...more so if you're concerned about the antics of Ordnung, Von Gehl and myself.

So because of a public transit strike I was walking literally across town from a western suburb where my girlfriend lives to my my house that is so far east I'm practically in new jersey. On my few hour walk home yesterday morning I stopped to see that our Mayor here in Philadelphia, Michael Nutter, was talking outside at city hall about how if the Phillies win the world series again this year the city can't afford to clean up the mess made by the celebrating public. Last year people were knocking down street light poles, throwing dead birds around, smashing store windows, and doing barrel rolls with flaming city trash cans. That I saw myself along with Miss Shari who at the time lived in center city in the heart of the chaos.

So having never seen any of our Mayors in person I stopped to take his picture. I figure if I ever feel the need to make art dissing the guy it'd be more aesthetically pleasing to use a picture I myself took. Besides like UHURU slogan says, "THROW NUTTER IN THE GUTTER!".

So as I'm walking away from this little speech of his after like 2 minutes (I could give a fuck less about sports) I get about not even 30 feet away before I see a naked homeless woman in the bushes of city hall. Right in between city hall, and the Masonic Temple. That is as in the Masonic Temple, the first in the country and the one our founding Fathers plotted and schemed in. I guess we don't have to "THROW NUTTER IN THE GUTTER!" after all, he's in one already.


America is over.

Prepare for Vinland, prepare for Azatlan, etc. or get the Technocratic Zionist police city state you deserve.

So I went to this absurd but amusing art opening/show last night. My friend Gary and his wife Victoria work for this one sex toy company. The company they work for makes this sex toy that is molded from the body of this one fat chick porn actress. The art last night consisted of plaster castings made from the same mold as the sex toy, and in turn the plaster castings were painted by various artists. Also Gary's band Bitchslicer played along with this band Clamfight. There was tons of liquor and porn being played in multiple rooms while some of the actresses themselves milled around with the crowd. I talked briefly with the girl who's cunt was the basis of the evening. A great deal of women try to get the world revolving around their vaginas, but for one night one specific woman managed to do so.

Sex, death and Francophilia.

Every kiss is a prayer-


I'm in love...

Sweet Blood-


Further reports from your Vulture.

Always True-


Canines' wail
At the ghetto bird
shots in the distance, music we heard
Steal away every breath
live in reverse and excess
From the the ruins
into the sun
above the ocean against everyone
eat and be eaten
is always true
I will show you
I always do

Our tech situation at the black room is not completely worked out yet. But I have new songs, new videos, and tons of new pictures to load up, as well as a mountain of shit to talk. But in the mean time here is a dream I was sent-

"Not last night but the night before I dreamed about you. You were sewing a button onto your nipple and I helped you. I was like.. "I thought you wouldnt mind alil help" and you were like "yeah thanks" or something. The button was very big a clear in my mind and left me with an image of a circle with a cross in the center and a dot or little circle at the end of each line. (I wish I could draw in here but just imagine what a button looks like when its got thread in it and thats the symbol) We were on the shore of some body of water but it was tree lined not sand...all wooded. We were teaching and reading to groups of people. Someone put a poem in the shape of a circle up on like a projection thing and I read it aloud.. I cant remember what it said tho. Then you had 2 or 3 friends come by and join for a song performance while you were conducting some kind of science experiment with the tide, placing a long string in the woods where the water would rise to and on the end of it there was some kind of gadget that would collect data to be read later."

A bunch of shit to report, but I'll keep this quick. A lot of crazy dreams, but I'm saving them for a 'zine project. Two 'zines are coming from me. I 've been writing more as of late.

The other day while going into Shari's building I was (of course) approached by a crazy old black guy in the elevator who had a hand written note and a bunch of lottery tickets in his hand. He said to me that I seem liked someone who would understand the situation he was in. In his notes he had tried to find the numerical value of the words "kill" and "death" (which he equated to 11 after a convoluted explanation) and the numerical value of the phrase "Masons killing Dogs". We talked a bit about the Masonic value of 33, the Illuminati, etc.. He then said he tried to play those numbers in the lottery that day but the lottery ticket machine gave him the wrong numbers. He was bothered by this, thinking weird forces were at work. I told him that reality has an immune system that tries to keep people from hacking it. He laughed in agreement, seemed pleased with what I had to say, and we parted ways.

I'm not sure what this song is actually called, but this is a scene from the wonderful film La Vie en rose. I was just cutting up this scene to sample in one of my own tracks and thought it would be good to put up by itself. I made it black and white and added reverb and delay to it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tpFhqCsI6mI

Add this profile for the project E.M.P., great people from NYC- http://www.myspace.com/empnoise

A new video from Quell-




I've had some crazy dreams the past few days.

