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1/30/16, 9:09 PM
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Better late than never–happy birthday Natalie! Thank you again for the kind and gracious way you welcomed me into your home last December; Should you want to come down for Liz’s show in Castle Hayne
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…there will be plenty of room for you and John to stay at the place where the show will be. In any case, look forward to seeing you again
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1/31/16, 7:10 PM
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Sweet, thanks Dawson. I’m not sure if we’ll go or not, but we’ll see! We just got back from a long weekend adventure.
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How are the renovations coming?
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2/4/16, 9:59 PM
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Still in the “measuring every length and angle” and “taking things apart to see what’s inside” phase; tedious and exhilarating by turns
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plus practicing the craft-work part on furniture in the meantime
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can’t wait to hear y’all’s podcast
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2/5/16, 12:17 PM
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hahaha, yeah. renovating has lots of layers! Thanks. We are so excited to launch. We’re aiming for going live on the full moon
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10/14/16, 5:57 PM
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Hey Natalie, how are you? thanks for the birthday wishes; whether its a card or a few words on the FB wall it’s the thought that counts
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Hey! You’re welcome. I’m good. How’s the house coming along?
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My uncle is dragging his feet in selling his part but I’ve had a wonderful place to live in the apartment behind it, and a big empty house for music and a porch to read the paper in a rocking chair. The uncle in question I expect is going to yield by Thanksgiving, and I’ve got a plan of action, a budget, and the paperwork for historic tax credits pretty much in order. So it’s good. I’m also bidding on a tiny house nearby on Dawson St. that’s for auctioning off, right now I’m the leading bidder at 23k, a few hours to go, and I have a renovation loan, mortgage like $100 a month. So that’s my plan B. Goal is to start a very very modest rental business, then write and play music and prepare to run for office on the side. I’m all over the place but it has been a strange and educational 10 months or so.
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Whoa, Dawson Street would be most synchronous!
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That sounds like quite an adventure indeed
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I know, auspicious.
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It has. As you might have gotten wind of, my reunion and quick dream with your sister last winter kind of threw me into a fever, lots of magical thinking, and all the rest of it. Makes sense but it was more tribulation than vacation, supercharged but also unhinging.
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Treading ever-so-lightly, I’d like to ask you a thing or two about something you might or might not be able, or at liberty, to shed light on, just so I’m not left playing guessing games, it would help to get some clarity and peace of mind about a strange episode in my life that really kind of bowled me over. Everything is fine now, as far as I know; I have seen Liz twice since February when she’s come to play in Wilmington, but she cut off all contact with me in early March even though our last talk on the phone was completely congenial, and then no contact at all. I sent at least 2 letters, emails, phone, facebook, and not so much as a “please leave me alone, write me in a year or two”
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When I showed up at her concert in June, which was at listening room in a house one block from where I was born/grew up on Castle St (auspicious), she seemed crestfallen to see me at first, but then cheered up by the end. I was able to confirm what I already knew, that she and Omar had become an item, and had long since been totally at peace with that and happy even, since the music she’s made with him is stupendous, and more than anything I was pleased and proud that she had risen from the ashes, as it were, and was as good as she’s ever been.
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I’ve tried to express all this in my attempts to correspond, and she’s always been as flaky as me in terms of fidelity to the cellphone, but I’d be lying if I said it didn’t make me sad that something has made her hold her tongue. We used to frequently invoke Wittgenstein’s 7th proposition from Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus: whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must remain silent. So I can wrap my head around it, but cannot exactly grasp why it should be that way.
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The other thing, also heavy with magical thought and eerie resonance, is that she made a remark in December–there is a long recording I have of the jam session we all had that first night I stayed with y’all, and it’s a joyous and raucous musical document, to be sure–she asked “you ever write a song that turns out to be prophetic, and come true?” (paraphrase), to which I said, well yes, lots of songs, actually.
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More generally there’s the strange feeling that a song is describing your own life.
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Since it happens that I’m at least in the running (I would yield to you on this, I expect) for being her biggest fan, the lyrics are lodged in my head and the songs that seemed to fit have just sort of haunted me in a way that eventually allowed me to make peace with what happened.
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I kissed her on New Year’s Eve, and she was gone in January
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All of “Quick Dream” pretty much hits in on the head
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“I’ll Write My Lines” is not without resonance
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and plenty more.
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This kind of over-active pattern recognition is just part of my makeup and not exclusively a feature of my fondness for Liz as a woman and an artist, but there you have it
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So I’ll stop there. If you’d rather keep mum–she’s your sister, she must have her reasons, or intuitions, and I think that as a way to let me down slow she had more wisdom than I did, since I wanted to have everything discussed overtly and almost philosphically.
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When I wrote haiku about all the NC fellows, hers went like so: Avarice (of) reason/ crushed under the weight/ of a simple song
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So there you have it. I figured it would do no harm to express these things to you, so I hope I was correct in that. I haven’t left Wilmington since I drove off from your house in Durham on December 31, with the exception of when I went to see Liz play the cameo in Fayetteville; we spent the night in my grandmother’s house, vacant because a tree had fallen on it, and it was like the ruins of my childhood (since restored to it’s former glory). We huddled in a single bed in shivering cold and had an all-night Socratic dialogue about the nature of love and all its corollaries. When she came to play at Walker World in February we spent the weekend talking, meditating some, and did not go to bed, which was tough to swallow for me but I accepted it as the wisest thing, and still do. I have tried to convey all this to her, how the whole thing lit a fire in me that propelled me to return to life from my own tribulations, analogous to hers but surely different–she never could bring herself to tell the tale of Nashville. I respect her choice, such as it has been, to keep her silence, but I hope she knows what she did, the joy and anguish it caused, and how grateful I am for all of it. I confide all this to you, and leave it in your hands.
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Dream Freedom Beauty is a one-of-a-kind, by the way, it’s almost too trippy to listen to
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but I have done so, not all of it, there’s so much, but what I have heard has been thought-provoking and inspiring. The pilot in particular was a mind-blow: I had the same religious-spiritual experience in the stacks of Davis Library as your guest on that show (I’d still love to pitch you my own idea for an interview with me, should you be interested, but no need to indulge me on that front). Thanks again Natalie, I enjoyed the time I spent with you and John and think y’all are great people, and that you are a good sister, which from me, believe me, is the highest possible praise. Take care and live the dream.
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10/15/16, 12:03 AM
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Thank you. I’ve just read this. Going to bed now. More later!
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4/23/19, 8:32 PM
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Dear Natalie, I do not know what you think about your sister’s partnership with Omar Ruiz-Lopez, but I would like to share with you my own misgivings, just briefly, or maybe not. I do so in the midst of a deadly serious political struggle to bring down the District Attorney and other elected officials in Wilmington. I will not go into the terrible things that have been done to me, but if you read my website you will get some idea. If everything were sunny and peaceful and groovy in my corner of the world I would not be so upset, but it’s not, so I am. What I find unsettling is the way that Liz and Omar have embraced the lifestyle of the mercenary musical nomad and in the process have lost touch with the world around them, the ground beneath our feet. I’m talking about the world you and I live in, the world of North Carolina. I do not know where they call home, but I’m pretty sure Liz’s name is not on any title deed anywhere. I do not know what their situation is with respect to money, but this is not really important, is it? What is important, and unacceptable to me, is that Omar has made it impossible for Liz to do anything but bounce around the continent. On some level, perhaps she is getting better at music, but that is not altogether clear. Even if that were true, it would not change the fact that this rambling traveling way of life leaves her no time or space to read books, to write new lyrics and music, to associate with friends, to read the newspaper, to go to public events. She does not get to make a home. You know how important this is for you and your husband. This word, husband, might be worth reflecting upon. Omar Ruiz-Lopez is either divorced or separated from the mother of his child. When I saw Liz last, or maybe it was the time before, she told me that she was living with Omar’s wife/ex-wife and their young son, Odin. I told her that sounded beautiful, but I am not sure if I meant that at all. I don’t know if that is still their “home”, but I do know that was where Liz sat down to dinner with Omar, Odin, and his mother, and then had a seizure. I cannot help but think her body was reacting to the situation she was in. Omar is never going to be Liz’s husband. I guess what strikes me about what they’ve been doing for three whole years now is that Liz will never, ever, be able to come and see me, not with Omar, not by herself, not with you, not with our old NC Fellows gang. I do not accept that this is what Liz wants. It is rather that Omar makes her feel that she cannot acknowledge the way she feels about me. I am not imagining this. It is actually, to be fair, not entirely Omar’s fault, since this too-cool-for-school attitude that I take issue with is endemic among the “community” of “professional musicians” that they inhabit. The way I see it Liz belongs in North Carolina and should not be scattering her seeds in places where the soil is inhospitable, or where she we never be able to stick around and tend the garden. I also know that ever since she has been attached to Omar she has not been able to talk to me. This is not an ordinary bourgeois situation, Natalie, I am being violently persecuted, and I need the support of my friends. When I last saw Liz at the beginning of January 2018 I told her and Omar that I had been kidnapped by the police from my home not once, but 5 times. That was then. Now the number has risen to more than 13, I’ve actually lost count. More than a year in jails and hospitals. On that night I was unable to really tell Liz what was going on, and this is because the nature of her relationship with Omar is conditioned upon the idea that we live in the best of all possible worlds. That night in January 2018, my old roommate Alexa Williams was at the show, at Flytrap Brewery. She was with Adam Trawick, who we both met in rehab in 2015. They had both met Liz back in February 2016 when she played at “Walker World” in Castle Hayne. When I got to Flytrap they were already there. These two people who used to be my dear friends did not say how they had found out about the “Violet Bell” show, but they were icy cold to me, it was impossible to sit with them, I wanted to tell Liz something was wrong, but when she and Omar show up in Wilmington they just act all mercenary, distant. I didn’t know where to sit, where to stand, how to act, what to do. I didn’t know how and when I should try to meet eyes with your sister, how I should look at her. “Look at my face/and see it’s all wrong/the kind of charades/some folks’ll do for a song”: like most of your sister’s lyrics, this line tells us something about our lives, Natalie. When I find her at her shows Liz always acknowledges me, dedicates a song, but on this occasion she and Omar played a cover of “Everybody Wants to Rule the World”. Introducing the song, she dedicated it to “Dawson Gage”, who she described as “a political science genius”. Their interpretation of the song was good, but I still did not know how I should feel. This in the midst of coping with the fact that I could tell Adam and Alexa were signalling that they intended to betray me. I stepped outside into the snow and slush and began to stomp around downtown Wilmington, and at a certain point, I began to weep, and weep, and weep. Alexa, by that time, had already decided to turn on me: she pressured her “best friend” Caitlyn O’Hare to get a “domestic violence protective order” against me. You know me, Natalie, and so I don’t even need to say how terribly mistaken and misleading and deceitful this was. She got the order because her “landlord boyfriend” Ethan Grooms decided that Caitlyn could no longer talk on the phone with me. He is a violent, vulgar, well, let’s just say that on the surface he is a rather different character than Omar Ruiz-Lopez. What they have in common, alas, is that they both feel more comfortable if their “girlfriends” act as if they never knew, nor loved, nor cared for Dawson Gage. In Caitlyn’s case, she had to lie to a magistrate. In Liz’s case, she just has to remain silent. I met Caitlyn less than a month after I said goodbye to your sister on February 22, 2016, at almost the same time that Liz and Omar played their first show together, the one that became the live album Violet Bell. After that night at Flytrap in January 2018, when Alexa and Adam made it very clear to me that they were part of a conspiracy to kidnap and defame me, Alexa posted something on Facebook, a video clip from the show, and she tagged it with something to the effect of “Great music from my friends in Violet Bell”. Alexa blocked me on Facebook not long after that. I don’t know if she has had any communication with Liz since that time, but I do know that they are not friends. That is not what the word friend means. Indeed, it is not possible to be friends with a two-person musical act. No one can be friends with “Violet Bell”. This has been abundantly clear to me ever since the show in June 2016 at 2 Castle St, where I met Carter Jewell, who was friends with my dead brother, and who has been the leading figure in the campaign to destroy my life. On that occasion, Liz and Omar went out for a drink with Carter. This really hurt my feelings. In fact, it was probably because of this that I ended up “dating” Carter just to ease my lonesome heart, even if this meant tolerating her abuse, which was severe. That was before I made my leap into politics, which provoked Carter to begin a campaign of defamation against me. When people are trying to end your life, you can either fight or take flight. I have chosen to fight. When you are incarcerated, as a man, or at least this is how it’s been for me, there is an absolutely primal physical and psychic and spiritual compulsion to survive so that you can be a father. There is no point in living if you are unable to pursue this. Lizzy understood this all too well back when we reunited in December 2015, which was not long after she had authored “Saying It’s Easy”, which says “I don’t wanna die/I wanna live”. That is how I feel right now, Natalie. And I can look at the pictures Liz and Omar post of them touring all over the country, I wrote a poem for Liz in February 2016 that starts “Where in the USA/is Lizzy Ross a given day”, the pictures from the “road” might seem to show a beaming happy couple of musical lovebirds. But truth be told, I look at her face, and I see it’s all wrong, I see a charade. It would almost be reassuring if all of these misgivings of mine were unwarranted. Unfortunately, they are. How long do I have to wait before I can see my Busy Dizzy Fizzy Lizzy Lizzy Liz Lizzy Liz Liz again?! Will we ever get to play music again, would it ever be possible for her to play with just me, without Omar, would he let her drive by herself to see me, would he let her make a trip out of town, would he let her stay the night, would he ask if she hugged me, if she kissed me, on the cheek or on the lips, is that all? Does she have to tell him what songs we play? Would he object if she wanted to come in December, so that we could play Christmas songs again, get them right this time? Liz is scheduled to go on a 23-show “international tour” sponsored by the US State Department. In December 2015 I introduced Liz to the music of Barbara Dane, who in my opinion is the greatest woman singer of the 20th century; your sister has a chance to be the greatest of the 21st. In the 1950s (or was it the 60s) Barbara Dane was scheduled to go on tour with Louis Armstrong around the world, sponsored by the US State Department. Barbara Dane, however, was kicked off the tour because of her communist politics. I do not want Liz to go on this tour, I do not want her to continue this charade. I want her to get ready for the next chapter in her life, which will also be a new chapter in the life of the state that she loves and knows so well. I met her when we were both 19 because we were both selected to be something called “North Carolina Fellows”. This was meant to prepare us for something called “leadership”. Even before I first heard her music, I fell in love with your sister because of the way she talked, her confidence and the way she consistently made creative use of the English language; she always had something beautiful to say. She and I stood out as the two most rebellious figures in our class of twenty-some. Liz and I, together, will be able to rally these extraordinary friends of ours to the revolutionary cause. This story is so good, so great, that it’s difficult to tell Natalie, but what I want you to know, to conclude, is that I need Lizzy by my side. I am going to be in the North Carolina Senate. I want her to be a part of what we are going to do. There is no one who will ever love her the way I do. It is important to keep in mind that we have free will, and so I do not take for granted that she will choose one way, or another, but I want you to know that I’m still here, and that I still have something to give her. Talk to Liz when you’ve had a chance to think and to talk to John about all this. I could say so much more. Thanks once more for your warmth and kindness in December 2015, it gave me a new lease on life and set me on the path that has led me here. Love, Dawson p.s. No idea if Liz has listened to my SoundCloud, but no reason why you shouldn’t, since you’re on there: the recordings from December 2015 include you playing bass on “Quick Dream”, sounds pretty sweet, and also you saying “You’re listening to the witch house!” or something like that. You confirm my belief that the best music is amateur. Something to bear in mind.
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9/13/19, 6:21 AM
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Hey. Omar here. It is not ok for you call or text my partner of the last three years with invitations to a bath tub for two. Not only that, the rest of that message makes you seem pretty committed to doing something drastic that could potentially harm others. I will not hesitate to call the cops on you for saying stupid things to the wrong people. Lizzy is not your lifeline or lawyer, much less lover, and if you dont back off, I will contact the authorities. I dont doubt some fucked up shit has happened to you and keeps happening to you. You have to be stronger and calmer if you want anything to change, and need to consider the well-being of others before you do something you are going to regret. Please, stop what you are doing and go home before you are arrested for saying threatening things in a text message
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9/16/19, 11:03 PM
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Liz is in trouble again, please intervene, if you need anything to help with that, 9103225853. I am obviously ready to take her in, I have the keys to three houses in Wilmington there is plenty of room for her stuff but save her please I cannot bear it. My trial is tomorrow.
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10/6/19, 12:17 PM
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10/10/19, 1:14 PM
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Seavy Dickson: You ok buddy? Seavy Dickson: Give me a buzz when you can and let’s catch up? You: Will do, read the website. You: Edwards/Spellings 2020: It’s not easy being Green You: You need to go to the capitol building and take a picture of the Tibetan prayer flags I put in one of the trees. Tell your mom, Harper Peterson and Deb Butler are guilty, guilty, guilty and they are going to pay for showing their faces in Raleigh. They both sent the police to my house within an hour of each other last Saturday morning. You can’t do that shit, not to me. You: Deborah Ross is supposed to be in Wilmington tomorrow for a campaign event for Leslie Cohen. Her husband Jeff Cohen was participating in Facebook hate speech discussions targeting me. I think Deborah should show up and start raising hell, they won’t expect it. Ben David is going down, they’re all going down. You: Well, I have been banned from the campus of UNC and my mother agrees with it. I guess I should just get used to this and go live in Pembroke or something. You: If I show up in Raleigh and want to see the governor, I wonder if you would even try to help me. Everyone in the family has been tolerating my mother’s disgusting criminal behavior for years and years, and you do so because she approves of your lifestyles, your chosen line of work, your social set and your politics. She despises me for who I am. What you ought to see is that Shug has cheered you on down a path that leads to bourgeois mediocrity, misery, stupidity, and family break-up. I have a different vision. You: My probation officer is threatening to arrest me because I’m not at my house around the corner from his office. He would have “violated” me yesterday if I hadn’t left town. We have to do something today Seavy, I can’t be in two counties at the same time. You: If they re-arrest me it’ll be under a $500,000 secure Bond. They could activate the sentence and send me to prison for 7 months, they could release me on the ankle monitor, they could just give me a “90 day CRV”. This shit is obscene, Seavy. Are you all going to let this shit happen?
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Natalie you’re the best, I’m at the hotel right next to the Cat’s Cradle but the PO is saying I have to be in Wilmington by 4 p.m. tomorrow, I might actually risk going back to jail in order to rain on Violet Bell’s parade.
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I noticed that you sold your house I wonder where you are now? I was thinking that you might actually be the perfect person to be Chancellor of NC State. I might have to go to Raleigh tomorrow morning to have an appointment with judge Lucy Inman of the Court of appeals.
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I saw your message last night right before I went to sleep and when I woke up I could feel your sister next to me in the king size fluffy hotel bed.
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My attorney Thom Goolsby agrees that Violet Bell is a form of human trafficking, but it’s actually much worse than mere sexual servitude because they do it publicly, they record it, and they have successfully (ok not really) tricked people into acknowledging it as Art.
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“It definitely starts/to spoil my heart/somewhere there’s a war/sometimes there’s art” –Wilco, “Shake It Off”
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OK, I have to move my things to a different room and then I’m going to Hillsborough. I need Liz. I’m going to speak with the clerk of superior court, who was mayor of Chapel Hill, and who is likely to agree with my views on the law. I’m also going to try to talk to someone in the District attorney’s office, the Sheriff’s office, the magistrates, and once I’ve done all that I will go to press charges against Omar. Perhaps I won’t succeed but if I do he will be arrested, and I want you to make it clear to Liz that she is not going to bail him out. This is our opportunity to save your sister. As you know the logistics of actually moving house and confronting the way you’ve been living in a place is sometimes very very difficult. Almost no one can do it by themselves especially when a landlord boyfriend holds the keys.
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It might not even be possible for the sheriff to find Liz and Omar’s nest, since it does not appear to be listed anywhere or known to anyone at all. Not surprising for a sex criminal. But if they can’t find wherever they call home, they will arrest him at the Cat’s Cradle tomorrow evening and the local press will notice that. I haven’t told them about the whole Violet Bell situation but I am in contact with the daily tar heel
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10/11/19, 1:46 AM
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OK here comes all of my texts with Liz since May this year. I am so outraged, I just discovered that she and Omar had the temerity to go on the radio on 3 October. I wish Liz had just said the same shit on the air that she told me, I’m “delusional and racist”, and then Omar could chime in about me being a threat to UNC. It’s all connected, it’s a circle-jerking group-thinking echo-chamber thought-bubble gravy-train ponzi- scheme bourgeois neoliberal bohemian technocrat Triangle sunny-side happy land, Natalie! Yuck! No more!
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Conversation with Liz Ross ((919) 448-8464) [5/24/19 4:14 PM] Me: If this is still Liz Ross’s number, I hope she knows how much I love her, and always will. I miss you so, so much, I am in terrible pain and everyone close to me is terrified of standing up to my mother. If you show up and save me I’ll write your name on the deed of this house. [5/31/19 12:10 PM] Me: Goodness gracious Liz, the struggle is real. [6/3/19 10:16 PM] Me: Oh Liz dear, who works on your guitars? [6/3/19 10:18 PM] Me: I talked to 7 people today. Some of them were very kind. [6/3/19 10:26 PM] Me: I am taking over UNC by myself if I have to Liz, I’m avenging my brother, I’m avenging Eve Carson, and this whole scheme of mine might depend on you. I cut the ankle monitor off and ran away from “home”. [6/3/19 10:30 PM] Me: I’m in room 209 at the Carolina Inn, it’s the Chancellor’s suite, my luck has been extraordinary, but I have also worked harder than anyone else. You know this. [6/3/19 10:34 PM] Me: I’m going to be Chancellor. I need you Liz. Music is going to be emphasized much more once we take over the University. You need to be prepared, and you need to be strong. “Violet Bell” is not forever, it might not even be tomorrow. [6/3/19 10:34 PM] Me: There’s a bath tub here big enough for both of us. [6/3/19 11:42 PM] Liz Ross: Dawson, I do not understand and do not wish to take part in your plan. I care for you and wish you the best, but I find your comments inappropriate. Please be safe and do not contact me. [8/25/19 4:28 PM] Me: Liz, I can’t help but let you know that because of your decision to go not once, but twice, to “law enforcement”, I just had to spend another 3 months in jail. We live in a police state and so it vaguely upsets me that you seem to be singing a bit too much “hakuna matata”, but your way is your way, and I love and trust you no matter what. You were right, as it happens, about the chancellorship, I’m going to run for US Senate instead. Surely you can forgive me for entertaining apocalyptic fantasies. Yours truly, Dawson [8/25/19 4:28 PM] Me:
[9/13/19 10:13 AM] Me: Just to repeat my message over SMS, in case you think I’m playing around Elizabeth Kenyon, Omar Ruiz-Lopez is not welcome in the City of Wilmington. My people are coming to power here, and that’s a fact. You will always be welcome, but your fiddler said some “stupid things to the wrong people”. [9/13/19 11:31 AM] Liz Ross: I wish you peace and health. Please do not contact me again. I will report any threats to me and my loved ones. [9/13/19 5:58 PM] Me: Peace and health to you too, Liz Ross, but you can’t get a 50b order against me, so do not try. You will hear from me or hear from my attorney. [9/13/19 5:59 PM] Me: What I said is not a threat, and you have no one to report to. The Sheriff of Orange County has no power here. [9/13/19 6:06 PM] Me: You call Meredith McCoy before you do anything, you call the fellows, you don’t call the police. [9/13/19 6:16 PM] Me: Judge Lucy Inman of the Court of Appeals is reading this, you might as well, too:
[9/13/19 6:16 PM] Me: Like you said, peace and health. [9/14/19 10:31 PM] Me: Liz, I am worried about your safety, but I am going to just breathe deep and pray. I love you so much you will never ever know how much I love you or maybe you will. [9/14/19 10:33 PM] Me: You probably have til Monday before things in Orange County start hitting the fan. I told them the truth, Liz, I promise that is all I did. [9/15/19 7:27 PM] Me: I hope you have talked to some of your real loved ones, like your sister and the fellows. You also need, if you haven’t already, to read the letter I sent to Natalie before the Insect made you snitch on me. [9/15/19 7:27 PM] Me: It’s been on my website for months. [9/15/19 7:29 PM] Me: The other women being rape-kidnapped by landlord boyfriend’s are Isabelle Shepherd, Caitlyn O’Hare, Charlotte Oden, Caroline Fryar… [9/16/19 8:17 PM] Liz Ross: Do not contact me. Your comments are delusional and racist. [9/16/19 8:18 PM] Me: Racist? [9/16/19 8:19 PM] Me: Liz, that is insane, Omar would say that of course. [9/16/19 8:20 PM] Me: It’s not racist to quote Pablo Neruda. [9/16/19 8:22 PM] Me: I’m not going to obey your orders, Liz. Racist? Do you think I am a racist? Because I don’t think Meredith’s husband Jorge would agree with you, but you’re avoiding them, and denying reality. [9/16/19 8:25 PM] Liz Ross: Do not contact me. I do not wish to be in communication with you. Please stop terrorizing and slandering me. Your behavior is harmful and disturbing and clearly not love or friendship. Do not respond to this message and do not contact me in any way, ever again. Any further messages are acts of disrespect and violation and I will no longer consider you a friend. [9/16/19 8:50 PM] Me: So I’m supposed to obey your hysterical violent command in order to still be considered a friend, just a “friend” who yo
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Wow. What a ride! What are you going to do today?
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Well I left some graffiti in front of the Cradle before I left Carrboro. I went to the DTH office to leave a note for the editor. I’m in Raleigh now, I just parked outside the Department of Justice.
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The goal is to prevent the probation officer in Wilmington from “violating” me when I’m not there at 4pm. The probation office is in the old unemployment commission building and in the hands of the POs it’s a death and rape trap. I might still have THC in my system and definitely have amphetamine in my system and I don’t want to let them to tell me to pee in a f****** cup. The guy also made it clear that in his opinion I had already committed several “violations” and that he was being nice to me. He’s a sort of tall slick guy, I met him when he came to do a warrantless search of my apartment, like my last probation officer he’s basically a sex criminal.
