OMG I never seen anything like it- run for your life! Hide under a rock or take the next rock-et launch with Elon to escape planet earth!

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That cat is high-tailing it-heading to the hills man!

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Exactly man, see that Rod was a far out guy- way ahead of his time!!!

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Strap me on that sucker Elon- Get me the Hell out of this nut house!!!

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Even has lifetime passports no more PCR testing and you can walk around on the moon all you want!!! HOORAY!
The Awe and Mystery of it is just too much to handle that reaches from the inner mind to the “Outer Limits!!!” Please Standby! Or is it actually- The Twilight Zone!!!
Lawrence Morra III – INCOGNITO! Or at least pretty Neto!





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Hey hold the phone folks, Rod Serling was the man and knew so much about that Twilight Zone and parts Unknown; while this Elon has more than a leg up on Space-shots and going into Orbit! But I have to admit I’m on my way to a safe destination already; at least that’s what the doctor told me, unless he is lying!  Would he do that? Well I’ll find out soon enough because here we go for broke! Going to give it a Whirl or even a Squirrel, can’t be all that bad right!

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Somebody’s got a ticket to ride-This is the ticket-Let’s laugh these insane Globalist Despots out of town or out of their minds, which ever comes first or any combination of the aforementioned!

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Happy Hanukka to us ALL!

And Stay Safe!

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We’ve all had the Big Wake Up Call; the Warning Alarm! 💜

Thank you my Dear Lovely in the UK! I hate to make a fuss but it’s a relief to know you could bear it and then did this too! The photos are Divine and they help touch my soul gently!
Bless your kind heart!

God bless you!
Your thankful Brother in Christ Jesus,

Divine Angelic Inspiration 💜

Warped and tainted minds see only what they want to see no matter what the attire or occasion! Disrespect begets more Disrespect! Anyone with their mind on Jesus and following Him does not think in such ways! A word to the wise is Sufficient!

Brother in Christ Jesus,
Lawrence Morra III

Reprise: Concert for the Dead

“Heartfelt Teary Eyed Halloween”
“Hi Ho the Merry (Mary) oh, no!”

Dawn Pisturino’s Blog

My Writing Journey

Reprise: Concert for the Dead
by Dawn Pisturino on October 24, 2021

Reblog by: Lawrence Morra III

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Dawn; Lord have Mercy!!! What a Beautiful Story and Surprise! I’ve been behind the curve the last few days getting caught up so could that be why I didn’t see this coming or no matter where I was on the highway I still wouldn’t have had a clue or anticipated such an extraordinary pleasurable experience with glasses on nor if I had telescopic eyes and some advance warning system built-in!  It must be your way of making the Trick or Treat Season a “For Real Holiday Treat;” forget the standard concept altogether and bring on the show no trickery needed at all; this is the “Real Deal!”  Yes, a haunting and laughing we will go; “Hi Ho the Merry (Mary) oh, no!”  Yikes could be a nightmare coming!

Where is Vincent Price when I need him?  Met him many years ago and he was cool but creepy in a kind of pleasant way!  Because having him talking face to face with me in reality I still couldn’t disconnect that voice and face from my ingrained memories of him being the main character in the great story by one of my favorite horror writers Edgar Allan Poe who wrote “The Pit and the Pendulum” in June of 1842! 

I read on a site once that Vincent’s daughter has, and who since wrote a book about her famous spooky Dad in which Victoria Price tells us all about the 65-year career that began with radio and went on to his long list of movie credits and even his Broadway or television performances; but on the site she mentions how he would go Trick or Treating with her and friends when she was a child!  So how cool was that; imagine having Vincent Price as your Dad and he is decked out in some costume Trick or Treating with you his daughter! Now that had to be a Treat but just as much a Trick to play on people they would visit if “not expecting” them; when they hear his voice coming from behind a mask; that would make you jump!  What a lucky, “Stiff”

I was falling all over the place after reading this Line! From back in 2012 “Underneath the Juniper Tree,” interview!

