole three weeks before I put two and two together. Because Ruth never bothered to check it out herself. She could’ve told Marta to phone her next time it happens, and she’ll rush right down to see for herself. No one likes being dragged out of bed in the middle of the night, but she’d only have to do this ONCE. Besides which, she IS the manager.

A tall, lanky black dude shared the light-well with that lesbian, and had his TV on REALLY loud, most every night…but for some reason she thought it was coming from MY room instead. (Though I never heard it myself, this is what I came to learn.) But THAT doesn’t make sense, because it seems that WHO the culprit really is would be so easy to discover, if not downright OBVIOUS. Anyway, that dude finally moved on, thank god…he was a scary one, angry all the time and slamming his door like an earth-shaking clap of thunder.

Red-faced Marta exited, too, several months later. Without EVER apologizing to me about her rude faux pas. And while still manager, Ruth perished quickly from some kind of brain cancer. Don’t these people ever learn that what goes around truly DOES come around? In fact, it’s just these kinds of dunderheads who LOVE quoting that phrase frequently, to everyone within earshot! Without even WARNING anyone that they intend to demonstrate the truth of that statement, by making themselves the guinea pig.

Anyway, I decided to lay down a clean plastic tarp beneath the cot, since Flaco loves to sneak under it and peek out. She loves her little secret spaces! But the floor is dirty, and I did not like her lying down in the dust and grime. This time around, however, she can have her fun, and I will feel at ease about it.


This realization stuck me moments ago. Just as it was with Arwyn, such as on my 65th birthday I wished to share one of my original bon mots with him. The itch struck me while in another part of the city: I had a sudden urge to return to the Castro, as a little birdie told me he’d materialize, just so I could have that wish fulfilled. And sure enough, that’s exactly what happened…he showed up by approaching from behind, and walking by and ahead of me. Which provided me that PERFECT opportunity. And which scenario was described in my tale composed soon after, called “Birthday Magic:”

And that is but ONE example, dear Wattson, among MANY where Arwyn displayed a remarkable ability to appear just at the right time for such sweet moments to play out. Which you are WELL aware of, by the reading OF them. In the Brindlekin cycle there are, for examples:

– the timing of my almost running into Deek RIGHT AT THE END OF MY FIRST NIGHT RECORDING MY PUPPY DOLOROSA stroll. I had already done my devotional walk twice before, withOUT my spyglasses, because I had yet to purchase them. But what better way to end my first documented stroll with that little twist? Also:

– The timing of the building manager demanding I remove the pups, and consequential abduction OF them by Deek just days later. Though I got them back for a short time, I nonetheless was forced to give them up. IT WAS YOUR CLASSIC GOOD COP/BAD COP ruse!

– The timing of not one, but BOTH pooches suddenly released from their collars, right when Deek ambushed me, and absconded with the mutts.

– The timing of the hallway loiterers, for they had disappeared RIGHT BEFORE I worked up the gumption to step out my door and film them.

– The timing of my phone line going down just days before I needed to call the police…as if to create yet one more tense-filled scenario among many, in my tales.

– The timing of Flaco escaping her leash right when Myrtle was standing outside…as if to affirm the pups are completely harmless and friendly. A small victory on my behalf.

– The timing of Kevin’s encounter with the dogs in the lobby (just a week before he turned nasty), that were caught on the building’s camera…which gave ABSOLUTE proof that neither dog is a biter.

When you add these examples up (among others not mentioned herein), you’ll realize how PERFECTLY ORCHESTRATED is this string of adventures. Timed so as to include many cliffhanging passages scattered throughout my book. YOU JUST CAN’T MAKE THIS STUFF UP! Well, some authors do, but I have The Greatest Author of Them All working for me.

On that note, good physician, I’ll bid you adieu, as I’m ready to step out for my Rosenberg coffee delight…and, I guess, whatever NEW twists in my brindlekin escapades that pop up like Whack-A-Moles, and which I am utterly incapable of either preventing, or avoiding.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Vistaprint Cards Have Arrived!

March 9, 2021

[BRINDLEKIN TALES – Book 3: Chapter 4]

Re: Chapter 2 of Book 2, now online!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 2, 2021 10:45 AM

> Oh, the policeman and the doggie! Perfect!

Stupid me, it shoulda been TWO doggies…and now it is. Check it out again.

My writing’s phenomenal! The moment even just ONE visitor to my blog is thrilled by the tales, the whole thing will take off like a fire hose unleashed. Most of the credit is due, however, not to yours truly, but to those beloved higher forces that have created me to BE such a talent. Thank you, Oh My Reptilian Overlords! I’ll never again complain about a fly in my soup: I’ll just slurp it up, instead…exactly what YOU guys do. All glory to the hypno-iguana!

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: VistaPrint Business Cards Just Arrived!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 2, 2021 11:53 AM

My deity, that was quick…five days sooner than the estimated delivery date! And they look GORGEOUS!

Click here for a larger view.

Well, I got my work cut out for me tonight, traipsing through select parts of the Castro and the Duboce Triangle neighborhood abutting north! Avoiding, of course, those blocks of the Castro where I might have a run-in with Deek or one of his disgruntled minions. This is surely going to require more than 500 cards though, now that I think about it. Fortunately, I have over $300 saved from last month (AFTER deducting my Chronic ISP payment for March), so I can EASILY purchase 1,000 cards this time around. And I just did: $45.55 total. Besides homes, shops and newspaper stalls, I’ll plunk a card or two on outdoor seating spots. Hmm, I think I’ll also MAIL some to the local queer rags…though I’ll need more stamps for that. No, fuggedabouddit, I’ll just EMAIL the image.

Next round of the Battle of the Bodhisattvas commences tonight, with yours truly opening the first salvo! Well, even earlier, like in a few moments from now, as I will email the card to local LGBT news sources in a moment, then hop on down to the corner grog and grocery store, to present a few cards to Morey, or one of two other people who usually work there in the earlier part of the day.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: First queer paper I emailed to, rejected me as spam!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 2, 2021 2:12 PM

> Hmmm. Maybe try different wording.

That’s exactly what I’m gonna do, right now, good doctor!

> Something in there might have “triggered” the hypersensitive algae-rhythm.

Possibly the tinyurl string, or the image link. Well, back to the drawing board! Wait-a-minute: “Algae”-rhythm? I’ve already taken a lichening to your clever turn of phrase…it sort of grows on a person!

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: VistaPrint Business Cards Just Arrived!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 2, 2021 12:26 PM

> Mon Dieu, meine Capitain!

Mon destin est dans les cartes!

Re: Time to gets me sum spyglasses!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 2, 2021 1:18 PM

> I’d wear ’em all day, every day!

Most of them are sunglasses, but I need them for nighttime ventures. And there are considerably fewer clear-glass ones on the shelves, but this brand has the highest rating, overall. I will be wearing them tonight, as I stroll about the neighborhood, dropping off my cards all over the place. However, I won’t be out THAT late…maybe around 9 PM. They will also be quite handy for shooting video out the window, instead of my fumbling around, first, to retrieve the smartphone, then load the camera. Also, they’ll be very nice to shoot non-spy videos of outside scenes, including walking the pups, once they’re back in my life. The new pair of leashes have arrived today, along with those business cards.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: Look at those sweet paws!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 2, 2021 11:15 PM

> Achingly adorable. My little fat orange kitty (the one in the pic sleeping on the computer) loves it when I run the hand vacuum in her fur. Most cats abhor a vacuum, but nor she! She rubs against it, rolls around and purrs.

Quite a unique kitty, for even nature abhors a vacuum! [Badda boom, badda bing.]

So I just returned hovel, from dispersing 250 Brindlekin cards. Took about an hour and a half. I was thinking maybe I should do the entire 500 tonight, but thought better of it. Since it’s not that I don’t love the pups as much as I should, because I already love them infinitely! The important thing to keep in mind, is this is an act of devotion, prayer in action. The very DOING of it is a form of meditation. It would be superstitious to stress myself out, believing if I don’t distribute ALL the cards in one night, I fail. Like that woman who kept adding one addition after another to her home, in the belief that if she never quit she’d never die. Well, she did, and it’s now a tourist trap called “The Winchester Mystery House.”

There is no reason NOT to have them brought back to me, no matter WHAT I do or don’t do. But playing this role of devotee towards cross-species love sets up Act 2 (or is it 3 by now), and triggers other interesting offshoots that would NEVER occur, if I didn’t go through these motions of dedication to a noble idea. Who knows how different people will react when they pick up that card? Truly, the Butterfly Effect in action!

I have two, dark maroon sweatshirts, one medium and one large, that Flaco & Lucky enjoy chewing on, and fighting over. I sleep in one or the other every night. And wore the larger shirt on my devotional stroll this eve…a sort of “Puppy Dolorosa.” Broke my heart yesterday, to unexpectedly discover one little doggie poop bag still crisply folded up, deep in my coat pocket, yearning to be filled. It’s still there, and will remain there, until said time it can serve its proper purpose once more. Never thought I’d see doggie turds in such a sacred light! Harvey Milk got it all wrong when he pushed for that dog-dirt law! Instead, we should be building great monuments to Canis familiaris out of that crap!

Hmm, maybe THAT’S what Stonehenge was all about. May you have a blissful night and wake up tomorrow, well rested, My Dear Wattson!

– Zeke K-Holmes

PS: I thought about where Deek would be these days, and figured he’s staying far enough away where I can’t hear their barks. So he’s hanging out more in the Mission than in the Castro…probably around Dolores Park, which is where Boulevard Joe often lingers. This means I can safely enter the heart of the Castro tomorrow night, to disperse the next batch of my “prayer cards.” I certainly don’t want the dogs to see me at this time, for Deek may get angry at them, as they beg with all their little puppy might to be with me again…and he crudely yanks them away in another direction.

Re: You are now in my tales!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: ThunderSparrow
Date: March 2, 2021 11:39 PM

> Thank you for putting my sentiments in your book! I have enjoyed seeing the many facets of yourself that you reveal in your writing. You are offering a vivid, unique and granular portrayal of survival in SF’s rapidly diminishing SROs. I especially like the incorporation of fantastical imaginings, autobiography as a launching pad for something greater.

Thank you, I am honored.

> Reminds me a little of Burroughs.

One thing you WON’T have to worry about is shooting my girlfriend…’cause I’m gay, and don’t HAVE a girlfriend! :D

– Zeke

Re: You are now in my tales!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To:  My Dear Wattson
Date: March 3, 2021 1:56 PM

> Burroughs was a big lover of cats, BTW!

Well that explains everything. 0_o

I’ve given some more thought about Deek’s SPCA document: HE MAY HAVE REGISTERED THE PUPS AFTER I ADOPTED THEM! That is: after the cops apprehended him, and mandated they be returned onto my custody, until or unless he PROVES he’s the owner with the proper paperwork.

As for my first night distributing the cards, I also dropped one into the foyer of the apartment building that I THINK Arwyn may still occupy, with his goosey roommate, Zachary. I will be going INTO the Castro tonight, to distribute the remaining batch, which also will number 250. Then comes the second round, when a thousand MORE cards arrive. My second email to the SF Bay Times did NOT get rejected, thank Artemis. Another post went out to the Bay Area Reporter, of course…and to the SF LGBT Center, which promptly responded with an automated statement providing their phone number and office hours. Not indicating, however, whether or not anyone will actually READ my letter. There seem to be no OTHER local queer newspapers out there any more, except those two!

