LSR Notes: 1/31/21

Jubilee …

The derivatives overhang implies ONE IMPORTANT FACT … While some “loan forgiveness” may occur … THERE CAN BE NO #JUBILEE in their system … The very moment the “above surface” debts are eliminated, then the exotic instruments, hiding deep below the waters, surface.

Matthew 23

Guards have left the prison …

In the last 2 days my twitter account has received 2 notices of “12 hour suspension” and nothing happened. Hard to say what this means.

One interpretation? – we are very close to a point in time when TPTB just don’t GIVE A FUCK what we say and do … and that kind of explains the “Game Stop” trauma-drama as well … “go ahead, pretend you have choices … y’all be dead in a few weeks”.

The return of our Lord will be like a thunderclap, but without ANY indication of storm … It will be shocking, in the way that being hit over the back of the head can be “shocking”. And as far as “safe places” go? There is only one: with Jesus, in your heart.

“Dark Winter to Come …”

Thoughts from 2015 …

Valiantly We Build

“In times of stress be bold and valiant.”

~ Horace, c. 11 BC

So far we have received verbal commitments for about $140,000 from people who want to be members of our prospective community in Oklahoma. Thursday 28 January 2021 Mike and I were contacted by a woman in Texas with a two-thousand-acre ranch who is seeking help with building a community there. Since August 2020, I’ve been working with a friend regarding his 640-acre property near Terlingua. A group in Dallas contacted us early in January about an 80-acre property they have been researching in Wood county, Texas. This week I’m discussing the possibility of heading to Keene, New Hampshire for a 70-acre project there. A friend in Colorado has found 160 acres for sale near Bedrock where we might also be buying the general store.

About ten days ago, I was contacted by an old friend building in the Carpathian mountains in eastern Europe. One of my friends from the space movement, Dennis Feucht, is in the highlands (a thousand feet elevation) of Belize not far from San Ignacio. Friends in Canada have found hundreds of acres in Ontario and acreage in other places they’ve told me about. There’s a recent contact in Idaho with a project there. A lady in Maine contacted me about two properties there. A lady in Georgia wants to go home to the Roan Mountain area of Tennessee and has found some good prospective properties. There’s a group I’ve worked with for several years that has a small place in Arizona and there are other places for sale nearby. A group in West Virginia has a project going in that area, and we keep hearing of others.

For example, picks up where the terrible fraud of Galt’s Gulch Chile left off, and is actually doing a pretty good job from what I’ve been able to discern. There is a group in Honduras headed by Massimo Mazzone who is using a special economic zone to build a free city using the ideas of Spencer MacCallum. Recently, two places in Mexico have been suggested for freedom community building.

Back in 2017, when I started the Resilient Ways Foundation, we were determined to recruit a good board of advisors. One of my friends in the freedom movement, Wendy McElroy, agreed to join us as an advisor. We also were given encouragement by Doug Casey who has, for many years now, owned a very large estancia in the Salta province of Argentina where he built “La Estancia Cafayete.” Recent events have led many people to look closely at what they really need, and many people are concluding that they need to build a home for freedom.

One of Wendy’s essays, “I the Person versus We the People” contains this important quote: “Josiah Warren’s disillusionment led him to conclude that social harmony required a radical individualism that he labeled ‘the Sovereignty of the Individual.’ In his work Practical Details, Warren explained the meaning of this phrase: ‘Society must be so converted as to preserve the SOVEREIGNTY OF EVERY INDIVIDUAL inviolate. That it must avoid all combinations and connections of persons and interests, and all other arrangements which will not leave every individual at all times at liberty to dispose of his or her person, and time, and property in any manner in which his or her feelings or judgment may dictate, WITHOUT INVOLVING THE PERSONS OR INTERESTS OF OTHERS.” Thus, Warren planted the seeds of a fundamentally individualist approach to society, which was further developed by the next generation. His protégé Benjamin Tucker expanded on this theory, maintaining that society did not exist — only individuals did.”

