The prison culture of black, grey tattoos to out of prison colors.

Carl (Rod Steiger):

“Let me tell you… don’t you look at those illustrations too long, because they’ll come alive, and they’ll tell you stories.”

~Rod Steiger is The Illustrated Man (1969)

Shane Enholm talked tonight about the history of tattoo machines. He also shared he was a young punk influenced by many of the same individuals of the early punk scene as I. From Steve Human helping him to print up his large posters, to Darby Crash and Shame Williams (the Rock & Roll Bank Robber) whose wife led him into being a bank robber serving for fucking 10 years at San Quentin, from ages 18 to 30 years old.

My home in the San Fernando Valley holds many treasures and ‘Nathan’s Tattoos and Piercings’ is a shining star. Right off of Sherman Way and Topanga Canyon Blvd. is a well rooted history which amplifies art and music. An approachable hub or community of many distinctive individuals dappling in the world of skin illustrations and beyond.

As the fires burn around the Valley amongst my beloved Verdugo and Santa Monica Mountain ranges, a helpful refuse is amongst this grip of psychological terror and fear.

Yet regardless an honest tattoo artist tells his story. The focus was not on technique but on the machines used in the tattoo artist’s world.

The tools of trade and history was the discourse this evening.

I told Nathan,

“I always focused on the images and my feelings when getting a Tattoo not the machine doing the work.”

Tonight, I got to see, appreciate, and understand the technology or machines being passed around. A full house as machines were overseen and passed from hand to hand like gold or precious items.

Shane highlighted his discourse by saying that when someone fucking gets a tattoo the pain needs to be experienced. That each tattoo is like a form of magic. And it does not matter if it is your first or after many, each is unique and changes your life after the episode in your life of getting it. I see it as a time and place in your life. It feels magical! You dig?

Recently my son and his friend went into Nate’s to get their first tattoos. It was on a dare from me because their birthdays are so close together in December. I never knew they would follow through with the crazy old lady’s offer. But they did. I got another too.

This is when Nathan invited me to this event. And I am so happy to have followed him up on it. I almost gave up due to the fires but there was a strange sense of continuity of a group of individuals being fearless together tonight.

The ghost echoes of those who I have known within the realms of this art form and music scene were there, whispering persistent memories that lingered in the air. Those living and dead, their spirits intertwined with the melodies that filled the night.

Like many of us tonight, they were sharing a common bond in this world of time and place, a connection forged through shared experiences and emotions, just like receiving a tattoo that permanently marks our journey.

It is a fucking history that keeps giving, shaping our identities and enriching our stories with depth and meaning; this is what we do as storytellers of our lives, weaving together individual narratives into a larger tapestry that celebrates resilience, creativity, and the unique threads that bind us all.

A gathering around pizza and irresistible fudge. A warm community or hub of brave souls under the full moon and Venus.

“The odors of perfume were fanned out on the summer air by the whirling vents of the grottoes where the women hid like undersea creatures, under electric cones, their hair curled into wild whorls and peaks, their eyes shrewd and glassy, animal and sly, their mouths painted a neon red.”

― Ray Bradbury, The Illustrated Man

Histoire vraie Noir !

Ruff and I traveled the eastern Santa Monica Mountains of Southern California on our horses. Yellow weeds, dirty sage hills and shady glens held endless treasures to us. Yes, the hills and fields of Mulholland and Los Angeles County were still wild.

Even the new asphalt streets that came soon to cover the earth echoed with the sound of nature and children playing. We were somehow the hillbillies of Woodland Hills.

Not too rich and uncontrollably wild.
The neighborhood was horsey, and Ruff and I noticed the for-sale signs on the empty fields. At dusk, we pulled the real estate posts down with a rope looped around a saddle horn. The signs always were reassembled the next day.