Flipping the cards through metal gates and onto steep steps added a touch of sleuthing intrigue to my mission. I watched each time to see whether it landed face-side up or face-side down. Which probably made my distribution errand take around 20% longer. They sure do catch the eye, though, when face-up! As if to convey something both mysterious and pressing…and benevolent, maybe hinting to the recipient that they, too, can play a vital role in saving the day. You’re right: a business or calling card is a classic (and still effective) trope in detective tales. In fact, what IS the point of writing a gumshoe fable withOUT such a card in the mix? Has anyone even TRIED it, in the last hundred years?

Then there are the mail slots…those were scary. Seeing as I had to quietly slink up the stairs in most cases, and gingerly as possible, lift the hinged cover so as not to cause a creak, squeal or whine. All I know is: a LOT of those slot cover hinges badly need a squirt or two of WD-40! It didn’t help that, in some cases, a bright light would burst upon me like a silent cherry bomb, as I reached the top of the stairs. Plus, it’s so damned QUIET these nights, thanks to pandemic misery. One of those slot covers even FELL FROM MY HAND and came crashing to the marble landing barely a foot below! I suppose it has not been used for a VERY long time; be that as it may, I scurried away quick as a cat burglar. I think someone DID open the door to see who was out there, but I swiftly hid behind some tall shurbs nearby. Though at one house I DID get caught in the act:

It was a lovely, condo converted Edwardian, like so many on that part of Castro Street north of Market, and on a semi-steep hill that keeps climbing until it reaches the Davies Medical Center three long blocks away (or at least, that’s what they used to call it; I can’t keep up). This particular row of homes only took four steps to reach the slotted doors, so I thought this would be an easy mark, like the others. However, as I slowly lifted the cover, a polite “squeak” offered an objection to my digital penetration. “Not too loud,” I thought, “No one inside could ever hear THAT!”

I then discerned a muffled voice which words I could NOT decipher, but assumed they came from a remnant echo outside. Yet no sooner had I reached the final step down, than the door swung open, and there stood a man OBVIOUSLY from India (or from Pakistian; let’s be honest here), who called to me in that lovely sing-song patois:

“Hallo? May I help you, yes?”

So I turned to him, looked up and apologized while holding my hand out that contained the cards. “Sorry, didn’t mean to disturb you!”

He was awfully nice, as it turned out, for he noticed the cards in my hand, then the one at his feet, and replied: “Oh, so, I’ll check it out.”

I figure he might have been lonely, craving some brotherly contact…thus his ears were alert like a bat’s, for any sound of human approach as he sat there on his couch watching “Friends” or some favorite Bollywood movie.

I DID have a sudden fright on Noe Street, near Morley’s corner shop. It was rather dark on that block, and empty…and as I stepped onto the sidewalk from another house blessed with my card’s deposit, I almost bumped into a short, hooded fellow marching briskly towards Duboce Park.

“WHOA!” he abruptly bellowed. “YOU SCARED ME!”

All I could say was “sorry,” as he rapidly disappeared into the murky distance. This really got my dander up, as why couldn’t HE have said sorry, instead of yours truly? After all, stepping off onto a sidewalk strikes me as less offensive than whizzing right by in the black void, and in close proximity to an exit! I swear to you, good physician, citizens of this sorry burg don’t have the sense of a horse, let alone a higher form of life!

My walk finally came to an end. It was a lovely evening, albeit much less sweet without the company of my brindlepups.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: What was I thinking?
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 3, 2021 8:17 PM

Deek couldn’t have registered the pups while I had them; that’s absurd. So it’s back to my first conjecture: the document is forged. Also, yesterday I said I’ll be wearing my spyglasses that night…also absurd, because I just ordered them that day. Well, considering all the crap I’m still going through, an occasional slip-up in my mental processes is to be expected.

Tonight will be the second night I’m distributing my doggie cards. It’s a lost cause, I know…but only in the mundane world, and that’s NOT the kind of world I live in. The extraordinary events that have surrounded me since late October, and still continue, have revealed to me a beautiful truth: love truly DOES conquer all.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: What was I thinking?
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 4, 2021 8:17 AM

> I think you are doing wonderfully well under circumstances that would have wrecked anyone else.

No argument here! The rewards will be immense, though, and very soon…so I’m not complaining. Mine enemies will soon buckle at the knees in my presence, including several who live in the same building. Funny, how one of them is ALSO the manager. He probably fancies that the pooches are gone because of HIS vulgar mandate. Ha! Wait’ll they show up again.

I JUST got back from my second “Puppy Dolorosa” dispersal of my unique Canis familiaris prayer cards. Maybe in a century or so from now, whoever is Pope will pronounce me the patron saint of dogs. I just came up with that notion this very moment…so decided to see if there already IS a saint for dogs, and guess what, there is: St. Rocco, or St. Roch, or even St. Rock! (Too bad it’s not St. Rover!)

I think he’s reaching out to me, thus that notion popping into mind. Coincidentally, he is also the patron of plagues…one of which almost left him for dead! But a hunter’s dog HEALED him by licking on his bubonic leg wound, though he DID eventually die a martyr for OTHER reasons. Quoting from the article above:

“As death claimed its victim, a tablet appeared on the wall on which an angelic hand wrote in golden letters the name of Roch, and the prediction that all who would invoke his intercession would be delivered from the plague.”

MOST intriguing parallel, is that Deek’s doggies came to live with me during this plague era of COVID-19, and transformed my life stupendously, in a spiritually HEALING manner! The joy I carry from their sweetness remains firmly embedded in my heart, despite their tragic banishment from my world.

Hmm, this is getting into Catholic territory, a terrain I never thought I’d tread! It was a quiet night as usual, and no sign of Deek and the pups anywhere in the Castro. I had to cross the street a few times, to avoid some crazies, of course…most grievous that this city allows ANYone to live in such a condition, that is: without a roof over their heads. I made a point of climbing up the hill on Castro Street again, only this time heading south towards Noe Valley…in order to drop off a card at the flat where Randolph once lived. I also delivered my cards to all the shops on Castro, including one which I didn’t realize is the LGBT History Center until I stepped back and had a good laugh. How many OTHER deserving, local activists have they excluded from their archives, besides Randolph Taylor and myself? Probably dozens, though I suspect much more.

Enough ruminating for now; I need to relax, listen to some good horror stories, then crash out!

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: Stimulus Check Redux
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 4, 2021 12:50 PM

So the next stimulus check is likely forthcoming, in the sum of $1,400. I would GLADLY present the full amount to Deek, if he is willing to go through the legal channels. Though I doubt he has the CAPACITY to do so, since we’d have to march on down to the SPCA headquarters together, WITH the dogs…but it’s by appointment only, and Deek is likely to skip showing up, EVEN IF HE INTENDED TO. This is assuming the pups really ARE registered. But if not, he’d STILL have to accompany me to the SPCA, whereby I can video record his agreement to my ownership, and the process of registering the mutts, right then and there.

I’d also need a trustworthy WITNESS to attend the entire process. After all, Deek might bring one of his OWN minions, to rob me of that money. And that’s yet another conundrum: how do I secure the payment on my own person, until the transaction is complete? Maybe I can purchase a rechargeable debit card containing the full amount, but for which I only know the PIN code. But what about loss? Deek could try to scam me that he LOST the card, so I owe him, still! Perhaps I can keep online access to the record of expenses, but then, he could accuse me of withdrawing money FROM the account. Though cameras and bank statements would prove otherwise, that may not stop Deek from stirring up shit, anyway. My conclusion:

It won’t work, for many reasons including coming up with a witness who’ll gladly do this out of kindness, and not for payment. And Deek’s original verbal contract with me was a ruse all the time. For it seems that he NEVER intended to give up the pups; he just wanted to squeeze more money from me…as perhaps he could use them again as leverage for even MORE lucre. Thus, his acting totally out of it when I shot the video, making it easier to claim that I took advantage of him in a delirious episode (high on drugs, bipolar, migraine headache, whatever). His being homeless also gives him the sympathy edge.

What I get out of this, is I really have to do nothing on the material, or even action, plane…and just continue to put my faith in a higher force, or whatever you choose to call it. Certainly, a nightly prayer to St. Rocco is now part of my arsenal.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Click here for a larger view.

Subject: The Deadbeat Stigma
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 7, 2021 2:28 PM

The perception of me by so many others as a “deadbeat,” a jaded drop-out, is something I am WAY too familiar with. People shifted some decades ago, from taking the time to actually get to KNOW a person, to wanting any information about anyone or anything in quick, brief clips. This makes it so much easier to spread gossip about someone who isn’t already embedded into one or the other clique. If some jackass doesn’t like you, he or she can readily badmouth you behind your back and, all of sudden, you’ve acquired an army of enemies! Which leads to FURTHER suppression of anyone learning who you REALLY are, until, one fine day, you’re the village pariah.

So much worse is when you’re not a cog in the status quo, like myself: not employed, living on a gov’t stipend, not plugged into one or more social groups due to lack of money and a car, and even a decent studio apartment where you can entertain guests. Since no one actually KNOWS me, it’s enough for someone to speak behind my back and gossip that I DON’T WORK. Nothing else need be added to that single, icy condemnation, to have folks turn against you. They know NOTHING of my decades of activism, sacrifices and charitable works…because such suppression makes it nigh impossible for anyone to graciously allow me the TIME to tell my story. But even if they did, they’d likely harbor the snobbish notion that those who don’t hold down a “regular job” are leeching off the system. “Better a leech than a sneetch,” is all I have to say about that! (Hmm, a reference to Dr. Seuss seems most timely, in light of the current brouhaha.)

So, my conflict with the building manager and Myrtle and son is simply the latest manifestation of narrow-minded gossip. They’d rather beLIEVE what they think I am (a freeloader) than ever get to know me. They have even been so unwittingly brazen as to DOCUMENT, with signature, their unfounded hatred. Which, as it turns out, gives me the edge in my favor, in any legal action taken by either side. In their arrogance, ignorance and classist prejudice, they perceive me as a person to avoid at all costs. They also think that, because I am so LOW in their esteem, they could commit an endless stream of dirty tricks upon THIS humble pilgrim, and I would never utter so much as a peep of objection.

For among what MANY things they don’t know about yours truly, is that I always draw the line when sins in my witness have gone too far…no matter HOW horrendous the kickback may be upon my person. And, as far as I’m concerned, allowing teenagers to loiter in the hallway (and withOUT a mask) was indeed the last straw on THIS Bactrian’s hump. I shocked the feces out of them (how dare he, this good-for-nothing deadbeat! reported us to the landlord? why the nerve of him!) and, as a consequence, I have now become FOREMOST in their minds…much to their outraged chagrin. They, who so strongly desired to have NOTHING to do with me, to be barely an occasional blip on their radar, now are compelled to hold me in the center of their mind’s sight, for the unforeseeable future, day in, day out, 24/7. Ha, ha, too bad, you have an ouchy, you shat in your own sandbox, teacher made you sit in a corner with a dunce cap, it sucks to be you!

Meanwhile, I continue to quietly observe, document and record everything that happens around me…and without their knowledge. Even though my growing tales are online, open to the world. Well, soon enough they will discover their crimes hanging out with the laundry, flapping away in the wind and stinking up the entire neighborhood because you just can’t wash out THAT kind of odeur.

Until recently I have been especially PRIVATE when it comes to my online activities: utilizing a VPN, de-Googling my computer and smartphone, running Linux and setting my browser to the highest security level possible. But recently, and due to so many hostile actions and threats against me, I have come to realize there is a BENEFIT to keeping my whereabouts on record, via online tracking. Deek’s wicked behavior, and the melodramas playing out in my building, can lead to false allegations that may depend on proving whether or not I was really IN such-and-such a place at such-and-such a time, to commit such-and-such an offense.