Profiles in Valiance

Mike Swatek, chief engineer, is responsible for the design of facilities and systems needed to make everything work. He is the primary person responsible for the VALIANT project in Oklahoma. Mike has extensive experience in drainage and land use planning, offshore oil production, robotics, systems design, software development, and root cause failure analysis. Mike has been involved in mechanical, and propulsion engineering for over thirty years. He brings a deep knowledge of product and process development along with a genuine love for effective solutions to our company. Mike has extensive contacts in the engineering side of oil & gas especially submersible pumps. He operates his consulting and manufacturing businesses from his 30-acre home near Eucha, Oklahoma.

Chris Boehr, vision director, is responsible for developing and implementing the liberty vision and policies of the company. A board member of the Science of Society Foundation, Chris is a software engineer, team leader and algorithm scientist with extensive experience creating complex software for a variety of products and applications involving the transmission and processing of video content, firmware, and programming for banks. His recent focus has been on video image processing, face recognition, airborne vapor detection and identification, signal processing, data communication, & intuitive user interfaces. He has extensive experience with cryptocurrencies, gold mining, and luxury products sales including diamonds. His book The Liberty Project details the effective ways to implement freedom communities based on the writings of Spencer Heath, Spencer MacCallum, Alvin Lowi, and Chris’s own in depth knowledge of the topic.

David Mayoh, director. David is primarily concerned with forming new structures and institutions that are reflective of humanity’s deeper need for freedom and free association. By learning from past wisdom, as well as the natural world, David seeks to reimagine how we operate in business and with one another. Currently working in the emerging field of psychedelic medicine, David has historically worked in the realms of IR, platform technology, law, culinary, and most happily, with plants as a gardener and landscaper.

Lisa Bowman, property manager, brings extensive experience in rental property management for an impressive list of clients. Providing these services requires a high degree of trust and dependability which is demonstrated with her continuing relationship with her clients and her growing clientele. For the project in Oklahoma, there would be rentals in the categories of: long term home site leases; bed and breakfast room rentals; self storage rentals; campground rentals including RV pull-throughs.

Some Media Links

I’ve been asked to post links to some of the discussions about this work. Here is the link to Ernie Hancock’s show at the end of December 2020.

About a week later, I was on Free Talk Live discussing the opportunity to build in Keene. It now looks like I may be invited to come visit and develop the business plan there, and maybe work on some other projects for a bit, some time in February. I’m also being asked to travel to Colorado for the VALIANT project out there. So it is a busy time for me. Which means I am looking for more work!

An old friend once said that if you want to see something done, ask a busy man. The other kind has no time. Turns out the concept has been around for a long time.

Here are some videos of the property in Oklahoma, including some of the springs and the view from the height.

Who is the Market for Freedom?

Long time readers of L. Neil Smith’s The Libertarian Enterprise may recall that I’ve written several essays about the tendency of Americans to withdraw from the system. The most recent figures I’ve reported are that 123 million did not vote in 2018 and in 2019 about 115 million did not file income tax papers. At that time 95 million were counted as “not in the work force” though only 41 million were receiving food stamps – meaning that 54 million or more Americans are making it work without being “employed” in some coercive, manipulated, heavily taxed occupation.

Back in 1991, all my illusions about how the American system actually works were eliminated, destroyed when I was falsely accused in February 1991 of “felony gambling promotion of a lottery” because of a lawful sweepstakes my friends in the Houston Space Society and I organised between May 1990 and December 1990 to give away a trip to the Mir space station. We had a contract with Glavkosmos in October 1990 for that purpose. In May 1991, the state of Texas attorney general and the Harris county Texas district attorney agreed to drop the false charges, admitting we had been conducting a sweepstakes the entire time. Nevertheless, my business was destroyed, and my finances ruined.