-To Ride a Painted Pony WIld.
Hudley Flipside

Today while checking out the supermarket a mature man and lady talked about his red cap that said, “Make America Great Again.”
I tried to be a good girl, but it is difficult sometimes to refrain and keep to my new moto of,
“Let Go, Stand Aside and receive the gifts.”
The guy behind me with the face of St. Francis of Assisi said,
“It makes no difference. This country is divided.”
I agreed with him.
I still have that naivety which thinks that goodness is the way. Yet discernment is not what rules the world, it is lacking. This earth is not a place of good or evil, it is a place here where all that is admirable resides in each individual.
I told them I am leaving the democratic party. Become an anarchist once more. Biden did betray us. He should have rounded up the criminals at the get go after his win. So here we are.
A twilight zone episode. Where homes are torn down to make big fucking ugly apartments. Where sacred land is raped and recruited for the plenteous and powerful. It is a time of the abounding and potent and their souls are dark. The light may be somewhere because it is getting dark out there.

“A noir story is about people who know what they’re doing is wrong, and they do it anyway. And, typically, there’s hell to pay. We love watching them break the law; we love watching them reap the consequences.”
~ Eddie Muller

Environmental Etiquette

Environmental Etiquette

I live on an island surrounded by a powerful river and close to a mighty waterfall. One can hear the sound of the waterfall for miles. It sounds like Niagara Falls.

How creative my mind can be. The island is my single-family dwelling. A home with a front and back yard. The house was built in 1958. 66 years old as I am. The river around us is Sherman Way, Fallbrook Ave, and Vanowen St. The sound of the waterfall is really the sound of car tires on asphalt. The sound of traffic with too many cars.

The sound of the city has grown over the last ten years as the monster apartments expand at an alarming rate.

Environmental Etiquette is a theory I have focused on. I see it as caring about our environments and the future. Our living ecosystems. Common sense and caring about our neighborhoods.

Implement building restrictions.

Environmental concerns, Infrastructure limitations, Community planning.

Hope you will take the time to support my cause. Thank you. And buy a T-Shirt!

The image was seized from my backyard. A praying mantis hides in her world practicing Environmental Etiquette.

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Image of Thyrsus

“It is an “earthing” of the spirit and the “spiritualizing” of the earth.

~Carl Jung

Potnia Theron.

Lady of the Animals

I Saw you once.

In my dreams.

Before I knew your name.

I was at a Golf Course Green

Near where I grew up.

I played there as a child.

I saw your head emerging.

From the sand trap on the green.

Ascending up

As made by some

Prehistoric substance.

Colors of the sand, earth, and primordial statues

Of antiquity.

You looked at me.

Turned and then.

As a fast wind

Ran up Canoga Ave

Up towards Mulholland

And the youthful

Santa Monica Mountains.

With you were many wild animals.

Lions, bears, horses, raccoons, tigers

Skunks, opossums, and elephants.

All the wild animals and you

Ran so amazingly fast away towards

The mountains.

I now finally know your name…

Potnia Theron.

“Lady of the wild things.”

Artemis…

Ancient a time long ago 600 BC.

I call upon you for your wisdom.

I love your wild things.

I want to run with you.

I also call upon your protection.

From those who

Condemn the wild animals.

And my love for them

And you.

Be with us.

The wild things and me.

I ask for a swift

And vigorous justice

TO be heard, seen

As innocent.

Oh, my Powerful…

Potnia Theron

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A nostalgic and honest reminder of our youthful rebellion, our punk rock history.

Very proud of the books I produced and published. Now for sale through my publishing company The Seminary of Praying Mantis Publishing.

Going on six yeas now.

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Plugged us into the underground network

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Book Review

Cut and Paste The American Hardcore

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“Putting that ‘zine out into the world plugged us into the underground network of Hardcore: a happening that saved me as a teenager. The thrill of exchanging creations with other similarly-minded kids from around the world was something that the average kid in high school could never comprehend.”

~ Tony Rettman

Cut and Paste The American Hardcore Fanzine

Tony Rettman

Patrick Kitzel

First Edition 2024

2000 copies

Printed by Signature Book Printing, Maryland USA

Unterwelt Books is a division of Tribal Publishing

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This punk hardcore-hardcover book stands for one of the first examples of handheld devices, besides cats. A history of American punk rock fanzines.

