Sept 14, 2020 Diary entry: Okay, I think I’m all set for the apocalypse, I got 18 cases of vodka and three pallets of beer out in the garage, I have boxes of Padron 4000’s and La Aurora #1 Preferidos, Camaroon wrapper of course, and enough toilet paper to wipe the asses of half the pork-eating heathens of the entire county; the vodka and beer are for bartering purposes only, they are not for me, I will barter them for food, oh yeah, food and water, I forgot to stock up on food and water, readying for this stupid apocalypse is like packing for a trip, you never take enough underwear, you leave your sunglasses on the mantle, and you have a full week of Aunt Betty drilling pie recipes and stories of how Uncle Cecil destroyed a whole Japanese platoon with just a bayonet and a pocket knife into your head like she had a pneumatic hammer drill that she was determined to drill clear through your head and pop out on the other side of the globe, and have another go at the enemy, and you left a brand new bottle of tranquilizers on the kitchen shelf because your wife kept nagging you to hurry up and get going, I gotta cut this short and head out to the all night grocery, there are no all night groceries, well, I’ll just sit back and have another beer and vodka, I hope this apocalypse thing happens soon and gets over with, the suspense is killing me, at this rate I won’t last to see the whole world blow up, I’d hate to have lived this long in this stinking ghetto, and not live to see the whole thing incinerated, well, Paulie sends his undying apocalyptic love out to the world, some of you better duck, shalawam…

Sept 13, 2020 Diary entry: My ex wife, she was very spiritual and super sensitive to people’s vibes, their auras, she picked up on the slightest things, one time I brought home a rope, a tarp, 40 gallons of acid, and a can of stain remover, she left to spend a month with her cousin in Burton’s Junction, and she didn’t even have a cousin, she asked me to bring home coffee creamer and I left it on the top shelf out in the garage and I left the rat poison on the kitchen table, she never appreciated anything I ever did for her, I bought her a “nicer newer” used car that was in pristine condition except it didn’t have brake cables or seat belts, I did all I could to save my marriage, but in the end I still had to pay for what I had already paid for once, this is Paulie, saying “Make your love whatever you think it is”, shalawam…

Aug 29, 2020 Diary entry: Paulie awoke this morning, put his slippers on, went to the kitchen, and got himself a fine smoke, a large martini, a short coffee, and a muffin, then he went to the window and drew back the blinds, he gazed out into the world and pondered his fate, then he went back to bed, to wonder about whatever there was to wonder about, when did the world grow to be so large, how did so many things happen in so short a time, where was I as all these things were taking place, I think that the people who say we are living in a hologram are closer to the truth than we know, nothing is real, this whole stinking rotten world only exists in our minds, it’s all in our heads, it’s all in our heads, Babylon is the queen of our world, and we bow down every day to her mind games, we play a game we can never understand, but we have to play, because if we don’t, we aren’t part of the world, I just got to leave Babylon, I got to go, I really am not sure where it is I’m going, but I’m going somewhere, maybe I’ll know when I get there, some of the great patriarchs and matriarchs in history didn’t know where they were going, but they went anyway, maybe it’s true what they say, it’s not where you are, but it’s the journey you’re on, anyway, this is Paulie, going somewhere, love and peace…

Aug 29, 2020 Diary entry: It’s party time here at Paulie Gee’s Realtime Diary, we are going to shoot the heart out of Saturday night and roast it over the campfire, everyone we know is here, we are gonna shoot the moon right out of the sky and gut and skin it, then we’re gonna swipe barbecue sauce on it, and roast it in the campfire, we’re gonna shoot green olive stars out of the night sky, stuff them with pimientos, skewer them on toothpicks, and float them in our drinks, this night belongs to the gang of Paulie Gee’s people, we will not be stayed, we will prevail in our collective endeavor to live as the free men and women we were created to be, I will personally get my goose gun, load it with magnum long range goose loads, and I’ll shoot the Hale-Bopp comet down to earth, and I’ll wrap it’s warm carcass around Gweneeshah’s shoulders because there seems to be a bit of a chill in the air, well, it’s time for our usual wiener dog dance contest, peace and love to all, Shalawam…

Aug 29, 2020 Diary entry: Could someone please reset the doomsday clock that reads two seconds ’til doomsday, I would like someone to reach up and reset it so I can have more time, I don’t think I’m quite yet ready for doomsday, I don’t want any Jesus-type character to come out of the bushes and save the entire world because he thinks he is so great, I just want a regular guy on the street to do it, or some lady who isn’t doing anything, to get out the step ladder and get up there and reset the thing so I can have a little more time to get used to the idea, I know that most of the world has been predictively programmed to accept doomsday as if it were simply another Monday morning work day at the office, but I haven’t been programmed good enough, I am just not ready, and I don’t think I will ever be, I wish the world would stop protesting the little stuff, and start protesting doomsday, if you won’t do it for yourself, do it for me, well, whether our days are short or long, I do hope they can be filled with love and peace for all those who desire that, Shalawam…