During the ensuing thirty years, I have been looking for a free country. I concluded by 2004 that there were none, and that in order to have a free country one would need to be created. With that idea in mind, I had joined Courtney Smith’s New Country Foundation in 1995 when he founded it. He and I worked with Michael van Notten and Spencer MacCallum through 2002 on the Somali Free Port project and the Awdal Roads Company, but it was not possible to build a free port in Africa where we wanted to do so.

In 2004, at a meeting in Three Forks Montana, I helped draft the declaration of independence of the Free Mountain West. I continue to believe that the mountain communities of North America are the best hope for freedom. The spirit of the frontier and the determination of free people make these great places to live. Accordingly, I am focused mainly on Appalachia, Ozarkia, and Cordilleria for new freedom communities. I believe that by creating a network of these places, we will be able to build a free society, a voluntary social order, many new businesses, and a culture of individual liberty. No other place in the world that I’ve been is even close in terms of readiness to build freedom.

How it started: Voluntaryists & Agorists Living In Absolute Non-Aggression Today (VALIANT)

A memorial to Spencer MacCallum and some more details: VALIANT Too

A look at Howard Lichtman’s project for New Hampshire and beyond: The Art of Liberty

Which States, Though?

Below is a map that I’ve presented several times, which I think is worth seeing again.

As you can see, places like Maryland, New Jersey, Hawai’i, big cities in New York state, and coastal California are extremely unlikely to be good places for freedom. Nor are the populations in Nevada and New Mexico as keenly pro-freedom as those in other parts of Appalachia, Ozarkia, and Cordilleria. I think much can be done in the bright green states above, which are “constitutional carry” states, meaning that they recognise no permit is ever needed by anyone to keep and bear arms.

Progress Report

Today we have a far more advanced business plan, just under 60 pages, detailing the things we know about the property in Oklahoma and the people we’re working with to make it happen. We just today picked up a new team member, and accountant who is very interested in living in the VALIANT community in the Oklahoma Ozarks.

Our chief engineer, Mike Swatek, has done great work laying out the lots, identifying the issues with the property, and showing where the existing ATV paths can be best made into roads for the community. We’ve identified costs and opportunities related to developing the front of the property for a bed and breakfast, an agorist market, a campground, RV pull-throughs, and self storage sheds. We’re looking at moving forward swiftly in coming weeks.

Meanwhile, we are also very happy to provide consulting and support services to anyone seeking to build a freedom community near themselves. In fact, I think the team in the Keene, New Hampshire area has nearly all the skills to implement the VALIANT project plan there, on the 70 acres we’ve located across the road from the gun club. So it should be possible to move forward quickly there and in many other places.

What Next for America?

I think it is indicative of a vast change in what is going on in our world that one of the big freedom conferences no longer finds Las Vegas an acceptable home for their event. Late last year, I gather, Mark Skousen and his team decided to take to South Dakota. Why? They just don’t get to have an event the way they want to in Las Vegas, so they moved away.

I believe that’s going to be reflected in a lot of movement during the course of this year. People who have lived in big coastal cities are now clear that obedience to the communist collective is being demanded, symbolised by hiding your face from view, keeping your distance, not being allowed to shake hands, hug, or speak face to face with anyone. The joyless filth who represent the oligarchy that claims power over the people of our world are no longer pretending to be tolerant. So there will be many bad things in big cities. I recommend you seriously reflect on getting. Get uphill. Get rural. Cities may become death zones even more than they are now.

The Arguments for Leasehold

Like everything else we’re doing with this open source project to create a community where may be found Voluntaryists & Abolitionists Living in Absolute Non-aggression Today (VALIANT) our purpose is to end the state. To end the state we must avoid doing things to bring it wealth and power.

You don’t own your home, now. You lease the ground it sits on and the improvements you’ve made to it from your county government in most states in the USA, parish government in Louisiana I guess. You pay property taxes, and these are “assessed” by a parasite who works for the county who is the “tax assessor” and may also be the tax collector. These filthy vermin hate humanity and want to evict anyone who doesn’t pay their taxes, and most sheriffs are happy to oblige. So don’t come at me with “I want to own my own home and you won’t let me” because you don’t, and your argument is tiresome.

