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Do you ever get the feeling that a billion dollar church has put cameras in your home in order to anticipate your next move at the laundromat in order to coordinate spies to interact with you so you’ll form delusions that your response was morally inadequate and so karmically manifested a rejection email from an arts residency in hopes of triggering your public Karen freakout? I knew I wasn’t alone in this. Thank you everyone. After only 121 episodes, this podcast has surpassed 1000 downloads. Consider this your reward.
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This is for anyone who’s ever said “Why would I care if anyone spied on me? I have nothing to hide.” I used to say this very thing, in a loud, bragging tone to all my friends. Other than an isolated incident involving a single serving meatloaf from Eli Zabar’s which falls outside the statute of limitations, I have nothing to hide that I won’t eventually exploit for my art—but it turns out, getting spied on can still be terrible for many reasons.
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Hey all-so I experienced a leak in my ceiling timed oh-so-perfectly with the publication of an article in The Marshall Project written by an inmate sentenced for murder whose girlfriend’s body was found by hotel staff who noticed a leak coming through the ceiling of the Soho House. This inmate happens to be a character in my currently-being-queried novel, “Almost Rapist”. It’s like, even from jail, people are still getting better writing opportunities than me.
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Friends, this one has taken a while to process. I think an operative was employed in my workplace to stage an incident in order to try and get me to publicly confuse him with an online mugshot sharing the same name. Or he was the actual guy in the mugshot curated to work alongside me in an attempt to put me in danger. Some great options for me.
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This episode examines even more coincidence that I now realize may not have been coincidence at all…this time surrounding a Brazilian Documentary I appeared in with my Slovenian connection.
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When it comes to getting your daily serving of bone broth, there are better ways than murder. This is an especially long-game MKUltra style manipulation that took place in what seems like an attempt to falsely incriminate my book with false confessions. It could be that Scientology has really upped it’s game since Operation Freakout—but if I’m outsmarting established literary agents, regardless of what spy agency is paying them, then it’s unfair to deny audiences the intellectual sustenance of my memoir.
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This is the story of how a literary reading series may or may not have attempted to influence me into circulating excerpts of my then incomplete dark humor memoir surrounding the Joseph Brooks rape trials against the backdrop of my parents losing their house—which I’m told is generally ill advised prior to getting a commercial agent and book deal. Was the purpose of this subterfuge to get me to leak my own writing so that the Kargman Brooks and Kaplan families could claim they discovered my book through my own sloppiness rather than their engaging private investigators?
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Scientology helped me manifest a phone call from a literary agent on a specific day, just by writing “Get $300,000 Book Deal” with tone 40 intention in my day planner. Let me tell you how.
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Unsure how they pulled off an Italian tourist stalking me from 5th Avenue to Houston Street and trolling the draft of a poem in my iPhone notes with his tween daughters earrings but they did. Somebody better call the Pentagon. Or Karl Lagerfeld.
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I forgot to mention a key moment in my Multi-Interest Black-Ops involving the possible Slovenian Operative and a casting workshop at The Public Theatre that took place in 2014.
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Now that there are robot dogs in Times Square, I no longer feel self-conscious about sharing my hypothesis that a Slovenian spy targeted me with advanced mind reading instruments in 2018 as part of a possible government experiment.
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When the competition tries to make you so concerned about one risk, and distracts you from another, this is classic misdirection, classic Sun Tzu’s “Art of War”, and classic drama school.
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I’m fed up. Let’s have one beer and talk about the feds coming for my genius and targeting me with COINTELPRO when we know Marlon Brando would have never gotten the same treatment. Except he probably eventually did get targeted by the FBI, given some of the stunts he pulled at the Academy Awards tbh.
But back to me-did you know about the time last summer my work schedule was manipulated to force an interaction between myself and a fellow Tisch alumni who was getting incentive to try and fail to discredit me? Amateurs.
Note: The use of the word “predecessor” in this episode is incorrect and should be changed to “successor”. -
No matter what is happening in the world, you still have almost no excuse to touch me. Also there’s no excuse to keep my book from getting published. This is not a paid promotion.
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When I helped swear in Andrew Shue to the Drug Free Marshalls, I was ten years old, and little did I know, Andrew’s sister had just starred in “Leaving Las Vegas,” newly released in theaters.
Whatever your thoughts on getting into Nicolas Cage and drinking delicious Budweiser Zero with me this Pride season, consider the opioid crisis and whether it’s really fair to give illegal drug pushers less opportunity to convert your children as sales leads than legal ones. -
From dental hygiene to the food pyramid, our profound religious beliefs can play a factor in so many aspects of day to day interactions without ever coming up in conversation. Fortunately I am here to share some major investigative insights that can serve as highly practical for anyone who feels they lack a father figure to guide them.
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Anyone who says “I smell a rat” is lying. When you’ve gotten close enough to smell one, it’s probably too late. If the church has started actively incentivizing someone to build a rats nest near the exit of my building, I’m pretty sure that counts as bioterrorism.
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For me it is so gratifying when my multi-interest black ops perpetrators achieve narrative depth. There should be a prize for that. I also wonder if anyone knows where I can get hired as a Private Investigator to stalk someone to an acting class so the detective agency will cover my tuition. It is a pleasure to serve you. Please be careful! Contents are hot. See Multi-Part Episode “Torn Curtain” for reference.
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In this episode we dissect how Scientology might go about interfering with my serotonin and dopamine levels via sabotaging my jogging routine with one of their signature clogged drains.
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Among my list of grievances that obviously points to a contracted corporate surveillance capitalism campaign to sabotage my book from getting published in order to leverage other artists, here’s one about a reading hosted by a friend of my former partner’s honeytrap and current spouse.
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