169 – MissSofie aka Sofia Kourtesis

MissSofie Dj Mix

Las Magnolias – Voice & Sounds by Sofia Kourtesis | 808 & Sampler by Gold Panda


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Happy Titty Tuesday! I hope you will enjoy this fun chill mix by my little beautiful dove, Miss Sofie. It’s a snowy, cold wet, Winter’s day here in NYC so maybe this will calm and lift your spirit. A special shout out to Sofia over in Berlin! She’s a lovely friend and a sweet soul. She’s not only a trilingual booking agent at Popmondial but also a talented musician and DJ. Enjoy.

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New World Order


Post-apocalyptic artwork found here www.crispme.com

I sat in the back seat of an old yellow school bus packed full of high school students. The road was incredibly bumpy because we were traveling through desert and what seemed to resemble a post-apocalyptic environment. I could see people scurrying about and groups of soldiers climbing out of the back of dark green trucks but the speed of the bus kicked up the dust so that it was difficult to see out of the windows. All of the students were excitedly speaking above each other so the mixture of voices and the commotion outside was causing nervousness and tightness in my stomach.

Then a myriad of gun shots were fired but it wasn’t the sound of a hand gun but military grade M4’s or M16’s. I heard the explosions- the deafening sound of bombs and missile fire. Everything warped to slow motion. All sound was muffled as if we were underwater. The bus driver turned his head toward us and I watched his quivering lips yell, “Get down!” The cotton exploded from the vinyl bus seats like dead dandelions. The bullets tore into skin penetrating ribs and chests and skulls of young teenagers and painting the dust-stained windows with blood. The bus driver took a bullet straight into his heart and as it tore through, he lost control of the wheel turning the bus over several times until it stopped on its side in a pool of gas, hot smoke and broken glass. I was the only survivor.

I wedged my way through the broken window and began to run as fast as I could toward a beige-colored brick wall that was only half-standing. Gun shots continued to fire although I wasn’t exactly sure where they were coming from. People were screaming and running like scattered ants. I quickly turned the corner of the wall and stopped to catch my breath. I held my body flat against it to avoid the cross-fire.

Then my friend, Derek (a warlock I knew in high school) appeared in my dream. He casually walked toward me as he spoke through his off-setting grin, but I can’t remember what he said because I was so focused on his teeth. His teeth were made of wood and were moldy and decayed. I looked at him trying to find the connection but I felt unsettled so I ran.

I sped through the red haze toward two towers that stood strong like a bridge, a gateway to another dimension. I couldn’t see the tops of them because they extended far into the clouds like the tower of Babel that I read about in the Old Testament and in the book of Josephus.

As I ran harder and faster, I could feel my heart thumping inside of my chest like a war drum. There were men in uniform guarding the base of the towers. They looked exactly the same- muscular, over 6 feet tall wearing dark green uniforms and carrying automatic rifles. One spotted me and ordered the others to shoot. I kept running toward them but I didn’t feel any fear.

As I ran, I felt my feet sinking into the air like I was pushing into invisible stairs. I ran up into the sky, past the soldiers on the ground and past the first layer of clouds. As I climbed in flight, more soldiers appeared high on the watch tower aiming missile launchers at me. They fired but I dodged them. I was no longer running up the invisible steps of air now, I was flying. I flew higher and higher until I reached the atmosphere and finally reached space. I was temporarily comforted by the silence, stars and stillness.


My body gravitated toward a red planet. As I entered the planet’s atmosphere, I felt uneasy because I couldn’t find a water source and it seemed just as dry and desolate as the area that I left on Earth. The buildings were like run-down projects. There weren’t many, but the ones that stood, ranged from 1 to 50 stories high and were covered in overgrowth and corrosion.


I flew toward one of the taller buildings because I saw movement through one of the windows. I entered what looked to be an old hotel room. The walls of the room were a dark turquoise color which drank much of the light fighting to come in. I couldn’t help but notice the extremely large creature that resembled Jabba the Hut but rather than being solely covered in moist fatty tissue, it’s worm-like skin was covered in hundreds of vaginas.

To the side of the bed stood a human man who was chained to the room but was nonchalantly having sex with the creature. I never spoke to the man or saw his face and I never spoke directly to the creature. It was almost as if they couldn’t see me. Perched on a lamp shade to my right, was a small animal / alien creature. I asked, “what’s going on here?”


