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:

–begin:

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.

–end


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 <ezekielk@sonic.net>
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:

https://www.theatlantic.com/politics/archive/2021/03/can-i-lie-to-get-the-vaccine-sooner/618448/

– 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!


REDDIT DISCUSSION ABOUT LINE-JUMPING TO GET THE VACCINE

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?"

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Sixtrings:

Multiple friends under 50 have had luck at East Bay sites

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VAGIMALILTEACUP:

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.

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Dittany_Kitteny:

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

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i-luv-ducks:

> 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.

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themiro:

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

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i-luv-ducks:

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

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_prototype:

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

- Use myturn.ca.gov

- 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.

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i-luv-ducks:

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:

https://www.theatlantic.com/politics/archive/2021/03/can-i-lie-to-get-the-vaccine-sooner/618448/

https://www.washingtonpost.com/lifestyle/2021/03/25/vaccine-line-jump-lie-coronavirus/

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):

https://www.npr.org/sections/health-shots/2021/02/06/964139633/is-it-ever-ok-to-jump-ahead-in-the-vaccine-line

--quote:

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.

--end

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.

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_prototype:

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.

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11twofour:

What's rat tapping? Google was unhelpful.

Subject: TROUBLE AT THE GATE!!!
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.

Re: TROUBLE AT THE GATE!!!
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
Annemarie

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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:

415-[xxx-xxxx]

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

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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:

HE’S ON MY SIDE!


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

Ezekiel,

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 Next Chapter

April 2, 2021

[BRINDLEKIN TALES – Book 3: Chapter 16]

Subject: Your Key Phrase
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Anna-Lee Horsington
Date: April 1, 2021 8:57 AM

This particular phrase of yours is key:

“I do not experience the system as all bad.”

Because it just now hit me, that you worked with Medicaid clients in NEW MEXICO, which is one of the handful of states that has NEVER crippled the poor with an astronomical Share of Cost. (Though, as with the two other states I know of that likewise did not, there was STILL an egregious price to pay: NO real dental care.)

Thus, you were virtually SHELTERED from experiencing the draconic fees for Medicaid services that were typical for well over forty of our states, possibly as many as forty-seven. Seeing as I did not do research on this for every state. I only found, thus far, three states that did NOT charge a criminally-exorbitant SOC: New Mexico, Minnesota, and Massachusetts.

My point being, therefore:

You were not so hobbled in your mission to assist the poor, as you would’ve been in most every other state. Therefore, you cannot REALLY give me that inside view of Medicaid workers who had the misfortune of being employed in a high-SOC region. Which also means you cannot speak for the quality (or lack thereof) of Medicaid services across the board, that is: in a national context. It’s almost like you were working in a different country, where the poor were treated better.

– Zeke


Re: Some Sweet Lovin’
From: Zeke’s Mailing List
To: Chuck Kapinski
Date: April 1, 2021 1:13 PM

> Their adorable precious sincerity is unmatchable and priceless.

No truer words have been said! Thanks. But since that video, more sadness and tragedy has ensued. You can read about it in my last two Brindlekin chapters. That would be chapters 14 and 15 of book 3.

> I think I may have this goddamned bug.

VERY sorry to hear that, Charles.

> Two Sundays ago I began becoming insomniac with nightsweats, catching only maybe 3 or 4 hours alternating nights. I’ve been eating light, drinking plenty of fluids and juice, and just laying low.

Horrific, but I’m sure you’ll pull through. I hope those night sweats have abated by the time you get this email.

> I don’t DARE push the pussy panic button because a 67 year old on an SSA check ends up in the roach motel – where you check in, but you don’t check out. Lots of lying down.

America is a death cult, and the poor its greatest victims. So yeah, stay away.

> I still have to drive a couple miles every other day for groceries, dizzy as a zombie.

Drive slow, drive safe please.

> The thing lasts anywhere from two to six weeks depending upon your resistance. Maybe I’m half way through it. Hope so.

Most people survive it quite well…unless they have some serious medical complication already. You do not.

> I only make it out to Staples free wifi a couple times a week.

That’s a drag.

> How do you feel about shots? My jury’s out.

I would definitely get the shots ASAP. Unfortunately, here in San Franshitsco they have a shortage, and I can NOT get an appointment anywhere. The lucky ones with vehicles can simply drive to another county. I wasn’t even ELIGIBLE for the vaccination until a week ago! Despite my age, which is now 70. But what good is being eligible, if you can’t make an appointment? Looks like I won’t even GET my first shot for months from now.

Keep taking as good a care of yourself as is humanly possible…my prayers are with you.

– Zeke


Re: Louisiana took ALL his stimulus money!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Lisa Harwood
Date: April 1, 2021 6:05 PM

> Zeke: This video is so powerful; it sent chills up my back. . .I really believe your body of video work is going to be incredibly important some day.

Yes, it will be, but it must NOT be at the cost of two doggies’ lives, or that of a homeless person.

> And may even help in drawing attention to this tragic ‘Catch-22’ situation faced by impoverished fathers like Deek.

Definitely…I know EXACTLY what I am doing with my tales, and how they will impact the world.

> This is an intrusion of the State of Louisiana on an intended stimulus to the economy of San Francisco when it comes down to it.

Of course.

> So: start with calling your Supervisor. There may be a large number of homeless indigent fathers who have been similarly impacted.

I find that unlikely, just as I’ve found all my OTHER efforts through political and gov’t channels useless, including locally. Deek’s cooperation would be vital, and he would NEVER go along with it. But that’s not why I say “unlikely,” as it’s the system itself. Unless there were already an active support group to get the ball rolling, there is no point in wasting my time like this. I have even TRIED to get some major issues going by phone and email contacts, online forums, and so on. NOTHING went anywhere, in spite of my dedicated efforts.

> Call the local office of your Congressperson. Make the complaint. Ask them for assistance. They are in the best position to do that. Your own story of one poor person fortunate enough to have shelter trying to assist another who does not is compelling. And the shared pups also makes it a human interest tale.

Those are all nice ideas, but they will NOT mount to a hill of legumes. Believe me, I have tried that route MANY times. And that is PRECISELY why I am writing my Brindlekin Tales…a DIFFERENT route that I know in my heart will get the ball rolling in a MAJOR way. It WILL take off, and this year…I just don’t know the date of Day One.

> There must be a City Department or Non-profit who have the legal hutzpah you need. This is really a Class Action situation.

You can NOT pull off a class action lawsuit without a large number of people already on the bandwagon. I am not in a position, nor do I have the contacts needed, to achieve that goal.

> Deek had a day of feeling it was possible for him to live a “normal” life for awhile, one free if only temporarily of destitution.. . . . When he shows up again, as you know he will. Just let him blather for awhile—importantly: do not address his specific insults—and then use phrases like “Deek, I need your respect in order to help you”. . . “Deek, I can’t continue without your respect.”

Ha-ha, not gonna work…been there, done that. Soon as I suggested my contacting local gov’t officials, but I’d need his cooperation to speak for him, it all blew up in my face. You have NO idea how self-sabotaging he is!

> You have a remarkable mind, Zeke: you act on your intentions, and at least he realizes that about you. 

Thank you…and I am USING my remarkable mind to achieve the desired results through my BOOK, rather than those political channels that ALWAYS lead me to a dead end. I know this through MUCH experience over many decades.

> Offering him something to eat might help stem the stream of insults as you explain what you willing to try on his behalf next. Which you will not pursue in the absence of his respect. 

That’s NOT gonna work (offering him food), but thanks for your well-intentioned proposals. My book IS the answer, and nothing else. I think you need to realize that the creation of these tales is exactly BECAUSE the ideas you’ve suggested are ones I’ve already tried many times over, but got nowhere.

– Zeke

P.S.: The solution is therefore, to promote my tales and videos, because that IS the route I’m taking, after many years of not getting anywhere through gov’t channels. Yet I have NOT heard you say one word about sharing my works with others! Especially those you might know in gov’t, media or other venues of influence.

THE BOOK, THE BOOK, THE BOOK!

And the videos.

Since you are so MOVED by my tales, that’s an EXCELLENT sign that others will be, too. Right? So why try to get me to put my time and elbow grease into a strategy that is doomed for failure, instead of promoting my very MOVING stories and videos? You could easily tell friends/connections by email:

“Wow, this guy’s work is astounding…videos AND tales about very pressing matters, and are compellingly, breathlessly composed!”

Or do you not really believe I’m that good? To promote or not to promote: THAT is the question!


Subject: Little Miss Innocence Walks By
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 1, 2021 8:32 PM

Just a 29 second video. I step out of my hovel to encounter Dieter, and “Little Miss Innocence” Myrtle Haversak walks by. So tempting to strangle her; she has a petite skinny neck. But I’ll leave the Fates to sort things out, as I’m sure they have something especially ghastly in store for her and her punk son. And the building manager as well.


Re: Little Miss Innocence Walks By
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 1, 2021 9:28 PM

> Myrtle’s the skinny blonde wisp who darts by?

Of course. She’s the only person in the video besides Dieter. I can’t imagine what’s going on with those two, since things have been VERY quiet in their apartment lately. And I DON’T say hello to the building manager any more like I used to…I just walk right by him. Not that he’s ever said hello to me first, ever. Sick people.

I never phoned Deek back last night, nor today, nor has he shown up or called me at all. I’m totally disgusted with him. The dogs should not be with him…he’s a dangerous and scary fellow. This is The City of Ghouls. I need to get outta here, but not without the pups. I have no idea how to accomplish this.

Happy April Fool’s Day. There certainly are a lot of fools in San Franshitsco. And now Chuck, my friend from Philly, has come down with Covid-19…like we never saw this coming, eh?

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: Little Miss Innocence Walks By
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 1, 2021 10:50 PM

> Christ. I agree. You gotta get out. And not without the pups.

Something will come through for me…I just don’t know what, or how. Or maybe Brindlekin Tales will be my legacy, containing clues as to who murdered me. Right up there on WordPress.

> Yeah, I saw that exchange. Scary as hell. Going to the hospital is like going to the morgue.

He’s an idiot. All his macho bragging how he refuses to wear a mask. I kept warning him to not be foolish, this is a serious pandemic. Now THIS happens, SO PREDICTABLE. How many others have come down with it, thanks to him, before he fell ill? His friendship is nothing more than a lingering memory. He’ll probably get dizzy and faint in his car while driving, and I’ll never know what happened.

I think today’s thoughts and scenarios were designed to send a shiver down my readers’ spines, wondering if I’m gonna go on a berserk murder spree. A trail of blood from Myrtle to Adisa to the building manager to Deek, and then to an Uber driver where I whisk the pooches away with me to some unknown destination. Maybe somewhere in Mendocino County, as the latest criminal refugee dodging the law by living out in the deep, dark woods. Maybe I’ll camp for awhile in a tent in your backyard. Erwyn’ll love the brindlekin!

Very pulpy plot. More likely a PARODY on pulpy plots. Let’s see what ensues. 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!

Jeez, my readers GOTTA go through all the chapters now, to understand ANYthing that’s going on at this point! I can’t believe I’ve written so many wonderful tales…though I haven’t really, except as one who pens events as they unfold. With my OWN flights of fancy scattershot across the pages. Like this email. Is it time to change your pseudonym again, or do you prefer to remain as Wattson? I rather like that!

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: Little Miss Innocence Walks By
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 2, 2021 12:51 AM

> I like Wattson! Unless something better comes along!

You can never go wrong with a classic. You’re up late.


Subject: Here’s a video clip of your old neighbor, Dieter
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Charles Kapinski
Date: April 2, 2021 9:23 AM

I always have my “spyglasses” turned on once I exit my room, due to the horrid accusations against me by neighbors in 208 (mother and son) and the building manager. I call the bitch “Myrtle” in my tales. She and her punk son made a false allegation to the manager that one of the pups bit him and drew blood. That NEVER happened, as I am always with the dogs…and their dubious claim came IMMEDIATELY AFTER they received a copy of my complaint to Ablahblah Realty, that her son’s teenage friends were loitering in the hallway RIGHT OUTSIDE MY DOOR, being a disturbance with their loud pranks and “niggah” tough talk ALONG WITH refusing to wear a mask. It’s even in writing (their phony charge), in a printed letter the building manager mailed me, WITH HIS SIGNATURE. Nothing has come of it, of course, because they have NO proof, and the timing of their accusation is highly suspicious. This will be an EASY case in my favor for any attorney, once I can finally find one that actually responds to my email (a form on their page that you fill out then click “send”). But so far, no lawyer recommended to me by the SF Tenants Union has bothered to get in touch with me, and it’s been several months since I’ve started trying to get the ball rolling.

Furthermore, the ONLY reason they were loitering, is because Adisa’s mother, Myrtle, didn’t want them all to be in a small studio unit because of this highly contagious virus..so her answer was to risk exposure for EVERYONE ELSE in the building, by having them linger in the hallway WITHOUT WEARING MASKS! And, of course, I was more vulnerable to exposure, than ANYONE ELSE in the building!

These loiterers kept this up over several months, on and off, but averaged once a week. And was in ARRANGEMENT with the building manager. Whom I confronted several times about stopping this, but he just shrugged his shoulders: “They’re teenagers, what do you expect?” Right, as if it were perfectly fine to have strangers loitering in your hallway an hour or more, on a regular basis, and your own privacy is compromised, plus they expose everyone in the building to potentially catching the coronavirus…and I’M the most vulnerable, because they are almost RIGHT ON TOP OF ME!

Anyway, this was all covered in great detail in my Brindlekin Tales, particularly in THIS piece (chapter 4, book 2).

You can READ my letter to Ablahblah Realty at the top of that page. Perhaps you’ve already seen that chapter, but I have a hunch you haven’t…thus my explanation above. Who’s to say that the neighbor who recently died (in Maxie’s old room, isn’t that a hoot) did not contract the virus because of these loiterers? As well as one or more OTHER residents having come down with it, too.

Because of this horrific violation and harassment towards me, a longterm resident, I decided to purchase from Amazon, a pair of eyeglasses with a built-in camera. Which, happily, also gave me many excellent videos of the pups and outdoor scenes, particularly of their homeless “owner” who has no idea I’ve been video recording him, and uploading to Youtube.

So as it turned out recently, I stepped out and there was Dieter, slowly ascending the stairs with turtle-like speed. So I thought to share with you this 29-second recording, even though the more important point of this video is to have captured an image of “Myrtle” for future reference, if needed. I already have a recording of her stupid son hanging outside the building with two of his friends…all of them NOT wearing a mask! So here’s Dieter.

I will try to get a more interesting video featuring him, to send you.


Subject: I refuse anything BUT a happy ending!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 2, 2021 10:12 AM

I have only two chapters to go (working on the next-to-last one now, which includes this email). This is based on my low-level OCD that wants Book 3 to contain 17 chapters, since Book 1 contains 19, and Book 2, 18. Yet it doesn’t look at all like a happy ending is forthcoming any time soon, good physician. If such be the case by the time I’ve completed the 16th chapter, that last chapter will simply contain one sentence:

“Waiting for that happy ending.”