I have therefore now gone the REVERSE of my decades-long fight against corporate and gov’t intrusion on my privacy. For I am now using Google’s location service indefinitely, set to the HIGHEST LEVEL of accuracy, and never to be erased, no matter how far back the history. I just need to be sure I carry either one of my smartphones with me, whenever I step out. I’ll use the newest for that, since it’s a tad thinner and smaller than the Tracfone, and its Android version most recent. For being a loner by fate (not choice), I am highly vulnerable to false accusations as to where I’ve been. I may be accused of committing a violence or threat in a certain place and at a certain time…but with no witness to vouch for me, I’d be up crap river without an oar. And I AM dealing with skunks so low as to use a flunky as false witness! But now, the smartphone stands in as MY witness…it has become my best friend! After the brindlemutts, that is.

But I understand, and appreciate, WHY I’m seen as a deadbeat: because that is how I WITNESS society’s level of compassion, or lack thereof, through experiences of my own. I could NOT achieve my mission were I comfortably well off…at least, nowhere NEAR as well as I am now, and have been doing since childhood. I am, in a sense, the Flying Spaghetti Monster’s own smartphone, its recording secretary! I am a walking litmus test, a sin eater, a little replica of Job! But, like Job, my rewards will be immense…thus, joy is my comrade as I trod this tragic path a while longer.

Did you know that, when I, myself, was homeless, I never suffered from cold weather, or rain?. And THAT year was flush with heavy, prolonged rainfalls and chill, icy fog: 1973. I was NOT always indoors at night (such as Hamburger Mary’s on Folsom Street, or other 24/7 dining spots; or sometimes even as the lucky guest of a kind resident), or during inclement weather. There were places I’d curl up beneath a poncho or blanket, to sleep in some bushes, often inside a park, or church or campus grounds. Yet, even when the sky thundered down on me in wet showers, somehow, some way, I always kept dry. As well as clean and nicely dressed. But the strange thing about this is:

I don’t really know how I did it! I don’t recall EVER being discomfited by harsh weather, not even for one day or night. In fact, I was pretty much in a happy state of mind the entire ten months I was on the streets. I was thinking about the dogs yesterday evening, sad because of these continued nights of cold, as I sloshed along the rain-drenched streets delivering my Canis familiaris prayer cards from house to house. Then I remembered how it was for ME, how it never seemed chilly at all. That gave me true solace, for in some way I was protected through it all. And so, I trust, are Flaco & Lucky. Deek has told me numerous times that meth keeps the chill away for him. But I NEVER took meth, yet still didn’t suffer from the cold! And of course, the pups don’t smoke crystal, either…that’s just silly.


Light gray, thick plastic lenses, UV 400 protection, an hour-and-a-half recording time max (2 hour recharge). 65 degree angle, more than others in that price range. Good quality video saved in mp4 format. 90 day guarantee return (no strings), and 1 year factory warranty. When you register and post a review, you will receive a $30 Amazon gift card, as well…just hope they keep their promise! Takes photos, too, at 5 megapixels. Comes with its own class 10, 32MB micro SD card. You can set the videos at 1/3/5/10/15/30 minute lengths. Default is 5, but I set it to 3. You set both the recording duration and the initial date/time stamp via a simple text file in the embedded SD card.

It will run continuously in your preferred increments, until you click “off.” One button controls everything. Comfortable, snug fit, and, I think, attractive! They are NOT Bluetooth ready, which would be nice, as you could then set it to automatically copy the recording to your smartphone. Then, maybe, have the smartphone automatically upload to the web. I’ll look into that when I have more moolah…say, the next stimulus payment. But I’d need to invest in a cell service, too…my decision will be based on “do I really NEED to get that fancy?”

I’d say “yes,” if I continue to have this or that confrontation with this or that goofball. Because they MIGHT knock off or steal these glasses, and I’d lose the current videos, unless they’ve been instantly uploaded…or, at least, copied to the smartphone. At any rate, now I can exit my hovel with the camera turned on…such that any run-ins with A-holes will be instantly recorded. And I’ll KEEP it turned on during my brief strolls to and from Morey’s shop, Rosenberg’s, etc….until I finally return home and INSIDE the room. If head movements are too rapid, I can use a free, online video stabilizer to straighten THAT out.

[Note: after composing all of the above, I stepped out for my third salvo of Brindlekin card distribution, and have only resumed completing this e-missive the next day, which is now early afternoon, Sunday. I took many 3-minute videos during my devotional stroll, then kept my fingers crossed upon returning hovel, in looking them over. They came out FANTASTIC! Though it looks like I need to lower my head further, in order to capture my hand placing a card beneath a windshield wiper, through a mail slot, in a potted plant, etc. Still, the videos are sacred, interspersed as they are with an insightful remark here and there…prayer in action! Your average schmuck will find them boring, but those with a heart will be rewarded by accompanying me on my meditational walk on behalf of two, loving canine souls and one messed-up dude. I will soon upload them to my Youtube channel…41 in all. The collection will be called “Stroll With Me Tonight.” More devotional videos coming up, tonight and tomorrow night, by which time I will have dispersed a total of 1,500 cards, thus completing this special mission.]

As for my “Bodhisattva Premise” spin on things, I’d say my angels (Deek among them) have woven an incredible story in book 1 of Brindlekin Tales, and are continuing to do the same for book 2. Which book I am absolutely CONFIDENT will have a celebratory ending…though I think things will turn around for me long before the final chapter. Therefore, I should treat this like a game, play the spy or however I want to act out the present scenario. Let things unfold as they come, and write them down, share with the world.

I ALMOST RAN INTO DEEK, on my way back from distributing more cards. Check this out:

Which final scene in last night’s perambulation puts a crowning end TO that album!

The camera’s night vision is excellent, as it looks rather bright where Deek was parked, when in reality, it was quite dark. He did NOT see me. I didn’t hear the doggies bark, but they may have been with him nonetheless, curled up and keeping warm from the chill evening. I fervently pray they are doing alright.

So yesterday afternoon, I stepped into Morey’s grog and grocery corner store, wearing my spyglasses. He immediately noticed, querying if the camera’s on. I quipped “Yes, so you need to be on your best behavior!” He then mumbled something about turning it off when inside the shop, so I explained they are for personal reasons only, in the event another drama plays out before me, that I may have some legal protection in the recording. Otherwise, I delete all videos at the end of each day, saving some for my own private enjoyment. This is what gets me, Dr. Wattson:

Storekeepers are very uptight about anyone filming inside their establishment. I’ve never understood that, as most EVERYone now owns a smartphone…and how would they know if someone’s actually taking pictures or videos while shopping? And the stores themselves have an electronic eye focused on ALL customers (not to mention convex mirrors)…so why shouldn’t a customer have that same right to security? It is as if, the moment you step inside a commercial establishment, you must leave democracy, your civil rights, at the door. IOW: THEY ARE ALL LITTLE FASCIST ENTITIES! “We reserve the right to refuse service to anyone,” is the standard line posted in many stores. Which proclamation was a morphing of the original signs in the recent past that read: “No blacks allowed.” In addition:

This paranoia about cameras in stores is for those establishments that sell designer items, for fear that the styles will be copied, with intent to reproduce knock-offs. Hence, no REASON for corner liquor/grocery shops to behave like the Gestapo!

If he continues to resist (no matter how politely), I’ll tell him about that time several years ago, when some crazy vagrant ran into another corner store, and started screaming at me. And seeing as there is a higher possibly of that happening again, due to my present circumstance, I will keep the camera running while inside. Or perhaps, I’ll simply gesture with a finger upon the left temple, to indicate I just turned it off…without REALLY doing so. After all, you can NOT discern that teensy dot of a blue light blinking, unless you get REALLY close up. Or if you’re standing in the dark. Unfortunately:

MANY people are standing in the dark, these days. Meanwhile:

Enjoy these six new daytime videos I just uploaded to my blog, of which number 6 shows off my hovel in all its cruddy glory:

– Ezekiel Krahlin-Holmes

Re: The Deadbeat Stigma
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 7, 2021 4:13 PM

> Thanks for this. Was just getting ready to shoot you a note and ask how it’s going.

Excellent, considering the dark drama playing around me!

> Am just quitting work for the day; started reading, enjoyed it very much, will finish later.

No rush, read it whenever you are so inclined.

> A quick note, though: amazing how ready people are to excuse the genuine deadbeats of the world, the Ivanka Trumps, the Royal Family, the Fortunate Sons and such, who truly are bloodsucking leeches on the rest of us, to the tune of uncounted billion$. Deeply sick and fucked up.

Even many who are anti-Trump and consider themselves liberal or progressive, play the same evil game on the personal level. San Franshitsco is a prime example of that. So many Democrats, yet so little heart!

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: P.S.: The Deadbeat Stigma
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 7, 2021 4:27 PM

> Meant to attach this to my last missive. Tells the whole story.

Click here for a larger view.

It sure does! Pray tell, where did you come across this revelatory photo?

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: P.S.: The Deadbeat Stigma
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 7, 2021 4:42 PM

> Stumbled across it in my endless wanderings. If you look closely, you’ll see that the guy running next to the carriage is wearing a military medal. Means he served, but is nevertheless being spurned by the Royalty.

I am not so bothered by that, as I see the hypocrisy of men going off to war to do the bidding of powerful, corporate magnates, and killing or maiming innocent people on a foreign shore. They were, at the very least, HOODWINKED into believing their cause heroic, for the glory of Queen and country…and British supremacy. One MAJOR flaw with humanity, is how so FEW citizens resist war and fight, instead, for peace. There is not, as yet, a holiday or official gov’t memorial to honor or OWN peace heroes. Except, perhaps, for Martin Luther King, Jr. Day…though that is debatable. We need to hold nationwide celebrations at least several times a year, with the same robust energy and crazy revelry we do for the Fourth of July and military extravaganzas.

But thanks for pointing that out…I don’t know how many people who see that photo will ever notice that medal, or, if they do, comprehend its significance. I just did a reverse image search, and found this caption of the image:

“King George V. Photograph, taken in the early 1920’s showing a beggar solicing money form the royal party as he runs alongside their carriage. The occupants look embarassed. (Photo by Michael Nicholson/Corbis via Getty Images).”

So even THEY don’t remark on the badge (nor did they catch the typos)! Here’s the link:

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: P.S.: The Deadbeat Stigma
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 7, 2021 6:07 PM

> That’s the eternal story of the universal soldier: hoodwinked, used, discarded, forced to kill or be killed.

Aye, but there’s the rub…no one is FORCED to kill another. Unless in self defense, or in defense OF another, the right option SHOULD be to be killed, yourself. To brainwash citizens to believe that destroying a distant nation (or even one next door) is ALSO “self defense” is a travesty. The several times in my life when I was given the choice to beat someone up, or be beaten, I opted for the latter each and every time. And I came out of it unscathed, also each and every time. There are ALWAYS sane ways to resolve conflicts between nations or among different people, rather than take up arms. But the powers that be MANIPULATE their citizens into doing their violent bidding…often by first making a bad situation worse, and worse, and worse, until it seems to most people that the only option IS war.

I remember my Aunt Peggy, who declared she’s raising her son to be a soldier, because this is a military nation. As he grew into adulthood, he pursued the arts to finally become a most successful maker of puppets! I wonder if any of THEM were soldiers. I’ll never know, because I didn’t bother to pull any strings.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: P.S.: The Deadbeat Stigma
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 7, 2021 11:44 PM

> But sadly, most of them are too young and uninformed (I won’t say dumb) to know that.

