A PROMISE
Aug 28, 2025
i only like to see pretty things.
i can handle my foray into mordor’s devouring mother court system because i’m being ravaged at home by Marvin Green, a man 19 years younger than me who’d spend 10 hours devouring my pussy if i didn’t crawl away because i’d gotten so numb.
i just turned 58 and still like to think of sex as much as when i was 9 and happened upon multiple thigh-high stacks of Cheri, Oui, Viva, maybe a little Playboy. But we were living in charleston west virginia then and Playboy and Penthouse were for the aspirational yankees, i suppose.
i eventually settled upon stealing Hustler from Hank’s Newstand in Cherry Hill as i got older. Lisa and I pored over the models’ accessories because Seventeen was too soft-core. the single-panel cartoons in Hustler along with the Jews in cherry hill, gave me my sense of humor.
but i digress. not really. this online stuff is about to become NOTHING but digressions as it’s my wall where i’m dragging yarn and pins to connections i make as i publicly write about my touchy feely foray into mordor’s legal system.
no one tells the truth in court. the oath is as irrelevant and half assed as kids stumbling through the pledge of allegiance in grade school.
so Marvin Green arrived after i got home from court.
i was ready even though i lost because i had a crush on the restraining order judge even though he ruled against me both times probably because he’s an older WHITE MAN. they are so mad rare like blonds, fish net stockings, people without agendas or axes to grind, so you wanna track ‘em down and fuck ‘em for the interesting philosophical post coital talk.
our judge was smart. not just because he started out by telling me my declarations were really interesting and well-written and that i should be a writer when i grow up, but i’m a 4X leo and try as i might, i’m a whooer for flattery. i’m cheaper than you think.
anyhow, regarding wanting to make out with the judge because he was intriguing as any man who isn’t afraid of me is instantly fascinating because that means he’s got a pair of testicles so big he can bounce around the sidewalks on them like those horsey balls with handles back in grade school. like James did. in fact, James’ testicles were so big i swore i saw him bounce around the apartment when he thought i wasn’t looking.
so anyhow that’s my new slogan…
WHITE MEN: WHO KNEW?
but not Elmer Fudd white men like Lincoln Shaw and Citywide Property’s Bill Cosgrove, whom i used to joke with them about how his wife Carol pegged Bill. pegged means she fucked her husband and made him pregnant.
they’re the kind of clueless fuckless Elmer Fudd white folks blow up the entire world and all of San Francisco to get me, that wascally wabbit.
a bad ass Puerto Rican girl.
that’s what Sylvia Mondragon kept telling me when i called her at work and told her that her husband Leo Mondragon was a pussy for giving false witness against me.
i have a lawyer friend counseling in a master class on the side as i learn to navigate the legal system for the first time. i am Gen X: i grew up solving problems face-to-face with handshakes at the end.
We are living in pussy times. Boriqua Gato calls them CRYBULLIES.
that’s the Devouring Mother Mordor that is san francisco and all the border states in America, yeah, even Canada. Canada’s lost its cotton picking MIND. $25k fine for walking in the forest.
Generation X is the world’s last and only hope for Humanity because we’ve been completely taken over by the kind of pussies who bite their own arm and blame it on you and call the police and tell mommy on you while you’re off doing something interesting.
THOSE TIMES ARE NOW OVER.
i’m figuring out their story so that i may put it in its place by properly ridiculing it and flushing its head down the toilet and then stuffing it into a locker where it belongs.
in San Francisco’s 1990s hearing people scream orgasms out the window was as endearing wholesome and hearty as smelling ribs on the grill on the 4th of July.
after court Marvin Green came over and fucked me all over the apartment until i couldn’t scream “have a nice day!” anymore i realized my life’s new narrative purpose and mythology.
my point is:
i’m backety back.
