I came across a treasure trove of Valkyrie Rants that she titles ‘Badly Made Ramblings’.
I think they should be spliced together and made into a short film titled ‘I Think In French’. Alley actually rambled this line. Alley’s squirming cat is frantic to get away from her, and hurts her to affect his getaway. Read Squirrel’s dilated eyes:
“Uh-oh! Is she going to clutch tight to me all night as her grounding device in another one of her loopy acid-trips? And quit your sniveling. No one is ever going to feel sorry for you!”
In my last post on Lewis Carroll I realized I was in the catbird-seat when it comes to The Far Out. I own Pre-Kesey Permission. I offered Belle and Alley a Story, that could be one of the world’s greatest. Victor Hugo – move over! I see a Radical Collaboration which will save World Radicalism from going completely off a cliff. With the riots in France, WE have a chance to breath new life into – it! What is “it”?
In the top pic I hear Allie’s confession;
“I came to France to go insane. I am a shamed-based person due to being sexually molested as a child. I don’t want my homeless friends to witness my downfall. It is not safe for me to be in my body – or mind! I am ungrounded, and twisted like a pretzel. I tried Rolfing, but could not keep my mouth shut! I take a stab at saying I was on a spiritual quest. But, I can’t even fool myself, There’s three of me going off like a pot of popcorn.”
Alley asks for feedback, and, because she never shut me up with a restraining order, that is no good if she is living in a foreign country, here come my critique.
‘Badly Made’ is not the right choice of words, because she never quite begins – making! Her river video begins well back of the water. She clunks down these stairs to get to her subject.
“I’m on my way to make a river video! Hold on!”
Alas, there, she can’t stay on topic for three seconds before she’s changed the narrative. We now get a strange permission to be here form a un-named friend who is summoned from another time zone. This is a Invisible Friend – made manifest. There is talk of a shooting schedule. Then she asks for your (anonymous) ideas for future filming, that begins – when? Because of her childhood abuse, Alley can’t be in – THE NOW! She never got permission from her abuser to be herself, because he was afraid of what would come out of her innocent mouth – and eyes!
Eyes are windows to the soul, and if there are dark things embedded there, then one never allows a straight shot. The victim creates a labyright of protection. This is why Alley’s eyes dialate a lot. She is in a state of – ALARM! Taking Acid only added to the urgency of it all. She must get it all out at once. This is why, she never gets to the point. She is forever on the way to saying something, but, never arrives. Her idea that she thinks in French may be true, or a Vacation from Reality. One is bid to ask themselves if they think in French, too. I get a hint of French Existentialism……..here. One does not need to know the language. One can never be tested.
What has she done with the Mad Hatter, who was a existentialist. I know she hates the pedagogy, and is trying to supplant this male philosophy with Female Existicianlism, that she is trying to invent as she go. But, its too busybody, a female trait. She should go back to that river, and begin the video, thus;
“I am Alley Valkyrie. And, I am standing by a river.”
She should then stare into the camera for ten minutes without saying a word. No kinky and mischievous eye-games, either.
Most of the women I have bonded with owned extremely interesting survival techniques, and, we tripped together. Jabberwocky. Alley is Alice in Wonderland. She is a bundle of nervous wormholes. She starts chewing on a new thought – without swallowing the previous two! She is a little nibbling brown mouse!
Look at the expression on the face of the (Cheshire) cat.
“I can’t go there with you! You got to go alone!”
Alley is a very lonely soul. I saw that in my Wayne Morris Square video. Kevin gave me a look that said she is damaged. She twists her hair with her forefinger. She’s screwed up. She’s…..Gollom’s Kid!
Alley’s mothers name is Alwory. The Fab Five came thru her village when she was eighteen. She was in awe. She had started a fan club. The fellow Hobbits ignored her when she held out a pad and pencil in order to get their autograph. She heaved a big sigh when they disappeared over the horizon. But, bringing up the rear, was Gollom. He had worn the ring that he called ‘Precious’. He was happy to sign her book, but, first he wanted to lay his schizophrenic rap on this impressionable teenager. Three times she lift her Hobbit tail for this deep, deep soul, and he was on it.
Come the crack of dawn, Gollom put back on his tattered loincloth, that Alwory thought was so cool, and watched the Love of her life, head for the Land of Modor. She never saw him again. Four months later, Little Alley Valkyrie is born – in the South of France – where the Mad Artist go to die!
“I am the Artful Dodger. Got to go paint me some blackbirds because every day is a good day to die, in a wiccan circle, surrounded by my ol prickly cacti, my beloved guttersnipes, who look forward to sticking a shard of broken glass, in your fooken eye.”
I love the throw pillows and art in this video. I see Van Gough’s field of rye – with flying black cats. Alley’s story is about ‘Lost Innocence’ that I realized last night – is not lost. You just can’t get to it from here.
Alley has invented the Un-Video. Instead of being revealing, she sucks away reality as most of us know it, like a cosmic vacuum cleaner. She is an out–of-control editor. A plate-spinner if you will. She is in everyone’s business, because there are 500 Alley’s. I am reminded of Bartholomew’s Hat.
In the end, I can not hate a fellow whacked-out artist.
“I’m going to make this very simple for you. I don’t know if you know who I am, but I sure as hell know who you are, and when you fuck with my friends, you fuck with me. Stop writing about Belle or I am going to make your life very difficult. I mean it. If I see one more word about her on your blog, your FB, or anywhere else, I will make sure that you experience all the fear and discomfort that she is experiencing right now. And no, this isn’t a physical threat, so don’t try to play victim. Frankly, I encourage you to contact EPD, as they already know all about you. I will not do anything illegal, but mark my word you will regret it if you write one more word about her. I will make sure that the entire community knows exactly how much of a sick fuck you are. Your picture, your name, and “samples” of your writing will be posted on every bulletin board in town. There will not be a single person in the Eugene/Springfield area who won’t know that you’re a sick stalker who won’t leave a young girl alone. Cut it out. Now. This is your first, last, and only warning.”