171 Glinty McFlintlock's Place : : : Weekend At Willies TDC WEAW

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Gemini. Blue






The giant black horse with the flaming blue mane began his descent to the bottom of the crater, following a trail that had been rutted eons ago. The wheels of the black carriage fit them grooves like a marriage made in heaven.

The reins to this horse were held by an angry cowboy preacher who wore a broken set of eyeglasses; one lens broken down the half by a bullet that had killed him a century ago when it entered his brain.

Glinty McFlintlock had some business to tend to. He would not be thwarted.


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“Sean! What the fuck?! Wake up dude!” I grabbed Sean’s arms and brought him straight up. His eyelids fluttered and he looked at me with one eye, and the other one wandered off to the other side.

“Willie Boy, let me alone. Sleepy…”


He wandered off into his dream again. His eyes closed, and I felt a disconnection, a sort of release in his shoulders.


He was going away. I would not have it. I shook his shoulders over and over again, but he would not respond.

He was taking the next flight out, ticket bought, security check cool, buckle up and let’s go through the pamphlet in the seat pocket in front of you. Locate the nearest exit, it may be right behind you.

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Tellesco knew his ride. He knew that his fat, chunky tires could get him out of the desert silt and back onto the road, the path ahead, if he didn’t drive like a dumb-ass. He would not spin his tires. He needed to feel the response of his bitch, and so he drove bare-footed.


When you drive in such a manner, you are connected to your vehicle. You two are wedded. You know when to ease off her accelerator, and when to tickle her fun button.

All good marriages are this way. It is give and take. When you give her some good thrusting, she will take what ever you want to give her, and she will deliver the both of you to the moon.


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Fat Jerry had his hands full. The lump was in bad shape. The blood from the top of his head was ruining the fine velvet in the back of Fat Jerry’s hearse.


And he had yet to go and get the other lump. All he wanted to do was to meet those folks who raced along, coming closer. He felt something about them.


They called to him.


They could dance quite well. They would love to dance with him. They were worthy adversaries. They had plenty of bones to snap. And they wanted to snap his bones.

This could be quite a lot of fun.


By now, you know that Fat Jerry was the sort of person who could not deny his true nature.

He sat in his front seat, and he looked in his rearview mirror.


Through the downpour of rain, he saw them lights grow brighter. Hunger for pleasure crawled across his scalp with the purple mohawk, and down his neck, across his back, down his arms, across his chest, down his belly, and…



…well…




..he got the willies.



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Glinty McFlintlock reigned in his steed. They had arrived. The old shack glinted a flickering oil-lamp in the window, and smoke wafted out of the chimney. Home, sweet home.


He jumped down, took his old preacher-style cowboy hat off, and swung it against his thigh to clean it off. Then he stalked over to the side of the carriage.


His horse snorted and breathed heavy. Mayhem was done for the night.



Glinty grabbed the door handle, twisted and clicked it open, and looked deep inside.


“Well hey there you young whipper thnapperth! How ya doing?”


I looked back at him from Sean and almost jumped out of my skin.


A ghost was talking to me.


On the surface of the moon.



I could not conceive of this. It was incontheivable.


I pulled Sean’s limp body back up, close to me.



“Please help us.”




Glinty, well, he nodded.








God Help You.


God Help Us All.




---willies out.






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154 Get It Up And Then Go Down

Here we go baby. Katheena wouldn’t go home the same way she had come in. None of us would.






Care to follow?










Katheena crept quietly back behind the lovely mansion into the darkness. All around her, shadows slithered and grew close.



She hid from the curious moon above, who had its eye on the ants in front of the mansion, where cars beeped and honked like angry geese, pinching asses of the stupid people in their way.



Katheena shivered, but not from the desert dust in her nose. Her senses told her to run.


She thought it was from dust.



No.





So This Is Goodbye, by William Fitzsimmons.








Instinct called to her, from millions of years of self preservation at the cellular level. It is always a good idea to listen to what your instinct tells you. Logic is a newborn, and while it screams and demands attention to be fed and its diaper changed, it does not have all of the answers.



Your shivery skin may tell you something, while your mind tries to reason your fear into submission.



Fear exists for a reason.



Listen to it when it is true, and become deaf to it when greater things arise.



She should have listened, this one time, to her fear.



Her Mettle is that she would do both, but not at the same time.




One follows the other, but neither is the leader.



Ya think?



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The stairs were dry. Joey punched me in the thigh. “Dude! Don’t make me strike you in the ass! Let’s go grab Sean and get the fuck outta here! Why you waiting?!”