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The conditions of my probation actually include a Prohibition on posting or publishing anything about Carter Elizabeth Jewell. it’s not a coincidence that I met Carter the same night I met Omar Ruiz Lopez, he and Liz went for a drink with Carter that night, not once today even consider doing anything with me before or after their shows. It is clear that Omar is conspiring with Carter even if they haven’t spoken a word since June 2016 because they have common interests. A week or so after I met Carter it was his concert she and I started a dating relationship. Is this dating relationship that made it possible for her to get the 50b order and tear a hole in the fabric of space time.
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The problem is if I can’t post about Carter that I can’t write about the Board of elections, and I can’t really write about the Democratic party, and I certainly can’t write about “Senator” Harper Peterson, since the only thing that anyone needs to know about him is that he got Carter Jewell to get the 50b to lock me up during the filing. So he could steal the f****** election.
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What’s disgusting about what Liz has been doing is that even if Omar were not completely guilty and complicit in this shit, Omar’s just not the kind of man who would ever allow Liz–and this is the kind of thing you sort of need to actively encourage–to get fired up about a stolen election in Wilmington. She basically doesn’t even live in North Carolina, or I take that back she actually lives in a very unusual alternate universe that they’ve created in the Triangle. It is so ridiculous that they’ve been on the State of Things, the way that they get covered in the way they cover themselves is basically a sort of masturbatory music yoga cult or something. I just really do not understand how this has gone on this long, but it’s because Omar and all the other landlord boyfriends made a secret tacit packed with each other and with Carter Jewell that no woman could leave her boyfriend, and that while they were partnered in this way they would not even be able to be friends with me or contact me in any way. People I used to really really know had nothing to say or worse they started escalating towards getting a 50b.
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OK, here goes nothing, General Assembly first. You know if you wanted to find me down here we might have a better chance of getting to Roy Cooper, that’s pretty much what needs to happen.
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12/5/19, 6:50 PM
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Arrested at the department of Justice in the lobby for probation violation shortly after I sent you that last message, but when they put the cuffs on me the probation violation wasn’t in the state computer system yet, the cuffs were initially to take me to a hospital because “Violet Bell” appears to have taken out NCGS122 papers via the Carrboro PD while your vain and arrogant little sister simultaneously took out a mendacious 50B. Don’t say anything to Liz, please; I have nothing to say to her. I could get arrested and prosecuted for “indirect contact”. I will be in touch, maybe. Hope all is well. Music=truth=justice=love
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6/9/20, 3:26 AM
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ATTN: Taylor Alison Swift MSG: S.O.S. Get to Wilmington Save Dawson Destroy White Supremacy
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6/20/20, 7:34 PM
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Omar Ruiz-Lopez told me to “go home” when I was in a hotel room at the goddamn Carolina Inn. He thinks I’m a racist schizophrenic stalker, and that he’s a gentleman, but we’ll see how he looks in his mug shot!
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I saw you’re in Santa Cruz now, neat place, I’ve been a couple of times, it’s like Boone on the Sea! Dunno what’s going to happen but I’m filing this motion on Monday. I want Liz to break up with Omar, duh. She can join my coven of communist witches, don’t say I didn’t learn anything from you Natalie, because you are the one who gave me this dream.
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That’s what I’m doing, I’m manifesting my dream world, it works, doesn’t it!?
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Liz should not oppose this motion. If it’s granted, her “protective order” will be “set aside”. As it stands right now, it will expire on 12 December 2020, but I have never even seen a motherfucking copy of this illegal “restraining order”, it’s not a “restraining order”, it’s a 50B DVPO. I’m sorry Natalie, but you cannot let this disgusting man defile your beautiful sister forever? Can you think of a fate worse than her playing music with Omar until she hits menopause? Do you think they’ll ever buy a house? They can’t afford one, they’ll never ever be able to satisfy a mortgage with their brain-dead Muzak. What does your mother think? Do y’all just think this is the best Liz can do? She is not happy. No one who’s happy gets a 50B.
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If my motion is not granted I will appeal. Even then, Liz will have to decide whether to renew her order when December comes around. I will obviously contest that. Eventually I’m going to be able to accuse Liz and Omar of obstruction of justice and conspiracy, if they want me to say that shit–the truth, Natalie–in a courtroom, then that’s where I’ll have to say it. Elizabeth Kenyon, like I told you, has gotten herself into a bad situation once again. It’s like Nashville but worse, it’s “rape-kidnapping” just like I said. Rapists like Omar hate Dawson Gage because he appears to be the only one who holds this view that Omar is a sex-criminal, but believe me, there are people who I’ve told about all this, it’s a matter of time.
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“Violet Bell” is a form of human trafficking. I refuse to listen to “Honey in My Heart”, and goodness gracious, I’m almost the only person who KNOWS Liz’s music. It’s why we were able to play such heavenly music the first time we played together. You were there. I somehow doubt Omar will ever want you to play bass guitar with “Violet Bell”. They should not resume touring. I have already written a lawsuit against Omar and Liz and “Violet Bell” for defamation of character. It’s open and shut Natalie, you’re not allowed to send out “promotional emails” calling Dawson Gage a “stalker”, you’re not allowed to lie under oath about your “dating relationships”, and you’re really, really not allowed to take out 122C commitment papers on a man who you have not seen–as it with your eyes–in two whole years. I love Liz so much that I almost don’t want to fight her. That’s what it means to belong to someone, you feel like they actually have the RIGHT to have you kidnapped. Liz knows who I am in the proper biblical sense. Carnal knowledge is carnal knowledge. It hurts me so terribly.
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One more thing: I do not remember whether we had our little chat where I told you, in so many words, that I wanted to marry Liz, I do not remember whether that was BEFORE or AFTER she told me she has herpes simplex. I think it was before, as in immediately before. That’s because I don’t think I’d have said what I said to you, not in the same way, if I had known about the virus. Liz never even bothered to ask me if she had transmitted it to me. What if I got a “domestic violence protective order” that said Liz had deliberately (opium and weed and booze, yeah, but still deliberate, no regrets here) exposed me to herpes? Wonder what she’d say about that?
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Hey Natalie, I can’t even begin to say what has happened, but I am in Washington, DC, I had to run away from Wilmington, I cut off the GPS ankle monitor again, but this time I didn’t go to the Carolina Inn and text your sister, that was when Liz and Omar went to the Chapel Hill Police, who told them to get lost, so then they went to the Orange County Sheriff’s, who sent the UNC Campus Police to kidnap me from my hotel room, taking me the the Orange County Jail, from where I was shipped back to New Hanover County to spend the entire summer in detention.
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Anyways, I am wondering what’s going to happen, because I have written and published a “motion to set aside judgment” that I can get my attorney Sam Coleman to file, and it is devastating Natalie, I accuse Liz of “perpetrating a most deliberate fraud upon the court”, and she isn’t going to like this, but she should not have expected to get away with this shit. She continues to be trafficked as a musical sex slave by Omar, and it doesn’t matter to me if she likes it, because it’s immoral and illegal and it’s turning her into a zombie.
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Here’s the motion:
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I have also written about 5,000 words of footnotes to it, it is a masterpiece of legal argument and literary art, and it is an expression of my love for Liz Ross, who I hope to free from captivity.
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I know it’s a bit tedious to read all of this, but it’s worth your time. Here is the poem I wrote during my last weekend with Liz, when she came to New Hanover County to play a concert at my friend Allen Walker’s house:
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Weekend with the Wild Green Goddess, or, Ya viva Lizzy, Dawson Gets Dizzy (a Dream Spell, 19-21 February) where in the USA is Lizzy Ross a given day when songs contain the entire humidity and aching beauty of these our landscapes all about these fully breathing states yes nifty leaving coming going give or take a few years as well put once, some lives you live others you leave behind in the sanctuary of lightning nerve-searing memories dreams wordplays of love for it’s we who are here who are perfect America, not so the next one, let’s go hand me yours your hand, silly sometimes songs compel their targets to commit the opposite of a body charade: timeline puzzles woven into the part of our soul that the tongue and throat and lungs done brung bubbling toward the surface but, what onward towards heaven as would balloons that act like comets or only to careen into the new city of temples to lay us low beneath the shadows of rainbows made of smoke and this hunger we seem to have found
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And here is the poem I wrote in April 2016, a few weeks after my last phone conversation with Liz, when I was beginning to understand that she had “ghosted” me:
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5 April Celebrate the season and work on your career you don’t need a reason to think (or not!) about Korea hope to see ya when you’ve come across that old explosive glee you might not be a miracle but you sure are aimed for me once or twice with oh my lord what an integral swagger we dared along the lines of an embrace with out limit just in case you take me up on the moans I’ve tried to keep implicit who knows what kind of a song we’ll write next time you come for a three-day visit it must conflate your several values in ways that mingle your eyes with crazy but the lurid visions you may conjure up to arouse your silly hands oh that they pantomime out to a coming attraction why only a fraction of our illiberal sweetness we so far color plausible simply such dear dear episodes of this parietal fever don’t justify your manners can you see oh how and why and why and how they make me happy? I suppose it will do for this moment to study the body of your work but my mind so happens to nurse a delight for the work of your body sound of thought not quite but sharp deep slow wise maybe
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4/19/22, 12:15 AM
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Natalie dear, I hope you are well. Please do not say a word to your sister, I need to speak with you, and I think I should speak with your mother as well. Liz is part of an obstruction of justice conspiracy, and I will not plead guilty in Orange County. I have already begun typing a defamation lawsuit against Omar Ruiz-Lopez and “Violet Bell, LLC”. Your sister called me a “schizophrenic” in a “verified complaint”, and called me a “stalker” in her promotional emails for “Violet Bell”. I do not know what is wrong with her, but I say that it is brainwashing, coercion, sexual and economic exploitation, involuntary servitude, and human trafficking. It’s like Britney Spears’ conservatorship, it’s like Linda Lovelace in the movie “Deep Throat”, it’s like Dolores Haze in Nabokov’s Lolita. Do not say a word to Liz. You can reach me at 9103225853. I suppose you’re on Pacific Time, but call me at any hour. Incidentally it appears you’re in Mountain View, I lived in Palo Alto for a while while Maggie Zhou was working at Google. Silly Valley has such exquisite traditions and history, but is presently in the hands of the technocracy. I hope you and John are doing well. I took a look at your website and was delighted you have persisted in being so
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versive and weird. Please trust me, I trust you, I have no choice.
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“It’s the music that I cannot let go”: Letter #2 to Meredith McCoy – Dawson Gage 高大文
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11/3/24, 5:21 AM
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11/12/24, 1:02 PM
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It will be such a wonderful change for Lizzy to play some real guitars. She is going to practice on the Seagull S6 and the Gibson J45. We also have the Gibson Country Western and the Telecaster Deluxe.
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I also want to take her to meet “the Wizard”. It is funny because I am “the wizard of Orange Street” but Scott Quinn is “the Guitar Wizard”. He is actually one of the best guitar people in the United States, he knows EVERYBODY, Nashville, Bakersfield. He knows how to get a guitar in absolutely perfect condition. He taught me a great deal. I haven’t wanted to go see him again until I had Lizzy with me. I am actually very well known among the “music people” in Wilmington, and they all know about the “conspiracy”.
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It appears from his “publicity materials” that Omar Ruiz-Lopez is planning on a trip to Panama, after which he plans on returning to Tennessee. I hope I have made myself very clear that Elizabeth is not allowed to see, hear, touch, feel, speak to, or in any way communicate with Omar Ruiz-Lopez. If you let her do this, and I find out about it, you might go to prison for the rest of your life. It is over, Natalie.
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You will tell your father that Omar is going to be arrested. He is going to be arrested, I said this years ago, and I had to be arrested just for saying it. If you think you can get away with that shit, think again. I know that Lizzy knows I am someone who DOES NOT TAKE SHIT FROM ANYONE. That is not “mental illness”.
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The mailman just came. He’s a young black dude who talks on his phone up and down the street all day, so I could hear him coming. He picked up the 8 envelopes including one for Richard Ross at 7137 Swift Road.
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11/12/24, 2:02 PM
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Wonder what this song means to your family?
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Dawson Gage — “Nobody’s Crying” (11 November 2024)
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Dawson Gage — “Freestyle Guitar Instrumental” (@ Hewlett’s Creek, 30 September 2024)
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11/13/24, 3:16 PM
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Good afternoon sister Natalie. Against the grain of the mighty system, I continue to maintain this bubble of liberation and resistance. I just managed to buy a washer dryer. I did the same thing 9 years ago, around the same time I married Liz. This one is going to be nicer I think.
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11/17/24, 11:28 PM
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Hello again sister. I did not get to save those messages, but did copy most of the previous ones. This is the exchange of texts between me and my mother from today. I cleaned the apartment and organized my papers at 4am then went back to sleep until 7pm. I am full of hope for the future but am fighting against powerful forces. Not for the last time I guess, I once more command you to bring Elizabeth to Wilmington.
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“Hey mom I hope you are feeling better. I got up early this morning and cleaned the whole apartment, organized my papers and threw things out. Then I went back to sleep, I really needed it after a long week. I can’t find my iPhone right now but can get text messages on the computer. I love you and am grateful for everything you’ve done. Tell Dad to call me when he can. Dawson” “My right arm and hand are still paralyzed. My drains were removed and I was released and just got home. I am having trouble walking but praying over time it will get better. I’m so incredibly disappointed that things have gone wrong and scared I will be handicapped forever and never have my right hand. But what can I do. I miss you, missed you so much in the hospital. Dad is frail and it took everything he had to just get to the hospital and be pushed for hours each day in a wheelchair. He was all alone and shaking from sheer exhaustion . It was a terrible week and Dad is barely standing. We are both so sad about our lives and this family. We wish things were different. We love you to the moon and back despite everything. We wish you were here with us love Mom”
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11/18/24, 1:09 AM
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This is so overwhelming. I can’t tell which parts of this work are for me to do alone, and which part should be done together with Lizzy and Natalie. It all involves “the truth of the documents”. It will take some time to assemble in the correct form, but it is all here. I have seen a glimpse of the truth.
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Let me try to say something funny. It appears from “information and belief” that your father goes by “Rick”, which makes him one of several men to go by the name “Rick Ross”. So there is some kind of hip-hop personality who goes by “Rick Ross”, but before him there was a man who became an undisputable American legend. Someone gave me his book in the High Point Detention Center, that is, “High Point Jail”. What the fuck was I doing there? Well…I was looking for The Autobiography of Freeway Rick Ross.
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And this gives me occasion to say something else about your father, or at least to make an inference which is key to understanding how I came to marry Elizabeth. My grandfather was a radio station manager who decided that his eldest daughter would continue in this business, and so he was the only person of that remarkable century who was able to “give his daughter a radio station”. What she did with that is history. When I first met now-missing radio talk show host Rachel Lewis Hilburn in the studios of WHQR, she knew of my mother as “a legend”.
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11/18/24, 3:11 PM
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Good afternoon Natalie. Today has been a day of awkward phone calls. Not fun, not my best performances, but necessary. I began the day with the Supreme Court of North Carolina, where I talked to a staff member about “habeas corpus petitions”. No one has done it in some time, but in theory you can take a “habeas corpus petition” directly to the NC Supreme Court. You can even pick which justice you want. And if they ignore it they owe you $2000. The key to North Carolina law is to focus on precisely those subjects that “lawyers” think are uninteresting or not worth the time. They also have this habit of “not having expertise”. A habeas corpus petition is just about the most serious thing in the law, because it concerns this subject of “innocent men deprived of their liberty”. People used to have an instinctive sense of outrage and indignation about an innocent person sitting in miserable jail. In fact Natalie dear, that was what happened in Salem 1692.
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Where does magic live when the Internet is on? To understand what has happened you need to know the story of Devon Scott and me. Devon also “dropped out of Carolina for being too smart”, and he has also been persecuted by Ben David’s police state. But Devon did not get charged with “stalking” or “domestic violence” even, but was rather charged with “second degree forcible sexual offense”. It is a curious fact that the Salem Witch Trials live on by that name in the collective unconscious (not everyone believes in this Jungian concept; I am undecided), but that no one is able to say what it means. That’s because its true meaning overthrows and makes a mockery of our existing political and legal institutions, which are no more legitimate than the “Court of Oyer and Terminer” in Salem. It’s fascinating, though, because you can’t quite say what the meaning is, can you? Well, Dawson Gage and Elizabeth Ross can, because they understand that “witchcraft” is alive and well in “rock and roll music” and “hip hop”.
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11/18/24, 3:35 PM
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The theme which persists to this day, which in fact has erupted into a new nightmare in the very years that Lizzy and I have been embroiled in “domestic violence struggle”, is that of “the theodicy of the criminal law”. The common law is one thing, the statute laws another. The common law remains the same, but the statute law changes, and the General Assembly do not seem to understand that when they “change the definition of crime”, that people do not just “fall into place” and “adapt”. (It’s not clear what lawmakers expect people to do.) So in the case of the statutes of which Elizabeth has availed itself, we have NCGS 50B-4.1, and NCGS 14-277.3A(c). These were passed in 1997 and 2008, respectively. So when Dawson and Lizzy were born during the last years of the Reagan administration, these “laws” did not exist in North Carolina. In fact they did not exist anywhere in particular, since the process which led to the universal enactment of “protective order law” and the regime of “forced full faith and credit at the point of the Union gun”, it was not something which people were able to talk about. It was not debated, it was passed without much thought. It would be interesting to get a super-detailed picture timeline that shows the spread of “the protective order virus”. In the case of “pro-business neoliberal austerity legislation” and “anti-regulatory reforms”, there is the organization known as “ALEC”, the American Legislative Exchange Council, which not too long ago was something that Democrats considered a “conspiracy”. No one talks about ALEC anymore, and its work has been mostly accomplished. Those who have this “federal fetish” about “the federal government is wonderful” while “state governments are racist/homophobic/Republican/redneck”, it ends up causing more problems for the very states who supposedly “benefit from progressive federal measures”. But in the realm of “protective order law”, this same dynamic can be seen, where a mysterious “federal spirit” seems to be pushing and tempting the States into “passing more severe protective order measures”. You can see this in the way that all the State Attorneys General get together for these “amici curae judicial gang rape operations”. (The phrase “judicial gang rape” comes from a piece I wrote in jail in Orange County, and just to be clear, it’s a variation on something a North Carolina Senator said. He was referring to the way that the Republicans could “pass the budget without the Democrats’ consent”. So we see this idea of “consent” has picked up a new meaning. Of course there is the idea of “the consent of the governed”, but the loser minority caucus of the NC Senate Democrats are not exactly “the governed”, in fact they are the “least governed people in North Carolina”. They have no idea what they are doing, they hold office, they take up space, they add to the overall levels of carbon dioxide in Raleigh, what else is there…
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11/18/24, 4:09 PM
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I hope you and Lizzy-Liz are as excited as I am about our new life as “the lawgivers”.
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11/18/24, 4:32 PM
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Holy shit I am on the phone with the Clerk of the NC House and he just listened to my whole story.
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11/19/24, 4:45 AM
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It’s Been a While by Dawson Gage 高大文
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11/19/24, 7:16 PM
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Good evening sister. The next Gibson J-45 arrived from Japan today, this one is from the 70s. It’s an American Gibson from the middle 70s but it was in Japan, as so many good guitars seem to be. The silver lining in having my musical instruments stolen so many times (and by who?) is that it has forced me to reflect upon “what instruments to buy” in a different way.
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Tomorrow I am getting the windows in the apartment measured for wooden blinds, something that has been on my mind this whole 9 years, much of which were lived with a certain amount of “visual exposure” to the surrounding neighborhood. But jail and prison and hospital changed my perspective about “privacy”. Nevertheless the blinds will be a splendid improvement. The other thing tomorrow is the private trash removal contractor will be here to remove the shipping materials I have accumulated, but also the “construction debris” that my uncle allowed the “painters” to leave here.
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By the way this J-45 was about $2100. There is another one on the way from Texas, fairly similar, which was about the same price. At the time of our December wedding anniversary in 2022, when I was beginning to write “Paytel message chains” to people Liz and I know from UNC, actually come to think of it I do not recall when the Gibson ES-335 was stolen, but in any event I had an electric guitar to give to Elizabeth upon our reunion, and it was taken by the thieves, most likely in some way related to the legal proceedings against me and the violent crimes of Timothy Joyner and friends. Lizzy has been know to use the phrase “face melting”. Not necessarily a phrase which holds up under scrutiny, or which retains the positive promotional sense in which it seems to have been uttered. It must be related, however, to the far more elegant concept of “face stealing”. As in “The Grateful Dead”….
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“look at my face / and see it’s all wrong / the kind of charades / some folks’ll do for a song” –Lizzy Ross, “Saying It’s Easy” ———————————- “they put up my picture with silence / ’cause my identity by itself causes violence” –Eazy E, from NWA, “Fuck Tha Police”
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(BTW there was a “tech” at Cherry Hospital who used to party with Eazy E in Los Angeles along with the dude from Everlast”
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So many things to say, Natalie, and I wonder which ones can wait. There is no alternative to a rendezvous-reunion in Wilmington. A renewal of vows. A December celebration neither spiritual nor secular, but simply practical, which tends to efface the difference.
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11/19/24, 7:51 PM
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I just found a classic photo from “the original days of the big house”. I sent this to Shaddi Hasan sometime in 2016:
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What do I have to do, Natalie? ——– “I don’t want you pining for me”. –Liz Ross, to Dawson Gage, February 2016 —– “my girl, my girl / don’t lie to me / tell me where did you sleep last night? / in the pines / in the pines / where the sun don’t ever shine / I will shiver the whole night through…” –“Where Did You Sleep Last Night”
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“some come here to fiddle and dance / some come here to tarry / some come here to fiddle and dance / some come here to marry” –“Shady Grove” ————- “I must confess / that my loneliness / is killing me now / don’t you know I still believe / that you will be here / and give me a sign / hit me baby one more time…” –Britney Spears, “Baby One More Time”
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“and when at last I find you / a song will fill the air / sing it loud so I can hear you / make it easy to be near you / for the things you do / endear you to me / ah you know I will / I wiiiilllll” –The Beatles, “I Will” ————- “I’m talking, talking, talking, talking, talking in my sleep I’m walking, walking, walking, walking, walking in the street Time is passing, I grow older, things are happening fast All I have to hold on to is a simple song, at last” –Sly & the Family Stone, “Sing a Simple Song” —————- “….what is a band / without cymbals?” –Phish, “Simple”
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I hope you understand that if I need to get the Governor of Tennessee involved in this situation, I certainly will do so. There was a time when Tennessee was subject to the authority of a Governor in Wilmington. It is just a question of whether you and your family want to act independently of the governing authorities. You can’t pretend that these authorities are not involved, because they have been for many years.
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I do not want to wait any longer Natalie Ross. ——— “I don’t wanna wait / for our lives to be over / I want to know right now / what will it be? / I don’t wanna wait / for our lives to be over / will it be this / or will it be / sorry?….” –Paula Cole, “I Don’t Want to Wait” (Theme from the TV show Dawson’s Creek) —- “who knows how long I’ve loved you / you know I love you still / will I wait a lonely lifetime? / if you want me to, I will.” –The Beatles, “I Will” —————- (My mother actually used to sing me that song… —- So can Elizabeth hurry up and get here please so we can start recording our version of The White Album?
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11/19/24, 10:22 PM
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And just when you think you have no one in this world, you hear from your friend Ping Wu!!
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Hey Ping how are you? Are you in Wilmington? I might need you and Mark to help me with something. Yes I am in Wilmington How are you ? What do you need help with? Are you okey ? Yes I’m OK, it’s Good to know you’re here. We need to get in touch with the governor of North Carolina. I am trying reunite with my wife who I’ve been separated from for many years. It is a story which is very hard to tell . I don’t Mark isn’t home right now. He’s gone to San Francisco. I’ll tell him when he gets back. It would be nice for you to be reunited with your wife. Okay, sound good.Don’t think too much, everything goes with the flow, is yours will never run away. God bless you. Talk to you soon! Have Good night and nice dream! file:///var/mobile/Library/SMS/Attachments/33/03/4A3AFEA5-4002-4D34-8F0D-076E0F506E1A/IMG_2827.heic
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So Ping Wu Longvaal is a very, very, very important person in my life. She is a witness to my persecution by the state of North Carolina, she was born in the People’s Republic of China.
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Someday sister we will make it to China
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11/21/24, 8:36 AM
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“7 July 2024: Outdated (for Germaine Greer & Gretchen Whitmer)” when females fight, we call them cats when they talk back, we call them bitches but when they run as Democrats they rock our votes and take our riches what good’s a dance with wooden dancers? ballets with plastic ballerinas? to planted questions, empty answers by hollow men in dark arenas but women too can act pretender the cover girls who keep it real who play trump cards of sex and gender to make us think the way they feel the system leaves us broken-hearted this has yet to be debated the brightest men can be outsmarted but the flyest girls can be outdated. –Dawson Gage 高大文. @ New Hanover County Detention Facility, cell S225 Castle Hayne, NC, USA
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11/21/24, 11:01 AM
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“10 October 2023: The Elemental Lamentations of Carolina (for Danielle Rothman)” ====== “This I recall to my mind, therefore have I hope.” –Lamentations 3:21 I. it’s the thrum of a sinister readiness a template for temporal darkness a vision replete with distortions perversions of heavenly writ demonic conceits of the magistrates enshrined in the tablets of law the spectacle holds us in bondage our feelings inflected with lies tormented by private indulgence no memory left unprofaned the planet alight with emotions the rituals thrown to the pit the stones of the palace repurposed for towers of limitless greed the lessons of time immemorial denied for the sake of consensus divinity sold in the market illusions installed at the gates corruption exalted as natural while strategy creeps through our veins temptation confounds the believers convenience envelops the nations the righteous are made an example while poisons are labeled as cures derisions allowed in the pleadings seduction encouraged in schools the altars surrounded by sentinels enforcing the prior restraints. (II) no clue how my destinies touch you with the notice of sacred dilemmas but the fires which gleam in the newsflash remind me of earlier days expecting the seminal conflict I reach for scriptures and runes I cancel the lonely directorate I rattle the secular cage I’ll settle my scores in Hillsborough then climb to the Tar Heel clouds they will carry me off to Jerusalem where I’ll kiss you right on the cheek. —- Dawson Gage, @ Orange County Detention Center, Hillsborough, NC, USA ======= “Save Israel, Free Palestine”.