Because they are indoctrinated at an early age. The sins of the fathers, etc.

> But you’re smarter and more aware than the average Schmoe.

Too smart for everyone else’s own good…which the entire world will soon come to acknowledge. :P

> Both of us know, or knew, people who went to war and came back dedicated to ending war for all time.

Randolph went to war because his father, a coal miner, developed black lung disease, so he committed suicide, that his family could survive on the insurance. He did NOT join the military for love of country.

> I think there’s also a biochemical basis for war.

I have my own theory about that: a virus carried by a meteorite that crashed into the planet, played havoc on human genetics, making them turn violent. And homophobia was the first sin, that is: violence of one brother towards another. Cain slew Abel, and from that act, the virus spread.

Terrence McKenna’s theory is that eating mushrooms pacified humanity, but when the African forests disappeared and turned into savanna and desert, there went the shrooms, along with brotherly love! He called it “The Stoned Ape Theory:”

> It can be counteracted, but until we understand how deep it runs in us as a species, we’ll always go to war.

According to my Bodhisattva Premise, no one’s ever gone to war, or committed violence. IOW, it’s an illusion…albeit a mindbogglingly convincing one. That also means there IS no war going on right now, or any other kind of violence. But I’ve already explained the heck out of that, and how it can trick us into falling for the incredible scam. I have several excellent essays on the matter, plus amazing tales based on that premise. Most of which you’ve read, if not all…for which I am greatly honored.

I’m all about the unraveling of illusion, and dissolution of the veil between between two worlds. The Greek gods are very real, and Carl Jung came closer to that understanding than any other human on the planet, using all the tools of rational thought at his disposal. His theory of archetypes is both stunning and profound!

While most will regard my premise the height of hubris, events coming THIS YEAR will prove me right. ALSO a hubristic statement, I might note. I have flown closer to the sun than even Icarus, and continue to soar, and shall do so forever. There is no “no” in my knowing. Just a calm horizon.

Well, I just came back from my fourth devotional walk, distributing another 500 Canis familiaris prayer cards. This time, I talked a lot more to my future viewers, and lowered my head further down, so they could easily see me dropping my cards here and there. I look forward to going through the videos over the week. I’m really busy with my Brindlekin projects, there ain’t enough time in each day!

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: KZYX’s anti-Zeke hit piece!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 8, 2021 9:35 PM

Today at 6 PM, KZYX did a hit piece about me. It’s barely 7 minutes long, but it’s a hoot! I didn’t hear it live, ’cause didn’t know about it until later in the day, when the announcement list arrived. So I downloaded the recording that KZYX so kindly made available. Here it is, a modern day witch hunt…and I’m really a witch, to boot, so they better watch out:

    – Zeke K-Holmes

Re: Post-Doggies Morning Ritual (6 videos)
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Carlyle Lambourne
Date: March 8, 2021 11:14 PM

> The building and area don’t look as bad as I had imagined, from your description.

It’s deteriorated significantly over the decades. Especially the people.

> There have been so many ups and downs, hopefully the sad outcome can still turn out better, again.

Yes, my tales are filled with cliffhangers, for my guardians have seen to it that I come up with a blockbuster of a book. So it makes perfect sense that book 1 ends in tragedy…so my soon-to-be-fans will by DYING to read the the sequel! Which is BOUND to end happily. Again, had you read my tales thus far, I’ve already SAID just that, numerous times. Unfortunately, by responding on just superficial titles and excerpts, you’ve lost the profound depth of insight conveyed through each chapter, like a string of precious pearls. You have NO IDEA of the incredible plot developing into a stupendously joyful outcome, that shall occur by the end of book 2, though will probably start to manifest by the middle chapters. Which I’ve ALREADY declared in book 1.

> If the building has a strict “no pets” rule, that might be tough

No, of course it’s pet friendly, otherwise I’d have never taken this cross upon my shoulders, in the first place. Had you actually READ all chapters thus far, you wouldn’t have to ask that question.

Oh, well! Gotta get back out there and distribute another 500 “Puppy Prayer Cards” tonight. Just one more night after this, to go. I now wear a pair of spyglasses to accompany me on my walks, where I can talk to my viewers as I stroll, imparting little insights here and there.

Re: KZYX’s anti-Zeke hit piece!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 9, 2021 12:15 PM

> Nitwits. Free publicity!

Of course! And it affirms my Bodhisattva Premise to a T…in that those guardians who play the enemy, do so in such a way as to gain me further attention, and make me the hero in the long run. Some might say they are truly malicious, but UNCONSCIOUSLY working in my favor. I take it a step further:

They actually KNOW what they are doing, like actors portraying evil characters in a movie or the theater. Shakespeare knew EXACTLY what he was saying when he declared, “All the world’s a stage.” Similar to the Buddha’s own conclusion: “We have no enemies, only teachers.”

Did you see that clip yet, where I almost ran into Deek? I linked to it in a recent email. He is parked in that dark recess across the street, just below the foreground stop sign, which you will see right at the beginning of the clip. As I stand behind a tall, leafy plant, you can easily hear his New Orleans patois…talking shit to some other homeless dude, about how he (the dude) now has the right to mess with someone whenever he sees him, because of whatever offense…I have no idea of the context, but it clearly was not directed toward yours truly. I’m guessing it was a money transaction gone wrong.

Because of my spyglasses’s excellent night-viewing mode, things look a lot brighter than they really are…for it was actually black-dark where Deek was located, in that recess near the trash bins. For that reason–and because he did NOT start screaming at me–I doubt he knew I was just across the street at all. These camera spectacles are proving to be a real boon!

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: KZYX’s anti-Zeke hit piece!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 9, 2021 1:42 PM

> Holy Cow! Those glasses are beyond cool! I might have to get me a pair.

They are excellent for my purpose, good doctor! If you really want them, I’ll send you the link.

> Did Deek have the dogs with him?? I’m thinking they would sense your proximity way before Deek would, what with their ultra-sensitive noses and ears.

I have no idea, ’cause I did NOT hear them barking, or see them sitting or walking around. They MIGHT have been curled up together, snoozing…since it WAS after 10 PM, and cold outside. Be that as it may, I was definitely TOO far removed for them to catch sight or wind of me, if underneath a jacket or blanket.

Either that, or he disposed of them. Or maybe just Flaco, as he seems to show resentment towards that wonderful little, sweet pup, more so than towards Lucky (there may be anti-female sentiment involved, on his part). Sad to see, as they are EQUALLY a blessing. At any rate, even if he still has them, yet later on wants to give them up, you can count on his determination to NEVER let them near me again. I miss them VERY much, of course…they gave me the most wonderful days of my life. Yet I remain optimistic, that somehow things will turn around, that Deek have a change of heart, a transformation if you will, and surrender the brindlekin into my arms.

One VERY good sign that such a benevolent outcome WILL occur, is that I feel pretty darn good through it all…and this emotional state definitely has precognitive undercurrents. It is not simply that I feel GREAT because of my good deeds and kindness TOWARDS the doggos, for the time alloted while I DID have them over…it is that, in my gifted nature, I sense the near future. Which will be WONDERFUL, and not just for me, but for Deek, the brindlekin, and for EVERYone else.

Yet I wonder if Deek KNEW I was nearby, but decided to keep silent. For, per my Bodhisattva Premise, this is a scenario playing out where I become the hero, and it just wasn’t in the script for us to be on stage together at that moment. Not in THIS scene or act, but most likely after the intermission.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: So there was a knock on my door…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 9, 2021 2:03 PM

…a rare occurrence in my world. Happened right when I was in the middle of composing my last missive to you, just minutes ago. Turned out to be the exterminator, who asked if I was ready for the bedbug treatment RIGHT NOW! I told him that Kevin didn’t give me notice, but I’ll be ready any time after tomorrow. He said okay, he’ll check out his schedule, arrange a date and time with Kevin, who will then let me know. Will he, though? I’ll have to phone the exterminator later tonight, to make sure I’ll be ready.

Not only did Kevin NOT give me notice, he also did NOT set up the laundry service to do some of my larger items (a thick coat and a sleeping bag, and maybe some other stuff). Even though I TOLD him a few weeks back, I could use their help. This is a service the building is supposed to offer ALL their tenants, regarding bedbug treatment.

He’s behaving like a child, which is why I suspect early onset dementia. It was a STUPID move on his part, to allow Myrtle’s son’s teenage friends to loiter in my hallway, and without wearing masks, at that! Such a poor decision indicates possible mental deterioration…especially since it’s UNLIKE him, in all the years he’s been manager. Then there are those two nasty letters that he actually SIGNED, which are clearly in violation of the law, when it comes to a building manager’s relationship with the residents. THAT WAS OUTRIGHT ABUSE! Nonetheless, Wattson, once more I end on a positive note, by employing the Bodhisattva Premise:

They are angelic actors playing the role of my conspirators, that I become the hero in this most astounding play, filled with twists and turns, and my heartbreaking struggles for the return of two, delightfully sweet and joyful pups into my protective embrace.

– Ezekiel J. Krahlin-Holmes

Subject: Loiterers in the hallway again…UNBELIEVABLE!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 9, 2021 3:16 PM

As of 3 PM, just minutes ago, I heard their loud, crass voices. I’m tempted to step out with my spyglasses to capture this on video. But I fear a nasty confrontation, and I’m a sitting duck because they of course know where I live, and I’m sure have all been made aware of my confrontation with Adisa and his mother…likely told with extreme bias against me. Just one stupid crisis after another!

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: Loiterers in the hallway again!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Kevin Bond, bldg. mgr.
Date: March 9, 2021 3:26 PM

For the past 20 minutes, Adisa’s friends have been hanging out in the hallway again, being crass and noisy. I haven’t stepped out to see whether or not they’re wearing masks, but that’s beside the point. We should not have nonresidents loitering our hallways. Your voicemail is full, so I couldn’t phone you, in hopes you’d take immediate action.

Re: Loiterers in the hallway again…UNBELIEVABLE!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 9, 2021 4:22 PM

> One of the many “perks” of being poor: crude, loud people crowding in on you, imposing themselves on you, ready to fight with you at the slightest opportunity.

All too true. Well, right after I emailed Kevin (for the sake of documentation, if nothing else) I decided to step out with my spyglasses. But they were gone by then, dammit!

Licking My Wounds

February 28, 2021

[BRINDLEKIN TALES – Book 3: Chapter 1]

Re: [MCN-Announce]- Easing Into Nirvana [my latest blog entry,and final chapter of Brindlekin Tales]
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Arnie Worster
Date: February 24, 2021 6:32 PM

Darn, Zeke. I’m sorry.

Did you read the epilogue at the end? It’s based on my faith that all wrongs shall right themselves soon enough, and that I have every reason to believe the pups will be returned to me. This is certainly NOT the final twist in the plot…on to Book 2!

Re: [MCN-Announce]- Easing Into Nirvana [my latest blog entry, and final chapter of Brindlekin Tales]
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Arnie Worster
Date: February 24, 2021 7:14 PM

I did but it still sucks for the time being

THANK YOU! Yes, it sucks, but that should never be the final conclusion of such tragic scenarios. For in so concluding, one has surrendered to one’s OWN dark side. The whole point of these tales is to demonstrate to the world, the ultimate benevolence and positive results that come out of devotion to The Good. So of course, this is not how it ends. But also “of course,” one who desires (or is chosen) to BE such a living example, must be run through a most painful and prolonged gauntlet. The Book of Job is a perfect example of this, for those who look to the Bible for inspiration.