I grunted and rubbed my thigh, and turned back down to shout at him. I had the willies. All of my skin was creeping like it was covered with ants. “Joseph, shut the fuck up! You need to look at these steps!”




Joey’s arms dropped, and he sensed my fear. He looked down. “These steps are narrow, dusty and old. So what?”


I whispered, “I saw the Glinty dude go in here. He showed me the way.”



Joey’s eyes widened. He wiped his wet eyes. “You took me in here because of that fucker? I’m gone. Not my problem.” He swung around on his heel.



I grabbed him by the leather. “No! Hear me out, man. This is an escape route, to get out of the place from the floors above!”



Joey pulled away and his face was white. “Exactly what I’m saying! We need to escape and get the fuck out! Down is this way!”


I knew his panic, and I grabbed on his leather. “Nope. We have to go up. Sean is still up there.”



"What the fuck are you talking about, Weeeee-ill?! Ain't no one up there waiting for us but that creepy bastard who was trying to kill you. He looking to give me a rub down too!"



I really wanted to chust fucking bail now.





You see, I smelled Lorelei's perfume.





It was all over me.






I---







I...







i









Alone,







...nothing was there anymore.









Perfume from a girl under the ocean, thousands of miles away, here in this dusty stairwell that lead to hell below, or heaven above?



Her scent made me come apart at the seams.




Yet,






It held me intact.






What The Fuck?





Underneath the weak light of the filament bulbs overhead, I felt some strength.



Out of nowhere.






I heard the ocean in my ears, and I stopped shivering from my cold, soaked leather.





I was not drowning in my fear.





Peace, out of mayhem.



Huh.




I said, "Joseph, would Sean leave you and bail? Do you think that Sean would do that to you? Do you think? Do You Think At All?!"








His tensed arm softened.



He knew I was right.



No Escape for us, in this moment.




Joey stood there, in his fumbling mind, and then he straightened up. He recovered the ball. He looked back up at me. There was resolve in his eyes.



Fuck yeah.



I really needed to see that in this moment, because I would have followed him out and run off with him and escaped if he had simply said No.


But he didn’t say No.



Huh.




Most of the times, the Exit, (the Escape), is your friend.




In the other few times such as now, the opposite direction is the Entrance, and you must pass through it to Escape, to Exit.





Up to go down. The yang to the yin, baby. The white and the red. Desert and ocean. Exit and Entrance.




Never the twain shall meet.




Fuck the grey, the pink, the mud, the middle ground, the fence-sitting, and the inaction due to fear.



Joey shrugged his leather back onto his shoulders and adjusted his tie.



We would go up.









Jesus For The Jugular, by The Veils.






Katheena looked into windows as she crept along, feeling the tingle of what she thought was desert dust inhaled, but not recognizing that she was in imminent danger.



You know from reading the Lorelei Talks that Katheena was in touch with her Thailand heritage, through her mother. Katheena performed the excellent Japanese tea ceremony quite well. Asia is a continent comprised of hundreds of distinct cultures, just like the USA has over 565 original tribes of cultures, each with their own language, origin story, and customs.


Katheena's mother educated her with the beauty and strength gleaned from thousands of years of culture and civility.




Katheena knew much more than we two punk bastards frozen in fear in the dusty, ancient up-stairwell.




She knew more than she knew.




She stood up and swung around. The shadows held back, with their long tendrils about to slip up from the ground and the walls to grab her.



She pulled out the small white envelope and opened it.





She inhaled a deep breath,





and then she blew all of that desert dust into the air all around her, spinning, and she tossed the paper away.





LINKS


Karate Kid, the way it was originally shot. Before the special effects department dressed it up.






Brinicle. Icicle made out of sea water. It will kill you.






1,000 girls, (2,000 boobies), two hands. One month of Awesome.







So you say that you enjoy listening to Nickleback? Huh. Here’s the Motown version. Kinda improves it.





1/5th of a second. Beauty.

Seconds Of Beauty - 1st round compilation from The Beauty Of A Second on Vimeo.

Those funny Messicans. They chust don’t vote!

Watch American Voices: Gustavo Arellano on the 2012 Latino vote on PBS. See more from NEED TO KNOW.

25 pics of people in stoopid clothing. Kinda lost faith in humanity after seeing these.






How The English Language came to be.






Why the English Language is fucking awesome dooode.







Speaking of constructing things with your bare hands, how about a tiny engine? Pretty bad ass.





