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Can you guess what this is about? It's one of those cryptic lyrics. I'm Herschel Sterling, and I'm here to help. All of today's contentTNT: 2004i woke up in a brand-new room todaythe writing on the wall did clearly saythe door’s closing behind youand the ceiling’s caving init’s a serious situation that we’re inthere must be some way out of here, not using TNTi took a walk thru the sepulchral suzeraintywhere it's a crime to define yourself with accuracywhere the monuments are violent,and the gray matter is graniteand a contemptuous vibration accosted methere must be some way out of here, not using TNT

Another lyric today. They are such pathetic, obvious lunatics. Book formatting is experimental right now. I’m trying different templates and fonts with LibreOffice. There are different extensions and tools for books. I’m going to keep things very simple and not overcomplicate it. Would love to hear any ideas about eBooks and formatting. I have done it before, but maybe there’s something new to try. Thank you so much for listening or reading. I’m Herschel Sterling, and I’m here to help. All of Today's Contentsee eye you1993despite the notesyou pass under the tableit`s clear to us that you are still unableto see that you`ve becomethe falling fableand you`re children are notsuch good spies at allno, you`re children are notsuch good spies at allthey see their future liesat where you falllike you. they’ll take their payand look the other wayand then you`re goneyour children are not such good spies at allsee through yousee through yousee eye youthe endCopyright 1993, 2024 Herschel Sterling. Not for use without permission.

Another day, another old lyric. My book I’m formatting gets a bit more completed. My book of stories that is a lot of fun. Thank you so much, I'm Herschel Sterling and I'm here to help. ALL TODAY'S CONTENTthe babies are dreaming1996no flags are waving in the skies of the mindno bloody soldiers to suppress the hope we findno states no countries, in the soul’s terrainno borders, no boundaries in which we must remaincome on, the babies are sleeping tonightwalk softly now the babies are dreamingmy heart can't pump a drop of any idea about supremacyof any race, any religion, or ideologynow when i bleed, my blood is red, i bleed red, just like youand when i work, and when i groove, i move and i sweat like you.so, come on, the babies are sleeping tonightwalk softly now the babies are dreamingthe endCopyright 1996, 2024 Herschel Sterling. Not for use without permission.

Very short lyric recitation podcasts for a while as I format my book. I hope that’s OK with you. Thank you for listening, or reading. I’m Herschel Sterling, and I’m here to help. ALL OF TODAY'S CONTENTmonster1998this man, he found a monsterhe didn't think to just leave it layhe thought he’d take it to the cityand see what all the people would sayhe had this inclinationto keep the monster shiny and cleanhe’d polish it, andprimp that thing and preenit's gonna kill himit's gonna drill him in the brainit's gonna work on him and eat at himand drive him insane... you know it ishe had a brilliant ideato find a way to make it payhe thought he'd put it in a windowlet people walk by all dayhe'd sit back in his officeand count his money ten feet highand when the day was overhe couldn't lock the monster awayis the monster the monster?or is the monster that man?is the monster the monster?i'll tell you what i think...the monster is the greed in any woman or man. the endCopyright 1998, 2024 Herschel Sterling. Not for use without permission.

Hey. Day 2 of my lyrics while I format my book. Pretty soon, I’m going to post about the publishing platform I’m getting into. It’s pretty nice. Hope you like my lyric. I’m Herschel Sterling, and I’m here to help. All of Today's Content. photosynthesize1994if u were 2 dieI would get some flowersand burn them with your corpseand spread you over a rain cloudto raindown into the forestdeep into the valleyand into the riverthen spreadon up the rootsinto the treeson through the branchesout through the leavesand photosynthesizemingle with the skyto form a brand-new rain cloudif i were 2 diewould you get some flowersand burn them with my corpseand spread me over a rain cloud?to watch me raindown into the forestdeep into the valleyand into the riverthen spreadon up the rootsinto the treeson through the branchesout through the leavesand photosynthesizemingle with the skyto form a brand-new rain cloudwhere i will concede the windi concede to the windeverything to the windthe endCopyright 1994, 2024 Herschel Sterling not for use without permission

Today I started formatting my book of Quick Fiction. That’s right. That’s how I am going to define my reactive writing stories. I’ll be doing 1-3 of my stories per day into that process. In my podcast, I’ll just be loading up one lyric per day from a lot of my old songs until the book is complete. Really very short podcasts. Thanks. I’m Herschel Sterling, and I’m here to help. See it on Substackbluegrind1995out beyond the hillsdeep within the treesunderneath a stonelays a mysteryseldom seenbut, a simple factof a single worldand its single historyhow come not more blessingsfor every single oneevery single timeunder time?how come so many triesunderneath the skyseem to lack respectingwhy why why?how come it so much seemsthat all in all we're alljust a lot of frictionbetween changethat the world spins through?ground up in the changeevery single timeunder timethis one single eventthis one single vibrationfrequency variationshow's it gonna sound?how's it gonna be?got to get out from under timegot to get into this single vibrationthis one single eventhow's it gonna sound?how's it gonna be?Copyright Herschel Sterling 1995, 2024 Not For Use Without Permission

People are imaginative about song lyrics and poetry and even short stories, I’m sure. Sometimes people project the wildest things onto other people’s writing. They reveal a great deal about their imaginations and themselves when they do that. The simplest, nicest, most innocuous songs can be heard by some people in the weirdest, and sometimes creepiest ways. It’s pretty gross. Here is all of today's content.I’m compiling all of my flash fiction stories into a book. While I’m doing that, I’ll podcast very short episodes of all of my song lyrics, one at a time. In the process, I’ll be experimenting with another subscription publishing format for formatting the book. The podcasts of the lyrics will be very short and will include the beginning meditation and the concluding send-offs. Sweet dreams.Of course I’m going to talk about the opportunists who take advantage of those personality types. Why would you even think otherwise.

THE FINALE OF FLASH AUGUST FICTION. Hungry Henry and Rotund Ronald have become pals. Did you ever listen to The Cheeseguard from Flash Fiction February? These two had an impromptu meeting, and they remained cohorts. Today they are avoiding capture by a cat. This is one of several animal stories from this month. Stoicism is a mixed bag. It’s part strength, and part denial, in a way. All of today's content. I hope you liked Flash August Fiction. It’s all over. Don’t worry, though, I’ll be making plenty more stories and adding new content all the time. Please like, subscribe, restack, and all that sharing. Thank you to all the independent, non-corporate media people out there. I hope I can give you some light entertainment once in a while. Thank you so much for listening, or reading. This is the Smell the Inside of Your Nose. Do it Right Now podcast. I hope you might get a free or paid subscription, or buy me a coffee, or donate some bitcoin. I wish you the best. I’m Herschel Sterling, and I’m here to help.