my careless contagion

Save Your Tears by The Weeknd was a popular pop song a few years ago. Can't say I know much about the artist, other than he probably sold his soul to the devil, but, hey, that's how you do business in show business. Digressing far too early. It's the weekend. So let's listen to The Weeknd!  This song is a typical "love" song where love isn't involved at all, obscuring true love and substituting a vile replacement. It's a heartbreak song. It's a lost-something song. Maybe it was love but probably not. Anyway, it's gone. I just like the music. The lyrics are bleak. That's one thing about popular music. The music and lyrics don't agree, carrying two different experiences. Maybe that's why I often make up my own damn lyrics. Y'all be putting poison in your songs.  This video is preferred to the official because it isn't grotesque. It's just some cars doing some choreography while the the singer sings his hit song. Straightfo...

I admired Emma Watson for years. Please don't misunderstand. This isn't a fetish. I'm not obsessed; I just think she's incredible. Lovely, really. However, in this post, I will discuss something else that appears to be going on with her. Warning : this post is very long and contains approximately 100 photos. I spent months gathering information and hours writing it. While some may never understand what I relay in this post, others may immediately understand. I do understand because I share much with Emma Watson, strange as that may sound. We are both programmed. I realize this blog is dead, but it is my only means to share this information (perhaps Google is censoring me anyway, and if you're tired of being censored, join PocketNet, and while you're at it, upgrade your email to ProtonMail). Yet another thing I've lost. Still, I pray those who need to read it are brought here. Freedom is available! Email custerliving@gmail.com (I don't use that email for...