
I walked in.
There was a girl there who looked like Andrew Ridgeley, the gentleman recording with George Michael on this album I had just bought.
She was acting incredibly obvious.
I bought some Pringles Sour Cream & Onion and two chocolate milks.
I went down to Lake Street to enjoy them.
There was a guy down there with braces on his teeth who looked like he could have been George Michael's former son. He was looking nervous and as if he 'knew' I had spotted something that he had a personal interest in...
Were these two guys on the album, George Michael and Andrew Ridgeley, my sons, and this guy with the braces my grandson, and the obvious girl where I bought my chips and milk, my grandaughter, and did the grandson marry the grandaughter???
These things come to me as I'm taking care of my daily chores!!!!
Careless Whisper...
And they were near each other...Again!!




"Shall I Come Back Again???"
134 East Johnson Street, #205
Madison, WI 53703
(608) 251-9438

Richard Marx was Jeanine's and my son when she was Urania...
Richard Marx was our son, Jeanine.
Elvis was our Father.
They were both Elvis' Grandsons twice, once through the female with Elvis as father and once through the male with Elvis as father.
They are both double grandsons of Elvis Presley when he was Zeus, the god of the Greeks...
I know you are there...I won't say where on the Internet...
I cannot afford an Art Bell button.
I must pay Brian Liston the $100 I promised him.
I have to pay back my brother, Dave, the $100 I owe him."
If it flys as it is without promotion, then I have succeeded with the world...
If it doesn't fly, then I am hoping it has succeeded with you...
I was sooooo lost when you left...
I criiiedd very deeply...
I couldn't even finish my cry comfortably because the incorporeal cut me off and launched me into a silent scream...
I got over it immediately and decided, if I had nothing better to do, I would remember you in the musical portraits I painted of our disjointed, but heart-felt {at least you can hear I am heart-felt} experience...
It was not my idea to threaten you...
The incorporeal was questioning me and then said, "Now!", I jumped for the phone, fearing what would happen without Him, and called you...
I didn't like any of this...
It is not me except for the music...
I was actually planning, with the themes I had already written, to write a gentle opera...
I didn't realize it was perhaps Millennium music until Christ appeared in my apartment.
I was shocked and stunned and you had already left me, I thought...
The Opera, and the music, ended up the most desperate and excruciating experience I have ever had...
The music Is utterly beautiful...
A Silent Scream Into The Void of God...

"OHHHHHHH, BBAAAABBBAAAYYY TUUURRRNNN SOME PA-GEEESSSS!!!!!!"
"I'LLLLL BEEE HEEAAHHH WHEN YOU ARE RREEEAADDAAAYYYY!!!!!!!"
"TO ROLL WITH THE CHAAANNGGEESSS!!!!!! ROLLLL WITH THE CHAANNGGESSSS!!!!"
"KKEEEEPPPP ONNN RROOLLLLLIIINNN'!!!!!!
"KEEEEEEPPP ONNN ROLLLLIIINNNN'!!!!!!"
"Oooooooooooooooo!!!! Oooooooooooooooooo!!!! Oooooooooooooo!!!!"
"KEEEEEEPPP ONNN ROLLLLIIINNNNN'!!!!"
"KEEEEEPPPPPP ONNNNN ROLLLLLIIINNNN'!!!!!!"
"OOOoooooooooooooooo!!!!! OOOooooooooooo!!!!!"
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Please Do..."