It replied, “It is the New World Order. We’re exterminating most of the humans and the few that are spared will serve as slaves for our purposes. Some, like him, will be used as sex slaves to create human-alien hybrids.”

I knew I had to stop the genocide, so I quickly flew back into space and came across a small X-Wing fighter but it had no cockpit enclosure. It was open. The young Han Solo stood there to greet me. And for the next several hours we had target practice and shot at various space debris. But suddenly I realized that he was trying to distract me from my mission. He wasn’t the real Han Solo…He wasn’t even human! Irritated, I quickly sped back down to Earth and thought to myself, “I’m going to fly one human at a time and hide them in the caves in the Mountains.”

Then I woke up.

168 – Drive

“For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men, like Beethoven and Nietzsche. In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest in infinity; but they do not lose themselves there, they struggle with all the force of their lives for one thing only: to fulfill themselves according to their own laws, to build up their own form, to represent themselves. Nothing is holier, nothing is more exemplary than a beautiful, strong tree. When a tree is cut down and reveals its naked death-wound to the sun, one can read its whole history in the luminous, inscribed disk of its trunk: in the rings of its years, its scars, all the struggle, all the suffering, all the sickness, all the happiness and prosperity stand truly written, the narrow years and the luxurious years, the attacks withstood, the storms endured. And every young farm boy knows that the hardest and noblest wood has the narrowest rings, that high on the mountains and in continuing danger the most indestructible, the strongest, the ideal trees grow.”

Hermann Hesse, Bäume. Betrachtungen und Gedichte

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Gesaffelstein – Aleph

“That was the first time I realized what a vampire must feel like.

It’s the kind of beauty you want to take a bite out of.”

Gesaffelstein’s recently released LP “Aleph” is B R I L L I A N T. Trust me. Listen to it from beginning to end. The entire package is truly a masterpiece. From the circuit-board cover art, to the track titles, to the award-winning music video for “Pursuit” directed by Fleur & Manu, to the story that the music tells, I can’t say enough positive things about it. To top it off, It was released just a few days before Halloween. DETAILS. Was this album made with divine intervention? Maybe. This is how it’s done folks. This is art. He has earned and deserves his success and it’s good to have him on Earth.

Bon Appétit.



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166 – Of The Wand and The Moon


Of The Wand and The Moon – A Pyre of Black Sunflowers

I saw a pyre of black sunflowers
Trapped in a swarm of moths
And swallows crying heimve
Hovering on the storm
Soaring above the golden corn
So gracefully
And then a sadness gripped me
All shall pass
Our love corrupts
Turn to ghost, to dust

I saw a pyre of dreams
And my hearts decay in full bloom
I left my love behind
And my darkness was her groom
And from darkness we come
To darkness we grow
In darkness we call
In darkness through and through
Our love corrupts
Turn to ghost, to dust

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I am in love with his illustrations. I cannot stop staring at them. They invoked a memory within me. They feel familiar- reminds me of when I was young and would sink into fantasies through books and drawings of my own, to escape. If it’s true that we are reborn into the world- maybe we are born into different worlds each time and our dreams are memories of our past lives or maybe we are actually going to these places in our dreams…or maybe they are just dreams.

Since I was a child, I’ve always dreamt of war and supernatural beings attacking me- to kill me. I gave birth to an egg once in my dream and when it hatched, it was a giant diamond. I knew it would grow into a human eventually but my mother was trying to take it from me so I had to hide her.

I often had nightmares and sleep paralysis. But things started to change when I was a teenager. I learned to lucid dream and over time, I became strong. I would fight back (usually with two short swords), I could fly, I could surf giant tsunami waves and I would visit other planets.

I’ve fought and killed the entire Orc army from Lord of the Rings. When I entered this dream I was dropped from the sky. I remember feeling the adrenaline and the fear on my way down but as soon as my boots touched the ground I fought for my life and I slaughtered every single one of them.

I’ve fought aliens, demons and soldiers. I’ve sailed through space on a Viking ship with Chimerah, Centaurs and giant angels to the Black Hole where a guardian angel told me it was the door to the 8th dimension. Then tonight I found this…

“Time and space are finite in extent, but they don’t have any boundary or edge. They would be like the surface of the earth, but with two more dimensions.”

