Mindstorm

A fearsome & fantastic journey to the heart of the Savage Id.

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Read my book, The Mind-Warp Era. It'll tell you about the real Lead--& his alter-ego, the true Rootboy covered with slime (the Savage Id). Partly a poignant memoir, partly a cosmicomic book, it relays the Id's adventures thru dark dimensions of funereal dread, with Timothy Leary as co-pilot. (The rumors of his death have been greatly exaggerated.)

Monday, December 25, 2006

cyber-death

As I'm sure you are aware -- as every child of the 60s was -- that Timothy Leary pushed acid, was arrested, incarcerated, & was eventually paroled for ratting on some of his old buddies in the Black Panthers & the Weathermen. What most people aren't aware of is that in the 80s Tim really began to push the envelope. He kept sending me letters in envelopes that were actually entire sheets of hi-powered blotter acid. The first time I dropped envelope it kept me high for 3 days of fun & music (I have a big stereo, which is great to listen to while stoned). I finally killed the envelope buzz by taking a high dose of thorazine.
Now, it is my turn to push the envelope: I found a whole stash of old envelopes, which, whatever he put on them, has retained its kick for 20 years.
So did you ever read "Andy Morlock's Dead"? www.onewest.net/~jbauer/morlock.htm It's currently #3 in the Velvet Underground Webring. (The Velvet Underground being Andy Warhol's band, famous for songs like "Heroin" ("When the Heroin is in my blood & the blood is in my head then I'm better off than dead.") or "Waiting for the Man" ("He's got the works, gives you a sweet taste, & then he's got to split 'cause he's got no time to waste.")) I intend to make Morlock #1 by completing the story -- that would be Morlock's Twin, the same way Judas Didymos Thomas was Jesus' twin. After all, Morlock & Lead are both reanimated in the bodies of twin women.
I'm trying to use my web pages as a way to push my book, while in turn pushing the envelope in regard to the writing. I'm going thru my websites to add hyperlinks straight to the page where you can purchase the book.
Rewriting Morlock will be one phase of this project. In the story we have an initial section, Dead#1-Dead#9, for which "Twin of Morlock" will be the sequel. To make sure it's written in its proper state, I'll eat my entire supply of envelopes, while all of my VU discs are in the changer. Doing it this way should keep it close to the original, which I wrighted (with both hemispheres) while on a nutmeg binge. (Nutmeg can have psychedelic effects when made into herb tea.) Unfortunately, nutmeg drives up blood & ocular pressure; I have problems with both; I can't use it. This leaves me with my trusty stash of envelopes.
I should be able to finish "Twin of Morlock" Tuesday & Wednesday, when Trish is back at work. Writing psychedelic word salad, with or without psychedelic drugs isn't all that hard; the problem is that I somehow screwed up my FTP. A couple years ago, I downloaded WS_Ftp for a free trial. At that point, I uploaded links to www.iuniverse.com , but left it to the reader to sort thru the search engine & find the book. Now, I've decided to create hyperlinks directly to the page where you can order the book.
So the grace period on WS_FTP expired & my dreams tarried into oblivion, at least until I was Abilified. Once I decided to work seriously with my web pages again, I downloaded a free FTP -- & another, & another; none of them worked. The tech at OneWest told me I could ftp for free off Internet Explorer 7, & my brother Joe figured out how, when I called just before he left for Denver. However, I kept getting these annoying messages saying, "You have chosen to make WS_FTP your default FTP. Continue with WS_FTP? Yes? No?". Although this was a mere nuisance, I tried to uninstall WS_FTP, & therein lies my error. What I did apparently affected all FTPs globally. If none of my brothers or my friend Ted from the Internet can't figure out how to repair the system, we'll have to take it into the shop.
This comes at a particularly bad time, as Trish has doctor bills from her foot surgery, we had to call the plumber (twice) to fix a gas leak in the basement, & they're only giving us $10.00 in food stamps.
Even with the FTP busted, the adventures of Lead on the silver moon must be written. I'll start today, before Trish wakes up -- even though I took 3 sleeping pills last night, I woke up at 5:30 anyway.
Merry X-mas & happy New

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