Keep it in the bag!

Today'z Creatine

This is the most fascinatingly terrifying artist I have ever encountered.

H.R. Giger. Certified freakazoid.

A Picture of Rod Serling

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Chilluminati

Not much to say here. Raffess is sleeping. Leandra is about to sleep. Since the great eye of Chikkin is always watching me, I don't really sleep any more...

Don't do it

Raffess is sleeping. We've been keeping him inside because of the new students moving in. If there's anyone you can't trust to be kind to animals, it's privileged, inebriated young people trying to impress each other with their lack of common sense and compassion. Or maybe I'm just on an extremely moral kick from reading Shikasta. Anyway, here's a nice picture.

TARSIERS

Robert Anton Willis-son

Dark Magicks here. Prince Raffess was stolen this noontide, I sprung him from his cell at 'Police Services', and now his Lordship slumbers on a belly full of Purina. I listen to Solar Fields, Movements, and make crazy pictures. Sun still shining.

Bye

Fat hobbitses

The aforementioned Gollum. That's one of the impression's I'll use to win KAOS over.

Koopa Trungpa

Here's a nice picture I made (can I copyright this sort of thing?) of Chogyam Trungpa wearing a cowboy hat. There's all sorts of disturbing imagery I put in the background. It's up to my dear readers to figure out just what it is.

In other news, I'm planning on visiting the Cooper Point Journal (Evergreen's newspaper) to see if they want me to write insane things for them. Also, it has become time to cave to the constant urgings of friends and strangers and talk to KAOS (Evergreen's radio station) about letting my smooth, sultry Gollum voice on the air. Inspiration strikes; a Gollum picture will be forthwith.

A fish....

A fishy, oh(hhh). I have returned to Olympia. Though I am still, as far as I can tell, in the same place. Odd, how the landscape changes, but oneself doesn't not do...

A' reservoir...

Exodus

No pretty pcitures today. Wait, I lied. While I love Mr. Huxley's ideas, I must say, ninety-or-so pages into Shikasta, that Lessing is the more eloquent writer.

My stay in the North has been lengthened, I believe, due to shortages of anti-parasitism down South. Obtuse enough for you? Basically, the fact that I seem to have beaten the little blighters (scabies) while in Bellingham has made me decide to wait to return to Olympia until a similarly clean environment awaits me.

Bilgewater, scorpions and cieling fans. Goodnight.

Aldous Huxley

EEG

Wilhelm Reich In Hell

Insanity