Have a wonderful evening, you and your darling pooch…and thanks so much, again, for reading the epilogue. My tales are PROFOUND, and will accomplish much good for this planet…even unto an ASTONISHING degree! And to think it is two, adorable pups who’ve brought me to such heights! Canis familiaris is truly man’s best friend. Please hug your furball for me, tonight.

FYI: I am shutting down my GoFundMe account within a few days, as donations are no longer sought. But thank you for the generosity you HAVE shown, as well as for your kind concern. Some day I’m sure I will have the tremendous honor of meeting you in person. That day will be the result of my Brindlekin Tales rocketing to global applause, with floods of money allowing me to travel and visit some of my fans, especially those who came first. Maybe I’ll even be nominated for the Nobel Puppy Prize. :)

  • Zeke

Subject: Speaking of the Nobel Puppy Prize!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Arnie Worster
Date: February 24, 2021 7:29 PM

Just for fun I googled “nobel puppy prize,” and look what I stumbled upon:

Foxtrot the dog accepts Nobel Peace Prize

Now ain’t THAT a kick in the ass…a GOOD kick in the ass, I mean. I’m wagging my tail over this, right now. Woof, woof, woof!

Re: next chapter
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: ThunderSparrow
Date: February 24, 2021 9:38 PM

So sorry about the loss of your beloved pups. I hope you continue to find peace and comfort in the Buddha amid the many challenges of your life.

Thank you, ThunderSparrow. If you read the epilogue to my last chapter, you’ll see I absolutely DO rest in the Buddha’s wisdom. In fact, many of the tales illustrate what I call my “Bodhisattva Premise.” So I’m good, I’m there already, and the pups’ removal from my life is but a temporary situation, as more twists and turns enter my amazing but convoluted path towards Canine Nirvana! Arf, arf! :)

Click here for a larger view.

Re: deep peace
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: ThunderSparrow
Date: February 25, 2021 9:26 AM

Your Bodhisattva Premise resonates. Here’s something I just came across that you might like.

I very much love it, as I’m a BIG Celtophile, myself. A chapter in my novel, “Free Me From This Bond” is entitled after a Celtic deity:

Then there is the Irish Sea God:

And this werewolf tale from medieval Wales:

Jump down to the bottom of my home page, and check out the altar, and what it says there:

Also, jump back to the top of the home page, then slowly scroll down all the way to the bottom. Notice that it is a magic sword containing all the sections of my website! With a bejeweled hilt at the top, then the blade, then the point, then lightning, then the altar.

Lovely dreams to you!

  • Zeke

From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Arnie Worster
Date: February 26, 2021 4:43 PM

Good I probably still have them if you have a need

Okay, thanks, but they are now backed up to both an external hard drive, and to the cloud…so I’m sure everything’s copasetic now. Here’s a new strategy I just came up with:

Only moments ago I ordered 500 of the following business cards I designed myself ($31.45 includes shipping and tax), and here is how it looks:

I will stroll around the Castro, plunking these cards here and there, 25-50 at a time, spread across a week or a bit more. The idea is to catch the interest of at least SOME people. Then, as those who love the tales spread the word, more and more local denizens will know what’s going on…and by their own inspiration, see to it that the pups gain protection w/o my attempting to do so on my own. (Seeing as Deek will avoid me like the plague for now on, I guess.) They may also REPORT him for animal abuse, and have the doggies taken away. But they will also know who I am, and let me know if that occurs, so I can get to the SPCA and adopt them myself. I already have a good friend up in Mendoland who will gladly COVER the adoption expenses. Or, perhaps, Deek will feel highly motivated to treat them better, since so many eyes will be watching. At least, that is my hope. All real names in my tales have been changed, but it’s easy enough to know what’s up. The mistreatment by my building manager and a few other locals will also become exposed to the light of truth. The are OTHER interesting outcomes that will probably develop from this little adventure, but I’ll let YOU muse upon that for now.

Estimated delivery time for the business cards is March 9th, so the days from now till then will be excruciatingly slow for yours truly.

  • Zeke

Subject: All is not lost…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: February 26, 2021 9:42 PM

…not by a long shot, good doctor! Book 1 is a joyful collection of tales for the most part, but ends abruptly on a tragic note…as if struck down by the Morlockian Wizards Themselves, dragging the pups along with them into their dark, subterranean lair. The curtain opens in Book 2 on a gloomy stage with but one candle for illumination…and it flickers directly from mine own heart.

I remember when Flaco dug that hole in a corner garden across the street, and plunked herself into it, secure behind some drooping, broad leaves as she watched the world go by. But mostly, she gazed upon my own sad self with joy, as if to say: “Do not worry, Zeke, everything will work out just fine, you will never lose us!” That was on the eve of Halloween last year, when my tales took off! My fear (that I would never see the two pups again, after that evening) proved wrong, and her prophecy, correct. For since then, we spent many wonderful weeks together, Flaco, Lucky and I, culminating in 47 blessed days of their sweet company as my roommates. Yet now they are gone, as if my fear were true all along!

One cannot POSSIBLY imagine how they’d be brought back to me, as Deek will most assuredly avoid me and my neighborhood at all costs. Since once the pups sight me again, they will become exuberant like never before, to be, and remain, with me. And they will BOTH howl with grief in seeing me depart without them. Which will THEN cause Deek to turn his anger against these darling creatures. Yet, as each day passes, grow greater the odds he will lose the doggies one way or another. Or, in a foolish, bipolar, meth-induced delusion, give them up to a stranger for money or drugs, or both. For which he will suffer tremendous remorse once he snaps out of it some days later. And that is PRECISELY the hell I’ve been desperately trying to save him from, all along! Not to mention sparing those brindlekin from a horrid fate, as well. On top of that, Deek is ABUSIVE and NEGLECTFUL of those pooches…thus my brave attempt to protect them from their original owner, risking hostility, eviction and jail time in so doing.

But now that he has won this round of “Battle of the Bodisattvas,” by presenting a likely-forged SPCA registration form to the police, there is no way I could ever bring the brindlemutts under my wing again…even if Deek SHOULD ask me to do that, for whatever reason (such as some crazy stalker threatening to injure or take away the dogs). As he could easily betray me by running off to another cop, with the false accusation I stole them again. He is a vengeful little twit, that’s for sure!

As for my own disposition, I am perfectly fine, despite the shadow that hangs over my world these days. Flaco & Lucky remain beside me in spirit, like two angelic sprites guiding me toward the exit from this Stygian cavern and through the Gates of Avalon. I’ve seen them through the worst of the cold weather; the days are warmer now…and that SURELY counts for something. Their love has transformed me in tremendously positive ways, and I owe them my fidelity in return…thus I do NOT cave in to remorse, and slink away from this impossible challenge, like a spineless toady.

For my salvation lies in the Bodhisattva Premise: that all my enemies, including Deek of course, are simply angels themselves, playing wicked roles that I may triumph, and emerge the hero of these frightening scenarios they have so skillfully composed. In such a case, then the only LOGICAL conclusion is that the pups are perfectly fine, like trained animals in Hollywood films who only PLAY at being injured or threatened. Because in real life, they are VERY well cared for. As The Premise also implies:


So I can choose to flip my perception like a coin: either picture Flaco & Lucky abused, lonely and cold (and subject to Deek’s dangerous mood swings), or picture them as well provided for and loved, with access to a cozy home whenever they and Deek are out of my sight. But in so switching one’s perception, do NOT interpret that as meaning this will influence the outcome for good or for bad. For the POSITIVE is inevitable in this case, and in any OTHER case under the sun! Switching off the negative images nonetheless serves an excellent result: your own peace of mind. I believe I covered this before, also suggesting that there may not even BE any homeless…but that they, too, are bodhisattvas acting out their role as vagrants, in order to test humanity’s call to compassion. I originally named my theory “Neo-Christianity,” then “Neo-Positivity,” and finally, “the Bodhisattva Premise.” But they all come down to the same thing, which is a decades-long meditation on the concept that (as the Buddha claimed) “we have no enemies, only teachers.”

There are many hints in my life that this is so, gathered over the years…some of which I have already listed in a recent email TO you, Dr. Wattson. But here are six more:

  1. Deek appears to have some well-off people in his life, else how could he just show up now and then, with a prize pedigree canine, as he has TWICE in the past two years? It’s not like you could pick such pooches up from just anywhere. Most recently was this past Exmass Day, which evening he showed up with a stunning blue pit bull. A large dog of very sweet nature, shivering and confused about being in the cold, dark night and on the streets…as if he was brought out from someone’s home, just to fuck with my head. For Deek returned it to whomever gave it to him in the first place, shortly thereafter! Then there was “Gator,” an exquisitely handsome mastiff bulldog, also of a very kind demeanor. THAT relationship lasted several months. He has also expressed less love for Flaco, than for Lucky…which aggrieved me no end. How could he say that about such a joyful, lovely little doggy? I suspect this is all an act on his part, to rattle my nerves, thus causing me to grow stronger in how I deal with life’s slings and arrows.
  2. He also seems to know any number of well-dressed men, whom I meet occasionally, hanging out with him. Most are African American, but not all. They strike me as very polite and well educated. But Deek reveals NOTHING about who they really are, and what their relationship IS, with him. After all these years, I know hardly anything about his life outside of our humble sphere.
  3. His frequent, pointless little dramas seem to serve no purpose other than to induce anxiety in my own, concerned self. The Bodhisattva Premise suggests this is not necessarily due to the neurosis of a disturbed person, but could be, instead, the actions of a spiritual guide intent on shaking me awake into a better reality, via carefully timed and orchestrated crises he creates. Which I must then learn to overcome…and in so doing, am better for the experience.
  4. Deek’s calmness during his abduction of my pups was most unusual. In fact, we were BOTH placid, even in the heat of the climax when he scooted off with BOTH dogs at his side. This is because NEITHER one of us cares to cause the doggos any trauma. If Deek were truly nuts, would he be able to maintain such a peaceful aura amid conflict?
  5. The poetic cadence of a long string of remarkable events, and the ridiculous dramas played out therein, are surely extraordinary. I mourned the probable loss of my canine friends in chapter 1, but then they returned shorty after. I danced with the dogs FOR THE FIRST TIME just four days before losing them back to Deek. And all the other up-and-down episodes in between, perfectly timed and played out as if a superb author had composed them…not some bipolar meth freak!
  6. The many crises over such a prolonged period of time have SHARPENED my writing skills at an unbelievably accelerated pace! And that was what the bodhisattvas intended, among other good things…at least, that is what I believe to be the case.

There are even MORE examples I could lay out, but my purpose in listing them here, is NOT to convince you, or even myself, of the rightness of My Premise. But I AM wondering how to proceed in this next round of the game. Should I reach out to the homeless? After lengthy deliberation, the answer is no. The only POSSIBLE street person I’d trust is no longer around, as far as I know. You might think I’m talking about Boulevard Joe, but he has since proven himself incapable of following through on anything of import. So who am I talking about, then? That Phillipine dude, Jay. For he came up to me one night and, before I could even expel a “hello,” he declared, “That guy Po’ Boy needs to show you some respect!” But that happened when…mid-December? I’ve only seen him twice since then, at the end of that same month. He’s a very good fellow who I know would make a GREAT ally, thus could possibly turn some of Deek’s friends away from his schizophrenic madness.

