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This is an untouched photo from tonight.

During my Mardi Gras festivities I drank a lot of Hurricane Mix and rum...

I told the epic tale of love from beyond the grave...

If you celebrate Mardi Gras you have to give something up for lent, fast or whatever your catholic tradition is...I am Voodoo Catholic

My morning started with a vigorious contact from Bozo the Clown's Ghost...saying things like the white face aint paint now...and how he wants all the rest of my rum supply and my spice cake that I have been hoarding...

He says that the sacrifice for lent should be the very thing you want and you give it to the dead...you ancestors and departed friends...

When I got home around midnight I was relly charged from the third degree ceremony we gave to a fellow who was very happy to experience it...very energetic...where you sort of pass out...

see digital falcom for that story...

Wearing my tails I grabbed my Claymore and Top Hat and began casting shadows on my wall listeing to the Misty Mountains by Led Zepplin. Really hit the charge hard...then I got the message again...loud and clear...make the cake and pour the rum on the Searles Graves...NOW

I took my precious spice cake and mixed in the last of my oil and poured in a healthy dose of rum....and mixed it with the large pig leg bone from the Mardi Gras feast (all I have is a pic of the empty pan of greens that I made). I took this bone large enough to stir together the batter and mixed it well and poured it into a pan I could leave behind...for good measure I took the bone and a long skinny one that goes with it and put them in the batter in the form of a cross. I baked this up till the house smelled divine...I had been waiting to eat that cake...I really wanted that cake...it was the perfect sacrifice and the rum too....broke at this time and that is the last of my alcohol supply...


On my way out I grabbed the chocolate easter bunny from last year...it was alive and ready for action...i thought I would get to eat that one...while I was there...when I got there I realized I had nothing for Frank and the other babies...three kids are buried ...it is a really nice family...really

so I poured the Rum on Bobs grave...I have been feeling a little bad about the way I uded to carry on wiht his wife while he was laying right there...it is a natural form of polyamory...I am just more mature and respectful of his feeling now...it was at least a pint of rum...I drew a two foot cross, circled it, and spiraled into the center the whole thime the ground was drinking it in...i cant describe the good feeling it was...bob was an old Steam Ship Captain...I'm sure he like his rum...

Rachel loves spice...she loved Taco Bell...when I would eat with herein the old days...I knew she was going to like the cake...

And Frank...and the other kids...I pulled that bunny out of my pocket and played like I was eating it...going for the kill...tearing out its throat...till they laughed giddily..they insisted that I take the head...and it sits on my alter...which I can eat till easter (a mystery I will evolve elsewhere)...short stroy they cant eat till Jesus comes back and they pop out of their graves...magnify my little pang...but I left a half pound of chocolate bunny for the kids...


I also invited Cyrus Sinclair and G.W. Hunter, my esteemed Masonic Brothers, who have lain out there forgotten...by most...but somethings are forvever...G.W.Hunter built the second largest Masonic Temple in the State of California and was the Grand Master of California in 1904 when the Aeon changed...


...I am really not supprised that the photograph shows the fog taking strange forms and delighting in the LOVE...

..taking LOVE...RUM...CAKE...CHOCOLATE...into the place of shells, of death, of hungry spirts forgotten...