Aug 29, 2020 Diary entry: There’s a dead fly on the corner of my table, it’s been there for two years, oh god have I slowed down, how far I have fallen from my former days of glorious youth, my storybook life was a dream for me, a nightmare for others, I rode plot twist after plot twist like a madman, the mad scientist wasn’t mad before he met me, he was a docile kindly gentleman who gave free sodas to his customers because he only wanted them to be happy, then one day I strode into his neighborhood soda shop, and well, the rest is history, that kindly soda pop man started mixing chemicals and otherworldly ingredients into hideous concoctions that would end up terrorizing the entire free world, all because of me, I brought things out in people, I brought out the good and the bad, my antics were responsible for creating magnificent heroes and dastardly villains, now though, there is a dead fly on my table, he is neither mad nor glad, happy nor sad, he’s just there, as if he is waiting, waiting on what, I don’t know, perhaps he is waiting for me to join him for one more last antic of some kind, well, this is slowed-down Paulie, sending a hurried up love out to the world before it all falls apart, shalawam…

Aug 5, 2020 Diary entry: Burn all the straw men, burn all the scarecrows in your mind, set fire to it all, siphon all the gas from your pickup truck, throw it on the lies you have known, strike a match to it and walk away, this town is over, these people are over, this life is over, it’s time to throw your jacket over your shoulder and walk on down the road to a new town and a new life…

Aug 16, 2020 Diary entry: I do a lot of traveling, and wherever I go, I run into people I know, I have friends from all over, I was just in town the other day and I ran into a friend of mine, I was out by the county line at the new dance hall, and I ran into a friend of mine, and I was all the way out in Elwood, and guess what, you guessed right, I ran into a friend of mine, I don’t want to brag, but I know people from almost everywhere…

Aug 16, 2020 Diary entry: Many people do not appreciate the finer qualities of the popular North Korean leader, young Mr. Kim Jong Un, this fine young man is more than the simple communist leader of a reclusive land which China gave away because they didn’t want it anymore, Kim enjoys sipping white wine as he nibbles delicate little canapes made by his sister, Kim and his sister bask in the serenity and peace of the backyard garden next to the mine field, and they while away the hours poring over old war maps as they opine their fate, if only they had been there to run the war; things could have been different if Grandfather Kim hadn’t messed up big time, anyway, as you undoubtedly know, Kim is a model, he has broken in to a lucrative modeling career as of late, his shirtless poses astride his magnificent white stallion were the rave of Paris two years ago, a tasteful nude pose of Kim with his arms and legs wrapped wistfully around a KN-25 rocket is being passed around the US pentagon, Kim’s pinup is inside every desk and locker within the whole East Asia Sector Strategic Planning And Defense Co-Department Of Wartime Services Brigade (Land and Sea Based), Kim has tried to follow in his father Kim Jong Il’s footsteps, but the elder Kim was a hard drinking tyrant who ruled his hooch like Mao ruled culture, father Kim tried to raise young Kim to drink glassfuls of Hennessy instead of wine spritzers and apertifs that the elder Kim despised, be that as it may be, young Kim has blossomed into a modern renaissance man who has captured the imagination of a world gone mad, the Kim invasion of the art and photography world is a coup never seen since the Beatle’s invasion back in the sixties, will we be seeing more of Kim soon, how about a little more Kim and a little less missile next time for the boys at the Pentagon, well, this is Paulie, locking his door and turning off the lights, as he lives in one of the freedom-loving countries that isn’t really free at all, I hope to live long enough to see you back here for another diary entry, anyway, I launch a big rocket full of love out to the whole world, wherever you are, shalawam…

Aug 15, 2020 Diary entry: Alert! Alert! Warning! Warning! Please tune to your emergency broadcast station immediately, this is an urgent message from R Anon, we are a little slower than Q Anon, but we are more real, we have a new medical update on the alleged black plague incident that took place a long time ago in Eurasia and North Africa, the black plague was just another cover up story conceived in order to fool the masses, we here at Paulie Gee’s Realtime Diary have access to study materials and resource options that are not available to the general public that allow us to identify patterns from the past that can link to patterns here in the present so we can learn the truth about this cockeyed world we live in, the 1347-1351 “black plague” was indeed caused by a rat, but not the rat it has been blamed on, a man known as Kill Gates was a snake oil salesman who promised that his new elixir could cure some kind of imaginary thing or another, but it ended up killing the people instead, yes, Kill Gates was the great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great grandfather of Bill Gates, the rat that was responsible for the death of a great many millions of people was blamed on the wrong rat, the rat was just another Gates, Bill is the modern version of the Gate Keeper of the Dead and the Damned, we have done the work of tracing this ancient disease back to patient one, or more precisely, rat one, and that rat was the great great great great great, well, we don’t want to go through all that again, we hope we have identified a pattern for you that you never saw before, a pattern that you can use to identify the bullshit of these present times in which we live, remember, the disease is all in your head, it’s all in your head, your head is the disease, your own mind has made you ill, until you can deal with your own mind, I’m afraid your days ahead will be bleak, well, this is the Paulie Gee’s Realtime Diary gang who do the research so you don’t have to, saying, stay safe out there, keep your head on a swivel, be prepared to shelter in place, and always stay ready to go to your bug out location, and stop taking “medicine”, we wish everyone love and perfect peace, shalawam…