Getting my tales out there, especially here in the Castro, COULD go a long way in righting the wrongs heaped up against me, as well as getting some real protection for the dogs through others, since I can no longer do that myself. And that is why I came up with the idea just this afternoon, of distributing business cards throughout the Castro, promoting my Brindlekin Tales with a link TO them, that is easy to type, and to remember. Well, I assume you’ve read my post to Mr. Worster by now, so you are well aware. As a matter of fact, the idea had started simmering in my occipital lobes while I was in the middle of writing this email. So I stopped mid-post, in order to design the business card, then order 500 copies from VistaPrint! After completing that task, I found a new email from Arnie Worster, so I told him about it, then forwarded a copy to you. And once having accomplished all of THAT, I finally resumed composing this letter! Furthermore:

Since I gifted the two leashes to Deek when I gave up the dogs, I have ordered new ones, in good faith that they SHALL come back to me, by hook or by crook or by halo. I didn’t order new collars as well, even though they also went to Deek, as I already have those lovely harnesses. Another tenet of the Bodhisattva Premise is this:

You cannot go by ingrained assumptions, even if based upon an entire history of previous experience. For the greater secrets of life are, and MUST, remain hidden and inaccessible until your time has come for certain ultimate truths to be revealed. Now let me end this missive with a one-sentence summation, that will most likely be quoted octillions of times over, across the span of the next hundred centuries, or longer:

If I am grasping at straws, then may they be spun from threads of pure gold by Clotho herself, with Lachesis binding them into a weft of joy, while Atropos stands idly by in humble refusal to apply her shears.

Your most appreciative comrade,

Ezekiel Joseph Krahlin-Holmes

Subject: SFPD-BRM Officers Save the Day!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: February 27, 2021 7:29 PM

Not that I never fantasized something like this ever happening…for I have, in many intriguing scenarios over the past three decades or so, of which the stolen-pups escapade is but the most recent. Yet it DID happen, finally, late last night around 3:30 AM…so there ya go, Dr. Wattson, a fairy tale come true! With a sweet touch of the Damon-Runyon, kindhearted gangster trope tossed in. So please, grab a cushion and a seat, sit back and allow me the immense gratitude of relaying to you, this astounding gem of an episode that only occurred to me less than half-an-earth’s rotation ago!

I had just retired to my pupless cot, with smartphone astride my head and playing the latest scary podcast from Stitcher. At first, I thought it was a voice in a dream as I drifted off to sleep, a young woman’s voice calling up to me through the window, in a muffled tone: “Zeke? Hello, Zeke, are you awake? Zeke Krahlin?” Of course, it took several moments to finally realize someone really WAS summoning me from the sidewalk below. The fact that it was a FEMALE voice calling out, made it especially unreal, and thus more convincing as a voice in a dream than in the waking world.

Upon coming to my full senses, I urgently flopped out of the cot and landed smack-dab and face first upon the dirty, softwood floor. For a cot is not a good nest to exit from in haste, unlike a standard bed…due to the concave nature of the canvas stretched over the frame, and the ridge of the frame itself. You have to actually sit yourself up first, with legs flung over and feet planted firmly on the floor, then grab the frame’s edge with both hands, and HEAVE yourself forward with a mighty shove before you can even HOPE to leave its deep embrace, and find yourself standing erect.

“Hello, Zee-eeek, anybody home?” she called out once more as I gathered myself up from the floor and dashed to the window…to gaze down upon not one, not two, not three, but FOUR smiling police officers, one of whom was a woman. She eagerly gestured at me to step outside! Well, Wattson, I was truly flummoxed, yet quickly tied a bandanna around my lower face, donned my Persian slippers, skipped the smoking jacket and queerstalker cap, and rushed on down the stairs in my sweatpants and T-shirt, into the lobby, and out the front gate.

“Hello, Zeke, we have good news for you!” spoke another officer. “Do you mind, though, if we talk on the other side, away from the lobby camera?”

“Uh, yeah, of course,” I obliged, confused over what would come down, though I sensed nothing foul.

So we turned the corner to the back of the building, which is on 16th Street…a much more private spot, because dark and away from pedestrians. Though we didn’t stop walking up the hill for about a third of the way, because of aNOTHER camera planted by the fire escape and pointing down towards the intersection at Market Street. It was during this brief stroll that I noticed their unique SFPD patches, which flashed an eye-catching luminous pink as their arms swung. The moment we finally stopped, I took a closer peek at the patch:

It was the standard SFPD insignia, but with a blue rose inlaid over an upward-pointing pink triangle in the center! The exact design I had fashioned way back in 1997, though theirs is much more artful, for it shone from an inner light which source I could not discern. I then leapt back and gasped: “The Blue Rose Militia!”

I certainly can NOT duplicate its elegance in this letter, but I CAN give you a rough idea of this astonishing patch, with the following image:

And here’s a smaller version of that same pic, to give you a better idea of how exquisitely subtle the design appears, when worn.

The kindly peacekeepers began to chuckle among themselves, before the copper-haired, tall, lanky one cut them off and said:

“We have your back, Zeke,” then lowered his frame a bit to tap me on the shoulder and affirm: “Arwyn misses you very much, and looks forward to the day, very soon, when you two lovebirds can be together once more!”

A rush of sheer joy shivered up and down my spine, and I almost fell to the concrete in a swoon of ecstasy. But I tilted myself against the wall, to maintain my balance, and uttered in gobsmacked awe, this lone syllable:


That same cop countered with:

“Randolph, too.”

Well that did it, here came the tears and my failed efforts to wipe them away, because the flow was just too copious. As I shuddered in sobs of elation, realizing my dreams coming true, they further explained with gusto, that:

  • Yes, they ARE the Blue Rose Militia, inspired by my proposal in 1997, and have long since expanded worldwide, including all the most homophobic countries, which are those run by religious fanatics, either Muslim or Christian. A clandestine organization of course, even to myself until this very moment. But they HAVE been watching over and protecting me all those years…gathering ALL my writings off the Internet, including those that came BEFORE that landmark year!
  • And, yes, they WILL soon make themselves known to the world, and, yes, they have troops of brilliant white-hat hackers who are about to usurp all major government, religious, corporate and military agencies across the planet, in a totally bloodless coup.
  • And, yes, my books will very soon appear in every bookstore in every nation…and will all be considered part of a greater family of books to be titled: “The Final Testament.”
  • And, yes, I shall occupy a lovely, rambling mansion with loyal, handsome guardians to do my bidding, as well as protect me and those I love. But for a little while longer, I must remain hovel bound.

They described SO much more than what’s listed above, and in such rapid sequence, it dawned on me they’re not speaking at all, their lips are NOT moving…this is TELEPATHIC! At any rate, they regretted having to leave me alone for the nonce, but have one more surprise. With that, a limousine showed up out of the blue and parked right alongside us. A passenger door swung open, and out hopped Lucky & Flaco, yapping with joy as they jumped into my arms and almost knocked me over!

“You do not have to worry about Deek bothering you ever again, Zeke,” spoke the lesbian peacemaker, this time moving her lips.

She then handed me an adoption form from the SPCA, stating that I now own both pups, who have finally been chipped, vaccinated (and Flaco spayed), and all future veterinarian expenses will be covered by the Blue Rose Militia. At the bottom was my digital signature, so I didn’t even need to sign it right then and there, myself. After waiting a few moments for me to peruse the document, she added:

“Nor your building manager, nor those nasty residents of 208. We’ve got that all taken care of.”

I dared not ask for any details on this matter, but just stood dumbstruck, while embracing both pooches as they licked the tears from my face, and wagged a little whirlwind with their curly-fry tails.

“But we ask of you one small sacrifice in exchange!” piped up the bodacious Asian fuzz standing off to my right.

I paused my petting of the brindlekin at that moment, for fear of what that request might be. Which was:

“That you wipe out all evidence of your Brindlekin Tales from the Internet, for the time being.”

I thought, “Whew! Is THAT all? Yeah, I can do that…these dogs are worth everything to me. SUCH an easy sacrifice in exchange!”

“Yes, Mr. Krahlin,” he nodded in agreement (as his mind heard the words my tongue failed to shape).

“For you SHALL have much power, wealth, love and all else that a good person like you deserves, anyway. And…this mandate is but temporary, for your Brindlekin Tales SHALL be published along with all your other books, some time into the holiday season this year…err, I mean around Christmas, but it won’t be called that any more, and the date will shift a bit, to December 30th, because that’s Randolph’s birthday…and, err, it will be called ‘Brindlefest’ from now on. It is just that, at this time, exposing those stories to the public may interfere with your militia’s present activities. I’m sure you understand.”

“Uh, yes, YES,” I shook in some sort of queasy epiphany as I thought the words, “I am truly honored.”

“It is your good works, and what comes from your heart, anyway,” the female officer chimed in, “not what you have or have not achieved superficially.”

They then bid me sweet adieus, assuring me that I will not be alone in this world much longer…and I gleefully brought the pups back to their TRUE home. At least for now, until we move to that mansion with acres and acres of backyard to please any little doggy beyond his and her wildest dreams. And guess what happened just this morning?

Peering out the window, I espied Myrtle and her nasty son, Adisa, packing away large boxes into a U-Haul truck. I have yet, however, to enjoy witnessing the departure of the building manager.


I hope you enjoyed this little fantasy of mine, dear Wattson! More coming up soon, as I speculate further upon the many possible ways I shall be reunited with my brindlekin!

Yours in confidence,

Ezekiel J. Krahlin-Holmes

PS: I found this little ducky tucked away beside a tree’s roots on my return from the corner grocery and grog shop where Morey clerks. It’s barely an inch wide and an inch high, and I found it just minutes before completing the tale above. I’m a lucky duck!

Prophetic Insights & Speculation

February 20, 2021

[BRINDLEKIN TALES – Book 2: Chapter 17]

Subject: Prophetic Insights & Speculation
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: February 17, 2021 6:59 PM

Regarding my “avatar” nature, and the extraordinary implications therein, here are some recent thoughts:The culmination of my destiny is NOW…that is, starting this year and reaching a climax before year’s end. All signs point to that, based on the extraordinary circumstances now unfolding in my life, which began on the eve of Halloween last year. DOCUMENTED in Brindlekin Tales, with the first chapter, “More Than a Hole in the Ground,” date stamped October 30th, 2020.

1. A major trigger for this culmination comes from the extraordinary inspiration of two amazing little doggies now in my life, of which Brindlekin Tales is THE major evidence, through the telling thereof. I do not exaggerate when I proclaim that Lucky & Flaco are a gift from the gods (through the hand of my most irksome friend, Deek, who is homeless). And by “gods,” I mean something akin to those in Greek mythology (probably reptilians playing those deities because they know how much I love that genre)…though ultimately an invisible consciousness spread across the cosmos and beyond, that I prefer to call “Universal Mind.”

2. I don’t think my fame and empowerment will come through getting my book published…or any other usual, normal channel. But will, instead, be the result of more and more people turning onto my WordPress blog, Youtube Channel, Twitter site, and/or my Facebook posts. My newfound admirers will then start flooding my GoFundMe account with a rapidly increasing amount of funds that will climb into the millions. And I will suddenly receive so MANY gifts via my Amazon Doggy Wish List, that I will have to start HANDING OUT most of them to OTHER folks with canine pets, especially the homeless. This stunning rise in popularity will also lead to burgeoning donations through a PayPal account that I have yet to open, and similar services for receiving money from my fans. Most of whom will be ecstatically overJOYED to contribute a small percentage of their income each month, just for moi, withOUT any specific goal in mind, such as my doggy charity.

For they simply KNOW that I will spend (or redistribute) the monies in the most compassionate ways possible! Because that is the kind of person I am, and PROOF of that is all over cyberspace, and has been since the day I joined the Internet, back in the mid-80s when it was all about BBSing.