As I say there were a lot of players in the punk scene and some I knew well. Others I knew only in passing or by way of Flipside Fanzine’s uptown Whittier POBox.

It was an interval of time when a counterculture of punks communicated. The symbiotic relationship of bands, fans, record labels and beyond.

Some fanzines lasted a weekend, others a month or two and others endured the punk scene for years.

I am glad Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine and myself are included in this hardcover book smelling of vinyl records, ink, and a dark room waiting to develop some images taken at a show the night before. Those nasty addictions of mine come into play.

This book is an experience. I was placed back in that office in Whittier Los Angeles surrounded by punk hubs that circulated around me from town-to-town, state-to-state and country-to-country. A punk scene of memories and believing in something greater than yourself.

Sharing a scene, documenting a picture or contribution of a point of view in a letter. The best included are the lyrics to a song.

Punk Friendships… I cried like a baby for a fleeting time and just want to say thanks.

Living at that time we were a scene veiled away, hidden from the mainstream of our existing modern cultures, so we made our own living scene. Our own culture.

No checks, credit cards only cash came to us by trusting punker souls. I only messed up on subscriptions once in a while most likely due to a terrible hang-over.

“Send well-concealed cash.”

~ Patrick Kitzel

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New Hardcover

Creating a way to organize all of the publications we received and reviewed.

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Mikey Puss….

The redundant statement of looking for something and finding something else. Years ago, in 1987 I did do a fanzine convention. Well, it was more like garage sale and only a few people showed up. I guess having foresight and enthusiasm as a fanzine publisher was a bit ahead of my time. Yet we did receive a lot of creative endeavors of the left-handed and right-handed kinds.

As you see it got to be a by mail revolution of people to communicate with each other. It was warping around me and through me until at the end of 1989, I did have a few of my eight octopus appendages fall off… burn out.

Yet again here is a bit of that history… I did work my tail end off … yet here I am typing about them again.

“Like the bearded asshole said.”

I am a midget now at 5’ 3” … but hey I was alone doing this stuff… where were you?

Let’s respect it for what it was. It was a counterculture revolution… it lived a good life. It is fun to bend backwards and remember. My punk rock curse.

Creating a way to organize all of the publications we received and reviewed.

The Seminary of Praying Mantis Cryptocurrency

“Why did the hipster Bitcoin miner burn out his GPU?

He was mining before it was cool.”

“So, you can get your cryptocracy and put in invisible banks”

“We concluded that this was the right thing for the economy and the people we serve,” the Federal Reserve chair, Jerome Powell, said, referring to the central bank’s decision to cut interest rates by half a point.”

“A rate cut is likely to help Bitcoin and other cryptocurrencies. A rate cut of any size bodes well for growth assets like cryptocurrencies as they reduce the opportunity cost of holding assets that don’t provide yields. In a low-interest-rate environment, investors are more inclined to go for assets with higher potential returns, even if they involve greater risk.”

This is a promotional funny but meaningful way to take a honest look at Bitcoin.

If you invest in my company, I will give you something in return that is real. That has value.

Send 50 bucks and send me your address through a private exchange through PayPal.

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The Praying Mantis cryptocurrency coin art

Oliver once said,

“How come you always show up selling just what I need.”

And Haney turned it on him by saying,

“Well, how come you seem to always be needing just what I have to sell?”

Oliver Wendell Douglas and Mr. Haney/ Green Acres 1965 ‧ Sitcom ‧ 6 seasons

Flopside cOmics special funny 😄

Nature is not lost.

The Divine Comedy Inferno
Canto X111
1-4

“Nessus had not yet reached the other bank
When we began to make our way across
A wood on which no path had left its mark.
No green leaves in that forest, only black;
No branches straight and smooth, but knotted, gnarls;No fruits were there, but briers baring poison.”

My responding…

Nature is not lost
All wild creatures, insects, plants, and trees are in a state of ecstasy. The praying mantis reflects in my watery psyche only a drip of what that is.
As she embraces the gardenia plant!
Climbing through and reaching also the trailing purple tubular magenta flowers.
Touching the earth while reaching towards the sun.
A spell, my enchanting bliss.
Cleaning away the contrast
Of contraries of my human experience of a paradise lost!