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11/21/24, 12:24 PM
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Good afternoon, Natalie. I hope you understand that I believe in my heart that you and Elizabeth will be here for Thanksgiving. Without this dream, I could not go on living. But I’m also preparing for the worst, by which I mean, the scenario where your sister, enabled by the police state and the considerable crowd of people who were with us at UNC who are great entrepreneurship who have no fucking moral compass and bad taste in music. And one could say that between these two things you can grasp the wickedness of “Violet Bell”.
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11/21/24, 4:43 PM
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What I was saying is that you need to listen to me. I am saying the same thing now. I have to assume that Elizabeth is still paralyzed by the trafficker and the humiliation of doing what she was doing while her husband was being tortured in the carceral State. In fact on some level, the goal of this whole miserable plot was to provoke me to do something which would give the State an opening to murder me. In fact, there’s a circular logic to it: “I hate Dawson Gage, he is not my husband, that is his delusion. The truth is that I love fucking and sucking and kissing and hugging Omar Ruiz-Lopez so much that marriage doesn’t mean shit to me, it’s outdated, it’s the patriarchal losers who believe in marriage. In fact, my sex-positive racial-justice performance-art life-partner three-ring-social-network fornication-vacation music-lesson love-bomb substitute for a real human life is so delicious, that Dawson Gage should be arrested whenever Omar and I feel it advantageous for our transcendental face-melting fundraiser psy-ops strength-through-joy supercreativity Panama blitzkrieg.” In fact Natalie, no colorful phrase is adequate to describe how fucked up and evil Elizabeth’s conduct has been. I am telling you what the law says, and you are going to follow the law, and that is what I want your father to understand. I am worried about what goes on on these 60some acres in Robertson County, TN. If your dad is the biggest landowner in the county or whatever, the authorities might not be sure what to do. Then again they might agree with me that it is worth having a look.
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11/21/24, 5:03 PM
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It is not my wish to have to make her relive her experience as a trafficking victim. As far as art is concerned, and as far as her dignity and self-esteem are involved, it is best not to dwell on it, or to make excuses for Omar. It was not a casual choice on my part to say that “Violet Bell is rape-kidnapping”. I knew that Lizzy was going to use every bit of psycho-feminist bluster to try to deprive me of the right to say “rape”. So she and her “student lawyers” were allowed to rehearse their sick story, and to say it in a court of law. But in fact the unspoken message of Lizzy’s denial of her husband is to say: “I am the world’s biggest whore, and that is the law in North Carolina now. I am a priestess and Omar is a demigod. There is no more constitution, there is no more Chinese communism, there is no Weaver Street Market, there is no Maple View Ice Cream Store. Dawson Gage is not a poet because the only poets are black and brown people and women who write about being raped or dreaming about being raped. Timothy Joyner is a poet, Dawson is a rapist. Ben Schachtman is a journalist, Beth Posner is a professor of law, Josh Stein is the governor-elect, and Democratic judges are better than Republican ones. And this is the proper way to interpret “I am the world’s biggest whore.” The perversion and depravity might not be evident to Elizabeth, who at times does display a certain immodesty that lends itself to indecent exposure. But for all I know Natalie the reason she tried to have me killed is because she likes to fuck Omar. How am I supposed to know? I mean, what does Lydia Shelley think of it? There used to be a certain moral quantum in feminism, and this allows us to see that the disgusting doctrine that justified “Violet Bell” is not really feminism, because the idea of sex is neither “second wave” nor “third wave”. It is not remotely similar to the theories of Judith Butler. It is not something which would have been acceptable at UNC, and yet it has been supported by the Order of the Golden Fleece. The fact is that you can’t have your fornication cake and eat it too: you can’t sing a song called “Wedding Cake”, then deny the reality of your own wedding for the sake of….”false engagement”. That is “Hunger Games Meets Saddam Hussein”, except that Katniss Everdeen is channelling Linda Lovelace. Where is Myra Breckinridge when you need her? The sad thing is that “Violet Bell” was so completely illiterate that it caused the pervert-music-bloggers to reveal themselves as a poor imitation of Chat GPT. Lizzy herself went down this mathematical road to serfdom, excuse me, this backward number line which slopes down to the depths of hell. Lizzy and her “counsel” did not have to defend or justify their argument-per-free-choice. The idea that a woman has the right to engage in whatever extramarital or non-marital sexual relationship she wants, this is no longer considered controversial. It is an article of profane faith in Orange County, or rather among the class of fascists and psycho-liberal collaborators.
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11/21/24, 5:30 PM
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“We loved watching you guys at Mystery and in Saxapahaw! It’s been way too long since we saw you last though, looking forward to the next one – HUGS! -Chris and Britt user avatar Violet BellCreator over 3 years ago Thanks Chris and Britt! We sure miss the Mystery days – what a sweet time that was. Looking forward to being reunited again in live music one day soon love and hugs!!”
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Yes Natalie, if for some reason your sister has been so permanently disabled that I will no longer recognize her as the woman I married, then there will have to be some other kind of maximal punishment for your father, just to make clear to history that he failed, or worse, succeeded. It is so clear that I am the target of every last goddamn word that Lizzy said and wrote. It is terrifying.
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11/21/24, 6:02 PM
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Quote from Violet Lizzy: “…Having this experience of big, group harmonies I had this realization more and more that music could be a part of my daily life in a way it hadn’t been as a child. Or, rather, as a way of public, shared daily life. Because it was always part of my life, but it was part of community life here in North Carolina. That was a big element of how music and North Carolinian music in particular drew me in and captured my heart.” “Big, group harmonies.” Translation: “At UNC Chapel Hill I learned to be the world’s biggest whore, and was able to harmonize this bold lifestyle initiative with the philosophy of Light and Liberty. It was not so much that I fucked any boy who wanted it, it’s more just that the thing I remember is that dreamy vocal-fry UNC liberal accent that all the cool kids used., and this is why Omar really makes me smile, because it’s even better than Casey Tolls accent, because it has BIPOC richness to it, and yet still has that lovely vocal-fry and a groovy constellation of spirtitual words which, I mean, who doesn’t get frisky when a man posts “Namaste!” in an Instagram comment. That vocal-fry is not just a vocal-fry, it is a symbolic manifestation of deep community, and it unites everything from the Carrboro Noise scene to the Female Fellows Nashville Group Sex Retreat that we had just to make sure no one was vulnerable to Dawson Gage’s romantic stalker tactics. Community is my God, and sex is very important in our community, that is why I am so respected, because I am the most sexually advanced woman to come out of UNC Chapel Hill. We only use this phrase “I am the biggest whore as a form of rhetorical immunization: we take Dawson’s nightmares and we turn them into dreams, we take the Christian religion and we use it to invent a life-affirming paganism which goes beyond the cult of fertility, which does not acknowledge bodily autonomy and the sacred power of the ambitious vixen making self-conscious life decisions for the greater good. Community is where we recognize the harmony of hormonal contraception and investment capital: they both involve a creative and generative process with no limit and no shame, and that is how we became the next step in evolution, which is community, which is the only way to arrive at justice, and that is why we have such great sex, because Dawson is in a jail cell, and there is nothing like feeling Omar Ruiz-Lopez holding you in his Brown power and teaching you what music means while the image of Dawson in his jail cell sizzles in my beautiful mind. It’s the ultimate climax and the transcendental dream world. Dreamfreedombeauty is a box of exotic condoms and a video-date with the consulate in Leipzig.
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As you can tell sister Natalie, I am very upset. There is rarely a case of “domestic violence” that does not involve some aspect of sexual immorality, that is, of “prostitution justified”, or just “artless promiscuity”. Artless? Yes. I know that people our age are supposed to wrack their brains in search of the true Zen Path of Relationship Ethics, where the Golden Fleece couples who get divorced because of woke politics don’t say shit about Omar and Lizzy. It’s a way of making it seem as if nothing really matters but politically-correct sex. These ideas have warped people in their most private and intimate nature. Xunzi was right, human nature is evil, the only remedy is conscious effort. I read so much “sexual case law” in the Orange COunty Detention Center that even the Human Trafficking Prosecutors don’t know how to handle my arguments. I owe a great debt to the works of the greatest DA who ever lived, Clifford G. Roe. In fact it is this man’s theories which save your sister from the sulphur pits. Clifford G. Roe was the one who argued that women whose sexual history is less than reputable nevertheless deserve the protection of the criminal laws. This was in the time of “White Slavery”, which is a mostly-forgotten discourse which was also a very real phenomenon that is at the heart of the United States political system. Lizzy said I’m a “political science genius”, and yet she wouldn’t say what it was we did. She never had to.
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11/22/24, 12:26 AM
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Hello again sister. I wonder if you have any idea how miserable it is to live with what your sister has done. I only have so much life left in me before I just die of heartbreak. It does not matter what you want, or what you think, I am not asking you, I am telling you to bring Elizabeth to Wilmington. Do you want me to have to hire a lawyer in Nashville? I already found a pretty interesting candidate, she appears to be a very intelligent, very respected blonde woman who calls her practice “boutique”, that’s Nashville for ya. There is no “boutique restraining order representation” in North Carolina. My parents paid some $75000 to Sam Coleman’s firm and he did everything that Lizzy’s lawyers wanted and said I have a mental illness. That’s the lie that your captive sister was made to tell. It’s a lie that will haunt her for the rest of her days. I will not allow Elizabeth to go on being a weapon for white supremacy and a prostitute for whoever she is talking to these days. Evidence suggests that she is such a traffick-tart that her eyes light up whenever someone says “St. Croix”. It’s OK, I’m very amorous myself, I understand it on some level. But Lizzy is not stupid, she knows that it was a world-historic wrong in the eyes of God and according to the laws of this country, or the world, or England, take your pick. We will survive, but only if you bring her to her husband. As I say, I am not going to let the rape-kidnappers be the end of me. It takes quite an act of volition, because it is, you might agree, very well acted. The look of infatuation which tended to accompany their portentious pretentious musical fakery, it was not what I would call “authentic”, but the mere fact that she was on that stage, and the fact that it doesn’t really matter necessariily what she’s thinking, it’s not the thought, it’s the deed, it’But it is still something I’m not going to tolerate or excuse, and that applies to your father as well. I don’t really know what his businesses are or what he has been doing while Elizabeth sucked cock and sang Namaste-Booboo for the Pay-Per-View-Perv-Squad. I have inferred that your own marriage to John Jack has unravelled in this same period. I can’t say I’m surprised, but only because I saw a picture with John acting as a videographer for the queen of pentagrams and the king of wishful thinking.
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Of course, to be clear, I am not going to pay for a Tennessee lawyer. But I am going to send a nice letter to this “boutique women’s law firm”. Something to amuse me while I wait on my wife to remember her vows and to honor what is important as opposed to what is “fun”, “easy”, who knows.
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Another thing: I’ve finally got some “OCR software” and have used it on the “case files”. So it will not be long before I can publish all of Lizzy
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All of the disgusting false statements she made under the influence of the Bipoc Bisexual BoyBandit and his White Man’s Law
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Yes, there will be a website where people can read the truth, and Lizzy will accept it and live with it. It will be a useful corrective and a reminder of the life she was able to leave behind. It will save other women and improve men and women both to see that a woman can be made to lie, cheat, sing, play, fuck, suck, and smile for the camera, and then turn around and say “What did I do?” “What did I do?” “You came back to your husband, that is what you did. That is all that matters.”
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And yes, this website will reach Rick Ross. You know, it really is a match made for the millenium. My mother also got into websites before the 90s were over. Believe me, I noticed that Liz had her own website and email in the UNC days, it was conspicuous. I didn’t start my own websites until after Lizzy had been taken away. I won’t let that happen again.
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My mother’s website was what used to be called a “web portal”, and was paired with our two radio stations. In a classic Web 1.0 sort of way, it was perfect: GWIZ.COM
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I tried to buy the domain back in spring 2022, I got a call from the domain people, they said “No problem! That’ll be a quarter-million dollars please!” Speaking of quarter-mlllion, I have decided to sell my other house, because my mother is refusing to acknowledge her complicity with the rape-kidnapping torture conspiracy. As far as the law goes, it’s about the same as with your father: there isn’t enough money to cover the damage. I told her that if she was going to call Lizzy a prostitute, she might consider paying her what she’s worth. You know? “…been the question-asker / had to know the price on love…”
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Last thing before I go eat something. Lizzy is very much like me in that she does not, by her nature, have any sense at all. She has an intellect which can handle the most extraordinary tasks, and which can wreak art from the chaos. It is a gift and I have always thought the most of her. And yet, because she is a woman, not just a woman, but a woman who tends to engage with men as a matter of instinct and habit, and that is really the issue, because “marriage” is supposed to be the End of that. In fact, generally-speaking, contracting the herpes simplex virus would traditionally brought about some diminiution in the peacock program performance-art poster-girl thing. Think about it. What does Taylor Swift think of Liz? Tha’
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That’s something we’re going to find out. In fact I might even send a letter to Travis Kelce and tell him to put together a posse of football players to hunt down Omar. It might take the NFL and the NBA to locate the Faggot Fiddler from Panama. The fact that he is such a pathetic and reprehensible person only made it more painful to know that he would continue to perform his Satanic Excellency’s Request. When Liz is in my arms again we can laugh that the whole thing was a prank on the President. Do you know the story of Andrew Jackson’s arrival in Washington? In 2028 it will be 200 years since “Old Hickory” stormed into the White House with the People at his back. Lizzy knows full well that that could be our future. But in the mean time, it’s not the White House, it’s the Wizard House, and I suggest you start your journey by tomorrow night. Do you understand me Natalie? I sure hope so.
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11/22/24, 6:21 AM
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11/22/24, 10:04 AM
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Hola y buenos dias. Por favor puedo preguntarte algo muy serio y importante. Tu eres la madre de Omar Antonio Ruiz-Lopez? No hay manera facil para describir esta situacion, pero necessito informarte que por muchos años yo he acusado esta persona, que yo he encontrado tres o cuatros veces, yo he acusado a el de crimenes contra las leyes del estado del Carolina del Norte, y tambien abjao las leyes de los estados unidos. Es claro y seguro que el grupo o negocio de dos personas que se llama Violet Bell es una forma de traficando de humanos. Porque yo digo asi? Porque la mujer que tu parece a creer es la “novia” o “compañera” de tu hijo no es nada sino su objeta y muñeca. No es libre, porque Elizabeth Kenyon Ross de verdad es mi querida esposa, y una conspiracion de Omar y los autoridades en mi estado y mi pais ha suportado a el en su campagña de traficando y delitos sexuales. Lo siento por las graves noticias. Pero necesito decirte que tu hijo no es permitido a hablar, ni ver, ni oir, ni tocar mi esposa. Nunca, y nunca mas, y nunca nunca mas. No estoy seguro cuando el poder del la ley va a terminar esta historia de crimen y ofensas contra la ley de dios todopoderoso. La verdad mas profundo de Omar Ruiz-Lopez es que su nombre se puede cambiar a “hijo de Noriega”, y los Yanquis con dinero y sin morales a el les gustan lo mismo. Pero yo, educado en Bolivia, un hombre de la izquierda y poeta de la ciudad de Wilmington, lo sabe que hacer, y asi la cuenta termina. Que te vaya bien, y que la justicia llega antes del fin del año. — Guillermo Boliviano.
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11/22/24, 11:25 AM
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That is a note to Omar Ruiz-Lopez’s mother. Is Elizabeth in Oregon with Omar at the sex retreat, Natalie? Their website says things about “There will be massages!” and “No music experience needed, just bring a ukelele!”They even talk about the “ecstatic dance”.
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Honestly, the way they make our Lizzy bend and bow and blend… I almost would rather hear that she WAS actually having sex for money. At least they wouldn’t be allowed to put that on Facebook.com.
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That is what “having sex for money” is though. But seriously Natalie, this has gotten so terrible that I don’t know what to make of it. I got so furious that I almost broke my computer table. When I stamp my feet on the wood floors in here in seems to shake the neighborhood. I was OK letting the neighbors hear me weeping. I have wept again and again since I got here. Can you say why I am so heartbroken? It’s because Elizabeth is so alone in this awful world. There is no one but me to help her, and I am stuck here, and who knows where you are? I mean, you could get here yourself and sort of summon Lizzy, right? Wrong. Lizzy needs a guide. When was the last time she went anywhere on her own?
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But let me continue to vent my frustrations. In jail, I developed a skin infection that seems like it might not ever go away. It appears on my face and is very hard to treat. I can deal with it, but it sometimes feels like a death sentence. It is so disgusting to see the pointless and depraved life that Elizabeth has lived. As I say, these “fake friendships” might actually be much worse for her soul than “sex work”. Because with sex work, there is a sort of “market”, but Lizzy turned herself into a human monopoly on a certain psycho-secular idea. And seriously, why are you letting her do anything other than come to me? Is she in Oregon? I will find out one way or another Natalie Ross. You cannot do what you want anymore. You’ll benefit from what I have to say.
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I obtained some more software for collecting the “evidence”. Not a fun task, but it is important to see that while they have not “posted” in nearly a year, or maybe eight months, they are still “whoring it up in the comments”. I’m sorry but this is disgusting. It is an especially bad sort of “prostitution”. Does Liz really just have no respect for herself, or her husband, or anyone but the next man with a three dollar donation and a hard-on below the camera line?
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It gets worse. Who the fuck is this man in Portland who loves Omar so much? You feel like going to prison so this man can express his artistic feelings about your sister?
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Yes, “Lukas Porter” he calls himself. I have your step-mother’s 919 number from an email Lizzy sent back in 2008, and then I have your father’s phone from the “WHOIS” lookup for “Lizzy.net”. So your father owns Lizzy.net, but that redirects to “violetbell.net”. I wonder what happens with Elizabeth’s vagina? Does it also redirect? Can you see why I am going to have to call the Greenbrier Police today Natalie?
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11/22/24, 12:50 PM
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So last night I saw something which gave me hope. Your mother “liked” the picture of Lizzy and I at Allen Walker’s house. On that occasion, Lizzy met the ten year old Sky Walker. Now Sky is at Warren Wilson College. But what if she just drops out and comes to live with me? I mean, in lifelong marriage.
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I was hoping Elizabeth would see that I had her interests in mind in my ideas about “family planning”. But apparently she does not understand what “family” means. She is some kind of terrible “mind slut”, it’s like she has worse ADD than I do, but it’s not “focus” that she struggles with. It’s loyalty. She can’t seem to do anything that isn’t trivial, and she has gotten worse as to the….
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I just can’t do this.
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11/22/24, 2:41 PM
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Don’t worry sister I think the thing that’s bothering me most is the guitar wrist. Liz and I are going to play the best music, that is the plan.
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That is just as well Natalie. I hope you understand that I left three voicemails for Elizabeth’s attorney this morning. I understand that there is a certain delusion involved in believing that Lizzy will ever do anything other than hurt me. But it’s better for me to assume that you will understand what has taken place here than to write you out of it.
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11/22/24, 6:41 PM
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I am in so much pain. I hope I live long enough for Liz to make it up to me. This is not what we should be doing. The ankle monitor lets the Police hit your brain with a sort of background laser of surveillance. You can ignore it, but it never goes away. The pain adds up. I hope you won’t be angry if I lose my patients and call Roy Cooper’s lawyer. I have told him all about Lizzy, and also about my ideas about the law. I have written to Congresswoman Deborah Ross, I have written to DIstrict Attorney Lorrin Freeman, I’ve written many many others, it’s been my life Natalie. It was the only path left to me. There has to be a way to live and love independently of the capitalist mode of production, and Lizzy is stuck in the swamps of Panama, that is, the Republic of Traffick. When I was in jail I watched the Little League World Series game between Panama and Venezuela. You could see the difference between the two countries in the distorted way that it looks to ignorant woke-faces. That is, at the Little League game, the Panama parents were there in great numbers, looking bougie and slick. The Venezuelans had only a few parents at the game, and they were much humbler in their dress and manner, and of course quite distinct in speech. I know that my perspective is weird, but the whole point our love–the love which was not welcomed by our peers nor our social system at large–has been that we are allowed to live our lives according to this weird perspective, the one which has been the work of my life. Before men all started turning into robots and cartoon characters. \
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In Bolivia, where I learned Spanish and came of age at a wizard’s seventeen, they don’t really play baseball, because it is too far from America. So when Lizzy called me a “racist”, the sensation I felt was pretty much…I won’t even say what it was like.
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11/22/24, 11:54 PM
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“We do not understand section 230 to “create a lawless no-man’s-land on the Internet” in which states are powerless to impose liability on websites that knowingly or intentionally participate in the evil of online human trafficking. Fair Hous. Council v. Roommates.Com, LLC , 521 F.3d 1157, 1164 (9th Cir. 2008) (en banc). Holding internet platforms accountable for the words or actions of their users is one thing, and the federal precedent uniformly dictates that section 230 does not allow it. Holding internet platforms accountable for their own misdeeds is quite another thing. This is particularly the case for human trafficking. Congress recently amended section 230 to indicate that civil liability may be imposed on websites that violate state and federal human-trafficking laws. See Allow States and Victims to Fight Online Sex Trafficking Act (“FOSTA”), Pub. L. No. 115-164, 132 Stat. 1253 (2018). Section 230, as amended, does not withdraw from the states the authority to protect their citizens from internet companies whose own actions—as opposed to those of their users—amount to knowing or intentional participation in human trafficking.” –In re: Facebook, Supreme Court of Texas (2021)
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So here is the link to perhaps the most amazing thing on orangestreetlawschool.org
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11/23/24, 12:12 AM
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I wrote this in the Orange County Detention Center right after I returned from Pitt County where I had won one of the greatest victories in the history of the law. They had no authority to take me to Pitt County, because the charge was not real. There is no such thing as “misdemeanor violaton of a court order” in North Carolina, if by “court order” is meant generic term inclusive of NCGS 50B, 50C, and even 50D, In my case it was a 50C, but it was not from a woman, but from the wicked Nazi gardener and culinary sadist Zachary Hackney. Can you imagine how it would have worked if Omar Ruiz-Lopez had been the one who got the “court order”? But just as Liz once spoke in class of “the gap between merits and credentials”, here we might speak of “the gap between 50B and 50C”, which leaves the matter undetermined. Because there is a conflict between the mindset and perspective of the plaintiff in such actions, which might vary widely from case to case, it has become difficult to sustain the category of “personal relationships” that is at the heart of Chapter 50B. I have dug into the archives and found the moment when. they added “dating relationship” to the list of “personal relationship”. But as I illustrated to Lizzy’s attorney in my presentation this morning, the definition of “dating relationship” is an example of a “deathly triangle in the law” (District Attorney Ben David in his genocide-blueprint “textbook” refers to “The Bermuda Triangle of Death”, while I wrote my poem “Triangle Love” in jail after a dream that Julia Boseman won the election of 2018, which 27 days later came true…
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11/23/24, 12:45 AM
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That was a difficult day, but I suppose there have been harder ones.
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“Ms. Boseman, you and I have never been in a dating relationship.” —Dawson Gage, New Hanover County District Court. 16 February 2018
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Dawson Gage: “Have you ever been the victim of domestic violence?” Carter Jewell: “Not from you.”
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-OK I still can’t sleep. I might have to just go ahead and leave another 15 voicemails for Assistant District Attorney Kelley Gauger. At least a few. I suspect this is going to be the worst week of my life.
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And I suppose that you and whoever it is, you’re talking to just had this instinctive 21st-century relativism about what I was saying to you? Or perhaps you believed in domestic violence court because it gave you the feeling of a witchcraft prosecution, but in a good way. In Salem 1692 and prior witchcraft proceedings in England and Scotland, which I read about in jail, there was often a very fine fuzzy line between black and white magic. Different people disagreed as to whether they was such a thing white magic.
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This might be said to relate to the striking phenomenon which is the emergence of “Satanism is Respectable Actually”. They teach it at the so-called divinity schools now, and they even have some of these strange Satanic unholy books on the jail tablet, where, perhaps you wouldn’t know, you could pretty much find your way to the library of Alexandria.
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11/23/24, 1:35 AM
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And there must be a reason for this outcropping of Satanism, because in that moment of the 60s of high art rock ‘n’ roll which Elizabeth and I both hold so dear in our hearts, but which from some quarters has been said to be an instrument of Satan. But in fact I was able to point out to Ben Schachtman of WHQR that his supposedly advanced and civilized liberal Public radio station, which of course had blacklisted me and surrounded itself with cops and trained all the female reporters in self-defense snitchery (they actually seemed to think that this was some new form of journalism that went beyond the idea of free speech completely. There is definitely something similar at work and Elizabeth’s typically colorful and often wildly mendacious or purely performative dramatic testimony. Like the part about how she was afraid to go on walks, she loves to go on walks alone and think. But ever since Dawson Gage began his reign of terror, the poor Lizzy Ross has been afraid to go on those Thoreau-like meditative strolls through the outlands of Chapel Hill, where I suppose there must’ve been a healthy group of relative of liberal neighbors who cherished Omar and Lizzy for the way they raise the temperature of the neighborhood, if you know what I mean. Which is what they had to do when Lizzy was afraid to go on walks. But in this question of what is meant by Lizzy Ross’s testimony, one must be open in all cases to the possibility that a statement means: “precisely the opposite of the way the DA would mean it”. So the DA would have conversations with Elizabeth, and then she would take whatever it was she said and repeated herself in the context of her prosecutorial hatespeech. And it is here you need to understand Natalie Ross that I will never ever ever excuse or forget or tolerate the way that your sister spoke of me with the language of psychiatry. That is a form of prejudice which might’ve come straight out of the Nazi Third Reich, because he’s so-called hospitals are in fact torture centers for experimenting with psychopharmaceuticals. And I’m not even sure if I wanted to get into the part that Anita Rao played in the decisions about medication. But she was just letting me know the scheme: a Woman acting under the authority of a male manager or supervisor sit to the radio station in bombard the hospital with demands to escalate the chemical warfare on Dawson reproductive system, metabolism, nervous system, antipsychotic drugs Natalie Ross. That is the thing that I’ve actually been giving you and Lizzy a free pass on. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been forced to go on and off of these things knowing full well that they had no other purpose than to destroy me. It’s simply turns you into a different person and you have to keep on living and just except this as a fact to people who believe in psychiatry is in fact the end of your life. But if you let them know that you don’t believe . .