3. But I also surmise something UNSUSPECTED will likely rocket me to stardom, instead…a surprise if you will, for that is part of this game so cleverly devised by our Reptilian Guardian Angels. So there is no point in conjecturing the possibilities, since they are INFINITE. However, I have had visions over many years of my book (or books) showing up all of a sudden, one day, in the windows of every bookstore around the world! Without my ever lifting a finger to make this happen. IOW: I have a lot of allies working on my behalf, on an international level, that I don’t even know about. That incredible vision first happened YEARS ago, back in 1997…and I wrote about it, here:

The Birth of the Final Testament

4. A network of kindred souls shall crystallize across the globe this year, with Arwyn and myself at the helm. You shall also be a major figure within the network, as my most trusted military advisor, or, as I called you in my tale, Misfortune is a Cookie Named Zeke: “the Osmium Empress.” You will number among the highest tier of this network, alongside myself and Larkin. Amazing people in the company of other amazing people! Or, better said: “Amazing people in the company of amazing Reptilians!” Randolph Taylor will be with us, too…OF COURSE, IT ALL MAKES PERFECT SENSE NOW! Randolph, who told me in a dream, that he never even went to Vietnam, nor did he really attempt to kill himself…it was all a RUSE for my benefit: that I grow in wisdom and become a hero!

Well THAT was fun. This is the piece I began writing, when the nasty building manager disrupted my creative flow, and forced me to spend two agonizing days documenting everything around his threat. What a fountain of misery he is, gushing toxic waste in every direction! Hazmat should quarantine the vermin. He’s nuts, and he has the KEY to my room, he could even plant drugs in it and report me, or commit any other sort of mischief. HE’S GOTTA GO, NOW!!!

How am I gonna do my laundry any more, or go shopping for groceries, or walk the doggies, when I know at any time while I’m out, Kevin could be mucking about my hovel?

  • Zeke

Re: Prophetic Insights & Speculation
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: February 18, 2021 10:00 AM

It gives me great pleasure to contemplate all of this. Extremely refreshing in this veil of gloom.

Glad I can help! I’m an eternal light in this forest of darkness. Nothing will EVER snuff me out…I’ve made it to the finish line, so game over, I won. :)

You need a motion-activated surveillance camera.

You mean like this?

Click here to view item on Amazon.

Definitely affordable, I’ll look into these devices further. Maybe Kevin will keel over before I have to spend the money on a security device…that would be awesome; I’d celebrate with a nice Chianti and a side of fava beans. Thanks!

  • Zeke

Subject: My solution: not do anything…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: February 18, 2021 11:06 AM

…except perhaps to email him this message:


To put your mind at ease regarding my doggies running free in the lobby: I do NOT let them run from my room, but wait until I get to the landing, and see if anyone is in the lobby or at the gate. If there is no one at either place, I let them have their little run to the entryway, where I can quickly pick up the leashes should someone show up at the gate. But if the coast ISN’T clear, I keep a hold on the leashes the entire time. Hope you have a lovely day.


This IS the right way to handle it, based on my Bodhisattva Premise…for I really have nothing to worry about…no one does, actually. Any defensive response is a form of worry or anxiety, and thus is a less satisfactory solution. Everything went in my favor recovering the pups from Deek…and I remained calm through it all, and did NOT cave in to angst. ALL things are going my way, in spite of the occasional disruption. I just need to learn a bit better, how to release any further anxieties, including those brought on by the building manager.

What say you, Wattson? I won’t even send that email if you suggest to hold back on that, too.

  • Ezekiel K-Holmes

Re: My solution: not do anything… [addendum]
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: February 18, 2021 11:47 AM

And, perhaps, adding this second paragraph:


The rest of your gripes are bogus, and certainly unbecoming of ANY building manager. I hope you did not REALLY send a cc to Ablahblah Realty, as it reflects badly on yourself. Personally, I have NO interest in jeopardizing your position as manager, though you seem to be doing a good job of it on your own. Your childish behavior DOES put me between a rock and a hard place, which may force my hand to register an official complaint against you. So PLEASE cease with your mean-spirited nonsense. IOW: the viciousness of which you speak is NOT coming from the dogs.


More on my Bodhisattva Premise: I don’t really NEED an attorney, or any other mundane assistance, because I ALREADY have the best assistance of all: Universal Mind, karma, Reptilian spirit ghosts, guardian angels, the Flying Spaghetti Monster, Artemis, the SFPD, or whatever. Call it what you will, but all signs through my extraordinary episodes these past several months give strong indication of that. Nonetheless, if the attorney I’ve been trying to contact SHOULD offer to take on my case, that’s fine, too. I am reminded of how you used your OWN words to save you from losing your house, without ANY legal assistance.

And more on S. Rohan’s remarkable illustration of the three cherubs: my choice of THAT image among the fifteen others she drew, may not only be due to the succor I gain from displaying it on my laptop screen. Perhaps they also are sending me a message that money is coming soon, once again…just like it did in my original vision of them, as adult angels who assured me cash would show up at just the right time, which it did. (It was Ms. Rohan who transformed them into cherubs, per her own inspiration.) The first time around, it took less than three months for the moolah to show up, which allowed me to fly out to D.C. to stand by Randolph, where his hospital bed COULD have wound up also being his death bed. Let’s see how soon a monetary windfall happens this time around.

Lastly, an update regarding my progress with the pooches: they now obey my “Shhh!” command more readily, and thus bark a lot less when exiting or entering the building…in fact, almost never. When we ran the gauntlet up and down Noe Street this morning, similar progress was shown. I just stop them and say “Shhh!” and they calm down. A couple of employees at the Mediterranean restaurant around the corner who set up the outdoor seating, love the doggies, despite their mad barking when they approach. But not this time around…when they reached out their hands, Flaco did not bark at all, but sniffed, while Lucky DID bark, though nowhere near as vociferously. Also, as we proceeded further down the street, an older man who tends the corner garden saw us and said, “Uh-oh, here they come!” For they would bark at him as we passed, in previous times. However, today they did not, and he was impressed. So my pups ARE getting known, noticed and appreciated by some of the regulars we walk by. Who have been of GREAT assistance in helping them socialize better, now that they are no longer in the position as Deek’s guard dogs, where living on the streets 24/7 caused them to be overly protective.

  • Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: The Dogs of Artemis
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: February 18, 2021 3:55 PM

Wattson: I’ve been meaning to get around to finding out the names of Artemis’s dogs, which I always thought were two, as that is how I’ve seen them depicted in paintings and statues. But it seems she had a whole passel of ’em! At least, according to this post on Reddit, from last year:


I could not find their names, but Artemis had 14 dogs: two black-and-white dogs, three reddish ones, and one spotted one, as well as “seven bitches of the finest Arcadian race”.


Here is the URL for the entire thread:

Yet I STILL don’t know their names, even though I now do those of Acteon…whom Artemis had ordered ripped to shreds by his OWN hounds, after she first turned him into a stag! That’s all in the same thread, BTW.

Why my particular interest in Artemis, besides my general love of Greek mythology? Because she and her twin brother Apollo played a major role in my visions that occurred in the 90s, which inspired me to compose a poem in her honor, and appears on my Gay Bible site. But I’ll post it here as well:

by Ezekiel Krahlin

Oh Artemis, Brave Artemis, Goddess of
The Sacred Hunt, and Savior of Apollo
(For whom Your life was sacrificed
With others soon to follow)!

Perseus had wrought a silver belt made
From Medusa's Snake, for You to wear
Around Your waist to grant complete
From blow or slash of club or sword,
     or any other weapon.

In Armageddon You did fight battle after
Chaste, courageous in Your might,
Standing strong within the light...
Unstained, unslain, unharmed, and

Yet the final skirmish had not been
When Apollo lay wounded, dying, flayed,
Blood streaming from His valiant chest--
For the Beast of Lies had done his best
To doom the God of Healing to dark,
     eternal rest!

Unswerving in Your heart with courage
     like no other,
You gird the silver belt around Your
     dearest brother.
Upon that act You were suddenly flung
Beneath the hooves of Satan's steed,
And died...unnoticed, unshrouded,

Apollo rose to conquer all,
In this, the last, and greatest,

To honor You, a sister true, each eve He
     prays and faces west,
The direction in which You died.
Tears do grace His handsome face as He
     looks up to the sky:

Your blood now stains the sunset with
     virgin red-rose hues,
Spilled across the battlefield of deep
     azures and crystal blues!

But I still don’t know the names of her dogs, to my disappointment. Seeing as these incredible Brindlekin Tales arise directly from the inspiration of my two canine companions, and that Artemis has come to me in visions in a former decade, discovering the names of her dogs seems an important thing for me to know. It hounds me no end, yet I keep barking up the wrong tree…even Yelp fails me! Oh, well, back into the doghouse I go…and me without a bone to pick!

Your punny sleuth who’s at times uncouth,

Ezekiel J. Krahlin-Holmes

PS: As for her brother, I wrote various pieces, including this one:

by Ezekiel Krahlin

Thou art fair as the green corn
   bending in the sky.
Thou art the blossom, the nectar,
   and the fruit of my eye.
Thou art gracious as a lamb
   born in spring.
Thou art the resurrection of dreams
   for which I joyfully sing.

Re: My solution: not do anything…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: February 18, 2021 11:20 PM

At this point, I think he might be amenable to walking back his threat that you must get rid of the dogs. Give him some wriggle room to do the right thing. I would send him the message below. Save the “addendum” paragraph to use if/when he responds negatively.

Yep, that’s exactly what I’ll do, and I’ll make the subject title, “Chillax, Dude!” The email goes out in a minute. Thanks! My god, it’s such a royal pain in the ass dealing with the pinheads of this world.

Subject: Killer Dogs!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: February 19, 2021 11:28 AM

Took the pups out in a light rain this morning, then went to Rosenberg’s for coffee, where they waited outside, hitched to a parking meter. As I paid the clerk I suddenly heard Lucky & Flaco barking up a hurricane, so I looked towards them to see a feisty mofo trying to walk THROUGH them, as they snarled and nipped at his feet. He then came screeching into the shop: “Those are killer dogs! Get them outta here!” and other horrid nonsense. Apparently, he had just pulled up in his vehicle and, instead of walking AROUND the other end of his car, decided to set foot right between the dogs’ leashes.

IOW: he intentionally stirred up trouble. Otherwise, why on Lilith’s blue and green and brown earth, would anyone DO that? WHO intentionally walks into the middle of two leashed dogs, riling them up as a result, unless they’re looking to create trouble? They see a couple of adorable mutts and are jealous, because SO unhappy with their own lives. I think that’s an apt analysis, don’t you, my good Dr. Wattson?

He was awfully UGLY in the face, so I could see why he goes out of his way to stir up feces: the mirror he looks into every day when he arises, despises him. Anyway, I addressed the bastard:

“Sir, they are my dogs and they will be gone WITH me in a moment!”

He failed to respond, but barged on over to the canned malt liquor section for the morning brewski he so desperately craved. Typical, nasty alcoholic. One would think these bodhisattva pranks attempting to scare me over losing the pups should have ended by now…seeing as, these days, I very quickly overcome any consequential anxiety attacks, to resume a pacific demeanor. But no, they’re pushing the envelope to the max, EVERY SINGLE FRIGGIN DAY! The challenge, of course, is that I learn to remain calm and assured through it all ASAP. Which I perfectly understand, and appreciate, for it gives me greater strength and courage than ever before.

