Okay, yes. Yes, indeed. If you've been following this podcast, then you're probably familiar with the Fucked Up Relationship Album. This is the book upon which said album is based. Indeed, if you've been following said Fucked Up Relationship Album, then you'll have seen excerpts from this wee little book. 

Here's the description on the back of the book: A clinical psychologist lets herself speak when she tells her own trauma narrative in an indie graphic novel. Drawing on her training and education in psychology, she embarks on a journey into her psyche in order to exorcise an abusive ex-boyfriend from 20 years ago. Fasten your seat belts: This trip is trippy.

Here're some links - Lulu.com does the best job printing it up. Amazon does the worst job (but it's still readable - and there's the convenience of Amazon-ness).

https://www.lulu.com/shop/rebecca-pittenger/let-her-speak-a-lost-voice-comes-home-again-and-an-ice-king-loses-his-crown/paperback/product-45v2y9k.html?q=rebecca+pittenger&page=1&pageSize=4


https://www.walmart.com/ip/Let-Her-Speak-A-Lost-Voice-Comes-Home-Again-and-an-Ice-King-Loses-His-Crown-Paperback-9781304916105/5450324336


https://www.booksamillion.com/p/Let-Her-Speak/Rebecca-Pittenger/9781304916105

https://www.amazon.com/Let-Her-Speak-Voice-Comes/dp/1304916103/ref=sr_1_1?crid=1YFG0UF9XR7WD&dib=eyJ2IjoiMSJ9.MgO-6QNNjtANVmDRwG6t6w.ZIK75ZWd_9igwLx3fkh8_yq0i8Oeo8e982Wvj4cJey8&dib_tag=se&keywords=rebecca+pittenger+let+her+speak&qid=1720229874&s=books&sprefix=rebecca+pittenger+let+her+speak%2Cstripbooks%2C139&sr=1-1

This is the song I wrote in real life after the events depicted in the song I posted just now about the weed pulling and getting all un-depressed and stuff. It's like, all this new music came to me on that spring day, back in 2001, after my soul came back to me. Yeah, I went ahead and wrote and recorded this little ditty after the weed pulling and resultant non-depression. Here's an interesting fun-fact: I'm playin' the same banjo in this recording that I did in the recording I made 23 years ago. (Geez, has it been that long?) Anyway, it's a ghosty song. 

This is the next song in the Fucked Up Relationship Album, Part 4. In this one, the main character goes to her folks' house for spring break, and for whatever reason, a miracle happens. She's sitting in the sun, pulling weeds with her mom, and they're just talking about regular stuff, including how fucked up the fucked up relationship is. Something about that made the sun come back out. The girl's soul comes back. Her depression is gone all of a sudden! 

This is the next song in the Fucked Up Relationship Album, Part 4. The main character is working on her dissertation proposal, or I should say, she wants to work on it. It's due the next day. But her poopy boyfriend is keeping her on the phone, talking her ear off about boring stuff. She comes up with an idea she wants to get down, and she starts typing it up. Fucked-upness ensues.

This is a true story, and the next song in the Fucked Up Relationship Album, Part 4. It as the night before my dissertation proposal was due. I was workin' on it and thought I'd talk to mean controlling boyfriend dude for just a few minutes. Y'know. A goodnight call and all that. And he proceeded to talk my ear off. 

Here's the 5000th song about death. Death's on my mind; what can I say? It's on my mind.

This is the next song in the Fucked Up Relationship Album, Part 4. It's about how when I auditioned for that play, I didn't tell my dumb boyfriend about it. 

I was in a weird, reverie state last night, when I thought of the idea of conceptualizing the universe as being just one big fire. All the suns, which are hot, hot, hot balls of fire - those suns are the flames and sparkles that make up the giant fire that is the universe. And then, eventually, like all other fires, the giant fire, that is the universe, will some day peter out. Oh yeah, I was attempting to sound like the Drunk Church that inhabits my mind. I was probably not very successful. 

This is sorta a reprise of an old song from the way-back machine, with a li'l rap added to it. I'm considering starting a new project (but haven't decided yet). If I do end up starting it, this'll be the little number that kicks it off.

This is another one of those existential songs. I was thinking about how when man is gone, all our buildings and stuff'll sink into the earth. Even art will disappear. Everything'll disappear. Even stuff that most of us would consider to be immortal, like the Mona Lisa, for example, will disappear. It'll all disappear. And, on top of that, every one of us will be forgotten after our deaths. A few generations down the line, and nobody'll remember any of us. Nope.