Or perhaps I’ll add a SECOND sentence:

“Why not check out my Gay Bible website while YOU’RE waiting, too?”

IOW, it will be an open-ended conclusion, just as was my previous book, “Free Me From This Bond.” Though, once the fortuitous outcome DOES occur, I will replace that sentence with a full reckoning.

I could, of course, break my self-imposed chapter-limit rule, and continue on, possibly giving birth to yet a FOURTH book. Or continue my Brindlekin Tales outSIDE of the trilogy. We’ll just have to wait and see, as these stories depend entirely on what actually occurs in real life. And who knows?

Maybe a sudden turnaround will occur at the last moment, and chapter 17 will indeed be a happy ending withOUT delay!

No word from Deek, and I’m not gonna bother to phone him. Until, that is, when Sunday comes around, to remind him to pick up his weekly $60 allowance. I’m sure he’ll spit and fume and deny me camaraderie with the pooches. I heard him holler somewhere on Noe Street (in the direction of 7/11), “Flaco! Flaco!” late last night. Voices carry easily in the wee hours, and in the cold. I poked my head out the window a few times, to see if he were heading towards my hovel, but no, that did NOT happen.

Those wonderful, sweet little doggies, may God protect them!


Subject: More on St. Roch
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 2, 2021 10:56 AM

From Wikipedia:

“Saint Roch or Rocco (lived c. 1348 – 15/16 August 1376/79 (traditionally c. 1295 – 16 August 1327) is a Catholic saint, a confessor whose death is commemorated on 16 August and 9 September in Italy; he is especially invoked against the plague…He is a patron saint of dogs, invalids, of falsely accused people, bachelors, and several other things… he would have perished had not a dog belonging to a nobleman named Gothard Palastrelli supplied him with bread and licked his wounds, healing them.”

So, besides the dog issue, I HAVE been falsely accused, and I AM a bachelor. Also the patron St. of plagues (think COVID-19), he certainly is the one for me to pray to for intercession!

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: More on St. Roch
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 2, 2021 12:13 PM

> Now, there’s a saint even I might pray to!

I know, right! It was never my intent to impose so much Catholic flow to my tales…yet that is where my muses took me. Some day we will understand better why this is so. For now, it is my conjecture that it is not so much an affirmation of Christianity, but an expression of Jungian archetypes most appropriate for a Christianized society. I certainly HOPE that any reader of these books will not hold any expectation of the maudlin trope that I will “discover Jesus” by the end of my tales.

I was awaiting your next missive, that I may add a further revelation to my previous email. So now, here it is:

Of course, after all I’ve been through since late October, and the incredible lessons and insights I’ve gained as a result: it makes PERFECT sense that a joyous outcome will occur right at the last moment, under the wire, a sudden twist in the final plot. But until then:

The box that Flaco loves to shelter in from time to time remains on the floor, and the two little harnesses still hang from the edge of my loft. They shall ALWAYS be a part of my hovel’s decor, so long as the pups remain asunder from my world. ‘Tis a horrible thought to imagine myself growing older with these dear items forever in place, till the day comes when I finally perish. But so it must be, if such a sad fate comes to pass. For I will never stop loving them.

– Zeke K-Holmes

P.S.: Did you see my latest Deek video yet? Less than 7 minutes. Very important to have documented…but a terrible heartbreak, so much so I can’t bring myself to watch it. I just uploaded it to Youtube and was done with it.


Re: More on St. Roch
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 2, 2021 2:37 PM

> Fuck, no.

Discover Jebus? Not on your life! Discover Artemis? I bet my whole Social Security payments and all my creative gifts on that!

> I know how you feel, and I’m not just mouthing platitudes. I really do know.

Much appreciated, Wattson. ‘Cause no one around here gives a flying fuck whether or not I exist…while a handful certainly WISH I were dead. They don’t know WHO they’re messing with, though. I shall still be here, long after THEY’RE dead and gone. It’s happened before, and it will happen again. If I can’t find any way to move the hell outta this evil burg, my own SPIRIT will repel the goons, and THEY’LL be catapulted away! And it has NOTHING to do with some silly plot to cease using underarm deodorant.

The dogs are fine, so is Deek…who is just playing his bodhisattva role to make me into a hero. But I HAVE to go through certain trials ANYway, in order to bring this about. For if I knew TOO WELL or TOO SOON, that little secret, then my mettle would have never been able to be tested! IOW:

I’m good.

> I did watch it. So, so sad to see the doggies looking back over their shoulders at you as he makes them run behind his garbage can.

Their sweet way of letting me know their love is always there for me, no matter what. INCREDIBLY caring creatures! But they also realize they have a duty to be there for Deek, in spite of a less-than-ideal situation. So: BRAVE, too!

– Zeke


Re: Did you see my latest Deek video yet?
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 2, 2021 7:49 PM

> I hated hearing him insult you.

He does that a lot, like every third visit. Unless he makes a big change in his attitude, it’s gonna be even worse, now that he thinks I fucked him over by getting him to apply for the stimulus after promising the gov’t won’t garnish it this time around. It was Lisa Harwood who swore to me up and down, that wouldn’t happen any more, so I took her word for it. Though I believe I DID check it out myself, and found a site that said, no, they won’t garnish it this time around.

Now, she’s advising me to contact politicians and the media, get the word out, blah blah blah. It’s all in my last two chapters, and the one I’m working on now. Anything BUT say: “Great, important writing, I’ll share it with others!” Which is what I REALLY need done…and I explained to her going though gov’t channels has NEVER worked for me, only backfired. And is the very REASON I’m creating these Brindlekin Tales…as they WILL have the desired impact, with MUCH quicker results. What is it with some people who say they love my writing, but never bother to let others know? It’s not like I’m composing some silly, romantic fluff novel, or a Reader’s-Digest-style doggy tale. This is POTENT stuff I’m broadcasting! I’ve bcc’d to you, two or three of my replies to Lisa, but I know you’re too busy to get around to EVERYthing I send you.

But whatever. I am totally CONFIDENT of my forthcoming success, so it’s more like I’m offering people like Ms. Harwood a wonderful opportunity to be a PART of nurturing this success. Anyway, back to Deek:

Besides him calling me a pervert for letting Flaco lick me on the face, he also said they stink, and weren’t like that when he dropped them off. Not true, I told him they DID smell a bit when you brought them here, and it’s your body odor from sleeping with them. Of course he denied that, accused me of lying. You saw how he feigned innocence, as if all he said was he didn’t want them licking me…unlike a few nights back when he cussed me out over that.

His hostility boils down to just one thing: jealousy over how much the pups love me. He even gets angry at me now and then, for not having him step inside any more…says everyone else has friends over, he sees them come and go from my building all the time. He doesn’t give a flying fuck if I catch the virus, doesn’t even realize the RISK I already take, by caring for the doggies! When the pandemic restrictions first took off, I told Deek no more visits, no more pups coming over, sorry. I was even afraid to touch them! But love won out: I just didn’t have the HEART to “ex” Flaco & Lucky out of my life for god knows HOW long this plague would last. It would be CRUEL to Deek, as well…who didn’t even believe the novel coronavirus was actually a thing. He now wears a mask slung below his chin, which is so he can enter stores. But he STILL refuses to place it over his nose and mouth otherwise, not even in my presence. As he departed that night, he said OLD people like me come down with it, not younger people. As if it’s perfectly alright for him to spread the virus wherever he pleases. Talk about pressing my buttons!

I can NOT reason with him in any way…he’ll shout me down unless I REALLY holler back to silence him. Which, sadly, then upsets the pooches: they lower their heads in a forlorn  manner. I’m sure he’ll claim I OWE him a full $1,400 for putting him through that.

Did you SEE that huge speaker he’s lugging around on a dolly? Ridiculous. He could’ve spent HALF as much for a decent speaker, so he could put some of that wasted money into the pups.

Okay, I’m done venting. Now for a refresher on my Bohisattva Premise:

That was March 31st, the last day of the month when I got whammied with Deek’s anger over child support’s taking his stimulus payment. The WORST thing that could’ve happened, DID happen. And he’ll milk it for all it’s worth, possibly, haranguing me with his every breath…trying to guilt-trip me as much as possible, to coughing up even MORE moolah. Which will NOT work. It never HAS worked.

Though as I said, signs point to a sudden alteration in my favor, some time in April…hopefully starting on day 1. Based on my prescient epiphany that it will occur before Flaco’s next estrus cycle. And that (remember) Deek is simply an actor, playing an antagonist’s role, that I answer his many horrific challenges to become the hero in these tales. Which are all SCRIPTED.

And since the last day of March, I haven’t been in contact with Deek…nor do I think I need bother. He is free to ring me up, whenever. I will therefore go by the assumption that the BS is over, and April will be that magic month, where Deek and all OTHER bodhisattva players will drop their masks of evil to show me their true aspects as angels. (This includes, then, my building manager and Myrtle and son, among others of less recent vintage.) TRUSTING that the pooches will be perfectly fine no matter what. WORRY is, after all, one of the demons I should NEVER allow to ruin my day. They’re expert at projecting all sorts of monstrous scenarios into one’s mind! Assuming I’m correct in my premise:

April will go down in history as “The Month of Miracles.”

– Zeke

P.S.: Also based on my premise, I believe I may very well be the MOST IMPORTANT PERSON ON THIS PLANET at this time. Everything, everyone else, is trivial by comparison. Do I have a fat ego, or what?


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.

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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!

https://www.encyclopedia.com/social-sciences/applied-and-social-sciences-magazines/health-security-all-americans

> 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:

https://www.shareofcost.com/state-assistance/share-of-cost-california.html

–quote:

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.

–end

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


Re: [MCN-Announce]- IS YOUR PHONE SCREWY?
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.

https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/technology/nobody-can-take-your-stimulus-check-away-from-you-right-not-quite-here-are-the-rules/ar-BB1az0jG

–quote:

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.

–end

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).


The Next Next Next Next Next Next Chapter

March 30, 2021

[BRINDLEKIN TALES – Book 3: Chapter 14]

Subject: This is FANTASTIC!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 29, 2021 11:31 AM

This morning I phoned Deek again, to let him know I have another three jacksons eager to warm his crotch. But again, just like last night, he didn’t pick up. In fact, this time around I was shunted directly to “leave a message” voicemail. What’s up with that? He must’ve changed the setting (or more likely, had someone do that for him), since previously it took six rings before activating voicemail. But obviously he STILL doesn’t check for missed calls. (Or does he, but doesn’t always bother to call back? The mystery rages on.)

Well, just twenty minutes ago he calls up to my window, says someone stole the leashes last night, and please watch the dogs, he’s gotta rush downtown to get something sorted…I’m not sure what about, as he spoke really fast, and I was half-listening…but I think it has to do with getting ID (finally) or something else equally important.

So I snatched up the bills and quickly exited without even bothering to don my bandanna..when, almost at the stairs, I heard him holler: “Ya got any cigarettes?” So I dashed BACK hovel, procured two cancer sticks and took an extra moment to secure that bandanna. I also thought I need to bring those two spare leashes I have lying around…but they’re packed away on my loft, and that would cause further delay (breaking out the ladder, climbing it, rummaging about, etc.). So I just said fuck it and hurried downstairs. I figured, since no one’s around, the pups will just scurry right to my room, for which reason I left the door ajar.

I opened the gate and he immediately asked if I have a ciggie before I even had a chance to hand them over. He said, “Oh!” when I did, and the pooches dashed inside in a paroxysm of joy. Hoping neither the building manager nor the evil mother-and-son duo in 208 would cross paths with the brindlekin, I turned my attention back to Deek, who blurted:

“That church guy who handles our mail said I’d get my stimulus on a debit card in two days!”

“Excellent,” I replied. “Make sure to tell me the PIN number, in case you forget it.”

I then withdrew the bills from my pocket: “Here’s another sixty.”

“Wow, THANKS, gotta go now!” and off he went.

I turned around to see nary a hair of either dog, though one of the elevator workers came walking down to the lobby.

“Cool!” I registered, “They didn’t even bark once! Guess they’re in my room by now.”

So I fled up the stairs where Lucky suddenly dashed back out to greet me halfway up…with Flaco right behind. As if it were THEIR home now, and they were so ecstatic to have me visit! I waved them back inside, where they scurried about in excited bursts, crimping up the tarps and thin rugs in the process, till I set myself upon the cot. Whence they stumbled all over me with waggy tails and many licks. I noticed their fur smells like 7/11 tacos, or something of that nature…egg rolls perhaps?

They are now totally crashed out in deep sleep, as I type this email. What a great latest visit with Deek, but I DO regret just one thing:

I forgot to don my spyglasses.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: This is FANTASTIC!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 29, 2021 12:36 PM

> Wonderful. They’re with you now?

Yep. Here they are, crashed out like logs:

Click here for a larger view.
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And here are two shots from several days ago, that I know you’ll adore:

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> Too bad about the spyglasses, but your “contemporaneous notes” more than make up for the lack!

No, it would’ve been a GROUNDBREAKING video! But I’m not upset, because as I said before: the Reptilians have me covered. They just informed me they copied a recording of it from my own brain, and it’s now in their “/zeke” archives. So I’m good. (Thank god I didn’t succumb to antipsychotic chemicals during any time I was seeing a shrink! All this would’ve been buried forever, and there’d BE no “Brindlekin Tales!”)

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: Waters of March
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Anna-Lee Horsington
Date: March 29, 2021 1:59 PM

> If you ever learn her name, please let me know.

Will do. Mayhaps though, YOU might discover who she is first, in which case I expect to be informed posthaste, or I shall weep a stream of tears and go floating down my own river, like Alice in Wonderland!

> That your prediction of an amazing and heart-lifting April be realized for all life on the planet.

When I pray, I set my expectations beyond the stratosphere! Why think small, if prayers really ARE answered?

______________________________________________________________

Subject: You will be ecstatic to hear that…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Lisa Harwood
Date: March 29, 2021 5:45 PM

…Deek has taken my advice and initiated on his own, getting his stimulus payment via our local church. He came by today, to tell me he’ll get it this Wednesday when they have mail call. He asked me to watch the pups while he rushes downtown to get some important errands done, including procuring San Francisco ID!

As for your suggestion I go through media channels re. Deek’s situation and the homeless in general:

As I said, it just backfires when I try that approach. My answer is to write tales so astounding, that people will flock to them and spread the word, without my EVER having to struggle with the publishing route, social media, and so on. And THAT’S what Brindlekin Tales is all about. And if you ever feel as excited about my stories as I am, let others know! But ONLY if it rings a bell of sheer joy in your heart.

I have had others say to me over the years how much they love my writing…yet not a single one of them has ever thought to share my outstanding work with others. Don’t know why that is, because they will obviously do SO much good for scads of people.

I feel sometimes like the Little Red Hen. :)


Re: Waters of March
From Zeke Krahlin
To: Anna-Lee Horsington
Date: March 29, 2021 6:22 PM

> Thanks for the tip, Zeke. I sent him a message!

I’m sure he’ll get back to you. Did you know he’s read a lot of my stories in the recent past, as well as had me call in? I’ve saved all those audio clips for posterity.