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The condition which is called psychotic disorder cannot be distant tangled from the drugs themselves. Because you can’t separate the primary effects from your reaction to them. And you also can never really pin it it down on the chemicals. What it’s called mental illness is caused by the prejudice of the clerk of superior court. Because it’s the clerk of court you can decide whether or not you are someone who can be committed to hospital.
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Whoops I forgot about the deathly triangle. Well we can’t stop there. But I think we can. I’m not sure what to hope for anymore. But as I said in my letter at winter Benami from Southern Correctional, hope is for the lost and helpless. If you got something going for you and you’re going somewhere, you don’t hope, you believe. It is getting very hard to believe.
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11/23/24, 4:22 AM
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NCGS 50B-1(b)(6): “(6) Are persons of the opposite sex who are in a dating relationship or have been in a dating relationship. For purposes of this subdivision, a dating relationship is one wherein the parties are romantically involved over time and on a continuous basis during the course of the relationship. A casual acquaintance or ordinary fraternization between persons in a business or social context is not a dating relationship.”
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Tell me Natalie, how many “ordinary fraternizations” would you say that Elizabeth accumulated year on year for the past nine years? Because this is a great example of what I was describing this morning to Professor Beth Posner. Maybe for certain people, these categories of social, business and romance (if we can skip the quotation marks) mean something precise and useful. They are called “district court judges”. Then you have to wonder as to the motive for the fabricated or contemptuous testimony.
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11/23/24, 5:29 AM
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I just had a terrible nightmare. No wonder I was afraid to go to sleep. It’s raining here in Wilmington.
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11/23/24, 9:28 AM
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Good morning sister. I don’t know what I’m going to do today but I just got off to the wrong start. Seems like Natalie Ross has indeed been preaching some variety of “fascist magic”, or at least flirting with it. Here’s a word from the wise. To use the language of “domestic violence” in this country is always to do violence to the jurisdiction itself, since whether you’re an RN or an LCSW, you have to accept 50B. You aren’t allowed to speak critically of it. But as I say, there you are, raising awareness of “domestic violence situations”. To build “community”. If you have they key to the jail, then you aren’t really serving “community”, are you?
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I suppose I just feel like everything you do is mean to justify my persecution. You just never listen.
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11/23/24, 10:27 AM
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Minna Everleigh Visits the Hankin’s Brothel When I step out of the hansom, place my heel deliberately on the ground, I know it is right. Dearborn Street will become home to us and our investments. Oh Ada, isn’t it grand? Effie welcomes us inside, and I embrace her invitation to look around, sliding my hand up the banister of the heavy mahogany staircase, as though it is adorned with gold leaf, and wander through the rooms, like Goldilocks, examining the lives of a different species. Based on their living style, I do not have high hopes for her whores. Do the girls only entertain in their rooms? Effie responds, but I do not listen, because I am contemplating the contrast between my plans and what is before me. I almost laugh, imagining clouds of dust billowing while tricks dip their wicks. Everything needs to be stripped, the cheap perfume that drapes itself like a blanket over their filthy beds would need airing out, to rid the house of their revolting sex. In my mind, I smell fountains of perfume puffing out wisps of the best French scents money can buy. My eyes blaze with vibrant visions of luxury: long Oriental rugs summoning visitors into the house, an entire room gilded, complete with a gold piano, a library filled with books that cultivate the mind, crystal chandeliers that drip down from the ceiling, damask chairs from which a suitor can gaze intently upon the woman he chooses. My heels click down the third story hallway that leads into the 2133 side of the house. It feels cold and neglected, yet still familiar. The floors creak, screeching out the suffering of women who had fallen victim to slavers or the financial desperation of parents. Flirtatious laughter and the joyful bickering of happy prostitutes will erase the sounds of sobbing. I click past open doors, glancing inside, moving quickly until I see myself, my full body reflected in a cracked, red stained mirror, and step inside. I am transfixed by the transmission of memories that begins to play, as if I am watching myself in one of the productions I used to be a part, mounting the stage many times before reaching Nebraska. Lester’s shadow grabs my neck, stains the mirror with my blood. My reflected hands grip and slide, smearing it across the surface. I stare, never flinching at the blows. Ada grips my shoulder like a man who has just won a game of dice, 33 and whispers in my ear. I pry my eyes away from the past, embrace the house and the wealth it will bring. I would love to see the girls! somehow manages to slide through clenched teeth. I do flinch when Effie whistles to summon her whores. They line up like Civil War soldiers, and my nostrils fill with the scent of syphilitic sex. I try to force out the stench and images it brings to mind. We take the house minus the hardened whores.
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I wish this poem had been mine but I just found it in a thesis about “white slavery”.
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11/23/24, 4:26 PM
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It’s been a pretty good day so far Natalie. I actually wrote an astonishing poem, much longer than usual, maybe even as long as “Evening Prayer Manifesto”.
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11/24/24, 5:20 AM
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It just doesn’t get any easier. In response to various broadcast texts with links to my website, about an hour ago, I got another volley of Facebook death threats, I called the sheriff, I call the police, and as usual, nothing is done. And this is also Lizzy’s fault. It’s not always the case that domestic violence…
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11/24/24, 6:01 AM
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I suppose you think that it’s so beautiful and civilized to have your little “domestic violence fundraiser feel good” public service announcement. Honestly, if any of you people actually worked for a living, it might be a little less miserable. I suppose I would understand if your sister really were going through some kind of “ I turned myself into an abomination and now I don’t really want to talk to Dawson anymore”. Yes indeed that was the idea. And of course, I’m going to let my imagination get away with me, because the visible record of what Lizzy wanted to do before the eyes of the cameras, if you understood the things I’ve seen Natalie Alexandra Ross, you would understand that your entire life is forfeit if you do not listen. Why do you not have a sense of urgency?
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Let me end the night with a good note. I put the bed-frame together today. It is not as high as the one I built myself from lumber back in 2016, which somehow mysteriously collapsed into pieces when Lizzy sent the SWAT team. Do I really have to start calling your father Natalie? Because there’s nothing that I will not do within the law to make you see what you must do. People think the law is about forcing other people to do things. Not so. The lies about what you force yourself to do. It’s about what two sisters force each other to do even when it completely fucking sucks. In theory you guys can have a wonderful time listening to the magical records on my SoundCloud. It’s not that far. It’s not that hard. I’ve been waiting nine years. I don’t want to live this way anymore. I’m not going to find a woman who would replace Lizzy. I don’t want to, and yet you make me look straight in the face of… I don’t even know what to say. Please help me.
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11/24/24, 7:56 AM
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That was fourth time in half hour. I fall asleep while standing up Orr sitting down twice in the last 15 minutes, this is dangerous for me.
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11/24/24, 3:13 PM
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Good afternoon. The world spirit is with us, but the enemy is also on the march.
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11/24/24, 4:44 PM
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“That he seems rapt withal. To me you speak not. If you can look into the seeds of time, And say which grain will grow and which will not, Speak then to me, who neither beg nor fear Your favors, nor your hate.” –Banquo, from William Shakespeare, The Tragedy of Macbeth “the very loud voices / of my own fears / are ringing and ringing / inside of my ears” –Lizzy Ross, “Nobody’s Crying” “and Gypsy’s eyes / are burning weary / but Saturday night / they see all too clearly / her jewels all made of traffic signs / her nerves of fiber optic lines / and Gypsy marches / on shoeless feet / and rubs her toes into Market Street…” –Dawson Gage, “Gypsy Said” ——————— Dear Ms. Robinson, (or Emily, whichever you prefer) I suspect you may have heard my name before, though probably not very much that was true as to my identity, history, and purposes. There are some things that I need to tell you concerning Elizabeth Ross and the musical “act” known as “Violet Bell”. I also feel as though I need to hear from you about what you were doing with “Lizzy and Omar” during these years when I was incarcerated for my exercise of the freedoms of speech and press. I don’t feel quite ready to write this all now, but I thought I should just send you a musical message. During these years where my beloved Liz Ross has been trapped in the glass cage of cultural capital, I have done what she wanted me to do, which was to practice, to play, and record for the pure love of music and for history. I understand you also believe in the reality of a certain kind of magic. I hope that this magic will keep me free while I pursue the reunion which is my heart’s true yearning, and the vocations of poetry, journalism, and music which are mine own, and not only. That is what I have now. If have a single track for you to listen to that should give you and idea. It’s a 7 minute improvisation on the Gibson J-45. Alas, at the time I was recording this “Kamala Harris Endorsement SuperMixTape”, Lizzy Ross was getting propostions from men who wanted her to fly to the Virgin Islands…. “No man is an island” said John Donne. Nor is any woman. Lizzy is also not a virgin. There are other words for what women are, and what they become, that I will not use at this moment, but I do feel a terrible pain and sickness when I think about what Elizabeth has done with you and the social media platforms. It is actually a very serious crime, and I will not allow the State of North Carolina to say that this was “what she wants”. Nobody has ever asked her what she did with me without Omar Ruiz-Lopez lurking in the wings. I hope you will see that Lizzy is not Omar’s wife, nor his property, nor his “partner” (a meaningless term in this case). I wrote to Omar’s mother in Spanish to say the same thing. The challenge of our time is to save American music (not “Americana”, but the musical patrimony of the United States) from the new political system which abandons constitutional law. Frank Zappa knew that music sucks when you don’t have Amendment I. That seems like something worth fighting for, so I invite you to unsheath your sword. Thank you so much for your thoughtful attention. Please do not write to Elizabeth until you have listened to my SoundCloud, and even then, you should be aware that there are people who are trying to have me murdered in Wilmington. I received another wave of death threats from Timothy Joyner at 4am last night. But we won’t let that stop us. Very truly yours, Dawson Gage “it’s a quick dream / better know what you want / I’m a bad scene / trying to keep up a front…” –Lizzy Ross, “Quick Dream”
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11/24/24, 5:33 PM
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Dear Mr. Ross, I hope you are somewhere near your daughter Natalie, and not far either from Elizabeth. My name is Dawson Gage, and I suppose you will have heard of me, though perhaps not truthfully or adequately. That’s something that we can fix, and indeed we will, because I am Elizabeth’s husband, and I do not intend to let anyone or anything stand in the way of our reunion. On 1 December 2024 we will mark the “expiration” of the “domestic violence protective order” known as “Ross v Gage”. But this “order” has been void in law from day one, and it must be repudiated by you and by all who have allowed it to work its terrible violence on me and on North Carolina. “Ross v Gage”. That has a terrible sound to it, doesn’t it? When I met her, your daughter went by “Liz”, and she became “Lizzy Ross” when she released her first album. But in recent years, she lost the surname you gave her. She became one part of something which cannot be tolerated, they called it “Violet Bell”, and that is what you will have to live with. If you have any sense, decency, honor, or wisdom, you will listen to me, and accept that I am your son-in-law, which means that Elizabeth needs to be here in Wilmington, not in some shame-shack on the outskirts of your estate. I am the owner of the house and property at 515 Orange Street, Wilmington, NC, and I won this through adverse possession. By contrast, there is no way that this sex-criminal who has trafficked Elizabeth around the country and even to foreign jurisdictions, the proof that Mr. Ruiz-Lopez is a trafficker is that he not only will never be able to own property in the United States, but also cannot say a word about where he has been since Lizzy was able to suspend “Violet Bell”. If I learn that he has been permitted to defile your daughter, my lawful-wedded-wife, at a house in Greenbrier with your name on the title deed, I will assume you are asking to be held liable under state and federal law for human trafficking and sexual servitude. I don’t want us to dwell on the nightmare any longer than necessary, but I am drawing a line that you best not cross. There seems to have been a new idea of life at work here, that a woman wants only to “see the world”, to move and move and never stop, to meet and greet and never know, to have nothing to hold onto but the body of the trafficker and the attentions of the people who enjoy her image and sound, so much that they approve of her captivity. But with me, Elizabeth could be the First Lady of North Carolina. I am poised to challenge Josh Stein and sweep to power like Nelson Mandela. Because of this, there is no reason to be sorry or regret the horror-show of violence and sexual immorality that Elizabeth has lived through while I fought the State with my bare hands. We have survived. That’s enough to say that we have something going for us. So Natalie should bring Liz to Wilmington. I suggest Tuesday. My only message for her at the moment is that my wish is that she take the name “Elizabeth Gage”, which conforms with the practice of my mother and grandmothers. If you want to have Thanksgiving with us in Wilmington, you are certainly welcome, as is Elizabeth Pyle-Ross. When Lizzy’s step-mother came to UNC to do the stage version of “The Apology of Socrates”, I stayed home to read The Apology, because I knew that would be the way to make her my wife. This choice of philosophy over public performance seems to have been a recurring theme. I suspect you will be pleased with what I have done, given that it was all for Elizabeth Kenyon, who I love more than I love my own life. Thank you for sending her back to her husband, and our meeting come whenever. Yours truly, Dawson Gage
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11/25/24, 6:55 AM
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Good morning sister. I am satisfied with the letter that I wrote for your father, but the overall situation does drive me towards despair. Because I don’t think you really care about anything anymore, and I don’t know if you can convert two sisters from whatever cult you have adopted that makes you so mean.
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That makes you so important that “I have the right to sit around my father’s estate and roll in the dirt and masturbate, or climb trees and throw rice at the meadows, I can live a life of mental illness and pointlessness and not feel too bad about it, because Dawson Gage is a dead man, a dead white man who is neither dead nor white, but when we kill him with a black-skinned assassin, we will tell the world it was woke…” Are you getting these messages Natalie Ross!!!!???? Do you see what is going on in Raleigh. Get in the fucking car with your sister and get to Wilmington. Raleigh is on the way but you should just drive through.
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Because I have accomplished something that you told me you would respect and support. You said “run for the General Assembly”, and then you ran away and let Lizzy go off to the House of the Rising Sun Timeshare Americana Fuckfest Multimedia Reality Special. I mean, Jesus Christ, people got angry at Justin Bieber for writing some weird shit about Anna Frank, and the same thing happened to Jeff Mangum, but can’t you see that Omar is exempt from both criminal prosecution and media coverage? Just like Noriega was? So can you see that this could lead to your sister making some kind of “pornographic testament” in whatever sodomy-ashram or whatever it is that Omar will turn to for asylum at the end of the game? This has to end this week.
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11/25/24, 7:22 AM
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You know, I really do feel like Lizzy is trying to kill me. It is a pretty sick business to let me sit here unable to play guitar because I spent three months playing four hours a day to make up for the time that Violet Bell stole from me, to prove to Lizzy that her “music” in this period is worse than child porn. I succeeded, and yet Lizzy is still unable to say “I need to stop making child porn”.
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It was more than four hours a day actually, and it was more like 8 years. I started practicing like a maniac as soon as I got back to Orange Street in December 2015. And I am wondering what I will do to Elizabeth if it turns out I cannot play guitar anymore. Because you know, I will still want her to be my wife, but I might not be able to be the sweetheart that I’d like to be. And that’s what she has to accept. It’s “in sickness and in health”, and it is also “til death do us part”, and that means that she has to be able to return to her husband, even if she is worried he might kill her for being the world’s biggest whore and the philosophical cheerleader for the worst thing anyone has ever done. I have had to face death, and I do not want my wife to be someone who would rather be “safe” than “moral”. There are risks involved here Natalie, you might get shot by Klansmen on the highway as you drive here, you might not be comfortable, I just have no idea.
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I’m not going to kill anyone Natalie, but the fact that your sister said that I would, it shows you that she knew in her heart, in fact probably in the bundle of nerves between her legs, she must have known that Omar was trying to murder Dawson by raping Lizzy. This is where your idea of magic becomes a big problem, because it looks like Omar was using it to push his sex-and-death games to the next level. I am not wrong about this. So the “threat” here was coming from Joe Biden and Josh Stein through the vector of Noriega’s phallus, excuse me, his multi-purpose rape-fingers. It was no big deal to get me arrested and jailed, right? Did you think that was going to be OK? No, you didn’t. I know you didn’t. But you let them bully you with sex and death, and that is why you cannot stay there anymore. I don’t want to have to try to force you with a lawyer or a police officer coming to look for you. I frankly do not want to know what has gone on there, Natalie, it wouldn’t be good for me.
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But of course, I can’t remember the last time anyone made a decision based on “what was good for Dawson”. You claim to understand trauma, but you don’t understand the trauma that I feel in my wrist and on my face at the same time. I don’t know if I’ve ever looked more handsome in my life, I am at the height of my powers, and yet I feel so miserable and hopeless that I do not want to sleep and I feel like death is in the room with me.
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It’s because you have cursed the First Amendment, and that is all that I have in this world. So I have something to say to Lizzy, but I am afraid to send her a text message, and I can’t leave my house. I just want to die. I really do not understand. It is driving me madder and madder and eating away at my soul.
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11/25/24, 8:09 AM
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I don’t know what to wear when I dress. I don’t know what to do. For years now I get up at sunrise, dress for court, and yet I know today is not the day to go to court. So I undress and wonder what it is I do. Because I don’t need nice clothes to be a lawmaker, but I do need Elizabeth, and she won’t see me, and I wonder: “Do I need to look better than Omar according to the racial logic that Lizzy has been, well, imbibing for all these years? Because that might not be good for either of us, it might be asking too much of me to be a fashion model in addition to an artist and a scholar. But that is the logic of it, and it is warfare in the realm of the soul.
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It’s funny, because in New York City I would be pretty much blowing everyone away. It is only in New Hanover County really that white women aren’t allowed to even look at me for very long.
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Well at least I have isolated you and Lizzy as the originators of this micro-death tornado in my wrist. It is indeed Lizzy’s fault, it is a permanent effect of “Abilify” and “Invega” and it comes and goes with no clear logic other than that it accompanies the stress and trauma I feel when I know that there’s one 50B-rape-baby on the way and possibly more where that came from.
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This is wrong of you Natalie Ross.
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And so I suppose that you and Elizabeth Kenyon will be somewhere in Robertson County when I am alone here at my apartment on the first day of December this year. And so I will just have to proceed with my “The Metamorphosis of Liz Ross into Violet Liz” website project.
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And that will be the saddest thing I have had to do, and I have seen a lot of sadness.
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And I don’t know whether I should start threatening to hurt my family members if they show up here Natalie, because I do not want to see any of them, and yet they do not want to admit that the problem is the woman who Dawson loves more than his own life, but who Lizzy loves less than, well, less than, hmm…she loves Dawson less than, you know, it’s sad. Because she really has been reduced to the dragon-seed diet, I saw the document which described her nutrition regimen, and it was clear that Omar had figured something out. It was actually a sex-slave diet. That shit might fuck her brain up more than revenge porn, because it actually has an effect on her metabolic system etc etc. It’s a different twist on what Zac Hackney did to Caroline Fryar. And that’s what they know about each other. Lizzy knows that Caroline gets, you know, it is nicer food in a way. If you abstract away from his donkey-man science-dude lumpy-dumpy form, or rather if you see it the way C-line is expected to, you see that there’s a link. What is more important: sex or food? Lizzy gets sex, Caroline gets food, of course they both get SOME of both, but it is different sex and different food.
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Natalie, I just saw that lizzy.net has been re-launched and I find this to be the most threatening thing that Liz could possibly do. That is an illegal website. Your father is doing precisely when I was afraid he was doing. And Lizzy is also doing what I was afraid she was doing. I suppose I can choose to interpret it as a way of provoking me to do what I need to do to reunite our family. But frankly, I’m both terrified and heartbroken because that means that she’s sitting there in the past week or so working on a website where her identity is still united with Omar Ruiz- Lopez. So I’m worried that there’s a protective order renewal motion headed for my door. I’m worried that Lizzy is still in the middle of an active ongoing unterminated musical sexual servitude trafficking relationship. Yes that is the problem isn’t it. What is the “middle” of this thing?
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I can remember when your sister had compassion. While at the moment of our marriage, I didn’t understand the spiritual truth of it and understood that it was a solemn ceremony and a valid marriage, but in the subsequent months after our separation and Omar‘s entry, or do I mean his capture, I did what I thought was right as far as being philosophical and ethical with regard to my relationship with your sister. Because it was marriage, but marriages end, as of course your parents’ did. My parents have stayed together, but there was a prospect of divorce at one point. In my own intimate partnerships, wherever you want to call them, had to resembled marriage in many ways, so I was aware and understood that it is sometimes appropriate for two people to part ways. And so during 2016 before the trafficking operation really took flight, I wonder what it would be like to still be able to have a friendship or some connection to your sister while she remained with Omar or indeed with whoever else. So I was imagining what the conversation would be like, and I thought that may be Lizzy would be someone who could tell me compassionately that it was better for me that I move on and find someone else. In other words, there was a period when I imagined that it would be possible to end this relationship without the need for ghosting or disrespect I also had to wonder.
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Here’s the short version: it’s too late to stop me going on the warpath, and I do not give a shit if your sister brings down the house at the three most intimate venues in Nashville, four nights a week all by herself and then goes upstairs…
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honestly, I do not even know what to say!
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how can she actually do this? There’s no pretending that this is an innocent and ordinary situation Natalie Ross. What they are doing with their websites is very clear adaptation to the fact that they know I know it’s trafficking. And the secrecy involved, and the fact that there was no announcement, no clarity, no, we just got separate websites now. That is precisely what I will not tolerate. Your sister destroyed my website so she could keep on fucking and sucking, excuse me. I’m so sorry, this has nothing to do with Omar does it. This is the psychopathic conceit that everybody encourages Lizzy to have. And it is a threat to my life. It is a threat to my life. It is a threat to my life. It is a threat to my life. It is a threat to my life.
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But that’s OK because this brand new debut of lizzy.net will just be one more exhibit in the vast display of evidentiarymaterials, which will feature in the trial of “State of North Carolina v Omar Antonio Ruiz-Lopez”. It is well known that human trafficking victims are often so destroyed and so degraded by the trafficker that they are completely unable to function as witnesses in a criminal trial. I read dozens of cases of California human trafficking and pimping Natalie Ross, and these were the cases that reach the higher courts, so I’ve seen exactly what human traffickers do when they think they can use the appeal process to get out from a monster pile of trafficking charges. It’s funny because to Lizzy the domestic violence law is the acme of feminism. But she’s unable to say a word or make any sort of activist Instagram post or whatever, the proof that Omar is a trafficker is that Lizzy is unable to speak about the subject of human trafficking. She doesn’t know what it is. To her it’s just life.
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The thing that gave me a clue Natalie was in the trafficking caselaw. Because you learned something about women in there which is not easy to talk about. Because the paradigm shift between traditional prosecutions for prostitution and profiting from it, the shift to human trafficking prosecution involved in assumption that the victims did not really want to live that way. The evidence, however, is not so certain as that. Because while they of course, are not husbands, the traffic is due perform a certain kind of masculine power, and the way that the women respond to this is something that you would recognize if you took a look at these cases. This allows me to make sense of what it is that has bothered me so much about this obviously unlawful two person musical sexual business. I’m repeating myself and I’m aware of that and I will continue repeating myself and developing these themes with this lawful method of free expression through the written word. I suppose when I’m wondering is if I’m writing to the wrong person. Because of course I’ve chosen to trust you. And I trusted you in 2019 and I paid a terrible price for that. And I trusted you in the spring of 2022, and while you didn’t seem necessarily to have been the immediate cause of my arrest on that occasion, you nevertheless did nothing to restrain your sister from doing something which could only be understood as an attempt to have me murdered by police. This game has to end at some point and that’s why I spoke of Lizzy’s compassion. Because she might be somewhat unsettled by the fact that I do indeed presume to say that I am her husband and that there’s no more talk about consent or what she wants.
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See this isn’t doing anything. There’s too many typos on my end and too much fake magic twisted sister cynicism. I’m so disappointed in Elizabeth. I pray this doesn’t mean that she is still coming for my scalp. There’s no one on earth who could stay sane in this situation.
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Because you knew Natalie at this point it’s not for me so much about the future. I don’t really know if I have a future. I’ve seen death many many times I’ve made my peace with God many many times. So if I needed to, I will make it again. I don’t know if you understand what it means to say that you made peace with God. There was a time when I wasn’t quite certain what it meant either, but then I had to do it. To me, it’s not important what Elizabeth does, because I’m going to continue believing in the reality of my marriage until I leave this world. And when I get really bleak, I start to wonder whether I should pray to see Elizabeth in this world or in the next one. And then there’s a question as to whether I should allow myself to see the kinds of things that she’s going to be putting on the Internet. I made myself do it because I understood that it might give me a way to extract her from this trafficking vortex. But of course, the fascist sex police have defined trying to get a woman to leave some other man, that is called stalking now, but of course the catch is that it’s a double bind. In a situation like this, you cannot not try to do something. Even if you know it’s going to lose you your life and you’re going to go to prison and everybody you know is going to abandon you and your whole life is going to be destroyed and it’s gonna happen again and again and again and again and again. It’s an infinite repetition. Except for someday Natalie Ross we die. And at a certain point in a woman’s life the monthly cycle stops. And indeed men have a rhythm too, or at least those of us who can know how to pay attention to it, and I’ve been living in the grip of that rhythm, because Elizabeth is my wife and we are one person and her body is inseparable from my body and so I know what’s going on with her, and I understood that Violet Bell is a sex crime operation, and that each act of intercourse was indeed a form of organic biosexual warfare, on me of course, but also on America, or perhaps better to say the constitution. Let’s just not pretend that this wasn’t some kind of weird politically-correct multicultural experiment. Let’s not pretend this isn’t about killing me.
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It is so sad. Because you know I do have other women. And while my marriage is more important to me than anything else, if I knew that it was going to mean, spending the rest of my life in jail in prison, if I knew that for certain, I would probably figure something out. I’m a man of ambition and not a death wish. But I also don’t see how it could possibly work out for me if I allow Elizabeth to do this. And you are acting in an extremely dangerous and irresponsible fashion. I understood from early on that Lizzy‘s family….
