" And all with pearl and ruby glowing was the fair palace door, through which came flowing, flowing, and sparkling evermore, A troop of echoes, whose sweet duty was to sing, In voices of surprising beauty, The wit and wisdom of their King...."

" The Haunted Palace, from The Fall
Of the House of Usher"

Edgar Allan Poe 1809-1849 Ravens circled ancient Viking war feasts after victories when exhausted warriors were satiated with the spoils of war..... Woman screaming in wanton uncontrollable lust while magic mushrooms and exotic wines soothed tired bloody souls... In the long gone grey winter days of the period before Christ, feasting , sex, drugs, the spirit world were one and the same. Men who delved in magic arts were always in the thick of the finest cuisine, sexual extasy, and all good things in excess. In great glorious excess in the days before pathetic herd instinct child rearing pussy whipped males took temporary control from the magnificent heathens who breathed fire fed upon desire.......... From the earliest moments in human existence, food, drugs, sex, spirits, ritual ruled the minds of thinking men of action. In combination either before or after a battle or marriage or birth or death throughout time these elements have created magic feasting upon itself like a serpent eternally eating its own tail........ Then came the advent of the new burning Ice Princess from Alaska her highest of highnesss's Vice Vagina J J , the chosen one VVJJ Baby. Let the games begin, lord have mercy on their poooor mortal souls.........

THE ERA OF PALEONTOLOGY BEGINS!!!!!!!

Graceland Elvis's crib for most of his adult life is lit up and the pre feasting energy is awfully high as a special guest has arrived just in time to partake in the about to begin festivities featuring Hellery Cliton, MS. OBAMARAMA, the resident Quilly Bioooches, Fallen Nun Mutha Superia, GMB, Gold Monkey Blondy, ( Uber Hot 50ishMilf ), Keith Richards, Dali, Lama, Sharon Stone and a long list of dead&Alive super blues and rock legends starting off with the girls baby. Ms. KO KO Taylor kicking everybodys ass with her smoking single, :

" A Piece Of Man, Better Then No Man At All" off her new album , "OLD SCHOOL BABY " KO, KO rolling lean low and blue........... ( Wake up Areatha, better kick start that heart Queen of soul!!!!!)

" Quillies, I have a surprise guest who will make this a special affair, let me introduce the next President of this battered, beat up, broke, pathetic union of ours ruled by greedy wall street boys who sleep at night and pet their kitties before bed time just like you and me...... Our new Vice Vagina JJ kids, hold on, hold on, yeah its PALEONTOLOGY time. Her highness Ms. Sarah " I'm going to rule this town "....... let the feasting begin my friends, can you dig it! ( PALEONTOLOGY very nice.....)"

Without missing a note the surprise guest walks right up to our still healing shaky old Marine General, Fly Master and slaps his face hard then gives him a great big wet tongue insert kiss, its hammer time and we ain't talkin Ball-Peen here Pilgrims...Every fine thang in America regardless of her age or figure will be going for the Librarian/glass's/schoolteacher/stripper/slut beat me eat me look now being perpetuated by the new leader of our free world/fashionista her highness VVJJJ Alaska all the way." Line up the oil platforms off shore so thick I can walk my little tramp daughters baby strollers and all all the way to Russia ya'llll...".. " One more thing whose babies are all these babies anyway, can't keep that straight, please give me more of that divine gravy its making me giddy, oh my... Dam wish one of our Hockey teams was The Trojans"

" SOOOO Madam President what will be your first order of biz when you hit the Hen House as it were?" ( Hen House very sweet hey Websters???)

" Gonna find your skinny little Blond Waif ass and let you wiggle that thing to some Lennard Skinnnard while my hubby shows you his snow mobile exhaust pipe cuty pie. What is in this sause I'm starting to feel like three six packs of cheap beer here son???"

Keith Richards in his infinite worldly rock wisdom has doused the main entree and desert with 10,000 thousand mikes of pure Owsley GOLLLLLLLD ....... Its party time. Etta James is singing her sweet soulful, I Just Want To make love to you, off her " Live from San Francisco CD" finishing up her set with a killer rendition of, Tell Moma " The girls are smakin the ball, tappin the teabag as it were......

" Excuse Fletcher this soup has magic dust yes??? My bald head is glowing bright green can all of you see my beacon green head??"

" Dali Baby, relax its time for inner spherical alignment, time to savor the moment, time to get sublimely funky my Man-God Pal! That is why I had my main sweety Ms. Still tooo hot for Holly or Ballywood, blond to the bone, La Sharon park that perfect ass on your left Sir. On your right our next President. Soooooo VVJJ, how many babies are there precisely as of Oct 08?"

" Good lower forty eight gut check question Quilly! I counted two new and maybe two in the oven as of last night. Man, when are these little boys going to learn what a raincoat is, Dam!"

" Tough world up in the ice house hey VV, we have a daffy new Prime Minister Mr. Brown who is about as exciting as Barry Manilow on speed. We miss our little squirmer Blair Boy. He was kinda gnarly speaking out of both sides of that pie hole with his nose right up your Bush's short and curlies Mate... No worries about toooo many babies VV, old Mick the stick has more Brats then Brangelina's crib full of aliens?? ( something wrong with RED, WHITE & BLUE Brats, Brad???????"

