A video about taking street graffiti to new heights.
Speaking of graffiti; I was in a scary place tonight. A sign outside said that parts of the building materials were taken from a place in Mississippi commemorating a 1930 deal with Satan. Lots of people can visit the first two levels if they have a lot of money, but tonight I got to go to the inner sanctum. I got to go to the THIRD level and I got to go DURING a ritual. It was freaky deaky, baby. Freaky deaky.
I 'd guess that less than half of one percent of the population of Los Angeles ever gets to see even a few seconds of a Foundation meeting. Probably less. It's guarded by a 350 pound djin with a secret service earpiece. He was the one who sent me up there and I think he only sent me up there after I had mentioned my past connection with the underworld and underworld types like The Dragon Lady and The Ornamental. I guess that made me safe.
I took the elevator up, got off on three, passed through the dark anteroom with its statuary of various demons and its stern signs warning of unspecified penalties for the possession of camera or video equipment in any part of the building, and pulled the curtains back to look at this large room covered with ancient hieroglyphics on the ceilings and the walls.
The place was lit by flickering candles. In the center was a dark mass. My eyes adjusted. The dark mass was moving. It was them. The practitioners.
A few of them looked over at me and they were not happy I was there. Their voices muted. They were sitting in a circle, all wearing nothing but black on black, gnawing on the carcasses of exotic dead things.
You have to understand. These were ultra rich beings. Powerful beings. They hide their likenesses in public. They do not like being seen in their natural state. They paid people like me to keep people like me away from them. Was it my imagination or did I hear an angry cat hiss? The circle of about 12 beings seemed to close tighter in on itself as I passed right by them, within arm's reach.
I looked away from them. Their powers of seduction are well documented. I walked right past them, trying to be as invisible as possible. Funny thing: you can feel their power. It emanates off of them lives waves of heat.
A consort grabbed me and pulled me through some curtains on the other side. He seemed a little panicked, but it was too late. I saw them. They saw me. The consort handed me a walkie talkie and sent me on my way, down the back stairs. And that was the highlight of my temporary job assignment today. I made $72.
I could tell you more. I could tell you about my tour earlier in the day of the place's make out rooms, rooms where $2000 couches were destroyed and being replaced, about my exploration of the back stage areas and the dressing rooms and the ramps and secret hallways.
Do you know what rich and famous people write when they write graffiti on backstage hallway walls that only other rich and famous people (and stagehands) will see?
They write their own names...and the names of other places, other cities, where they've practiced their black arts.
Speaking of graffiti; I was in a scary place tonight. A sign outside said that parts of the building materials were taken from a place in Mississippi commemorating a 1930 deal with Satan. Lots of people can visit the first two levels if they have a lot of money, but tonight I got to go to the inner sanctum. I got to go to the THIRD level and I got to go DURING a ritual. It was freaky deaky, baby. Freaky deaky.
I 'd guess that less than half of one percent of the population of Los Angeles ever gets to see even a few seconds of a Foundation meeting. Probably less. It's guarded by a 350 pound djin with a secret service earpiece. He was the one who sent me up there and I think he only sent me up there after I had mentioned my past connection with the underworld and underworld types like The Dragon Lady and The Ornamental. I guess that made me safe.
I took the elevator up, got off on three, passed through the dark anteroom with its statuary of various demons and its stern signs warning of unspecified penalties for the possession of camera or video equipment in any part of the building, and pulled the curtains back to look at this large room covered with ancient hieroglyphics on the ceilings and the walls.
The place was lit by flickering candles. In the center was a dark mass. My eyes adjusted. The dark mass was moving. It was them. The practitioners.
A few of them looked over at me and they were not happy I was there. Their voices muted. They were sitting in a circle, all wearing nothing but black on black, gnawing on the carcasses of exotic dead things.
You have to understand. These were ultra rich beings. Powerful beings. They hide their likenesses in public. They do not like being seen in their natural state. They paid people like me to keep people like me away from them. Was it my imagination or did I hear an angry cat hiss? The circle of about 12 beings seemed to close tighter in on itself as I passed right by them, within arm's reach.
I looked away from them. Their powers of seduction are well documented. I walked right past them, trying to be as invisible as possible. Funny thing: you can feel their power. It emanates off of them lives waves of heat.
A consort grabbed me and pulled me through some curtains on the other side. He seemed a little panicked, but it was too late. I saw them. They saw me. The consort handed me a walkie talkie and sent me on my way, down the back stairs. And that was the highlight of my temporary job assignment today. I made $72.
I could tell you more. I could tell you about my tour earlier in the day of the place's make out rooms, rooms where $2000 couches were destroyed and being replaced, about my exploration of the back stage areas and the dressing rooms and the ramps and secret hallways.
Do you know what rich and famous people write when they write graffiti on backstage hallway walls that only other rich and famous people (and stagehands) will see?
They write their own names...and the names of other places, other cities, where they've practiced their black arts.
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ReplyDeleteWas it an Amway meeting?
ReplyDeleteProbably nothing as sinister as that.
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