Manny Ramirez

Dodgers swooped him.

George Lucas

This is from an interview with George Lucas on the subject of "Indian Jones".

Really, with the last one, Steven wasn’t that enthusiastic. I was trying to persuade him. But now Steve is more amenable to doing another one. Yet we still have the issues about the direction we’d like to take. I’m in the future; Steven’s in the past. He’s trying to drag it back to the way they were, I’m trying to push it to a whole different place. So, still we have a sort of tension. This recent one came out of that.


Hmm, no comment. Everything is starting to make sense.

Triple

I smash a triple into the gap.

Sean Meehan

Is freakier in the sack than Casey and I combined he says from the backseat of the car.
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I blew out...

3 candles at dinner.
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My breath..

Is powerful.
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Back in LA . Haiku . 400th Post

Back in Los Angeles
A Haiku

In Los Angeles
No one is a friend at all
Fuck it, I don't care


No one is a friend?
No one is a friend at all
Fuck that counts me too

Quinton has been found on a boat.

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.

Castlevania Whips

I once thought a live action version of my favorite video game of all time "Castlevania" was a genius idea. I imagined a flaming whip taking the heads of beasts of all shape and size, and the rank dark corridors of the castle glowing with slime. I imagined the score composed by Varg. Imagining too much is bad for me.

Paul WS Anderson, the director of such classics as Mortal Combat, Resident Evil, Soldier, has taken the helm of the "Castlevania" film in reality, beyond imagination. The fucked thing is;

He has replaced the Dracula Slaying Belmont WHIP, with a SWORD. Retard.

For your information:

The Belmont family (ベルモンド pronounced as "Berumondo" and romanized as "Belmondo" in Japanese) is the bloodline sworn to oppose Lord Dracula in the Castlevania series. They are not the only heroes in the franchise, but often play an integral role in any game's storyline. The Belmont surname was lost to some characters due to the European patrilineal naming tradition. If not Belmonts in name, they were certainly Belmonts by blood and conviction, and are accordingly considered part of the Belmont clan. Most, though not all, of these characters wield a holy whip called Vampire Killer as their primary weapon.

Josh Hamilton Prevails

You may have lost the challenge, but you won the heart's of the American people tonight. I am resting my head on my hand with a sleeping smile 5 minutes back from an irish pub where I watched highlights of you go deep over and over and over. I love America today. Underdogs prevail, they always do.

By the way, Milton Bradley is insane as ever and gets the starting DH spot in the All Star game, batting 6th. FUCK YES!

Josh Hamilton . MLB 2008 Home Run Derby

Just hit a ball 518 feet. 2nd farthest in Yankee Stadium. This is incredible. I'll give you the lowdown on Hamilton later. He's the great annihilator of home run derby. The new power god is Josh Hamilton. He won't stop! Jesus christ! He's at 24 now. 1 more and he has the record. There is the record. 25. David Ortiz just said "wow". Milton Bradley is having the best day of his life! Oh my lord, he won't stop.

From cokehead to home run legend. Josh the "HAMMER" Hamilton sets the record:

28 home runs.

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Everything in Fort Bragg

Is filled with bees and birds and clouds hiding the blue from my view as I walk down a path towards nothing away from nothing going nowhere slow is easy and no one notices when nothingness surrounds me.

Tomorrow I depart Fort Bragg. I'll miss walking in the nothingness, it won't notice.

Frank McCourt Is A Wimp

Rumor has it, last week Frank McCourt let go of a deal that would have brought CC Sabathia, and Casey Blake from the Indians to the Dodgers. This is a dreadful bit of news, and I'm very disappointed in Los Angeles. We could have filled our two weakest positions and now we're screwed. The Dodgers are a depressing team to watch this year, and it's definitely been my least favorite season in memory. We have focused all our energy on our rookies being productive, and I like that we give them faith, but do you really think 25 year old Russell Martin and 23 year old Matt Kemp are going to lead the team to the playoffs? Get fucking real McCourt. We sign Andruw Jones, the all you can eat buffet of baseball, and your hope lies in Nomar "Glass Man" Garciaparra who spends more time stretching to take it in the bummy from a silverlake leather daddy than he does before a game. This team is a weak bunch, and they just aren't fun to watch. Attendance is down 30% from last year. That's an incredible percentage McCourt. Get your head on straight man.