" Soooo Gold Monkey Blond how was your turn in the Salt Lake City Sweepstakes last night? Did the General have any gas left after Mutha Serena took him down Blissed Out Ave? "

" He was magnificent as usual, I begged him to stop after number ten big O. A wonder I can walk!

Faint odor of ancient Frankincense incense snakes its way into the proceedings as the atmosphere quickens. It is he, the chosen one, the one who see's all things Old School, he who knows the rules. Irish Bogart, Faerie, dressed in bright glowing red robes and smoking his hookah.

It is Cluricaun the all knowing one, His Obliqueness speaks...

Whose Babies Are These Babies??????

" Ahhhh, my favorite group of semi functional jet setters. Frank Sinatra's Penthouse was a gas.... Alrighty then, having consulted with Both Elvis and the Colonel on this matter of respecting the Testosterone Equanimity.... First at the risk of sounding overly Mythmainiacle or telling too many stories void of fact! I hereby declare this debauchery to be blessed by the 70 year old virgins who dwell in perfect frustrated angst on the island of Cheny ( As In Dick Baby!). It appears Mr. Quill's Salt lake City experiment is sorta working. Though our little world famous actress still has the edge, she do know how to do the do...... In regard to our hero host and his now infamous UNIT!

Sir your Shaky Blond Pudding fetish has been properly nourished and I salute you on your taste in Tang, outstanding Hen's. Now then enough pleasantries. With your once grand Union now in chaos, banks, mortgage, states going belly up, oil kicking your ass big time! One would venture to speculate these wonderfully debauched proceedings are out of touch with the new ugly world order hey Kids????

No worries my narcissistic, totally self involved acid riddled mortals. I have a new mind set and rules for the new bumpy road a head... Before I get started love to give a listen to the classic " Spoonful " with Howlin Wolf, Muddy Waters and Bo Diddley. Or Muddy Waters wailing, " Mannish Boy " . Thank you that's much better mood sounds... My wonderful Yoga teacher the mortal B.K.S. Iyengar who wrote the masterpiece " Light On Life" has counseled me on your delicate life style future needs. I deem this social experiment of yours Mr. Quill an act of Kaivalya. That is seeking both freedom and aloneness in kind of point counterpoint ying yang. The ladies have begun to dribble the ball well hey Quill? Only question here is how long will this petri dish keep copacetic, harmonious? It is that question that brings me here today. Reminds me of your favorite California Poet Robinson Jeffers, " Know that however ugly the parts appear the whole remains beautiful. A severed hand..." Each of you lovely woman see Quill in your own vision as you imagine he and you are or could be together.. Sweet thinking, yet not practical at all. The man is now iconic in nature and worldly perception. He has become his dreams, you are all important to his survival. You Mr. Richards, how much more Owsley stash you got home boy? Dali Lama, Sir your head is pulsating bright green as your new life with Chinese leaders will be. Of course your massive concessions have broken many hearts I'm a feared.... We all still revere and love you Sir, one must do what the times dictate.. Very glad the Joke Chink Olympics are over, world does not yet know whole thing was staged computer generated just like the bogus Moon landing was faked years ago, its all dream, a long strange dream. One last thought mortals, grab that bong and take a big narley hit kids, hold it, hold it..... Congratulations Fletcher on your healing venture MFBDCSACMP or Medicinal First Bitch Day Camp Spa Attude Corrective Management Program..... Oh yeah I'm still sorting out VVJJ Babies, whose Babies are these Alaskan Babies?????"

Dali Lama lays It Out Clear and Sweet

" May I ask a question Oblique one, your obsession with controlling woman is interesting and instructive... In Tibet woman care only for fresh Yak milk and fire wood. Western woman might learn from our simple ways. Now that your crippled countries unquenchable thirst for cheap Chinese goods, in conjunction with Wall street greed fully realized. Perhaps endless hours in K-Marts and their like followed by swallowing copious amounts of trash fast food has dulled your true pioneer spirit? We laugh at your sad computer driven existence, young kids glued to chat rooms instead of going out side and breathing fresh air, so sad... Adults watching realty shows like so many monkeys in a hall of mirrors, so sad...Your woman refuse to get older and carve up their pathetic worn faces like so many neurotic blind golfers, so sad.... It is that unbridled greed, more, more, bigger, better, faster.more expensive, moire, moire..... That has led you into this garden of chaos , insanity! History clearly highlights a societies plaintive last gasp. Romans, Greeks, Samarians, those chosen souls who lived on Atlantis all fell into fragmented dead zones after too much self aggrandizing, gluttony, You boys know the rest of the story. Can your battered America be saved? It will never be the same, you are now officially the global cop, not the global bank, Adieu, Adieu..... "

On this sober downer soliaque the dinner guests are quiet, servants make the only noise. His High Holiness has opened a stale rotten can of worms and the odor is sickening!

Next Month: Raven's Haven Bound - Harking barking for the feel of fly rods and Irish Single Malts