One night I had a series of dreams that spilled quickly from one into another. At some point I was watching TV with Bryan Babylon and some show was making fun of the occult. They had these goofy guys in a ritual that included noise music made with chainsaws and backwards voices.
A little boy was there and got freaked out. They asked him why and he said it was because he knew what the backwards voices were saying. Then Bryan was like, "Oh this is the TV show about the kid who gets taken by Grays". The dream then shifts to be about this diary the kid has that talks about Grays and a bunch of diagrams are shown from it. Bryan mentions something about this one book I forget the title of, and the dream shifts to this guy standing on the edge of the woods with a gun.

Out from the woods emerges a very tall lanky Satyr with large horns. Its very stand offish to the guy and even says "What could that gun do to me?". Even though the dream is in 3rd person, well sort of I'm watching it, the Satyr keeps looking at me an knows I'm watching him.

The night before last I had a very difficult psychic dream. It was near schizophrenic and physically stressful. I was in a state of a split personality and was compelled to evoke this spirit that I think was already partially in me. It was trying to use its foothold to get deeper in me so I would in turn invoke Papa Legba. It was some weird encounter with domineering Yoruban entities. I know voodou goes on in my part of town and that the Loa make themselves know to people in areas that others are working with them.

Last night something similar happened to Ordnung, though I'll let him comment on it.

This past week was crazy and amazing. From long distance cohorts coming into town (Willy and Sean), to the voluptuous rapture of long intoxicated nights with wild beasts of women, to hanging out with church of satan folks, and to go see Non, talk shit with Herr Rice again and end up meeting some great people from NYC, my enthusiasm is full force. As America falls apart Vinland rises.

This here is rather amusing-



A dream this past week partially inspired by the Thomas Nola song "vanity is a sin". They day before I had the dream I was listing to the song, which details lurid escapades with a nun and was thinking that it would be funny if the story was true. Its a great song, go get it.

I had a dream where I was in another city with David Williams and Ordnung. In this dream I met a young girl in high school, a very small, slight girl with long light brown hair. She had a boyfriend but quickly forgot about him. I spent most of this dream running around with this girl. In the dream we fell in love with one another. Her personality was meek and sycophantic and a tad naively loyal and serving. It was time to return to philly, and the girl wanted to go there with us. But she was only 17 and in high school. So I went to her home. She was raised by nuns and priests. Apparently her birth was never registered, she had no birth certificate or SSI number. Legally they couldn't keep her from leaving with me because legally they had no control over a girl who didn't exist. I asked a man there about what was the story with this girl's unusual birth and he told me that I had to talk to a guy named Thomas Nola. It dawned on me that this girl was the bastard love child of vanity is a sin. She was a hidden child of some nun.

In real life I called up David Williams to tell him about the dream, and asked him to ask Thomas Nola if the lyrics to vanity is a sin were true or not. Thomas actually happened to be in town when I called. Apparently the lyrics are pure fiction.



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I found this here written in the oil refinery. The sentiment expressed here is indicative why there are always people who after a period of being crusty go over over traditionalist inspired forms of culture. The squatter lifestyle is a tribal regression and so obviously in white kids this would lead to a pagan reawakening. In a sense of return and renewal there is not the proletariat but the volk, not the commune but the village. Notice ARA types are never from the squatter end of punk rock culture. The Cultural Marxism that informs the sentiment behind efforts like ARA or the OPP is still based on Semitic alienation. The squatter lifestyle reinforces the body and the sensual too much to not allow instinct to destroy rhetoric and transcend alienation between the mind and body given time. The oil refinery still stands as a big Jungian Rorschach ready stir up the primordial in many a dirty boy and girl.



Humorously enough after the Non show this past weekend Justin, Von Gehl and I spent a day hanging out with some badass folks on a similar page that were all from c-squat and we talked quite a bit about this topic.

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This here is being added for Adrina's sake, some lyrics she has to learn.

Force and heat

Flowers grow to the sun
Birds dart through the trees
Holy moon at night
our sight to the seas

It could be the woods
It could be a city street
Dancing in a swirl
of force and heat

I saw the sun shine through
the cracks of a vine covered wall
I heard the birds sing
for the rain to wash away it all

It could be the woods
It could be a city street
Dancing in a swirl
of force and heat

The moon revealed a storm
in which there was a voice
that spoke without words
devoid of choice

It could be the woods
It could be a city street
Dancing in a swirl
of force and heat

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZK4WGAB4jB8
EL Textures, life on and around the EL Train.