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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:

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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.


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 Next Chapter

March 28, 2021

[BRINDLEKIN TALES – Book 3: Chapter 13]

Subject: How could I NOT include this image!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 27, 2021 8:23 PM

This is an old cartoon painting I did, and I recall showing it to you…maybe ten years ago? Anyway, I stumbled across it again while perusing my Gay Bible “/1-images” folder, and it struck me: I MUST include it in my book! So at first I embedded the link in my scathing rebuttal to a Jebus freak who emailed me in private, while I responded via the announce list. The image’s URL is right at the end of that long and hilarious missive.

Then I pasted my entire reply into chapter 12 of book 3, which I completed only moments ago. It’s a thumbnail version with a link to the larger pic. Now I ask you, good doctor:

How could I NOT include it in my book?

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: How could I NOT include this image!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 27, 2021 8:42 PM

> Sassy!!!!

The devil made me dump it.


Subject: The first 2 minutes…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 27, 2021 9:08 PM

…of my latest video featuring Deek, will show you a much calmer Deek, and more considerate. This is impressive! I think the doggie purchase/abduction/police debacle put him through some really good changes. The 2 minutes are NOT up, until AFTER Deek calls me back to the gate, and asks for something.

Re: [MCN-Announce]- Dog-2-Dog Delivery [my latest youtube video – 14.5 mins.]
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Lisa Harwood
Date: March 28, 2021 11:13 AM

> This one is really good, Zeke: has all your best elements with a distinct beginning, middle and ending.

Thanks! I’m new to videography, and work with rather rudimentary tools. However, I am not paying attention to technique, except for lowering my head more, to be sure to capture scenes on the ground or floor, such as when Lucky tugs on my pant cuff or nips at my feet. Which I have yet to master! Using an eyeglass camera is a challenge in that way. I’ll have to REALLY crane my neck down to capture the area around my feet, which means I won’t be able to see what may be looming ahead or behind me, while I do that. Otherwise, I’m really just letting things unfold w/o worrying about technique.

I would say that most of the credit goes to Kismet, than any real effort on my part. The stories make themselves…miracles are happening in my life so frequently, it’s hard to keep up! I am eager to capture them on film, in addition to writing down as much as I can. For posterity’s sake as well as the sheer joy of it all. FYI:

Not only does Deek not know I’m filming him, he doesn’t even know I’m writing TRUE tales about him and the pups! (I DID tell him I’m writing stories and doing videos, but they have nothing to do about him or the doggos.) By the time he discovers this, the world will already have its eyes turned on my Brindlekin Tales. This will make him famous and VERY well loved. Money will pour in, of which I will provide him with half. Thus, no longer houseless and poor; the pups will have a nice home and a lovely backyard to romp around all day long. That is how Book 3, and the trilogy, shall end…and I’ve only got 5 more chapters to go!

It is also my way of trying to protect Flaco & Lucky from being lost, stolen, or given up by Deek in one of his bipolar attacks. In that, my attempts to bring him local fame will make the neighborhood aware of him, and the scary situation regarding the dogs. In the chapters around this, I pleaded with my readers to show him compassion, not anger. Seeing as I am no longer in charge of the mutts, I HAD to come up with a way to get OTHERS to watch over them, and see to their safety and well-being. For this reason, I designed and purchased 1,500 Brindlekin business cards (with the link to my trilogy in bold, large font), then distributed them over five nights, throughout the Castro. I call these my devotional walks (or “Puppy Dolorosa”), and the cards my “Doggie Prayer Cards.” So far, though, I have not achieved the desired results, and am still alone in my struggle.

Meanwhile, things have settled into a more positive arrangement (after much eruption and conflict for a time), which has shown me that things are not anywhere NEAR as frightening as I first thought. But I still have to trust that the dogs will be just fine, and that Deek will NOT get Flaco pregnant, in his fantasy to start his own puppy mill money maker right there on the streets! She’s due to go into heat again, in about a month. Last time, she and Lucky were living with me, so I kept them safe.

Which then takes me into a more profound realm of the spiritual, whereby I consider that Deek is actually one of my bodhisattva guides (a.k.a. “guardian angel”) which he brilliantly acknowledged by that angel label attached to the cart, and the all-white rag doll contained therein). Which also implies that he’s ALWAYS taken good care of the pooches, and that he even has a nice place to live, and never WAS homeless in the first place. That is: as one of my spiritual teachers, he plays the role of vagrant, setting up story after story for me to write down, and in which he builds me up to be the hero of all these incredible tales…including acting out the persona of a somewhat disturbed individual, that I may intervene in order to set him on the right path, and also save the pups’ lives. Ergo:

DEEK IS THE TRUE AUTHOR OF BRINDLEKIN TALES, and I, merely the recording secretary!