I took almost a year’s hiatus, before resuming…but after reading my new stories in two consecutive shows, he abruptly ceased. His plan was to read all my Brindlekin Tales, which numbered only five back then. (Now I’m up to 51, broken up into three books!) He’s never responded to any email I’ve sent, wondering what’s going on. Thus, the mystery remains unresolved. Though I’ll be forever grateful for the many works of mine he’s previously read, before Brindlekin was even a sparkle in my eye. (Which spark ignited last October FYI, and has been flaring like fireworks ever since.)

> Have a peaceful night!

Indeed I shall, if the night is as wonderful as my day is going…which I’m certain it will be. Thank you! April is just three days away. <3 <3 <3

– Zeke (gay activist and homeless advocate since before the dawn of Futurama)


Re: Waters of March
From Zeke Krahlin
To: Anna-Lee Horsington
Date: March 29, 2021 9:04 PM

> I am sorry, Zeke. The reasons behind actions remain mysterious sometimes.

Nothing to be sorry about…but thanks! Do you ever wonder what this or that person is doing, when walking along a street? I do, gazing up at the highrises, wondering what’s going on behind this or that window. So many DIFFERENT things happening that we don’t know about, or ever WILL know…it boggles the mind! I reach out to these strangers, invisible people behind metal, glass, concrete or wood! Wishing them well. But still, wondering what the F is going on. Then I stretch my mind to think of all the BILLIONS in this world, in their own universes, doing different things than anyone else on the planet! Speaking of “billions:”

1 Billion Beautiful People


Subject: You will be ecstatic to hear that…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Lisa Harwood
Date: March 29, 2021 9:21 PM

> I’m glad you did the search, Zeke. That was the solution that better fit . And I’m so glad for both of you “Deek” acted on your advice.

Every important civil rights and other issues are scattered throughout Brindlekin Tales…it’s all there, and all ideas therein shall become infused throughout the world’s consciousness. Had I been successful with my activist goals earlier, I would NOT have been skilled enough to find a way THROUGH all obstacles and tap into collective humanity.

This is just the beginning of Deek’s turnaround, as I PREDICTED in earlier chapters. OTHER predictions I have made in my tales, some which have alREADY come true, and some which have not YET, but will…and soon. Another prediction:

April will be an AMAZING month for him, as it will be for EVERYONE ELSE. Yet I do NOT really believe he needs any help, or is disturbed or disenfranchised in any way. Because MY conjecture is he’s one of my guardian angels playing a ROLE as vagrant, that I may become a hero. This amazing conclusion IS the heart of Brindlekin Tales. And also suggests there ARE no homeless, but bodhisattva spirits that ACT OUT that role for the sake of humanity, that we ALL have chances, over and over again, to finally discover the RIGHT path: the hero’s journey (as Carl Jung called it). IOW:

Living PROOF of the miraculous, as I document EVERYthing…then share with the world THROUGH these astounding tales. I am STILL with the pooches, fed them twice, took them out for a walk. Deek will show up when Deek shows up. He COMPLETELY trusts me with the dogs, and knows they couldn’t be in safer company. So if he wants to kick back for the night, riding his bicycle across the city or whatever else he enjoys that he can’t do WITH the pooches…he is freed up for a time, without ever worrying about his canine companions.

– Zeke


Subject: Deek was a Monster Tonight
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 29, 2021 11:07 PM

He returned with a HUGE speaker, about four feet tall and 50 lbs., asked if the elevator is working. I said no, and I wouldn’t take that inside anyway, this is too much. He than asked for a hundred dollars, so he could pay it off. I said that’s your problem, not mine…you spend your money foolishly. He went on about how he’s got an agent, he’s gonna be a big-time rapper soon, blah blah blah. But that ain’t the worst of it:

He talked about using a chunk of his stimulus for vet care, shots, etc. So I said, “And you’re not gonna get her pregnant, right?” Well, that set off the fireworks. He told me they’re HIS dogs, not mine, and he knows how to raise dogs, and he would like to have one litter from Flaco, then he’d stop. He even said she already gave birth to a litter, and the puppy mill guy who sold her to him said she’s good breeding stock.

He tried to drown me out by shouting, but I stood REAL close, told him to pipe down NOW, and LISTEN, this is VERY serious. I explained, as I have before, of the danger of getting her pregnant while on the streets, went through the whole litany. He remained obnoxious and ranted more BS, so then I made it VERY clear if he made her pregnant, you’d get no more money or other help from me. In fact, you’d probably get arrested for animal abuse, and they’ll take BOTH your dogs away, you’ll never see them again. (I didn’t say outright that I would be the one to turn him in, but yes, I certainly would.)

The poor pooches were looking REALLY sad for us arguing, so I bent down to let Flaco lick my face as I hugged her. Then he started to call me a pervert, where ELSE do I let them lick me when he’s not around? I told him you’ve insulted me like this before, and it’s disgusting of you to speak that way to me…you know better, Deek. I then told him about when Flaco was in heat while she was staying with me. Well, he put up a BIG stink, didn’t wanna hear about it at all. So then I very firmly demanded he SHUT UP AND LISTEN, this is extremely important!

I then described how I dealt with it: in a kind and patient manner. And they even wound up having safe sex. What I conveyed to him is to NOT even let Lucky mount her, because they got stuck for almost ten minutes, and they were howling. Flaco thought he was hurting her, and Lucky felt REALLY bad about it. I then explained to him how to kindly discourage this behavior in a way where they’d be quite happy without any real coitus. Deek made it VERY difficult for me to get through all this, but I made SURE he heard every word.

He threatened to never let the dogs visit me again, because I’m a pervert. Also said HE won’t come over ever again, that it’s SICK to let a dog lick me on the face. But he also kept accusing me of being sexual with them. It’s all I could do, Wattson, to keep from smacking him HARD to the curb!

I ALSO warned him that if he ever SERIOUSLY makes any move towards getting Flaco pregnant, God will strike him down, and take the dogs away for good. That Flaco is a darling, sweet puppy who should NEVER be put through pregnancy, because YOU don’t know what you’re doing, she could easily DIE, then Lucky would miss her and die of heartbreak too…and YOU’D come running to me in grief: “Zeke I’m sorry I’m sorry, you were right, I should have listened to you!”

He also did the “oh you got your stimulus, you’re just holding back with the money” schtick. So I told him he needs to STOP insulting me, and saying such awful things, NONE of it is true. I told him I’m NOT gonna charge his smartphone and battery pack, ’cause why SHOULD I do this for an ingrate? Well, he finally calmed down. I told him if he doesn’t PROMISE me, SWEAR on the Bible, that he WON’T get her pregnant, or LET her get pregnant by “accident,” there will be NO more money forthcoming. He promised SEVERAL times, began some half-assed apology. So I said okay, I’ll charge the devices, see you in a couple of hours to pick them up.

He ALSO declared, “I promised, okay, so at least you can give me more money for that!” I said DON’T put the dogs in the middle of this, or see them as your puppy mill cash cow! He said he kicks himself every day for letting Lucky get fixed, ’cause he could’ve gotten high value from the puppies, they’d be so cute. I told him that’s horrible, to see EITHER of these sweet doggies with dollar signs in your eyes. I said worse than that, and really raked him over the coals!

So I think he got the message. Putting the fear of god in him seems to have worked its magic. AND IT’S TRUE! Though what HE thinks is “god” is not what I think is “god.” To me, it’s “universal mind,” a force of ultimate consciousness that runs through EVERYTHING in the entire universe. And there is NO thing that exists, or ever existed or WILL exist that is outSIDE of that ultimate protection and benevolence! So, in this situation just described, Deek WILL be thrashed for trying to make her pregnant, once way or another, and he’ll sorely regret it. Flaco is PROTECTED by this force from getting inseminated. And BOTH pups will be removed from his world, should he actually take the first step in that direction. And, somehow, some way, they will be brought to me as the RIGHTFUL owner.

But I think this is all nothing more than his bodhisattva drama, so I’m not gonna let it ruin my evening. I’m GLAD I brought up the pregnancy issue NOW, rather than let it eat me away inside. He DID say he’s not even gonna expect that $700 from me, since he’s getting #1,400 of his own, soon. We’ll see about THAT, if he keeps his word! And if he really DOES use some of that windfall to take the mutts to the SPCA. He said they’ll charge him more than twice as much, if he’s not willing to have Flaco spayed. Well, the one thing I neglected to tell him, is that two our of three females die of cancer by 10 years of age, if they haven’t been fixed. THAT might give him good cause to change his mind.

JEEZ! Well, April is upon us…a new day will come just moments from now, and all this crap will be in the past. FINALLY. I even told Deek I have him figured out, that he’s NOT homeless, or even needs any money, that he’s one of my guardian angels who ACTS difficult, so I can be challenged to figure out a compassionate way to rise above whatever he hurls at me. He mocked me up, down, left and right,…but MY response to THAT was simply: you’re ALSO a damned good actor.

He finally departed, thank god, with two pretty morose doggos in tow…who really wanted to stay with me. They looked VERY ashamed of his behavior. They are not just ANY dogs, but GOD’S dogs. For they are LOVE.

– Zeke K-Holmes

P.S: I firmly believe that Deek, as a spiritual guardian, is awfully PROUD of how I stood up to him. But enough is enough! Still a shame he behaved like this, as the day was otherwise wonderful, ending with a nice walk with the pups before his return. Though there WAS this disruption, which may have been a sign of FURTHER mayhem later on that night:


Re: You will be ecstatic to hear that…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Lisa Harwood
Date: March 30, 2021 12:40 AM

> Flacco may be pregnant. . . I think that is the reason she gobbled up the food you put in her dish, then immediately tried to finish off Lucky’s. She is usually content with her portion. It is unique for puppies to be born at home these days. You’ll make a great papa. . . .

Nah, that’s not the case at all. She ALWAYS goes to Lucky’s dish after she’s done with hers. They are USED to sharing the same bowl, as that’s how Deek feeds them. Lucky is a good brother, and allows her to eat the rest of his meal, if she goes for it. He just steps away. They NEVER fight over anything, including food. Furthermore:

NOT FUNNY. It would be a DISASTER if she got pregnant while out on the streets. It’s not like I have the money or facilities to care for the pups…and Deek’s situation is even worse. She would most likely DIE because she’d have no secure, safe place to give birth and raise them…and HE DOESN’T KNOW HOW TO TAKE CARE OF THEM! The very IDEA of getting your dog pregnant while on the streets is horrific.

I JUST had to argue with Deek tonight, against getting her pregnant, and finally got him to PROMISE not to do that…and now I get YOUR letter of “congratulations!”

If Deek went ahead and got her pregnant, I’d report him to animal control for abuse, and have them taken away from him. He could NOT care for either her or the pups out there in the streets, thus the ONLY way to save her life is to have them removed and put up for adoption. Hopefully, I’D be the one to adopt them. He could go to JAIL for trying to start a puppy mill on the streets…and well he should, if he tries to go through with it. I only hope that, one way or another, the pups would not be lost to ME, as well.

Anyway, the upcoming chapter describes further, our argument tonight…one which we HAVE had before. Though I think he just likes to press my buttons. Nonetheless, I MUST go by what he says, because the pooches’ well-being comes first.

I’m surprised you did not THINK about the implications of Flaco becoming pregnant under Deek’s, and my, living conditions! I couldn’t POSSIBLY have a litter of pups for many weeks in my single room. Besides a likely eviction, I do NOT have the finances or proper setting for that.

– Zeke


Re: Waters of March
From Zeke Krahlin
To: Anna-Lee Horsington
Date: March 30, 2021 9:58 AM

> Were that they are false reports of war, Zeke. The militarization of vast portions of the world are evident when you are on site in many countries.

Evident to our base senses, yes. I explain THOROUGHLY in various essays, how this illusion can work, regardless. Being WITNESS to them is STILL not proof they actually occurred, or presently occur. However, YOU are not even a witness to such horrid events, nor I…it is, after all, secondhand from our perspective…including from what other people say, who claim to have been there. To ASSUME what you read, see or hear in the news, books, anecdotes, etc. is wherein the weak link presents itself. However, most people find it impossible to wrap their heads around my theory, because they are so indoctrinated by habit of cultural imposition. For example:

When I told a friend years ago, that we are EACH the center of the universe, because everything happens around each of us, he reacted in a kneejerk manner and refused to listen to any further extrapolation I could give. IOW: he couldn’t wrap his head around it, for that good ol’ psychological wall leapt up to block the concept ENTIRELY from his ability to think it through. Kind of like when people used to believe that the sun revolved around the earth. That “1 billion beautiful people” essay is simply a cursory glance at my premise. For something with more depth to it, read THIS piece.

In fact, that is the ORIGINAL essay on this idea, which I initially called “NeoChristianity,” but eventually changed to “NeoPositivity.” Lately, though, I’ve come up with a THIRD title: “The Bodhisattva Premise.” It is a fun, thought-provoking read, whether or not you agree with my perspective.

> I suppose our minds could be manipulated by these reptilian creatures, and we also have reptilian responses in our existing brains.

I do not mean “reptilian” in that stereotypical sense at all! I mean more like, a civilization on another planet that evolved directly from dinosaur-like reptiles, rather than from ape-like mammals. But my concept is NOT without much humor and punning away at it. For my Reptilians DO have an INCREDIBLE taste for the hilarious. As exemplified in this short piece called “Learning to Love Lizards:”

> The singer may be Anya Marina.

YES! That’s her! THANK YOU! I’ve now added it to my collection of favorite songs.

> Mitchell responded with a couple of names and she sounds closest to the version you posted!

Well, he certainly came through for you. April is now just TWO days away!

– Zeke


Re: Waters of March
From Zeke Krahlin
To: Anna-Lee Horsington
Date: March 30, 2021 10:38 AM

> Given everything you say, we can readily enjoy each moment to the fullest. Thank you, Zeke.

My Bodhisattva Premise is the ONLY theory that makes such complete sense in the universe of a LOVING god. It is NOT that mine is a truly ORIGINAL thought, but that I have interpreted in modern terms and insight from the words of wise and extraordinarily benevolent avatars who preceded me. Furthermore, I refuse to feign false humility by trivializing or degrading this astounding GIFT of “me” to the world! Though I certainly DO often paint myself in a humorous light, partly in order to keep my own ego in check…but more so to put joy in other people’s hearts. And give them a copy of this key that will get them through the Final Door, that I have entered first. Though it’s probably a magnetic or chip card, instead of your standard, old-school “key” because this is TODAY, not yesterday. :P

> Through the powers of synchronicity, Anya Marina is the daughter of my psychology mentor. We are all connected in one way or another.

Oh fer cripes sake. That IS remarkable! And, I guess, Universal Mind’s clever way of acknowledging the veracity of my claims.

> Anna-Lee Horsington, LMFT

Lucky means fine tobacco?

– Zeke

P.S: I will of course say “you’re welcome” in return for your thanks. But ONLY with the stipulation that I acknowledge everyone else’s inspiring role upon this stage we call “All the World,” that shaped me into what I am today: a raving but harmless lunatic!


Re: Deek was a Monster Tonight
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 30, 2021 12:10 PM

> What a nightmare. You have a much better attitude toward this abusive bullshit than I would.