Consider a trailer park. You own the trailer you park there, which might be a double wide or a single wide or an airstream or a mini-camper, or a pop-up tent trailer for all that I know. But you don’t expect to own the lot it is parked on, nor the plumbing and electric power and other features of the pad to which you attach. We’re actually proposing a lot more features and benefits, so you can use the land you lease from us to grow your own crops, have every other sort of freedom that the zero aggression principle is consistent with, and build permanent structures to suit your needs.

But, if we subdivide the land, that gets the state and county government involved. If we keep it all one unit, they don’t have to know what arrangements we’ve made. We’re viewing it as a sort of “religious” community in that the Zero Aggression Principle represents a shared belief system.

Similarly, if we register wells and septic tanks and all kinds of other things with the state, there’s going to be all kinds of inspections and detections and this and that. We want to avoid having the parasites anywhere near the property. So we’re implementing alternative technologies.

As well, it is our intention to have a membership association among people with a shared belief in the zero aggression principle. There are a bunch of exemptions in the system for this sort of thing, which we mean to use to best effect.

Buying In

You can help us get this project going by introducing me or Mike Swatek to people you know who would like to either live near Lake Eucha, Oklahoma (about 600 feet away, uphill from the lake), or people who would like to invest in a community for freedom lovers. We’re working on our plans and I’m happy to share the current version with those who email me. We’re here to find ways to make it worth your while.

There’s going to be lots of opportunity to visit and have fun together. And, of course, to plan how to cope with the state as it makes its final tyrannical push to get everyone under its thumb forever. One such opportunity is to attend MidFest which is discussed at and on a number of Telegram channels.

“Society must be so converted as to preserve the sovereignty of every individual inviolate [and] it must avoid all combinations and connections of persons and interests, and all other arrangements which will not leave every individual at all times at liberty to dispose of his or her person, and time, and property in any manner in which his or her feelings or judgment may dictate, without involving the persons or interests of others.” ~ Josiah Warren, 1840

One of the evident things about this region is that people around here don’t like the masque mandates and won’t obey them. Many stores and restaurants don’t agree with communism and won’t ask you to wear a masque. It is, after all, a masquerade. The real virus is tyranny.

Appalachia, Ozarkia, Cordilleria

The three major mountainous regions of the United States include two areas, Appalachia and Ozarkia, that are entirely within the USA and one, Cordilleria which goes from Alaska to Patagonia, as one continuous system of mountain chains.

Currently, I am in Ozarkia, near Cherokee land, and close to some really nice lakes and hills. East of me are the higher mountains of the Missouri and Arkansas Ozarks. For hundreds of years, the people in this area have, like the people in other mountain areas, disdained government interference, made moonshine liquor, and have been used to fending for themselves.

So, I believe that being in these hills is better than being near the coasts. And, very happily, there are many good people living in this area who are not only interested in freedom, but willing to work hard for it.

Provinces and Cities

It is something of a strange matter that the oligarchs and their sycophants, such as Barack Obama, admire Mao Zedong for killing 76 million persons, but ignore much of what he wrote. Obama in particular deliberately sought me out on the campus of Columbia University in early May 1983 because I had been active in one of the anti-war groups on campus that he profiled in his Sundial magazine article of that vintage. We talked for about ten minutes. When I said that I was dropping out of the anti-war group both to work at a job at a bank and also because the new chairman of the group was an avowed Maoist, he seemed puzzled, and asked what’s wrong with Maoists?

I said, “Well, you know, all the dead people?”

Mao wrote, and I believe it is in his little red book, that “power flows from the provinces into the cities.” You can literally see that in many parts of our country. Power plants are suburban or rural, and power literally flows into the cities. So does food. So does water. So do other resources. Cities embedded in countryside that is completely hostile to the city dwellers are like a hothouse flower. Conditions may be right for a while, but something always gives.

