Archive for August, 2014


Friday, August 29th, 2014

ISIS is a Satanic death cult. It, and other groups like it, are Satan’s army. Good and evil. These are Lord of the Rings times. Islam is the religion of Sauron.

Meanwhile, God’s army, under the non-leadership of Barack Obama is scattered, indecisive, lacking in confidence, unwilling to face the reality of the threat, for fear of giving offense, for fear of responsibility, for fear of acknowledging the beyond life and death seriousness of existence.


Saturday, August 23rd, 2014

1970. One evening when we were living on Waller, I was tripping on acid and decided to go for a walk. It was already dark. I was down on Haight at Scott, the borderline between the Haight and the Fillmore (At that time a black ghetto, since gentrified), and this black dude (we called them spades back then) accosted me and asked for a light, which I didn’t have. Then he asked me where I was going. Oh, just out for a walk. Then he patted me down to see if I had anything worth stealing, which I didn’t. Then he invited me to a house party, but I didn’t go. His vibes were great throughout the transaction.

Brown Stamps

Saturday, August 23rd, 2014

I remember when we were living on Waller St, corner of Scott. Back then it was on the borderline with the Fillmore, which was a black ghetto pretty much, before it got gentrified. The corner store, where I went for cigarettes, gave out Brown stamps when you bought something there.


Zodiac killed a cop in a parked car one block down on Waller, june 19, 1970. I’m pretty sure I heard the shot. It was like 5:30 in the morning.

Gentle as a Dove

Saturday, August 16th, 2014

Sitting on the porch swing, Southern dusk, sipping some Jameson’s. The oxycodone kicked in awhile ago. Some morning doves have made a nest at the top of the porch pillar over in the corner. They do this several times a year, hatch out a batch. It has become a tradition. This year they didn’t show up again for awhile after the first batch. I said to Candace, maybe they want to have the old nest cleaned out. Candace cleaned it out, and they were back the next day. It’s the perfect place, sheltered from the rain and the wind and the sun, invisible to anyone not on the porch, maid service, They just have to put up with the humans that come and go, and sit on the porch, and take their picture. Luckily these are gentle folk who live here.