Bozo the Clown and a Six-Pack of High School Girls

The cosmos is starting to operate, to some degree on a comedic impulse. Outside of that, it is pure tragedy and looking to escalate, according to the agenda of bankers, presently running the asylum, or so they think

Mesmer-Bots in the Department of the Depraved

There are several things that are prime indicators of End Times. End Times are also Beginning Times but the latter is only relevant to those, whose focus is beyond the summation lines, of the age in resolution

The Murder Cult of Globoctopus Industries

Les Visible on what he learned while a guest of the state in a super-max facility of which, at the time, there were only two in the country

Not Thirsty for Kirsty and other Things

Les Visible on one of the burning issues of the day: why he prefers Kirsten Stewart over Meagan Fox, and how serial killers are using Detroit as a dumping ground for their victims

Fata Morgana Land and the Department of Fate

Smoking Mirrors on the passing of Gore Vidal and how the Department of Homeland Security is holding a gay-themed event. Really

Cannibals Feasting on the Imaginary Lake

Be aware of where you are and the critical implications of the moment; all of these moments strung like Rosary Beads around the neck of the planetary puppeteer

A Prince Among the Living and a King Among the Dead

There are so many people on the planet right now because of the incredible opportunities that manifest. Most people have forgotten why they came however. They will be reminded of that sooner or when it no longer applies

Lights, Smoking Mirrors, Misdirection

We live in a time of malevolent magicians with all kinds of FX; lights, smoking mirrors, misdirection. It’s like the old railroad adage; “stop, look and listen”. I listen to everyone but I pay special attention to delivery and tone

The Road of Ignominy and the Lords of Parsimony

The lawyers aren’t the problem. The military isn’t the problem. None of these other problems are ‘the’ problem. The bankers are the problem. They say a stiff dick has no conscience, neither does money and no banker has one

Wake Up and Smell the Bodies Burning

We all work for somebody, even if it turns out that we only serve ourselves. We all work for something and we will all get what we deserve, in every sense of the word

The Satanic Brotherhood of the Golden Calf

There is a war on. It is a war of information and perception and it is directly connected to actual wars and the oppression, torment and murder of anyone who gets in the way

The Dark and Hideous and the Great Unwashed

We’re about to pass over a very important line that is going to change everything, from what we formerly knew it as, into something very strange indeed

The BP Hell Bitch and Fukushima Slut do Lunch.

Somewhere a golden age lies secreted in our dreams. It really wants to happen but other things must happen first. It looks like it will find its own solution, due to ‘when push comes to shove’

Brazillions and Kingdoms and what about me?

Twenty six thousand years and a whole lot got said and you just went by, now the moment approaches and you don’t even know why?

The Roach Motel at the End of the Universe

Sometimes you don’t have to look far to find something to talk about. You don’t have to wait for the voice in your head, it just shows up and throws it in your face

They Live! … with the Walking Dead Inside your Head

Did you drop out of high school? Do you have a sexual or eating disorder? Are you a kleptomaniac or just a garden variety thief? Do you like, on the job, pornography downloads? You might well have a career in the TSA.

The Meaningless Lives of Endless Compromise

Like the proverbial ‘voice crying in the wilderness’, the greater the liberties you can take with the truth, the more pervasive your influence. The less compromising you are, the narrower is the window through which you can be viewed

The Hava NaGila Monster and the Music of the Fears

Every time I tell myself I don’t want to write about these people anymore, they rub my nose in their vanity and sense of entitlement

Shithouse Rats on the Armageddon Train

I guess my grandmother might not approve of my language but, she’s long gone and I’m not into ancestor worship

The Pervasive Influence of a Poisoned Dream

It’s a riddle of sorts. You might call it the Riddle of the Sphincter.