but...I must try to put it all from my mind today and write. I'm locking myself inside the bedroom, with flowers and tea and music to provide my inspiration. I do want to finish a new story soon.
I haven't been able to concentrate on my writing since the shooting in CiCi's Pizza in North Vegas. The massacre has led to changes at Holden Farms, including the banning of firearms for all. It's too early to know if I did the right thing or if I acted out of emotion, but can I do nothing? I am responsible for those that live here and it's quite clear it's impossible to know if a person is one of those that can be trusted with guns or one that will become maniacs- so I've decided to institute a complete ban.
but...I must try to put it all from my mind today and write. I'm locking myself inside the bedroom, with flowers and tea and music to provide my inspiration. I do want to finish a new story soon.
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the Vegas killers on their wedding day. in the days that follow public violence, it always seems the perpetrators left a trail all over social media that pointed to the coming crimes. these killers are no different. here is the Facebook rant of the male killer. He was a Right Wing gun nut job ranting against government and organized society. This post was made on June 2nd, only days before the massacre outside a Walmart in North Vegas. We can hope for peace. We must, however, prepare for war. We face an enemy that is not only well funded, but who believe they fight for freedom and justice. Those of us who know the truth and dare speak it, know that the enemy we face are indeed our brothers. Even though they share the same masters as we all do. They fail to recognize the chains that bind them. To stop this oppression, I fear, can only be accomplished with bloodshed. May the best men of our beloved nation stand and fight tyranny, without fear and without regret. May we stand proud as free men instead of kneeling as slaves. May we offer our children a free and just world with our blood, sweat and tears as payment. Let our wives and lovers take vengeance upon our enemies in our absence. We cannot fail in this endeavor of Liberty, if we do we risk leaving our orphaned children to the will of tyrants. We, cannot with good conscience leave this fight to our children, because the longer we wait, our enemies become better equipped and recruit more mercenaries of death, willing to do a tyrants bidding without question. I know you are fearful, as am I. We certainly stand before a great and powerful enemy. I, however would rather die fighting for freedom, than live on my knees as a slave. Let it be known to our children's children that free men stood fast before a tyrants wrath and were found victorious because we stood together. That we all cast aside our petty differences and united under the banner of Liberty and Truth. May future generations look back upon this time in history with awe and gratitude, for our courage to face tyranny, so that they could live happy and free. I can hold a mass for one, a self-service funeral of weed and my manuscript and Mozart in my headphones. Having people share my apartments for the first time has forced me to go inward, trapped in my bedroom like a prisoner. No matter how much everyone tries to make me smile, I won't forget my husband - even if I have stopped talking about him. Can I ever truly let it go? Or will I pine for him for the rest of my life? but, how can my life have meaning if Ray is gone? with everything that happened, I just can't get over him. George tells me I must accept Ray won't be here. So I offer this Requiem for you, Ray. I'll never love another I'll never marry you'll always be the only one. Could there be anything more glorious than this pink explosion? The thought of making a man spend the night in a room like this makes me smile. I will tell you more today about George starting a school for Butlers at Holden Farms. George believes there can be a lot more civility in the world and it starts with him teaching you how to set a table.
and now I must speak with Saul. he's been quite irritable of late. my poor alpha man, so out of place in my home of pink and books and art. There are so many things I need to say, but I've been so busy lately I can't find time to write it all down. I have been delaying and putting off posting about what I met in Uxbridge, for it still gives me the creeps to even think about what happened in that room at the end of the hall.
but, yesterday. I went to the Downtown Container Park - as directed by a series of texts and e-mails I received throughout the morning. I don't know what I expected, but somehow I thought it would be something more than meeting Marcus. He did have information and wanted me to look at pictures from a file - does he need help with a case? Of course he didn't ask! Today, I will go into the city after morning tea. Saul and George will have full plates training the new recruits, so I should be able to get a few moments alone, which almost never happens. Yes, about the new recruits. I've been seeking men from the pool of newly paroled to join my mansion as workers, each attached to a woman whom the man must serve - for life. Because I believe rapists should forfeit their lives one way or the other. More about these plans later. While I wait on Saul to bring the entertainment to Holden Farms, it's time for tea and Led Zeppelin.
A new playlist begins. It's tea time in #Vegas I'm so very excited to read the story selection of the day, the next installment of Hannibal Lecter's story. I do hope you enjoy it. CALLING AN AUDIBLE Read the rest here!
Now that we have been entertained, it's time for the question of the day: What would you do with a billion dollars? I woke to the sound of my phone buzzing and buzzing on the nightstand with new messages. What's so important to wake me? I see my morning tea on a tray and can't help smiling. I look around my bedroom, but can't see George, even though I know he must be close. George always leaves something pretty with tea or coffee. What a perfect man. Now, about these texts. Tapping in the code, I look at the messages. All of them contain the same picture. 1 pm.
The Container Park? I've never been, nor do I have any idea what this is about or whom I might meet. I type a message to George. Send Saul to me, please. Looks like an adventure is in the forecast for this afternoon. |
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