I strongly disagree, Wattson. For you have the SAME integrity and sense of compassion and personal responsibility I do! Were you in an identical situation where a couple of sweet doggies are in the middle of such a complex Gordian Knot, I’m sure you WOULD dredge up the inner resources necessary to pull off a victory that benefits all parties involved.

BODHISATTVA TIPS & TRICKS

Now, according to my Bodhisattva Premise (or the gameboard theory I call “Battle of the Bodhisattvas”), there are always CLUES in a conflict to indicate things are not what they SEEM to be, on the surface. That is: there will always be HINTS to show you the best path forward. And here they are, as regards last night’s argument with Deek:

1. I didn’t mention this in my last missive, but when he questioned why I was so concerned about the pregnancy issue, he added: “After all, if you have faith that God protects Flaco, why be upset no matter WHAT I say?” That, of course, flew right over my head in the heat of the moment. But now, in retrospect, I realize he made a MOST important point. Though at first I thought he was just being a wise-ass.

2. He obviously KNEW all along, that such a ginormous audio speaker would grate on my nerves no end, and I would NOT lug it up the stairs and into my hovel. Ergo, he intentionally brought it TO me, for just that purpose. Not so much to test my mettle, but because we are only days away from a profound transformation in my world, that one or more additional, irksome digs would complete this exacerbating initiation before my passage into that new reality. Like just moments before your friends pull a surprise birthday party on you, making the surprise that much sweeter when it finally occurs.

3. His request for an additional $100 after my fronting him $60 earlier that same day, was too absurd a request to be anything OTHER than a setup. For even DEEK has never done that before, because he already KNOWS how absurd that is! Just as absurd as his dragging that oversized speaker to my building.

4. He brought up a passel of OTHER crude remarks previously used to work my nerves, one right after another, like a ricochet of bullets. Including threats I’d never see him or the pups again…for he KNOWS very well, they are my softest spot, thus more likely to cave in to his vulgar demands. Which I did NOT, in spite of the hurt that would cause me. Thus, my heroic nature is both fulfilled and witnessed.

5. The fact that, earlier that same day he informed me about getting things arranged regarding the stimulus check, and accomplishing it quickly (and by doing so per my advice), shows me he really DOES listen to, and respect, this irked pilgrim. Such that, he was preparing me for the harsh blow to come my way some hours later…that I may NOT be so terribly struck down.

6. When he returned a final time last night (to pick up his freshly charged devices), I pointed up at the glowing, round moon and said: “Look at that, isn’t it lovely?” To which he replied: “What’s THAT supposed to mean?” Just another dig in my ribs to finalize the initiation! I did not take the bait. He was otherwise NOT an aggravation that time around, and DID say thank you before departing back across the street where those darling brindlekin patiently awaited his return. Leashed to his typically overloaded shopping cart filled with useless junk…not even so much as a blanket to comfort them overnight! In sum:

This is all too much like a movie or stage script composed by a superb playwright…every crisis packed together one after another, and VERY brief periods between each series of conflicts, like short intermissions between. It was all a setup to press my buttons, that I find some way to rise above this latest crisis. Just like all PREVIOUS times he’s plucked my strings. Or, more likely, my bodhisattvas gain great pleasure watching me grow righteous, strut my stuff, and discover a compassionate resolution. I only regret that the dogs had to hear me yell, and that Deek sabotaged even my attempt to give them solace. Though THAT, too, was part of the game (or “script,” if you will).

Thank God April is but two days away!

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: You are now in my book, as Anna-Lee Horsington
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Anna-Lee Horsington
Date: March 30, 2021 1:11 PM

Your emails deserve recognition in my Brindlekin Tales. Just search for “horsington” and you’ll find your excellent contributions, which all appear in my latest chapter. “Horsington,” BTW is a REAL surname, as I learned by my wonderful-but-brief affair with a dapper fellow by that particular, and unique, cognomen.

I want to mention here, about Carl Jung. While it is popular these days to trivialize and demote his (what I believe still are) astounding INSIGHTS shared with the world. His theory of archetypes was KEY to bringing me to psycholgical sanity, emotional balance and a highly creative perception of life. Essentially, HE SAVED MY SOUL!

For which reason I believe he is GROSSLY underestimated, and too quickly swept into the dustbin of history. He is the FATHER of compassionate therapy, who brought respect to every one of his patients. I therefore believe it would greatly behoove humanity, to resurrect his theories and speculations, as I believe they will immensely improve the lot of every person’s life. His works have been a tremendous inspiration for my OWN tales and essays…which you can readily discern by the archetypal and iconic-hero themes of my works. But the BEST way to benefit from Jung’s teachings, is by watching the lectures by his greatest disciple, Joseph Campbell. You can find MANY of them on Youtube. Plus of course on numerous web sites by a simple search of his name. 

– Zeke

P.S.: I bet you are a SUPERB marriage and family counselor! Not many are.


Re: Deek was a Monster Tonight ADDENDUM
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 30, 2021 1:53 PM

7. When I told him “I have you figured out,” that he’s one of my guardian angels who INTENTIONALLY creates one conflict after another, that I may learn how to resolve difficulties as compassionately and quickly as possible…and get better at it, each time. In that way, he’s an ACTOR and really is NOT homeless, has a roof over his head and does NOT lack for money. His reaction? A subtle grin emerged on his lips, but nothing else. HE DID NOT DENY IT!

Well, that completes my list of hints for this round. Guess what, doctor, Deek just called me up, asked if I got the stimulus yet, because he won’t get his until tomorrow, IF it arrives at all. I told him no, my check did NOT come in yet, and I already explained WHY. So I explained again, because he said he doesn’t remember…about the payment delay for the elderly on Social Security. He then said okay, but can you advance me a “hunner dollah,” he’ll pay it back. I said of course not, but have a really nice day, I mean it. He chuckled and said, “Ohhhh, okay, thanks!” and hung up.

Grrrrr! Just more initiation BS. God forbid he should ever phone me over something OTHER than money issues. All this means is he’s now able to harass me MORE frequently than ever. I just MIGHT turn off the ringer. Maybe he’ll lose or sell that phone. He just uses it to listen to rap, watch tons of porn, and fuck with me. He could do the first thing easily on any old phone he picks up withOUT paying for cell service. Which is how it’s been for YEARS, until recently. If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: The goal is to piss me off so much…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 30, 2021 2:40 PM

…that I’ll be yearning like a bitch in heat for this new reality, and my new self, to manifest! Otherwise, were I not so desperate, it may come as too much of a SHOCK to my ego, and thus I’d fall apart into a blubbering mass of adipose. Deek’s additional prodding is meant to trigger me to the ultimate level of being pissed. And it worked. Ergo:

I am now PO’d like a monkey watching every other monkey chowing down on a banana, and they won’t even give me ONE, or let me find one for myself. I am READY.

LET THE NEW AGE, THE NEW ME, BEGIN! (Along with the next chapter.)

– Zeke K-Holmes


The Next Next Next Next Chapter

March 27, 2021

[BRINDLEKIN TALES – Book 3: Chapter 12]

Subject: IT WILL HAPPEN BEFORE FLACO’S NEXT ESTRUS!!!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
March 25, 2021 10:06 PM

That is the thought-message I got today, an hour or so ago. Referring here to exactly WHEN my Brindlekin Tales will take off and explode across the world. This makes a lot of sense, because it seems unjust at this point to torment me with the idea of yet aNOTHER looming tragedy that will put me between a rock and a hard place aGAIN, with much agony in the mix. Considering all the horrors I’ve ALREADY been through.

And that is what I said in an earlier missive, that SOMEthing must happen to thwart ANY possibility of Deek getting Flaco pregnant. Ergo:

My sudden rise to seemingly impossible success on such a phenomenal level, is just what the doctor ordered to put an abrupt HALT on Deek’s plan to use Flaco so carelessly, like a puppy mill money machine, instead of the darling, sweet brindlekin she is. I would be instantly empowered to rescue BOTH pooches from his clutch…as I’d have COUNTLESS people on my side, some of whom will be both loyal bodyguards AND followers of my every command. Deek will be treated with compassion, regardless, and made to understand WHY such a drastic move was necessary. FOR IT IS NOT JUST THE DOGGIE’S LIVES I’M SAVING, IT’S HIS LIFE AS WELL!

But that is solely on the assumption that he knows not what he does, that he is blinded by a false sense of importance and dark notions beyond his scope of comprehension. THAT action, then, will be a last resort, but if resort it must be, my henchmen WILL be prepared to carry it out posthaste.

Though it is more likely a bodhisattva scheme where Deek plays a rather disturbed human being, that I may step in to become the hero. IOW: IT’S ALL AN ACT PLAYED OUT TO PERFECTION, WHEREBY NEITHER DOG COMES TO HARM, INCLUDING PREGNANCY. In which case, Deek will assure me very soon, with all his heart, I need not worry that such a monstrous tragedy would come to pass…for he will NEVER allow her to be “with pup.” And he’ll do so without my ever having to bring it up..

So, since little doggies go into heat three or four times a year, Flaco should enter that cycle again some time between late April and late May. Therefore, Brindlekin World Renown should skyrocket starting in one of those two months, depending on, and just ahead of, Flaco’s next estrus.

What say you, Wattson? Should I perhaps consult with Our Sterling Advisor On All Things Prescient: NuSctoland Yard’s very own Chief Inspector Extraordinaire Pterry Pterodactyl? BTW, where IS the old bird these days…I haven’t seen her since she laid another clutch of pterrykins, and that was almost four months back! So unlike the feathered gumshoe!

And please, good doctor, not another “probably busy HATCHing another plot” riposte out of your mustachioed crumpet hole, or I’ll tunnel all the way to Cathay in seconds flat, just to distance myself!

Yours in jest and good faith,

Ezekiel J. Krahlin-Holmes, Esq.


Subject: This is pic 3…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
March 26, 2021 1:14 AM

…out of the four shots I took back in October of 2019.

Click here for a larger view.

Notice the sparse color palette again, which I think makes for a more interesting image. Deek’s bright orange windbreaker beside the purple-red velvet bathrobe upon which Lucky rests…two bold colors splashed across the canvas dominate the surrounding hues of black and gray. The contrasting textures between windbreaker and bathrobe are also striking.

The curve of Deek’s arm melding into the curve of Lucky’s body form together a central “S”…like Deek’s yin to Lucky’s yang. Very nice.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: [MCN-Announce]- poem
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Announce MCN
Date: March 26, 2021 12:46 PM

On Fri, 19 Mar 2021 15:12:00 -0700 (PDT) Judas Sakoschitz poetically bloviated:

> JESUS THE NAZARENE, KING OF THE JEWS

Yes, we must hold onto the archaic notion of a “king” to lead us by the nose with all our might…like bulls being lead to the arena for gladiatorial slaughter. Ain’t religion grand!

> How can He solve the problem of Himself?

The bigger question is:

How can we solve the problem of you being such a hokey poet yourself, spewing crappy verse after crappy verse like churning out cheap plastic gewgaws from a Chinese factory, for all the world to scarf up and toss into the trash a day or two later?

> Hanging at Golgotha like a common thief?

Right. It’s perfectly fine to literally CRUCIFY a thief, with all that entails of driving spikes through them, and letting them bleed to death in exquisite, slow agony. Even if all they stole was a candy bar, a few dollars or some clothes. By your own sickening proseletyzing, you preach the OPPOSITE of what Jesus taught, who preferred to HANG OUT with “common thieves,” than spend any time with affluent hypocrites like you!

> How does He free Himself?

The bigger question is:

How do we listers free ourselves from your sanctimonious, wooden lyrics that make Laugh-In poet Henry Gibson look like a Pullitzer Prize winner a hundred times over?

> How is He not condemned, condemned?

The bigger question is:

How are YOU not condemned for your hideous stanzas?

> Vibrating in agony,

Vibrating? You mean like some of those beds in cheap motels where you pay a quarter for a mattress massage? (Maybe it’s a dollar these days, it’s been over 40 years for me.) Or those electric chairs built to execute criminals? News flash: they didn’t HAVE electricity back then! Regardless, “vibrating in agony” is an incredibly skanky figure of speech in this context!

> obedient in death,
> He looks up towards His Father,
> As the Beast lowers Itself into the void.

No doubt you MADE a pact with this so-called “Beast” to become a famous poet. Guess what, dude…you’ve been HAD, big time! His trick is to DELUDE you into believing your verses are “magnifique!” But only to yourself, as no one ELSE sees ’em that way, and for good reason. Why, he’ll probably set up a SQUADRON of demons to post you emails to FURTHER enhance the delusion, praising your almighty lyrics to the stratosphere and beyond! In fact, I would NOT be surprised at all, if they magically show up on this announcement list to do just that. Stay tuned!


Who were The Three Stooges?

Re: Check yr FB messages STOP THE PRESSES!!!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 26, 2021 2:12 PM

> Who knows? He may have been a prick in other areas of his life (don’t know), but if he loved and helped dogs the way he did, I give him major points…truly, dogs are little Jesuses: they’re the ones who actually die for our sins.

Dogs are probably the MOST important creatures to humans, in the spiritual scheme of things…otherwise, Brindlekin Tales would have never come to life.

STOP THE PRESSES!!!

I just visited with Deek again, across the street…recorded it all, which I will upload later today. However, in going through the results, I was stunned to discover something that I SHOULD have noticed while I was there! It’s what it says on his spare cart (a small rectangular sign with one word on it), and what’s IN the cart itself! If this ain’t a HINT of his bodhisattva nature (and a very strong hint at that), and my speculation that indeed he IS such a being, then I’ll eat my Queerstalker cap! See for yourself; tell me what you think:

Click here for a larger view.

And I’m now ABSOLUTELY SURE he knows I’m filming everything. The video itself, our conversation, is quite funny, BTW.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: Check yr FB messages HOLD THE PRESSES!!!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 26, 2021 3:34 PM

> Good heavens. It’s Caspar himself, is it not?

Ha-ha. I think it simply represents a spirit, a ghost, probably an angel, because “Angel” is on the cart’s label. DEEK IS INDEED CREATING TALES FOR ME! And this most recent clue is so potent, as to indicate I’m at the home stretch, and when I bust through that ribbon at the end of the marathon, all Brindlekin hell will break loose! JUST AS I SURMISED ALL ALONG!

Two more observations about this latest visit:

A houseless person strolled up (don’t know his name), pet the dogs and talked nicely to them, while I was present. So much for Deek’s gossiping to others on the street about how I “stole” his pups! For if he did, and they now see us getting along so well (especially my bringing Flaco & Lucky home with me under his approving gaze), their eyes are now open. But I don’t think that’s the case at all. I COULD blame it on the Bossa Nova, but if I do, it’s bodhisattvas that dance! Here’s the Annette Funicello version (the perfect cure for anyone’s insomnia). And here’s a pic of him departing, angel in tow:

Click here for a larger view.

Notice that the angel (or ghost) is tightly bound in black…so something ELSE is going on there. Maybe an S&M reference? Which is NOT my thing, but it IS funny, for how the HECK does someone strap down a ghost when they can walk through walls? But as for an angel…that just might be a Pegasus of a different color!