Thus it is not in cities that I expect to build successful freedom communities with my friends and allies. Rather, it is in rural areas. There is an area near Spavinaw, Oklahoma with access to Lake Eucha (the locals say “ew-chee”) that seems very agreeable to me. Several pieces of ground are available for good prices, and allow us to begin with 180 to 200 acres depending on which parcel we pick.


We want you involved. We want you to locate in our community. But we’re very eager to help if you want to build your own community near us, or in some other state or region. We’re enthusiastic about creating the new economy, the new concepts and strategies that supplant the old bad system which is clearly being destroyed by the oligarchs. We want a new system of voluntaryism and freedom, not penury and slavery.

Admittedly, those of us involved are not in possession of all the best ideas. If you have great ideas, let’s do things your way, too. But let’s see what we can build.

The time for debating nuanced positions of Austrian economics or Objectivist theory or philosophical mumbo-jumbo seems, to me, to be over. Hey, if that’s all you wanna do, be free, do your thing. But I’m going over here, and gonna be building. Buildings and communities and relationships and businesses and opportunities and possibilities, God’s will be done.

You’d be very welcome to come visit, or stay and build.

Free the slaves. Stop the wars. End the state. You’ll be glad you did.

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Manson Lecture 7: Home improvements … (December 16th, 1997)


A home someplace …

Home improvements begin with walls and feet and chainsaw dreams. You can build your home out of turnip wax and old newspaper and the shit left behind by the cops when they’re done beating those homeless people to death. You can take the bones and mark your spots and build a home. And homes need work.

If I am your carpenter of new-modes, then you can be my architect of love …

I am a builder of things and stuff.

I am your leopard king, I am the scarlet foe … if you had grapes? – I could mash them into summer wine and breed wild chickens by the road. And you talk of BIG MEN like Bugliosi? – he is the carpenter ant living in my attic. He is the forgone conclusion to a story of sadness. RID YOURSELF OF PESTS … your own measles will spread through the poorer districts, and then comes the slaughter of dolphins.

And seek lighter charm in the cottage by the coconut grove, not far from where the family buried those old hobos …

Those nice places, in good charming settings … pastoral bullshit.

I saw an ice palace when I was a boy. I saw Santa and his elves and the reindeer feeding on the carcasses of dead elk and their faces were covered in musk-smear. They shivered because their own hearts were too HOT and their skin was fragile glass. And I pulled out my gun and shot.

Some speed freak told me “Charlie, that home is too small”. And I smiled, and looked at him, and picked up a rock and bashed his face in. MY HOME is JUST BIG ENOUGH, but my heart will always be too small for you SOBs. And I tore out his heart, buried it out back.


Conglimek-7 people have 4 poop holes. If you don’t take into consideration the number and location of these orifices? – you will have terrible outcomes in the bathroom zone. Sub-freaks, jack’ers, riggly-mott fiends seeking heroin hostages will do most of their cutting in the bathroom. You need smooth and hard surfaces, with the faint patina of blood …

The bathroom is where you bond with TOTAL-YOU-SAUCE … your own essence, sign, scat, is the thing that stains your heart.

IN the grit there are living ecosystems of transcendent love and expectation. There are germ colonies, meager in stature, growing to consume your toilet seat cover. There is a new sweat covering the old brandy style towel holders – and you mock the LORD TOOG?

“YOU CAN’T SEE YOUR NUMBER TWO!”, cried TOOG, as logs drifted down the river.


I’m just trying to hunt bumpis-beast, and not die in the horkey-farms, covered in filth and grease and old gizzards from long dead lunch.

A backyard is for getting rid of problems …

You have space in your mind to expand, but the BEAST needs rest. You till the ground of your barren heart there, planting seeds of tomorrow’s ruin. In the blood times, you meet old spirits there and congregate with forbidden witches of delight. The backyard is for playing and building and drilling and cutting and burying …

Bury stuff there …


Kitchens should be filled with love. Every kitchen should be a Tupperware kitchen, and all food should be placed in plastic bowls. There should be garbage cans for all the spare parts, tender compartments of totalistic love-energy.