Speaking of speaking and creating things, Samuel L. Jackson narrates “Go The Fuck To Sleep.” A child’s night time story. Quite soothing…







God Help You.


God Help Us All.



---willies out.









OK, One More For You.


GI Joe. Home made, but pretty cool.









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153 THE GLINTY, AND THE METTLE OF KATHEENA

(Thank you Yes …Let’s work together.)





My friends were half red. They had been sprayed on one side by the fire alarm marker paint as they ran after me out of Minacca’s mansion in escape mode. The cloud of spray did not get into their eyes, thank goodness.



We were in dire need of goodness. Not much was to be found there in that mansion that night, you know.



Please press play as you read along. Let’s head back to the off-skirts of Fuckno in the mid eighties of the last century, and let’s go get Sean. Cool with you?



Get your head set.



Absynthe Minded. My Heroics. Dotta says that this is to be put here. Thank you Jaz for this bluesy funk.




You good? Let's go baby.




Of course, as the comedown crept over us and made our heads look for a pillow, those two looked to me for leadership. Such a poor form of leadership. Never do such a thing. Only darkness follows.







Yup, I used my ID card and told Katheena to hold it level. She had too much of the tremble to hold it steady.


Joey saw that and took the ID card from her, and he held it up like cement, like desert hard pan.


I opened the paper envelope and used the straw to dig in and then make three piles.



I held the straw for each of them, and then for myself.



Snuck, snuck, snuck. It was Fucked instant energy, from the eighties.



The straw was red from my finger tips. Perhaps it was from being sprayed by the fire alarm as I pulled it down?



No. Sorry about that.




I had made my fingers bleed by scratching up onto the tarred tiles of the roof where we sat now, with the golden light from the windows of the lovely mansion shining down, with its flashing emergency lights.



My two friends became my blood brother and sister, inhaling my blood on the straw. Gross, I know.



Blood relatives, in the worst ceremony ever; I never intended such a thing.


The worst way, because of the white, evil desert dust we three pink bastards inhaled on the roof of the rich pigs. Red and white, never the twain shall meet.



Fuck.



What is important here is the consideration of what it meant for a person to travel from a river culture tribe that has existed for ten thousand years in our own river valley, (named after us, as well as the ocean bay into which it runs, also named after us), and then I'd been deposited like river silt into a desert arroyo, in the Sans Joking River Valley.


Except, one thing.



The ocean is our savior. All rivers lead to it. The ocean washes away the sins of the past, the now, and the future.



Even if you end at the bottom of the ocean, never to be seen again, would you be seen again?



We three punks did not know that we were now related, but it mattered, and you will see, as we go along.




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It was not raining down in the desert right then, not yet. The blur of watercolor folks below indicated what was about to happen.



Shit was about to get drenched, inside and out, like a tidal wave that would cover the whole earth, there in that Sans Joking River Valley.



Here we go, my friend.



We were young, we were full of fucked up energy that would not last another twenty minutes, and we jumped off the low, sloping, rear edge of the garage into the long, soft hay growing off to the right of the fuel tanks, and we rolled.



Nope, wouldn’t try that these days. Now go get me my walker and make me a nice pot of tea spiked with absinthe.



We dusted off and looked at each other under the light of the fraught-faced moon high above.



She was pissed. We were as well.



“Katheena, you good?”


“Yes, I am good.”





“You good Joey?”


“Nope. I’m bad. I’m fucking evil.”



I laughed. “Let’s go.”






Around the corner of the garage, I swear to gawd I saw the lovely front hood of Stacy, the bitch with the biker boyfriend. She was headed to her white Celica.


Hah?



I turned around to mention this to my two buds, but they grabbed my leather with scared faces. Katheena shushed what I was about to say.


She said, “Look!”



Amid the blur of watercolor folks streaming about, a dark figure slowly walked back to the servant entrance and disappeared inside.



Huh?


What the ---?





THE GLINTY












Katheena said, “What the fuck is up with that creepy guy?”



Joey said, “Time to bail. Not my problem.”




I looked back at them and pulled them close, and I glared into their eyes. My jaw was clenching from the desert dust. “No. We have to get Sean. I think he’s still up inside that mansion, up high. We need to go look for him. Fuck that old dude.”



I felt their arms tense up under their leather.



It was too easy to escape, chust run off, fuck it all, have a nice bath with candles and read the latest edition of Vogue or someshit.


Uh, nope.


You never leave a friend behind.





Even if Sean had done this to us.





He had been disappeared from us for a while, but in such a situation, he would never bail on us.



