Slime for ‘09

As to not offend the sensibilities of anyone I will know longer make references to Rock and Roll bands that I vaguely remember. I realize fully that there is a depth in the legacy of western music and a pretension in spewing forth diarrhea like volcanic mud and “hating” on the cultural legacy, the genre specific attributes,  and the cross-cultural import of any commercially successful band’s legacy. Therefore references to bands such as April Wine will no longer continue.

I do remember somehow the Edgar Winter band from my discarded youth, perhaps a bit before my time, a complete visual spectacle-long live albinos in Rock and Roll! The tune Frankenstein is actually from his band’s early 70’s stand as one of the most viable working bands for small to medium venues in the USA.  It surprised me to finally make the link between this song and artist as this song is familiar to most people who listen to the rock and roll stations on the radio. Yes, the computers that run these corporate entities love this song. I like the many layers of meaning that putting this song into this space, this place, and this time reveals to me-to my sick but rational mind. To my Logos-yes it is clear just like the upper levels of Scientology are to its followers-yes-CLEAR>>>>>

Of course if early seventies fashion/glam rock is repulsive to you than gloss over this one. One of the great classics of Albino Glam Rock-long live the Winter brothers-Edgar and Johnny. I don’t even know if they are among the living.

Back to the Frankenstein thing-here we are in the modern age and isn’t technology a creature that has become animated with the ethereal stuff that makes life life? Yes, technology is alive and walking like a lumbering clumsy giant, pieced together in some human chop shop, from disparate limbs dug up from the local graveyard by some mad scientist.  Where would are lives be without all these gizmo’s-could I live without my cell phone, my computer, what if I couldn’t write a blog? What if all I had was a tape recorder? What if all I had was a stone tablet and a chisel?  I couldn’t spew forth this barrage of information.

Today I am standing on the cusp of a new reality-I don’t know where it is or how indeed it will itself manifest. This new reality is staring at me through the lenses of clarity. Yes, once again, like some evil Scientologist I have acheived Clarity-CLEAR>>>>

A Few thoughts for the day

1. Zombies are not real.

2. Scientology is a religion for people who fear that Zombies might be real.

3. Oriental restaurants shouldn’t be entirely staffed by Mexicans

4. Mexican Restaurants shouldn’t be entirely staffed by Orientals

5. I think Al Gore is an ET. (Hint this is a Cartesian style riddle)

6. There is no logical train of events-Chaos theory is the answer to everything.

7. If meditation is for Hippies than why not hold the next Woodstock in Mumbai?

8. Elephants would make better sacred Animals than Cows but they are harder to pick up after.

9. Worshipping false idols might be against biblical teachings but it can be fun!

I am now sitting in the DAZE haze, the fog. I am both busy and idle at the same time. My life is somehow productive though. It is through this kind of clarity that is achieved through fog-the Clear, that I am entering into the upper levels of advanced Scientology without actually practicing the religion or whatever it is. I haven’t sweated in a steam room listening to subliminal tapes. As far as I know I haven’t had sex with any aliens. I am now listening to the great Chico Hamilton and entering the total relaxation zone-the Clear. God save the Scientologists. Nietzsche said God is Dead or words to that effect but what he meant was man’s spirituality is dying. I can see this now easily through the clear. Everything is so transparent to me know-I have mastered Dianetics without ever reading the book or spending hundred’s of thousands of dollars on retreats to some spooky bible camp where they don’t read the bible-(at least not the one you find in your hotel room before you get to screwing someone’s wife.)

I am sitting on this Island-kind of like L.Ron Hubbard did when he was evading the IRS in the last days of his life.  kind of feel like if I met Elron we would’ve been friends. And I could  lead a pilgrimage without any pilgrams. I could through pure will and power-powerful charisma-create a pilgramage. We’ll all get on the boat and get sick together, dying on the high seas of malnutrition as we sail to a new land. Our gene pool will be small,our children will be glassy eyed and slow. Their children will be retaded and die in the harsh North American wilderness circa 1605. We will start a new country, a new world, a new religion, we won’t screw or slaughter any barnyard animals during our sacred rites. We will poke out the imaginary eyeballs of large, slimy, earth worms. When we punch out there eyes we punch into goeey living flesh, the underbelly of all of our combined existence-our Dasein. We are now clear-power to tScientology without Dianetics-I am clear!