Art by Tasty Piece,©️ The Safehouse Collection 2021

It was unseasonably gross in The Shed today.  Autumn my ass.  It was ninety-goddamn-six today.  It’s oppressive and depressing and pisses me off.

N.P.: “Snakedance” – Killing Joke

Art by Tasty Piece,©️ The Safehouse Collection 2021

It’s finally fucking Fall, erumpent reader.  The autumnal equinox.  This should be a joyous day, complete with a funeral and subsequent celebration for the death of this blasted summer, but summer apparently hasn’t received the memo that it is no longer welcome.  It’s 95° in The Creek today.  Odious.

N.P.: “The Chamber” – Lenny Kravitz

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