Even if he and Katheena had never met.




Next weekend, we will see the aftermath.
















Just kidding. Come on, you know me by now.












Joey said, “Awwwww. Fuck. I knew you’d say that.”


Katheena shrugged. “OK. You are calling the shots, Will. Let’s go get him.”





Way off in the distance, we heard sirens. They sing their mournful song to lure men on the ocean to bring them to the shoals, to crash in their ships.


Katheena’s eyes grew wide. “Wait, Will! It’s raining inside! We will be drenched!”


Joey smiled. “Gonna ruin your pretty makeup?”



Katheena punched Joey in the arm. “No, you fucker! That shit Will has in his pocket will be soaked. We will need the last bit of it if I am going to drive us out of this hellhole!”



I looked down at her beautiful eyes. “You want to carry it and wait in your car for us?”



Now this was a crux, a sort of turning point, a testament.



This was where the Mettle of Katheena would be tested.



You see, neither me nor Joey would ever doubt the loyalty of Katheena again. But, as you well know by now, I had been fucked over by her in the Lorelei chapters.



What would you have done?


I nodded. “OK, Katheena. But you need to go around behind this place to get to your car way over there, on the other end. Too many people saw you. You kind of stick out.”



She giggled, and it was the sound of, well, you know by now. “We all do. Joey and I are all painted in red! Just hurry the fuck up.”



Joey looked at me, and I nodded. All would be good.


Of course it would.












She snuck off and we waited for an opening in the crowd. Of course, we watched her creep off, all bent over in her short black dress.




In the clear air of the dry desert night, which would soon be raining down with angry daggers, we found an opening in the blur when the last of the rich pigs emptied out of the huge mansion.



Over in the parking lot, headlights glared at assholes in front of them who lost their sense of reason and direction, and there were folks in purple robes and white aprons searching throughout, for we punk bastards. Limousines lined the exodus, amidst stupid people frittering about like ants.




Joey and I crept over to the rear entrance and went in. Yes, it was raining down. I think that this place had a huge water tank up top, put in place for such a thing as a fire. It was doing its job quite well, down here on the first floor, even if there was indeed no fire.


A dark shape in middle of the empty hallway slipped off to the right.



Huh?


I hesitated, only for a moment, but it felt like forever.


No.



I would not falter, in the face of my fear. My skin crawled, and it was not from the cold water raining down on us.


I shivered from the inside out.



Joey followed me through the mist down the hallway. Piercing alarms rang in our ears, which had the effect of disorientation upon our navigation. Water got into my eyes, and I had to keep rubbing them to get a clear view. It was hard to breathe in this air. It felt like a wet rag over my face and nose, like I could drown. Someday, people would call it waterboarding. How fucked up is that?



He stopped. “Weeeeee-ill! We go up these stairs! Where you going?”



I went on ahead to where the dark figure had passed in the blur of this mist of suffocating spray. He ran after me and yanked at my leather, pulling me back. I turned to him and wiped my face. “I got an idea!”



Joey wiped his own eyes and pointed back at the up-stairs. I shook my head, and swung around on my heel.



I got to where the dark figure had disappeared, and found a panel in the wall that was slightly open. Light streamed through its crack, so I pulled it all the way open.



Joey, gobless him, he was still right at my side.



We went in and up.


The rain was gone.



“Joseph, pull that door closed. We hidden now. I don’t think those cook staff know about this shit. Don't ask me why.”


“What about those weird fucks in the robes?”



I looked down at him. “I have no idea.”



We headed up.




This stairwell was cramped and suffocating, but at least there was no rain. There were a few cobwebs, but the floors were not dusty. They looked like they were swept with a broom now and then.

The overhead light bulbs here and there were the filament style, with no frosting inside their glass. Very old.



Something thing tugged at my leather, in my head. I stopped, looked down, and Joey fan into me.



“OOF! …Weeee-ill! Don’t make me smack into your ass with my face! What the fuck?”




“Sorry, Joseph. Wait.”




The steps were dry.




Dry as desert dust.




There were no wet footprints from a dark shape heading up them from the rainy hallway below.




What the fuck?



What the fuck was I getting us into?




What the fuck was going on?






(I hate to do this to you...)




See you next time.




Here are your links.



Beautiful cloud pics for your Saturday Morning leisure while you have your coffee.





Evil Geniuses. They start little.




Good geniuses: Casein is the fiber found in milk, and now clothing can be made from it. Hah? Milk has fiber? Interesting….