The Divine Comedy Paradiso
Canto XXV
124-127

“Only those two lights that ascended wear
Their double garment in this blessed cloister
And carry this report back to your world.
”When he began to speak, the flaming circle
Had stopped its dance; so took its song had ceased-
That gentle mingling of their threefold breath-”

Earthquakes & songs. No don’t stop the rain here in California.

Hudley Flipside | Punk Rock Colleague • Historian • Archivist

“Fogerty claims the song is about “the apocalypse that was going to be visited upon us”. He also said that when the band was learning the song he recognized the contrast between the apocalyptic words and the happy melody. He said, “It wasn’t until the band was learning the song that I realized the dichotomy.”

“Bad Moon Rising” is a song written by John Fogerty and performed by Creedence Clearwater Revival. It was the lead single from their album Green River and was released on April 16, 1969.”

I can see that there are many artists that have done this song… some really stupid like Satin Puppets and Nxghtshade, old news… ick so redundant.

Yet the best is the original by CCR…

5 days until a full moon as the harbinger of the autumnal equinox approaches. Fires, earthquakes, and lightning… yes. It feels extreme. Glad the heat wave in California broke… yet we did have an earthquake today here in Malibu California.

Fires are happening too. It does not make one want to shout for joy…

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A treat

Environmental etiquette t-shirts for your wearing pleasure.

The little things we do to make our environment better. Standing still I see around me in my garden or in my home.

Yet outside I try and do things that are good for my environment. I do not use pesticides. I encourage natural pest control. If you give your environment time it will reach a natural balance.

I have developed a nice relationship with my local praying mantis hub. They have balanced out the problem we had of too many black widow spiders.

Yet all the wild animals too come and go in a balanced way too.

Owls come to visit as well as our family bird tribe of ravens.

The laws and resilience of nature is not for me to control we are all on the menu in one way or another. Yet as a human being I practice environmental etiquette.

For example, if you move into a neighborhood, you are happy with your new home. Take a look around and see how the homes around you are like. Is it a caring frequency you feel? Practice environmental etiquette and I guarantee you that you will make all sorts of friends.

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Golden Brown

Golden-Brown Big Mama Mantis on the tree in front of my office. She has inspired me so over the years. My bedroom was converted into an office because of her. August is ending and I am hopeful I will see her soon… as for years she has shown me her love.

Trump and Elon’s own waste and compost into a terrible part of our ‘unburned’ history books

Recycling my ridiculous cartoon art is exuberance when the characters are so fun to work with. Ejaculations in space and small mushrooms is the theme here. To find something of value in it with the need to express something new.

As my youngest son stated to me today as I was talking to him about how the Film Hair was about all the youth of a generation speaking without cell phones. Yet the new young generation now has technology to hang and amplify their voices.

All the social media where people can do and say anything. That is how it once was on the streets where I grew up but without technology. Freedom always has a big shadow. So, to battle this I have learned with action and practice that real freedom comes with the engagement of responsibility.

So, as I was saying, youngest son says,

“Why worry about Trump and Elon…,”

and he smiled.

“Trump will not be around that much longer.”

“It is only matter of time… Trump is getting old and will die in the next ten years or less.”

Where did my son learn such good common-sense?

I love my PayPal but Elon, along with ejaculating in space, has joined the small mushroom club. He has a need to join with racists, Nazis, patriots who don’t know what that means, greedy bastards, men with closets full of Viagra.

As our clever youthful generations expand, they are covering up these guys. They are going to be covered over in our small mushroom gardens by their own waste and compost into a terrible part of our ‘unburned’ history books.

‘Our youth’ have gotten this down really good… so proud of them.

Oh ya LSD Vance is a jerk.

Little item that makes the world go round

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Jack Kerouac wrote, “Our shabby suitcases were piled up on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. Nevertheless, no matter what happened, the road was life.”