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What you need to understand what Lizzy needs to understand is that while she’s been living this bizarre and fruitless life— I don’t think it’s important as to whether this was “enjoyable” or not, I do not care, nor should she— I’ve been working harder than anybody that we know. I work and I work and I work. I work so hard playing guitar and writing long hand and typing on the typewriter and the computer and using the phone that I’ve got a pain in my wrist that makes me wonder whether I will ever get to play guitar again. and that makes me so upset because the only reason I play guitar is because I knew that I had to keep on playing guitar because someday I would see my wife again and we were play music and that has been the whole purpose of my life and the only thing that just kept me going is the ability to play guitar and now I can’t play in Elizabeth is gearing up her website for Violet Bell’s next big concept. She might as well have started a porn site .
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I suppose it’s best just to focus on the most basic level. We can start from one place in sort of move from there. Let me begin by saying that just the idea, just the abstract possibility, of Elizabeth continuing her extralegal sexual relationship with Omar Ruiz-Lopez, because I’ve lived with this nightmare for years Natalie. I probably told myself more than 150 or 200 times, in fact, probably as many as 300 times I’ve told myself today is the last day and I know it. That’s because this sexual relationship is targeted at me. That much is certain. What’s up to Lizzy is to decide whether she’s going to own it or to disown it. Because she does not get to tell me how I’m supposed to feel about it. And the DAs do not make clear what their official position is. On the one hand they say that my attachment is a form of mental illness. But might that have something to do with the fact that they don’t understand what exactly went on between Lizzy and me?
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I’m so sorry. I can’t believe that has come to this. I’m so sorry.
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I wonder if your sister understands what her website means to someone whose website doesn’t have a goddamn dollar sign anywhere on it.
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But of course prostitution has become a form of culture. Perhaps before your sister loses her looks, they will legalize prostitution in one or more states of the union and “Violet Bell” can expand into a new market.
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Yes the aging process. I’ve given much thought. I watched myself grow older in a jail cell mirror. I felt myself being poisoned in in a hospital. You need to understand that my perspective on life might have a priority over the fantasy world that was constructed within the bubble of the “domestic violence shadow”.
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I feel like crying and screaming but I do not want the neighbors involved. Of course they already are. I miss Lizzy.
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11/25/24, 1:56 PM
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11/25/24, 4:57 PM
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So tomorrow my mother is going to go down to my house at 2153 Washington St, Wilmington, which I purchased for $135,000 in September 2017, to take pictures so I can sell it, quickly, which I’m guessing we’ll yield somewhere between $250,000 and $300,000. I hope that you and your father and certainly your economically-impaired sister are prepared for me to get myself into state Office. It will break my heart and possibly frustrate our movement towards justice, but I will advance my way towards Raleigh with my beloved Liz Ross by my side, and if she is not here then I will do it without her, and I will make the same lawful and compelling demand then as I do now: please come back to me.
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11/25/24, 10:15 PM
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I discovered something terrifying earlier, in fact mind boggling, which was the record of the origins of lizzy.net or arrived on The Wayback Machine . I looked at one page, and couldn’t take any anymore. Don’t you dare say that this is not a trafficking operation Natalie Alexandra Ross. You can see your sister the way she wrote when she was 13 years old. Perhaps we can avoid doing a close analysis of the outright sexual history., but the whole propaganda trafficking prose of which I have a great quantity in my email, that is going to have to be a subject of some inquiry. Although of course, one wondered if anybody but me read this shit. But the same is true of the woman herself.
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11/26/24, 4:59 AM
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It has been so difficult. As I tried to go to sleep, the genocidal death force invaded my head, it was like a curse and a nightmare put together, and it was something which Elizabeth has known, and it has yet to be destroyed. The revelation about this nightmare-spirit came to me when I connected Liz’s fragmented trauma-drama war story about “what happened in Nashville” with the song “Saying It’s Easy”. (…which I take the liberty of editing with that missing “g”. )
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I have, of course, written to you about this song before. But in a situation where we have a group of “restraining order sisters” that the State has tried to keep from telling the truth in private correspondence, what should we think about the fact that each of them has been abducted by Ben David and Josh Stein’s “inside-out victim-centric evidence-based objective-standard protective public safety experimental superstate”
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They really must think that I am stupid, or that black people are stupid, it is not clear how they thought that this was going to fly, but what they have done Natalie is a form of dark magic, it is as if the terror-tribunal of 1692, “The Court of Oyer and Terminer”, and the Catholic Inquisition, and the Stalinist show-trials of the Left Opposition, as if they had all been resurrected within the General Court of Justice, and don’t forget the Court of Star Chamber, that is the necessary precedent as well. What we see is that the supposedly secular and non-sectarian courts of North Carolina are possessed by the kind of existential neighborhood wars that characterized the outbreak and movement of “the witchcraft delusion”….
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11/26/24, 5:32 AM
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The statute, I believe, I sent you in the mail…But this is how I described it in text messages to my attorney and mentor Mr. Goolsby back in September when I first came across “the Salem Witchcraft Statute”:|| “The thing I learned during that “internship” was a confirmation of the intuition that led me away from UNC: that there is “something wrong with North Carolina law”, and that therefore “law school” was not an option. We are thus dealing with the intellectual and moral consequences of “the formalization of legal education”. It has precisely the opposite effect as it is supposed to have: instead of “assuring that lawyers are qualified in terms of knowledge”, it simply establishes lawyers as a privileged class of persons and guarantees that all members of the Bar will be indoctrinated into the current dispensation. The definition of “witchcraft” used in Salem 1692, as I have said, included several distinct types of “conduct”, and they all seem to figure into my own case. One class of “witchcraft” or “wizardry” is “mysteriously knowing where treasure is buried”, but also any other apparently supernatural or inexplicable knowledge or foresight. One imagines that this idea derives from the traditional religious view that “there are certain things known only to God”, and that therefore a man or woman who “knows things they shouldn’t” must be somehow in league with Satan. I have been hearing people ask me “How did you know that?” or “How in God’s name did you know that?” since I was a child. “
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From a blog post on “Mass.gov”, Halloween 2017 (when I was in the mental hospital wearing my Tar Heel pajamas and my Mao Zedong T-shirt, eating a single piece of candy). And that same night… Isabelle Shepherd and her “live-in boyfriend” who was also a candidate for city council Caylan McKay, these two unaffiliated fornication cool-kids dressed up that night as “the Constitution and the Bill of Rights”. But only from Caylan’s Facebook account, which he was using to “campaign”…. And West Virginia has its own magic, does it not? …. Here is the summary of 1692: “In the absence of guidance by specific colony laws, and acting in consonance with the general paranoia of the community, the judges famously accepted “spectral evidence”, and other untrustworthy kinds of evidence, as proof of guilt. Moreover, the magistrates let it be known that an accused witch could avoid execution by confessing, repenting, and putting the blame on someone else. This caused the accusations to multiply. Nineteen men and women were executed by hanging, one was killed by torture, and others died in prison. In October 1692, the governor dissolved the Court of Oyer and Terminer, and in December 1692, the General Court passed An Act against Conjuration, Witchcraft, and Dealing with Evil and Wicked Spirits. This law, modeled on the English Witchcraft Act of 1604, mandated the death penalty for severe acts and repeat offenders, and imprisonment for lesser acts. A new Superior Court of Judicature was created to serve as the highest court in Massachusetts, and in January 1693 it began to hear the remaining witch trials. More importantly, the governor instructed the judges not to accept spectral evidence as proof of guilt. Therefore, most of the remaining witch trials resulted in acquittal. The governor pardoned the rest. The time of witchcraft hysteria in Massachusetts was over.”
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11/26/24, 6:17 AM
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As if Robertson County, TN were not haunteed enough already: “ In 2002 a handful of interested Robertson County Tennessee citizens dared to believe that they could present live professional theatre in a rural setting. The success of the initial productions convinced them of the need to continue the positive benefits generated by this endeavor. In May 2004 Community Spirit, Inc. (“Community Spirit”) was established as a 501(c)(3) organization. From its inception, Community Spirit has been dedicated to the preservation and celebration of the unique history and culture of the Sulphur Fork and Red River area. Community Spirit has been successful in its goal by commissioning and producing two original works that capture and showcase important episodes of local history. Playwright David Alford, a native of Adams, authored both works — Spirit: The Authentic Story of the Bell Witch of Tennessee, which premiered to sold out crowds in October 2002, and Smoke: A Ballad of the Night Riders, which premiered in May 2010. The reception of Smoke equaled that of Spirit. Both productions are artistically unique opportunities for local residents, students and visitors to understand and experience the rich history of the area through live theatre.”
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Is this an accident? The “Bell Witch”? Can one really speak of a lone witch in the hinterland surrounds of Nashville as an “authentic spirit of community”? Well that is of course the fascist idea of magic which is common to “Violet Bell” and the “Community Justice Center”. But depending on where you are, there are differing views as to the “authenticity” of “community”, as well as the what “spirit” means in the context of the collapsing dissolving hot-topic-entropic-misanthropic-music-biopic scenery of 2024 Nashville Metro….
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It’s like, “BIPOC biopic bio-pics as a form of biographical biowarfare”
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11/26/24, 7:06 AM
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Email from Liz Ross to Dawson Gage from 22 July 2008: “Hello, I will be in the mountains of North Carolina and unable to reach my email until August 6th. Have a wonderful summer! Thanks, Liz Ross”
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Email from Dawson Gage to Lizzy Ross, November 2013: “Dear Liz, I had occasion, on a whim, to look at your website today, and saw that I’d forgotten you were playing the Arts Center last night! Aiya! If you’re on your way back to Nashville, I’m sorry to have missed you. I expect you’re taking Nashville by storm. I hope the new scene is fertile ground for some new ideas, some new music, to grow in your head, and that you’ve found some fun & clever people. I remember when I saw you in (I think it was) March, we talked about people/bands you hadn’t had a chance to get into; I don’t remember exactly what they were, but I’ll mention Cake, which you should certainly dig into if you haven’t. Come to think of it, the idea of trying to recommend the “good” or “great” music, to draw the golden line under the “canon”, seems a little silly, since you inevitably end up with the crystallized prejudice of others, who may or may not have known the score–a little like going to a foreign country and sticking to the Lonely Planet guide. And isn’t this the very same question one confronts as an artist? It’s well and good to say “what I’m doing is my own thing, man”; the anxiety of influence can’t be avoided. When I sit down and try to think up some music, I usually find this pressure too hard to bear, and though you’ve managed to make a few breakthroughs yourself, I’m sure you find it onerous. But there are a few ways out, at least, which might go under the header of “spontaneity”, or “improvisation”. The artist, especially the musician, who tries to be the architect (or the confident curator even) is not exactly doomed to fail, but is somehow certain never to truly succeed. Better, then, to follow the lead of the child in the sandbox, or on the floor with a good set of blocks or legos, and with some crayons and finger paints too. I’ll leave my advice-meditation at that; after all, often as not, we seem to agree on a lot of these things–just wanted to confirm your better suspicions, so you can keep the close at hand. Okay, another good suspicion: be careful around anyone who doesn’t know/love the Beatles. Looking forward to see what you come up with next. I’ve attached a compilation of my poems, in rough chronological order, but also organized in rough thematic sequences, with the result being more-or-less biographical sketch of the last few years. I felt some of them could have used a few sentences of explanation–the kind of thing you’d say at a show like “this is a song I wrote back when I was on an airplane across the Pacific, drunk on Cuban rum, thinking about a friend of mine…”–but I rejected the idea of footnotes; after all, perhaps the lack of contrast makes something more interesting. Nevertheless, I’ll say a few words by way of explanation. It might be apparent, but a lot of what was written here wasn’t consciously written as poetry, but rather as free-form notebook entries: flashes of descriptive content, mixed with little short-hand theories, cryptic jokes, word-plays. Whenever something is in quotes, it always (I think) means that I’m quoting something overheard at the time I wrote it. One consequence of this “composition method” (if it deserves that name) is that a lot of poetic tricks, techniques, etc. were out of the question: if you’re trying to capture something (a public talk, etc.) in real time, you can’t pay much mind to things like where the line-breaks go, whether or not to use the word “the”, whether to say “sweetly moving” or “sweetly in motion”, and so on. If the whole point of a piece of writing is to transmit or capture the sense of a certain event or scene, then to go back after-the-fact and toy with things like word order, line breaks, seems like cheating, or at least dishonesty or sneakiness. This same dilemma–to edit, or not to edit?–applied for those other pieces, mostly the later ones, which were written self-consciously as poems. I separate the self-conscious from the “naive” poems in a simple way: did I put in the line breaks intentionally, or did the line breaks just conform to the size of the notebook page/the length of a written thought? It won’t be too hard to tell from the text which is which, and that will give you some clue as to what was going on. So I didn’t edit! Well, sort of. A certain amount could not be helped. Since I had to transcribe all of these from notebooks–none of it was written on computer, duh–I had occasion to look and see what I had actually done, in a much more clear and formalized setting (“it all looks so different without my dear handwriting!”). Furthermore, nearly all the things included I “rediscovered” in notebooks I had not looked at in some time, and so when I typed it up and re-read it usually felt strange–after all, the author was a different me. So the temptation and the occasion to edit prevailed, but only slightly. I kept myself from adding things–a better word or clever new line in the right place–and stuck to subtracting things, mostly the word “the” in a place where it sounded clunky, but also the occasional other word that sounded clunky, or seemed like an obvious departure from my train of thought. This also applies to places where it’s obvious I got distracted from a certain thread–“the view from the fire escape” etc.–and flew off on some other tangent for a page or two. Finally, in a lot of the places where there are indentions, I added them afterwards; in general I was averse to using that “cheap trick”, since I’ve noticed a lot of people, contemporary poets especially, use the indent in a pretentious way that tries (in vain!) to make any old jumble of words seem “deeply poetic”. Like I said, I didn’t want to change things, even the line breaks or paragraphs breaks, so I tossed in a few indents here and there to tweak the emphasis, hint at what I thought was my original rhythm or sense. Okay, enough with technical pedantry! A more important question remains! What do we want from poetry nowadays, anyway? What makes poetry good or bad in our time–beyond the cop-out: “to each his own”? Titanic questions, to be sure; sitting here now two answers come to mind. First, to quote and paraphrase Jesus: “if you have ears, pay attention”, and if you have eyes, pay attention, and if you have words, pay attention. The world needs our attention; without it, it’s at risk of disappearing completely. Second–and here is one thing, if I’ve succeeded, that might make these poems worthy of attention–has to do with the function of art and literature generally. For my part, I think much, too much of our art and literature nowadays is deliberately recondite, pretentious, shot through with the programmed sentiments of one or another clique. In the case of writing, the unfortunate influence of creative writing programs is especially lamentable, since it draws in line in society between the “writers” and the “non-writers”–who get sorted in turn into the “readers”, bless their hearts, and the “don’t-cares”–and once the former line is drawn, does the latter separation mean much? If the power of literature is conceded to a small, trained, domesticated minority, we risk that it won’t be any good. Moreover, if only some of us–dare I say only the bourgeoisie?–participate in literature, the result will be terribly the poorer (and it’s no answer to supplement this with a smattering of “working class” or “authentic” or whatever literature from the untainted, “authentic” margins of society, since this entails the curatorial supremacy of, wait for it, the bourgeoisie.) If our society is stifling the possibility for true art–more exciting, more evocative, more fun, more sad, more angry, more insightful, more human–than one ought to set oneself slightly at an odd angle towards it, a proper distance from it. My poems, it seems to me, are not overtly political, though I imagine politics creeps in (“Evening Prayer Manifesto”, I think, is an exception.) With this collection of written observation and poetic responses from the last four years of my life, I hope I convey some sense my own attitudes towards our society (our world society! capitalism, if you like!) felt deeply over the past four years. It is full of ugliness, full of evil, even. But it will be quite clear that, far from a sense of depression or pessimism or cynical complacency, I was writing to record, to make more real, the beautiful features, small and large, which day-by-day, together, we ought to seize upon. Ultimately, I write because to do otherwise would risk idleness and boredom, so in that way, I hope, my work conveys some notion, some hope, of life where our minds would not be idle, and the world would not be boring. So there’s my preface! I didn’t intend to write so much, and could do more, but my computer is about to die and Looking Glass is about to close. There’s one poem in there, “July 2013 Carolina Blues”, which you could make into a song–I would be delighted–maybe in G or G#. Good luck in Nashville. Thanks also for the sweet note you left on my doorstep on your way out of town. Keep up the good fight; hope to hear from you soon. Love, Dawson”
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Email exchange between Dawson Gage and Liz Ross from 8 November 2007: “Hello y’all, Tomorrow’s after-class dinner bash is ON. An extended but worthy email of information follows. Please read all of it, its all important. Please tell me if you are /not/ able to come, otherwise I will assume your attendance when purchasing groceries. If you have anyone you want to bring please let me know about that. Please take the time to read these several things: * The costs of the groceries that go into the dinner will be split evenly among all attending, including myself of course. Alternatively, if anyone would like to bring a yummy dish of some sort, that would certainly suffice.My goal (aside from all previously mentioned goals of party ecstasy and radical social change) is to spread the burden around evenly. * Grocery shopping will be taken care of either beforehand or immediately after class tomorrow (or some combination of those two.) * We’ll prepare some or all of the dinner as a team! Those of you who enjoy cooking can treat us to your skills, and those who don’t can just relax and enjoy the aroma. * In addition to dinner, we’ll have drinking, music (from both speakers and guitars), dancing, and liberated social intercourse. (/SOCIAL!)/ * With mind to the drinking, those that don’t care to imbibe won’t have to contribute to the alcohol fund. (For those that do care to, don’t worry, we’re gonna do this thang on the cheap.) You are also free to BYOB. * With further mind thereto, the purchase of hard liquor (Spooky punch, anyone?) cannot be carried out by anyone under 21. We need a genuine 21 year old to help out with that. Please contact me ASAP if you have a friend willing to help out. Said person would of course be more than welcome to attend. * Within reason (my apartment is only so big) you are welcome to invite others, provided they support our radical party platform. * I’ll say it again, /we need someone who is twenty-one to assist with our bold and worthy mission./ * Anything you want to bring (musical instruments, well-behaved pets, works of art, poetry for reading, mind-altering substances, political agendas, etc.) is totally cool with me, provided you are willing to share ! That’s all for now! See you in class tomorrow, and hopefully afterwards as well! Dawson” ——————
Dawson Gage, you know you make me happy, right? see you tonight. xx Liz
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11/26/24, 8:03 AM
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Here’s an email from February 2009 will you see Dawson Gage on the list with Lizzy’s mother, father, sister, stepmother:
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Good morning sister. I somehow managed to regain my composure.
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This morning would be a very good time for your father to give me a call. We are dealing with the consequences of what went down while I’ve been locked up, including these past few months on house arrest. There’s no amount of pretending which can erase my life, which, in fact, is the same as Elizabeth’s life, and on behalf of the State and its chosen males she has rearranged her life while trying to subtract and delete my own. But this is not a computer game or a creative art exercise. We are not painting, and we are not making collages. You can’t just add and subtract.
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I think the pertinent point here is something that Lizzy and I talked about back in January 2016, which is Dr. King’s political philosophy, and how it relates to natural law and the laws of nature. Relativistic psycho-liberals try to say that it is possible to get away with doing certain wrong things. They imagine that it is possible for instance to lie under oath and get away with it. In the realm of business, this exists in the theory that one should only pay taxes after calculating prospective fines and making a rational choice. Any in my own cases, my genocidal enemies have generally expressed the view that ”Everybody knows that violating a domestic violence protective order is morally wrong; our society must be defended from the menace of people who deliberately and maliciously harass women. Dawson Gage is one of these men, he’s just like all the others, there are studies and there are infamous cases, and so we know that people like him are a threat to the community, and public safety requires that we be proactive with tools like the lethality assessment protocol to make sure that we get ahead of threats before they happen…” “… but having said all that, even though people like Dawson Gage have only destructive and antisocial pathological purposes, the nature of their mental disease is such that they do not really understand when they are causing substantial emotional distress and symbolic harm. Because they suffer from delusions, in this case, the delusion that they are attractive and deserving of the love of the women who, in fact, they only harass and threaten, because of these delusions, Mr. Gage does not understand that what he does is wrong, and that he deserves to be punished…”
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But delusions have a different function in times of war, Natalie Ross. Because in order to act, indeed, in order to live at all in the context of this genocidal psychosexual violence rape-kidnapping reign of terror, you have to have a certain idea or frame in your head as to what is really going on in the world… … and while your hypotheses might be wrong in some cases, even completely mistaken, the opposite of the truth, you still cannot do without a certain idea, whether it’s a map or a timeline or a calendar, or the look on the face of a mugshot, or a certain conjecture as to what might’ve been said I had a meeting where you know who was present. And the problem here is that the psychiatric ideology has started to find fault with people when you catch them living on the basis of a faulty assumption. The standard by which we judge that which is delusional versus that which is correct and true and scientific, it is generally a standard that gives priority to the ruling order or conventional, wisdom, or majority, polite opinion. In fact, we can dramatize the absolute balance of right and justice and worthiness in favor of the poet Dawson over and against the trafficker Omar by asking which one of them understands the Tibetan Buddhist philosophy as espoused by the Dalai Lama.
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“Money is just a neutral form of energy”?
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In fact, we seem to be getting into this precious fundamental territory, which is the philosophy of Wittgenstein….
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You know Natalie I appreciate how terrible this has been, and I understand that the authorities in North Carolina did not give you too much leeway to intervene. But we are going to say that Elizabeth was waiting for her husband to do what no one else was going to do, and try to stop the genocidal machinery of the state from continuing to work. We are dealing here with a modality of rape where the force involved is not force of hands on flesh, excuse me it is that, it certainly is that, because reality is indivisible, and when the men come to lay hands on me, and then from the hands come the chains and the chains stay on until I get to the cell and in the cell, the door locks and from there there is no way out, not even through the phone. That’s what they do to me. The other side of the split scene is in part open to the public, but in partner and only to our two special angels. But the question Natalie is whether anyone is ever really deceived or under some kind of naïve misimpression to what was going on in Dawson‘s world while Lizzy smiled for the fuck-music camera…
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11/26/24, 4:28 PM
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Oh dear. My memory image of you, sister, is wearing a little thin. I can’t decide whether I’ve won your favor yet. But if I haven’t, does that mean that I should keep on trying? Or that I should try someone else? And if so, who else?
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I’m tired of living with these evil men, and not with my beautiful women. If Elizabeth is having a hard time, that’s fine, me too. But I hope you understand that even the most searching and authentic and serious family intervention get together, is not going to make up for the fact that everyone including Liz has granted themselves the right to defame and abuse and curse Dawson Gage. The problem here is not just that it hurts my feelings. It’s that my ideas and my perspective are just a little bit too central, and I’m just a little bit too important, to be treated like dirt… speaking of dirt…
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Or hold that thought. What I was saying is that there’s a lot that goes with dismissing and denying me, not because of anything in particular, other than the things that I’ve read and my encyclopedic knowledge…
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I think I mentioned I see cycles Natalie. Or maybe it’s rhythms.
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11/26/24, 4:56 PM
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You know, I think I sympathize with the way that Lizzy is clearly feeling, or was, that there was no path ahead in life. I also got out of jail and went home and just started blasting off on the computer. The only difference is that I have a bit of a different profile as far as my vocations and the things that I publish. Now, of course, Dawson and his wife Elizabeth are 2/2 of the same whole, so false opposition, but I guess it’s not really surprising that with nothing to fall back on, when for whatever reason “Violet Bell” decided to take some distance and work on “solo projects”. And what precisely the fuck does that mean? Same with these stupid fucking block cuts or whatever. Don’t get too angry I criticize Charlotte Oden’s art in the case is where it’s obviously just capitalist fizz. But seriously the problem with this whole situation is that after Violet Bell Lizzy no longer had a concept of art as an end in itself. There’s no concept of high culture anymore, no concept of quality in terms that can be appreciated by music journalism or the listeners who don’t…
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11/26/24, 8:57 PM
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11/26/24, 10:14 PM
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Wow, I feel so embarrassed to read the things I said about Omar Ruiz-Lopez in 2016. I suppose it’s one of these cases of “tricking yourself”.
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Or perhaps that is the Tao.
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Granted, I did praise the music BEFORE Lizzy gave up her surname and took on this awful “human trademark”.
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When the record “Violet Bell” came out, it was all I listened to for weeks, and that is because it was my baby. But now I can’t make myself listen to “Quick Dream”, “Black River”, or “I’ll Write My Lines”, because those are the ones with Omar on it.
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In recent years the General Assembly decided to make a very strange change to “the definition of consent”. It seems to resonate with what happened to Liz and me. We both tried to do what the NCGS made possible, or rather, something of that nature. How many women before this change had “tried to withdraw consent in the middle of intercourse”? Did women start to do this more often once the law was changed, and did they even have to know that the law had been changed in order to “sense it”? Do you agree with that idea of “consent” Natalie? Because it seems like Omar might have taken advantage of Elizabeth in some way, and that might be why your father cannot say what he thinks about me. I hope he knows that this will not be easy for me or Liz if our families continue to act ashamed of us, instead of outraged at the genocidal white supremacist war criminals.
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Musical rape-culture is a very serious concept. I have already written a powerful treatment of this subject which relates my beef with “Violet Bell” to the famous beef between 50 Cent and Ja Rule. When you look at it through the frame of “Americana music”, which is a “community-commodity-cargo-cult concept”, it might seem as though my experience of political imprisonment …(and people don’t want to say “political”, but if they knew what I read in jail, they would burn their money in wastebaskets and move to Bald Head Island to hide forever and ever)…> …they might think that they really turned me into the worst person on earth by throwing me in jail. And I am sure that there was, at some point, a sort of “rape bonus” that derived from my captivity. People are responsible for what they do and what they know, and when someone is acting with the blessing of the State and of the culture industry, when they face no impediments with respect to money, access, distribution, when they have Elizabeth Ross completely in their control, and yet they still..STILL….don’t want to just “fuck Lizzy”, because that’s not their thing, that was getting old, that was not really going to work. They had to have me in jail for YEARS in order to accomplish a “rape campaign”. It was a long number line of rapes. And let’s admit that in that situation, OK, sure, maybe it didn’t “feel like rape”. Well, that is what I say myself in my DM’s to Natalie Ross, but that’s because I’m me, and I do not allow people to be the ones to say such things. I would rather say it myself. That is what they imply though, Natalie. They say that Lizzy had a wonderful time, sex and music and beautiful photographs with the best musicians all over the country and in Sweden, Denmark, England, Ireland, I don’t even know where. Let me emphasize the part about Omar putting his hands on her body, and his penis in her vagina, and doing whatever he wanted to her. I suppose I wasn’t supposed to think about all that while I was in jail, and that I’m not supposed to see all the beautiful photos of Lizzy living her best life in freedom, the freedom for which I paid the price, the price of freedom, the price on free love, which like freedom, as you know, isn’t free.
