Went to the Gold Bar with the gringo but he wasn’t feeling it. No speeky spany. I spotted my little firework girl from Saturday night among the blinking Christmas lights and tacky plastic decorations. We were about to go upstairs for an hour of cheap fireworks in the saggy little bed, but the gringo needed […]
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Journal Entry, Buenos Aires. The innocence of the lambs, the shattered glass in voices, the screams of anger and dizzy despair behind the words. Dragons and demons behind the terror and joy, the hot dog goes down, spiritual chiropractic, men in suits come and go come and go. Don’t criticize. No mind, no thinking. Breathe […]
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read moreRock bottom in America. Sitting in a third-rate L.A. titty bar on a rainy winter night a few days before this Christmas of the Apocalypse. “What the fuck in Jesus’s underwear am I doing in this wretched hell pit, sitting beside some chubby-faced, capuccino-slurping plastic Hollywood Satanist?” I think as the next nightmare parade of […]
read moreSCAB VENDOR — CONFESSIONS OF A TATTOO ARTIST A SELF-PORTRAIT by Jonathan Shaw BOOK 2 Chapter 1 – Suicide Prevention Sitting all alone in the big empty crumbling penthouse apartment in Hollywood, Cigano looks out over the same old shitty view of Los Angeles, sprawling like a giant barren cancer ward of wretched memories, all […]
read moreSheep-faced earthlings milling around in lines of futility under the iron fist of the Matrix; pacified from time to time by TV and fleeting gagging media diversions. The Brazilian poet Ze Ramalho said it years ago with his priceless phrase, Povo de Gado. The Human Herd. Slaves is all I can see, stumbling blindly through the […]
read moreAnother day in Hollywood. Sitting in the Belly of the Beast with a ringside seat to the apocalypse. What to do? The shit’s getting pretty damn gnarly. I’ve been saying it for years. Now it’s happening. Apocalypse, Kali Yuga, whatever ya wanna call it. Earthquakes, tsunamis, volcanic eruptions, civil wars, nuclear meltdowns, mass insanity and […]
read moreWorst nightmare. My motorcycle broke down and now suddenly, in the wink of a cockroach’s cunt, I’m a helpless pedestrian walking the streets of Los Angeles. Oh god! Riding the bus in Hollywood. Got on the rolling garbage can of lost souls at Santa Monica and Vine – the belly of the beast. Sitting on […]
read moreThere’s some kind of weird black magic in the air in my life this year. Whatever occult angels or gods or demons or spirits mysteriously rule my world have finally decided to put me under house arrest here with the other hoary ghosts on the Hollywood hamster wheel. So here I am again, making friends […]
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