Well, the video is now online. It’s only 9 minutes, and well worth the gander, Wattson!


Re: poem
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 26, 2021 4:58 PM

> You’re so MEAN! (Hee, hee)

It’s now in my upcoming chapter as well! I renamed him Judas Sakoschitz. Imagine his shock somewhen down the line, when he learns of its publication in Brindlekin Tales. Not to mention all those OTHER MCN creeps I’ve featured in TWO chapters. You heard me right: TWO. Those would be Chapter 14: “Checkmate, Mr. Kuzlowski” in Book 1, and Chapter 6: “zEEK’S PUPPY GRIFT” in Book 2. I just MIGHT include another such chapter in Book 3…depending on how things roll for the rest of my tales.

I AM THE CAPTAIN OF MY OWN SHIPWRECK!

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: Can you send to me my last email to you?
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Carlyle Lambourne
Date: March 26, 2021 6:35 PM

Excellent, thank you! I’ve just spliced it in to chapter 9 (book 3), which is already published to my blog. You’ll be glad to know that my relationship with Deek has vastly improved, and things should be running on an even keel from today forward. Great news for the pups, I should say. This will be laid out in the upcoming chapter, which will be #12 of book 3. This is all JUST AS I PREDICTED in previous chapters. Things are now moving VERY FAST, and mostly in my favor. I can barely keep up with my writing and video creation, even though all I’m doing is recording what’s happening in my life these days. Which is extraordinary, to say the least.

The Bodhisattva Revelations are coming in thick and furious, and the Saurian Sorcerers’ soaring flying saucers are on the “march” towards planet earth, which is good because it’s almost April. Next month should be a doozy for the world as we know it. And I, for one, welcome our new Reptilian Overlords! Let the dinosaurs rule once more…they did a GREAT job last time around: look how long they lasted! More good news:

Their Green Beret Special Velociraptor Forces shall avenge all LGBTs like a boss!

– Ezekiel


Re: [MCN-Announce]- CHRISTIAN or POLITICIAN
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Announce MCN
Date: March 26, 2021 9:07 PM

On 2021-03-27 02:40, Xian Pantywaist wrote:

> Zeke, I have read some and parts of many of your posts on our local listserve. You are a smart man and I believe you are reaching out to the world through the internet for the truth. So, I respond, just once to your reaching out.

Here it comes: more Christian dogma being proselytized from the announce list, only THIS time directly TO me via private email! Just goes to show how deluded they are. Yes, I am a smart man, and definitely smarter than you! FYI, I am NOT “reaching out for the truth,” as I alREADY know the truth, and Jebus ain’t part of it. Why on earth would you think someone would join a rinky-dink, small town mailing list to find the truth? That’s like sitting around the cracker barrel, hoping all the answers to life will be found therein!

Oh, I get it, you don’t believe that at all…you just came up with some sort of opening parry before dumping your ancient Roman paganism doo-doo on my lawn. ‘Cause that’s all “christianity” is: a cobbling together of EARLIER belief systems that were equally untrue, by the Roman Empire to assuage its massive populace and better control them!

> Jesus did come to live among men, on the earth. He is the son of God, born of the virgin Mary, by the Holy Spirit. (That is what faith is) He did come to earth, as a man, to show us God’s love for us and live a perfect life and then take on all the sins of man, die as a sacrifice for all who would believe in Him, that our sins would be forgiven and we would receive eternal life. “For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him, should not perish but have everlasting life. For God did not send His Son into the world to condemn the world, but that the world through Him might be saved.” John 3: 16-17.

Yadda yadda yadda. You Jebus freaks are all alike: sanctimonious and full of BS. If you read the bible for yourself, you’ll learn that Our Most Benevolent Creator is actually a FEATHERED DINOSAUR…with wings. From Psalm 91:4:

“He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge.”

By that description, you might ask yourself: “Is he some kind of super-large BIRD?”

No, just think about it. Some dinosaurs had feathers, too…and wings for soaring. At least, some of their closer relatives on the Tree of Life did, like pteranodons…and some of them were HUGE. Ergo:

GOD IS A GINORMOUS, WINGED AND FEATHERED DINOSAUR! A FLUFFY SERPENT, LIKE THE AZTEC “QUETZALCOATL!”

All his angels are ALSO dinosaurs, of one sort or another, whose home base is a distant star cluster circling around the dog star Sirius. They traversed the universe over billions upon billions of years, planting seeds of life on one planet here, one planet there, and so on. And they will soon return to OUR planet, to establish an intergalactic base, through which they will clean up this mess we are living in, and transform earth into a utopia for dogs! And any human being who truly loves them. Need I say this will leave many people out of the Kingdom of Canine Paradise? IOW:

GOD IS GOING TO JUDGE MAN BY ONE MEASURE ALONE…AND THAT IS HOW WE TREAT OUR LOVELY CANINE SPECIES. Not very well I’d say, for the most part. THEY STILL FUKKIN EAT DOGS IN PARTS OF ASIA AND AFRICA!

Dogs are the only species that would lay down their lives for mankind, and they do that over and over and over again, for one person or another somewhere on this planet, EACH AND EVERY DAY. IOW:

DOGS ARE LITTLE JESUSES!

And that is a BIG part of what my brindlekin tales are all about! Beautiful stories within stories, all of which reveal the divine nature of Canis familiaris, and their role in the universal scheme of things. And WITH the abundant profits I shall soon receive from my tales, I will open the world’s First Church of Pooch, with dog biscuits instead of communion wafers! But that’s just for starters, as I will achieve SO much more over the next five years. All of which plans have been written down in My Sacred Brindlekin Text.

> Jesus wasn’t a Christian, He was Jesus, the Christ and we who believe that He was and is and is to come are the Christians (little Christs) as imperfect as our lives are we are hoping to live a life that points to Him.

What a ridiculously simplistic mindset you live by! There IS still hope, however, just adopt a dog or two, and treat them with nothing but kindness, love and respect. For theirs is the way, the light and the truth…as writ by St. Fido’s Revelations of the End Days.

> I would have lost hope unless I believed I would see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living. Psalm 27:13

You would’ve lost hope because you were already BRAINWASHED to believe that Christianity is THE way, the ONLY way, and no other. You are NOT yourself, you are SOMEONE ELSE living in your shell of a body…who is the creation of madmen, preachers who spew out this Jebus drivel day in, day out, and 24/7. Thus, only those who learn to THINK FOR THEMSELVES could ever HOPE to be released from this tar baby of insanity and lies.

It is far better to think for yourself, and just BE yourself, rather than glom onto a phony and DANGEROUS belief system, as so many others have…and which threatens to destroy this planet, as a result. But for the merciful intervention by the Saurians of Sirius, that horrid outcome would certainly come to pass! WHEN will they arrive, you might ask?

SOME TIME IN APRIL THIS YEAR, I GIVE YOU MY WORD! AND THAT’S VERY, VERY CLOSE FROM NOW!

All is revealed in my Brindlekin Tales (see sig below), but at this point you won’t have the TIME to catch up before they land with their dog-faced star ships! The best solution for YOUR simple-minded kind is to adopt a pup or two, and just try to figure out how to be yourself, as this clever painting advises:

Click here for a larger view.

Re: [MCN-Announce]- Deek’s Silly Rants (1 of 2)
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Announce MCN
Date: March 26, 2021 9:32 PM

On 2021-03-27 02:46, Lisa Harwood wrote:

> Zeke: I read an item in the S.F. Chron last week indicating the IRS has set up (or will be setting up) an office in every major city to service folks who live on the street and have little if any ID, so that they too have access to the stimulus money by way of debit cards made out in their name.

Any money from the stimulus check is immediately routed back to the gov’t of Louisiana for his child support payments. I registered him with the IRS for the first stimulus check, filled out all the forms online, etc. A church nearby allows the homeless to use their address for such things. So, after applying for his money, we got a letter around four months later from Louisiana, stating it’s all been passed on to his ex. That’s how we found out about that surprise twist.

> On TV this evening there was a report that most seniors who receive a monthly SS deposit have NOT received their stimulus money because of a deliberate slowdown on the part of the Trump left-over running the Bureau of Social Security.

Oh, I see. I’m sure Deek WON’T be glad to hear THAT little factoid!

> Before you hand over half your check, hopefully you can find out how Deek can get a full one of his own.

I don’t mind at all giving him half my stimulus…I have no NEED for all that moolah! If it were not given to him, I’d be donating it to one charity or another. So it’s all good, and thanks for your kind concern, Lisa!

> Nice video.

Thanks! I had fun filming the scene. Did you catch the word “Angel” on his little cart that contained a rag doll all in white, and bound in black straps? I don’t know what’s up with that, but I find it amusing as well as mysterious.

> To freshen the conversation between the two of you, I suggest you ask Deek when and where and by whom he is next going to get his hair braided. Make sure you let him know one of your viewers commented how good he looks in braids so he hears something nice about himself.

Ha-ha! I don’t dare pay him that compliment, as he doesn’t realize he’s being filmed. My video camera is built into a pair of glasses.

– Zeke

P.S.: Deek needs to get all past debts and obligations straightened out, and I am confident he will do just that, in a little more time as his life improves…which it is.


Re: [MCN-Announce]- Deek’s Silly Rants (1 of 2)
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Lisa Harwood
Date: March 27, 2021 2:11 PM

> Wow! I didn’t know those video cameras existed and were so inexpensive. You mean you never use your cell phone, even in the video you take in your room?

Yep, the images and videos are very good quality. I did NOT use my smartphone for any of those videos.

> It’s possible the Angel bumper sticker is left-over from a previous borrower of the shopping cart.

You need to read the Brindlekin Tales to get a better understanding of my relationship with Deek, and the underlying spiritual implications. They’re just astounding. Deek is VERY PARTICULAR about things he carries around, and any words that may be on them. If the word “angel” were already there, I’m sure that charmed him. Same thing if he FOUND a tag with that word on it…he would’ve placed it somewhere prominent. One way or another, he obviously wants to project it to the world.

> though in one of the recent video verite’s he asks you whether you hear from the “spirits”—the ones he has heard from. Having and holding the rag doll may be a soothing mechanism.

As I said, you need to read the tales before you can do any serious speculation. Sometimes he keeps an object that he finds particularly humorous, or nostalgic. Though, if you read my tales, you’ll understand PERFECTLY the bodhisattva aspect of all this, and Deek’s probable role in it that is MUCH more than it seems on the surface. My tales delve into this, in fascinating detail. I doubt very much he uses that or any doll to soothe him. He’s already got his doggies.

> He doesn’t seem to have any tactile relationship with Flaco and Lucky.

Not right there in the video, no. The pups are incredibly stable emotionally, and always of good cheer. So Deek must be doing SOMEthing right, eh? Let me put it this way:

When he’s not visiting with me and has the pups, he’s VERY affectionate with them, including hugs, kisses, etc. It’s when he appears before me, that he behaves differently, in such a way as to make me think he’s NOT caring for them anywhere near enough. Why this is so, is explained in my tales. The videos are an integral part of my stories, as my Brindlekin Trilogy is a multimedia work of art. If you just watch the videos alone, you have scant idea of the incredible ramifications implied, and even revealed, in those little movies. They are more profound than you think!

– Zeke


The Next Chapter

March 23, 2021

[BRINDLEKIN TALES – Book 3: Chapter 9]

Re: Yes, he’s dead.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 19, 2021 9:42 PM

> She planted it in your young consciousness, knowing that someday you would get the reference, and wonder exactly what you are wondering.

Well, if she were THAT smart, she sure hid it very well.

Oh, I get it: she’s another bodhisattva, who very often DO plant the seed of a joke in your mind, that is not programmed to sprout until years later…maybe even up till moments before you croak on your death bed. They are superlative tricksters. Maybe that makes up for their being such lousy blow job “artistes,” but I beg to differ.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: That would be a terrible thing…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 20, 2021 11:32 AM

…if the pooches die from onion toxicity. But it’s not in the cards for that to happen. However, my informing Deek to keep a close watch on them (and if they get sick, rush them to the SPCA emergency clinic) may wake him up to how precious they are, and how DANGEROUS it is to keep these two, darling brindlekin on the streets. SO many dangers. Grapes and raisins are even MORE toxic…and there are CHICKEN BONES cast everywhere onto our streets and sidewalks! Not to mention all the OTHER unpredictable, potential horrors around every corner. I did NOT mention to him, that the SPCA offers very LIMITED services to homeless dogs, such as surgery…they just let them suffer or die. I’m pretty sure that includes emergency treatment for food poisoning, as regarding onion or garlic ingestion of a dangerous amount (a quarter cup for 20-pound pups) usually requires a blood transfusion.

I had to create a Gmail subscription for Deek, in order for his apps to automatically update, and other Android features to function properly. So I just emailed him a link to an article about onions being dangerous for canines. He doesn’t read very well, but he can have the smartphone recite it TO him. I’m not sure if it’s set up to do that yet, so I’ll make sure it’s working right, next time he hands me the phone for a recharge. He doesn’t even know how to do email, but the phone should automatically pop up a notice that he can simply tap on, in order to read my important message. I COULD just voice-call him, but that might freak him out if I further discuss the issue. Besides, sending an email will help him get a bit more familiar with a smartphone’s many capabilities beyond his present, simple usage.

I ALSO like the convenience of his calling me first, before dropping over. For that reason, I changed my DSL service from instantly routing calls to voicemail, to letting the phone ring four times before it does that. Keep your fingers crossed that he DOESN’T lose the phone any time soon! So many things to worry about, between him and his quadruped cherubs, I’d become a gibbering, nervous wreck if I didn’t just put my faith in a higher force, albeit reptilian. The scales on the back of my neck are standing up at the thought of such a startling revelation! Not because it scares me, but because my immense gratitude is a thrilling epiphany.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: [MCN-Announce]- Ode to a Doggy’s Paw
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 20, 2021 11:41 AM

> Thanks for the timely dispatch!

I AM the messenger.

> I’m glad to report that the Iron Empress has had her two vaccinations.

More importantly, iron is cheap and common, unlike your own noble self. Which is why you shall shortly be upgraded to OSMIUM Empress.

> It’s not going to change her behavior; she LIKES wearing a mask and not pressing the flesh of the rabble.

I like it, too, because it hides my rotten teeth when I speak, and my old-man wattle.

– Zeke K-Holmes, extraordinaire imm-poe-SEE-blay


Re: Yes, he’s dead.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 20, 2021 11:46 AM

> You inherited your brains from somebody up there in the ol’ family tree! Maybe not her, but somebody!

Most likely burned at the stake outside of Glasgow.


Re: Yes, he’s dead.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 20, 2021 1:29 PM

> Or Hackensack…

Nope…I’m way too gothic-romantic to be burned alive in or near a town with such a crass name. Or such a crass nation, for that matter.

> Seriously: had raisin bread with cream cheese for breakfast. Mmm-mmm good.

But was it Alvarez Street or Ezekiel 4:9 brand? Any other raisin bread is not Lizard-Kosher approved…not even fit for their human pets, as far as they’re concerned.

