By Tom H. Brooks 3


“When opportunity presents itself, I do not hit; my fist hits all by itself…
Bruce Lee
jabbering monkeys need structure too
attention deficit disorder is all around
nobody`s listening
nobody`s listening
nobody`s listening
send in the clowns or the clones
or whatever
the eagle is never going to land
and tomorrow never comes….
you`re not gonna fucking BELIEVE the Virgin Mobile Cell Phone Advertisement I just saw
towering over Hollywood Blvd!!!
It is a pornographic photo of a girl with a cock in her ass and one in her mouth,
while her phone is obviously ringing and buzzing on the table…the written message says:
It`s there right now, go look!
I couldn`t believe my eyes!
I am shocked and appalled!
I mean, come on!!  What`s next, huh?   Sexy naked nuns with strap-ons?
Forgive me.  I`ve been surrounded by idiots for so long, I`ve grown 
distrustful of people.
Haruki Murakami
“Things the Mirror Shows, Things the Mirror Doesn`t”
33 years old…..the age at which Christ was crucified…..
“Buildings emptied of their automatons are even more desolate than tombs.  When the machines are
left idle, they create a void deeper than death itself.  I was a ghost moving about in a vacuum.  To sit
down, to stop and light a cigarette, not to sit down, not to smoke, to think, or not to think, breathe or
stop breathing, it was all one and the same.  Drop dead and the man behind you walks over you; fire
a gun and another man fires at you; yell and you wake the dead, who, oddly enough, also have
powerful lungs.  Traffic is now going east and west; in a minute, it will go north and south. Everything
is proceeding blindly and according to rule and nobody is getting anywhere.
“My body is heavy as lead when I throw it onto the bed.  I pass immediately into the lowest depths of
dream.  This body, which has become sarcophagus with stone handles, lies perfectly motionless; the
dreamer rises out of it, like a vapor, to circumnavigate the world.  The dreamer seeks vainly to find a
form and shape that will fit his ethereal essence, but all the bodies he tries are misfits.  Finally, he is
obliged to return to his own body, to reassume the leaden mold, to become a prisoner of the flesh, to
carry on in torpor, pain, and ennui.”
Henry Miller
book 1 of “The Rosy Crucifixion”
On medical marijuana….
“It`s prescription….it`s perfectly LEGAL!
I could walk up to the President of the United States and blow smoke in his
stupid monkey face and he`d just have to groove on it…”
Homer Simpson
“Looking out on the contemporary landscape, where are the beasts of the field, the crops, the manure,
the roses that flower in the midst of corruption?  I see railroad tracks, gas stations, cement blocks, iron
girders, tall chimneys, automobile cemeteries, factories, warehouses, sweatshops, vacant lots.  Not a
goat in sight.  I see it all clearly and distinctly: it spells desolation and death, death everlasting.  For
thirty years now I have worn the iron cross of ignominious servitude, serving but not believing, working
but taking no savings, resting but knowing no peace.  Why should I believe that everything will suddenly
change, just having her, just loving and being loved?  Nothing will be changed except myself.”
“To write, I meditated, must be an act devoid of will.  The word, like a deep ocean current, has to float
to the surface of its own impulse.  A child has no need to write, he is innocent.  A man writes to throw
off the poison he has accumulated because of his false way of life.  He is trying to recapture his innocence,
yet all he succeeds in doing (by writing) is to innoculate the world with the virus of his disillusionment.  No man
would ever set a word down on paper if he had the courage to live out what he believed in.  His
inspiration is deflected at the source.  If it is a world of truth, beauty and magic that he desires to create,
why does he put millions of words between himself and the reality of that world?  Why does he defer
action–unless it be that, like other men, what he really desires is power, fame and success.  `Books
are human actions in death,` said Balzac.  Yet, having perceived the truth, he deliberately surrendered
the angel to the demon which possessed him.”
Everyday we slaughter our finest impulses.  That is why we get a heartache when we read those
lines written by the hand of a master and recognize them as our own, as the tender shoots which
we stifled because we lacked the faith to believe in our own powers, our own criterion of truth and
beauty.  Every man, when he gets quiet, when he becomes desperately honest with himself, is
capable of uttering profound truths.  We all derive from the same source.  There is no mystery about
the origin of things.  We are all a part of creation, all kings, all poets, all musicians; we have only
to open up, only to discover what is already there.