Like Holy Mackerel King Fish

Buz Murdock : You can still smell it.

Tod Stiles : mm huh

Buz Murdock : No, I mean the hate. That girl, she hates so hard it came right through the mask. Do you know what I mean?

Tod Stiles : No, I’m not sure that I do.

Buz Murdock : I guess you gotta be around it the way I used to be. It’s like malaria. One sniff of it, and it comes right back. You can forget anything except hate.

Tod Stiles : What about the little item that makes the world go round?

Buz Murdock : Love? Love’s a… a skinny kid that can catch cold and die from just standing outside a locked door, begging to come in. But hate, now that’s a tiger in the hole. Hot or cold, busts in, chomps out a piece, never grows back.

1968-1975

Martin Milner, Edd Byrnes and Micky Dolenz

Adam-12 Dirt Duel 9/13/72

Adam-12 is an American police procedural crime drama television series created by Robert A. Cinader and Jack Webb and produced by Mark VII Limited and Universal Television

1966 to 1968.

Micky Dolenz, The Monkees Sitcom.

After the first year, Dolenz’s friend Harry Nilsson contributed his song “Daybreak”, also arranging and producing the recording, which included Keith Allison on guitar, former Monkees producer Chip Douglas on bass, and steel-guitarist Orville “Red” Rhodes.

1960 -1964

Martin Milner

Route 66 is an American adventure crime drama television series that premiered on CBS on October 7, for a total of 116 episodes. Route 66 is an American adventure crime dramatelevision series that premiered on CBS on October 7, 1960, and ran until March 20, 1964, for a total of 116 episodes. The series was created by Herbert B. Leonard and Stirling Silliphant, who were also responsible for the ABC drama Naked City, from which Route 66 was an indirect spin-off.

1958 to 1964:

Edd Byrnes

77 Sunset Strip is an American television private detective drama series created by Roy Huggins and starring Efrem Zimbalist Jr., Roger Smith, Richard Long (from 1960 to 1961) and Edd Byrnes (billed as Edward Byrnes). Each episode was one hour long when aired with commercials. The show ran from. The character of detective Stuart Bailey was first used by writer Huggins in his 1946 novel The Double Take, later adapted into the 1948 film I Love Trouble.

I was watching an old Adam-12 when a rebellious youth character popped up. Edd Byrnes was the head of a motorcycle gang who was challenged by a police officer Martin Milner who also once played a rebellious dude seeking the wild side of Route 66. But what really got my attention while I ate my lunch at my crazy coffee cave was the third biker dude Micky Dolenz.

77 Sunset Strip meets Route 66 and then hangs with The Monkees and Adam-12 a police officer.

Characters who are created by a writer for a script in a TV show. It is wild how much an actor can portray rebellion. It is entertainment but makes me happy and sad at the same time.

Writers like Herbert B. Leonard and Stirling Silliphant, Robert A. Cinader and Jack Webb and Roy Huggins influenced a generation of images on our TV screen from their imaginations as middle-aged men.

I am not saying it is not relevant story telling. I have watched these shows throughout my lifetime. Just something that heightened my attention today.

One can have fantasies

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ATTENTION well my fantasy came true the Saints are coming to Los Angeles and I have my tickets to see them. Bitchin’.

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My Saints Challenge T-shirt… it is getting unbelievable real as we get closer…

The Saints ’73-’78 are carrying on the spirit of Aussie punk icons The Saints and feature original members Ed Kuepper and Ivor Hay backed by an impressive trio of Mark Arm (Mudhoney), Mick Harvey (Birthday Party, Bad Seeds) and Peter Oxley (Sunny boys). (Original front man Chris Bailey died in 2022.) They play songs from The Saints’ (I’m) Stranded (1977), Eternally Yours (1978), and Prehistoric Sounds (1978)

Click on image to get a print on demand image… my little call in the wild.

Original post… nice foresight…

One can have fantasies. I am working with a Pluto Square (3^rd House) with natal Neptune (12^th House.)

All those feeling complexes are moving out into the world of imagination, writing, and speaking.

