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The Luminary
Lunatic Ravings of Admiral Pluto Krozabeeep, Prime Minister of
Eternal Combustion & the Director of the Ecclesiastical Absurdities
Foundation... (our motto: "Making molehills outta mountains and so forth"...) Visit this page every week to subject yourself and your psyche to the Admiral's latest twisted rants.... |
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So, like, Happy 1999 to y'all! I trust the New Year find you happy and well! Aside from alla the wretched platitudinous-prattle we're always bombarded with this time of year, it really is, for me anyway, a chance to reflect on the past years accomplishments/debacles/travesties & enigmae and to look ahead to what manner of havoc I/we can wreak in the next months to welcome the new millenium. Geez, I can't WAIT to see the doo-dah-rodeo -hoohah fer that one!!! Now, before ya go emailin' and callin' up all yer friends tellin' 'em stuff like "What've they done to Krozabeeep? It must be an imposter! He sounds, well, almost CIVIL fer gosh sakes! Terrorists must be forcin' him to write this crunk!!", just let me say right now that it is indeed really me, the twisticated Admiral! I'm (miraculously) still at the helm of the Ecclesiastical Absurdities Foundation, crankin' the ol' rudder to and fro to the beat of my very own illucid drummer. So, I guess what yer seein' here is the first permutations of a kinder, gentler, Krozabeeep. Or perhaps fucking not! We'll have to see what evolves in coming weeks. But for now, I'm gonna roll with New Year Cheer. The end of 1998 pretty much sucked so I'm gonna anticipate that this year can only be better, and I wish the same for alla you! Nevertheless, just so I don't mislead ya's too badly, I DO have justa coupla cranky thoughts on my mind. Like, fer 'zample, the atrophy of civilization as we know it. Yep, and I know this comes as a surprise but, yeah, Teevee and crazinated media-madness are still melting brains by the truckload. While creativity/spirituality DID make significant strides in the year just past, the levels of ludicrosity garnered by the avalanche of crappy-bad- karma-buy-these-goddamn-things-please-now!-ultrabad-critical-mass- extrempulatory-flatulenza-criminale-yadda-yadda-beep-toot-woof-stuff are still at staggering levels! People still watch football fer gosh sakes! The President's trouser- worm-traumas bludgeon us daily still and provide even more blissful entertainment to the turgid masses inasmuch as that cruise-missiles and BubbaBill's illicit adventures share nearly equal status! What a glorious state- of- affairs, n'est ce pas? And aren't we proud! Kinda makes folks like Gomer Pyle, Bart Simpson, and Gilbert Gottfried qualified for savant-sainthood. Yippee!! And then there's still fast food marketing, e-commerce, civil war in various locales of the planet, the internet feeding-frenzy, and the Balkanization of literature, the canonization of various cartoon characters and, gee whiz, a whole buncha other stuff. But, we'll leave some of that stuff for later if it's all the same to you... For now, feel free to rattle my cage with your thoughts on any and all subjects you'd like to see covered here. Orya can just tell me t'take a flying leap. Or whatever else may cross your mind. Just keep those cards and letters coming folks and remember not to forget to remember: "The Messiah will only come when he is no longer needed." (Franz Kafka). And, "If it's sour, throw it out!" (L'sGA) and yet still: "Peculiar travel plans are dancing lessons from god." (Bokonon). |
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Well, I guess that should suffice for now. I'm sure you get the point anyway. Stay tuned and pruned..I might even make sense nest time, who knows? Smooches, P.K. |
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Over Offended visitors this week alone!!!!! |
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Okay, enough of this...Now,
it's time to go visit our artists' pages t'see the art |
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