Things are just weird as hell…I don’t know what’s going on. I think it’s a full moon…but that wouldn’t explain anything. Not really. No…I think my subconscious is pissed off, and it’s throwing a temper tantrum. I thought we had a pretty direct line of communication, but apparently it feels as if it’s not being heard. Not sure what to do about that.
When the hell is the McRib™ coming back? McRib™ makes everything better.
N.P.: “Lust For Life” – Tom Jones, The Pretenders
Art by Tasty Piece,©️ The Safehouse Collection 2021
What’s crackin’, Brave Reader…busy as hell in The Creek tonight, writing the two most dangerous books in the world right now. The pressure is almost unimaginable. Anyway, I just wanted to say hey.
“Hey,” I said.
Mission accomplished.
N.P.: “Enter Sandman” – Ghost
Art by Tasty Piece,©️ The Safehouse Collection 2021
Ever so pissed off that you can’t write, dear reader? (I assume you write as well, for some reason.) It was that way over here for a while…just a dark and deep state of piss off. But I drank my way through it, and now both studios are humming tonight. Working on something very cool…no idea if it will see the light of day, but it’s cathartic as hell. Punk rock as hell, too.
N.P.: “Juke Joint Jezebel 2021” – KMFDM
The Cause is awake.
N.P.: “The God That Failed” – Imelda May
It is, of course, dear reader, 9/11. The 20th anniversary of 9/11, as a matter of fact, and my heart is full of disgust and contempt. All day long, news services and social media lemmings have been posting the same message: “Never Forget,” or the more obviously bullshitty, “We will never forget.” Their dumb asses have already forgotten. Many, including His Royal Incompetence Lord Biden clearly never knew.
That the United States surrendered to the Taliban what’s it been…three weeks ago?…and in doing so, abandoned hundreds, if not thousands of American citizens, green card holders, and the various translators and other local indigenous personnel who risked their own lives as well as those of their families to help the United States is patent proof that they have already forgotten.
That the same Taliban then blew up hundreds of these same people as they were trying to escape, including 13 U.S. Marines is today being called “businesslike and professional,” is patent proof that they have already forgotten.
That they are going to be in any way surprised when the United States again is attacked by radical Islamic terrorists launched from Afghanistan is patent proof that they have already forgotten.
Joe Biden and his entire incompetent administration must be removed immediately.
Art by Tasty Piece,©️ The Safehouse Collection 2021
Happy birthday, Mary. I miss you always.
N.P.: “17 Days” – Prince
Art by Tasty Piece,©️ The Safehouse Collection 2021
Things are dark, Dear Reader. Not with me, of course…I’m always chipper. No, with the world. And this is from a guy who has not watched a newscast in more than eight months. Things are so bad, I’m hearing about it.
Anyway, I’m in too bad of a mood to commit any great literature tonight, so I’ll sign off (and if any great literature does happen to occur, you’ll be the first to know.
N.P.: “Absurd” – Guns N’ Roses
Art by Tasty Piece,©️ The Safehouse Collection 2021
Whaddup, Dearest Reader? Happy Saturday. Yesterday was Friday the 13th in Fecal Creek. It was smoky and hot and disgusting. Yesterday was 107°. Today was 107°. Tomorrow will be 107°. How the fuck long, oh Lord…how long!? Things got so desperate today, I was forced to whip up a batch of my Sexual Sangria. That shit is delicious. And it was the only way to artfully cope with such inhospitable conditions. Well, the Sangria led to a fit of writing this afternoon…good, solid book work. We are pleased.
N.P.: “Bitter Taste” – Billy Idol
Art by Tasty Piece,©️ The Safehouse Collection 2021
The Mood persists, Dear Reader, and I don’t like it at all. Same with The Angst. I think it best if I drink a bunch of whiskey and go to bed.
N.P.: “Parchment Farm” – Billy Lee Riley
Art by Tasty Piece,©️ The Safehouse Collection 2021
I’ve decided I need to write more goddamn verse. Back in college, even in grad school, I was churning out poetry on the reg. It was rather therapeutic.
There’s a new pet squirrel at The Haunt. His name is Fred. He showed up last week, chased Bath Salts away, and has been hanging out around The Shed ever since. He’s made himself a little spot where he lays and does random flips. I dig Fred. He’s generally a chiller, but if you mess with his nuts or his nest, Fred will Fuck You Up. Just ask Bath Salts.
“A female dwarf lifted up her skirts and exhibited thighs all marbled over with bites and bruises, inflicted on her, so she told us, by her lover. In one sense, it was very refreshing.” ~ Simone De Beauvoir
This fucking heat is driving me insane. It’s 107 today, and the projected highs for the next two weeks are all triple digits. I should probably avoid making any decisions during that time…I can’t possibly think rationally in these absurd conditions.
“It’s Coming Up Again” – The Relatives