> Have the 20-min. YouTube just for me cued up; couldn’t get to it yesterday. Want to be able to watch it uninterrupted!

It’s a nice little piece of video vérité, (as Lisa Harwood kindly described my YT work, in a recent email) and will always be up there for your viewing pleasure, mon bon ami. Here’s my latest video I just uploaded a moment ago…’tis but a half-minute long and called “A New Ghost Haunts My Building.” Be sure to read the description, as it imparts so much more intrigue than just the video itself.


DESCRIPTION OF ABOVE VIDEO

On my way to the shared restroom to take a shower, I unexpectedly came across my 3-days-deceased neighbor Todd’s room being emptied of all his possessions, in preparation for the next hapless soul to occupy that accursed hovel. I imagine our newest ghost to haunt this spooky old apartment building will be a rather nasty one, possibly a poltergeist, as Todd himself was a most unpleasant sort. Barely a week after he moved in, back in 2004, he banged on the restroom door while I was inside, accusing me of doing something horrible. He never let me explain how wrong he was, and has never talked to me since, but did go out of his way to spread hateful gossip about me, to other residents. 11 friggin years I had to put up with this wicked, low-IQ pinhead! Well, good riddance is all I have to say to that…sharing the lavatory with him was an experience I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy. Though now that he is a spirit and no longer flesh, it’s possible that, finally realizing how poorly he treated me, he will become a most helpful ally from beyond the veil! Though I wouldn’t bet so much as a ha’penny on that. Nor do I really believe in ghosts…just advanced reptilian guardians from a distant galaxy, who enjoy acting out the part. All glory to the hypno-lizard!


Re: Yes, he’s dead.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 20, 2021 2:11 PM

> Ezekiel.

Excellent! Named after moi of course. Oh the synchronicity! :D


Re: A Miracle on Market Street [chapter 8, book 3 of my Brindlekin Tales]
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Carlyle Lambourne
Date: March 20, 2021 3:18 PM

> My main theory of reality is that there are no actual laws of physics, that Chaos is King, of uncaused realities, that the laws of physics are an illusion true only for a tiny subset of Infinite reality that comes in many forms and many laws.

And MY theory is that it’s all run by highly intelligent dinosaurs that create the illusion of chaos, while all is actually well ordered in a most artistic manner. And until humanity matures enough to make the ultimate breakthrough, NO scientist, mathematician, philosopher, or anyone else will be capable of discovering this unchanging truth. There are only a handful of people in this world who KNOW The Scaly Revelation at any given time, and only because our Reptilian Overlords have made it so. They have chosen moi to be one such incredibly fortunate anthropoid to number among these privileged entities…and have been my closest guardians since the day I was born in some dingy Brooklyn hospital, which burned down some months later, and destroyed all the birth records.

AND they have informed me CLEARLY that this breakthrough of our species will happen SOME time this year. They refuse to tell me exactly WHEN, but assure me that it will have all been accomplished shortly before the end of this year, though more likely sooner. So here’s what I get out of this:

World recognition for yours truly will arise sometime between April 1st and July 31st. During which time ALL my writing will be released across the globe as various books contained in the greater volume called “The Final Testament.” Beautifully decorated in Art Deco style illuminated manuscript, with many fairy-tale designs thrown in. The books will be FREE to all people, as money will be irrelevant by then. A NEW financial arrangement will be set up, where EVERYONE will live comfortably, happily, and fulfilled…minus capitalism.

After that, monumental changes will erupt across the globe, and the Reptilians will make themselves known. We will settle down into an entirely NEW reality well ahead of the holiday season, which will be renamed “Brindlefest,” and moved up from December 25th to the 30th (which is my Randolph’s birthday). That’s MY story, and I’m stickin’ to it.

Sincerely,

Ezekiel J. Krahlin


Re: A Miracle on Market Street [chapter 8, book 3 of my Brindlekin Tales]
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Carlyle Lambourne
Date: March 20, 2021 4:02 PM

> I should be very pleased if things transpire as you have described!

So would everyone else on the planet. The absolutely impossible suddenly becomes possible. I’ve done two hilarious parodies of this on two of my “recipe” videos (which are not cooking shows at all, but rather subversive):

Zeke’s EZ Toasted Raisin Bread Breakfast (less than 4 mins.)

Zeke’s EZ Wholesome Nut & Seed Oatmeal Breakfast (less than 17 mins.)

– Ezekiel

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Subject: Wonderful Visit, but Video Lost!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 20, 2021 7:25 PM

Deek just called to me a short while ago, asked me to watch the dogs tonight. Maybe he won’t return until tomorrow. He wants to ride his bike around and, in general, take a break from the pups. It was really a nice conversation, and he thanked me for watching over them so well, and I thanked him for trusting me…and off we went like the wind: me and the two brindlekin, their tails wagging like curly whips while straining on the leashes to rush back hovel. Then their joyful run up the stairs, up and down the hallway for a few rounds, then smashing into my door and scratching on it, begging to get inside. Their sweet playtime on the bed, my giving them a few ducky treats, and then they crashed out into doggy dreamland.

All this I thought I was capturing on video, eager to transfer it to my laptop, and go to work on them. Alas! The micro SD card was not embedded, it was sticking partway out…thus nothing was recorded. Those were some awesome moments, gone forever. (But I trust My Lizard Sentinels got it all on whatever passes for tape in their reality.) At any rate, it was a fantastic rapport between Deek and me, and SO glad to see how WELL things are improving…and that the pooches are staying overnight again! Puppy pajama party here we come!

He also had me charge a large, old-school speaker (lead acid battery), though it DOES have Bluetooth. And his new smartphone, of course. But that’s trivial to the pups’ care and Deek’s better attitude. He gave me his full trust, no griping, no stupid false allegations.

Attached is a pic of them snoozing.

Click here for a larger view.

Re: Wonderful Visit, but Video Lost!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 20, 2021 8:14 PM

> WONDERFUL!!!!!! Though too bad about the video. But you remember every moment!!

It was an INCREDIBLE visit, that SHOULD have been recorded for posterity. But my Reptilian Protectors have assured me they’ve got it all on record, and will be sure to incorporate it into my works, very soon. Seems that they have been putting together ALL my writings and ALL the important parts of my life, since the day I was born. NOTHING significant ever gets lost. In fact, they kindly informed me that today’s encounter with Deek has already been watched by over 300 septillian Lizard People, they enjoyed it immensely, and is all the talk in more than 53,000 galaxies. So I’m good.

– Zeke K-Holmes

P.S.: I have NEVER apologized for my keeping the pooches so long…and have REMINDED him several times, that I did the right thing. And he knows I’m right, though has yet to admit it. Somewhere down the near future, he will be profusely grateful for my friendship, as Flaco & Lucky would have been long gone from his world (and mine), had I not been here for them all. I went to HELL for the sake of three good souls, one of whom is human. Thus is the beautiful nature of a bodhisattva, and I am one, too. As are YOU, my extraordinary compatriot. For it is the SPIRIT that defines a person, and not the visible.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: Wonderful Visit, but Video Lost!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 20, 2021 10:04 PM

> You galaxy hopper, you!

When I fly, I FLY!


Subject: I have it all figured out.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 22, 2021 11:28 AM

The doctor who delivered me was the REAL Josef Mengele a.k.a. “The Angel of Death.” Who died in 1979. I was born in 1950, so that made HIM 39 that year, seeing as he was born in 1911. (He received a doctorate in anthropology, BTW, which is also MY main field of interest: the study of humanity.) I don’t HAVE an original birth certificate, since my mother supposedly lost it…and in late 1950 there was a fire in that hospital where I was delivered, that destroyed many documents. So a replacement was impossible, thus I have only a baptismal certificate.

Mengele fled to Argentina in 1949, but apparently he snuck into the United States to deliver moi: Hitler’s dream come true of a psychically gifted soldier! However, the Nazis’ plan to genetically engineer telepathic platoons–now that the perfect prototype had been delivered in a Brooklyn maternity ward–had come to an abrupt halt. “And Why is that?” you may ask yourself, my dear Wattson.

Because, as a powerfully psychic infant, I had manifested my own protective aura that prevented ANYone from further experimentation upon myself, as well as upon any unborn, future replicas! For the Nazi cabal had NOT foreseen such an outcome: that, since none of THEM were psychic (at least, not to such an extraordinary extent as yours truly), I was alREADY more powerful than any of them…thus, the moment I was born, they lost the game.

Having failed their mission, the Nazis passed me off to Mr. and Mrs. Catalano of 821-A Monroe Street, Brooklyn, who already HAD one child four years earlier (born in Bethlehem of all places…Bethlehem, Pennsylvania that is), but longed for one more, though a second conception eluded them. Thus, they were very HAPPY to adopt me, without having to go though the usual paperwork and background check required by every OTHER parent, to acquire a baby not their own. No strings attached, but one: move to some rinky-dink suburb in Nassau County, and never tell anyone of my origin.

My parents wanted to name me “Arthur” after my paternal grandfather (also my father’s middle name), but Dr. Mengele insisted I be anointed “Eugene,” because it means “well born,” and is, of course, derived from the word “eugenics.” This also explains my desire of many years to CHANGE my name, which I finally did, back in 1996. Though it was more of a subconscious drive to do so, to DIVORCE myself from the Catalano tribe…as I had not an INKLING of my true history.

You remember I wrote to you, Wattson, of my Aunt Theresa and Uncle Erhard Krause some years ago. My aunts Theresa and Lydia Catalano (father’s side) sailed off to Germany in the late 30s to be dancers at cabarets and, I guess, related venues. Perhaps they sang, too, or performed in some other ways, I just don’t know. Wouldn’t it be fantastic, though, if there were film clips and audio recordings of them during that period? (I suspect My Reptilian Guardians have all that, to show me some time later…certainly a remarkable thing to contemplate!)

As war seemed imminent some years later, Lydia returned to the states, but Theresa remained…in fact, she stayed in Berlin throughout the entire travesty, but finally escaped through the Berlin Wall, husband and two children in tow.

Interesting that my ANTHROPOLOGY ADVISOR had the same surname as my Uncle Erhard: “Dr. Richard Krause.” In fact, his FULL name was Dr. Richard ERHARD Krause! Now, I’m searching for any information about him…turns out he taught at the University of Alabama, after his tenure at Missouri University in Columbia, where I knew him. From the following web page (no pics, just comments):

https://www.ratemyprofessors.com/ShowRatings.jsp?tid=494451

–quotes:

“He was director of the Archaeological Field School at the University of Missouri many years ago. When he was sober enough to speak, he ranted on about how to push brooms and the poor quality of American food. His grad students ran the place because he was too wasted most of the time.”

“This guy is amazing! He is so funny and knowledgeable. A great combination. I enjoyed his class very, very much.”

“Amazing experience. Dr. Krause is a well of knowledge, experience, and insight. wise, sharp, but also humble. his lectures are entrancing.”

–end

And here are (at least SOME of) his published works, from a site called “Alabama Authors.”

Says he was born in 1938, so may still be around…12 years my senior, so now 82! It also shows his name with the middle initial “A,” but I CLEARLY remember it as “Erhard.” Because when I first saw his full name on some paper he wrote, I immediately recalled my uncle, because he was the only Erhard I knew until then. Of course, the surname “Krause” really brought it home for me. Unfortunately, the faculty site page in his name at the Univ. of Alabama, no longer exists:

https://anthropology.ua.edu/people/richard-krause/

But there is the “Richard A. Krause Award,” at that same university!

https://anthropology.ua.edu/tag/krause-award/

Anyway, back to Theresa and Erhard Krause:

He was a famous trombone player by the time WWII broke out…and, like so many other popular entertainers, was forced to play for Nazi audiences. Especially some of the higher ups, because he was that good. They were very much in love, and that is (supposedly) why Theresa stayed behind, while her sister did not. They lived through the very worst of that war, as they remained in Berlin for the entire fiasco, bombs and all. By the time they fled East Berlin, she could speak fluid German…and she just LOVED the language! But my Uncle Erhard refused to discuss his life in Germany, so I learned very little of that. I do know that the then head of the CIA was instrumental in arranging their passage through the Berlin Wall…and, according to my aunt, they departed only with their little family, and a pillow!

So, how much of this is true I have NOT an idea! Did they collaborate with the Nazis, then fabricate a new tale, once safely out of their reach? They were a very nice couple, as I remember from childhood, over many family gatherings, mostly in Brooklyn, then, much later, one time in Naples, Florida, when I visited my parents’ retirement home in North Fort Myers…which was just a short drive away. That was in 1985, and I was by then 35 years old. I especially appreciated Uncle Erhard’s constant praise, saying that some day I will become very famous. And, if my visions are true, I’d say he was right on the money!

The reason I suspect collaboration, is because Aunt Terry once visited me here in San Franshitsco, after which we called each other up on the phone a few times each month, for about a year. And her point of view was very much to the political right, including when it comes to money. (She ADORED Gov. Schwarzenegger for both his politics and his entrepreneurial conquests.) One day, while I was showing her around Aquatic Park and Fisherman’s Wharf, she pointed at a billboard high up atop the Ghirardelli Chocolate factory, which displayed a male and female in sweet embrace, with their teeth clamped down upon a chocolate bar that bridged their mouths…reminiscent of that Disney film, “Lady and the Tramp.”

“See, that’s natural…why can’t you accept that?” remarked Aunt Terry, who was two sheets to the wind by that time of the afternoon.

I was glad to finally get rid of her, several days later when she took the Greyhound to visit another relative in Monterey. I DID try to get her to talk in some detail, about her adventures in Germany, but her lips were sealed. She ignored my queries, and just ordered another dry martini or scotch on the rocks as her only answer. They had two, very tall sons who were both born in Berlin, over 6-foot-5 each! One was named Otti, but I can’t recall the other’s. Uncle Erhard himself was “only” 6-foot-1…while Theresa was 5-foot-7 (like me). Oh, and when she finally got back to the states, she became a Rockette…and I have NO idea how Erhard earned a living. Possibly he collected royalties from his record albums and tapes, and replaying his pieces over radio and television, back there in East Germany and, I guess, some other nations. But I suspect a darker history behind his life there, with possibly Aunt Terry’s cooperation.

Now, back to my Nazi origins:

With such a recent and startling twist to my intergalactic Reptilian scenarios, I now ponder as to who they REALLY are. Possibly they are Nazis themselves, using hallucinatory images and scenes to seduce me into falling under their control. If such be the case, do you know where I can find some nice Nazi uniform online? Amazon and eBay don’t carry such stuff, AFAIK. In fact, I’m afraid to even SEARCH for anything Nazi related, as it may set off alarms across cyberspace, and cause me to wind up in some prison cell, where I’ll rot away. And I also wonder:

Does the unwelcome appearance of notorious Mike Sewers, our token raving Nazi lunatic on the MCN discussion list, have anything to do with my shocking revelation? I shudder to think so. Anyway, find out what you can about that uniform.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: Gift video!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 22, 2021 8:20 PM

> Wonderful. I see you’re a lefty! I mighta known!

