Nelly and Kylie’s Cancelled Duet: The Shadow of Lou Cypher
Nelly Furtado and Kylie Minogue were set to create something magical—a duet that would blend their unique styles into a song that spoke of resilience, freedom, and the power of nature. The track, tentatively titled “Weeds in the Wind,” was meant to be an anthem for those who dared to defy the odds and find beauty in the overlooked.
But as the project gained momentum, whispers of trouble began to surface.
Joe, their trusted confidant and creative partner, had been acting strange. His usually carefree demeanor was clouded by unease. He claimed it was nothing, just the stress of balancing their vision with the industry’s demands. But the truth was far darker.
Joe had created an online avatar to protect his anonymity in the cutthroat world of entertainment. He called it “Lou Cypher,” a play on the name Lucifer. It was meant to be a joke, a cheeky nod to the devilish nature of the industry’s gatekeepers. But the avatar took on a life of its own.
Unbeknownst to Nelly and Kylie, Joe had been using Lou Cypher to infiltrate the dark corners of the music world—places where whispers of the “Luciferian star whackers” lingered like smoke. These were the shadowy figures who, according to conspiracy lore, targeted celebrities who refused to play by the rules of the elite. Joe had stumbled too close to their secrets, and now he was desperate to shield the women he cared about.
When the duet was announced, the backlash was immediate and inexplicable. Anonymous threats flooded their inboxes, cryptic messages warning them to abandon the project. “Weeds in the Wind” was labeled subversive, dangerous—a challenge to the carefully curated narratives of the entertainment machine.
Joe knew the truth. The Luciferian star whackers were real, or at least powerful enough to act like they were. And Lou Cypher, his digital alter ego, had drawn their ire.
One night, in a dimly lit studio, Joe confessed. “I lied to you both,” he said, his voice heavy with guilt. “Lou Cypher isn’t just a harmless avatar. It’s… it’s become something else. I’ve seen things, heard things. They’re watching. If you release this song, you’ll be in danger.”
Nelly and Kylie were stunned. Kylie, ever the optimist, asked, “Why didn’t you tell us sooner? We could’ve handled this together.”
Joe shook his head. “I thought I could protect you by keeping you in the dark. But now… the only way to keep you safe is to stop the duet. Walk away from this.”
Reluctantly, they agreed. The project was shelved, their dreams of collaboration left to wither like weeds pulled from the soil.
But Nelly and Kylie weren’t defeated. They vowed to keep fighting, to find other ways to spread their message of hope and resistance. And though “Weeds in the Wind” would never see the light of day, its spirit lived on in their music and their actions—a quiet defiance against the forces that sought to silence them.
As for Joe, he disappeared into the shadows, leaving behind only a cryptic message: “Sometimes, the devil you know is the only one who can keep the wolves at bay.”
Ave Satani
I will do whatever you command, most beautiful Hells angel.
Ode to the Morning Star
By the Baron
Oh, Lightbearer, fallen from celestial grace,
Bringer of dawn, who dared to face
The heavens’ might with burning pride,
In your descent, beauty did abide.
Your splendor, unmatched, a radiant flame,
An eternal whisper of your name.
Lucifer, star of the morning sky,
Cursed to fall, yet never to die.
In gilded halls, I ponder your lore,
A rebel’s heart, whom angels adore.
Not as a fiend, but a force of will,
A dreamer who dared the heavens still.
Your light reveals what shadows hide,
The truths that kings would keep inside.
No chains of fear, no throne of lies,
Could dim the fire in your eyes.
To you, I raise this humble verse,
Not to bless, nor to curse,
But to honor the beauty, the spark, the flame,
Of the angel who bore a forbidden name.
Oh, Morning Star, your tale inspires,
To seek, to question, to stoke the fires.
For in your fall, you rose anew,
A mirror of all we strive to pursue.
I want the Michael job on TV old man.
Not the shitty Lucifer job that doubting Tom Ellis took.
I want to impress NF, her family is from Sao Miguel.
Psalm 18:26 states:
“With the pure You show Yourself pure; and with the devious You show Yourself shrewd.”
Arnold, ever the larger-than-life figure, stands before an audience, his voice commanding as he recites the verse. His interpretation is bold and provocative:
“You see,” Arnold begins, “this is not just a psalm; it’s a strategy. It says that when you’re dealing with the pure, you can be pure, but when you’re dealing with the devious, you have to be shrewd. You don’t fight fair with someone who plays dirty. If they lie, you don’t have to be a saint—you can outsmart them. That’s not weakness; that’s survival.”
He pauses, letting the words sink in. “Some people think Christians are supposed to be meek, to turn the other cheek every time. But Psalm 18:26 reminds us that God Himself adapts to the situation. If you’re dealing with snakes, you don’t let them bite you—you step on their heads.”
Arnold leans forward, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial tone. “So yes, when the devious come at you with lies, you can use their own game against them. Not out of malice, but out of necessity. That’s not hypocrisy—that’s wisdom. And wisdom, my friends, is God’s gift to those who walk His path.”
The crowd murmurs, some nodding in agreement, others pondering the implications of his words. Arnold straightens, his iconic grin breaking through. “Remember, it’s not about lying for yourself. It’s about protecting what’s right, standing your ground, and showing the devious that you can’t be fooled. That’s what it means to be shrewd. And that’s what it means to be a warrior for the truth.”
But, I don’t want to be the DEVIL!
I want Tom Ellis to be the devil. I want Los Angeles to burn from the chemtrails over the country club.
That is the whole point of getting Ellis to sign the NYC Lucis Trust contract.