You should have made a deal while the dealin' was hot. Have fun salvaging in 2008. I'll be watching the Angeles until you McCourt stops acting like a wimp and get's tough.

Besides Martin, Kemp, Beimel, and Saito, the Dodgers are a bore. Who cares anyways..

"Millionaire" Milton Bradley is finally an All Star

I have been following Bradley's career since he was on the Indians, fighting umps, screaming, kicking throwing tantrums, balls, curses, and god knows what else. He is a pure American Baseball player in the finest form, and if I had a child, Milton's swing and charisma would be watched on Tivo round the clock. I have neither TiVo or a child. I do have Milton though, and I'm proud as hell of him for making the starting lineup for the 2008 American League All Star Team.

Some words from the big dog.


"Starting in the same lineup as A-Rod and Jeter, you never think about that," Bradley said. "You have your goals and your dreams and your wildest dreams are being on the same field as A-Rod. It's a magical experience. No matter what people say, they're putting All-Star by my name. It's good to be recognized for something positive.

"All the injuries, all the suspensions, all the bad press, there was always a glimmer of positivity. Some people wanted to see it, some people did not. Maybe I didn't deserve it. Maybe I still don't deserve it but the guys I competed against saw it. So all the trash talking, bashing, injuries, surgeries, rehab, it was all worth it to get this chance. It's special."

LA BIO CARS ON CNN

My friend Jeff Phillips has a company called LA BIO CARS. He converts Diesels to run on vegetable oil. At the moment he is converting a Mercedes 300 TD for me. Recently CNN did a segment on his shop. Check it out.

http://video.aol.com/video-detail/guerilla-gas/1850375862

There Ain't Nothing But Darkness Around This Bend

Unfortunately I've come to realize that Mike Hamm lets hot babes slip from his fingers like sweet salted butter. We went to see the Reggae legend U Roy at the Casper Inn last night, just north of Mendocino. It was a wild scene in there, and I didn't know what to do with myself, so I drank. I drank a lot. I drank vodka tonics and chatted with Mike about things that are long gone from my memory and I let my eyes drift like sexual smoke across the scene of dreadlocks, work pants, and peaceful warriors. There was nothing to be done, so I drank more and found myself within the clutch of a woman with a 2 year old child at home. She was lonely. She needed a friend. So I chatted. We danced a little. She flirted, and I parried her advances for reasons unknown to me now. I should have have let her in. Sure, a 2 year old seems strange, but she was cute, 5'10", ready to rock. Sometimes I question myself and the things I do. If anyone knows me, they would say. "You better fucking question yourself." They say that because I perform questionable acts of shame on a regular basis. More regular than and more questionable than the average human at least. What average am I talking about?

Well ladies and gentleman, why won't you throw me a bone and question why I didn't go home with a 28 year old lady? I'll never know. She kissed me on the cheek goodbye, and the first thing I thought was the last thing she kissed was her babies soft fuzzy head. There she slipped into the darkness towards an unknown car and was gone from the night.

Mike meanwhiles blew his chances with some young stoned airhead of a girl. He wanted to dick her down, but good ol' Butterfingers Mike Hamm doesn't slam babes, he let's them slip through his greasy fingers like butter.

The Devils Lettuce

Mike Hamm's latest film venture.

John Botil and Mark Botil

You guys are both nukedhard. Goodbye forever. That's the way she goes dickweeds.

Bathe Us In Flame . Big Sur And The Fire

Last fall I screened "The Calm at the Edge of the Sea" at the Henry Miller Library in Big Sur, California. I stayed the night in my friend Leah's guest house. It was a trailer built into a mountain, and it was built over with redwood. Beside the trailer was an ancient swimming pool that overlooked a long gully that went out to the sea. I was very impressed by the trailer, and wished that I had more time to stay and possibly spend a week writing. Unfortunately I didn't have time, and left the next morning. In winter, Leah proposed the idea that I come and visit again, and this time stay a while. I almost brought myself to it, but I find myself lazy in Los Angeles, and never made the decision.