Of course I’m a lefty! Precisely why I was burned at the stake in MANY past lives! But my strong arm is my right arm (throwing stuff, swinging a racquet or bat, openimg/closing doors, masturbating, et cetera.) My lefthandedness is reserved exclusively for handwriting, lettering, painting and drawing. I very much enjoyed making that video, knowing how much you’d like my gift.

> And what a rare sunny day in SF.

Yes. We don’t often have miserable days like that, thank Cthulhu!

> Now to watch the other one, of Deek.

There are TWO recent Deek videos:

Deek & Pooches Come Back…yay! (part 1) – 11 mins.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_q9N1UfQdn0

Deek & Pooches Come Back…yay! (part 2) – 4 mins.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=livGdWKmLgQ

They are INCREDIBLE videos. I think he already KNOWS he’s being recorded. Which makes perfect sense if he is, indeed, one of my bodhisattvas. And this wonderful improvement in his attitude towards me is spot on with my theory about his being an actor to put me through changes, and make me the hero.

The pups stayed over last night, and remained my companions all day long until a short while ago. Deek again was most friendly and sensible…thanked me for watching over them. And even told me he’ll be across the street for awhile, at the usual spot. I asked why he told me that, and he replied, just thought you’d like to know. I think in that case, I’ll pay him and the mutts a visit about an hour from now. Hopefully, they’ll still be there…but if they’re not, that’s okay too.

The implications of his being a spirit guide are profound, and it looks like that’s certainly the case. He is just PLAYING a homeless person, and the pooches are well provided for in every way. I look FORWARD to meeting his bodhisattva compatriots, one of whom I’m SURE is Arwyn! Though I think Arwyn is higher up the Reptilian scale then he is.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: San Franshitsco is once again the murder capital of the world!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 22, 2021 9:23 PM

Here is a page that shows you a map of which spots in The City, vaccine appointments are available (you have to scroll down a bit, to view the map):

http://www.vaccinespotter.org/CA/?zip=94114&radius=5

THERE ARE NONE! So, even if I were on the eligibility list, I couldn’t get vaccinated! Unless I look at other counties, in which case you’d need a car, or pay for a taxi to take you for a long and VERY expensive ride. Which I see many people doing, on various social media discussions. I do NOT own a car. I am SEVENTY years old, and “retired,” yet I STILL am not eligible to get my shots! This is SO fucked up.

Even if SOME places were open, I still couldn’t go, unless one of them were within walking distance. I reFUSE to take public transit. What would be the sense of putting myself at high risk of contracting COVID-19, just to get the vaccination?  I COULD take a long hike to get to one of these places, but it would have to be on a day the pups are not with me. But why even conjecture, when NOTHING is available? My conclusion:

I will probably be the LAST person in this wicked city, to finally get vaccinated! Or die before then.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Click here for a larger, real-time view.

Subject: Now My Room is Pupless Again…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 22, 2021 10:58 PM

…but their sweet spirit illuminates everything in it, including myself. ESPECIALLY myself. I realize now that Deek mentioned he’d be across the street and around the corner for awhile, because HE HAS NO ONE. In a recent video where I featured him, he held up his new smartphone–to which he is actually subscribed and pays $40 a month to keep it going–and declared:

“I’m not gonna lose this because no one wants to be with me since I’m broke! So: no one to steal from me.”

He then embellished upon how friends are only your friends when you have money to blow, or something else they want (like “blow”). But when the chips are down and you’re without a penny to your name, it’s game over, man. So I told him that new, and better, friends will replace them. He said:

“But I don’t WANT any friends!”

I told him I understand, but I am talking about REAL friends, those who truly love you, and will stand by you through thick and thin. Such as myself, but there will soon be others.

So he is alone on the streets with his darling mutts. And inviting me to see him a little later on, was his way of saying he appreciates my company. Unfortunately, when I stepped out an hour and a half later, I could not find them anywhere. I then strolled a few blocks, meditating and praying on his situation. Which seems to me, like a period of transition where he is taking stock of his life, and will very soon be on a MUCH better path. In fact, these past several days have shown me a vastly more stable, calm and HAPPY Deek! But what a touching picture:

A homeless, decent man alone in this world, but for two, beautiful little doggies, and myself! Doggies that might perish at any moment, due to the whims of the streets and the mean, crazy people who populate them. Or perhaps due to Deek’s own severe mood swings, one of which may cause him to thoughtlessly surrender them to some fucked up addict! Though I’m sure we’re out of the woods on that, and, with Hera’s protection, Flaco & Lucky will remain safe and in good health and spirits.

I would not be surprised at all, if Deek will soon ask me to take the pooches under my wing, for the duration of his remaining houseless. Under such an arrangement, I’d be glad to meet him in some nice location every day, where the four of us could spend a lovely hour or two in the light of our friendship and canine bliss. And I know the perfect spot: that “secret” place I discovered when walking the pups, just four blocks from here, where they can romp and explore without ANY disturbance by either humans or other dogs.

When he dropped by this eve to pick up the brindlekin, smartphone and speakers, I asked if he’d like these two doggy jackets that I recently laundered. He said okay without even a moment’s hesitation. And that truly gladdened my heart!

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: Such a glorious pic!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 23, 2021 10:36 AM

When you upload a Youtube video, their algorithm selects three screenshots out of it, for you to choose as the thumbnail image. (Or you can upload your own image, if you prefer.) So I chose what I thought was the best pic among three, for my video, “Down the Stairs & Out the Gate We Go!” Not thinking it was a particularly spectacular shot in its own right. But after viewing it later on, I was stunned! The luminosity, Flaco’s Yoda ears, the stairway and her gazing down towards the lobby…PERFECTION! (After my own slight enhancement in color contrast.) So, while the video itself is amazing, that particular still is likewise something else. Corny as this may sound, but: one picture is indeed worth a thousand words! See attachment.

Click here for a larger view.

Purchasing those spyglasses was one of the best investments I’ve ever made! No way would I be able to capture so many excellent scenes by imposing a smartphone or camcorder upon Deek or most anyone else. I originally got them for security reasons, as recorded witness to any further possible conflicts with the building manager, or nasty residents such as Myrtle and son. But these spyglasses turned out to ALSO be a remarkable new tool for my creative output. Not only do they provide countless opportunities for recording conversations, but people-watching as well…especially the homeless. They are also a boon for impromptu scenes of the doggies, or unexpected moments of any sort that are worth recording, which I would have otherwise missed. Not to mention my silly cooking videos, which are spontaneous and unrehearsed. Using a smartphone or camcorder instead, would be awkward and difficult.

FYI: those word clips (or whatever they should be called) I originally lettered by hand, then filmed. But it soon occurred to me to just type them out on my computer, using my large, second display screen to shoot them with my smartphone. The slight wobbling of my hand only plays in my favor! At first, I removed the audio before inserting them into a video. But then I realized this background ambience (mostly from the busy street noise coming from an open window, but sometimes from a podcast or radio show) adds a humorously amateurish ambience, that comes off so well! I use two different, freeware video editors for all my films…which are far less complicated and cumbersome than their full-blown cousins, such as Microsoft’s own.

So now, just as I predicted, Brindlekin Tales is on the upswing after a series of tragedies in Book 2, that ended sadly as a result. It does not look like any more punches will be pulled in the remaining chapters that compose Book 3, which will unfold with many beatific events…culminating in a spectacular and joyful end. When all is told, Deek will gain much of the credit in weaving these tales, using real life for his canvas…being the gifted bodhisattva he is!

So how is your OWN writing getting along these days, good physician Wattson? I like to think you are absolutely DRENCHED in creative juices! You DO have an umbrella handy, do you not?

– Ezekiel J. Krahlin-Holmes


My Prediction of the Pups’ Return

March 17, 2021

[BRINDLEKIN TALES – Book 3: Chapter 7]

Subject: I stashed all doggy stuff to my loft…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 15, 2021 8:58 AM

…just to unclutter one cabinet. The harnesses, however, remain dangling from the edge of the loft. And always will, awaiting their return. See attached photo.

Click here for a larger view.

In addition, I’m keeping the two sweatshirts out, which Flaco & Lucky have chewed into (mostly the sleeve ends). I always wear one or the other at bedtime, for the comfort they provide. Same goes for an old, olive green, zippered jacket I use for a half-blanket: it, too, has been puppy-mauled, thus I now cherish an object I was about to toss into the trash. See next attachment. Notice the frayed cuffs.

Click here for a larger view.

At last, I completed my devotional strolls Saturday night, having distributed a total of 1,480 Brindlekin Prayer Cards. Why not 1,500? Because I realized I should keep some to hand out, and don’t want to spend more money for another set of cards at this time. I video recorded walks 3-5, which are each more than an hour long. I talk about intriguing concepts, and bits of my early history in San Franshitsco, that I think viewers will enjoy. And it’s good to document such a momentous undertaking, my knees bloodied and mangled from crawling over two miles on hard, cold concrete each of those nights…with a heavy, wooden cross on my back to boot, that has “Arf!” carved into it. Let us not forget my halo of thorns…made from DOGwood, natch.

It is most disappointing that the few folks I saw outside, preferred to avoid me like the plague, rather than ask what I’m doing, so I can enlighten them as to my most noble, compassionate and brave mission that will blossom in such a manner as to bring fortuitous changes across the globe, to every man, woman and child walking on its surface! I cannot speak for those who live in caves or underground, but I imagine that they, too, will be invited to the party.

IT’S ALL AN ACT! Arwyn’s the playwright, I’m sure. Many thespians are involved, including of course, Deek, Kevin (building manager), Myrtle & Adisa (nasty neighbors), the SFPD, and all the bit actors and extras such as Adisa’s teenage friends, Dieter (the fourth-floor resident with bad knees) the local homeless, and even some online players (such as that delightful email exchange with a member of the Duboce Quadrangle Neighborhood Association). All scenarios were executed with perfect timing, from the abduction of the pups to the intervention of the peacemakers, from the manager’s erratic behavior swings (mimicking the early stages of senility) to “Umbrella Man’s” confrontation by the Harvey Milk Library, from that jock gay fellow who screamed at me in the dark of night when I placed a card under his windshield wiper (a scene I have yet to include in my tales, but IS in one of my Puppy Dolorosa videos), to the shopkeepers at Rosenberg’s and Duboce Food & Liquor.

These dramatic little plots are just too perfect, too closely placed together, too absurd to be OTHER than scripted. And they have the mark of Arwyn’s brilliance all over them!

I swear, Wattson, even the doggies are in on it! I’m sure they are well taken care of, and NOT on the streets. Same goes for Deek.

– Zeke K-Holmes

PS: There is even THIS annoying dude thrown into the mix of this convoluted play, popping up at the most unexpected moments:

http://www.gay-bible.org/blogstuff/2021A/my-prediction-annoying-guy-in-orange-shirt.mp4


Subject: My Prediction of the Pups’ Return
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 15, 2021 8:58 AM

My prediction of when Flaco & Lucky shall be back in my arms:

Within six weeks from now, give or take, based on the progress of the previous two books, and on which Book 3 is DESTINED to have a happy ending for all parties involved. But I won’t rush things, as my tales are honest, a natural progression that should NEVER be pressured into completion. I’m just guessing that, at the rate I’m going, I should be up to the final chapter at that predicted time. Though it might take longer.

Book 1 was split into TWO books (19 and 18 chapters respectively), and took almost four months to complete: October 30, 2020 to February 24, 2021. So that’s two months per book. Book three commenced on February 24th, so should be completed by the end of April. Though my caring for the mutts could EASILY resume at an earlier date, seeing as one or MORE chapters at the end could comprise this benevolent outcome.

As for that incident on one of my “stations of the leash” walks, where that gay dude screamed at me for placing a card on his windshield:

Unfortunately, I had turned my spyglasses OFF just before the incident…and I’ve been kicking myself in the butt ever since. Though I DID document it immediately afterwards, on that night’s video. Here is the clip:

Well, good physician, I trust (and hope) your OWN storytelling is progressing at a startling pace these days, and you are emerging from that difficult life situation you first mentioned back in November.

In good faith as always,

Ezekiel J. Krahlin-Holmes


Subject: My Mischief for Today
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 15, 2021 5:21 PM

I say, old chap, you KNOW how I love to get into mischief with great aplomb, now and then. So today, I quickly cobbled together this funny critique of Amazon’s goofy “recommendation” algorithm, and called it “Seriously, Amazon?” Not intending, at first, to play the cyber gremlin, but to point out a hilarious result of poorly writ algorithms (of which most are, anyway). Originally, it showed a recommendation for professional dental supplies, paired with the image of a shoe! And a SECOND recommendation for “Dietary & Vitamin Supplements” with the ghastly pic of what I first THOUGHT to be grubs! So I created my blog entry and published it, with some witty criticism below those images.

However, some hours later I came to realize those are NOT grubs, but turmeric roots…which kinda LOOK like fat insect larva. That is when a little birdie dressed in a red cape and sporting a pair of horns and a tail in the same color, perched on my LEFT shoulder and tweeted into my ear:

“Aha! Opportunity knocks! Do NOT let this slip through your fingers, Detective Krahlin-Holmes!”

Upon that sinister revelation I decided NOT to delete the blog entry, but embellish it! By replacing that turmeric root photo with one of REAL grubs…one that could NEVER be mistaken for this or that plant root.

So, my dear Wattson, let this be OUR little secret, and ours alone. And don’t ever say I never made you laugh! Now, go take a look-see:

https://zekeblog.wordpress.com/2021/03/15/seriously-amazon/

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: My Mischief for Today
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 15, 2021 6:51 PM

> Nicely done, old fellow!

Thank you. Her Ectoplasmic Majesty Queen Victoria enjoyed the prank so much, it gave her the brilliant idea to haunt Amazon’s vast cyber realms, to see what she can muck up. It should be on the news in a day or two. Long live the dead queen!

> I often see smart alecks on You Tube or TV eating insects, shaming the rest of us for being so culturally narrow as to find it repulsive. Locust tacos and the like. I do find it deeply, shudderingly repulsive, and hope I’m never that hungry.

Yet another variation of machismo. To eat insects doesn’t mean we must ingest their original form. After all, we don’t do that with cows and most other animals. I would imagine that, when an insect diet becomes second nature on this planet, we’ll hardly know the difference from what we USED to eat. It will be ground up into meal, and transformed into flour and other staple ingredients that will be incorporated into the preparation OF a food item. Not just bread and pastries, but sauces, sandwich spreads and beverages (for examples)…or cultured with algae, soy or whatever as synthetic meat that looks, feels and tastes like the real thing. Eventually, though, we’ll all have home food replicators that will fabricate delicious foods starting from the molecular level. At which point we can forego insects, just as we did mammals and sea life. Such replicators will be able to make ANY material, not just edible products. The Jetsons had it all!

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: Transformation
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 15, 2021 10:11 PM

Flaco & Lucky’s boundless joy and kindness continue to transform my world. Now my hovel is going through an upgrade:

Click here for a larger view.