But as I stated before, all this is discussed IN my recent chapters, for which reason I need not go further in explaining to you, what I believe is REALLY taking place. For one of the purposes of these tales, is to spare me from repeating myself over and over to curious individuals. Instead, I just direct them to my trilogy. One particular chapter I think you should read ASAP, in light of our present e-conversation, is: “Vistaprint Cards Have Arrived.”

It also brings up my “Bodhisattva Premise,” so you’ll get a better idea of what I believe is actually going on. Which premise is also discussed in many other chapters. In one particular chapter I employ game theory to delve into my premise in a most entertaining manner. That would be the piece I call “Checkmate, Mr. Kuzlowski.”

It is from an actual series of threads on the discussion list, with our token Nazi lunatic, whom I call “Kuzlowski” in my tales. Another incredible thing to know about my tales, is that a HUGE part of them are expressed through email communication between myself and a long-term resident of Mendocino…whom I call “Tara Roosevelt” at first, then a bit further down the line, “My Dear Wattson.” She is a superb author in her own right.

That’s it for now, Lisa…and thanks immensely for your kind interest in my adventures and struggles!

– Zeke Krahlin

Re: [MCN-Announce]- Dog-2-Dog Delivery ADDENDUM
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Lisa Harwood
Date: March 28, 2021 11:28 AM

Based on my conjecture that Deek is not what he appears to be, but is, instead, a bodhisattva guardian, then he already KNOWS I’m recording him, and is enjoying the heck out of the whole scenario, in which he is shaping me into the hero of my own tales, WHICH HE IS CREATING. You should also know:

You are now part of my tales, as one “Lisa Harwood,” seeing as your remarks and questions are a nice way of summarizing to the reader, recent events of import that have already appeared in previous chapters. Just search for “harwood” in each of the following episodes: “A Miracle on Market Street,” “The Next Chapter” and “The Next Next Next Next Chapter.”

My upcoming chapter will be #13 of Book 3, in which these latest emails will also appear. Hopefully, any further communiqué we have will not unduly disrupt the flow of our conversation.

– Zeke

P.S.: Here is the chapter, “In My Defense,” which lays out my justification, and the urgency, of taking over ownership of Deek’s pups. Especially since he started GOSSIPING to his street allies that I STOLE them.

Re: [MCN-Announce]- Dog-2-Dog Delivery ADDENDUM
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Lisa Harwood
Date: March 28, 2021 3:56 PM

> Guardianship goes both ways in your friendship with Deek. My guess was that Deek knew you were recording him, and I got that impression from his good mood expression, which is the look you generally see when folks realize they are being recorded and are enjoying the experience.

I certainly agree, that this IS the case!

> Zeke: This is my heartfelt suggestion (and I have been thinking this way for some days now): That you take Deek to the IRS place as his advocate to apply for the $1400 check issued by the IRS. There is no way that money was intended be re-directed for child support payments by SS. It was passed to help stabilize the lives of every resident in the country (non-citizens included).

Sadly, regarding the 2nd stimulus, that was NOT the situation in SOME of the red states, including Deek’s home state of Louisiana.

And here is the letter he received from the U.S. Dep’t of Treasury.

> The new Stimulus bill includes separate large payments for each child in a family, added to the payments sent to the parent providing primary support and care of the child. . . If the same diversion that happened to the last Stimulus check is happening to estranged fathers who live on the street this time, the whole intent of the payment to help stabilize their lives is being perverted.

Signing Deek up for this latest stimulus is NOT the problem…it’s so many other things that have to do with his own irascibility.

> You have a history of advocacy in your past, and I think as a volunteer guardian (of the civic kind), you are the one who can make (and record) the case for Deek.

I assure you, Lisa, I am WAY ahead of the curve, when it comes to assisting Deek on ALL matters, including gov’t subsidies. I will encourage him to apply for the third stimulus, as this time around they won’t garnish it for child support.

> And if they turn him down again (given the attachment of direct payments per child to their primary caregiving parent) you should send your recordings to SF media (starting with that radio show “Talk from the Street” you listen to. Because it means it is happening to other men also, and that story has not been told publicly.

I have already contacted them on other serious issues for the poor and the homeless, and they always ignore me. The last time was over Medi-Cal’s astronomical monthly share of cost in MOST states, including California. This is a MAJOR issue, because THAT means those so poor that they NEED Medicaid, cannot AFFORD the share cost, so what good is it? You’d think they’d wanna cover it, but no. I think they are limiting their choice of coverage based on how it can benefit THEM in some way, or do not care to touch the more difficult issues. I have ALSO been ignored in this Medicaid fiasco by ALL the major progressive and alternative media, as well as politicians I’ve contacted, including Nancy Pelosi. You can read ONE of my blogs about it, here (I’ve posted several).