Yesterday I received an email from Leah. She and her boyfriend Erin had to evacuate their home, and lost the beloved trailer in the fire. Their house however escaped destruction.

There isn't a moral to the story, for this isn't really a story at all. It's just the way it is. I will regret my laziness in the winter of 2008. The trailer won't be waiting for me, and their won't be a word written in the swimming pool's presence. Everyone is safe, and that's as good as it's going to get this summer, yet as far as living goes, that's pretty damned alright.

Link to photos of Big Sur from 2007: http://metawitch.blogspot.com/2007/10/apples-of-big-sur-calm-tour.html

"Time Enough At Last" Part 1.

Ladies and Gentleman of the council for green, smart, clean, organic, peace, pro-choice, suicide machine, and somewhat diluted ambience of the future. I know nothing of the ways of right and wrong, nor do I challenge those who do. I wake everyday with an opposing stance to the life long fight, and sleep that night fighting the opposition. This is my right, for I am human after all, am I not? I'm an evolved ape, don't hold me accountable.

I am not at home. I am a good 600 miles from it. Los Angeles, the desert queen is dehydrating my brain, cracking the flesh of my lips and feet. Blood pools the tiles of my mind, and my muscles ache from lack of water. The cross I bear is sharp and splintered and I know not of it's origin or species. Lonesome is the heart of I, like the "Omega Man" or Burgess Meredith in The Twilight Zone's, "Time Enough At Last". My dream, only to find that quiet library at the end of existence, and to sit down with a few hundred books on a foggy afternoon, and bid you all goodbye. I don't need much, and for the most part I don't need the things around me. It's all distraction from the "Great Work", and in my Alchemy I suffer in discipline. Is this too much to ask? I don't see why it should be a problem. No one is here. No one is listening. No one really exists in this sphere. That's the way I like it.

All this must be fixed. All things will be mended. All will pass.

Feel good trip #3

Ladies and gentleman of the jury, I present you the disgust that rests with the corridoors of my stomach. Don't try this at home. No more commercials or modeling for me.

1. In n out double cheeseburger
2. In n out fries. Half of them.
3. AMPM hot dog.
4. Twizzler pull n peel.
5. AMPM slushie
6. Water
7. 2 del taco soft chicken tacos.
8. Del taco fries with del scorcho sauce.
9. Half bean burrito.
10. Lemonade.

I'm a mess. Yes I'm a true glutton for vacation truck stop suicide meals.
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Feel Good Trip #2

The I-5 is a death passage. Nothing to see, nothing to think about. Then there is AMPM. We stopped, searched, and thanks to the gods of disgust, the slurpie machine was glowing Constatine's crucifix in the sky. Cold to the teeth, the glorious coke slush. I'm happy once again.

Justin is talking to notoriously insane Josh Binder. Big time Hollywood talk in the desert of dust and waiting to be slaughtered cows. We ride the snake to the 4th of July.
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The Feel Good "Trip" and I mean trip of the summer. # 1

The crew:
Casey
Samantha
Justin
And myself.

I showed up in Burbank at 3. An hour late. That's me. Packed up the jeep, hit the road, how sweating, tired of the Los Angeles shit storm. I'm out of here. It's the 4th tomorrow. Fort Bragg holds the keys of recreation and relaxation and debachery.

Over the grape vine we swept, and just shot our first music video. A time lapse to "feel good hit" by Queens of the Stone Age. We're riding high. My head is itching, I'm crampped and painin'. Leather seats, swampin ass. I need a drink. Maybe a pineapple and vodka. A tropical rum drink perhaps. Not needing to get lit. Just wanna soothe the nerves of fire, douse the flames, warm the kidneys. Give my body a present. The gift of vacation has begun.

Justin is high on god knows what. Casey might kill him. We'll see. Samantha is trying to sing along. Death cruise/pleasure cruise. Bryan Ferry is my co-pilot. Ouspensky is my bible. Parties on bro.
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