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I want to see your sister tomorrow, and every day I feel her near me, I talk to her, I tell her over and over “I love you so much Liz Ross! I miss ya so much! I love you so much!” and the words, my own words, I can sense her voice inside me saying the same words. And I have also begun to remember our marriage in the way it feels in my crotch, and it is so unbelievable that I can barely contain myself. I have no regrets even though it does seem as though Lizzy is still in the grip of the enemy. It’s a blind leap into the dark future, but the darkness is only from the veil of iniquity and the fog of war. There is a light somewhere, and I hope it will allow my Lizzy-Liz to see her husband as he was when they were married, and as he is today, which is to say, the only man who could ever say he is “her man”. That is all I have ever wanted to be, because “her man” means “the Freestyle King”…..
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Dawson Gage, you know you make me happy, right? see you tonight. xx Liz wrote: Hello y’all, 1 of 2 11/26/24, 7:31 AM Re: [ncf2010] tomorrow’s radical dinner party Tomorrow’s after-class dinner bash is ON. An extended but worthy email of information follows. Please read all of it, its all important. Please tell me if you are /not/ able to come, otherwise I will assume your attendance when purchasing groceries. If you have anyone you want to bring please let me know about that. Please take the time to read these several things: * The costs of the groceries that go into the dinner will be split evenly among all attending, including myself of course. Alternatively, if anyone would like to bring a yummy dish of some sort, that would certainly suffice.My goal (aside from all previously mentioned goals of party ecstasy and radical social change) is to spread the burden around evenly. * Grocery shopping will be taken care of either beforehand or immediately after class tomorrow (or some combination of those two.) * We’ll prepare some or all of the dinner as a team! Those of you who enjoy cooking can treat us to your skills, and those who don’t can just relax and enjoy the aroma. * In addition to dinner, we’ll have drinking, music (from both speakers and guitars), dancing, and liberated social intercourse. (/SOCIAL!)/ * With mind to the drinking, those that don’t care to imbibe won’t have to contribute to the alcohol fund. (For those that do care to, don’t worry, we’re gonna do this thang on the cheap.) You are also free to BYOB. * With further mind thereto, the purchase of hard liquor (Spooky punch, anyone?) cannot be carried out by anyone under 21. We need a genuine 21 year old to help out with that. Please contact me ASAP if you have a friend willing to help out. Said person would of course be more than welcome to attend. * Within reason (my apartment is only so big) you are welcome to invite others, provided they support our radical party platform. * I’ll say it again, /we need someone who is twenty-one to assist with our bold and worthy mission./ * Anything you want to bring (musical instruments, well-behaved pets, works of art, poetry for reading, mind-altering substances, political agendas, etc.) is totally cool with me, provided you are willing to share ! That’s all for now! See you in class tomorrow, and hopefully afterwards as well! Dawson
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And here we are. The witchcraft statute of King James from the year 1604, which repealed and replaced the previous witchcraft statute of Queen Elizabeth. But this took place after the “secret December marriage” of John Donne and Anne More in London in 1601, and then came the trial of Sir Walter Raleigh for High Treason, which came only after his long internment in the Tower of London, which I am sure was a truly outrageous political imprisonment experience, to be sure, but when I myself read the Trial of Sir Walter Raleigh in the Orange County Detention Center, I was sitting in my underwear on the floor of my cell, copying passages from the trial of Sir Walter Raleigh, as the novelist Martin Amis passed away in Florida on 21 May 2023. I had met Martin on my 25th birthday in San Francisco, and his late best friend, the journalist and critic Christopher Hitchens, had been an indispensable influence, and when Christopher Hitchens had himself died the previous December, just before Christmas, I had been in Chongqing, the province-sized supermetropolitan jurisdiction of Chongqing, and this was only 5 weeks after the murder of a British diplomat who was having an affair with Gu Kailai, the wife of Bo Xilai, the mayor of Chongqing and the alternative leftist contender for the supreme leadership of the Chinese Communist Party. There is a Anglo-Chinese witchcraft dynamic here. We could get the Chinese—the Communist Chinese—to set up a Witch Court and assert international jurisdiction. That is how Orange Street Law School is going to work. I have the “original by-laws” written down, but here is the Witchcraft Law: “BE it enacted by the King our Soveraigne Lorde the Lordes Spirituall and Temporall and the Comons in this present Parliament assembled, and by the authoritie of the same, That the Statute made in the fifte yeere of the Raigne of our late Soveraigne Ladie of moste famous and happie memorie Queene Elizabeth, intituled An Acte againste Conjurations Inchantmente and Witchcrafte, be from the Feaste of St. Michaell the Archangell nexte cominge, for and concerning all Offences to be comitted after the same Feaste, utterlie repealed. AND for the better restrayninge the saide Offenses, and more severe punishinge the same, be it further enacted by the authoritie aforesaide, That if any pson or persons, after the saide Feaste of Saint Michaell the Archangell next cominge, shall use practise or exercise any Invocation or Conjuration of any evill and wicked Spirit, or shall consult covenant with entertaine employ feede or rewarde any evill and wicked Spirit to or for any Intent or purpose; or take up any dead man woman or child out of his her or theire grave, or any other place where the dead bodie resteth, or the skin bone or any other parte of any dead person, to be imployed or used in any manner of Witchcrafte Sorcerie Charme or Inchantment; or shall use practise or exercise any Witchcrafte Inchantment Charme or Sorcerie, wherebie any pson shalbe killed destroyed wasted consumed pined or lamed in his or her bodie, or any parte thereof; that then everie such Offendor or Offendors, theire Ayders Abettors and Counsellors, being of any the saide Offences dulie and lawfullie convicted and attained, shall suffer pains of deathe as a Felon or Felons, and shall loose the priviledge and benefit of Cleargie and Sanctuarie. AND further, to the intent that all manner of practise use or exercise of Witchcrafte Inchantment Charme or Sorcerie should be from henceforth utterlie avoyded abolished and taken away, Be it enacted by the authoritie of the present Parliament, That if any pson or psons shall from and after the saide Feaste of Saint Michaell the Archangell next cominge, take upon him or them by Witchcrafte Inchantment Charme or Sorcerie to tell or declare in what place any treasure of Golde or Silver should or might be founde or had in the earth or other secret places, or where Goods or Things loste or stollen should be founde or become; or to the intent to pvoke any person to unlawfull love, or wherebie any Cattell or Goods of any pson shall be destroyed wasted or impaired, or to hurte or destroy any pson in his or her bodie, although the same be not effected and done; that then all and everie such pson & psons so offendinge, and beinge thereof lawfullie convicted, shall for the said Offence suffer Imprisonment by the space of one whole yeere, without baile or maineprise, and once in every quarter of the saide yeere, shall in — page 1029 — Statutes of the Realm Statutes of the Realm, Volume 4, Page 1029 some Market Towne, upon the Market Day, or at such tyme as any Faire shalbe kepte there, stande openlie upon the Pillorie by the space of sixe houres, and there shall openlie confesse his or her error and offence; And if any pson or psons beinge once convicted of the same offences as is aforesaide, doe eftsoones ppetrate and comit the like offence, that then everie such Offender, beinge of any the saide offences the second tyme lawfullie and duelie convicted and attainted as is aforesaide, shall suffer paines of death as a Felon or Felons, and shall losse the benefitt and priviledge of Clergie and Sanctuarie: Savinge to the wife of such person as shall offend in any thing contrarie to this Acte, her title of dower; and also to the heire and successour of everie such person his or theire titles of Inheritance Succession and other Rights, as though no such Attaindor of the Ancestor or Predecessor had bene made: Provided alwaies, That if the Offendor in any the Cases aforesaide shall happen to be a Peere of this Realme, then his Triall therein to be had by his Peeres, as it is used in cases of Felonie or Treason, and not otherwise.”
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“My brain hole opened up briefly [had a flash of genius] this afternoon, and I wrote a June 4thAnniversary • A Conceptual Plan for Using Pseudo Base Station
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So here is your “Chinese Communist witchcraft”. I am one of a very small number of people in the United States who understands the form of government of the People’s Republic of China. But my position vis-a-vis the PRC is actually very problematic for me, because I might be the first “dual citizen of the PRC and USA”. I have studied Chinese communism since Andover, where I also stood out as an extreme leftist, and I began to read the history of the Russian Revolution and the Chinese Revolution when I was in Bolivia with the histories I found there in the library at the language institute…
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Happy Thanksgiving dear. Do I need to send more letters in the US mail? Or to start sending gifts? Books that you ought not have the leisure, just this minute?
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My father just came by and told me some terrible news. I have asthma and am afraid for my life.
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I have not been served with anything or seen any Sheriff’s officers but my parents tell me there was a Sheriff’s officer trying to serve me with something. These so-called “civil process officers” are no such thing, they are war criminals.
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In February they brutally assaulted me and tazed me on my own front lawn after lying about having a warrant. This is so terrifying please do not let anything bad happen to me Natalie.
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“ as long as I know how to love I know I’ll be alive”
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if I had your phone number, I’d be including you on the broadcast text which includes my friends, family, and attorneys, as well as your stepmother and father.
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Need to let you know that last night was another terrifying, spiritual struggle. I don’t even know how to say Natalie except for you remember it yourself. After the wedding for the next few days you might remember that I was sleepwalking all around your house upstairs downstairs to the walls falling over things going into the unfinished rooms. There’s more than one interpretation I suppose, but that’s the kind of thing that no lame concept of “mental illness” can really explain.
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You see Natalie in my parents house I don’t do that. And that’s an interesting fact because my parents house was designed by my father. And the question is which places are which people allowed to live?
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So a small section of the hardwood floors in the apartment were damaged by termites before I moved in. The terms have been long gone, but it took a while before the damaged boards began to fall apart. But now this is creating a huge problem. I felt like I was actually being murdered last night in my dreams. Again and again I woke up a different places around the the apartment colliding with objects and hurting my feet on the gaps in the floors. If the phrase has any meaning at all, I was “screaming bloody murder”. Again again again. I’d also forgotten to put the heat back on so it was cold. But I had the presence of mind to turn the heat back on and get back into bed, and so when I woke up at noon I had a very strange scratch on my face, a body cut just beneath my nostril. And nevertheless I was alive.
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So I cannot find my other phone right now but on there I have recordings of all the voicemails that I’ve left for the DAs offices and for Elizabeth attorneys, as well as other offices. And while they may seem a little bit pressured or deranged, they could be assembled into a new very persuasive set a transcripts.
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In fact it’s very terrifying question, because I’ve been told by the clerk in New Hanover County that they have an obligation to destroy the courtroom tapes after two years. In fact they are Public records under the laws North Carolina and destroying Public records is a serious crime. But in the case of the subjugated and manipulated Lizzy Ross, you see a “secret political Society” which includes a powerful element of graduates from the flagship University. And so it could be hard to see it as a conspiracy, because our school friends who joined the Order of the Golden Fleece made a very sincere performance of Public virtue, and it was impossible to say exactly how this would play out in the future beyond Chapel Hill. But I do know that one of these Star children who worships the golden fleece was filing a “Minnesota harassment order” en May of this year while I was in jail, excuse me, in the Gulag concentration camp death citadel at the end of Juvenile Center) Road. And I actually think I can thank Meredith McCoy for at least giving me some insight into her thinking and her activities, and doing so while I was incarcerated which gave me a sort of secret information. It is not however so clear. Because the same civil process Officer brutally assaulted me and tased me on my front lawn on 20 February, he was the same Officer who is serving Meredith’s “harassment order”. He was also the same one who served Carter Jewell third 50B DVPO in March. On that occasion I refuse to come down from the window about the entrance at 513 Orange St. I told him to leave the documents on the chair on the patio, and they did. But anyways in May I’m in jail and they serve Meredith’s order, and as I’m walking away with the papers in my hand, I hear that “civil process Officer” referring to something I’ve said in a voicemail left at the DAs office. In particular he was quoting my statements to the effect that “Ben David is a war criminal.” indeed I’ve pretty much said the same thing about this white nightmare uniformed Klansman of a Sheriff’s officer. Just one of 1000 examples of why chapter 50 B is not “civil”. This is just what the police are allowed to do and encouraged do in a political system in the years in which the world has been played-polluted-poison-plaugued-prostituted by “Violet Bell”, this is precisely the form of government which is known in the Republic of Panama. And so there has to be an acknowledgment here of the true character of the political identities of the people concerned in the situation. The very views of mine which are said to be “delusional” in fact are a pretty well developed system which is informed both by the historical pass and by the present condition of other places. The conceit of Panama from the outset was that international law could be perverted
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Anyways I think I should just go ahead and send your dad as many transcripts etc. as possible, keep in mind that I’m working with a different set of people in my contact directory in terms of email versus social media versus SMS text message blah blah blah。 and the different media also have different characteristics in terms of this bizarre no man’s no woman’s land of “50 B contact law”. I mean, we could just as well apply this “DV sado-logic” to Elizabeth’s own record with respect to “contact”. Because social history has a very precise structure and shape, so depending on how you choose to arrange the various sentences, and what you choose to include in the account, you get a different sense …
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Topical observation at the moment: what do Elizabeth Ross in ADA Hannah McGee have in common? They both Tweet about watching “Law and Order”. I myself have watched this show, and I actually have a pretty good understanding of movies and television for somebody who does not watch either of them at all anymore. But the question of “young women who watch Law and Order” (S.V.U.?) suddenly appears in a new life and you look at what Liz said and Hannah McGee said. From memory, I would say this, which is that your sister was making a joke about “the first season of Law and Order”. Sure sure, I see. In our undergraduate days Matthew Klinestiver basically invented a whole new theory of Marxist cultural studies that was as advanced there’s anything else you could find at the time and also have the advantage of being extremely hilarious. The problem with the little jokes that people make on “social media” is that they aren’t that fucking funny. So I wonder what Omar Ruiz-Lopez meant when he was making a joke about “Can I eat homemade rum cake if I’m sober?” I don’t know I suppose you need to ask Carter Jewell about that one. It’s tempting to imagine some kind of synergistic fusion of “Violet Bell LLC”, with its sister-businesses “Mocksie LLC” and “McShep LLC”… in fact, the local news media even reported that there were some kind of mash up mixed media mongrelization meeting where they combined artisanal mocktails with “recovery music”. You know it’s almost as simple as saying that “recovery music” is a concept so impoverished and stupid that it completely discredits everything that “Lizzy and Omar” claim as an achievement. One of the things they claim is an achievement is “getting sober”. I myself I’ve been through the experience of struggling with a drinking habit, and my conclusions from that experience are inseparable from this long history of opposition and descent in the face of genocidal establishment. This is what I did in 2015 in the lead up to our December wedding. And what I found was that no amount of false doctrine or substitutes for religion or crude pseudoscience could actually be the thing which saves a person from self-destructive consumption. Because all the so-called recovery programs are in fact disciplinary death-cults, and the life for which they are expected to “recover”. In any event, what you also see is that “recovery” functions is much differently for the educated rich kids, and while certain institutions and organizations might pull people from different backgrounds together under the umbrella of a single discussion group or some such, in all leads back to the same elite institutions and the same bourgeois values that drove people to seek liberation and the consumption of commodity ethanol. I figured this out at some point and eventually the insight allowed me cut the alcohol out of my diet. Why you might have to go through the motions in order to reject the theory, I believe that my perspective on this issue is likely to gain ground in the coming years, and relates to larger considerations about the status of religion in the United States. But what we see with the case of your sister is that “Violet Bell” was able to count on a credulous reception within the alternate universe that she occupied. Then what we find here is that Violet Bell was sort of waging…
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Oh by the way, it occurred to me I finally got the right sense of the word “whoredoms”. Just break it down into parts. What is a Kingdom? It is a place which is governed by a king, according to the principle of monarchy, be it constitutional or absolute. As you may know, there are no monarchies in this hemisphere, although Canada is something of anomaly, nevertheless, having more of the character of a republic than of a monarchy, notwithstanding the status of the British monarch as their head of state. As Kingdom is a place run by a king. When Queen Elizabeth I came to power the entire character of government in Elizabeth in England was altered. It is hard to say exactly what went down, for instance, the thorniest question seemed to be “was the queen a virgin?” as I say a kingdom is a place governed by a king. And what the king does with the body of the king ends up being a necessary and key feature of what is meant by “government”. Serfdom….
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yes, we say serfdom. Amusingly the singular postmodern dictator Vladimir Putin was asked what he would do if he could be reincarnated into a new life. Said Putin: “I want to be reborn as a serf”. That would seem to tell you something. “Serfdom”.
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Now, of course, there’s also a very potent pop-cultural concept. You kinda have to be a bit of a 90s person to say it. “Loserdom”. Now, of course it’s funny because the people who try to do mean and integrate me and make me look small in the face of their mediocrity and depravity, they very often try to use some kind of Weaponized pop culture which is so arranged as to make it seem like there is nothing important at all in the world, life is just a bunch of cheap Hollywood movie references, and any attempt to discuss such topics as the lingering legacy of the Civil War or poetry in the English language other than “spoken word”, it all just ends up being drowned in the nihilistic dismissive cynical outlook, which I would describe as a conscious incarnation of evil.
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Yes, yes “loser-dom”. The wonderful times of our back when winners were winners and losers were losers, and everybody was equal in the eyes of the law because the law was the law of competition, and it was generally accepted. And the whole world once upon a time involved struggled for reputation and the realms of art and everything from comedy to political activity had to obey the general and unavoidable law of competition. I suppose I can remember a time when all this was at the heart of my outlook, and I think I’m coming back to it, because it relates to the idea of manhood, and it allows us to understand the philosophy of optimism versus pessimism, etc., etc. From a more human perspective. Once more before I go to bed, or more plausibly to go work on something else, Elizabeth Ross’s world historic track record of wanton sexual immorality is something that will either destroy me, or allow us to draw a line from which we may begin something new. We can’t interpret the past unless we understand that in the present we make a choice. And while I was made to feel that Lizzy was expressing a universal condemnation by staying sexually affiliated with Omar and their “business”. but in fact, as with every single other thing that they say, as with this entire situation, they prove their own wrongfulness in their own words. Because in order to say that I should be ridiculed because Lizzy appears to prefer “BIPOC”. But I can’t really be held responsible for being the victim of conduct, which is directed to me at the same time as it is obscured from me. In other words, perhaps the jury is still out. Jury? But what does it appear to all these people who look at it and don’t quite know what’s going on? What’s the fantasy? Because as Rebecca Pardue or Haley Koch, who in fact were the two Carolina girls who featured in my freshman year, and what do you know one proceeded to be a sort of highly suggestive erotic dance posture model, any other would pursue a career as a pornographic actress before orienting herself around motherhood.
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and really isn’t it fair to ask what is the theory of race and so on behind this whole thing? Because what we have from Lizzy’s comments is an indication that she and Omar had a conversation, this would not be something Liz invented on her own, this idea was in the air, but in the context of you and see you could not really say this, because this was not exactly a politically correct attitude for “non-white men at UNC”. Because Lizzy herself would not really have this idea, and really I’m only guessing gear because it’s not quite clear, but operating at the level of extreme vagueness and fuzzy dream logic or whatever…
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I am so tired of this. If you have not done something to try to cancel the service of this so-called “renewal motion”, you need to do that. You can hide and you can deceive and you can do your worst to try to destroy my life, but the fact remains is that I know the true identity and the true interests of Elizabeth Ross, and so I speak with an authority which may not be backed by any force, but which you will not be able to ignore. Not forever. So the only question is whether I’m gonna have to go back to jail because you all don’t want to listen to me . Perhaps I wasn’t there yet at the earlier points. But this is the point where you need to ask yourselves will YOU be ready? Heaven save me signing off.
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“It is plain that no nation could construct and guarantee the neutrality of the canal with a less degree of control than was stipulated for in the Hay-Herran treaty. A refusal to grant such degree of control was necessarily a refusal to make any practicable treaty at all. Such refusal therefore squarely raised the question whether Colombia was entitled to bar the transit of the world’s traffic across the Isthmus. That the canal itself was eagerly demanded by the people of the locality through which it was to pass, and that the people of this locality no less eagerly longed for its construction under American control, are shown by the unanimity of action in the new Panama Republic.” –Theodore Roosevelt
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So there you have it on no less an authority than Teddy Roosevelt, who is also a favorite of former District Attorney Ben David as well as Gov. Gretchen Whitmer of Michigan. (Incidentally I decided to make an alliance with Gretchen Whitmer in the days immediately following Independence Day this summer, when the AP report available on the “jail news tablet” showed a picture of “Gretch” in a black leather jacket with an almost-violet shade of lipstick. It is interesting because I had to give a great deal of thought to Democratic politics over the summer, as I have since about 1998 or so, and decided that Gov. Whitmer is not the same as the contemptible tool of the tech companies and totalitarian California Stalinist, “Gavin Newsom”, who I like to refer to as “the world’s biggest douchebag”….
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OK I have something very important to share. Just a piece of information that I have not necessarily been able to tell anybody about. So while you all been doing whatever decadent dilly dally Yankee doodle whatever it is, Dawson has been fighting for his life in the war zone of Wilmington North Carolina. And here within the Warzone while the white supremacists like Carter Jewell and her gang of college educated snitch-puppets do their worst to suppress and oppress the sovereign people, the proletarian revolutionaries here in the thick of the 1898 battleground are fighting for our lives against the genocidal death Force. Which brings me to a strange narrative about the opposite of the death force, which is to say the Life force. From whence cometh the life force Natalie? Procreation is a mysterious thing. As we are confronting with the present crisis of “50B pregnancy”, responsibility and action and agency and design in the realm of reproduction end up being most paradoxical, because the persons who were supposedly working together and a certain kind of mutual cooperative frame, in fact they turn out to be the productive dueling spiritual concepts, or personalities at war. What I’m saying is that there is a dark side and the light side of the situation…. (And the proof that the 50 B baby is the dark side, can be seen in the fact that the other baby in this equation (I’m leaving Haley Koch, my cousin Mary, my best friend Taylor’s wife Brooke, there have been quite a few babies on the way even during the short interval but the story is yet unborn…)
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It’s funny cause your sister was mean enough to describe my writings his “rambling nonsense”, but I think I’ve decided to embrace the possibilities of a slight loosening of syntax and a sort of more freewheeling diction.
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Every day is very difficult Natalie. However, I will do this as long as it takes.
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OK, I didn’t get to finish the story yesterday. It’s about my friend Sabrina. So Sabrina I met in the mental hospital here at the end of July and August. She’s eight months pregnant and the father is my friend Antonio Lamar Green. Antonio is in prison, and Sabrina lives relatively close downtown, and so I have actually had to take responsibility for caring and looking out for this pregnant woman for the past few months. Sabrina is poor, lives on charitable assistance, and is eight months along. She’s in the hospital right now not for pregnancy but for some other reason. I don’t claim to understand it, but she was messaging me from the hospital yesterday.
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So Antonio Green was in the cell next to me during Hurricane Florence. On one occasion, I paid $8000 to bond him out of jail because it would’ve been the end of his life if he’d had to sit in there and wait for trial. He’s been to prison probably 10 times, he’s about two years younger than me and is a black man from Wilmington. I’m not sure when he gets out, but rest assured, if every other remedy proves ineffective, if there is no law enforcement agency in the country which is capable of arresting the human trafficker, then I’ll have to pursue remedies according to a different set of laws. The law of a posse of Negroes who come looking for Omar, and then Omar takes a little trip. That is one possibility. Let’s hope we don’t get there.
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in fact, Natalie, I had the chance to discuss this question of how to deal with Omar with a variety of different characters while in jail and hospital. Bloods. Hell’s Angels. MS-13. Oh yes, there are men in this country who very much share my views about Omar and the rest of these faggots sex criminals. Omar was able to take advantage of a certain crisis and weakness in manhood among the graduates of UNC Chapel Hill. Because none of the boys went to Carolina really feel like they have the right Omar is a criminal. It shows you higher education has really done. But you do not have higher education understand the more basic reality, which is sexual morality. There are certain things that men should just not do. And there are certain things that a woman should not do. And there are consequences to actions. And there is a law which is completely separate from what the cops say it is, and that law is to be ignored only at one’s peril.
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So from the Department of Democratic Politics, there is another dimension to the Dawson Gage-Gretchen Whitmer secret alliance. I wrote the following letter to someone who works in Roy Cooper
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Anyways, just read the letter.
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Allow me once again to point to the heart of the problem, sister Natalie. At some point I will need to know two things. One is when Elizabeth’s sexual relationship with Omar Ruiz-Lopez began, the precise day, perhaps even the time of day. The second is when that sexual relationship was terminated. What I will not accept is this despicable haziness about this basic question of sexual morality. Because that is all I see that seems to hold it together, and so I wonder whether all my suffering is to be justified in those terms. It seems satanic, in other words.
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Good morning Natalie the weather looks nice outside. Might be a real nice day for driving.