There is also the matter of Deek’s refusal to be part of any news attention, or plugged into the system in any way.

> You have a volume of work, with a consistent point of view, and because of the pups, I really believe a video recording your advocacy (attached to video involving the pups) would attract media attention.

I’d need Deek’s cooperation with that, and he REFUSES to be part of any activist cause, including my own efforts. Biting his nose to spite his face, is one of his frustrating aspects.

> The $500 guaranteed income money given to residents living in Stockton for the past few years by their young mayor reduced their daily anxiety so much, that a year later, it was discovered found that 40+% of the recipients were able to secure full time jobs. Having regular money coming in not only reduced their daily anxiety. Money in their pockets, to spend at their own discretion increased the recipients sense of self-worth, to the extent they thought themselves worthy of making their way in the world—so to speak.

Yes, I am WELL AWARE of these guaranteed income experiments, as I DO keep up with such news, that is related to the low income and poor. I KNOW all the good GMI can achieve.

> Any way: think about it. You and the pups would be shiny light on an injustice (if indeed re-routing what’s supposed to be a universal stability payment is continuing to be re-routed into delinquent child support.)

I have tried numerous times to bring attention to major issues of inequity through ALL the major channels–not just the Medicaid tragedy–only to be ignored at best, and vilified at worst. So that route, I’ve concluded, is an utter waste of time. I even get shunned by my own LGBT community for all the homeless outreach I’ve done over many years! If you’re NOT part of this or that political or social clique, you are SILENCED. Thank god for the Internet, where I can, in some important ways, go over their selfish little pin heads!

> Stabilization is what the $1400 Stimulus check is supposed to be about. The most democratic step taken by government in our lifetime. And who knows: one office visit may be enough to secure Zeke his own check, simply because they have already changed the rules.

Deek will NOT participate in any gov’t program. If he were the type to do that, he’d already be benefiting in any number of ways. His own obstinance and paranoia have put up an impossible wall to break down. Besides which:

That money will do him little good, as he wastes it like there’s no tomorrow! He REFUSES to open a bank account, and REFUSES to go through other processes such as getting state (or even city) ID. And he’s always LOSING any papers or cards he obtains within a few days. I’ve offered to hold onto such things for him, but he stubbornly fights against that. Then, when something falls through for him, he turns around and blames ME!

If I go ahead and process his $1400 stimulus, it will take two or more months to arrive…so while waiting for it, he’ll be a nervous wreck, accusing me of spending the money myself! Thanks to him, he’s made my receiving stimulus windfalls a miserable, hellish experience, to the point where I wish they’d never happen! Furthermore, he would NEVER consider giving me some of that money to repay me, in part, for my OWN generous financial aid to him! Which I would set aside for the pups’ needs, since he doesn’t care to do that himself.

And, once more, had you read my tales from the beginning, you’d know all this by now, thus wouldn’t offer the suggestions you just have. Believe me, Lisa, I am ON TOP OF ALL THIS AS BEST I CAN! I am not asking anyone for help or ideas, as no one has anything new or effective to offer…they simply suggest things I’ve already tried.

Deek is an incredibly FRUSTRATING person to deal with…as is the case with MOST people afflicted with bipolarity. So, in order to build and maintain a friendship with these kind, you can NOT reject them simply because they refuse to operate through conventional channels. But, of course, if you really cannot DEAL with all the disappointment and exacerbation this entails, then it IS better to just walk away. I choose NOT to, for the sake of the doggies.

– Zeke

Subject: Good news!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 28, 2021 4:31 PM

Since I already have Deek’s personal data on my system, I decided to check with the IRS about his third stimulus payment, and guess what…

They already sent it out on the 26th, to the church which address he used to get the LAST stimulus. Keeping my fingers crossed that no complications will ensue. He still needs to figure out how to get it cashed, as I can’t do that for him. There are other people he knows with a roof over their heads who can help. He’s a LOT better off than he puts on; just likes to muddy anything that comes his way.

– Zeke

Re: The first 2 minutes…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 28, 2021 5:18 PM

> So cute the way they hop up the stairs, all eager!!

Oh god, I know! Just climbing the stairs with them is a pearl of great price. Here’s a frame from that video I used for the thumbnail. It’s when I step back in, after handing Deek 8 quarters.

Re: Good news!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 28, 2021 5:49 PM

> That’s terrific. All I get when I check on my forthcoming payment is “No information available…”

Me too. That’s because the Trump administration screwed up old folks on Social Security. Our stimulus money WILL arrive, but not for awhile yet.