The cosmic covering draped over my work chair was originally a bedcover…but it just didn’t work out with two frisky brindlekin tangling it up. But folded over, it looks great in its new placement. Three blue, plastic tarps just arrived from Amazon, which cover a large part of the filthy floor, without bothering to fit it under the somewhat-heavy furnishings. This way, they’re easy to toss out whenever I get another bedbug infestation. The cheap throw rugs are machine washable, and I just laundered them today, after keeping them bagged in my loft for almost two years. I ordered three more, which total number of seven will be sufficient to not only hold down the tarps by their weight, but cover the floor’s open spots. At last, once again, I can walk about the hovel in my bare feet! And once the pooches return, they’ll not only have a clean floor to rest on: they can choose to lie down directly on either a rug or the tarp, depending on whether the room is on the cool or warm side. I can now also toss a spare sleeping bag on the floor beside my bed, for those times they prefer to do that, rather then snooze atop the cot…which is usually the case when my room’s temperature hits 70 degrees or higher.

There are presently four kid’s sleeping bags on the cot, so the pups can fluff things up, and rearrange the bedding to their hearts’ content. And play around by using them for undercover attacks upon each other! There is my adult sleeping bag still stashed in the loft, though I think buying one more is a good idea…for further comfort by using one beneath the smaller bags, seeing as I can still feel the cot’s steel rods supporting the canvas, in some parts.

The motivation to spiff up my SRO comes directly from imagining the pups back again, thus I’m now upgrading my room to be more amenable and comfy. That is how much I love and respect them. They gave me ALL their affection and trust, which has transformed me immensely. Now, here is my all-time FAVORITE video of Lucky & Flaco, and the sleeping bags are involved. Just before I aimed the smartphone at them, Lucky had plunked himself down beside Flaco, who was snoozing in the bag, wrapped up like a burrito. However, Lucky pressed in on her in such a way as to kind of lock her down. How she reacts will charm your socks off…as will Lucky’s blasé attitude. Eight seconds of pure joy; I must’ve watched it dozens of times just in the past week alone:

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: Transformation
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 16, 2021 2:05 PM

> Spiffing up is SO good for the morale. I know I’m psychologically oppressed by junk and clutter. Will be doing a major spring cleaning. around here. Mountain of junk, bye-bye!

In my abominable situation, the room is still junk and clutter, as “spiffing it up” only takes me so far. For one, the floors REMAIN filthy, just covered up by cheap plastic sheets. The entire unit is seriously degraded and ugly, and in dire need of an industrial overhaul. It’s been like that for decades. Besides:

The psychological uplift is ONLY for the sake of the pups. I could live in a garbage heap and still be utterly blissed out, in their company. Though I would certainly do my utmost to make that garbage heap as livable and cozy as possible. Lord knows I’ve had TONS of practice!

> This is achingly cute.

Yes, it is a delightful little gem of a video…the mutts are natural comedians; their joyful spirit is contagious, a brindlekin epiphany! They were HAPPY to be here, which means everything to me.

> I hope they’re back with you toot sweet.

That day will be SPECTACULAR. On many levels, not just the personal. “Profound” would be another word to describe it. Now here is a 7-second clip of the building manager as I walked by him. Notice neither says hello to the other, and he’s diddling on his smartphone as an excuse not to…a very typical behavior of San Franshitscans.

Can you imagine all the nasty things he’s written about me, on my tenant dossier? Just like all PREVIOUS managers…status quo scumbags. Some people say I need to change my attitude, but AFAIC, it’s clearly the other way around. They call homeless people like Deek “trash,” yet they are JUST as bad, if not worse.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: [MCN-Announce]- Zeke’s EZ Brown Rice & Lentil Vegetable Stew
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 15, 2021 10:11 PM

> That’s actually a great title.

The whole piece is really a social statement about being poor, which makes the title hilarious. Coming up soon: “Zeke’s EZ Chocolate Banana Smoothie.” On another topic:

I just posted the following alert on Chronic.net’s user forum.

–begin:

WARNING: Chronic’s Webmail Spellchecker Uses Google’s Service!
by ezekielk » Tue Mar 16, 2021 2:07 pm

I just discovered this by happenstance moments ago, when I clicked on the spellcheck icon. A small window popped up claiming it would be run through Google’s algorithm, and stored there. Very disappointed. So much for Chronic’s advertising how they respect their customers’ privacy! All the time I’ve been using spellcheck automatically, and never did this warning alert me. It’s only when I turned off the automatic feature and used the manual approach, did I learn of this intrusion on my privacy.

–end

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: MEDICAL EXAMINER HAS SEALED OFF NEIGHBOR’S DOOR!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 16, 2021 8:38 PM

That would be the old coot, Todd, who’s always been nasty to me, and WE SHARED THE HALLWAY RESTROOM! In fact, I was on my WAY to the loo when I saw the notice. Here it is:

Click here for a larger view.

Now it makes sense why I saw him two days back, seated in the chair the manager had set out in the hall across from my room, for the few elderly who couldn’t walk well. When I saw Todd seated there as I exited my hovel, I said, “Are you alright?” He said he’s fine, so I replied as I approached the stairs: “The only reason I wondered, is I’ve never seen you sit down there before.”

Well, now I know. One enemy down, three to go.

I can’t imagine what this is all about! (Sarcasm intended.) You’d THINK the city would want to TEST those of us who shared the bathroom with him. But no, not good ol’ San Franshitsco, the city that doesn’t know how. Now I wonder: how many OTHERS in this building have died from COVID-19? The building manager sure keeps things on the hush-hush; though probably he’s required to by law. This is a house of death any more! Well, come to think of it, it’s ALWAYS had that ghastly ambience, especially in my early years living here, what with those dim, 20 watt light bulbs illuminating the hallways like a morgue late at night. I rather liked it, as I’m sure YOU would have, too, Morticia!


Re: MEDICAL EXAMINER HAS SEALED OFF NEIGHBOR’S DOOR!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 16, 2021 9:32 PM

> Is he dead??

I presume he is. The manager canNOT divulge whether he is or not (per pandemic law), to anyone other than close relatives…though I doubt he has any. But there are also an emergency blanket (still sealed in its plastic bag; perhaps the body’s still in there! There HAS been a slight stink in the air since yesterday, but I chalked it up to the sewers backing up from the recent rains) and about a dozen folded U-Haul boxes parked close to his door.

Click here for a larger view.

In all honesty, I hope he IS dead and gone…after my having to put up with his foul presence for YEARS, and likely hissing his gossip to other neighbors. He would not be the FIRST person to perish in that room, since my residence here. There was also Maxie, a not-too-bright, short little fellow of Native American descent. He died of a drug overdose, shortly after inheriting around $50,000. He had two regular visitors, both white, and both obnoxious. I suspect foul play. But that was a long time since he passed…late 80s.

So much absurd drama in my life these days, and Arwyn scripted it! Could this be the next act, where mine enemies fall to the wayside? I have a strong hunch it is. Interesting to see how Kevin, Myrtle and Adis fare in the very near future. I just saw Adis rush by me in the hallway…NOT WEARING A MASK.

– Zeke K-Holmes

P.S.: This is the SECOND plague I’ve lived through, here in San Franshitsco!


Re: MADness!!!!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 16, 2021 9:40 PM

> A surprise in the mailbox for me today! Chose 1956 to look at first, and I’m telling you, I CLEARLY remember a lot of the contents!!!! Totally fucking wonderful. THANK you!!!!

Well that was fast, Wattson, I only mailed it two days ago. Such a pleasure to bring the old Mad Mag back into your world. When you find that Reader’s Digest parody, let me know. I’ve started reading the issues from day 1, while at the laundromat, where I’ll be going for almost a week, every day. It really makes the time fly by. I will enjoy watching how that magazine has evolved over the decades.

But that’s only half the gift, the other part is a link to a homemade video, that I’ll send you in a separate email. This is a PRIVATE video, never to be released to the public (well, not any time soon)…part of my Gay Bible “apocryphal” collection that has just started to accumulate.

Your friend in all ways,

Ezekiel J. Krahlin-Holmes

P.S.: Did you get the OTHER envelope as well? They were sent out the same day…well, before the mail pickup on Saturday.


Subject: There’s also a fresh carpet by his door!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 16, 2021 10:25 PM

Boy howdy, Ablablah Realty wastes NO time in filling an empty unit…the body’s still warm!

Click here for a larger view.

BTW, that IS a video file, NOT an audio file that’s the second half of your gift. For some reason, however, it plays on all my three browsers like an mp3, even though it plays as an mp4 from my hard drive. This is the ONLY time I’ve had this kind of glitch. So, if it plays just audio for you, I suggest downloading it. It’s close to half a gig, so it may take awhile, depending on your download speed. I have NOT been able to find a solution to this anomaly, yet. Frustrating!

MAYBE DON’T DOWNLOAD IT! I just tried myself, but, even though it has the mp4 extension, my browser says “download audio file.” So I stopped. I’m now in the process of uploading it to Youtube, withOUT informing any of my subscribers. No one can view the video if they don’t know the link. But if you have a subscription to Youtube (which is Google), I can make it even MORE secure from prying eyes. Because I can send an invite via your gmail addie, so no one else can see it even if they know the link. I think it SUCKS that Youtube won’t allow a channel owner to do the same for non-gmail addresses. But if you DON’T have a gmail account, please don’t create one just for this.

There’s nothing particularly sensitive on it, it’s just that I mention using a torrent server…which I don’t think Youtube admin would be pleased about.

Stupid thing is, that yesterday I DID upload it to my channel, and it took almost three hours! Then I deleted it, after learning that private videos are limited to Gmail addies, and I’m guessing you don’t have one. So now, I’m doing the YT thing all over again. Jeesh!

– Zeke K-Holmes



Re: MADness!!!!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 17, 2021 12:28 AM

> I do have a gmail address.

Wunderbar! The video will be done uploading in a few minutes. Reason why uploading is so slow, is that I have asymmetric ADSL, meaning that the download and upload speeds are not the same…the usual situation is a much faster down than up, because most netizens DL far more than UL. I have a 10Mbps download, but only a .8Mpbs upload. Now that I’m creating my own videos, I really feel the pain…it’s like going back to dialup, when I want to do anything else on the ‘net when something’s uploading. I also use some web based services for simple editing of the videos. There is also my iDrive cloud backup service, along with Google Drive. I’m really pressing my luck, here!

> Yep, the envelope with the cards arrived, too. Will distribute far and wide.

I’m sure you’ll find some very choice places. Like maybe a fundamentalist church or two, or a rifle club. Perhaps Molly Tinmann would like one…she can tear it up and toss it into her cauldron, along with eyes of newts, banana slugs, and homeless men’s testicles. Thanks!

– Zeke K-Holmes





Subject: FW: Happy St. Patrick’s Day
From: Carlyle Lambourne
To: Ezekiel J. Krahlin
Date: March 17, 2021 8:04 AM

Ezekiel,

FYI, I’m forwarding a letter that I had sent to a wonderful woman who lives outside Dublin, that Manny and I had met when touring Patagonia, long ago in the pandemic-free “Before” times when traveling was possible.

–begin:

Esther,

Happy St. Patrick’s Day! Here is a video that might interest you, where Coda had performed for Joe Biden, before he became President of the United States:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bNRpeeA9m-s

Coda singing for Vice President Joe Biden at Matt Molloy's Yard Bar, Westport, Co Mayo.

–end

I attached a picture of a St. Patrick’s day parade in Cambridge, Massachusetts, years ago, when gays in Boston area were still struggling to be allowed to participate. We were banned in South Boston, which has the largest Irish population in the Boston area, so there was another “alternative” march in Cambridge, which adjoins Boston. I’m not Irish-American, or part of the group, and had not planned to march with them, but had just happened to be standing around when they wanted another person to hold one end of the sign, and asked me if I wanted the honor. This photo was in a Boston gay paper, “Bay Windows”.

Click here for a larger view.

We have one close friend Jerrod (not show in the picture) who has dual Irish and American citizenship, who had almost gotten hit by a thrown bottle when he had been trying to march in South Boston. Eventually we won that battle, but ironically now with the pandemic, there are no public marches at all, so I guess those days still count as days of innocence.

I’ve known and appreciated that gays had been able to participate in Ireland in St. Patrick’s parades, without all the fuss that we had in the U.S.

Regards, Carlyle Lambourne


Re: FW: Happy St. Patrick’s Day
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Carlyle Lambourne
Date: March 17, 2021 9:26 AM

> FYI, I’m forwarding a letter that I had sent to a wonderful woman who lives outside Dublin, that Manny and I had met when touring Patagonia, long ago.

Thank you, very nice. I enjoyed the Irish men singing…imagine, none of them wearing a mask, their breaths mingling with the audience throughout the entire room…so uncivilized! And that news photo of you in the parade: all the way back to 1996, yellowed from age!

> in the pandemic-free “Before” times when traveling was possible.

Yeah, now everyone lives like ME! There is a very important aspect to this pandemic, that touches upon the spiritual…as no doubt you have also conjectured. It has STOPPED THE WORLD, as if the entire species were called to reassess its existence and, hopefully, go down a better path. And NOT being able to travel myself, or own a car, or afford attending theater, concerts, and other costly events…has given me remarkable insight into this world. Welcome aboard, Carl!

A rather nasty person who moved in eleven years ago on my floor, and shared the same hallway restroom, has suddenly passed on…from COVID-19, I presume. I will likely never know for sure, as it is against the new pandemic law to reveal a building resident’s cause of death (if it was indeed the novel coronavirus)…just as it is illegal to reveal how many residents have come down with the virus. It is ONLY okay to post a notice in the lobby that the virus has entered our building. But you are NOT allowed to post anything further: such as if more than one person came down with it, and/or died.

Attached is the notice on his door. You’d think the city would want to TEST the other residents who shared that restroom, but no, San Franshitsco doesn’t bother. I suspect that our medical system is ALLOWING older people (and, perhaps, LGBTs, blacks, immigrants, the disabled, etc.) to die, rather than receive any emergency care.

But he WAS a horrid fellow, gossiping awful things about me to other tenants, which just added to the misery of my existence in a city filled with monsters. But I just remain patient, recording everything that goes on around me, sitting here in my room by my work station, typing away with a hole in my sock (but not my head), and uploading my true tales to WordPress, Youtube, Facebook and Twitter.

So that is ONE enemy down, and three more to go (including the building manager), who have threatened and vilified me…and gone out of their way to try to wreck my life. So I say in advance: “good riddance to them all.”

And a Happy Belated St. Patrick’s Day to you, too, Carlyle! There will be more on this latest twist in the plot regarding my building, in the upcoming chapter called “My Prediction of the Pups’ Return.”

My tales are stunning, and reach far out (and beyond just the superficial theme of a doggy story) into the realm of the collective unconscious, touching upon MANY serious issues, elevating the reader’s mind, inspiring them, and giving them incredible ideas to ponder upon. Brindlekin Tales will transform the world, starting with the liberation of all sexual minorities, no matter which corner of the planet they’re trapped in.

But everyone loves a good dog story, so that’s where the tales start off, and unify the myriad OTHER tales and silver threads of wisdom woven therein. I sometimes think the world has stopped, just for me. That people have so much time on their hands, they’ll finally sit down and listen. Brindlekin Tales is the answer to all their questions, including yours.

– Ezekiel



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