Hello Me Spahn Ranchers .................................

Just smoked some crack, haven't slept , shooting heroin , AND HEAVY drinking with Charlie  ............................ Manson  , that is !!!!

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3 weeks ago   -- around 3:30 am  --  your young Pdog gutter punk junkie was sitting at the squat ,  chipping away  , when my ears rang . What a blast of Cocaine that was ?  ... that's right  .... the one and only Charlie " Don't Surf  "  Manson announcing his parole  ( never polite )  from prison and coming into town and willingness and readiness to PARTY !!!!!!
I promptly put down the pipe , powered down , left the squat and headed on that long uphill walk to the methadone clinic , knowing full well that I had better stop and get something to eat in a dumpster or a soup kitchen somewhere in a VERY unfriendly part of the city . 

When I got to Clinic I found Charlie inside standing at the front of the line   --- ( Charlie NEVER likes to go outside prison straight , it's waaaay to calm and boring with normal people and producers who need a stabbing  , junkies and desultory sycophants flattering the closest serial killer or sociopath  )  ---  drinking a 40 Ounce of " Old English  "  , a big line of Cocaine  , a shot of " Mexican Brown Honey "  ,   ' something ' resembling an " Old Hit of LSD " and  not necessarily in THAT order . I ( Again , your young Pdog ) took a deep breath  , walked the few steps down to where Charlie was standing and was promptly introduced  --- By Manson  --- to this gorgeous brunette Hooker / Stripper / Tranvestite withPure Aryan German Features (  ... if you know what I mean, She was in full SS uniform    )   . One thing led to another and within the hour I had already pounded a few 40 Oz. OE's , two huge rocks off the pipe , four shots of Mexican tar heroin and a concoction containing   --- I swear   --- Cocaine, Ketamine and pure Breaking Bad Meth . 
Mmmmmmmmm !!!!!!!!!

It was this very point that Manson and myself began to talk about how well Tate-LaBianca murders and investigations went . Charlie mentioned that he attended both Corcoran and San Quentin Prisons as well as Pelican Bay and sulked that he could not BELIEVE how many younger prisoners in their twenties he saw getting into Gangster Rap ,  etc   ................ thus securing the Prisons Legacy / future with the World's Sociopathic Youth . I asked Charlie if he will organize mass murders next spring and he mentioned that negotiations are currently underway between Dennis Wilson with the Lynette "Squeaky" Fromme , potentially  . After a few ( Six ?! )  more crack hits and shots of heroin and meth , we discussed a potential trip to South America cocaine fields when all of a sudden , seemingly out of nowhere  , three dirty , smelly , homely , Manson Family Girls appeared by Charlie's side   --- surrounding him entirely   ---- and each ( successively and seamlessly  )  grabbed his flaccid cock , that is unable to achieve erection .


With that our Helter Skelter ' d  "Look at Your Game , Girl ; Crooner", was off  ... up the stairs and out the door   ....... a despotic figure known by all .........

" Stab Me Charlie "

" I HATE YOU ALL !!!! "    

Superb post.  Quality themes, well organized, insightful, humorous, edgy, provocative, controversial, and yet still immediate and personal to us all (i.e., there is emotion and love in that post). 

Joey wrote on Sep 29^th, 2013 at 5:41pm:



Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. 

sarcasm too

" MAXLUGAR WAS AWESOME;AS WAS FIJI AND WWW.MAXLUGAR.COM .SORELY MISSED "

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Time for a " Golden Oldie !!!!!  "   :

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" ( A Review by the Joey )  "

" Hello My Stones Brothers and Sisters ..............

Just because a " Rock & Roll " Ghost isn't a demon like Mick Jagger or Iggy Pop doesn't mean that the Ghost is interesting .....www.MaxLugar.com is proof of THAT !

The MaxLugar's new Website must be properly seen as , in fact IS , a ghost living out a fantasy . With past musings here at this most prodigious of message boards known as " Rocks Off " , Max's fantasy invited links and parallels with much wider and vital issues : The Determination and Resilience he offered were publicly and personally worthwhile virtues . Now , however , the fantasy has worn completely thin and giddy from being spun far , far too many times .

Indeed , www.MaxLugar.com is an unreal world , a world Maxy helped to create and a world he now perpetuates needlessly . Its bounds and pressing concerns are superficial and repugnant . When one man and his fantasy can do no better than to produce a string of irrelevant personal postcards steeped in hungover Hippy Talk , it is time for him to quit posting altogether .

The MaxLugar is a slave , not a creator . He is asking the washed /unwashed masses to accept him as part of a story that has no value and always ends in a Cul - De - Sac of defeatist Manic Depression or Self - Consolation . This Website of Max's is pure amateur spiritualism for acid casualties !!!! For Mick's sake Max , how much longer are we going to have to endure your irrelevant fantasies ?

I thank You All For Your time Today !  "


" The Joey , Established 1999  "

We need a fucking tour.

good artists borrow, great artists steal!

telecaster is sucking cock for rock.

Tele deserved everything he got. I was there I know.

Pdog wrote on Oct 1^st, 2013 at 9:23pm:

His name was Walt?  It doesn't matter.  Look, all I'm saying is that Telecaster was a tragic poster.  Technically born in America, yet from birth he could never make it as an American.  I don't know why he never got re-settled to an Israeli kibbutz or some other socialist environment more in line with his limited abilities.    Perhaps he fell through the cracks in our system.

But we could have been more sympathetic.  Like all self-styled patriots. Telecaster and his friends were shrieking out for help.  They knew they couldn't meet the standards our free-market competitive society demands of us, so they got defensive.  Some would say delusional and hypocritical.  But it was just the knowledge of inadequacy doing the
talking.  Imagine knowing you were a complete failure within the society you wanted to succeed in the most?  I think Telecaster's impulsive childishness can be overlooked when you consider what this poor, ridiculed downtrodden schmuck had been going through his entire failed life.  He knew that a rhesus monkey added more to the U.S. GDP than he did.  And here he was on RO, finally accepted, if not glorified for his limited understanding of how markets and business work.  Here he was with the only friends the hopeless, unemployable man ever made, and he was humiliated so badly, so profoundly, that he was forced to sit in his squalor, reading post after post after post regarding his greatest failures and his complete lack of value to his own country, knowing he had no defense to it.  You can't help but feel for the poor pathetic dismal schlub.  At least I do.

Pdog wrote on Oct 3^rd, 2013 at 3:49pm:


"He who is without sin among you, let him be the first to throw a stone at her."  John 8:7 (quip attributed to J. Christ, circa 25 A.D.).  Let thou walketh a Nebuchadnezzarian mile in Telecaster's socks before ye judgeth.  Daniel 4:33 ("Immediately the word was fulfilled against Nebuchadnezzar. He was driven from among men and ate grass like an ox.").

Well, well, well.  The Feebs shutter up The Silk Road and now my PM box is full of names/handles I haven't heard from in years.  Including some known Eagles fans.  You got a lot of balls.  A lot of balls.  Well, Captain Boogie doesn't do biz like he used to, my fair weather frumpy ass friends (frump o' ass).  I don't front jack anymore, all paperless transactions, and no service to Southern states.  Too many narcs.  Responses forthcoming in due course.

telecaster was nsc, all the way!