Subject: The 2nd Phone Call
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 28, 2021 6:47 PM

I phoned Deek a half hour ago, to tell him the good news. He didn’t answer, so I left a voicemail. Some minutes later my Chronic webmail alerts me that three voicemails have arrived…all from Deek. The first one was silent, the second one he said, “Hey Zeke, whazzup?” and the third one was, once more, silent. I had forgotten to turn my land-line phone ringer back on, which I did a few days ago, just so Deek can reach me pronto. But I got several scam calls during that time, got tired of picking up the phone because of that, so turned the ringer off. Now, I’ve turned it back on again.

Then I called Deek back. Here’s how our conversation went:

Deek: "Yeah?"

Me: "This is Zeke, didn't you listen to your voicemail?"

Deek: "Uhhh...nope." (He probably didn't set it up, 'cause doesn't know how.)

Me: "Well, I'm calling to tell you some good news!"

Deek: "What?" [aside: "Cut it out, Lucky!"]

Me: "Since I have all your personal information, I logged onto the IRS site to see what's up with your stimulus check and, since I've already set things up with them the last time around, they said it was mailed out two days ago, to 100 Diamond Street, that's the church. So you should go over there tomorrow, see if it's arrived yet."

Deek: "They probably sent my money to child support."

Me: "No, our new president made sure that won't happen this time. So you SHOULD get the full amount."

Deek: "I'm not keeping my hopes up."

Me: "Yeah I get it...the government gives from one hand, then takes from the other. But I'm pretty sure you'll get your money this time."

Deek: "Yeah but then how do I cash it?"

Me: "Don't you know some people to help you out with that...say, pay them a hundred dollars for their trouble? Convert the check to one of those blue dot, green dot cards, whatever they call 'em?"

Deek: "Aw, not really."

Me: "Then you'll have to sign it over to me by writing on the back 'Make payable to Ezekiel Krahlin,' then sign it. You don't HAVE ID, so you just can't go to a bank and cash it."

Deek: "I don't know, but I'm really hurtin'. I'd have to go to the city jail to get a mug shot."

Me: "You mean that's where you can get a San Francisco ID?"

Deek: "Uh-huh. I think I'll wait till Wednesday when the church does mail check, to see if it really arrived."

Me: "Why don't you get some ID between now and then while you're waiting? It'll help in other ways."

Deek: "Maybe. Don't worry, I'll get it worked out."

Me: "Okay then."

Deek: "See ya later Zeke; thanks."

Me: "Bye!"


Deek’s surely not the best phone talker, I can tell you THAT much! Though I think the IRS MIGHT send da moolah in a debit card, which would be fantastic. So long as he doesn’t forget his PIN code…or lose his card! Both of which are highly possible. I can at LEAST ask him to tell me the code, so I can save it in my Deek file. But after all is said and done:

What good is the money gonna do him anyway?

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: Good news!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 28, 2021 8:30 PM

> Yeah–makes sense that they’d wreck that on their way out the door, to make it look as though Biden “failed.”

I don’t THINK it was a last-minute sabotage, though of course I could be wrong. My guess is that it was the result of Trump hiring his cohorts in strategically important gov’t positions, such as the IRS, Social Security, the EPA, HUD, the CDC, the USPS and so on…to start dismantling the system in favor of warlords, fascists and billionaires. So of course they’d include low income elderly collecting gov’t funds as one of their prime targets. Now the Democratic Party is desperately working to unravel all the damage done. Though they ARE equally culpable for allowing our nation to go off the rails in the first place…with their own participation in cutbacks, war on drugs, etc.

The Dems can’t get it together FAST enough, plus they have their OWN corrupt elements to address. So if there was ever a time when we needed Reptilian Overlords to intervene and clean up this disastrous mess with their super-duper advanced technology, NOW is the time! BTW, I inserted that incredible telephone drawing by my illustrator for “Free Me From This Bond,” Sid Rohan, right above the passage about my 2nd phone call to Deek, which will appear in the next chapter. I think it’s an especially nice touch, and a sweet way to honor her incredible achievement in bringing that novel to life.

Deek sounded really down in the dumps over the line, so I decided to front him another $60, which completes his full month’s allowance for March. Didn’t think I could pull it off financially, but I’m dong okay…enough to cover my next ISP bill, with $70 remaining till the 3rd arrives. So I walked to the Chase branch three blocks away and finger-fucked the ATM, then got back hovel and dialed him up. HE DIDN’T ANSWER THE GODDAM PHONE! So I left a message, but what good will THAT do? TWO pieces of good news…not one, but TWO…in the same evening, yet he’s STILL Gloomy Gus! I just gotta remind myself:

It’s all an act, and here I am down to the home stretch with Victory my paramour, waiting to hand me that elusive-yet-ultimate trophy as I bust through the ribbon. I just hope he takes that cigarette out of his mouth, for the camera…he ain’t no Humphrey Bogart! (Ha, ha, just my latest riposte to Arwyn.)