Sylvia Mondragon said i was a bad ass Puerto Rican girl over and over in answer to her pussy husband Leo lying about me for court.
if you saw Sylvia you’d know what Leo lost.
she was telling me to scream how great the fucks are out the window again.
because the truth is it makes the orgasms better.
i also learned giggling works too. giggling connected to my g-spot.
all the rim shot jokes i’ve told in bed and i never knew.
i only like to see pretty things but i am forced to learn to navigate the legal system of the normies and thus i am going to treat it like an adventure as i share it here where i will win because i’m the fucking story teller.
we always win.
that and Marvin Green’s balancing out the bad with the thank you very much.
why all this?
because i watched “The Dark Crystal” and listened to M Scott Peck’s PEOPLE OF THE LIE, which is his take down of The Devouring Mother culture and how it ravaged his clients as well as the entire living world.
i went to court for the restraining orders even though i wanted to dismiss them, because i wanted to see what would happen. what would they bring? that’s the only way you get to learn The Other Side, is to engage.
i saw their fear, their willingness eagerness to play victim, their game, their love stories.
i saw who sided with them (Citywide, Rudy SanJuan, and Leo Mondragon), but what i saw that is making this a bigger story is how this all started with the fucking magic phones.
when Lincoln Shaw had shown up on one of his illegal personal inspections, he’d wanted me to use my phone to spy on the neighbors and i was offended and refused. what the fuck about me would even read that i’m a snitch or a narc???
i’m gen x: being a snitch for the boss is worth of being sodomized and left for dead in a back alley under a mattress.
this new world is for pussies who’ll eat you alive because anyone who sees themselves as The Victim always end up as The Assholes. / always.
so if i like pretty things and i will have to live with all these shmucks in my head as part of my life’s story and James’ death, then i will take OVER THE STORY.
i will re-make it into the kind of story i can LIVE WITH because i must.
and i will twist it into a pretty thing. / Like the movie THE DARK CRYSTAL.
i live in Mordor.
Scotylyn told me the court story yesterday was me loving in Mordor. i did it.
i am a bad ass Puerto Rican girl.
i will remind you there is nothing weak about falling to your knees and surrendering to your man and pleasuring him until he cries for mercy because he’s too sensitive or numbed out and needs to pee.
i will remind you of life and the kisses.
it’s about to get messy here.
because these are the NOTES about what i’ll end up writing on PAPER. as ENDCAT the book. which is on a TBD basis as i work on this STORY.
i may lose in court but now i have more information.
Trump reminded me of this. distract but have a bigger vision your opponent has no idea of because they can’t even IMAGINE that you don’t care about what they do.
i’ve seen my amazon book reviews over the years, but went to good reads to go through several years of reviews going back to the early 2000s just to see if my work ever meant anything to anyone.
and i ended up in TEARS sobbing, i was so touched.
so just like i rode a motorcycle cross country after learning to ride only a scooter 2 weeks prior, i will adventure into the court system of Mordor.
i will not let it re-make ME. i will let Marvin ravish me so that i can handle the stench of the Skeksis vultures of the Dark Crystal.
we’re split apart and we are them and they US. we’re out of balance.
when i wanted to die because i didn’t understand the world and people in it, James would say i was nature’s way of reasserting itself.
Kitten Lopez, reporting for duty.
i’m going to be open about the process because i really do think my generation is the only one that can avert the trajectory of “progress” that is killing all that is alive natural and holy.
some of us think the world actually did end in 2012, when the magic phones hit the tipping point.
what i saw in Hector Torres’ folder in the very back were a couple of stills from when Sandra and Janaina Pereira set me up when Sandra came back from subletting for months and started yelling at me from the yard below because someone had slashed her tire or tires and she was going to slash our bicycle tires.
so i used the hose to water her away from our bicycles as she asked her sister above me, “did you get that Janaina! did you get it?”
she’d filmed me from above!
i’d forgotten all about that because it was the beginning of them trying to entrap me on camera. they’d start a fight then start filming my reaction. i didn’t care. i’m Gen X.
i also forgot.
but when i saw the beginning of their gotcha game in that folder, i realized that’s little sister arm-biting bullshit that runs the world into assholery right now.
more on that later. / i’m just announcing that i know what my job is to do now as i learn their system that’s been turned against us and used to crush the oblivious.
