Manic Beatnik Riffing

criteria anyone?


1908. Atonal. Sinister. Wallow. Ornamental versus Plain. Harmony, Gold. Sharp Lines Like Razor Blade Incisions. Freud Frightened Of His Sister Castrating His Mother’s Horse, Because It Turns Him On and Creates an Urge to Shag His Father’s Eye Socket Which is Covered By a Black Patch. In Turn, His Nephew Transforms Propaganda Into Goebbels’s Public Relations MasterPiece. The Masses Must Be Controlled as a Result of His Uncle’s Psychic Cocaine-Addled Perversions. Flooding Thru Modes Fifty Thousand Prostitutes Form the Foundation For the Phallic Middle Class. Rising. []

My Internet Diapers..

I fondly remember wearing my Internet Diapers, gleefully watching my computer de-fragment itself, put in a hypnotic trance- somewhat like taking a handful of Valium and watching the Weather Radar until one is lulled into a blissful sleep- reading the Bill Clinton Sex Escapade in the Starr Report; Simultaneously listening to the Brits on the BBC radio having a Huge GIGGLE about the whole affair; as well as chatting in an AOL Chat Room to a friend who did not know that []

the Amour I Seek

The Idea, Realization, that the Love of Mind, Emotion and Spirit can be Conveyed in Writing, Music, and Art can be Found, that this Love does not need to have even the Physical Presence of the Two “Soul Mates”, a Feeling can Exist where One is able to Complete Another’s Thoughts NEED NO CORPOREAL EMBODIMENT, can Live for Decades, a Lifetime, Yet the Individuals may only Meet in the Flesh a Mere Dozen Times, avoiding the Drudgery of Day to Day Domestication- []

Sad Commentary

I resolved to visit my Psychiatrist. I was terribly afraid that if I did not see him, that he was going to kill himself, (trouble with billing and the guv’ment.) Along the way, I realized that even though I can Walk on Water, it would be far quicker to take an Airplane to cross the Atlantic. Humming to myself, ” Nobody knows the trouble I’ve seen, I don’t even believe it’s true.” All I can say is that I was late for []

to Deify, What Fun?

Rock Star Celebrity Artist CANONIZED by the Church of Music, a Voltage Frequency Stadium. Looking Larger than Life on Stage (actually 5 feet 3 inches) Bought into Your Own Hype and KNOCKED DOWN like a Bowling Pin and Pawn. Just another One in the Curse Calling Soft Marshmallow Milieu.

Burden of Proof

I am an Informed Consumer making Irrational Purchases. I spend $4,000 a year on gasoline to fuel my mountain bicycle. I am certain that my 2 year old child has at least a ration of a quart of 190 Proof Vodka per Day. I care for others and  I am certain to Fuck Them Over First and Foremost, By All Means Necessary. Gratefully Singin’ “God Bless Ameri-Porn! My Home Sweet…..”

‘Problems in Everyday Living’

So I knew this Gladiator. And he was really  ‘take it or leave it’  when it came to accepting reality. Eventually, he was the cause of the Fall of the Roman Empire. So, I looked at him, and said, “Well? NOW , Whatchagonna DO?!!!”