– Zeke K-Holmes

The Next Next Next Next Chapter

March 27, 2021

[BRINDLEKIN TALES – Book 3: Chapter 12]

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:


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.


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.


– 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

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:


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:


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:


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?


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 Next Next Chapter

March 25, 2021

[BRINDLEKIN TALES – Book 3: Chapter 11]

15 Quotes by Carl Jung

Re: Such a glorious pic!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 23, 2021 1:15 PM

> That is a truly great picture. Eloquent in so many ways. Even the grubby old rug looks magical.

This is the work of a greater spirit than myself…for I never had any intention of creating such a masterful tableau.

> Perked ears, the curving Jungian-archetype staircase

Yes, “Jungian,” very much so. I think of it as Flaco looking down through the tunnel of time, or upon the vast world of which she is but an infinitely minuscule speck, yet SO important in spite of that…maybe she’s actually the CENTER of it all. And the lighting is superb, condensing around her head like a halo…she’s about to step into the light!

> and an optical illusion: it’s not hard to imagine that she’s at the BOTTOM of an M.C. Escher sort of staircase.

Or she’s a mini-minotaur who suddenly stumbled upon the labyrinth’s exit!

But once again, I’m kicking myself for yet another lost opportunity regarding my homemade videos. For I had recorded a full-length stroll with the pups, totaling around 22 minutes. After going through them, I thought the only thing “special” about it was that scene where Lucky joyfully squirms on his back in wild abandon. And that IS indeed a magnificent little clip, which I have preserved on Youtube, entitled “Lucky’s Playful Nature.”

However, after permanently deleting the rest of those “stroll” videos, I realized I had shot three or four scenes of Lucky kicking up the dust and dirt with his chunky hind legs…so cute! Had I not been reckless in deleting those videos, I’d’ve now had a priceless string of clips to splice together and upload as a single video to delight the world. So once more I must depend on my Lizard Guardians to have captured those scenes, that they may restore them for posterity. And so it shall be!

FYI, there remain four significant emails to you, that you may have not read yet…perhaps you inadvertently skipped over them, or DO plan to read them soon. So, in case they’ve eluded you thus far, here are the subject titles, that you may read them when you find the time:

“That would be a terrible thing…”

“I have it all figured out.”

“San Franshitsco is once again the murder capital of the world!”

“Now My Room is Pupless Again…”

If for some reason you can’t locate them in your emailbox, you will find them all contained within my latest chapter.

However, if you HAVE read them all, but choose NOT to comment on them, that’s perfectly fine with me! I just hope you at least did not miss out on my Nazi speculation, as explicated in the second email in that list above! Ha-ha.

My Brindlekin Trilogy is close to completion! Working on chapter 10 of Book 3 right now. Book One contains 19 chapters, Book Two 18, so I presume the final book will end with chapter 17. At least, that’s what My Cerebrally Scintillating Saurians from Sector Seventeen of the Sagittarius Star System tell me! Or as they so eloquently and telepathically put it:


> For the past couple of years, I’ve been getting paid steadily by a guy back east to write his novel for him. He’s in awe of what I’ve done with his fascinating life story. He tried to do it himself, but the resulting manuscript was beyond clumsy and amateurish. Through a series of serendipitous propinquities, the manuscript first came to me as a mere “editing” job (a good, relatively easy way for me to earn $$); I saw that it was hopeless, rewrote a couple of chapters, sent them off. He was in awe of what his story turned into in the hands of a talented professional, and so he said: Why don’t you just re-write the whole thing? I’ll pay. So that’s what I’ve been doing. And I’ve really dug it–the project is WAY worthy of my talents and has been a first-rate creative romp for me.

SO glad to hear that, Wattson…that just made my day!

> And get this–the guy’s son is a comedian and movie maker with all sorts of connections to TV, film, etc. So that could be good for me down the line, too.

DOUBLE made my day!

> Am trying to get a draft off to him by the end of the month, so that’s the “deadline” I’m under.

Break a leg! Do not, I repeat, DO NOT spend any time on my emails if they in any way would hamper your ability to MEET that deadline.

BTW, Deek just called to me again from across the void (a.k.a. “Market Street”). He asked for dog food, and a bowl to hold water…he said that’s all he wants right now. Again, he was hassle free…and the pups happy, healthy and joyful as always. Yay!

But that explains why, about four or five paragraphs up, your scrolling down the missive suddenly turned sluggish, because I had stepped out for a few moments. :D

At any rate, I caught it on video, which turned out to be VERY important, because the pooches were off-leash and ran up to two OTHER dogs strolling by with owners in tow. Both of mutts got up close and personal like, barking up a bit of a storm, but nary a nip from all parties involved!

Further PROOF that while they might bark, they definitely do NOT bite! That piece will be uploaded to my channel later today.