Nah. they’re not gonna win.
this …things that kings and queens don’t even know about… this is my territory.
but my super power is that the Orcs the Skeksis vultures among us, M Scott Peck was writing about Devouring Mother values of looking good to strangers because they’re the only ones perfect. my super power is that i fear nothing anyone will learn about me as even my orgasms have become public now that i don’t want to waste a one.
the Normals the Assholes the Skeksis Orcs and whale savers among us fear being publicly outed.
when i was fighting the eviction and couldn’t find a lawyer because they were busy from handling the surge after the covid lockdown moratorium on evictions, i knew i was going to lose the motion for summary judgement even though i had compiled all this evidence of fraud from police body cam footage, i’m not a lawyer, and i could lose on a technicality of not filling in line B with paragraph 7.
so i started writing about the case, refuting the landlord and citywide’s lies, and when it made them so angry they refused to negotiate ahead of time and insisted on going forward with the motion for summary judgement, i NOTED that!
look for the long game, learn about your opponent, and fuck the small losses. LEARN ALL YOU CAN about how they fight and how far they’ll go to win.
how to win without lying cheating or cheap tricks?
i believe i can win on integrity in the long run.
still. i do still believe this no matter how FUCK YOU America has gotten. it’s not just the foreigners, Americans are now fucking each other over ruthlessly. it’s a free for all.
but i don’t believe i can lose because i’ve got nothing to hide and don’t mind telling you all the ENTIRE story.
it’s all i have left. and that’s a lot of power in re-making the world.
that’s my job and why i guess i’m still here in San Francisco/Mordor. to try and Emperor Norton magic back to this amazing place that gave me all my dreams and made me the monster girl i’ve become today.
the orgasms are too good here. i’m the cloud people. the ones you think are the cloud people are fragile. their world is crumbling.
as Gen X oldest sister, i’m done taking it to be polite so my sister’s feelings aren’t hurt.
my sister has sued the last two men she fucked for her lifestyle to which she’s become accustomed. and she calls herself a feminist. that’s why i recanted the word.
but my sister hasn’t had orgasms for a verrrrry long time.
no. they’re not gonna win.
not on my watch. / i’m a bad ass Puerto Rican girl.
i wondered why Sylvia said that then i laughed and realized… “she’s right.”
it’s on….
i only like to see pretty things and i’m going to make all that comes next, very pretty indeed. we’re going to out all the ugliness secrets and the con. i hide my tits from no one. i can’t. they’re DDDs.
all in the name and remembrance of my beloved guru brother and beloved, James Swanson. i will not let him die as their joke. James will inspire a better story. a better San Francisco and world, even as it all broke his heart at the end.
i will tell the truth and shame the devil.
hear that, Lincoln Shaw? by the way you and i may be in this dance to the end of our days, but i promised you i’d make the city interesting. you just didn’t know you’d be a star of your own town’s next San Francisco Story. that said, thank you for trying to posthumously stop the Pereiras from harassing me after 20 years. i appreciate the better-late-than-never approach.
i appreciate it even as i will hold you accountable for what you caused to happen to my beloved James. it’s my life and art now to remake what you did so i can stop the fear terror and horror stories and heal myself my heart my leg. i’d say me, too, but i’ll treat jail in san francisco as another adventure because that’s also a story i haven’t yet publicly told.
i learned about my power in jail when i almost organized a tiny riot but steered it for a landing and the other girls saw exactly what i did.
i think that’s why i got mad respect when i finally went up to a bed. other girls introduced themselves to me and fetched my bed roll for me and my cell mate later snapped out of one of her long monologues to herself and told me how they cleaned the cell up for me like no one else ever before.
magic everywhere.
the paranormal supernatural liminal …. MAGIC and enchantment is back like a sneeze that can’t be stifled any longer.
i’m a bad ass Puerto Rican girl and Marvin Green fucks me with undulations like back when Parliament Funkadelic ruled the grooves brand new fresh and nasty.
anyhow who makes love to Marvin Green after me is one lucky woman. if i find the right girl i might let her know…
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