Henry Miller
“If I could be anything
in this world that flew,
I would be a bat
and come swooping after you,
well, you know
what happens after dark,
when rattlesnakes lose their skin
and their hearts,
and all the missionaries
lose their bark,
And all the trees
are calling after you…”
Lou Reed
I love yelling gibberish at people
on the street from our Hollywood rooftop…
Working at Marmalade makes me hate LA people…
I know…I am a native, don`t hold it against me, I just can`t fuckin stand em…
with their trendy clothes and expensive sunglasses, the stink of their sweaty,
perfumed flesh, their stupid hairdos, gay Diesel shoes, their pretentious air,
everybody`s an actor or “in the business”, their fucking cell phones, and worst
of all;  their spinach omelettes with egg whites, and soy milk lattes, and
“no avocado, no onion, no this, no that…”  …SHUT THE FUCK UP!!
GODDAMN, I love Arizona girls….
The Redplates are coming, the Redplates are coming…!
This is more fun than a barrel of monkeys!
Feeling pensive this gloomy Tuesday afternoon as I head south across the PV Peninsula.  So much
has changed.  They are building malls and clone houses everywhere.  Dive bars have become
“authentic landmarks” to a velvet rope, apple martini-drinking crowd, Mom and pop stores have
become fucking Starbucks.  Good music gets harder to find in these conditions.  Bad music gets
worse.  The world dives ever-deeper into conflict, beating the drums of war.  My biggest joy is
driving south alone with Bob Marley cranking on the stereo under a partly cloudy and turbulent
windswept sky.  Endless shades of gray and purple and blue on the waves of the sea.  I bust
through the clouds and into sunlight and now I sit at Royal Palms by the sea, the world bathed
in orange and pink light with white seagulls whirling circles around me and the ocean spray crashing
in crystal shards.  I sit here, writing and thinking and smiling to myself.  The only way to happiness
is to simply make it happen.  Be happy.  Wake up and live while there`s still time…
 “By any means necessary…”
Malcolm X
You can stuff your serenity in a sack, mister!
I`m walking around Hollywood Blvd. at Highland, carrying my skateboard.  3 young black dudes laugh
at me and say, “Yo man, the beach is that way…”  and they point west.  I laugh and smile and point
southeast and say, “I know, man….Compton is that way!”  It`s all good, baby, just some LA natives
being smartasses with each other.
The English language is about one-half redundant….at least it is at Yucca Estates….
“You`re 32 years old and you`ve accomplished nothing.  Jesus Christ was dead and alive again by
33 years old; you`d better get cracking.”
“Confessions of a Dangerous Mind”
“Water takes many forms.  Water flows.  Water crashes.  When water is in a teapot, itbecomes the teapot.
When water is in a glass, it becomes the glass…everchanging….be like water, my friend.”
Bruce Lee
“Homo-sapiens have outgrown their use.”
David Bowie
HUGEST war protest I`ve ever seen in my life on Sunset Blvd…..THOUSANDS of people…they`re really starting to hate you, Bush/Cheney….
It actually makes me really sad to see so many people trying to stop another useless war and to know, deep in my heart, that it can`t be stopped.
Like Bukowski said, “Politics is Like Trying to Screw a Cat in the Ass”
“Almost Transparent Blue”
American Indian Meditation;
face the ocean for balance
face east for understanding
face south for renewal
face north for power
A crazy black lady with bug eyes shuffles up to me on the street and asks, ever so politely,
“Excuse me, sir, do you know where the nearest needle exchange is?”
I shrug and point across Cahuenga in the alley behind Hollywood Blvd.
HOW do I know this?  Well, I live right up the street….I see `em everyday.
“Don`t matter if the road is long
don`t matter if it`s steep,
Don`t matter if the moon is gone
and the darkness is complete,
Don`t matter if we lose our way
it`s written that we`ll meet,
At least that`s what I heard you say
A Thousand Kisses Deep…
I loved you when you opened
like a lily to the heat,
You see, I`m just another snowman
standing in the rain and sleet,
Who loved you with his frozen mouth,
his secondhand physique,
With all he is
and all he was,
A Thousand Kisses Deep…
I know you had to lie to me,
I know you had to cheat,
You learned it on your father`s knee
and at your mother`s feet,
But did you have to fight your way
across the burning street?
When all your vital interests lay
A Thousand Kisses Deep…
The thought of you is peaceful
and the file on you complete,
Except what I forgot to do
A Thousand Kisses Deep…
Don`t matter if you`re rich and strong,
don`t matter if you`re weak,
Don`t matter if you write a song
the nightingales repeat,
Don`t matter if it`s 9 to 5
or timeless and unique,
You ditch your life
to stay alive
A Thousand Kisses Deep…
The ponies run, the girls are young,
the odds are there to beat,
You win awhile and then it`s done,
your little winning streak,
And summon now to deal
with your invincible defeat,
You live your life as if it`s real
A Thousand Kisses Deep…
I hear their voices in the wine
who sometimes that we seek,
The band is playing `Auld Lang Syne`
but the heart will not retreat,
There`s no forsaking what you love,
no existential leap,
As witnessed here
in time and blood
Leonard Cohen
“Nothing so consumes a person as meaningless exertion.”
