>Hunter said I should have asked her if she still shaved her legs with husquavarna, whatever that is, but you know me, diary, "always take the highroad."
>I just smiled and told her, "I don't know what it is but I've developed a splitting headache, do you mind if we visit another time? " and grabbed her knee sized elbow and walked her to the door. "Maybe next time we could take a mud bath," I said as she moved away. I was thinking of fat black hippos, but I don't think she 'got it' 'cause she never turned around just kept walking away the huge muscles of her delts writhed like pythons; so I think it landed. Anyway, who's keeping score?
I had just laid down for a nap on my daybed, had barely closed my eyes, when I woke up to find Corn Pop (in POTUS Joe) beside me, on his knees, praying!
Really diary my unofficial, contingent book editor says they need a full description of anything sexual because sex, which is called 'erotica' in publishing - that's what sells. An actual demon lover would sell, sell sell! Let me tell you, diary, having a demon lover is not as romantic as it sounds. Frozen semen, corpse smell on the sheets - That's when I almost fainted with the horror, the marrow froze in my bones, diary. It wasn't Corn Pop, the demon - it was POTUS Joe, having what a 'lucid interval" which to anyone else, would look like a demon- - not to me. (I know my husband, POTUS Joe.)
I'm going to tell that editor if it's praying, marital intercourse, pregnancy and childbirth they're after they made an non-recoupable advance the wrong Dark Mother. Anais Nin never wrote about women having sex with their husbands! What do they think I am?
Hunter Joe says POTUS Joes been on the internet by himself "researching his speech" and that's the only explanation I can think of that makes sense. Anyway it happened.
POTUS Joe rose from his knees, looked at me in a kind, by strange way and said, "FEAR NOT, FOR THE LION OF JUDAH, THE ROOT OF DAVID, HAS CONQUERED. HE CAN OPEN THE SEALS!"
Did I tell you diary about my friend John McG at CIA? We used to run gun parts out of Surabaya back in the day. Anyway diary, I have a special device to communicate with McG at CIA which looks just like an ordinary butt plug, but has all kinds of amazing features. My friend at CIA had heard the would thing and sent a minion to intervene. The minion POTUS Joe in the neck with a carfentanil dart, (thank you Xi!) and PF flips in the air three times like a cartoon coyote and lands on his back with little POTUS full staff.
Two hours later diary,. We're still waiting on Hilldawg's Haitian Bokor, but McGee checks out his rep on the NCIS database and it turns out he has a bunch of convictions for burglarizing mortuaries and desecrating graves. "He looks qualified, " says McG.
I'm gonna cut to the chase, diary, the Bokor and McG both agreed that the Whitehouse has an angelic infection, left over from Drummmff praying to his non existent God everywhere. Satan can't be everywhere at the same time. It's not the first time angels have entered our dimension and harassed decent, satan fearing pedovores. They say it must have been the damn angel that chased off Corn Pop and sent poor POTUS Joe to reading to a Jesus freak web site.
Never a dull moment diary.
That's all for now diary, the Haitian says it's a powerful angel, and the only known cure is to do an authentic voodoo ritual with chickens, rum and cigars. McG from CIA says we really have no choice, even if it means eating Tasmanian cave bat shit, which it does, in the final part of the ritual.
2 oz or fresh Malaysian cave bat excrement. They are all out at the Ye Olde Alembic and Athanor Magickke Shoppe, but CIA thinks there might be some in the director's safe left over from entertaining the Dalia Lama.
It's not easy following the left hand path, believe me. See you tomorrow!
Dr. Jill says, "Stay Safe."