Vicki Lawana Trusselli
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I am a storyteller. This is where memory meets mysticism, music, multi-media, video, paranormal, rebellion, art, and life.
I nursing, business, & journalism in college. I worked in the film & music industry in LA, CA.
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THE MAN WHO SLICED TIME
I was eating a toasted gluten free, everything bagel that was sliced so nicely. As I was sipping coffee, munching, on my bagel, and reading the news on MSN I saw an article about the inventor of the automated bread slicer in 1928. I researched the article, read more about the invention, and found out Wonder Bread was the first sliced bread loaf sold in 1928. July 7, 1928, was the inventor's birthday and the birthday of Otto's Bread Slicer. Enjoy history with a SyFy, for fun, fictional vs truth story!
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 9 months ago in Feast
Reclamation of Freedom. Content Warning.
I did not celebrate today. This had to be written from my thoughts floating through my brain and dreams of the absurd, reality, life, freedom & humanity. I wrote today as we are now in a dystopian authoritarian society. I relinqished my hate and moved towards grief, then I moved towards oppression of depression. Meditate with spacey bassline centered music. Two earths are circling the universe. Earth 19 and Earth 12 are of equal distance as I remain in the in between of time and space at 75.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 9 months ago in Poets
Earth 19: The One That Burned the Bill. Content Warning.
This is my response to the big ugly bill. Millions of Americans will lose everything. I sang the blues today. I am disabled, old, and health issues. Yes, I will lose everything if something is not done to stop the Nazis and the Rumpty Dumpty crime syndicate.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 9 months ago in Poets
WE ARE NOT ANTS. Content Warning.
This was written today out of my despair that millions of vulnerable populations are on the brink of losing everything because of bullies in the Whitehouse and the ultra-wealthy will have it all as they steal from the coffers of the poor to feed the one percent billionaire bullies of crime, corruption, psychopaths, narcissists, racists, and who laugh at the poor, dying, and their bizarre hatred of us to squash us like ants. I had to write this.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 9 months ago in Poets
Tick Tock. Top Story - July 2025. Content Warning.
This is part of Step into Echoes Beyond the Veil with Pookie & Vicki After we connected with our ancestors, my dad, and her mom I thought how thin the veil is and how the earth is spinning faster, this had to be written. It is other, time zones, tick tock clocks of time & space, birth, death, and closed & open doors. This is truth, fiction, and science fiction written in words regarding living, and the fantasy of time.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 9 months ago in Poets
Grease, Grit, & Gasoline
I was watching the news as of lately realized, we are still fighting over oil in 2025. My kind, hardworking late Dad, big Vic, was a mechanic who loved his work. He worked with oil, gasoline, and all those products. He didn't fight over the guy’s gas station down the street. They would shake hands. talk & laugh. The only argument I remember is the time when my dad worked for a real jerk before he bought his own gas station. The jerk boss refused to buy a heater, fan, or AC for my dad’s stall. My dad was not angry. He went to the bank and borrowed money to buy the gas station down the street from his jerk boss. He opened his own gas station. His former jerk boss visited my Dad ready for a fight. My Dad, big Vic, shook his hand, invited him to see his new station. The first thing my dad showed the old boss was his his AC and heater. The guy left. My Dad told him, “Have a wonderful day. Come back anytime.” That was decades ago in another reality of time and space. My Dad just wanted to work hard, take care of his family, and bring home the bacon. So, my friends, I wrote this country song dedicated to my late Dad, big Vic. He was my hero!
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 10 months ago in Poets
The Witness Tree. Content Warning.
I dreamed about this episode a couple of days ago. I did not consider it a nightmare, but an omen of what was to happen in the future. I added the golden butterflies to bring a glittter of hope into the chaotic world of 2025. I completed voice over in Eleven Labs with my voice. This is a project I had to complete. I am a dreamer, psychic, empath, and love peace not war. War mongers, haters, and liars get on my last nerve. Just as I completed this story, my knocked on my door to tell America is at war with Iran. This is a useless war started by evil men with little tools. They are so about their tools they must compare bombs to how large their tools are. I worked with art, visuals, and story for two days. I wrote, created, edited, diced, and spliced the music, art, and videos myself. Microsoft Copilot is my assistant and quite complimentary regarding my art. I WROTE THIS!
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 10 months ago in Fiction
