Rush Hour Revelations

One of the roomies got badly trashed last night. Now that's nothing new here in the Casa De Michi, but let me narrow this down a bit. I'm not talking about hungry, giggling & veg in front of the TV wasted. Nor am I refering to the tipsy, loud & angry kind of wasted. This was hold them up in the shower and hit them with bursts of cold water so they don't pass out into a coma wasted. So though earlier forecasts called for me watching Samuari Champloo & calling it the night, instead i'm on 'watch', so to speak, making sure no ambulances need be called. Around a quarter to two in the morning the emergency was called off.
Four hours later and i'm running late to work. I slept through the alarm, which means it was shrieking for a good hour before I popped out of dream land to slap it off the nightstand. Because i'm on public transpo if I don't leave before 8am there is no conceivable way i'll be in on time at nine. This being July 4th weekend I have a lot to knock out if I don't want to be stuck playing catch up over the weekend. My only option is to call a cab.
Somewhere on 285 W
"So the banks will be having everyone put computer chips under peoples skin. Y'know like the mark of the beast. And if they don't they'll starve, be cut off. That's how they'll do it! Everyone knows what's going on, everyone knows what They're doing!"
That's my ride. My 25$ dollars to work ride. We got on this subject because I wanted to confirm to her that I'd be paying with the card. That was my mistake and i'll be paying for it for the next 15 minutes. I shit you not when I say that by the time we pulled into the bank George Bush, Marilyn Manson & Sarah Jessica Parker had all been implicated by the One-Bank-One-World-Satanic conspiracy. I want you to picture that little get together for a second. Was it a byobS(bring your own blood sacrifice?). What do you think George & Marilyn talked about between chanting choruses of 'Cthulu R'yleh'.
"So umm... Marilyn, how's the new record coming?"
"Oh well ... y'know George I just can't burn enough christian babies to get the back up vocals right.*Sigh* How 'bout you? How's the war coming along?"
"Oh fine... fine... the dark ones are pleased and soon we'll have all the Iraqi's implanted with an I-pod in their skull. Ohhh... there's Sarah with our mahitos!"

I do that writer thing I do. I just nod along. Just like the Navy: "I can neither confirm or deny that statement!". I follow it as something like this. They are coming out with a new credit card that allows you to scan your purchases and have it deducted from your account automatically. That means that soon it won't be necessary to provide a signature and that will lead to a rise in credit fraud & super information highway robbery. They will respond to the demand for tighter security clearance by creating a skin graft or chip implant that will allow your purchases to be scanned with no risk of a stolen identity. ((Unless, I guess, cunning thiefs decide to just lob off the body part with the chip in it and go shopping- literally costing only an arm & leg- but I kept that insight to myself))Now according to the bible, the devil really, really is interested in information gathering technologies. If God is THE CEO then I guess the Devil runs the IT department? So it's chips & tats for the human race. Which pisses God off to no end. It's like a family sitcom when the wacky teenager gets a tatoo against Dads wishes-- only instead of it ending with a laugh track & a quick, simplistic morale lesson it ends in eternal damnation.

"But people are'nt stupid" She says as we pull onto Johnson Ferry Rd. "People be knowing what George Bush & Marilyn Manson & Sarah Jessica Parker be seeing. They know what's going on but don't want to say nothin'. Right?"
"Oh yeah!" (Sweet Jesus why can't you smoke in cabs anymore)
"People see the lies!"
"Does'nt mean they recognize them"
"What?"
"Turn here at the next light"


So two consecutive days of minimum sleep. Rob Of The Living Dead. Just another one of the coffee zombies of the preweekend America. But all I gotta do is get by the next five hours. Be cool, keep my head down. Shut up and concentrate and it's off to a three day weekend of L____, fireworks, comicbooks, barbeques, roman candle fights on Eaglerock, anime & other assorted chicanery. Not sure if I'll make the House of Yes party tonight or the The Big City Burlesque show over at Mulligans (though if your a local reading this both come highly recommended to anyone with more than an accumulated 6 hours of sleep over the last two days!)
Alright that's me i'll holler at ya cats at lunch
xx00xx

I've been staring at this screen too long...

The edge of my vision is blurry. I'm in a dream trance. Between the lands of Sleep & Wake is the limbo known as Work.

Behold! Witness the secrets of the Invisible Community Colleges Lab X - the abbatoir of dreams! See the dreaded Telos Cage: An experimental TV skull built by a rare collaboration between Aleister Crowley, Charles Dexter Ward & Henry Ford. Designed to act as a telepathic video projector, that has been built into a deep sea diving helmet. Allowing instanteous image based commuincation between the fictional & the real. Between terrestials & ultraterrestials. The Subject: Jack o' the Jade Lands aka The Green man: Recently captured on an expedition into the inner worlds of the subconscious. An astral Safari if you will. He(?) has been drugged and dragged out into the "Real" world. Fitted into one of the Telos Cages and made to sing. His thoughts are scalpel cut and spread across the countenance screen. Antediluvian monsters flicker across the ghost green light; sinister gods play Cross Dress-up with left over nightmares found at the bottom of the collective closet; phallic sea serpets wrap coyly around sinking ships & Scarlet Women wait lethargicly for 7 headed beasts to ride. The helmet muffles the Green mans screams for mercy. These screams will be recorded by an Echogram and through the secrets of black math and Ouija engines will predict the inevitable arrival of the Ancient Ones.