– Zeke Krahlin-Holmes

From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 23, 2021 4:01 PM

And THAT, My Dear Wattson, is THE most significant reason why the pups were in my charge for a time. I wasn’t even THINKING about that aspect when I assumed ownership. Otherwise, Deek may inDEED have attempted to make her pregnant. It will NOT happen, ever, now, because at this point he knows FULL WELL I would NOT stop at preventing such a tragedy, even if it meant carting him off to jail and placing the dogs up for adoption. For if the SPCA knew I lived in just a single room, they might DENY me the privilege, even though they’d be MUCH better off than on the streets, or with anyone else.

– Zeke K-Holmes

From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 23, 2021 4:52 PM

> She could go into heat again at any time. Dangerous for her, for everybody!!!

Three or four times a year for small dogs! She last went into heat in late January, so at four times per year, she’s due again in late April. If three times, then it would be late May. Regardless, it IS serious. However, Deek seems to have a better sense now, of their well-being. Sad to dwell on this, but in a very real way, it might be best to find him dead on the streets, where I can whisk the dogs back home. THEN I’d only have to deal with the building manager’s perverted hostility. SOMEthing has to give in my favor…and very soon. BTW, here’s a better glimpse of Kevin, just eight seconds long. Following on his heels is our handyman, Jose.

From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 23, 2021 5:22 PM

> From an article about doggie abortion. Not particularly practical in this situation, I know, but interesting to know it’s possible:
>”If you suspect your dog has only mated in the last 22 days, then an injection of Alizin, an antiprogestagenic compound can be given which will terminate the growing cluster of cells inside your dog. If given this early in the pregnancy it will be 100% effective. It can also be administered later on in the pregnancy, but it is less likely to be as effective.”
> Read more at:

Yes, that IS good to know, thanks. But I’m sure the treatment would be rather expensive. Be that as it may, I will see if Deek volunteers to declare he will NOT get her pregnant. Otherwise, I’ll have to confront him about this. Which of course will likely blow up in my face…he’ll stay away from me…thus forcing my hand to IMMEDIATELY report him for animal abuse. In which case, I will hopefully have a video recording of his refusing to agree to not get her knocked up. Including possible lunatic ranting to seal the deal.

However, he may outwardly AGREE to my ultimatum, only to appease my concern…without actually following through, and getting her pregnant anyway. My fear is that he has this fantasy about starting his OWN puppy mill on the streets, those dollar signs going “ka-ching, ka-ching” in his deluded dreams.

Jeez! Yet another monstrous threat looms ahead in my life! So should I worry? NO, absolutely not. This is is yet another bodhisattva tempering of the spirit. The amazing thing about Flaco is that, when I gazed upon her nestled in that hole she dug across the street, wondering if I’ll ever see her again:

She looked upon me with joy, and I got this message: “Do not WORRY, Zeke, everything will work out great. You will NEVER lose me, and I will ALWAYS be fine.”

That was back in October 30th, and look at all the adventures that have since ensued! Surely I will be spared from any further trials!

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: Found ’em!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 23, 2021 9:08 PM

You will be glad to know I have recovered those video scenes of Lucky strutting his stuff with his chunky hind legs, after a good poop or pee! Thought I lost ’em when I deleted a slew of recordings, but, no, I did not, thank Artemis.

This is in reference to a previous email you might not have read yet…so, sorry if this post was a tad confusing.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: Oops. Here it is:
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 23, 2021 9:22 AM

> [closeup image of cat’s paw]

An exquisite work of nature’s art! I could meditate on that for hours…and I just might.

Subject: Deek called me on the phone for the first time, last night…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 24, 2021 9:53 AM

…and guess what his first words were. (Hint: it was a question, and right after midnight; the date is also significant.)

Re: Deek called me on the phone for the first time, last night…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 24, 2021 12:12 PM

> Hey, man, did the $1400 come yet?

Nailed it, good doctor.

It was our very first phone conversation! Too bad it was so sour, though. Here’s how it went down:


"Did the stimulus check arrive?" I of course told him no it didn't, sorry.

Then he griped, "You'll probably never get it."

"That's not true," I replied, "It WILL show up, eventually."

"You should check every day," he advised.

"No I shouldn't, they come in weekly batches. so the next deposit will arrive...guess when...a week from today."

"You still might not get it."

"Right, but we've been through this before, twice. And each time you kept whining almost every day that it won't show up, or I already got it, and I'm playing you. Then, finally, it showed up and I gave you half the amount."

"No I didn't."

"Well, whatever, you'll just have to hang in there."


"Give the doggies a hug for me!"

"Okay." *click*


At least he’s holding onto his smartphone for a change. But these stimulus checks have been more a curse on my existence, than a blessing. Thanks to Deek’s miserable attitude, he’s sucked all the joy out of it. He’s a walking bullshit maker; anyone who gets near him is spider-webbed into pointless drama!