“Her delightfully warped mind and find out more about her fantastic writing.”

Again; I have to ask now who creeped me out more, Vincent Price or Stephen King, both of whom I met and was taken aback by; or you, who I never met, at least not in person; or in the flesh!!?? Even met Roger Corman in LA at his production office, the director of “The Pit and The Pendulum,” who was a very interesting man, but somewhat odd too, not a mainstream person who found his niche, producing lots of creepy films on the fringe of Hollywood!  But, he didn’t spook me out too much either or as I say shock me; or totally catch me “off guard!” You get the spook award as far as I’m concerned!

Then to really be so unanticipated like this; I walked into a doorway that I thought was open and slammed into it face first; finding I had been so wrong! Ha, Ha, Ha!!!  But no lumps or a broken nose; so it’s all in good fun after all!

I have to say this is the first Halloween Season that I got a huge “Treat and Trick” at the same moment; which proves “no one can ever be too prepared!” Now I’m finding you’re a composer to boot. another “Shocker” with your “Concert for The Dead!” Never knew I would hear or know about one of those!  And “Bloody Mary” sticks in my mind now, as I did know about the Historical Bloody Mary the monarch already, born on February 18, 1516 in Greenwich, England she known as Bloody Mary was the only child of King Henry VIII and Catherine of Aragon, as I’m sure you’re aware!!! But of course we can surmise the shame and insecurity she began to develop at 17 years of age with the split of her parents when her father annulled his marriage to her mother, how that was the catalyst or spawning ground of the legend that now still lives all these hundreds of years later in folklore and haunting tales; especially for Halloween, thank you!

Now about the Treat!  Good God; I have so much to go over here one thing leading to another with a Halloween compilation of mischievous spooky stories to the “Gala Event” of your Daughter Ariel’s beautiful Soprano performances, that was really “haunting” me in a “Very Good Way” bringing me back to a time in my youth or as a young boy listening to my mother’s singing at home, or in the occasional out of the home performances, with her beautiful Soprano voice; all of which has given me a “Heartfelt Teary Eyed Halloween” and I don’t ever remember having one of those in my whole life; not ever!

Really enjoying my reminiscing of all my Mother’s great singing that “you and Ariel” have conjured up; and now I can listen to Ariel who is still so young like my Mother was in all those memories I have; to again hear those actual memories coming to life not only in my mind, but, “For Real” to watch and listen to here in plain sight; not any “Mirror” trickery involved at all!

Thank you very much Dawn and Ariel!!!

God bless both of you so fully and richly!

Brother in Christ Jesus,

Lawrence Morra III

Reprise: Concert for the Dead

by Dawn Pisturino on October 24, 2021

Story by Dawn Pisturino.

Illustration by Job van Gelder.

Dedicated to my daughter, lyric soprano Ariel Pisturino.

Ariel knelt before the marble niche holding the remains of her dead older brother and placed a bouquet of roses in the stone vase. Six months had passed since the horrible night a drunk driver had taken Jonathan’s life. She would never forget.

“Coach Willis still talks about you, Jonathan,” Ariel said, tracing the carved letters of his name with trembling fingers. “Nobody’s beaten your track record. You were the best. You always will be.”

She pulled some sheet music from her backpack. “The opera club is doing Purcell this year. I got the lead role. I’m so excited!” She began to sing:

“When I am laid, am laid in earth, may my wrongs create

No trouble, no trouble in thy breast;

Remember me, remember me, but ah! forget my fate . . .”*

The haunting elegy echoed through the halls of the Great Mausoleum, bringing tears to Ariel’s eyes. As the last melancholy note faded away, the mausoleum doors slammed shut. The lights flickered and dimmed.

Icy panic clawed at Ariel’s chest. She could hardly breathe. Then a long, agonizing scream tore from her throat.

She ran to the entrance and pushed against the heavy metal doors. Locked.  She searched for an intercom or emergency button. Nothing.

“Let me out!” she cried, pounding on the door. “It’s not closing time!”

Voices whispered all around her.

