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last night tres cool, played Kool Keith's Black Elvis/Lost in Space for Tony on the way down to Jessie's, then she drove us in to 1470, angel she is. i am pleased to report that 1470's still is cool after all these years. spent every dime i had at the bar (of course) buying rinks for me & Tony, started out with a coupla Long Island Iced Teas and he had 2 40s Crazy Horse on the way, drank whiskey at first then upstairs (finally at 11:30, open) we had several Killian'ses cheaply... first song i danced to was Sisters of Mercy's "This Corrosion" because i don't care what anyone says about them, they still rock my world, whiny and pretentious though Eldritch may be. danced all night long and they even played "Time Warp" (i found that me & my companions seemed to have forgotten the words after not having RHPS here for years now) and that Halloween song from The Nightmare Before Christmas, plus plenty of good old early 90's industrial and goth... i wore my black denims, Chuck Taylors, a nice totally black long-sleeved button-up shirt (buttoned down actually) and my leather jacket and let my hair fly all over the place. Good Times.

burn, Hollywood, burn!

i am to believe that i am not cool unless i buy into fake Hollywood glamor culture and the ad machine that runs it, selling america a lie and a sham, wrapped in plastic and falsely labeled "soul". i am to believe that those models i see in print ads and on television are much better than me, unless i buy what they sell (still no guarantees, in fact when i get home and unwrap it, always i find that there is simply more to buy and that i've been had every time and no one will look at me or give me the time of day unless i am as "hip" (ha!) as these corporate mascot sons and daughters of advertising flakes and fiscal robots want us to think they are). i am fed up with Hollywood, i am fed up with media, i am fed up with stars and celebrities and most of all the idolization and downright worship of celebrities and the mass marketing of this fucked up celebrity culture we have allowed to replace genuine life with. i am fed up with the handful of "musicians" who make a profit and the media conglomerates who built or cloned them, who never promote or pay decent artists or art and therefore end up ripping off the artists in equal amounts as they do the consumers. i am fed up with fashion. i am fed up with the lie that i will never be one of the beautiful people, when in reality i already am, and the ones they sell to us as beautiful people are not only ugly, but disgusting and gluttonous. i am fed up with the violence-orgies that are packaged as entertainment. i am fed up with pale, shallow, focus-grouped imitations of reality. i am fed up with the machine. i am fed up with the machine. i am fed up with the machine. i am not a commodity. i am not a product. i am no longer entertained by what depraved nonsense now goes by the name of "entertainment." i am not giving in to Hollywood's demands that i be rich and shiny. i am not ever going to believe what ads try to train me to think. i am not enriched by this spectacle. i am not simply a consumer. i am not a voluntary member of any target demographic. Hollywood is bloodless and bloody and bloodthirsty. Hollywood is a fiction i don't care to know any more. Hollywood is not the home of one single dream of mine. Hollywood is not america. Hollywood is a pimp trying to turn us all into fucked-out whores. Hollywood is not real. Hollywood is not the birthplace of civilisation, despite what they want us to believe. i do not believe in anything that comes out of Hollywood or from Madison Avenue. Hollywood is not america. fashion is a disease. Hollywood is not america. i do not want idols; i want ideals. Hollywood is not america. Hollywood is not america.

(i offer no apologies to those few i know who work in that sick industry, love them though i do. get out while you still have a soul... before it winds up on e-bay, fucked-out and hollow and spent like a used piece of trash. there is still hope. it is never too late to become real again; even the plastic Pinocchios can do that.)

FUCK ILLUSION.