In addition to giving him half the stimulus, I’m going to make up for the weeks I stopped his allowance…after subtracting that $300 I gave him for purchasing the pups, which covers all of January. February’s payment owed is $240 (because 4 Sundays instead of 5), plus $60 for March, since I’ve already resumed his $60 weekly allowance starting last Sunday, plus gave him an additional $40 five days before that, to cover his smartphone expense. And $20 four days before THAT. So, the total he’s due is $1,000! And, he wants the entire $700 in one lump sum.

I already suggested he set aside a chunk of that for the pups, but he ignored me. Maybe I’ll tell him I’m gonna keep the additional $300 to spend on the doggos…he’ll probably scream “rip-off!” Having said all that:

His complete trust in my caring for the dogs again is impressive. He didn’t come running back early in the morning to collect them, but waited until late evening. I believe his demanding the pups back the previous day I had them over, TWICE, ON A RAINY DAY, was a test to see if I was good to my word: that I will no longer force him to get the police to intervene.

So I’m also not worried about him getting Flaco pregnant any more…as I think he now realizes the potential tragedy in doing so, and how that will ruin HIS life. Indeed, my threatening to call Animal Control for abuse and have them taken from him, also contributes to his concern. (I ALSO reminded him that OTHER dog lovers out there might decide to report him…and there are SCADS of canine worshippers in San Franshitsco!) And he KNOWS I’ll do it, because I already showed the guts to call the cops on him, as well as risk my own eviction and/or arrest, for the sake of Flaco & Lucky. Besides, Flaco WAS in estrus once before, when Deek had him, and he did NOT try to get her inseminated.

It is unlikely, therefore, he’ll use the doggies for leverage, as in not letting me have them until he gets that stimulus money. For he DID trust me with them, even though not expecting any allowance until that resumes in April. However, I surprised him with $60 last Sunday…told him I’ve decided to stretch a bill payment over the next four months, so I can start his allowance in the middle of THIS month. Though I prefer NOT to be in debt for anything, I’m making this one exception.

I’m actually NOT in debt; I made this up because I think it’s best to handle it this way. The COST of his foolish behavior has a steep price to it, so hopefully this will change him for the better. It seems to be working.

Whew! I am SO exhausted from playing Battle of the Bodhisattvas, and would prefer to fold up the gameboard, gather up the pieces, and just march away. However, the lives and happiness of two astounding little doggies are at stake…thus I remain vigilant.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: Here’s a bit of kitty porn to brighten your day:
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 24, 2021 12:56 PM

> I have a new phone with a kick-ass camera (had to buy it–old one obsolete and not working). Am having a lot of fun messing around with it.

I got the lovely cat-paw pic in your previous email, but it looks like your “kitty porn” pic did not get through…unless that’s it! BTW, I removed that hideous Youtube play button from my “Stairs” image, even though I first thought it was an enhancement to the levels of meaning. Maybe it was, but I think the final result is better.

I predict that it will be replicated in stained glass, among many other images and scenes around my life, when my “First Temple of Neo-Positivity” is erected. It will be a place of worship, meditation and camaraderie for all LGBTs and their allies. Those of any faith (or non-faith) will be welcome, and I will give sermons via Skype (as opposed to Zoom, because the word “Skype” is reminiscent of “sky god”), on a big screen just above (and a little behind) the Altar of Artemis. Instead of a communion wafer, each devotee shall receive a cinnamon flavored jumbo jelly bean. I suspect that my apartment building will be remodeled into just such a sanctuary. There will be a special adjunct to serve homeless people with pets. This, too, shall pass. Later this year.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Re: Here’s a bit of kitty porn to brighten your day:
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 24, 2021 1:37 PM

> I hope you’ll be doing an occasional human sacrifice!

Soylent red jelly beans…IT’S PEOPLE!

Re: Here’s a bit of kitty porn to brighten your day:
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 24, 2021 1:53 PM

> How to Serve Man.

The proof is in the pudding…or in Pedigree’s “Home Style Roasted Chicken, Rice & Vegetable Flavor in Gravy.”

> 100 handy crockpot recipes.

More like “crackpot” recipes, since that’s the main ingredient.

– Zeke K-Holmes

P.S.: You know this shit’s going into my book, don’t you? Kudos!

Subject: Stairs v.2.0
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 24, 2021 7:58 PM

Click here for a larger view.

Re: Stairs v.2.0
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 25, 2021 8:06 AM

> Beautiful!!!!!!!!

What also make the photo striking (either version) are the balance, composition, and sparse color palette…just three hues: blue, brown and white. Once I become famous–especially the reason for WHY I do–there will be artists coming up with different renderings of “Stairs,” some of which I will purchase to decorate my NEW home: a glorious old castle somewhere along the Scottish coastline…possibly high up in the northern quarters, where the wiverns play. Here’s a larger version.

