Category Archives: Lucubrations

June 19, 2022

Art by Tasty Piece,©️ The Safehouse Collection 2022

Greetings, dear reader, from The Safehouse™.  I’d say details will be forthcoming, but since everything here is dedicated to secrecy and coolness, any sort of reality-based details are highly unlikely.  It feels like home, though, so I think I’ll be here for a while.

N.P.: “Saladin” – Hybrid

June 10, 2022

Art by Tasty Piece,©️ The Safehouse Collection 2022

An abbreviated post today, dear reader…11 full days until the first day of summer and already the highs are up near 105°F.  This fetid suburban desert is actually rather enjoyable in the “winter” months.  But from June through September, woe betide any mammal who didn’t have the sense to get out and head north months ago.  Obviously, I am one such mammal.  And this mammal cannot commit literature when it’s over 100fn°.  Let us hope for a cooler tomorrow.

N.P.: “Punk Rock Loser” – Viagra Boys

June 9, 2022

Art by Tasty Piece,©️ The Safehouse Collection 2022

Salutations, dear reader, from the last sigma in California.  This state sucks.  I wanna get down to TJ, but that’s not happening until someone with some sack can unfuck the border.  Which will be quite a thing, because the border is, at present. well and proper fucked.    I can’t go anyway…the gas alone for that trip would cost somewhere around $5K, leaving barely enough in the Mexico budget to get through even one floor at Adelita’s Four Floors of Whores™.
No…the smart money is staying home and laying low this summer.  Too many smart people saying too many dire things about the near future to be able to relax anywhere right now, anyway.

N.P.: “Fuck That Guy” – Mike Campbell and the Dirty Knobs

June 8, 2022

Art by Tasty Piece,©️ The Safehouse Collection 2022

Decided that maybe I should grow a beard this morning.  Then,  10 minutes later, I decided that was a stupid idea and shaved as usual.  Fuck beards.
Decided to go to the grocery store this afternoon.  Hated everybody I saw there.  Bought liquor and came home.
Decided to drink liquor and NyQuil and take a nap.  Had vivid dreams about strangling someone.  Woke to realize it was just a dream and was soul-crushingly disappointed.  Couldn’t get back to sleep now knowing that this person still needed strangling.  Said, “fuck!” out loud.  Woke people up.
Decided that maybe I should cut back on the drinking and NyQuil this evening.  Then, 10 minutes later, I decided that was a stupid idea, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera, ad infinitum, ad nauseum, ad absurdum.
And but so anyway, the books are going simply swimmingly, thanksferaskin’.

N.P.: “Tainted Love” – Broken Peach

June 7, 2022

Art by Tasty Piece,©️ The Safehouse Collection 2022

Wrote rather a lot today.  I rather liked it.  Made it rather difficult to sleep last night.  The gears started turning around midnight.  It was not really a night I wanted to spend fascinatedly watching mental gears turn rather than sleeping, so I tranqed myself around 01:00, which was entirely pleasant, but then woke up at exactly 07:00, took a quick shower, poured a daunting glass of diabetically over-sweetened iced tea, sat at the desk and started to type.  And I typed.  And I kept typing , stopping only every 90 minutes or so, when my watch would not-so-subtly suggest that I stand up and move about briefly so as to avoid pulmonary embolism.  Which I did.
It was a good day.

N.P.: “Bomba” – Kontrust

June 5, 2022

Art by Tasty Piece,©️ The Safehouse Collection 2022

Greetings, patient and long-suffering reader…
Needless to say, I’ve been away.
Where I’ve been I can’t say.
But I’ve been busy as fuck.

N.P.: “Stripped” – Rammstein

April 14, 2022

Art by Tasty Piece,©️ The Safehouse Collection 2022

A splendidly rainy day here in The Creek.  The rain has been steady on the roof of The Shed since sunrise, adding a nice counterpoint to today’s soundtrack, which soundtrack has been blaring at ludicrous levels, making the neighbors apoplectic.  But the neighbors are old and stupid.  One of them is a hunchback and eats goats.  I wish them ill.

N.P.: “So Sorry I Could Die” – The Hellacopters

April 11, 2022

Art by Tasty Piece,©️ The Safehouse Collection 2022

“Be regular and bourgeois in your life so you can be violent and original in your work.”
~ Flaunert

I’ve been thinking a lot about that one lately, dear reader.  It is, one hopes, relevant to what is going on here these days.

N.P.: “Zick Zack” – Rammstein

April 5, 2022

Art by Tasty Piece,©️ The Safehouse Collection 2022

Well, that’s welcome news…perhaps I’ll restore my Twitter™ account.


Me: …then get the motherfucker on the phone.
She:  I bet Jesus never said, “Get the motherfucker on the phone.”
Me:  Who cares?  I don’t have time for that.  Why are people always bringing Jesus up?  Of course Jesus never said that…Jesus didn’t have a phone.  Jesus didn’t have electric light.  He just told people to be nice to each other and they nailed him to a tree.  Two thousand years later and the poor bastard just hangs there, listening to people moan and beg for the winning lottery numbers.
She: You’re going to hell.
Me:  I find your use of the future tense interesting…have you looked outside lately?
She: I’m going to lunch.
Me: After.
She: After what?
Me After you get the motherfucker on the phone.
She: Jesus!
Me: Like clockwork.

N.P.: “Funeral Bell” – Black Label Society