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First of all, let me ask you why this Dumb Blonde was so disappointed when she came back from her city trip to London (*).

Okay, now we can talk.

Transgender is a poem of Leonardo davinci Evans, and, believe me, that’s the definition of my identity. “Pope Joan: A Female Pope?” Ronald Marbles asked me, and indeed, I can assure him: “To be male or to be female, that’s the question!”

On the other hand, and concerning the “trans” issue again, sammysam2k stated boldly that “Transformers” was the Best Sci-Fi Movie Ever Made – and I informed him that I am something like a Transformer too, living  among the people, hiding in plain sight, watching over them in secret, and waiting… But not really protecting them.

It’s odd, but sometimes, a really visionary poet writes down the story of your life, as Brad ONeill did in Broken Switch:

all is dark, and all I see, is what is left in memory
friends don’t age, seasons don’t change, I’m trapped in my own history

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At the Bristol Museum there was a queuing opportunity, and I wrote this little poem on the Banksy subject:

Mr Jordan C Went To C Mr BankC

One of these days, Mr C,

I will arrange

A Little Exhibition of Me

And then you will have

A Brand New Queuing Opportunity to C

Me, Mr C:

Yours Truly,

The One & Only:

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In David Crerand’s gripping story Little Eddy’s Dark Friend, it was my pleasure to inform you all that the Monster Under The Bed, aka the Dark Friend of Little Ed, aka the Bogeyman, was – and is Yours Truly. Often I was feeling like the Periwinkle – a blue flower with a dark reputation – as I too was linked with Witchcraft & Death. Check out the Flower Superstitions of mystery61. “Ghosts: Do You Believe?” this Mystery # 61 asked me in another article – and, well, it seems I have to keep saying it over and over again: “Ghosts Don’t Exist!” (I do say it for more than four centuries now!)

Mrs A.L. Garner wrote this fine article: “Five Criminal Characters That Were Misclassified as Heroes” – and I commented: “Why don’t you make six of them? Let’s talk about good old William Shakespeare who allegedly wrote the stuff where his name was printed upon… and not mine!”

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Mr Sterling Christianson is trying to reveal some of my Secrets, or so it seems, in his story Demon Dream: Series 5. The Doors of Perception are thrown wide open, while another Mother Mary speaks Words of Wisdom. It’s up to you to find the trails out of my mind and turn the chaos and the nightmare into some semblance of reality, into some order, into a beautiful dreamscape of Paradise. I agree with Mr Christianson: dreams are real and there is nothing more fulfilling than reaching them. But you’ll have to go through hell first to get there. If you want to dance with the Devil,  you first have to know which incarnation he – or maybe it’s a She-Devil? – has taken… If you want to find the Puppet Master, you don’t have to pay a price, you only have to play the Game (maybe sell your soul first, but hey… that’s okay, I will keep it in a box and guard it).

Yes, there must be a reason for all this “insanity”. And undoubtedly you’ll find it with a blond haired woman in full leather bondage gear, masked and standing on a stool with a noose wrapped around her neck and a sign dangling loose down part her breasts, reading: DumDumBlonde. The poor thing still has only one single fan. Will you be the second?

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Want to be Part of the Game? Start here:

The Chris Marlowe II Whodunnit

(*) Big Ben turned to be… a clock!