“No!” she howled, throwing her weight against the unyielding door.

The whispers grew louder. “We’ll let you out when the concert is over.”

“W-what c-concert?” Ariel stammered, searching the empty air.

“The Concert for the Dead.”

And then she saw them, gliding down the dark corridors, the eerie inhabitants of this condominium for the dead.

They crowded into the main hall, hundreds of them, the ghastly and the beautiful.

Men dressed in military uniforms soaked with blood, arms ripped away, legs shredded at the knees, and heads split open, eyeballs dangling from their sockets.

Women gowned in rustling silk, faded and torn, ringlets framing faces eaten away by worms. Pale young mothers with tragic eyes, carrying shriveled up babies in their arms.

Dead children glared at Ariel with menacing faces, their transparent fingers clutching moth-eaten ragdolls and time-worn teddy bears.

An orchestra appeared. Skeletons with shreds of rotting flesh hanging from their bones. The conductor raised his baton, and the slow, plaintive strains of a violin filled the air. He turned and looked at Ariel with one putrid eye, motioning her to begin.

I know this song. I can do it. Shaking with fear, she dug her fingernails into her palms and began to sing:

“None but the lonely heart can know my sadness

Alone and parted far from joy and gladness . . .”**

She sang until the sun disappeared and the stained glass windows lost their color. She sang until the moon ran its course and the stars began to fade. Finally, her throat too parched and raw to continue, she pleaded:

“The concert’s over. Please let me go.”

Hushed whispers rippled through the audience. Then a lone figure broke through the crowd.

“Jonathan!” Ariel cried, grateful to see a familiar face.

Smiling, he extended his arms to her. “We don’t want you to leave,” Jonathan said, drawing her close. “We want you to sing for us forever and ever and ever . . .”

Cold waxy fingers tightened around her throat. In the background, the orchestra played a quiet requiem.

* * *

When the groundskeeper found Ariel’s body the next morning, he noticed two peculiar things. Her throat was purple with finger marks, and her hair had turned completely white.

Copyright 2011-2021 Dawn Pisturino, Job van Gelder, and Asheka Troberg. All Rights Reserved.

This story is dedicated to my daughter, lyric soprano Ariel Pisturino.

Published in the November 2011 issue of Underneath the Juniper Tree. Read it here.

Published on Brooklyn Voice, February 2012.

Artwork by Asheka Troberg.

*“Dido’s Lament,” from Dido & Aeneas by Henry Purcell

**“None but the Lonely Heart,” by Pyotr Tchaikovsky and J.W. Goethe

Artwork by Jason Smith. I commissioned this Concert for the Dead artwork for my daughter, Ariel Pisturino, as a gift.

Copyright 2011-2021 Jason Smith. All Rights Reserved.

Happy Halloween! Make it scary!

Photo by Dawn Pisturino.

The Meaning of the FDA Resignations – A Smoking Gun?

Sure does look like a smoking gun to me or a telltale sign that the bottom is about to fall out of this last ditch effort to hold the original lie together with all of the subsequent ones in some plausible even half-assed way that can be given the right spin, like some news story about a politician that got caught in a compromising position just before the big election and all of the MSM crony puppet pundits hammer and shape all they can, a real lost cause to no avail as heads are about to roll.

When finally someone suggests at least put some lip stick on this pig and see if she flies!

I do declare are my eyes deceiving me; could it really be or is this another TRICK!?

Lawrence Morra III

The Most Revolutionary Act

By Jeffrey A. Tucker | Brownstone Institute | September 14, 2021

How significant is it that the two top FDA officials responsible for vaccine research resigned last week and this week signed a letter in The Lancet that strongly warns against vaccine boosters? This is a remarkable sign that the project of government-managed virus mitigation is in the final stages before falling apart.

The booster has already been promoted by top lockdown advocates Neil Ferguson of Imperial College and Anthony Fauci of NIH, even in the face of rising public incredulity toward their “expert” advice. For these two FDA officials to go on record with grave doubts – and their perspective is certainly backed by the unimpressive booster experience in Israel – introduces a major break in the narrative that the experts in charge deserve our trust and deference.

