It's giving "I am an appetite, nothing more..."
It’s 04:35 PST, January 28th, and there’s a New Moon in Aquarius
Hey y’all,
Remember Samuel?
When he was but a child, the Lord called after him. Samuel, He cried, Samuel! The boy woke Eli the Priest and asked if he had called. No, Eli yawned, I was asleep and you should be too. So, Samuel went back to bed until his name was called again. He rose once more and sought after Eli the priest two more times. After a third reawakening, Eli realized who it was and gave the boy instructions. Samuel obeyed and returned to his room. And the Lord called after him again. It is I Lord, the boy said, here I am. And God showed up, hallelujah.
Sadly, we all can’t be Samuel. In fact, I think most of us are Ellen Hutter played by Lily Rose-Depp. Bathed in moonlight, eyes wide with sorrow, we cry out and the only one who hears us happens to be an ancient sex demon several hundred miles away. Ain’t life a bitch? I’m not telling you how to live it. But I strongly suggest you consider and reconsider who you call out to in the night. Listen, I know, I know. I’m depressed too, girl, but goddamn. Let’s be less of a millennial cliche in 2025. Otherwise, we may have to save the city and fuck a monster. And I know you don’t REALLY want to do that.
Anyway, Robert Egger’s Nosferatu had me scared! Baby, I was up in that theater gasping and wincing. Shit. And, believe me when I say, I am not a horror girlie. But the film’s vibe was so enticing. How could my Scorpio inclined ass resist. I will most likely be seeing it again in broad daylight. Maybe some fine chocolate man (casually looks at poet Jericho Brown) can hold me while I feel seen, terrified, and slightly aroused? And don’t you bitches start with “careful what you ask for, you just might get it. And, sometimes, that isn’t always a good thing.” Shut the hell up! He’s fine, you know I love going to the movies, and it gets cold at night. And besides you call after succubi, I call after the Most High. We are not the same. Now, to quote Reverend F.C. Barnes, “get yourself together and get your mind back.” Love y’all!
Sincerely,
E.Y. Washington
P.S. But E.Y., E.Y., you forgot to talk about the New Moon!? No, I didn’t. Just categorically ignoring her like the Government and Big Tech categorically ignore me. Honestly, she just had a run in with death and deserves the night off.
I always click your posts so fast but when I saw Ellen —