The resonance of the music of The Saints drills in my heart and soul as always but now it is not just bumping up against my fantasies but also a new reality. A probability that maybe The Saints are within my real touch of hearing and seeing.

I realize the truth is even though they are touring in Australia I can not afford to see them. Let alone endure the long journey to get there.

Punk Drummers Whose Heads Exploded with a Big Loud Bang… Flopside Bubble Gum Comics

It is comforting to think about them playing again in a new form.

I like to dream and think that something magical will happen and suddenly I will have all I need to go. Money, transportation, and places to stay.

I can do this, I tell myself.

All sorts of fantasies enter my brain and so I am happy to embrace this journey in my mind.

The summer is so hot, and my cave is cool enough to write this down. As taking off that pressure of a square that asks me to do just that.

The Saints are a band I have always experienced this way. Songs that never devoid me of interest. An addiction that fools me into my imagination.

My Pied Piper into the new world of a scene that still haunts my soul while addressing my spirit of a singing man now gone from this world.

So, I mention this post and apply depth psychology upon the subject.

I journey to the places of my precious subconscious, soul, spirit and psyche. A place I know well and have met The Saints many a time…

Moving slowly into Autumn is a positive move forward…

Hudley Watercolor

Chris Bailey’s psychic being is still very strong

Another New Edition to Strong Women Postcards

Grizzle Bears and Poppies 4 Kamala Harris

In Incongruence

Hudley Flipside | Punk Rock Colleague • Historian • Archivist

“Light art or the art of light is referring to a visual art form in which (physical) light is the main, if not sole medium of creation. Uses of the term differ drastically in incongruence; definitions, if existing, vary in several aspects.”

Barefoot and in the wilderness. This is a mighty image taken of me. The wonder of nature and a grandee waterfall.

I was “Born to Be Wild” supporting a punk rock scene that had value and authenticity. Yet we would often take breaks. Sometimes to Cabo San Lucas, Mexico, and other times here where I am standing.

Life was about reaching out and exploring. A time to be in a counterculture where love was my ambition.

This does tell a story of how I was then.

The other image is one I took recently on a look for magic in Los Angeles.

I found some extraordinary things.

Now in my senior years I reach more towards the inside. I don’t go on adventures as much and my counterculture days are over.

The punk scene is what it was once. The most important aspect of what remains are the songs. The songs and the individuals who are still here on the earth.

We were waiting for Dublin’s Irish Pub to open. It was part of the Fine Arts Building 1926.

Someone was giving an art tour. A small group of people. The door was held open. The one giving the talk let us in as well. We walked into a wonder beyond measure.

Out of the extreme heat and above the metro stands this remarkable building.

Along with the grandiose architecture of the room was an art exhibit by Michael Flechtner.

Light art.

I was taken with one called “Middle Ground.” I was wearing my “As Above, So Below” three eye black cat t-shirt. It was a wonderful example of magic, synchronicity and my personal spirituality coming tighter together in a moment’s time.

To realize that I am the middle ground between the above and the below.

Black Cat magic at it’s best in the city.

Middle Ground by Michael Flechtner at the Fine Arts Building 1926

http://www.flekro.com

As I drank my pint at Dublin’s Pub and thought about ordering some food. I saw my black kitty Whiskey looking at me, in my mind’s eye. She likes to watch me eat. She gets a lot of my food. We are alike. We are half wild and half domesticated.

We decided to split the next pint instead. My man and I don’t drink like we once did.

“Born to Be Wild” is a song written by Mars Bonfire and first performed by the band Steppenwolf. Although the lyrics do not specifically mention motorcycles, the song is often invoked in both popular and counter culture to denote a biker appearance or attitude since being featured in the 1969 film Easy Rider.

Jimmy Eat World is an American rock band formed in 1993 in Mesa, Arizona. The band is composed of lead vocalist and lead guitarist Jim Adkins, rhythm guitarist and backing vocalist Tom Linton, bassist Rick Burch, and drummer Zach Lind. They have released ten studio albums, the last nine featuring the current line-up.