It already LOOKS like an oil painting. The INNOCENCE of a dog looking out on all that…ETERNITY! And there are no walls, just light all around.

– Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: One thing lead to another…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 25, 2021 4:20 PM

…while figuring a better way to shoot video from my window to the far sidewalk. Since my spyglasses don’t have a zoom-in feature, I couldn’t record very well, Deek & pups from across Market Street. Which I tried earlier today. They were just too miniscule from that distance. I then thought to use my smartphone, but a moment later I recalled that I DO have a digital camera…a very nice one in fact. The Canon Power Shot. Though I’ve NOT used it for months. So I tested its video zoom, and  voilà…excellent! But what’s extra nice about dusting off the old camera, is I discovered four night shots of Deek and Lucky from October 2019. This was before they acquired Flaco. And I really can’t imagine those two withOUT that lovely lady-pooch! Here’s one of those pics:

Click here for a larger view.

Re: One thing lead to another…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 25, 2021 7:29 PM

> OMG, what a shot!!!!

That sweet pup on just a swatch of cloth laid out upon the cold, hard concrete..,yet faithful and loving through it all, never a yap or whine of complaint. The utter vulnerability sleeping right out there in the open, along a busy street populated by raving drunks, homeless lunatics and the fickle weather, often frigid at night from the gusty, ocean air.

You know, I’ve tried to speak to Boulevard Joe for months now, but he remains elusive. I did see him about a week ago, but with Deek. And it was pouring rain, so I had to let that moment go and speed the dogs back hovel. I want badly to inform him that, if anything should happen to Deek, such as an arrest or rush to the hospital, Flaco & Lucky should be promptly brought to me, not get lost in s shuffle and never seen again. That would be a tragedy, especially for the pups. I have no idea where I can track him down…perhaps I should take some walks between my hovel and Dolores Park tomorrow, or even over the next few days.

Well, I DID see him two months back, and a few weeks before that, but each time he acted like he’s avoiding me: always in a rush, gotta get somewhere. There is NO ONE else on the streets I can speak with as a friend!

At least my phone number, email and street address are now in Deek’s contact app. In fact, I’m the ONLY one in his contact app. The rest is up to the Fates, whom I trust with all my heart. For they have shown me so many wonders since Late October!

I have just published chapter 10 of book 3, which is a collection of my most recent brindlekin videos. The last in that list is my “doggy meal prep” piece, which includes more of those hilarious Reptilian blurbs scattered throughout. The thumbnails alone are brilliant…some of which I uploaded myself, because Youtube’s algorithm is not always up to snuff.

It’s called “The Next Next Chapter,” because the previous chapter is “The Next Chapter,” for want of a better title. But after naming it that, I thought it would be great to name ALL remaining chapters the same, with an extra “next” for each one until the book est fini. Assuming 17 chapters total, the last chapter will be titled “The Next Next Next Next Next Next Next Next Next Chapter.”

BRINDLEKIN TALES IS GONNA ROCK THE WORLD…AND VERY SOON! Don’t know HOW that’s gonna happen, or exactly WHEN, but surely through unconventional channels. It is a multimedia trilogy, that simply can NOT be converted into standard publication. Though it SHALL be, eventually, minus all videos, audio clips and pics. It’ll still be an outstanding three books, nonetheless, for the words alone carry the most weight and VERY important lessons for humanity. Though they are MY lessons first, conveying them via public domain will trigger incredible changes across the globe.

By then, EVERY CANIS FAMILIARIS ON THE PLANET will seek to be my guardian, and I, theirs! When you have Cerberus on your side nothing’s impossible! GROWRRR!

– Ezekiel Joseph Krahlin-Holmes

The Next Next Chapter

March 25, 2021

[BRINDLEKIN TALES – Book 3: Chapter 10]

This is a consolidation of my most recent “Flaco & Lucky Video Vérité,” for the convenience and delight of Canis familiaris lovers everywhere: 13 videos of sheer puppy heaven!

Jus’ Goin’ for Some Coffee

Flaco Loves Her Hide-y Spots!

Back From the Restroom!

Lucky’s Playful Nature

Some Sweet Lovin’

Down the Stairs & Out the Gate We Go!

Lucky Struts His Stuff

Neck Scritches & Belly Rubs

You’re Pulling My Leg! And Tail!

Drying the Pups Off

Next Morning After Pups’ Return

They Love Their Duck Jerky Treats!

Doggy Meal Prep

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.


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.


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


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):


“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.”


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:

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

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.

Deek & Pooches Come Back…yay! (part 2) – 4 mins.

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):

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.

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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

Oh Blissful Rest (a triptych)

March 22, 2021

Three lovely doggy pics joined together!

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