The first good thing I’ve seen on TV since I’ve been in Oklahoma came on tonight. It was Doug Stanhope’s Showtime comedy schtick — fucking brilliant from beginning to end (followed of course by regularly programmed Showtime bullshit). He’s the only living comedian I’ve heard who actually pushes Bill Hicks’ maniacal agenda to [...]

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Walking to the car is like being pinned at the Devil’s crotch as a melting 8-track blares Led Zeppelin’s “Immigrant Song” in slow motion. I’ve never seen pigeons on fire before.

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This feeling of being lonely and very temporary visitors in the universe is in flat contradiction to everything known about man (and all other living organisms) in the sciences. We do not “come into” this world; we come out of it, as leaves from a tree. As the ocean “waves,” the universe “peoples.” [...]

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In the early days of politicized television, presidential contenders communicated with their constituencies via an elaborate system of quasi-fascist cartoons. Behold:

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Run for the door. Bite. Pinch. Jab.
Whatever it takes.
As the pamphlet in the chairback states,
your seat-cushion has something to do
with apokotastasis. Sell off your stocks
and myriad properties; imagine your mug
on bronze or brass statues. Rack memory
for wrongs — you’ll find them, I promise.
Get cozy with the way you chain-clamped
a concrete [...]

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A team of super-agents travel to Estonia to fight a secret guild of Nazi dwarves. Very unusual, indeed.

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This may be the only consumer item that I really want . . . but it doesn’t quite exist yet.

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