I came in to possession of an 8 ball some point in hollywood… I had no clue where it came from. I had never bought one. I had never inherited one. Somehow, though, I ended up with an 8 ball on my way back to Tahoe.
This is the story about that 8 Ball. This is the true account of the inspiration behind this song 8 ball. Listen below. This song is dedicated to the sublime, spellbinding, once-in-a-lifetime talent Anya Taylor-Joy.
August 3rd, 2025, as I’ve already mentioned, I was swimming in Lake Tahoe when a vision of Marilyn Monroe came to me above the Cal-Neva. During this vision the countenance of Anya Taylor was present. I didn’t speak of this in the previous article because I didn’t know why she was there. We were both witnessing the same event somehow. We shared it. What I do not know where Anya was at 3pm August 3rd, 2025. But my guess is Santa Monica.
After the vision above the Cal-Neva in Tahoe, I then move to Hollywood, go to acting school, learn method acting from the Ghost of Marilyn Monroe, release the single i get off at 6, then I moved to back to Tahoe to finish documenting the exact location of Marilyn Monroe’s death on the construction site on-going at the Cal-Neva Resort and Casino. After that I headed back to LA in my clown car.
Venice beach
I love Venice Beach, its somehow managed to keep the feeling of the old California. I kept hearing whispering in my mind. 8-Ball. 8-Ball. Every day I would look at this 8 ball and wonder about it’s origin. I had written while living in Hollywood called 8 ball.
So I then began working on 8-ball. I wrote this song to be a story about myself and it really wasn’t working. I was frustrated. Moving back to LA was so hectic I had totally forgotten about the Anya Taylor visitation. That is of course, until the dream…
The Dream
That night I had a psychic dream visitation from Anya Taylor. We discussed many things. This dream was extremely lucid and real. We were in my parent’s old house. We were talking about our careers. We were exchanging stories and learning from each other. Suddenly though she became nervous and began distancing herself. In the dream something was harassing her. Some dark force in that room with us. An angry countenance with hateful eyes, that despised everything about Anya, I did not know why.
“Then from his mouth the serpent spewed water like a river, to overtake the woman and sweep her away with the torrent."
it kept jumping around the room like an evil black-headed goat, and it harbored violence toward her.I disliked that thing deeply and I cannot hide my disdain. In the dream I wanted to kill it because it was attacking this beautiful person.
At the end of the dream she took me by the hand and said, "Well, I'm 30, so I have to think about what’s coming…” I had no idea how old Anya Taylor was prior to that dream. I got up, made a cup of coffee, opened my laptop and searched her age. She was 30. I was shocked.
This of course reminded me about the her presence in the Tahoe visitation.
The Dark
Why did Marilyn Monroe connected us the way she did? Sometimes people around wear a face like yours. They try you on like a mask. These aren’t your friends though. These are dark forces
It was not a person. It was a power, yet it has a place near her, and it has had this place for a long time. It wants her small. It wants her tired. It wants her quiet. And at the end of everything it wants her not at all. It is an appetite. Old, patient, and well dressed, entirely at home in her skin. I began to think of this thing in these terms, “it’s a thing that can make nothing beautiful itself and instead only desires to try your beauty on as a mask and only to despise it. and it has a place inside her. Near her heart and it has had that place for a long time. It wants her small. It wants her tired. It wants her quiet and held down. And at the end of everything it wants her not there at all. It has an appetite ancient and patient, well dressed, and entirely at home in her skin. She has become familiar with this force.
The Vision
After the dream I woke feeling angry. I was cursing the black haired goat.
It was not a person. It was a power,
(I do not want to tell the vision in full because I feel it is too controversial and too much to explain I will instead give a vastly truncated summary and overall vibe of both the dream and the vision. Since I feel the things I’ve seen should remain private.)
I began to mediate after stirring about my apartment for a few hours writing about the experience. And again I was in the spirit with Anya at my left. We were atop some pyramid. A great multitude beneath. I was declaring prayers of goodness over all humanity. The entire time Anya was quietly speaking with me atop this spiritual structure. Even now I feel her. Even as I type this. Her psychic energy is so powerful. I kept asking myself. When do I meet her? Yet we’ve already met…
8 ball
Vision
She is more intelligent than I. Yet my ability is more rare. We contend and I often dread her knowing gaze. She is a seer of truth. She is an adept. Why this entanglement? Is this self fulfilling or true oracle? The oracular powers that compound within combined intellect? The moments together are dizzying. Even now my mind swirls with hers. I can only assume it is the same for her. Why the two of us? What is this about? I seemed to be speaking to the spirits around me. To the heavenly host. To anyone who knew the true form and shape of this encounter.
I fear that I have found this destiny of mine by stumbling backwards.
(I’m concerned because some of the things I’ve been writing down have been getting more and more dangerous.)
At the end of the vision I kept repeating to myself “what a cool story…” Her presence lingered next to me for some time. And then I got up and immediately knew the song 8 ball was about Anya Taylor. In a matter of a week the song was finished. Anya’s story had given me everything I needed.
After finishing the song down the stairs was a pack of Marlboro cigarettes with 4 pristine smokes. Some sweet angel left them for me. Knowing how much torture I went through to perform this strenuous task.
And what’s even stranger is I finished the song and uploaded it on the anniversary of Marilyn Monroe’s death last night. And smoked one cigarette that someone left at my doorstep.
another crazy detail is I finished the song “8 ball” a year to the day 08/03/2026 of the vision I had while in Lake Tahoe marking the 64th anniversary of the actual death of Marilyn Monroe. I did not plan this at all. I was simply trying to hit the release date I had set of 08/08/26 at 8pm because I thought all 8’s would be cool and tricky. Only to realize I finished the song exactly one year after seeing Marilyn Monroe in the sky above the Cal-Neva Casino in Tahoe.
To Anya
What I saw arranged around Anya Taylor was not exactly a person but rather an appetite.
I get the sense that Anya didn’t know what these forces were. This force craves not her talent. It wants her face, and not just figuratively — it wants to wear it, the way something that can make nothing beautiful. It wants to put beauty on and walk around in it.
Marilyn Monroe is one it took.
I believe this is a warning from Marilyn Monroe to Anya Taylor through me. Potentially saving Anya from a destructive pathway. And robbing that ancient thing of its long-awaited prize. I know it's heavy. I know it's strange. I know it's dangerous to speak about. It's all of the above. But it's true. Cause she knows as well as I do the light tastes like strawberries.
So just keep your eyes in front of you…
The Music Video
Why did all this happen? I don’t have an answer for that. I only know that it happened. Now, maybe I’m not the Lisan Al Gaib everyone expected… But maybe I’m the one we all deserved.
Really at the end of the day I think we just need to make a really rad music video. I think that actually may have been the entire point. So I’m coming in here on my knees begging Anya Taylor-Joy to star in a reckless music video, based on a true story about the Ghost of Marilyn Monroe warning Anya Taylor to getaway, told by some random guy who had a vision, in a lake, and a mystical dream, type of music video?
Now of course this music video would feature the lovely Anya Taylor-Joy in a classic black 1969 Convertible Lincoln Continental with suicide doors. I would be in the back seat in snake skin boots and a black gold guitar lip syncing the lyrics at the back of your head while you go full speed and just keep the wheels straight. Imagine how cool that would look…
What do you say Anya? Would you be in a music video with me? I don’t have any money.
But I am an A-grade friend. If your answer is no. I will unfollow you on instagram.
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All signs point to yes.
8 ball