Stephen Hawking, Black Holes and Baby Universes

Maybe life exists in layers. Layer upon layer upon layer and we all exist together but maybe we aren’t able to see all of the layers.

Dreams can teach us to be strong. The way that I am in my dream world should translate into my reality and vice versa. They can help us heal. I understand that not everyone dreams and you might feel like you are missing out on something but it’s also why we have songs and paintings and poems and books.We are surrounded by rich amazing stories to teach us and to grow us ultimately to understand unconditional love. Maybe? Is that the meaning of life? The center of the core is love. And by “core” it’s more of a feeling. The core of the Universe, all of the weight and pressure that you feel on the head of a needle in all of its intensity– but rather than fear, think of it as love. As light.

Dans l’obscurité, nous appelons

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164 – Devour

I found the following tracks today via Philippe Petit’s [Knotweed Records] Soundcloud. I included his Seclusion Podcast 006 mix below in addition to JC Laurent’s [Minority’s Records] Droid Behavior podcast because FRANCE IS WINNING.

Last night I was having so much trouble deciding on which track to use today, so I’m including a few. It has been a rough few weeks and I am in dire need of a dark warehouse party this weekend. My brain is going to explode and everyone is driving me CRAZY! Aghhahghghgh
I’m so thankful for techno. It helps me detox. So you take that techno. You take it on the face.
However, don’t bother listening if you don’t have quality headphones or proper bass. You’ll miss the progression. I love that shake.

We have exactly ONE month till my favorite holiday, Halloween.

Berlin friends, I’ll see you on the 21st. We’re gonna party.


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“They devour each other and cannot even digest themselves.”

Friedrich Nietzsche


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162 – Scarlett Etienne | Burning Man 2012-2013

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Hello Everyone,

Titty Tuesday is going to be a bit different today. There won’t be as many mammaries for your viewing pleasure but there will still be plenty of eye candy. Just press play on the video player below.

    I have a few reasons for this post.

1. Scarlett is an excellent musician and a wonderful human being
2. Although I’ve never been to Burning Man, I’m fascinated by it, and for those of you like me, we can voyeur through this post together (planning to attend next year)
3. Several of my friends in NYC, London and Florida are featured in this post. Thank you Scarlett, Cain, Tanya, Nabi, Jasmine, David, Christi, Twee, Ahmed and Henry for allowing me to use your photos.

My fascination with Burning Man, aside from being a giant party in the desert with fabulous friends in outrageous costumes, is that it seems to change people and actually have a lasting effect. It would feel so liberating to disconnect from life– from Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, from the job, home, pressures, stress– to have a few weeks of raw human interaction and to loosen the inhibitions a bit. It would also be lovely to be alone and quiet in the middle of nowhere. Hopefully I’ll find out next year.

Now on to Miss Scarlett…

She’s beautiful, talented, charming, stylish and hilarious. She pours herself into whatever it is she feels passion for whether it be music, dancing, fashion, etc. She works hard and it shows but she definitely has also mastered the ART of having FUN. We live in an age where many people are musicians but there aren’t a lot of “stars.” Scarlett was born to be a star. She’s intriguing, engaging and she has this energy about her that lures you in. She has sung and danced, produced and DJ’d her way to this point and I hope she continues to inspire and connect us. And let’s face it, she’s super fun to watch. Sexy ladyyyy. Scarlett is quite the starlet.

I’m so happy to share her track with you below. I was listening to this song last Saturday on repeat. I woke up around 11 AM, climbed to the roof of my Brooklyn apartment and basked under the Autumn-like Sun and cloudy blue skies. This is part of the reason I love music so much. I’m thankful that it can cause me to think- bring me to a new awareness, to heal and detox or to experience an emotion that I wasn’t originally feeling. I had a very positive uplifting morning which I took note of via Facebook (below).

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Scarlett and the Pixels – Disconnected ft. Felix Da Housecat Scarlett Photographed by Thomas Woland

Scarlett Etienne by Thomas Woland

David Mccormack

“If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other.”
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I’ll leave you with Scarlett’s beautiful cover of “Karma Police” by Radiohead

Love to you.