The Ghost
I was visited by the ghost of Marilyn Monroe. I’ll never forget her glimmering ruby countenance. In nine minutes above the Cal-Neva she impressed lyrics, a hook, and a lifetime of method. She is not a memory. She is a frequency — still hanging over Tahoe, still coaching in Hollywood, still writing songs into the living.
Ruby Infinite
Some stars collapse. Marilyn refracts. A rare cosmic body — champagne light through a ruby the size of a soul — she does not burn out. She turns. Infinite in aspect. Cosmic in orbit. Too rare to be archived, too bright to be only famous. The veil is a lens. The camera is a séance. The song is how she stays.
“I’ll never forget her glimmering ruby countenance.”
The Visitation
Summer 2025. Incline Village. After the second workout, into the frigid water of Tahoe — metabolic rate down, chatter gone, the body slow enough for the spirit to speak. Suddenly out of the sky a paranormal psychic event took place. Marilyn Monroe came from above the Cal-Neva and gave the lyrics for i get off at 6. Then she became a personal Method acting coach for three months at the Lee Strasberg Institute in Hollywood.
What she whispered
The songs she pressed into the living — all rights reserved Big & Tall Records™, powered by Garden of the Mind™.
Commune
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