Never enough “Perfect Tailgating” hints…





Check the Aurora Borealis from the ISS. Imagine this is your job: getting paid to fly high like those lucky folks.

Earth | Time Lapse View from Space, Fly Over | NASA, ISS from Michael König on Vimeo.

Pictorial study of the human face, always interesting. Fifty pics.







For your Saturday Morning viewing pleasure, 17 minutes of awesome. Behind the scenes making of the first Indiana Jones movie.

@jamieswb Raiding the Lost Ark: A Filmumentary - Part 1 from jambe davdar on Vimeo.

Speaking of interesting locales, here’s a volcano hotel in Chile.




Speaking of cool things, here’s one that isn’t. The Hipster.




Books hipsters would read. “You one knows about these!”






OK, enough of that crap. Let’s have us some fun.





Pics of Pencil Vs Camera. Very cool.






Check out this kid. Young dude can sing.






Here are some hotels folks in the TDC Forums will love.





The se7en most lethal moves in NFL history, each with video. (Press No Thanks, bottom right on the annoying but non-lethal pop-up. Trust, bro.) Then start the slideshow.





Here’s an old gem. Homeless man Mustard on the Opie and Anthony show. Creep.







Thank you for following me along this tale, my friend.




God Help You.

God Help Us All.


---willies out.









OK, Two More for your musical exploration.





Asa. (Pronounced Aysha) "Jailer." My Lady loves this. Thank you Lisa, for showing me a smooth crooner. I keep watching 2:35 – 3:20 over and over again. Chick knows her shit, dude. It’s blues, and not jazz here; Nigerian flavored, baby.







Clean version here.




Second one:


The Original Punkologist, Neil Young. First time for his classic, Old Man. And the story behind it, in the first five seconds.



























































nsfw













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152 You Never Leave A Friend Behind

From Lisa, my Lady, to me; and (vicariously) to you my friend.


Bon Iver. Skinny Love







We could not escape. There was no exit for us. We had a single Entrance, and it was one that would not last for another twenty minutes.



Each Entrance, you see, becomes narrower and exists for shorter periods of time, each time you use one of them.



You will chase them fruitlessly, furtively, until you reach your end.


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I pulled the fire alarm down, and a burst of red paint sprayed my hand. Lucky for me that such a marker did not catch me in the eyes. It simply burst all over my two best friends as they ran along behind me, all over their clothing.



Not in their eyes, Gobless ‘em.


Outside, we ran to the parking garage. The whole mansion rang with alarm at our departure. Chauffeurs looked toward the front doors, and seeing them, I grabbed my two friends and tugged them to the darkness.



It would always be that way. Sorry about that.



The door behind us erupted with kitchen staff and weird old fucks in purple robes pouring out like a stream of diarrhea, and they looked to the parking lot.



Behind them, folks afraid of being burned to death in a mansion fire ran out, and they crashed into those angry searchers. Folks in a panic will trample those who are in the way. It’s always a good idea to get the fuck out of the way when you exit an aircraft on fire, or a mansion that is about to explode.



All of the doors opened in this manner.




I ran back to the rear of the garage and saw that there were fuel tanks. These would be quite useful as ladders to get up on the roof.




Of course the mansion wasn’t about to explode. But we three punk bastards were the only ones to know this important piece of information.



I pulled Katheena up onto the nearest fuel tank and then grabbed her lovely backside to push her up to the lower edge of the roof. Then I leaped and dug my fingernails into the tar shingles to pull my self up. I wasn’t going to help Joey up in the same manner as Katheena.



I would pull him up, with my now bleeding finger tips.

Panic is helpful, but it can be messy. Do Not Panic, unless you need to. Then, be aware of the repercussions.



We crept to the rising edge of the garage roof, lied down on our bellies, and peered over at the melee below.



We watched those rich pigs stream out of the mansion that rained down on their fancy clothing.



A dark figure among them stopped.




He looked up into the night sky...





He put his finger to his lips.





Folks flew around him in a smear of watercolor in a rain squall, and they ran to their chauffeurs in their panicked state.




The parking lot became a cluster fuck.





That old man peered up to the top of the garage, through his black, round shades with the one on the right side broken down the middle.




He looked right through me. I shivered.




He nodded. The he turned, and he pointed to the top floors of the mansion, behind him.




I looked up to where he pointed, and I didn’t have a fucking clue.




Huh?



When I looked back down at him, he was gone.




Chust like that.




Hah?




I looked back up at the highest window, and saw a figure.





Warren Haynes. I’ll Be The One.







