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Working on The Endeavor. Freedom of speech is part of the first amendment. Use it or lose it. Rejection is God's protection, I think?

(The Endeavor Update XXIX)

The Midnight Slaughter is revised (marked as completed at this stage) and is ready for the next update. 8:17pm. 01.22.2020

(The Endeavor Update XXVIII & Some Random Thoughts)

The Endeavor is going beautifully. I will have to extend the deadline due to an unfortunate discovery, but all is -well-. I feel very hopeful, happy and excited.

Physically, things have been a little tough lately. I've had a recurring stomach and earache, BUT I am pushing through.

To whoever is reading this and saw my previous post: I hope it didn't freak you out too much. My dreams can be a little -weird- and -unusual-, but they are interesting nonetheless. I may post more in the future, if time allows, and if people seem interested in reading more.


M. Roy

*This is a post from long ago. Maybe six months or so. Enjoy, but take everything in it with a grain of salt. Nothing has been edited, revised, etc.

(Dream-01TheLion's_Blood) – 2:52am

I had a passive dream with chaotic undertones. By this, I mean that the dream setting itself was passive, but the events in it were not. I woke up about an hour ago, confused and horrified, and decided to record everything before I forgot. I don't know why, but as bizarre as this dream is it feels somewhat important.

This is going to be every Freudian-psychoanalyst's wet dream.

Here goes nothing.

My stepfather took me to a restaurant that belonged to a Salvadorean woman who I (now) believe was his mother or aunt—someone he knew and admired. The restaurant looked rather cold and put together, if you consider the new McDonald's restaurant style that began popping up a couple of years ago -nice-. It was dark outside, and my stepfather and I were running away from snakes which -he- had brought into -my- house. There were at least six (or ten) of them, all in various sizes and colors, and my (poor) mother was left behind to take care of getting them out of the house. My siblings weren't there. I feel like it's important to mention that. It was just -my- mother, myself, and my stepfather (who took me away from home) in -my- home.

My mother was absolutely fantastic in this dream. She protected -me- from all of the snakes and took them out of the house as we discovered them. They never tried to bite her, but they did squirm and hiss when she picked them up and tossed them as far as she could from our home. Our house was bright and clean—safe and comfortable, but in active war mode against the original sinners.

Then my stepfather came in and took me away.

When we sat on a table, the woman made slight conversation and served -me- a (white) plate of rice and beans; but there was barely anything to eat. I could have probably counted the rice and beans in less than fifteen minutes if I'd wanted to; it was that meager. Chunks of cheese (mozzarella, I believe) were also hastily thrown around the dish to give it the appearance of being full, but even that didn't do much. In my waking life, I love eating rice and beans, so I -somehow- began suspecting that something wasn't right when this dish popped up. I was proved right -literally- seconds later.

The beans and rice disappeared, and the woman brought in an oval plate filled with -meat- that looked like a horrified face sculpture made out of ground beef. A watered-down version of tomato sauce covered it (it was actually blood) and she cut a piece and fed it to me before I could protest. I swallowed the stupid thing without much effort and moments later, the woman told me that what I had just eaten was lion -meat-.

I don't know why, but that horrified me. Eating that lion's flesh and -meat- horrified me. I can't describe it. It was sickening. Absolutely sickening. I have had far worse and more chaotic dreams than this, but the idea of eating something that was so powerful, yet endangered just, ugh. It fucked me up. I wanted to wake up, but I couldn't, so the dream continued and got worse.

There was a time loop. That's the only way I can describe it. I was in that restaurant and then I was magically back -home-. I had no concept of how I ended up there, but then again no one ever knows how travel works in dreams. Well some might, but...

The house was dark now. A faint light remained and -my- mother was struggling with one (final) snake. She asked me for help and as terrified as I felt, I grabbed the -yellow- snake with my hand and tugged. I tugged so hard it began to hurt her (the snake). She latched onto my younger brother's neck and wouldn't let go. The medium part of its body was wrapped around itself like a cinnamon roll and my mother held onto my younger brother, who was terrified, for dear life. Its muscles contracted with the effort of latching on and it bit down harder. My brother screamed and my mother panicked. I wanted to pass out.

I grabbed the snake's head and pried it open somehow. I don't remember how I did it, but the snake released, and my mother grabbed its head while I held onto its tail and we both tugged. She ripped the snake's head and I tore its body into pieces. Blood splattered everywhere and just like that it was over. I woke up with my legs and feet snugly wrapped around my comforter, dazed and confused. Horrified, because I had eaten lion -meat- and relieved because the snakes couldn't get me anymore.

The irony of it all? I have a snake tattoo on my right arm that stretches from the top of my forearm to about a fourth of the way down my hand.

They are one of my favorite animals.

M. Roy

(The Endeavor Update XXVII)

There are [VIII] parts of The Endeavor left to complete. Progress is being made, but things could moving along better.

Yesterday was a good day. 01.09.2020.

(The Endeavor Updates XXIV-XXVI)

XXIV – The Midnight Summoning is revised (marked completed at this stage) and is ready for the next update. 7:56pm. 12.29.2019.

