We render Thee most hearty thanks for the faithful who, having served us on earth, are now at rest in Thee. May their memory prove an inspiration to us, so that by all virtuous and holy living we may make our calling and election sure, to Thy glory and praise, world without end!

Some of my friends might notice in my style…

a blatant rip off of Burroughs…

2004-10-30

Some of my old friends will recall a very strange day I had when I saw Eleven Crows on a telephone pole outside my house, and, as I passed the pole, neighbor ladies informed me of a very intrusive break-in.

I, too, was robbed.

But it was not for days and days I until I realized that the junkie had stolen my TOP HAT. This was an affront; I could stand losing the chinese throwing stars and the bag of weed, but the TOP HAT that I obtained through magickal means to signify that I was indeed a master, long before I had actually possesed the oriental chair…

The junkie had the nerve to wear my hat, for days, while he rode his bike… and the only ass fucks on bikes at night are junkies on the make… in a hardcore, Masonic, old boys town like Eureka, California…

And I am just an affiliate from the swamp lands…

2004-09-23

one eye slowly opens.

The wooden bench is cutting into the back muscles where Chris is slumped, now half-conscious.

A bald man with a leather apron on pokes Chris with a stick. “You can’t sleep in here, buddy” he growls “move it outside or I will move it for you.”

“I didn’t serve you any liquor, either” he squinted meanly, “ and you stink of being freshly drunk…where is your bottle, fella?”

Fat hands grab Chris by the collar and drag his limp body off the bench and from behind the table. A quick brisk rub down reveled no bottle. With a knee in his back Chris was abruptly led to the door by the Barkeep and thrown out into the street.

Tumbling down the wooden steps, Chris fell to his knees and skidded on his chaps. Chaps that just the day before belonged to another man who had to sacrifice his clothes and his life for his unwelcome interest in a dazed and naked Chris Titan semi-conscious on an outcropping of rocks.

the collar

The man had to sacrifice his clothes and down the wooden steps Chris fell. “your bottle, fella? What did Fat hands mean by that.?” Chris Titan’s semi-conscious limp body grabbed by the collar and with a knee in his back pushed out into the street. Tumbling he slumped in a close alley way, now dazed and off the bench and out the door, stinking of being freshly drunk…didn’t get served you any liquor, rub down reveled no bottle…but how? He could not remember. Pain cutting into the back muscles where Chris was poked with a stick. Half-conscious, he squinted meanly, a quick brisk glance at his life with one eye. Slowly he growls

slumped

growls “the procedure! It’s your fault anyway”, now dazed and limp, body muscles trembling with one eye squinted ,. Slowly he glance at his life He could not remember… only that Pain is taking time! but how? does that length of time

he growls

…but how? stinking of time… after a set length of time…clothes reveled his length of time. body muscles limp, Pain cutting into his back, pushed out onto Pain street. Should this fault occur it does not remember… but He could … only that the procedure is Half-conscious… semi-conscious … He could not remember… trembling in and out of his time! how? does that length

Should this occur

it does not mean that there is a fault, only that the procedure is taking its time!

mean that there is a…a set length of time…the length of the page…but how? remember… but the page after there is a semi-conscious fault. it does not occur … only the procedure is Half-conscious… length of time., only time. is taking its time!

If you will recall, during “The Great Game”, we discovered a code embeded in a Borderland Sciences manuscript from 1954 that lead to some gate down into the Hollow Earth. From these gates we were able to create a rock and roll band called the Vryl Society.

(You see, and this is why they pay me thousands of dollars for private consulting, to get outside you must go inside.)

Even Jesus said the Kingdom is Within.

The Space Base is in the Hollow Center of the Donut… ala El Centro.

Now, the crew I had at the time, and you can see his Jewish Face if you look at any of the online photographs, only got us outside as far as a place called Planet Sludge. Swampy Place… they didn’t manage to follow it to Thon so I left them behind.

Naufana… that is where I left off… in a strange old mining camp. I was attempting even then to find new gate ways.

RICHARD SHAFER MYSTERY… DEROS…

You ain’t seen nothing yet if you don’t have technology to defend yourself against the mech-rays, stim-rays, and all sorts of anti-human attacks that you will be assalted with if you dare make enrty into the Hollow Earth.

Complete album: Mediafire (ZIP, 39.66)

Track List

#	Title	Listen / Download
1	In the City		03:03
2	Strange Eye Jam		06:04
3	We Know		03:00
4	Vborg Experiment		04:29
5	Planet Sludge		09:02
6	Snakes Come Out Tonight		11:53
7	Zapfro		05:40

Complete album: Mediafire (ZIP, 39.66)

Between cryptic tequilla ramblings the night of the Cinco de Mayo party and what seemed like hours of immersion on the neuroboard, I have a insight into this situation I would like to share:

I am not a Neurocam agent. I know Chris Titan and have collaborated on ARG projects with him in the past. He is known for his peculiar style. Just do a google groups search for christian and thegreatgame. His tirades are historical. He was banned from unfiction for his contributions to El-Centro. He assures me as he did Thursday that every thing he has said is all true, if after a fashion. There are flames that go back years on T-93, to which he tells me he is still on moderation.

I mention all this because Chris had put this in his past, like an alcoholic, he didn’t get worked up on the internet anymore. Until he started talking about that damned brownie last week.