Friday, February 21st
We had a mushroom party the other day, how long ago was that?  I do not know.  Anyhoo, I`m talking about the WHOLE
building.  It was like a carnival funhouse with people tripping balls, walking in and out of doorways and up and down
hallways and stairways, here, there and everywhere, music blaring out of every window and doorway and the drone
of endless and insane far-out conversations and random thoughts and chaos.  It is really beyond description, you HAD
to be there.  Some of you may be glad you weren`t.  When things finally got back to normal, whenever that was, the
quiet lasted for all of 2 hours before we started up into more madness.  I`m telling ya, 4 days of pure and unfettered
craziness, drinking, drugs and women….Not a one of us knows which way is up right now….I`M BURNT OUT.
I remember listening to some really loud MC5 when I was hallucinating, maybe “Teenage Lust”, or “Kick Out the Jams”
or maybe it was “Motor City is Burning”.  I don`t know for sure, but it was BADASS!
“Fighting for peace is like fucking for virginity.”
I contradicted myself in there
Matthew Good
I believe it was Derek R who turned me on to this Matthew Good character….
At last, there is nothing left to say…..
“How`s that idiocy coming, by the way?”
“Instead, I`m dreaming of spinning satanic heads speaking Spanish that turn into 7-11s, fish with no eyes, birds with
two heads that try to fly in both directions at once.  It`s all mixed up.  There was a time when everything made sense,
but it`s all over now.  Lost forever under the guise of fast food that isn`t all that fast, and mini-malls that aren`t for tiny
people.  Sometimes I wonder where to go next.  And then it dawns on me that tomorrow is a new day.  That`s just the
way the world works.  It only spins in one direction for some reason.”
“The Day Everyone was Allowed to Shoot Anyone They Wanted but Missed”
“The world is filled with things that will never make sense.  Trying to make so much sense of them will only result in
one thing….spending the rest of your life trying to remember what you were like before any of it mattered.”
“The need for something more than yourself ultimately diminishes the need for yourself.”
“For you will be dead much longer than you will be alive.  And you will have all that time to remember everything that
was your life, even if no one else does.  So you had better find something worth remembering and just leave it at that.”
“Somewhere, beyond the expanding universe, there must surely exist a bottomless well of time that has yet to be
tampered with.  It moves neither forward nor back.  Undefined, it simply is.  And so, as our clocks march towards
the birth of a new era of imbalances, I find myself amused by the myriad of predictions that have been tossed around
like they possess even an ounce of reliability.  If there is anything in this world I`d enjoy more than witnessing the end
of the world it would definitely have to be watching a world ASSUME that it was coming to an end.”
Matthew Good
The doctor is in.
He`s got medicine.
It`ll cure what ails ya…
“I`m gonna hit you so many times that you`re gonna think you`re surrounded.
You ain`t fast enough, I`m too fast for ya, I`M BAD….”
Muhammed Ali
Nobody`s listening….
It`s like I`m talking to a toilet here….
“Different drugs separate people`s worlds…”
Work with me, I`m here to BUY, it`s a BUYERS market….
“When the bombs fly
it`s time to BUY”
Wall Street Saying
Picture of an AK-47
a short description of Bateman
What a strange paradox I`m in….
I need money
I don`t want to work
I just heard a crazed tattooed homeless dude screaming
Dr. Omega
“The dumb are mostly intrigued by the drum…”
Wu Tang  BITCHES!!
“You might hear me but you don`t listen…”
Method Man
“Some of us prefer illusion to despair…”
Nothing really happened…
I walked in the Hollywood Hills.
It was a gray and windswept day.
I was alone…
if you don`t know, you better ax somebody…!
Why did I do that?
And why did I do it AGAIN?
“But as with all kisses, it was not without a certain element of danger…”
“All strength had drained from my body, as if someone had snuck up behind me and silently
pulled the plug.  I covered my face with my hands.  Inside that darkness, I saw rain falling
on the sea.  Rain softly falling on a vast sea, with no one there to see it.  The rain strikes the
surface of the sea, yet even the fish don`t know it is raining.  Until someone came and rested
a hand upon my shoulder, my thoughts were of the sea.”
Haruki Murakami
“South of the Border, West of the Sun”



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