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“IN THE GENERAL COURT OF JUSTICE DISTRICT COURT DIVISION 19 CVD 500115 STATE NORTH CAROLINA COUNTY OF ORANGE ELIZABETH KENYON ROSS ) ) ) Plaintiff ) )/ PLAINTIFF’S ADDENDUM TO MOTIONS ) RENEW DOMESTIC VIOLENCE -V- / ) EX PARTE CONTINUANCE OF ORDER WILLIAM DAWSON GAGE / ) ) REQUEST FOR WEBEX HEARING Defendant ) ) By and through undersigned counsel, and pursuant to NCGS 50B-3(b), Plaintiff moves this Court for a Domestic Violence Protective Order Renewal, for an Ex Parte Temporary Renewal, and for a WebEx Hearing for the following reasons, among others, to be proven at trial: 1. This matter was originally filed on October 11, 2019, when an ex parte order was granted by the Honorable Judge Sherri Murrell. 2. On December 12, 2019, upon testimony of Plaintiff, the Honorable Judge Beverly Scarlett entered a one-year order of protection. 3. On December 3, 2020, upon testimony of Plaintiff, the Honorable Judge Lunsford Long entered an Order Renewing Domestic Violence Protective Order through December 12, 2022. 4. On December 1, 2022, upon testimony of Plaintiff, the Honorable Judge Samantha Cabe, entered an Order Renewing Domestic Violence Protective Order through December 1, 2024. 5. Upon information and belief, in the intervening years between 2019 and 2024, Defendant has been incarcerated, on pre-trial release, on probation, and/or subject to plea agreements for, among other things, violating the terms of the underlying protection order in this matter and stalking other members of the community, including other women. 6. Defendant’s criminal charges have been in both Orange and New Hanover County. 7. Upon information and belief, Defendant is currently awaiting trial on stalking charges in New Hanover County and is being monitored with an ankle bracelet. 8. Upon information and belief, Defendant has, in the past, removed his ankle bracelet. 9. At times Defendant has had counsel, and at times he has served as his own counsel. 10. Upon information and belief, Defendant is currently unrepresented. 11. Upon information and belief, on or around December 14, 2023, after serving a lengthy pretrial detention on felony charges, Defendant entered into a plea agreement in which his pleaded guilty to two counts of Domestic Violence Protective Order Violation regarding the Protection Order in this action. 12. Upon information and belief, Defendant was ordered to and agreed to the following: a. Supervised probation for a period of 60 months. b. No contact with Plaintiff. c. Mental Health Treatment as follows: i. Outpatient treatment at Embrace Wellness in Wilmington while residing with his parents in Wilmington while and awaiting a ii. Placement at Cooper Riis Inpatient Facility. d. Consent to the renewal of the DVPO during the period of probation. 13. Plaintiff agreed to the terms of the plea agreement because she thought Defendant would receive the help he needed and would agree to the renewal of the current order. 14. Upon information and belief, Defendant moved back to Wilmington and did not comply with the terms of his plea agreement in any way, and a 150-day sentence was activated in New Hanover County for which Defendant received credit for the time he served in Orange County. 15. Upon information and belief, Defendant suffers from severe mental health disorders that result in delusional thinking. 16. Defendant has stated on numerous occasions, as recently as Friday, November 22, 2024, that Plaintiff is his wife. 17. Defendant and Plaintiff have never been married. 18. Defendant has stated on numerous occasions to numerous people, as recently as Friday, Fall, 2024, that Plaintiff is the subject of human trafficking by other men in her life. 19. Plaintiff has freely engaged in all aspects of her career and personal life without the interference of anyone other than Defendant. 20. Defendant has written to numerous public and elected officials otherwise not involved in this matter describing the Domestic Violence Protection Order Process as a conspiracy, unconstitutional, communist, and fascist. He has named Plaintitff and undersigned in many of writings. 21. Defendant has, in writing, specifically accused undersigned and others who have helped Plaintiff as using Plaintiff as a “Poster Child” for the Protection Order process. 22. Plaintiff has willingly and steadfastly pursued all remedies under Chapter 50B on her own accord and due to her fear of Defendant, his delusional statements about their relationship, and her desire to be free of his attention. 23. Upon information and belief, Defendant maintains a website in which he publishes documents about this matter, other stalking and criminal charges he is facing, undersigned counsel, and other officers of the Court. 24. Defendant’s writing indicates a lack of respect for this matter, the DVPO, and the rule of law. 25. Defendant has, as recently as November 22, 2024, stated that the law should not apply to him. 26. Upon information and belief, within the last few months Defendant posted SoundCloud a six-hour audio recording that includes a jam session with Plaintiff who is a musician. 27. Towards the end of the recording, there is audio of a sexual encounter between the parties. 28. Upon information and belief, said recording was likely made in 2015. 29. Plaintiff did not consent to the recording of the sexual encounter. 30. Defendant shared this recording with friends of Plaintiff in September. 31. Plaintiff was unaware that Defendant had in his possession a recording of a sexual encounter between them until her friends brought it to her attention. 32. Defendant has been holding onto this recording for approximately nine years. 33. As the term of the current order comes closer to expiration, Defendant has contacted, with more frequency and urgency, friends and family of Plaintiff, undersigned counsel, and public officials. 34. These contacts include long voice mail messages, letters, emails, and packages, including a package sent to Plaintiffs sister. 35. These contacts make Plaintiff extremely fearful of Defendant. 36. Plaintiff moves this court for an ex parte temporary renewal pending trial for the following reasons: a. Plaintiff fears that should this order expire, Defendant will immediately take action to follow through on his claims they are married and is entitled to be with her physically. b. Plaintiff fears that should this order expire Defendant will further interfere with her daily life and harm those around her because he thinks they are in some way taking advantage of her or “trafficking” her. c. Defendant has stated that he “needs Elizabeth Ross back with him.” 37. Plaintiff moves this Court for a Webex Hearing for the following reasons: a. Plaintiff no longer resides in North Carolina, and it would be a hardship for her to return for a hearing. b. Plaintiff fears being in the presence of Defendant given his delusional belief that she is his wife and his property. c. Defendant’s continued stalking and delusional beliefs reach beyond the boundaries of North Carolina, and it would be unfair for Plaintiff to be required to return to the state at his behest due to his continued behavior and beliefs. d. Upon information and belief, Defendant is on pre-trial release and maybe incarcerated at any time. e. It would not be a hardship or a violation of any party’s rights to conduct this hearing via Webex. For these reasons stated above and other to be proven at trial, Plaintiff asks the court for: 1. A 2-year renewal of the protective order in this matter. 2. An Ex Parte temporary renewal 3. A December 19, 2024 hearing for the purpose of choosing a Webex court date. 4. Any other relief the Court deems just and proper This, the 25th Day of November, 2024 Beth S. Posner, Esq. NC Bar #24467 UNC School of Law Clinical Programs 102 Ridge Road Chapel Hill, NC 27514”
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I am in a terrible position here Natalie. There are too many enemies. I don’t know why I would want to live with a woman who won’t say a word to me, and lets a law professor speak for her in a way that blasphemes God.
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So my beliefs are “delusional”? What does your sister believe in? Has she changed her religion since I saw her last?
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I don’t really have a choice at this point. I am going to see this through. Before I got a copy of the motion I felt certain that I would get Liz Ross back. Now it seems that I misjudged the situation. Perhaps I will lose, but if I do, it will not be good for you, or for your family. Whether Lizzy will enjoy her career once she has a Trafficking License, I cannot say. I don’t know what else.
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Good morning sister. I had to confront my own mortality yet again yesterday, wondering what the meaning was of losing part of my front top tooth in a sleepwalking accident. For a little while I thought it would make it unpleasant to kiss me, and I cried and wanted to die, because it seemed like that would be the end.
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I am so disturbed by Beth Posner’s motion that I don’t know how to respond. If Lizzy really does feel that way, she should tell me so herself. If she really enjoys having sex with men who aren’t her husband, and that is what she wants to do with her vagina we’re 60 or so, I suppose I am not qualified to disagree with her. That is the “delusion”.
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Is it not a beautiful dream to imagine that Liz and I could reunite, and live the rest of our days together? Because no one has been able to give a clear account of “what Dawson is trying to do”. They just imply that I want to kill men and rape women.
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You know Natalie, I think you have been doing yourself a disservice. Because what has your life been like this whole time? Do you like watching videos of Lizzy and Omar? Are there going to be any “Lizzy Ross solo videos”? Am I allowed to look at those?
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“Speaker 1 (01:15:52):Even before, oh, yeah, before our official launch. And right now our goal is $20,000, which is scary because one of my other fears is like, who are you to ask and what do you think you’re doing? How are you even allowed that fear of receiving? But the truth is to pay for studio time, to pay musicians to pay for the rewards that we’re creating for people, because we’re creating really cool and beautiful stuff for people who back our project. That’s what we needed. So it has been a wild process to dance, slow dance with those fears, and just look right into each other’s eyes, and then press that launch button and see our community just come forth and show up for us in this beautiful way that I had not dared to dream was possible. ” –Lizzy Ross, on EarthSpeak
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“And so even though there was no logical, to my logical mind, it was impossible. It’s like in order to do X, Y, Z, you have to have this, and you don’t have that. So you can’t do it until a friend opened up the possibility of like, Hey, you’ve been cultivating this community. These people want to hear your music, this music as a service, and you make this music because you love it. And people listen to it because they love it, and we listen to it because it connects us. It brings us together. It helps us feel our oneness, helps us feel our feelings. How about you do a Kickstarter? And so we said, okay, we’re going to take that leap and we’re going to do it. And it’s so scary to ask for help. It’s so scary to embrace the possibility of failure. Kickstarter is all or nothing. So you set a goal, and if you don’t make your goal, you don’t get any money. It’s not like you can raise part of it. It’s like all or nothing. ” –Lizzy Ross, on EarthSpeak
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Natalie: “And with this kind of, where do you see the selkie story taking place in your life? Have you been kind of kidnapped and then had to choose between worlds? ” Lizzy: “Totally. I, reallly, mean, I could like, girl, we could talk for a long time how much? Yeah. But I think that one place that I feel it, and I think that probably a lot of people can relate whether they’re they identify as female or not, is as a child, I felt more, I’ll tell it from the perspective of my experience in a female body, but I want to say to anyone who doesn’t identify as female that I don’t feel like this is not an exclusively female experience. So interpret it as it works for you if it works for you. I remember being a girl and being my own wild being. Obviously I still had to get up and go to school in the morning and somebody was feeding me and giving me, thanks, mom. I love you. “
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Good morning Natalie. I am very worried and am not sure who to write.
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I want to see Lizzy on our anniversary, which is in 4 days. That is a good dream. That is the life that we want.
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12/6/24, 12:15 PM
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So the injury to my wrist is not permanent. I played guitar last night and it was a little wonky but still.
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So one subplot of this story has been “the Anita Rao feminist theory of sex and radio”.
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By the way, it appears that the above photo of Lizzy-Liz was taken on 11 September 2001.
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I hope I have made myself clear enough, Natalie.
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I am going to continue as I have been doing, Natalie, which is to live my life as if your sister were something other than an evil white supremacist sex slave. I hate what they have done to her, but I do not accept it, and I will not allow it to be the last word on Liz Ross.
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So in addition to “OCR software” we now have some “AI transcription software” at work
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From “Dawson & Liz’s wedding tape, 10 December 2015”: Dawson: “I’m on a damn good track …it’s always a surprise attack, that’s what I’m planning, I’m planning a surprise attack. Because otherwise people see you coming from a million miles away. Like Roy Cooper, who’s gonna be governor. You know.” Lizzy: “What’s wrong with being seen coming from a million miles away?” Dawson: “Well to a certain extent…some people who know me can see me coming from a million miles away. And they know what I’m doing.”
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But you Communists would introduce community of women, screams the bourgeoisie in chorus. The bourgeois sees his wife a mere instrument of production. He hears that the instruments of production are to be exploited in common, and, naturally, can come to no other conclusion that the lot of being common to all will likewise fall to the women. He has not even a suspicion that the real point aimed at is to do away with the status of women as mere instruments of production. For the rest, nothing is more ridiculous than the virtuous indignation of our bourgeois at the community of women which, they pretend, is to be openly and officially established by the Communists. The Communists have no need to introduce community of women; it has existed almost from time immemorial. Our bourgeois, not content with having wives and daughters of their proletarians at their disposal, not to speak of common prostitutes, take the greatest pleasure in seducing each other’s wives. Bourgeois marriage is, in reality, a system of wives in common and thus, at the most, what the Communists might possibly be reproached with is that they desire to introduce, in substitution for a hypocritically concealed, an openly legalised community of women. For the rest, it is self-evident that the abolition of the present system of production must bring with it the abolition of the community of women springing from that system, i.e., of prostitution both public and private.” –Karl Marx & Freidrich Engels, Manifesto of the Communist Party
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From the Department of Things Only Dawson Notices, check out this picture of Indian Prime Minister Narendra Modi in a line-up with Congresswoman Deborah Ross. She looks very unhappy, and that must be because …
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Oh dear sister, yet another struggle of a day. I was having trouble walking. I have been walking in relentless circles and figure eights in the apartment and in the big house since I got here approximately 7 weeks ago.
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But I have great news. Or just good vibrations. The “artificial intelligence transcription processor” or whatever, it has opened up the secret box where the “wedding tape idiolect” lives.
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There was a great deal on this recording that I had forgotten about. I think I might be able to get a complete transcript by Tuesday, but I want my LIZZY LIZ NOW.
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12/8/24, 9:47 AM
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“I knew you were going to say something like that and I think that’s correct. Speaker 2 01:50:06 Yeah. It’s a number that corresponds to the wave cycle of the sound frequency. So it allows the sound frequency to be expressed in its completion Speaker 3 01:50:14 Rather than, so it expresses some kind of golden ratio. Speaker 2 01:50:16 Yeah, it’s a number of these hertz correspond to the ratio. So with Core 40, it’s got an extra little bit hanging on. That makes it wrong. Quick dream in there. 01:50:42 We’re talking about quick dreams. 01:50:44 Oh shit, I don’t want to know, but I do. Speaker 6 01:50:51 Quick dreams. Get your quick dreams, get ’em while they’re hot. 01:50:56 Quick dreams for sale boys and girls. Spring break Special. Speaker 3 01:51:00 Okay, now you have to explain more Speaker 2 01:51:02 About quick dreams. 01:51:04 Yeah. What is a quick dream? 01:51:05 Oh. Oh, just life is a quick Dream. 01:51:07 Oh, life is but a dream and a quick one. Speaker 2 01:51:09 Yeah, it’s a quick dream that you have down here in this body. You better know what you want. Speaker 9 01:51:18 It’s a quick dream 01:51:18 “…to the world / I guess it’s worth your time.”
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Good morning sister. It is a struggle for survival. 513 and 515 Orange St., but I’m not to be deterred. I really hope that Liz would rather spend winter with her husband, then with her Facebook friends and whatever other sort of companions she might have nowadays. If she’s just going to be with you and your family, perhaps you all can have a candid conversation about the best way forward.
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On 28 December I’ll be listing my house at 2153 Washington St. Wilmington for sale for $250,000. For the second time I’ve managed to find the perfect “real estate angel”, who in fact used to be in the US Navy and knows all about various local conspiracies involving real estate. Sometimes prayers are answered.
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Good afternoon sister. So much emotion. This time 9 years ago I was arriving at your house in Durham to see Liz.
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Good afternoon Natalie. I continue my emotional roller-coaster, or is it a merry-go-round? No, it is 515 Orange Street, the greatest house on earth, and it is more emotional than the most emotional of all emotional roller-coasters. Here I would point out that trafficking and prostitution tend to mute, thwart, pervert, and sabotage the human emotions. It is here that I must make a statement that I intend to provide to prosecutors and law enforcement, including the US Attorney’s Office and FBI in Nashville. I hope you understand, Natalie, that in shining some light upon this….what is earthspeak.love, sister? Do I need to know about that before Elizabeth returns to her husband?
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Because as you hopefully recall, I was intrigued by your idiosyncratic religious vision from the night we met, when it was very much in evidence. But it was also clear that you were confronted with a certain rather vulgar, but still very real dilemma, which concerns the “ethno-demographic profile” of your ministry. Because is there any middle ground between a cult on a farm and authentic universal religion? Well, that is an interesting question, because the original law of “Carolina”, or excuse me, “The Fundamental Constitutions of Carolina”, say that “any seven people may form a church”, including, it seems, a church composed of both slaves and freemen. There were several “baseline rules” all churches had to follow, but the result was a plural system which nevertheless never quite functioned. Here I need to let you know that prostitution is not “spiritual”, unless you mean something truly evil by this term. Because prostitution does not spare the married woman, nor does it necessarily destroy her marriage, so the prostitution of a married woman, however “spiritual” it might be said to be by the men who are allowed to use and violate her, is not really “spiritual” in the sense “earthspeak.love” pretends to be. I am willing to admit that to you, and maybe to Rick Ross, but not to Lizzy, for whom I am allowed to speak, there might be forms of prostitution and pornography (why not bring these together? I am sure you have! And theater! The sacred fucking of the Bell Witch, “the spirit of the community”, the village broomstick even! Entrepreneurship? Why not? If it takes a village, it takes a village broom-stick, so spiritual entrepreneurship would require that every village be well supplied with….new models? Bicycles are more improvable and ingenious than broomsticks, but if the magic folk ride Bicycles and Not Broomsticks, does that mean they are less magical? Is it “racist” for me, as what your sister under the race-spell calls a “white boy”, but which she would have known when she knew me as “a black man in English skin”, is it wrong for me to wonder what exactly you’re telling me when Lizzy says my poems and law papers are “harassment” and “stalking”, that my website is criminal, but that she can say words like “queer” and “BIPOC” and “LatinX”, even “black”, and then still speak of “magic” as if it were anything other than “cock and cunt”? And so I have to suspect
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(Incidentally as a homemaking poet with a lot of square-footage to sweep I would actually be interested in a new and improved model of broomstick. Surely it is possible? Such things will have to wait for communism, which is to say, not long. Since restarting my residence when I made it here in mid-October I have gotten both a regular vacuum cleaner and a shop-vac because my old ones, like everything else, had been taken by who-the-fuck-knows, but that’s just a bit of information from the front desk of my house-arrest reality-show special New Year Because “cock and cunt” in the wild, sensual, untamed hills of Robertson County, it’s not necessarily a good sample of the human species, or of “civilization”. Why do I use this lower words “cock” and “cunt”? It is because Lizzy’s latter-day racial vocabulary is not what it seems, although I am sure that after experiencing the reality of “Panama Supremacy” for however many years she knows this already: that it is all a sort of rape-cultural confidence-game. I am happy to report, or at least completely certain, that no man in jail or prison would ever, ever ever call himself a “BIPOC” or “LatinX”. And it is not unimportant to say also that men in jail and prison do not have the same ideas about the virtues of male homosexuality or “men having sex with men” as the matriculants at elite universities and colleges. Contrary to popular belief, sexual practices of whatever sort always involve an element of “choice” or “free will”, and so it is impossible to fix the “queer quotient” in a population, and so that is but one factor in the calculus of how to engender revolutionary social forms, or to educate people who are capable of acting in the world and in society. Because I have been meditating for some years now, I suppose since the time I married Liz but even dating (bu-dum-bum) back to my lesbian relationships with Jan Tate and Laura Stephenson and my non-sexual cohabitation partnership with Matthew Klinestiver, which by comparison with the mainstream at UNC was both “black” and “queer”, what I mean to say is that as with a number of subjects and themes, I seem to stand out in terms of my knowledge and experience on these “queer issues” that you and everyone else seems to think are so fabulously sexy (or do I mean “unfortunately arousing”)cohabitation with my best friend Matthew Klinestiver, and of course Liz Ross was around for a lot of this, too, In fact, it is truly depraved and unseemly to proliferate a concept of “identity”
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So what I am wondering is whether the human males who have had sexual relations with your sister/my wife since 10 December 2015 should all be prosecuted for rape. There is also plenty of authority under the original laws of North Carolina to summarily execute such people, though of course that involves its own set of issues. As does the tracking down of the culprits. I mean, I know that “Violet Bell” kept some ledgers and such, did they not? Lot of social media DM’s and comments, and probably a considerable quantity of deep super-revenge-porn footage of everything from “Dream the Wheel” to the happy-never-ending, who can really say? In the Constitution of North Carolina, it is rarely if ever noticed, it is made very clear that the penalty for rape is death. I understand that “paranoid sexual imaginations” and “nightmares about other men violating my wife who the prosecutor says just had sex with me once”, that these are considered somewhat unfashionable or unwelcome or even “untoward” sorts of thoughts. But they are the reality of “mental illness”, which does not really exist, and which obviously conflicts with your fantasy of the “spiritual-entrepreneurial”. Because you notice that there is a clear contradiction between “psychiatry”, on the one hand, and both religion and business (or “spirituality” and “entrepreneurship”) -and this is one more reason why Lizzy’s obligations toward me as her husband are not merely bourgeois promises, easily broken and little-significant, because by speaking of me with the psychiatric death language, and pronouncing the death sentence of “schizophrenia”, she in fact was passing judgment on the males who put their penis inside her, or exposed it in her vicinity, or whatever new trend you kids have alighted on, during the periods when I have been in a dungeon, or a mental hospital, with my own penis more-or-less disabled by “paliperidone”, which was forced on me as a replacement for “aripiprazole” when Anita Rao had the campus police call Cherry Hospital to complain about my letters, written in, wait for it, magic marker!
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12/30/24, 7:39 AM
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Good morning sister. So today, I might be allowed to meet with my attorney and visit the clerk at the courthouse to get copies of estates. It’s not clear if I’ll be given any leeway to do anything else at the courthouse. Naturally, as always, I have more business than anyone in the county.
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12/30/24, 8:42 AM
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I’m still trying to interpret the “calendar” on lizzy.net, and it is tearing a hole in my heart. It shows that she understands that she has been turned inside out and parceled into pieces spread out across the fabric of time. I find myself wondering when she detached herself from Omar, or was dumped in the hills of Greenbrier after several weeks of sacred goodbye sex (“the grande finale”?) and promise not to prosecute, I wonder what the next business model really was? It’s fair for me to wonder exactly what the terms or consequences of Lizzy’s first fall in Nashville. Did your father choose to buy this property with the knowledge Lizzy had gotten herpes in Nashville in approximately 2014? Do I need to know exactly were the economic concomitants of that particular catastrophe? In other words does Liz like to have unprotected sex with men who are not her husband more than anything else in this world? She told me the story of what happened in Nashville in a way which made it clear what it happened, but I find that it’s very difficult for me to express this truth. But there must’ve been a precise history, and I had to live with the image of the man who gave her herpes continuing to fuck her as he pleases for however long a period before she was able to physically remove herself from the scene. Because Liz is my wife and so therefore her mental state and the Life that she’s lived are the most important thing for me to understand, and Lizzy told me but I needed to know what it happened when the man who gave her herpes continue to stick his penis inside her and presumably to produce a certain kind of highly degraded pleasure. And the degradation does not always look that way all cases, because after all some people would like to be restrained and some people like to be beating during sex, and some people think that you can make a woman enjoy and give her blessing to sexual performances which are meant only to destroy. And so I’m very very furious at both of you for talking about spiritual entrepreneurship in Tennessee while you have an attorney who is also a law professor talking about consent and mental illness in North Carolina. It’s actually a political scientific nightmare of a novel and terrifying type. And in fact Natalie Ross, I saw this I saw this in my dreams during the period when the rape kidnapping of Elizabeth Ross was being contemplated, or do I mean undertaken, but this was approximately the time of the Super Bowl in 2016, when my cousin Jack Gage was in town. I had taken some MDMA a few weeks before and discovered the poet Lora Mathis who had written the book The Women Widowed to themselves, which changed my life, full stop, but anyways in the winter which followed my December union with your sister I began to have a different kind of dreams. The one I have in mind is still with me and predicted what would take place in Greenbrier. Being from Wilmington the idea of Tennessee is sort of like the idea of the horizon. Once upon a time that was in North Carolina, and once upon a time the governor sat here in Wilmington, I don’t know if the timing is exactly correct but in any event that you can imagine power projecting from here into the far west. So the most important thing to understand is the way that land ownership proliferated from the coast to the interior during the colonization of Carolina which stretched out into Tennessee. What I saw was a vision of video games invading the land, and so these fiendish geometric beings or figures were swarming and hoarding over the hills. But there was also another image. It was that of a poisoned apple tree the sickness of which would spread down into the ground and remove a family from the register of deeds… Because when I’m told that I’m the only “interference”,
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So after she detached herself from Omar, although of course they continue to use the joint social media accounts which Omar is using to blackmail her, presumably Carter Jewell is thinking the same thinking. The question is “what people were thinking”?
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Because I said “human trafficking” and “kidnapping” and “rape”, and then this was mockingly rephrased as “sex trafficking”. Well Natalie Ross, did somebody think it was funny to take this phrase “sex trafficking” and try to ride it all the way to Utopia? Because he sure seems like my Life has taken on the proportions of the Hebrew scriptures when it comes to this question of sexual morality. And so I’m wondering if there’s a biblical number here looming somewhere behind Lizzy’s eyes. God made the world in seven days, Dawson Gage and Liz Ross sealed their marriage in eight days and eight nights. And I’m not sure what exactly you think you’re doing Natalie, because we need to begin the counterpoint.
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12/30/24, 9:28 AM
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Do you want me to get into the question of the Tennessee offense known as “aggravated prostitution”? Which is a felony and also an offense for which one has to register for the Tennessee sex offender registry? Do you want to be a sex offender Natalie Ross? Because that’s where this is headed. So I’m wondering if I need to not only get you arrested but then get on the phone with the DAs office in Robertson County to try to negotiate some kind of dismissal for Elizabeth’s charge(s). It’s a very interesting question of interpretation actually. Can the herpes Symplex virus be interpreted as a form of HIV? Because if you have HIV in Tennessee, it’s “aggravated prostitution”. In light of the overall scenario with respect to sexual dynamics as well as medical science, it is not clear whether herpes is not much worse than HIV. In this element is in play even if I’m completely “delusional”, because it was basically against the law for Lizzy to dress the way she was with Omar dressed away as he was singing the things they sang playing the Notes they played before the kind of sick psycho liberals, and whether or not people could form a precise conclusion the fact that Omar had the keys to Elizabeth’s womanhood while the virus persisted in this sort of medical existential purgatory, basically everybody was able to send Liz’s vulnerability. In fact, this is the crucial element in the theatrics of “Violet Bell”. Because the perverts who like to see Lizzy, pretending to be strong and independent and most of all very highly sexed, but only for those who have permission to enter her sexual free trade zone, people could actually tell several things. So you can’t really go around in North Carolina or in the United States pretending that you aren’t Dawson Gage’s wife, or at least not forever, because the damage to his reputation and the injury to his soul manage to leak into the clouds and transmit all the way through Dawson‘s GPS ankle monitor into his body and thus everything that Elizabeth does with her tongue and with her computer, it all ends up getting to me eventually, perhaps it’s even deep in my subconscious, and I know it before I’ve even realized it, but this is killing me Natalie is killing me. It is causing something wrong with my hands my ankles, my shins, it is a combination of the permanent side effects of antipsychotic drugs, and the consequences of long-term incarceration, but the particular thing is that every single goddamn thing that has been done to Elizabeth registers on my body. I feel it, and it is torture.