The fridge should be HUGE, with space to GROW!

You need a big ice box for leftovers, for the shady things that were hidden in yesterday’s mirth, as some solo hitchhiker is taken to the back and tied up and drained of fluids and left to be eaten by ants …


Ready to make hot meals for cool friends, people you meet at the bus stop at 2 AM looking for some crank or crack or smack or maybe a little PCP …

Drawers with knives.

By the year 2021, everyone will eat ass-cream. Ass-cream will replace ice-cream as a cool delight … you can have an ass-cream maker, in your kitchen. People get tired of using old wooden spoons to sift the ass-cream from out of their buts.


Squalor …

A bedroom should be covered in old newspaper and crickets and sadness. There should be an old used up wench named Tessa that guards the bed, her eyes glazed over, body stink everywhere, a tight t-shirt and ratty underwear. She lunges at you with her fangs and claws and you wrestle her to the bed.

A bedroom should have a closet, filled with hammers …

A bedroom should have a wardrobe and a dresser and a chair to sit on.

There should be a window, and when you look out into the morning you can identify the victims of tomorrow’s schemes …


YOU HAVE AN AX COLLECTION … where ya gonna put it?

You have stuff in boxes, old boxes, covered in mold and old cat hair and they smell of grandma and the nursing home … you can stick these old boxes in the garage too.

You have conflicts, issues, with your neighbors …

You can create a little jail cell in your garage and put your neighbors in it. I’d call mine “Charlie’s Fun Time Space” … and I’d sound proof it … and I’d keep you tied up in there, for weeks, before anyone would find out.


There’s always some noise, coming from up there. A creaky old noise of some hag that was knocked out with a lead pipe and left up there, concussed and bleeding from a skull fracture … her husband dead for 20 years … kids that never visit her … just loneliness.

That’s what you do with the attic.


The basement is for time-gathering. It is a place of making wine and splaying out old corpses and celebrating dark rites in the coolness of a mold haven.

The basement should be moist and slimy and covered in green goo that glows in the dark. It should be like Lovecraft’s catacombs in The Rats in the Walls …

The basement is for old catholic school nuns and teachers that swore you’d die in a ditch someplace north of Topeka.

Manson Lecture 6: Food … (December 7th, 1997)


Being hungry …

I was hungry, and the cop fed me mustard mead and dimbo-fat and the smashed animals the county workers found along the road; dried and grizzly, meager portions for wolf men.

I was in the hole and the cop tossed in two rats and an old cat and a man that had no hands. I was hungry. He smiled and laughed and took his cigarette and put it out in my belly button and said “see there BUM … I can burn you!”.

We are the struggle’rs that scrape by on donkey-grease and pickled feet and hornet droppings. We gather the yellow paste that is left behind after the late city summer rains. We congregate near 67th Street, where Krazy Klif makes blunket-tea and harvests the scorn eggs and baboon scat.

By the curb? – the wizard freak would sell sand-storm horses that were used as munkis. We BBQ’d those horses slowly, on spits, and savored their flesh in the summer light. But the hunger was deep and the french fry tempest could not be soothed by suckling on winter grapes, OK?


A voice coming from gentle field X-Y and containing golden smatterings of crispy delight. I could hear it clearly as the hookers were being chased down the street by pimps with dogs on chains …

A broken voice of contempt, something from the shadows.

My demon speaker, my spirit voice uttered “GOORD” and showed me this sign …

“The meat in the larder is rotten”, and then GOORD was shown over the columns of the Lost City … the city of scavengers and night people and the scrumbly folk that cover their bodies in dirt. GOORD was FOOD and FOOD was GOORD … this is what I was told in the darkness of night.