Katheena looked up into my face. “Will! What the fuck?”


Joey pounded my arm from the other side. “Weeee-ill! I seen that the creepy bastard who was trying to kill you!”



They were looking to me for direction, and I had chust about shit my pants.


What the hell would you have done?







Well, I know what you would have done.




You would have remembered Sean.




Why?



Here’s why.




Sean was still up inside.



Rich folks who built their mansions like old fashioned hotels back then did not know a simple fact, which is this: The above floors would not rain down from their overhead sprinklers until their fire detectors sensed heat, smoke, or fire.


This confabulation was intended to save a whole building from water damage, unless the fire was not contained, and only then would they activate.




I thought you knew that?




No worries.


I got your back.








LINKS






Herman Cain, by Mike Tyson. Oh Yeah. Fuck it. Mike should run.

Herman Cain, by Bad Lip reading. Fuck Yeah. That Bad Lip Reading dude should be the speech writer for Tyson.








Chris Titus: Love Is Evol. ! of 9












Glinty McFlintlock was an Okie. He had been a preacher for his clan, and he turned gunslinger when he got to Califuckedhimup. He went from the Bible to the gun.




When the Okies of the Depression Era and Dustbowls arrived, he was long dead. But something awoke him.




We will see how, if you continue along.






Never doubt Katheena.







Liars Blood Moon.




God Help You.

God Help Us All.



---willies out.












OK, Some more for you.






















We would have to go back in to get Sean. Yup. And it was raining inside. As we ran out, so did many others, to escape the downpour. We were feeling the comedown. And as we exited the servants' door, that alarm began to ring, but so did the whole place because of the fire alarm.





I pulled my two friends behind the car garage, because we feeling the come down again. We would need to line up yet again. Twenty minutes would get shorter each time.




That’s why such a pursuit is stoopid, frootless, and also, stupid and fruitless.




We would gain energy and strength again, but these things existed for shorter and narrower amounts of time.



They wanted to run off, but I held them at bay for a second.


I looked down at the stream of rich pigs in various stages of soaked, expensive attire spewing out of the exits.




Joey looked at me, shoulders shrugging. “Sup, Weeeeee-iil?



Katheena studied me for a moment, and then she looked to the upper levels of the mansion where that creepy old guy had been pointing. “Oh. Fuck. I forgot.”




Smart chick. I nodded. Joey’s eyes widened. “Uh, what? What?”




Katheena said, “Sean.”



Joey looked up at the high window on the mansion. There was nothing.



By now, you know something about Joey. He had (and still has) the sort of memory that a chick will exhibit to you only when she wants to call up all the details of an old argument or situation.



He remembered why we were there, after all the chaos and entropy happening at that moment.





“Sean... Wow... Fuck.”



One thing I hadn’t considered was this: We would be drenched when we Entered. And so would any sort of dry desert powder in a paper envelope in a leather jacket.


I did not think. I chust did not think. I chust didn't---






This is exactly how it did not end well.

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148 Towel

We entered. Jeeves announced us. We had not expected to be put under the spotlight.


The huge ballroom on the left emitted a sort of tango song. Everyone looked at us and their jaws dropped.






Katheena threw her arms up, and then she grabbed Joey, and they went swirling into the dance floor like a duo of young devils who had practiced for eternity for this single moment.


They crashed though folks holding delicate and expensive crystal flutes of champagne and took the center of the court.



I was amazed. I wished I could dance like that. It’s never happened.


Folks stopped to watch them. Joey swung Katheena away and did a bit of soft shoe. Then he ran and grabbed her back into the center and they did some of that tango stuff. It looked almost like they were mad at each other. People clapped.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned around to see Minacca. “Sean’s not here. What are you doing here?”


I shrugged. “Watching my friends like I’ve never seen them before.” It was true. I had no idea that they could dance like that.


Minacca said, “You shouldn’t be here. It’d be best if you left right now.”

I nodded. “Best for who? Afraid I’ll embarrass you?”



Minacca rolled her eyes. “You have no idea what is going on here.”


I shook my head. “Just a bunch of rich old pigs giving each other hand jobs.”


She actually smiled. “You’re not far from the truth.”


Behind her I saw a familiar face pass by the open doorway to the hall beyond. He was wearing one and a half black lenses, cracked down the middle on the right one.

“Excuse me.” I ducked and weaved and made my way to the doorway. He was gone. But he had been there. Clear as a bright desert day.

Minacca caught up to me. “What is it?”


