Alexi Wasser is a friend of mine. I recently acted in a promo for her blog called IMBOYCRAZY.COM, a site which I have come to learn a lot of girls read, and wisely take her advice. I don’t want to compete with her “schtick” because mine will always be better, because it’s pure honest “I really don’t give a damn”, but she does have some interesting things to say about dudes and dating. We are both on the same side I realize, so I will let her have this battle, she’s winning. Straight up! Check it out if you’re a bummed dude who needs a reality check, or a girl who needs to pull herself out of a self indulgent emotional fantasy. Alexi is honest and smart, so deal with it and stop being a baby.
Sisters Of Mercy and Robert Heinlein. An odd combo, maybe. Interesting? Yes.
A society that gets rid of all its troublemakers goes downhill.
Robert A. Heinlein
Sex without love is merely healthy exercise.
Robert A. Heinlein
Women and cats will do as they please, and men and dogs should relax and get used to the idea.
Robert A. Heinlein
-La Fin Du Monde playing new material and Pontiak southern shreddin’ at Cafe Coda
-Margarita’s at Tres Hombres
-Big Sur and the apples of sodomy
-Hawkwind “Doremi Fasol Latido”
-More Henry Miller library. New Alan Watts section rules.
-Cemetery World by Clifford D. Simak
-RBAR show with Moab, Panthere, and LANTVRN
-The Warlocks “The Mirror Explodes”
-Haight St. in San Francisco
-Jayme getting a heavy dose of derilictus magalius
-Kelly and Summer’s Wedding
-Best Man speech
-Romantic Mike wearing full on Tibetan garb
-Late nights with Grant Kerber
-Dorian Cohen is a castle freak
-Driving the whole length of California and back in 6 Days time.
Justin Taines and Thomas Mahoney joined me on what has become an every other day hike around Elysian Park. These hikes have come to be known as “Dad Hikes”. Simple yet brilliant title. Ever seen family photos of a Dad on top of a mountain with his children, proud, kids smiling, conquerers all of them. We are trying to asimillate these experiences, even in the mundane state we are now living within, yes we want to escape. Half way around “Dadder Mountain” we came across a group of Latina woman who warned us of a giant snake right up the path. Sure enough he was there, stretched from side to side, slithering to an unknown hole, a pocket, a home, a cavern of mice skeletons and from the fear struck in me, humans as well. We stopped, stared and waited. To our masculine demise a tough little woman walked by and said, “it’s only a garden snake, it’s not poisonous”. We laughed like, oh yea, we were thinking the same thing. Then she turned and said, eyes sharper than a rattle snakes diamond jaws, eyes that scratch mirrors, “Earlier today I found a dog, paws tied, decapitated here in the park”. Then she turned and sallied forth into the unknown. So maybe there are cults in the park we figured. The Dog turned out to be not a dog at all, but a goat. Yes a goat was sacrificed in Elysian Park last night. From the looks of it, this can only be satanic. Story below.
Lynard Skynard’s beloved Pianist Billy Powell past away last night. He has always been one of my favorite rock pianist of all time, and I’m sad that he has left his life for a greater one beyond. The piano in Freebird as well as your other work will be remembered forever, as long as remembering still exists, and somewhere right this moment, someone is soloing in tribute to you. Thanks for the beautiful music.
This blog once lived in the realm of blogger, but I am now in wordpress. There are slight changes happening daily, so sorry if it looks like rat shit over here at times. I don’t know much about css and html and all that garbage. I am constantly making errors. Hopefully soon I’ll be back to my beautiful self and everyone will love me again. Thanks for your patience. Metawitch doesn’t know whether it should be Metawitch or Camerin Kelly or if Camerin Kelly is Metawitch or vice versa. Maybe it’s better not to know such things.
Northridge California is hotter than the sweaty rivers of hell. I’m stuck to a leather couch, my brother Kyle has a buzzing needle in his back, hammering away at his flesh, a barn owl is bleeding. On a laptop I search for anything to pass the time. Through the black magick of google I have found Quinton Gozza on a Christian discipleship ship far at sea. He’s the tall man, head sticking above the smiling manicured fingers of God. He’s a little right of center.
