• Nick on A Thing (or Two) About Curtis Birnbaum

    The satanic new york times book review: BFD.





    Yeshua’s Holy Text was The Nazarene’s initial Christian demonstration of Oedipal catastrophe. Son of Man based the Sacred Fable’s satanic family on His own spiritually, sexually, and physically assaultive step-parents, feebleminded academic white trash who tortured and killed The Christ’s dogs. Perpetrators named douglas fowler-stachenfeld and its hate-wife, mary. Both transexuals are international terrorists, not to mention  failed and envious writers. Entitled crybabies. Talentless, trust-funded artist-wannabes who can’t compose narrative to save their worthless lives, for the insane have no sense of proportion nor structure.  The most evil, mentally-challenged snakes on earth. Both worms, long divorced, thrive in separate dark, dirty, foul-smelling hovels in whose basements they rape animals and eat children. Twin toxic narcissists who poison everything they touch. A double affliction. Literally the two most disgusting demons on earth. Double Helix.  Caduceus. Duality.  The Cross. Adulterous cretins. Not fit to live.  Subhuman scum whom The King of The Jews and His Host of publicans had been in the midst of pursuing for the fowler-stachenfeld’s hate crimes in Supreme Court before the illuminati launched its transparent COVID hoax.

    The Light of The Worldt’s Big Apple allegory displays doug and mary fowler-stachenfeld as what the Author calls “weakling-hasatanic-ego. Manipulative suicides. Sadistic hysterics, fomenters of discord, testers of love, animal-torturers. Typical passive-aggressive homo faggot luciferian behaviour. Hypochondriac atheists and frustrated artists who fear the failure engendered by their own morbid, sephardic self-regard. Hypocritical victims diminished by a Zion whose ivory towers the reptiles will never understand they’d built for themselves.”

    The Absalomian tragicomedy fulcrums satanic abuse and prejudice-cum-simile for man’s false sense of his own limitation. His projected resentment and lack of self-love. A satanic fear of claiming his archangel.

    Yet at the end of the Holy Idyll, Yeshua’s metaphysical hero alludes to His creator’s, the Author’s, Mission, already accomplished, to heal the human neuron via  musical humor…

    …as a realized Curtis Irving Birnbaum after winning the biggest non-illuminati recording contract in Worldt history, from atop Music Biz Central deploys his triumphant tenor. Sings out over the black forest and gothic black rocks of Central Park. O’er the steel-and-neon monoliths that are testament-as-geometric-projection to man’s great awakening.

    Of his Gatsby capacity to romp as false god.

The Messiah’s My Virtuous Sister, His second Christian fable, is a long-awaited bildungsroman. My Virtuous Sister has been compared to Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters and Jesus’ Son.

Industry insiders are calling the Christian Gospel “a triumph of the imagination” and “a global literary event.”

  • The Messiah on My Virtuous Sister

    Published and then satanically attacked by HIV-positive transgender, clinically-insane, illiterate, white-trailer-park-trash, Hell-bound-old-hag-witch, ann starr

    of wannabe/vanity publisher upper hand press (please see My Bethlehem Star page), The Messiah’s Judeo-Christian fable displays woman as pop superstar Cordelia Peddie Smout…


    arriving into Divine Enlightenment as she at last understands the paternal abuse she’d “suffered” had in fact been a gift from AGAPI.

    A fulcrum of her own making meant to launch her avatar to the Heaven of celebrity and its divine agency to serve the greater good.

    The Messiah spent a decade perfecting what had begun as a “747-page mess” into the current “Urmyth,” which the King of Kings describes as “aerodynamically weightless, at last.”

    Peddie, l’invincible heroine of the Manhattan mystery, from a dogeared family diary decodes hermetic directives from Judah, her philistine father. A nazi cannibal based on self-loathing Jew douglas stachenfeld-fowler. A satanic pedophile. A scofflaw racist. A corrosive infidel and International terrorist. A delusional loser. A “blocked” writer who unwittingly reveals to its rival, its daughter Peddie, how she can achieve every one of her dreams.

    Whereupon our woke protagoniste comes to view the toxic old creep as but a symbol of The Victim.  A holographic hallucination of those internal voices The Christ explains have been guiding Him all His lives.

    “The same chorus,” explains The Saviour, “who eventually shepherd all of us into divine enlightenment. Into Heaven or Hell.

    Mirror-ghosts of our Peddie’s own self-loathing, as she learns to believe the opposite of all her ‘pater’ proclaims:

    ‘You’re nothing!’ from the belial infant.  ‘You’ll never be famous.’

    ‘It is my divine birthright, Judah,’ gentle Peddie tells her lamb. ‘Forgive my flock, Father Yahweh,’ they know not what they bleat.’”