He told me that he got involved in Neurocam after eating a brownie at a party when he was in New York for Christmas. He said it was a compound of anandamides. That it was the best experience he had ever had. That is what he said last week, when he was happy to tell us that he made contact with a group of agents that had the brownies. When he told me it was the Scooby Doo Gang I thought he was mad. He tried to explain that the “scoobie snack” must be the modus operandi of this group.

After two days you did not ask him if he got the brownie in the mail. He would fly into a rage screaming about the cat. I had not seem him shook up like that in a long time. He would mutter everything under his breath and you could not understand a word of it, very annoying!

When he disappeared from the party, we thought he was getting laid… he was raving at this screen…

What ever is in those brownies is some gnarly stuff…

I hope you guys will lay off Chris… he is just a bit wacked out that he has to wait a few more days till he is visited and can pitch his secret proposal to get more compound… or that is what he said as he passed out with a strained smile friday morning.

I don’t know if the “Scooby Doo Gang” really did attack his computer or the other strange stuff about him casting rashes to the entire gang are just figments of his imagination or what…

[None of this adds up. -N]

“The investigation is hardly closed. How much of initiation is a scam? How corrupt is the Invisible College?”

Squirrel season opens in August so I was brushing up on one of my favorite recipes from Andrew McFing. I will generally hunt on the East Side of the Forest, as the West Side is protected with powerful squirrel voodoo.

Mr. Titan from this point details portions of an article on game meat, which we have lately relocated and link below. We were unable to source the exact title or index of the collection that the recipe for McFing biscuits was drawn from.

How Do You Cook Squirrel?

The time element, of course, is contingent upon having a good holder, someone to hold the animal by the back legs while the entrails are being removed and the four feet and head cut off (if the head is not saved for the skillet). I know, the notion that squirrel heads should be saved for cooking may bring about some cases of the “jeebies.” But there is a lot of good meat on the cheeks and the part of the head that joins the neck, not to mention a great little morsel of brain when the top of the head is cracked (usually with the handle of a table knife) after the meat is removed.

Squirrel heads, of course, are cooked just like the other pieces (six in all, seven if you cook the heads) on each squirrel. The components are the four legs, two back pieces (which contain the tenderloin), and the head. Most wild game eaters consider the back lets of the squirrel “top choice,” but I do not look down my nose at any piece of squirrel including heads.

So how do you cook squirrel?

Fried squirrel is a favored method with most wild game cooks, but they may be boiled (especially the older, tougher ones) and turned into a magnificent pot of dumplings. Then, of course, I do not have many guests leave the table when I present a platter of whole, baked squirrels with body cavities stuffed with my sage dressing. Nor has any of my guests ever complained about grilled squirrel (in pieces, parboiled in advance to assure tenderness).

McFing’s Cheese Biscuits

Cheese biscuit recipe made with biscuit ingredients, dry mustard, butter, shredded cheese, parsley, and a little milk for brushing biscuit tops.

INGREDIENTS

• 2 cups all-purpose flour, sift before measuring
• 2 1/2 teaspoons baking powder
• 1/2 teaspoon salt
• 1/2 teaspoon dry mustard
• 3 tablespoons butter
• 2/3 cup shredded sharp cheddar cheese
• 2 tablespoons chopped fresh parsley
• 3/4 cup milk plus a little milk for brushing tops

PREPARATION

Sift together flour, baking powder, salt, and dry mustard; cut in butter. Stir in shredded cheese, 2 tablespoons chopped parsley, and milk. Mix together lightly with a fork, just until moistened. Turn dough out onto a floured surface and knead gently a few times, until smooth.

Roll out about 3/4-inch thick and place on a greased and floured baking sheet. Brush tops with milk; bake at 450° 20 to 25 minutes, until browned.

Makes 1 dozen cheese biscuits.

Dear Chris Titan,

Firstly, I must make it abundantly clear that Mr. Sampson is a trusted member of Neurocam International’s upper management. That does not, however, mean that he is completely beyond reproach.

To paraphrase a well known saying – “The price of security is eternal vigilance.”

I appreciate your concern regarding this matter and am impressed by your decision to raise this issue with me before engaging in practices which may prove detrimental to Neurocam International’s reputation.

I have no intention of prohibiting you from commenting, upon your web journal or those of other Neurocam operatives, on Mr. Sampson’s correspondence with Mr. Pritchard.

I would, however, remind you that you are current engaged by the organization and so should continue to bring matters, which may bring the organization into disrepute, to my attention and, furthermore, that you should continue to display a modicum of discretion before making such matters public.

I trust this correspondence satisfactorily addresses your concerns, but, in the event that you require further clarification, please do not hesitate to contact me in the future.

Regards,
Gertrude Zelle
Head, Human Resources Security Division (ACTING)
Neurocam International

Mata Hari’s body was not claimed by any family members and was accordingly used for medical study. Her head was embalmed and kept in the Museum of Anatomy in Paris, but in 2000, archivists discovered that the head had disappeared, possibly as early as 1954, when the museum had been relocated. Records dated from 1918 show that the museum also received the rest of the body, but none of the remains could later be accounted for.

The fact that a former exotic dancer had been executed as a spy immediately provoked many unsubstantiated rumours. One is that she blew a kiss to her executioners, although it is possible that she blew a kiss to her lawyer, who was a witness to the execution and a former lover of hers. Her dying words were purported to be “Merci, monsieur”.

Wikipedia (English)