“You will eat the feast of the city, as the sky turns red and yellow and the rain burns …”, the demon emissary stated – and in his voice was the crackling of white hot terror. You could see the smoke, in the air, in the sky. The swamp mist of devils dropping poison. The clouds of brown and black and poison and death. All the vitamins and minerals, floating down.


I was hungry. I stared into the obelisk of contradiction and found a hotdog labeled “truth”. And the mustard was spent sexwax and the lettuce was just old dead leaves. We could go for days chasing hamsters, but instead we drank from the well of tomorrow land fortunes and harlots.

Colorado Harvey showed me the hieroglyphs …

He showed me the old cave in Oak Park, not far from where they buried the uncle of Al Capone. He said there were people there, ancient people, who’d been on the run for 37,000 years. They called themselves “Odah”, but their license said other names … human names. They were the last, so they found a place.

Harvey said “see these SYMBOLS! … this indicates a great bounty to the west …”

“DAK MO YUUL”, screamed Harvey.

It means “Clear Water Minerals”, and this points to protein seas.

CLEAR THE MIND of toxic injunction, leaving the threadbare maidens waiting on drunk carousers as they hunt boar in the forest of wondering. The WATER is PURE mind-splash, and we can walk into those waters. MINERALS fill our insides with power-puss to make merry while the stale evening turns ripe and the monsters seek crow serum.

In the time of belly-back honey smoked gimlets? – we would spend our nights drinking the pus-whiskey of ghosts and shaman-lords and the lost frog people of Phoenix. In those days the Queen of Hospitality ran a cheap hotel, a place filled with bedbugs and mold and dying flesh looking for the fastest way out.

Harvey was the Gurn-Lord, he oversaw the great gates and allowed only those disreputable manifestations that had the mind-blindness of too much reading and too little fucking. The sands blew north that year and General Vrook took his armies to Montreal for a little fun …

“TRAGAK” … Harvey yelled again …

With a tight fist and piercing/angry gazes … he leads his sklunken-folk to the rail-race, as horses lose their legs to pale missionaries wearing old leather pants. If he could walk that trail to the waterfall and view into the pool he’d see where the fish were … and the bones.

Dragons chase me through the swamps, as I look for fruits and vegetables and dead toads and old bones. Dragons leave their residue, and I gather it up and make a stew – I take old hog placentas and squirrel livers and the beaks from dead pigeons. All of this is gathered and all of this is the fruity pebbles …

Food …

Food in the FIELDS awaiting harvest. The fruit of ages standing against the dusty forgotten times of dead winds and burning homes. The protein wench will have sausages and beef steaks and burgers and ribs and potato salad – but nowhere in this can we find salsa? NO! The spice will be left for others, and the currant will be thrown into the mix.

“CHANGE YOUR FLUIDS!” cried TOOBLAX, as demon sorcerers made their way to my prison cell and sold me a vision of bacon and eggs and forbidden toast.





These other voices of FOOD will tell you of zesty and savory, but not the honest perspective of a man chasing down another man …

A man, in the night, covered in grindo-sweat … fists caked with dried blood … A MAN seeking flesh to gnaw on and marrow to suckle? This creature is a hunter … a finder … a careless knave … too uninterested in survival to find it.

The flesh?

The flesh is found clearly by the roadside, not far from the travelers. It is found in the meadow, off the road, where that old woman was killed. It’s hiding monkey-pie and Alabama sausage gators and old worn out cotton candy killers using snake-knives and rope covered in broken glass … The flesh is filled with desire and desire for FOOD and WHAT IS FOOD?

Food is WHAT you stick in your mouth man …

(it’s what you eat)

LSR Notes: 1/29/21

Ocean chicken …

Beans: no special powers …

Ookla the Mok

Ookla the Mok would kick Chewbacca’s ass … (fight me)

Manson Lecture No. 5

A lot of people have stopped listening to Jesus … (maybe they’ll listen to Charlie)

Anal Swab

I don’t know what to say about this or multiple masks or the OTHER FLYING MONKEY NONSENSE …