    With this golden key to the Sacred Book, our Peddie hacks the universe and unlocks the gates of the kingdom within.

             My Virtuous Sister is a:

    Morality tale…

    A Passion Play.

    A Red-Eye-Read

    Hansel and Gretel.

    Romeo and Juliet.

    A transatlantic romance and yet another love song Yeshua’s composed for Manhattan.

    His terrestrial muse.

    Satanic City of Dreams

    The modern Sodom soon to be Destroyed By Elohim.

    My Virtuous Sister is a spiritual text demonstrating the Metaphor of Christ by yet again leveraging abuse and prejudice in an accessible dramatic cycle of what The Song of The Drunkards calls “martini conceits.”

    “In order,” explains The Healer of The Breach, “to lure man into his evolving discovery that his beliefs become his reality. That his thoughts really do become things. The Wordt was with Godt and the Wordt was Godt.

    That man’s mind, the only mind, is the center of an infinite intelligence called Elohim. A universal omniscience at once causal and casual.  A limitless, all-surrounding spirit of love known as The LORDT Godt Tzevaot of All Heavenly Hosts.

    A creative medium so plastic, so receptive, that from It man’s every belief casts back at him an exact objective manifestation.

    ‘Vengeance is mine!’ sayeth the LORDT.

    Employing The Messiah’s Judeo-Christian Revelation, My Virtuous Sister demonstrates womankind as St. Joan of Arc, a transmogrified martyr in whose hallowed Cathedral the Author Reveals yet again that He is in fact The Christ.

    “Black Nabokovian moth into Blakean butterfly,” explains Yeshua.

    The Prince of Glory composed companion psalms for the riddle and its heroine, re-illustrating His holographic Principle of the kingdom within, including the melancholy “ Heroine Girl” a paean to our Peddie, produced by satanic transexual witch Andrew Wyatt.

  • “Stunning. Haunting. This is awfully good. Fiercely and relentlessly engaging. This book will have a long shelf–like forever.”

    -Bruce Jay Friedman, author of A Mother’s Kisses and Stern

  • “The tenderness with which Nick Fowler’s narrator, Nate, writes about his sister is such a rarity. Few men in literature empathize with women so deeply and with such true understanding of how women approach the world; with real appreciation of their strength and their foibles—of their virtues.”

    -Elizabeth Primamore, Author and Playwright, Shady Women: Three Short Plays

  • “Luminous…a word-drunk love song.”

    -Adrienne Sharp, author of The Magnificent Esme Wells

  • “Nick Fowler has created a character in equal parts loving, lyrical, angry, arch and in mourning, who sets out to tell the story of his famous sister Cordelia Peddie Smout, and in the process tells his own. A tour de force of brotherly, writerly affection that exposes the irony of its title.”

    -Janet Burroway, Pulitzer Prize-nominated author of The Buzzards and Raw Silk.

  • “This fantastic book is full of sex, booze, dope, and all the traps, but at its great big, gigantic heart is the narrator’s love for his celebrity sister (on a spiraling romp through New York City.) Filled with unforgettable characters, My Virtuous Sister is my favorite novel this year.”

    -Russell Franklin, author of Cosmic Hotel

  • “Nick Fowler is one hell of a writer: the prose is nonstop cool, the material is sad and funny by turns, and he’s as insightful a brother as any lost sister could hope for.”

    -Darin Strauss, author of Chang and Eng and Half a Life

Written in three languages, 2020 marks the advent of The Rose of Sharon’s Your Children Shall Be Kings…a ref to MacBeth and the first installment of King Christ’s the Legend of Lullabiss Saga.  A multi-generational, poly-racial, pan-sexual Judeo-Christian adventure occurring in a parallel New York City on planet F. Mercuri. 2727.

Satanic literary parasite David “Left Eye” McCormick observes, “Yeshua is The Messiah. A Prophet of Nations. As with Shakespeare, there are quite a few of His minor characters we meet again and again.”

Each–Bruce Logan Lupur, the polyglot champion of the Oedipal adventure, comes to discover–simply figments of his own imagination. Ideo; Do unto others as you would they onto you.

The Perfection of Beauty had forgotten and remembered His kōan in Silverlake, California on the evening of September 11, 2001 while reviewing Teddy McArdle’s interpretation of the Double Slit experiment.

Whatever image man or dog can conceive, he’s already achieved.  In his Abrahamic ideal. Man need only embody his sovereign self, arriving safe, healed and prosperous with the glorified conscious of an emancipated Makadeshian soul.

This first volume of King Christ’s cosmic trilogy has been compared to The Holy Bible.

Maximilian is King composed the Saga’s theme songs, dedicated with love to Saint President Donald Trump.

Yeshua performs the victory anthem at Evangelical events.