XXV – Exchange of Information (re-titled The Message) is revised (marked completed at this stage) and is ready for the next update. 10:55pm. 01.05.2020.

XXVI – Abandonment Issues is revised (marked as completed at this stage) and is ready for the next update. 1:18am. 01.10.2020

(19 Highlights of 2019)

2019 has been a year. A bad one mostly, BUT some good things have happened along the way. I won't mention the bad things here cause' I'll remember those for as as long as I live, but the good stuff always tends to go without realizing it. In an effort to curve that I've decided to make a....listicle.

  1. The BEST THING to have happened this year was, without a doubt, THE ENDEAVOR. After three years of fucking around, I finally did it. I rolled my sleeves up, got my shit together and got to it. No BS. No excuses. I just did it.

  2. The BEST MOVIE I watched this year was Ready or Not. I go to the movies about once a year (if that) and when I do go, this is EXACTLY the type of stuff I will happily pay a full-price ticket to go see.

  3. The BEST SHORT FILM I saw this year was Over the Garden Wall. No explanation needed.

  4. The BEST TV-SHOW I saw this year was Blood & Treasure. I am a sucker for this type of storytelling, and I could not help myself. Traveling to exotic places? Check. Action, drama, betrayal and adventure? Check! Read like a book at times? DOUBLE Check!

  5. The BEST BOOK I read was Half-Past Midnight by Mr. Stephen King. No explanation needed for this one, either.

  6. The BEST BEER I had this year was a Ponyboy.

  7. The COOLEST EVENT I went to was a drag talent show contest in some odd venue I don’t remember the name of in Minneapolis.


  9. My favorite EVENT was going Christmas shopping. There was something so relaxing and fun about doing my part to control Amazon's ever-increasing grip on the dying horse that is the retail industry.

  10. The BEST ADVICE I read anywhere was “Honesty without tact is cruelty”.

  11. The TIME WHERE I SAW MY FUTURE MOST CLEARLY was immediately after I sat my ass down to create the outline for The Endeavor.

  12. The THING I SPLURGED THE MOST ON was books. The amount was ungodly, so I shall not say how much; but it was a lot. I don't regret it either. I'd rather die than go at least a couple of weeks without buying any.

  13. The BEST ICE CREAM I had this year was a mix of Cotton Candy and Bubblegum. Unicorn Magic was also bomb.com.

  14. My FAVORITE WORD of 2019 was “thock”. I don’t remember where I heard it, but I am pretty sure it is a word. Look it up!

  15. The COOLEST SERVICE I used was SPPL’s Ask A Librarian. Those guys work really hard and don't get paid enough.

  16. Leaving my job in May was the MOST STRESS-RELIEVING THING I did this year, hands down.

  17. The BEST MAX MOMENT of 2019 was…him taking a shit LITERALLY TWENTY SECONDS BEFORE THE NEW YEAR. He had nothing left to prove, so why not?

  18. The COOLEST GIFTS I received were: a medusa statue, a water bottle that I had been wanting for 8 months AND a pillow with Max's face on it.

  19. And finally, for shits and giggles…the DUMBEST THING that happened to me this year was PULLING A MUSCLE WHILE SLEEPING.

Dear Stranger,

Happy New Year's! I hope all of your hopes and dreams come true and that a crazy amount of good luck, health and happiness come your way throughout 2020 and beyond.

Love, M. Roy & Max

PS: Great things are coming. It gets worse before it can get better.

Stay focused.

Stay motivated.


(The Endeavor Updates XX-XXIII)

XX – Flight is revised (marked completed at this stage) and is ready for the next update. 7:09pm. 12.01.2019.

XXI – The River Dwellers is revised (marked completed at this stage) and is ready for the next update. 7:48pm. 12.08.2019.

XXII – The Lord of the Isles is revised (marked completed at this stage) and is ready for the next update. 12:56am. 12.25.2019.

XXIII – The O.’s for The Midnight Summoning & Exchange of Information & Abandonment Issues are complete. 12:41am. 12.27.2019 & 9:57am. 12.27.2019.

(Upcoming 2020 Blog Posts)

Ahoy there!

Below is a small list of upcoming blog posts that I will get around to publishing sometime soon. I am not a very motivated writer and making spelling, grammar, and syntax mistakes on a regular basis can get a little exhausting. Please do be patient and I will get around to it—eventually. In the meantime, here’s a first look (in no particular order)!

Disownment On Being Nice “Lame Jobs” I Was A Five Year-Old Pimp Crab Heaven We Need To Talk About Shrek My Dirty Secret, Chiitan The Clown Chronicles OKA The Pink Dress & Why I Hate Clowns French Promises The Werewolf of Casasano My Brother’s (Umbilical Cord) Keeper $1.99 The Date(mare) The Lost Wallet The CCL: Crazy Cat Lazy – Part I The CCL: Roadside Cat – Part II Puppy Adventures El Alacran Perfect Movie Experience The Ethnography OKA Why I Technically Didn’t Graduate High School My High School Experience Acne – Part I The Crayola Scar Horrors ft. Spongebob Squarepants

I am aware that this is a shameless attempt to have activity on this blog without actually writing anything worth reading. If you’ve made it this far, thank you and Godspeed. I will see you in the next one.

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