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12/30/24, 10:31 AM
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And you know if Elizabeth hasn’t been making gangbang porn or whatever, what exactly was she filming when she asked her Facebook friends to recommend an open church for a non-specific film project?
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The fact that I can just use this phrase open church without quotation mark shows you how fucked up this is.
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12/31/24, 10:47 PM
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“Not that the gratification of sex must needs lead to prostitution; it is the cruel, heartless, criminal persecution of those who dare divert from the beaten paths, which is responsible for it. Girls, mere children, work in crowded, over-heated rooms ten to twelve hours daily at a machine, which tends to keep them in a constant over-excited sex state. Many of these girls have no home or comforts of any kind; therefore the street or some place of cheap amusement is the only means of forgetting their daily routine. This naturally brings them into close proximity with the other sex. It is hard to say which of the two factors brings the girl’s over-sexed condition to a climax, but it is certainly the most natural thing that a climax should result. That is the first step toward prostitution. Nor is the girl to be held responsible for it. On the contrary, it is altogether the fault of society, the fault of our lack of understanding, of our lack of appreciation of life in the making; especially is it the criminal fault of our moralists, who condemn a girl for all eternity, because she has gone from the “path of virtue”; that is, because her first sex experience has taken place without the sanction of the Church. The girl feels herself a complete outcast, with the doors of home and society closed in her face. Her entire training and tradition is such that the girl herself feels depraved and fallen, and therefore has no ground to stand upon, or any hold that will lift her up, instead of dragging her down. Thus society creates the victims that it afterwards vainly attempts to get rid of. The meanest, most depraved and decrepit man still considers himself too good to take as his wife the woman whose grace he was quite willing to buy, even though he might thereby save her from a life of horror. Nor can she turn to her own sister for help. In her stupidity the latter deems herself too pure and chaste, not realizing that her own position is in many respects even more deplorable than her sister’s of the street.” —Emma Goldman, The Traffic in Women
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Jan 1, 2025, 12:12 AM
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Happy new year sister. I am in a world of pain, but I choose to believe there is another world, of that this one can be redeemed. I miss Liz and spend my days meditating on my love for her, and hers for me, and looking forward to the day of our reunion. I have an injury to my right foot which is making it very difficult to walk. I can type with my wrist injury, but longhand hurts, so does the guitar. I pray for rescue and the vindication of my love for Elizabeth, and for the women who share her convictions. Please don’t hurt me anymore. Please. Love Dawson
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Jan 1, 2025, 12:28 AM
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Jan 1, 2025, 9:27 AM
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“The political dialects to be found in pamphlets, leading articles, manifestos, White Papers and the speeches of Under-Secretaries do, of course, vary from party to party, but they are all alike in that one almost never finds in them a fresh, vivid, home-made turn of speech. When one watches some tired hack on the platform mechanically repeating the familiar phrases – bestial atrocities, iron heel, blood-stained tyranny, free peoples of the world, stand shoulder to shoulder – one often has a curious feeling that one is not watching a live human being but some kind of dummy: a feeling which suddenly becomes stronger at moments when the light catches the speaker’s spectacles and turns them into blank discs which seem to have no eyes behind them. And this is not altogether fanciful. A speaker who uses that kind of phraseology has gone some distance toward turning himself into a machine. The appropriate noises are coming out of his larynx, but his brain is not involved as it would be if he were choosing his words for himself. If the speech he is making is one that he is accustomed to make over and over again, he may be almost unconscious of what he is saying, as one is when one utters the responses in church. And this reduced state of consciousness, if not indispensable, is at any rate favourable to political conformity.” —George Orwell, “Politics and the English Language” “In other words, there is no reason to believe that any set of men would go to the risk and expense of getting foreign products, when American conditions are overflooding the market with thousands of girls. On the other hand, there is sufficient evidence to prove that the export of American girls for the purpose of prostitution is by no means a small factor. Thus Clifford G. Roe, ex-Assistant State Attorney of Cook County, Ill., makes the open charge that New England girls are shipped to Panama for the express use of men in the employ of Uncle Sam. Mr. Roe adds that “there seems to be an underground railroad between Boston and Washington which many girls travel.” Is it not significant that the railroad should lead to the very seat of Federal authority? That Mr. Roe said more than was desired in certain quarters is proved by the fact that he lost his position. It is not practical for men in office to tell tales from school. The excuse given for the conditions in Panama is that there are no brothels in the Canal Zone. That is the usual avenue of escape for a hypocritical world that dares not face the truth. Not in the Canal Zone, not in the city limits,—therefore prostitution does not exist.” –Emma Goldman, The Traffic in Women “One might paraphrase: what is a domesticated woman? A female of the species. The one explanation is as good as the other. A woman is a woman. She only becomes a domestic, a wife, a chattel, a playboy bunny, a prostitute, or a human Dictaphone in certain relations. Torn from these relationships, she is no more the helpmate of man than gold in itself is money… and so on. What, then, are these relationships by which a female becomes an oppressed woman?” –Gayle Rubin, The Traffic in Women: Notes on the Political Economy of Sex
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Jan 2, 2025, 12:05 PM
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What is she supposed to be doing in the next 25 days leaning up to the sacrificial death hearing (or is it a “trial”?) there’s no way that I would be able to know what I need to know about what exactly has happened to Elizabeth Ross since I last saw her seven years ago. Because if you think you can tell the story in a way that will destroy my life, if you think that you can get away with blaspheming Almighty God as well as offending against universal human rights and international law, all on behalf of the capital system and the downward-spiraling United States of America. Is there another path? Surely there must be.
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Natalie, what do you expect me to do? there is no difference between nightmare-fantasy and empirical fact when you are doing whatever you want for years, and while I can’t do anything at all except try to stop you from continuing to be insane and immoral. What do you expect me to do if you’re not able to say anything at all?
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Jan 5, 2025, 2:24 PM
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Good afternoon sister. I don’t even try to get into the trials of the past few days, other than that I was able to sleep.
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Jan 5, 2025, 2:45 PM
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Are you going to get to Wilmington with your sister, or are you going to make me leave the country?
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Jan 5, 2025, 3:28 PM
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You know sister, my brother Stedman was also killed by the method of sexual humiliation. In fact there is an uncanny resonance with the story of Dawson and Liz.
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Jan 5, 2025, 3:43 PM
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Today would be a great day for her to return to her husband. Nine years isn’t that long.
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Jan 6, 2025, 11:47 PM
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Jan 10, 2025, 5:58 PM
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Good afternoon Natalie dear. I was able to get back to the struggle today, or somewhat. I have decided to tamp down these “ideological hallucinations” rather than try to make them into philosophical ideas. I do not want to have to face Lizzy in a hearing of the type that Professor Beth Posner has prepared, and I also cannot allow your sister to get away continuing to believe in the sick false religion of “powder-blue North Carolina law for Honor Students, pretty white rich girls, and neoliberal token-children”. I don’t know how it looks from your perspective Natalie but use your imagination. It may appear to some people like there is no reason to listen to me, that they can ignore and dismiss me without ever having to worry about the pendulum swinging back at them; if I may paraphrase Galileo, “And yet it swings back”. Please do not get upset at me for asking these next questions. They are non-negotiable and mandatory questions for which there must be true answers. Telling the truth is indeed a risk, and youth does indeed vanish in the blink of an eye, but do I not know the meaning of these lines of Lizzy Ross better than anyone? Believe me sister, I know what “risk” is, because my senior year at Andover I took the best high school English class of all time, “Risk and Romance” with Dr. Randall Peffer, where I met my first love. Indeed I seem to remember the following episode…but wait, the questions. (Some of these overlap with the “Rule 33 Interrogatories” I served on Professor Beth Posner last year in the DV courtroom. If Lizzy has not read these, she might not know what I mean when I speak of the contrast between “romance” and “trafficking”, or “marriage” versus “prostitution”. My views should not be conflated with those of neoconservatives or traditionalists or whoever else Lizzy thinks she has outgrown and superceded: I presume to criticize prostitution as one who, as a younger man, did not take too strong a position on the subject, although in terms of sentiments I knew where I stood, which was “against prostitution”. ) —————————————— 1) Has Elizabeth taken hormonal contraception in any form since December 2015, and can you actually give some kind of precise history? A woman with a BA in Philosophy should be expected to have a certain firm command of her contraceptive practices, shouldn’t she? Well, what “practices” are we talking about? Because only a certain “practice” requires the “practice of hormonal contraception”, and I believe with certainty that Lizzy should not be having that kind of sex with men/males other than me. I know it’s not very nice of me to speculate about “how many men has Lizzy allowed to inseminate her since our separation”? (But I had to wonder, after she had told one wave of malicious lies after another, if this psycho-liberal BIPOC totalitarnian feministing had not traced back to an original set of lies, or maybe just one.) What I mean Natalie is that it is very, very hard for me to let it go unanswered when Lizzy and her attorney combine their lacadasiscal girl-power super-brains to create this “motion”, it is a very serious threat. In fact it would seem to be a threat of a sexual nature. In fact it is just that, and frankly if Lizzy is still “in the grip of a shared psychosis” that makes her believe in Psychiatry for Dawson and Prostitution-Profit-Pumping for Trafficking-Lizzy, a paid-off homestead dream-parcel for Lizzy and a chain of jail cells, hospital rooms, and prisoner-transports for Dawson…. ——_ So let’s just lay this down. Lizzy Ross is not my better, she is not my boss, she is not my superior, and so she should not—not in any circumstances whatsoever—have felt empowered to talk and write about me as if I were a “would-be-rapist”. If you think about what is signified by her posture and rhetoric, it’s actually one of the most disgusting ideas ever invented: “I consented to sex with Dawson Gage in 2015. I may or may not remember the details, but if I do, I will not not recount them here, and if I don’t remember, I will still make it seem as if I might remember, but it matters nothing. It was two days, OK, then I figured out he’s a schizophrenic and made it clear that “I did not and do not want a relationship, and he did not understand that I do not have to have sex with him, that no woman has to have sex with him, but women do not have to have sex with men who they do not like or who get in the way of the higher greater good, and the one who decides is the ringleader *NAME REDACTED*…. Which in this case would be the cross-bred value that unites “quality of life”, “work-life balance”, “healthy relationships”…. (“….blah blah black-sheep-blasphemer-meme-queen, what are you really saying?)
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Jan 14, 2025, 7:23 AM
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Good morning. Did Liz go to St. Croix? Do I need to call Interpol about this too?
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“Every morning there’s a halo hanging from the corner of Lizzy Ross’s four-post bed…”
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I don’t care how far this has gone, Natalie, there is no such thing as “I was such a precocious prostitute that I went to Valhalla at 36, then came back to earth with a second wind, at which point I stripped down, and threw myself at what first looked like foreign Demi-gods, who turned out to be teamsters, lobbyists, and wannabe fake focus-group sex-therapists, not so much citizens as superorganic clusters of data and that “neutral form of energy” which is money-in-the-market, not tucked but torn away. “
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I hope Lizzy-Liz can at least admit I still have the gift of phrase. When will you come to Wilmington?
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Jan 17, 2025, 6:18 PM
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Ah, the Internet is ever-the-more unfortuate. The TLD expansion has opened the gates of hell.
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Jan 17, 2025, 8:09 PM
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“Oh sister / don’t be afraid of me / I won’t be nailing you / down in the nursery…”
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I am locked out of my main Google account. Josh Stein issued an executive order yesterday that amounts to an “abortion coup”.
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Natalie, did you give up on everything? Or was motherhood not everything? Let me show you the book that my mother sent me right after I arrived in jail in Orange County in October 2022. This is the occasion when Lizzy gave me 29 days, 29 fucking days, in which I did nothing but desperately try to escape the trap that the State of North Carolina had laid for me. But as I say, my mother sent me something I needed to read, and I wonder if Lizzy wasn’t somehow influencing my mother is mine in the decisions she would make in terms of what books to send me. Because I thought that the purpose of my life of reading and study was to give color and sense to my family. You don’t seem to think there was anything lost when your sister told me she didn’t want my children. Except she never said that.
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Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front Love the quick profit, the annual raise, vacation with pay. Want more of everything ready-made. Be afraid to know your neighbors and to die. And you will have a window in your head. Not even your future will be a mystery any more. Your mind will be punched in a card and shut away in a little drawer. When they want you to buy something they will call you. When they want you to die for profit they will let you know. So, friends, every day do something that won’t compute. Love the Lord. Love the world. Work for nothing. Take all that you have and be poor. Love someone who does not deserve it. Denounce the government and embrace the flag. Hope to live in that free republic for which it stands. Give your approval to all you cannot understand. Praise ignorance, for what man has not encountered he has not destroyed. Ask the questions that have no answers. Invest in the millennium. Plant sequoias. Say that your main crop is the forest that you did not plant, that you will not live to harvest. Say that the leaves are harvested when they have rotted into the mold. Call that profit. Prophesy such returns. Put your faith in the two inches of humus that will build under the trees every thousand years. Listen to carrion – put your ear close, and hear the faint chattering of the songs that are to come. Expect the end of the world. Laugh. Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful though you have considered all the facts. So long as women do not go cheap for power, please women more than men. Ask yourself: Will this satisfy a woman satisfied to bear a child? Will this disturb the sleep of a woman near to giving birth? Go with your love to the fields. Lie down in the shade. Rest your head in her lap. Swear allegiance to what is nighest your thoughts. As soon as the generals and the politicos can predict the motions of your mind, lose it. Leave it as a sign to mark the false trail, the way you didn’t go. Be like the fox who makes more tracks than necessary, some in the wrong direction. Practice resurrection.
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Sun 11:58 PM
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“Stand up sister, give testimony!” —Professor Gerry sinks, “Education and American Society”.
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That’s “Unks”.
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Do you know what human trafficking is? A pronounced or perhaps even complete inability to properly celebrate the Martin Luther King jr holiday. That in fact might be what it’s for.
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Tue 9:17 AM
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So any chance that you sent your sister back to North Carolina to play the part in some of sick sexual game among my former friends and family? Would you be surprised to hear that my mother is behind a genuine “homosexual rape conspiracy”? And that Lizzy is pretty much friends with the rapists? What is important to you Natalie Ross?
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Because once you two started going down the road of “sucking two dicks at the same time”. Once you all started going down the road where you didn’t even care what a black man’s name is, or for that matter what color man skin is it all, how do you seem to care about is the size of his cock, because that is what BIPOC means. And of course the real issue here Natalie is it none of these people you associate with, or that your sister has pledged herself to serve forever as an enlightened sex slave, there’s one big problem with these motherfuckers. They don’t tell the truth. They are in fact very skillful manipulators. And so what we’ve had here is a conspiracy of people who just tell every lie that they can: they say that Dawson Gage is pathetic, he has a small dick, he is a closeted homosexual, they will say anything Natalie. I’m not going to go around trying to defend myself saying, “No really it’s quite big, I love women only!” Because while those things are indeed true, it doesn’t really matter anymore Natalie. I didn’t drive to your house in Durham in order to fuck your sister so I would have a reputation as a man with a truly amazing cock who loves only bitches even though he’s in Durham with Lizzy Ross with a bunch of their queer peers living in confusion etc. Here we see the difference between marriage and sex, and how the ladder tends to lead rape as well as murder, keeping in mind that you can kill a man by taking away soul or breaking his heart beyond repair. But as I say , the issue here is that you allowed your sister to make a series of choices which were no choices at all. It makes it seem like wokeness, but it’s all just murder. And so I ask you to reconsider whether you want your entire legacy to be that you took the Life of someone who would never done you wrong and who spent his own life trying to save the People. That is better than sex.
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Tue 9:46 AM
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But you know it’s better than sex also? Procreation. Do you know what my dream is? Talk about delusional fantasies. Yes my dream is it when I see Elizabeth next time, she wouldn’t have the herpes virus, that it would’ve gone away somehow, or that it was never there. Because from the moment I saw her I wanted Liz Ross’s baby. Then when I was told that that wouldn’t be possible, I started wondering about whether sisters have the same gametes. Fascinating isn’t it? Either way, I started wondering about you sister. That is something that you have yet to acknowledge, and I hope you will do so before this gets out of hand.
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Tue 4:36 PM
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Oh by the way just to be clear, since I am having to deal with this plague of nightmares about what my “friends” do with my…
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Tue 6:54 PM
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So it doesn’t matter how many of my friends, and it doesn’t matter which of my friends, that means that they were never our friends anymore. I’m referring to the kind of sexual relations Elizabeth might’ve had in the context of these years of separation. It’s important to understand the difference between a married an unmarried woman does concern the “breaking in”, but one might also speak of the honeymoon. The first time I saw Elizabeth after she ran away in the custody of Omar and the Department of State, who I suppose had been invited to rape-kidnap Liz by Shaddi Hasan, who I suppose I was foolish enough to call in the immediate aftermath of our marriage to do what people once upon a time used to do, as in “tell your friends”. I think it’s better to say that I was not naïve about whether Shaddi was truly my friend at the time, because I knew that people like him had sworn in earth somewhere to destroy the lives of those who did not graduate, if that’s the right word. There’s also something going on in terms of higher learning, and that I prayed to myself of knowing more than graduate students in whatever subject. Lizzy used to have the same attitude actually. I wonder where that went. she acted like she had just been caught in the act of adultery, and I wasn’t there to enjoy myself, I was there to hand her a book of poems that I had just written, and to take the temperature of the scenario. Keep in mind but that by the time I saw her, I’d gotten my copy of the live album Violet Bell. When I was able to perceive in terms of the performances on that record was there would not be a way to criticize what they were doing musically, because Omar would be able to get away with mediocrity by virtue of the fact that he was posing as the brown skinned Superman, permissive yet patriarchal. And he turns out that this is precisely the attitude which uncle Sam has used to traffic and prostitute and violate the entire globe. Even in the context of her obvious drift towards the ultimate goal of maximum musical prostitution in the complete abandonment of any pretense of creative ambition….
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Here I put out that there’s a strange relationship between American foreign policy prejudice and race-based affirmative action. It’s a question of a system having certain preferences, which then leads people to take ruthless advantage of them, which causes leveling. There’s also a question as to what quality means. Lizzy and Omar seems to think there was something like…
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I’m gonna break off that right now. This is a very special moment. There’s nothing I will not do to be reunited with my beloved Elizabeth. I don’t care how many high-definition AI-supercharged videos they have of her screaming orgasmic political slogans in the grass at Roy Cooper’s backyard. Or was it Josh Stein’s hot tub? Does it really matter if Lizzy was actually on her knees in front of Democratic males of whatever sort, as supposed to just honor guest at Carter Jewell’s garden party?z…
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Natalie it doesn’t matter. It was done to destroy us both. It was done to destroy the person that Lizzy and I became together. Because you know our time the idea that a man and his wife, or a woman and her husband, are one person in the eyes of the law, and therefore can’t be pitted against each other.
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The other thing is that there has to be some narrative sense. You cannot treat your own Life like a fiction. You can’t just invent random stories over and over, Blank played every time, bonus points for moving in a much more sordid direction. Once you start making porn films with the same cast that you used to make detective dramas, it could be hard to proceed towards comedies or thrillers, because after that everything is going to be more pornography, even if it’s in viewed with a certain comedic thrill. Such are the limits of a Life but I have according to the principle of Cinema, that is, “Porn Cult Life”.
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What is my alternative? I came up with the phrase when I was in Washington…
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“Like Pop Music Life”
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more specifically: “a fatal leap in what you’re dreaming / like pop music life”
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At the risk of inaccuracy or tweaking the wrong nerve, I’m going to raise some issues because I do not want Lizzy to feel like there’s anything that she has to keep from me. This is the essence of Brainwashing as well as trafficking. It is meant to destroy a woman’s mind.
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We’re going to approach this from a military and political standpoint. It was warfare and slavery and infestation. So if by any chance the million dollar to $2 million lump sum payment, which was promised to Elizabeth by Clay Hester or whoever had power of attorney from my parents, I suppose it really must’ve been Mat Klinestiver, but whoever it is is a dead man. I understand that it is a little bit different from prostitution., in that the activities pursued by Joseph Goebbels for the Nazi Third Reich were considered high culture well at the same time serving as vulgar political mobilizations and propaganda hate weapon weapons. So it’s possible that Lizzy would not have been thinking all the time about how her Music was torturing her husband from his ears to his chakras.
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Yes a year is that long god dammit!!!
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Invite a year is the longest time he’s ever anyone’s ever had to live!
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My calendar!!! Oooh yes!
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By the way, when I say “dead man”, you don’t need to worry about me breaking the law or using a gun. I just know that it’s going to be necessary at some point to bring these people to justice.
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Tue 11:59 PM
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Alright, I wonder what to make of an especially inventive form of digital vandalism and (self-sabotage) as took place on my “Rev.com” account.
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Should I attribute this to Lizzy, to Natalie, or to their digital father? Or to a generic American gangster reimagined as an artificial intelligence trained on various documents related to Dawson Gage?
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Or perhaps that John Jack character who liked whiskey and opium and general bohemian geek-jinks, but who disbelieved in your “women’s witchcraft” as well as in monotheistic religion. He said he just let you and Lizzy to pretend to be witches, at your Stedman-Gage-voodoo-breakup-curse-circle. I replied that I thought there was something to the witchcraft which had a different sense that “monotheistic religion”….
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I suppose I was just getting AI egg on my face 9 years later.
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I am genuinely baffled Natalie. I do not think a human being would have wanted to make the point that I am the only “named Speaker” in the Transcript of the Wedding Night.
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So I suppose you can’t tell the other parties apart. Or they have disidentified themselves from the artifact and by extension, the event itself. But what event was it before the computer changed my life by saying the Ross sisters no longer knew me. Excuse me, wanted me, knew I wanted them, wanted me to know them. Unwanted Dawson made into his own favorite example and a universal statement of disapproval for humanity as opposed with the Panamanian alternative that has taken root in Nashville.
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Thu 10:24 AM
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So, what is it? Is it the sheer volume and thermodynamic magnitude of it, Natalie? What is it that you all have figured out?
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Well, what you must have figured out is that what the Old Testament describes and regards as “sexual immorality” can be recast as a “very serious undertaking” in the 21st century USA. Since we no longer have relgious dogmas…
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I cannot do this Natalie.
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I just cannot do it. They have taken everything from me, the thieves. Tell me, if I am supposed to play the part of the “white beta cuck” who makes the whole “gangbang porn” enterprise into a “theatrical performance of the hidden truth of wokeness in America”…. What do you expect me to do?
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Did Lizzy want me to KNOW that she was doing all those exercises, all that erotic adventure in Hillsborough, tell me, was the “Sam Coleman girlfriend experience” meant to make me kill myself, or just to show me that I will never see another vagina again?
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Oh, it wasn’t really like that Dawson. I mean, yea, I guess we were trying to let you know that your life wasn’t going to go very well….
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Well then why don’t you just kill me? If you can be raped by a man whose mindset is “I will rape Dawson Gage through the medium of this woman”, and then say it was beautiful, why can’t you just have me killed?
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I suppose this question of beauty does weigh on me. Because beauty kept secret is no beauty at all, though beauty in private is the essence of the law. But as you know, and as Lizzy has always tried to say, the standards by which we judge our own images, where do they come from?
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I have so much to say to you and Liz, sister, so much that we might do. But it is getting to the point that I will have to save myself from your genocidal sex-addicted carnival of rape-culture and ideological perversity. I have so much to say, or I thought so. But sexual immorality tends to destroy the language faculty. Is it rape? YES IT IS RAPE NATALIE, THAT IS WHY THE MEN LIKE IT SO MUCH. BECAUSE IT IS NOT CONSENSUAL.
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Tell me, when does Lizzy start work each day? And what sort of technology is she using? “Oh, it’s way better than Dawson knows. I just use his contacts I got from Caroline, and I call up Rachael Mossey and say..”>> y[ “Hey girl! You know Dawson Gage? Well, he’s not going to like it, but we got his parents to surrender his inheritance. How? Well his mother had murdered his brother with frat boys, so we could blackmail her. Our people were aware when Stedman Gage was killed, and it was a great victory for liberalism.” “But we also knew that people like Carter Jewell–so hot right now!–really enjoy mixing the sexy and the disgusting, or do I just mean that they “like disgusting sex”….
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You know Natalie, it was a very important lesson I learned, when I was about 13, that just because there is pornography that depicts something–a certain act—does not make it lawful, or interesting, or natural. In particular, pictures showing “women and semen” can trigger nausea and vomiting. It was a very good thing to learn, to know that some people’s sexual tastes or fantasies are simply disgusting….
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But of course that was then, this is now, and I do not mistake Elizabeth Ross for a mere smut-maker or post-ethical porn princess. I am sure it has a logic to it, even a style. But do you think you can take away my life and not have to find out that “sex” is not the same as “life”?
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Hi again sister Natalie. I hope you understand that even if my beloved wife Elizabeth has been “transformed into the world’s biggest whore”, it remains the case that both honor and self-interest require that I see the rapists–however many, however famous, however familiar with me–are arrested and punished. That must be absolutely clear to you and Liz. There is no future in Greenbrier, TN for you, regardless of whether you are making “hardcore fascist neo-Pagan nature porn” with only-God-knows-who (“Speak, memory! “No, Speak of Love, Earth!”) Or perhaps its less erotica than black-mass? Or maybe I am just naive. That must be it, isn’t it?
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Dawson is just naive.
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No, I just choose not to indulge in the depravities that others find so irresistible. But as I say, there will be no forgiveness nor amnesty. Let me begin with the first priority: the arrest of Omar Ruiz-Lopez.