But really, this is harassment in the highest degree: from the gods themselves! Now what kind of attorney, what kind of court, and what kind of judge would determine a resolution on my behalf? How on earth can a humble, queer earthling such as myself, EVER achieve justice with so little support in my favor? Makes me wonder if there are also poor people, homeless people, even on Mt. Olympus and its surrounding environs! To satirically paraphrase a portion of Matthew 6:10: “In heaven as it is on earth?”

So here is a pic of the upper left front of the envelope containing the building manager’s nasty “vicious animals” letter:

Notice the sloppy, unprofessional type, accompanied by an ink smear. Another hint, besides his childish rant therein, that he really did NOT send a cc to Ablahblah Realty…because, honestly, he should realize such a crazy screed would upset his employer, because it clearly opens them up to a lawsuit they’d obviously lose. But if he DID actually mail them a copy, it’s more likely a setup intended to gain me much moolah for my GoFundMe project, via an out-of-court settlement in my favor. Such a prank implies that Ablahblah itself is in on it!

Another interesting pic, this time of the “Astro Elevator” truck…but I shot this at 3:45 AM! What the heck is an elevator worker doing here at such an undeityly hour? Several days back, Flaco had to go urgently at around 4 AM, pacing the floor to get my attention. And as we descended into the lobby, there was that same worker diddling around in the elevator shaft. I wished him a good morning and moved on. I’m wondering if he’s presently homeless? Furthermore, I believe he is the same fellow who asked if I’m sure they don’t bite.

Wouldn’t it be hilarious if Kevin was discovered bludgeoned to death on a sidewalk, during his frequent 1 AM walk towards 9666 Market, from god only knows where he’s coming at that time of night? This is dark humor, but hear me out, Wattson:

By the following day his murder would be in all the city headlines. But get this: imagine what Myrtle and Adisa would think, in light of their false accusation one of my dogs bit her son, and my adamant and honest denial TO the manager that this NEVER happened! Would they think, “OMG, we’re next!” They might just up and evict themselves in a hurry.

Last night, for the first time, I danced before the brindlekin! To a song I stumbled upon, by a group called “Wonder Girls.” It’s a sweet little song that just made me up and dance!

The pups were startled awake from their slumber, sat straight up with tilted heads and a quizzical expression on their sweet faces. Flaco began leaping up to plant her paws on me and kiss me on the cheeks. Lucky joined in a few minutes later. So just moments ago I figured to video record this, and here is the result:

Certainly NOT as active and delightful as they were the first time around, but I’m sure a few more tries will get me that outstanding “Dancing with the Dogs” video. I see now, a chapter or two hence, will be a collection of dancing clips! Naturally, there are copyright issues, so I’ll probably have to use songs from a public domain repository. Oh, but here’s an even BETTER idea:

Take me and my dancing dogs to the streets! Imagine yours truly with a Bluetooth speaker playing catchy tunes, dancing with the pups on the corner of Market & Castro! With a collection jar for donations, that will be used for my doggy expenses! Imagine the reaction of my building’s residents, including Kevin himself! Then one day, I’ll call on Jeffrey’s Natural Pet Foods around the corner, telling them I want to say thank you for helping the pups eat again. And we have a little skit we’d like to do for you, so step outside and bring your smartphones to record it! In conclusion:

Brindlekin Tales is such a beautiful collection of stories that is ENHANCED by Deek’s abduction of the pooches, the building manager’s demand to evict them, along with all OTHER scary challenges so suddenly flung before me…that I can’t HELP but think this is all the work of bodhisattva spirits, to make me the hero, and skyrocket me to fame and success! IOW: all those who play my enemies are actually contributing to my tales, AND AWARE OF THAT! Including that wicked little bugger who called my darlings “killer dogs” this morning. As the Buddha once declared: “We have no enemies, only teachers.”

What think YOU, Dr. Wattson?

Yours as always and forever,

Ezekiel J. Krahlin-Holmes, Esq.

Subject: Dancing with the Doggies
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Kevin Bond (building manager)
Date: February 19, 2021 11:28 AM

This video will never appear on my Youtube or any other official site, due to copyright restrictions. Thus, it is destined to become one of my underground achievements. It’s the first, among what shall become many: my own Gay Bible Apocrypha. Enjoy!

Re: My solution: not do anything…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: February 19, 2021 1:55 PM

“Winning an argument with a smart person is hard; winning an argument with a stupid person is impossible.”

To that, I’d add “stupid and/or crazy.”

Of course, good doctor. But sometimes one is FORCED to argue with such klutzes, regardless. I’m thinking here of civil complaint issues, or when the idiot is your employer, manager, or any other person with some social power over you. This is why Mark Twain’s famous quote about stupidity is only HALF correct, as regards the “never” part:

“Never argue with stupid people, they will drag you down to their level and then beat you with experience.”

In my case, I am COERCED to argue on my behalf, else Kevin would step all over me. His nastiness is all the result of bringing my complaint about the loitering teenagers to the attention of Ablablah Realty. I’ve had wicked people who lived in this edifice BEFORE this, who’ve wound up DEAD after prolonged hostility against me. Such as a former manager, Ruth Harris, who gossiped to other residents that I’m friends with a tenant who’s been threatening her, and she doesn’t know why. But yes she did, as I TOLD her that I’m going to befriend him, in an attempt to persuade him to move…and that is exactly what happened a few weeks later! Ruth wound up dying of cancer while still manager.

Another example is Larry Thompson who lived across the hall from me, for many years. He was a queeny, skinny old fart with bleached hair and a pea for a brain. Who began harassing me because I kicked him out of a coffeehouse for HIV folks and their friends, where I was a volunteer serving up coffee and snacks. He was drunk as a skunk and pawing the young customers. He never forgave me for that (as if there were anything to forgive) and even gave a notorious drug dealer my name, address and phone number! Whenever we’d pass each other on the sidewalk, he’d murmur: “You’ll get yours!” He also turned a new friend of eight months against me, who lived right above, and had AIDS with dementia. And HE died a year later, after his constant threats and attacks upon yours truly.

Then, suddenly one day and thereafter, Miss Larry never spoke to me or anyone else…and sported a new accessory to his wardrobe: a colorful cravat tied about the neck. Turned out he had developed throat cancer and had his vocal chords removed! He died in the hospital two months later.

And I already told you about the two gay lovers on the third floor, one of whom started threatening my good friend, Peggy. They were evicted due to this harassment, and, possibly, for bringing drugs and dealers into 9666 Market Street. Less than a year later, one committed suicide, while the other perished from a drug overdose.

The building manager’s maliciousness is equally morbid to those examples, thus I expect a similar outcome. Likewise for Myrtle and her son. How this will play out is beyond me…though I HAVE conjectured one possible scenario regarding Kevin, to you in a previous email. And it couldn’t come soon enough as far as THIS beleaguered pilgrim is concerned. BTW, Mr. Thompson of the cravat, is the FIRST person I’ve ever wished death upon! But of course his demise is not my own telepathic doing, for no doubt others before me have been likewise hurt by him. It is just that, when I truly wish someone’s cessation, it is only because they ARE a wicked person in the first place…thus their dark end is already writ in stone.

Anyway, here’s the solution around copyright limitations to my dancing with the dogs (click on the video, then click on “Youtube” and read the description to find out):


Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: Changed my username from Zebra Ghost back to Zeke Krahlin…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: February 20, 2021 8:59 AM

…on I chose the handle “Zebra Ghost” for my username, when posting comments and reviews, as a privacy issue, since I didn’t want them using my real name to use in any promotionals. But now that I am about to become famous worldwide, it will benefit me immensely, to switch back to my REAL name. Seeing as companies and business owners will soon be crawling over each other to use my actual name to promote their products…and pay me handsomely!

So, emailing the building manager my little dance number was my way of showing him I have it all figured out now: that he, Myrtle and son (and their teenage loiterers), and Ablahblah Realty were all spoofing me. Or, to put this another way: as bodhisattva guides, pushing me forward to self-awakening through their challenges. The pups are NOT gonna be driven out, and things will now rapidly progress towards the New Renaissance, with yours truly at the helm.

A new day has dawned, My Osmium Empress!

Re: Changed my username from Zebra Ghost back to Zeke Krahlin…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: February 20 2021 1:11 PM

Roger on all of that. I’m relieved!

Not that he’s told me it’s only a prank, but his rapacious letter pretty much makes that obvious. The ruse started with those loitering teenagers, and developed from there…very clever! The point was to keep disrupting me, so that the added stress in my life would accelerate my growth as a result of dealing with it as compassionately possible, while standing my ground. It worked! Even if, perchance, I’m wrong about this, and he IS serious (which I strongly doubt), my two email responses were the best solution either way you interpret the scenario. A resolution affirming my theory, would be that all hostile parties involved approach me in friendship…just like in the Tibetan Book of the Dead, when the demons that threaten to chop you to bits finally drop their masks to reveal themselves as angels…IF you’ve passed their tests by not giving in to negative emotions. Upon which victory you ascend to the NEXT level, perhaps to go through further challenges. Though I’m not sure every level is meant to be challenging in that manner, in order to ascend further. Perhaps there are other challenges, such as sharpening your mind, skills or virtuous qualities.

DID YOU SEE MY LITTLE DANCE NUMBER YET? Check out my shadow, it looks like a gorilla or a bear! I only paid attention to the shadow after watching the video a dozen or so times…and I was happily startled. I consider this video as marking the turning point into the Age of Aquarius…and it all starts in my hovel, then blossoms outward. It’s gonna go viral through the underground. Here’s the link again:

On my Youtube channel, the video is stripped of the audio track, in order to respect copyright limitations. Instead, in the description I provide the link to that song, so they can play both, simultaneously. This dance video then gave me the idea of doing further dance clips, not just with the pups, but by myself…and I’ll call it “I Dance with the Gods.” Which is exactly what I do in cycles separated by at least several years. I usually dance as a Greek deity (or TO them), but also as Native American totemic fauna, such as Coyote, Eagle, Bear or Buffalo. I once had an astounding vision of myself dancing in the sky as Apollo…sort of Ann-Margret-ish as she appeared in “Bye Bye Birdie,” only minus the audio. For reference, see:

In sum: by Carl Jung’s reckoning, I have mastered the pantheon of archetypes!

What will make these dance videos so unique, is the humble locale in which they’re staged, and the fact that I’m an old man (for awhile longer)! But one SUPERB hoofer! I will explain in these videos, that dancing is how I pray or meditate. Which is the absolute truth. It’s also my way of completely shedding my ego: showing no shame in my crummy hovel or advanced age, while making myself entirely vulnerable to the world, as a shamanic act of devotion to the Great Spirit.

My hovel (and by extension, this building) will soon become the most cherished landmark in all of LGBT history…as well as WORLD history! So the next step will be to VERY SOON move me and the pooches to a safe, lovely and comfortable sanctuary, whereby all these nasty stress factors in my difficult life shall cease. Whether I’ll remain here in San Franshitsco, or be transported elsewhere, I do not know. But I also have visions on a surprisingly frequent basis, of living in a jewel of a habitat floating in outer space! A huge colony of sorts, a traveling biosphere populated by reptilians and humans in brotherly communion. That would be awesome, to say the least. But I’ll be perfectly happy as well, in a decent studio apartment in a nice neighborhood, such as the Inner Sunset, somewhere around 9th and Irving. And hopefully, with access to a fenced-in backyard!

What say you, Wattson: am I insane or incredibly gifted? (And of course, Sherlock Holmes is yet aNOTHER variation on the archetype…in this case, the deity that uncloaks mysteries. Which makes Holmes’s own cloak a most apt metaphor.)

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