What’s at stake here? It’s about more than the boosters…

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Men Are Better – The Case for Patriarchy

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Absolutely the feminist have totally F*Ked up womanhood with all of the total bullshit and garbage they cause, especially when it wasn’t those feminists that paid the price to build what men had to in order to give those same feminist’s the platform they took to screech and talk like Banshees, that couldn’t’ fight their way out of a wet paper bag and have a chip on their shoulders a yardstick wide! Who the hell do they think they are being so F*ucked up in the head that they think they have a right to try destroying everything that Men built and died for over the millennia!!! Good that we who are real men; really not punks or pussies but are true men don’t act like them, because, we would be mean and ugly and give them lots of lumps for this destruction they caused in society and still wreak upon civilization!

Seriously, if women had just made up their minds to be the best Women they can be while the men carry on being real Men, this world would be so much better off!!! And I do agree with you about Margaret Thatcher she was a Gem and a complete anomaly in the female realm; a real woman and so righteous and full of virtue while feminine and yet so powerfully wise and strong or unflappable, to take on other world leaders and work out massive conflicts! I really loved her, but compare her to say the unbelievably wicked witch and evil Hillary Clinton with nothing feminine about her, but also nothing even touching what a man is; so she is a zombie to me, or even Pelosi and any number of the in our faces so called women running loose in the world screwing things up Big Time! And its because of the wicked ways of “feminists” now gone Marxist’s and those like Clinton, that abortion is an Industrial Scale Horror of slaughtering innocent human beings because these bitches have no hearts and don’t give a rat’s ass about men or anyone including “innocent little babies!” I tell you true I think many of those far left ones are demonically influenced and heading to hell in a hand basket!

This statement like all of this is spot-on and powerfully true to the core of life!

“Men haven’t turned against all women because men love women. Men care about women. Men’s lives completely revolve around the women in their life. It’s not “the law” that forces men to allow women to treat them almost any way they want to; it is the very nature of men that allows it no problem. Even if men only allowed women to treat them like dirt because of “the law,” the fact would still remain that it was men who made those laws.”

And I tell it like it is, with totally no sugar coating, what I’ve said for years and lately in some of my postings; that real genuine love is so F*cking rare A guy be more likely to be struck by lightning twice on the same day than have a woman say she totally loves him and means it to death! Not going to happen, they all know they can go for the ride and like a bus they get off when they want to, and then get a big greasy lawyer to sue the shit out of the Man so he ends up in a shack if he’s lucky while she sucks some other fool into her web of misery!

Yes you ladies that I converse with this doesn’t mean I don’t love you because I do, but, do I trust you with my life or would I, if put in that position; Hell No! TRUST YOU HAVE TO EARN. And with what I’ve learned over some many years it takes a lot of time and effort to prove you can be trusted with me, after almost being chopped off at the ankles by a few evil women; so that’s why I’m not married and won’t be unless God steps in and miraculously puts one of those “One in a Billion Special Women of the Universe” in my life! Other than that I would prefer to be miserable by myself, and that way I can’t be blamed and accused for both of us suffering and being miserable; while similarly speaking I won’t be having a broken heart for a woman who doesn’t love me as powerfully as I love her! I think the kind of woman I’m talking about is like Margaret Thatcher or how some of my great aunts and great grandparents were long ago, and that was a different world and era; so the mold for those is lonnng gone!!!

Hasta La Vista Baby!

Brother in Christ Jesus,
Lawrence Morra III

To All You Ladies That Look Pretty in Pink

For Kicks Pink is Cool

“But Lawrence, But it’s OK, because bill gates wears a pink sweater……”

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That gives him a kinder gentler edge!  With the “Mosquitoes” that is! Besides that he figures he looks so “Pretty in Pink!”

Isn’t she? Not him! She’s Pretty in Pink!

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With Bill gates there is always an Agenda!

Lawrence Morra III

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