Miss O

Who I'd like to meet:

An honest writer who isn't about the cult of "me" ad nauseum; any author who gets paid and deserves the money; let's see - how about people who honor their promises and do not make job offers and not keep them, putting others in financial difficulty; "friends" who do not co-opt every email I send them into a "bestseller"; oh and maybe someone, somewhere who can actually do their own homework and not offer an established novelist chump change to write them fake reviews - and I think those who know me know what self-proclaimed messianic personality I'm talking about.

The biggest fake on the planet, in my opinion and personal experience, that's who. Hey, maybe I'll start blogging all our emails from the past as a warning to those talented, younger artists who should learn to work alone. And also for all those other deluded creatures who want to know what's going to be in book three of the least-anticipated future release in history (which by-the-by gets a certain Medici, "my Lorenzo, past-life lover" all wrong, shocker). Oh, and Primavera by Botticelli ain't about a wedding, just to clue y'all in. It's about what Dali and Gala found in 1933 and the prophetic power of a certain entity, someone the French call la Dame Blanche. And that is code-allegory-speak for someone else, of course.

That said, officially and for the record, I hope certain people lose all their ill-gotten gains one day and learn to be f*cking human beings in the process. How's that for Gala's Grail, Ms. Perfect's minions? Now I get why Voltaire wanted to shove his quill up Rousseau's goody-two-shoes posterior, but at least the latter could coin a phrase or two worthy of posterity. Ah, for the good old days, when frenemies were actually intellectuals!

But back to Gala's Grail, a truly insightful piece of non-fiction that I'd like to recommend while I have this brief nano-second of your time. Nice to read a treatment of Dali that does not infer his concept of Destino to mean a Spear of Destiny, or call a character after the same. Thank you, Kora, for getting that part very right because what Gala and her husband discovered at Port Lligat was a miracle of nature the world may no longer ignore, and certainly had nothing to do with the erroneous theory that sacred marriage is about Jesus and Mary Magdalene gettin' it on. Just so you know. And in honor of Gala, I say to all those platitude spouting pretenders who need to be a Grail princess: SOD OFF. In your Manolo Blahniks, of course...twats.

Can't wait for the photos of Dali posing with the Grail to be released...and they do exist...my lawyer has the negatives. Don't ya think that if San Salvador was smart enough to make a hologram of Alice Cooper, not to mention himself and Gala, that maybe, maybe he also recreated in Light the greatest Lux of all? The true white Cathar Dove? Yeah...you know the answer to that one because you have a brain. Feed your head with Dali's Wonder Bread and forget the rest - the other brand is moldy.