But while no one likes to get hate mail, let alone indirect death threats, none of this has ever stopped Lew. -Burton S. Blumert, idiot
Oh, make me over
I’m all I want to be
A walking study
In demonology
– C. Love, Celebrity Skin
Recently I saw Ms. Love’s live rendition of “Celebrity Skin”, and I now must sincerely conclude that she is the pre-eminent folk-music exponent in these latter days of the Law, a dark shining eidolon come to beckon us all to where Nyarlathotep awaits us on the dark side of the Moon. After reading yet another post by the affectless Human Robots over at Catellarchy, I was moved to do Her homage:
I feel as if I’m on the outside looking in at a well-lit room full of self-satisfied, well-fed oblivious buffoons congratulating each other – I’m lookin in from the darkness outside, in the wind and the rain, restraining Courtney Love (she is wriggling adorably) from breaking in and drinking their blood. Those bright red lips. That infectious (literally) smile. Those long red fingernails. That shotgun resting against her (as Beck called them) “ordinary tits”. Sigh.
Reductionist doom!
“Honeysuckle, she’s full of poison
She obliterated everything she kissed” – C. Love“I’ve often compared poor Lew to a hamster on a wheel”– Burton S. Blumert
Yes folks, the reference to indirect death threats is quite apparently an indirect reference No Treason. Of course those making the claim that we’ve made death threats against them have never had the personal integrity to actually link to the supposed threats or anything in order to let their readers make up their own minds.
“You got Korn…you got monster trucks, and you got tits. You are fucking happy, man. You got your fucking money’s worth” – C. Love, at Woodstock, after her improptu partial striptease.
Sigh.
I’ve got to get out more.
You spelled “Catallarchy” incorrectly.
The Human Robot, fresh from yet another humiliating round with the
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