I turned and looked at her. “I just saw someone I need to ask a couple questions. He took some photos of a friend of mine. Do you know him? His name is Glinty McFlintlock.”


“That’s an odd name! I would have remembered a name like that. So, no. Sorry.”

“Well, he was even weirder than his name. There’s something about him… I dunno. But he took those photos at an abandoned shack out in the dunes, and… well, he has some answers I’d like to get from him.”


“Let’s go look for him then. He went this way, Will?”


I chust nodded. Minacca was helping me? Hah?


We reached the end of the crowded hall way and another hallway went from left to right. She said, “If we go left, it leads to the pool area. The other way leads to the entertainment area, and the kitchen beyond that. Which way?”

I had no idea.





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Now, Katheena and Joey were enjoying themselves. But you know that when you are exerting yourself, your metabolism rate will rise. You will metabolize substances in your body at a much quicker rate.

Both a depressant, such as a third of a fifth of gin, as well as a line of a certain stimulant, well… these will course through your endocrine system and leave you in a state of----









We went towards the pool area. The hallway was quite long, with doors going off on every side, and when we got to the towel room, my heart raced. I looked over to Minacca, and saw that her face changed.


I saw two of them.


One good.

One evil.



Double vision.



I staggered against the towel rack, and fell.


The world began to spin. I had to hold onto something. I grabbed a towel from hanging over head, and pulled it close to my face for comfort.


In the back ground, I heard a scream.



My towel was silky. I looked up and saw Minacca there, almost naked. She had the loveliest bra and thong…




Indeed, I held her dress to my face.


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Joey and Katheena stopped dancing, and they had the good sense to leave the center spot, as they began to feel the come down, the aftermath. They went to the doors of the outer hallway, to look for me.

This was going to end very badly.




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Minacca grabbed her dress from me and ran off. She was embarrassed, almost naked in front of a large crowd, and she did not understand a simple thing, which was this:



Some young, angry, fucked up punks had infiltrated, and we had no way out.



I will never forget that feeling of being lost, alone, with no way out, and the failure to protect my two best friends from the hell of such shit.



I had failed.










FUCK.








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147 En Trance

Twenty minutes matters quite a lot in this tale I have been telling you all these years.



When you are engaged in the world at the root of its function, you will need to remember your time allowance, before you get kicked out.



Twenty Minutes: How long it takes your soul to leave your body after you die. We have “Wakes” for this reason. Sometimes, a body may awaken after two days, but there is no soul left inside. Beware of such an awakening. Zombie.



Twenty Minutes: The amount of time you are afforded after you enter a celebration of strange things to which you have not been officially invited.


Twenty Minutes: How long it takes for a certain stimulant to wear off. Until then, the world is your own, private moon party, no matter who has a telescope.



You, my friend, are officially invited to this here party: this tale, as we head on towards All Hallows Eve. And for that, I apologize to you. You do not deserve to witness this part of the story.










ENTRANCE














There exist entrances into other places which you may never see, here on this tiny blue marble, alone in the eternity of space.


Such entrances are not seen by those who stumble along life’s path with their eyes half-open, like zombies, looking for their own brain.


The rest of us are awake, with eyes wide open, and we are in a state of constant, total amazement.


Is this you?



I think you are.






This tale will get worse before it improves, TDC willies Enjoyer. There is redemption at the end, but you have to earn it. Sorry about that. You are a witness to hell, and that is the price. The cost is, indeed, considerably more.




Let’s check this out, my friend. I won’t leave you behind, if you have the guts to follow.



En-Trance is a French term that makes you all hypnotized and shit.


Here, we three punks discovered all the meanings of Entrance.


We would not find Sean, because he was off at Tellesco’s new place. But Minacca was there, and she did not approve of us showing up. Inside, we saw that freaky dude Glinty McFlintlock; a sweet old photographer who, as it would turn out, was an angry old cowboy ghost who used to paint his wagon hearse with a white circle K.



Yeah, there are entrances you may never see.


God Help You if you ever do. It could change everything.



Let’s go.



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After we exited Katheena's car Orion, I stopped my two best friends to have a pre-game booster. One was staggering, and this indicated the manner in which the other two of us would be soon engaging, because we three young punk bastards had chust polished off a fifth of gin.



“Joseph, Katheena, hold on a bit. I got something here.”


I pulled out a small, white envelope and a straw.



Remember when the Little Lion Man stood behind us at the water reservoir with the giant blood moon glimmering upon it’s surface? Ant Knee and I done made a deal.


Over the chain link fence.



Then Joey began to talk about how Tommy Hewitt’s death was his fault.



Babysitter.


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I reached in my pocket for my ID card, and there, upon the gleaming hood of Katheena’s beautiful bitch, I brushed off the desert dust and lined us up.



The black bird spread its wings wide.




Crows record our human condition, lest you have forgotten.



The first line was always the best. Twenty minutes later, you would be wanting more. And then, after many more, you would keep trying to chase the feeling of the first one.


Such a pursuit will always end in despair, ugliness, and fiending for more.


Never engage in such behavior.


Ever.



What follows is not an endorsement of bad things at all. It’s simply a description of a bad time, many years ago, which no one should ever have done.



I waited to see how Katheena felt about this Entrance into another World.


She bent, did it, then stood, and shrugged.


Of course, Joey and I watched her bend over in her short, black dress, and filled our eyes with her lovely back-side.



Now don't look at me that way. You would have looked. Man or woman, we all do this sort of thing.





She handed the straw to Joey.


She watched Joey do his.


She waited as I did mine, probably checking out my own rear. Why do women check out men's butts? Not much to see there, but is it biologically coded? To see if a dude has good pushing muscles back there? Fuck muscles?


I stood back up, rubbing my gums with the remainder of desert dust from her car's hood and I looked over to her.


Huh.



A smile grew across her face.





She came up to me and wrapped her arms around my waist. “Hug me.”



I did, and she started to giggle. It was pretty, like the tinkle of crystal goblets and bone china plates. I wanted to shush her, but what the hell. No harsh from me, then and there.




Joey woke the hell up. “Weeeee-ill! Where have I been?”



"Welcome back, Joseph. We off to the moon."



Indeed, a feeling of warmth and tingle crept from my legs to my sexual parts, and then up my back, down my arms, and then into my head.


A smile formed on my face that would not go away.




Katheena kissed my face all over, and it felt like I could fly off into the night sky without a care.



Again, this was something that would never exist again. Never chase such a thing. Nothing good results from it. You will see.











We walked across the tar to the front doors like we were the crown jewels of the world, as the moon overhead erupted out of it's death shroud of rain clouds and glared down on the Earth.




One of those chauffeurs came over and greeted us as we made our way to the front doors.



“Hi, I’m Gregory. Where is your car?”


I think, looking back, that he didn’t want us to be all parked sideways or someshit and blocking the lone lane out, which would inconvenience his employer when it was time to leave.




You know that we would be inconveniencing everyone, but not in that manner. We would be jetting off in twenty minutes, after the carnage involved.




Katheena smiled at him and he probably wet himself. She was a beautiful night angel from the bright moon. “We got dropped off, while you and those boys have been chugging from that flask over there.” She nodded at the group of men watching us.



Gregory halted for a bit as we rang the doorbell.



An older gent in a tuxedo greeted us. “Hallow there. Are you invited?”


Katheena turned back to Gregory and said loudly, “Thank you Gregory, that will be all. Don’t scratch the bumper again.”


She turned back to Jeeves. “Yes, we are invited.”


The older gent stepped back politely and Gregory turned on his heel and went back to his group.



Dayam, dude, Katheena showed real mettle.




We followed the butler inside through the Entrance.





We were fully Entranced, my friend.




This would not end well.









LINKS




Why is thedailycolumn.com an online place that will be replicated after the FB follows G+ into oblivion? OK, FB will probably always be around, but here’s an interesting 8 minute vid by Chris Poole about online anonymity and why it is important.

And why it will outlast other places. Cyber real is different than real real.








Oh, yeah. The world was supposed to “end” yesterday or something. Like it was supposed to end back in May. …So, how about some recipes for tasty food?





Zombies.


Blood stains and their usefulness.








Drink blood, or drink light beer? Rum and coke? It says a lot about you, mister man.







With the Occupy Everywhere “rebellion” going on everywhere, is there a danger that someone could take it over? There is anger and motivation involved on those places. All is needed is some egomaniac, and the next thing you know, a few million zombies will be created. And here’s why. Some folks don’t have a fist fucking clue.




What do you bet? I mean, do you bet on anything? Here are the 7 worst things that folks bet on and expect to win.







Why do we dream, and how does it happen?











Led Zep’s Whole Lotta Love, by that sound effects guy from the Police Academy movies. Rocking and ramping.















Dark Matter. No, not speckled in your under garments. But real evidence found by the Fermi telescope. Interesting.













God Help You.


God Help Us All.



---willies out.













OK, one more for you.










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