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Sunday morning, January 1st, 2011… 11:33AM

The text today says "Great Night!!!!"

Yes… looking back at the line I just typed, I realize that it was a great year.

Futuristic New Wave…

The Rise of the Planet of the Apes…

Which side are you on… Robot?

There is no more mediocrity. No place to go on memory lane.

No love anywhere…

And no end to the justifying of means.

Blah blah blah.

What will change in 2012 is the wild side of life.

The need for sleep and lazy standards is the usual excuse.

I had been up all night, "hazy", handgun hanging on.

"Murdered it."

The surest poison is alcohol.

DEATH TO THE DOWN AND DIRTY CERTAINTY.

Good Riddance to the Treacherous Three.

But there's no way to escape the ghost in the machine.

Patriotic Party aka National Front : the boys doing business.

In red, white and blue, the wild cards were winning.

The balloons rose higher, avoiding fatal punctures.

The American flag began to wave.

Now there was a lifting of Libertarian spirits.

A "BACCHUS AWAKENING."

It was just enough to be able to recreate this elite crowd atmosphere.

Nothing but neckties appeared out of nowhere.

Incredulous admiration for "The Pillars Of Creation".

"All right. Lead the way."

The pied piper summoned his followers and led them into lunacy.

In happy pursuit of mayhem.

When in Lunar do as the Lunartics do.

Keep in mind you're out of your mind.

Remember that one night you missed?

The list read like a who's who of new hip hop lunartics:

Mac Miller, Kendrick Lamar, Mike Posner, Asher Roth..

Don't forget Dirt Nasty, D-Why and Napalm.

Poppin' absurd amounts of bottles..

Aces vs. Jokers.

Champaign Wars.

Finally a bit of high style living, "luxury problems".

Enemies OF the Underground. Turntablism has risen!

The Return of the "True Vinyl" 2012.

Remember when the Animal Crackers were the top cats, vicious circus lions escaped from the zoo..

Indeed.

Those were the days.

PARTY ROBOT

Robots like to party.

I like to party with robots.

Glimmer, Glamour,

Hammered.

Robots dance electronically.

Respond only to rhythmic noise.

No you can not hear it.

Robots listen.

Rocketship countdown.

The explosion!

Great sparkling display.

Murderous Mayhem.

Hidden in liquors, lingering.. glittering.

A disco ball needs hammering.

Good Smashing.

"You still standing there?!"

The party was silent.

Balloons balanced themselves in the air.

Nirvana at a crossroad.

"Which way do we go?"

It was a DUMB question.

"Straight into the future, I reckon."

The road is pink and leads up into blue heavens.

Vanilla Sky cocktail.

We'll never recapture the past.

And I'll be damned if I try.

In 2012, duplicates will replace robots.

We want people to be perfect.

Perfectly Mighty!

Calling All Lunartics!

Ready to Ascend? Change quickly?

I am! I am!

Paranoid Planetoid, becomes happy on an asteroid.

Sounds smilingly ironic.

Marsha Mellow melts down in the moonlight. Really launched.

"Ha!" said the man behind the curtain. Frank Barron smirking next to him.

"Maybe next year will be the best of all!"

JAGER MAYHEM

Interlude:

THE deer head, from FB's? 

"That's not normal."

Sparklers On Antlers!

The Jager Man Rules!!

Saturday Night was the long awaited turning point.

Sudden strange behavior becomes clearly acceptable.

One ORANGE deer head over the Lunartic crew

snarling.

Let me just put it to you this way, 

it's not a one-off.

Don't call it a comeback. 

We have a reputation to uphold. MAINTAIN CREATIVITY. 

According to the haters, we're struggling desperately.

It takes teamwork, specially trained technicians for spastic situations. 

SOS Energy!!!

Dancing Wildly 

With the Moondancer. Swaggering drunk.

"Who's that girl?"

"Where's she going?"

To Lunar in the Limo... Revived by Robo-A-Go-Go.

A night of mayhem, running amuck,

at the Jager Cocktail Party! 

"Deerheads and balloons and bottles."

Jager thrust into the faces of blurry eyed bystanders. 

Heavy drinking, trying to act normal, but the ORANGE blood crept up on us.

Loud music, jumping up and down, top speed. 

"I need a cigarette." 

Agreed. 

Keep the engine running.

This is definitely not home. 

We must be somewhere else.

ROARING 2000s

Disco Samurai, Volume 1

Maniacal Memoirs from a Mad Mind

Things are different now...

Few futurists - especially unconventional conventionalists like Frank Barron -  disagree.

He took a long look at the mountain of rocks glasses. 

21 to be exact. Jenga shots!~

It's the Saturday night crowd, they're back.

Frank and his friends, 2000s style Gatsbys. Fedoras and black birthday boas.

Queen City Action. Episode 2: Bottomless Bartending. 

Yakuza Bonanza! Japanese Headband with a Samurai sword clutching it with both hands. 

Ninja Fantasy! 

Asian Hallucinations! 

"We're attractting attention." He whispered to the warrior with the drunken style.

Future Flash Flow-ward. 

Into an Era of the Wings of Fire... EFN BEWARE!

The Dangerous Rex...  The buffalo beheadings... The End of the Dead Ends.

A New BE-ginning. 

New Leaders bearing old crosses.

The Year of the Bear becomes the Year of the Bulldog.

Cincinnati is a garden of Eden.

A paradise lost, looking to be found. 

Downtown.

Reality ruined it. I want my... I want my... I want my... Nevermind.

20 Year anniversary of smashing guitars.

Being born underwater, chasing the dollar.

"Here we are now... Entertain us!"

The screeching caravan. The screaming band. The Screen Doors wrecked the mic

Again.

The lowest form of Rock & Roll. Flabbergasted Bewilderment,

But the song was done right.

The kids in the back looked like they were ready for mayhem.

Speaking of Mayhem, Lunar is just up ahead!

Finally some serious fun in the fast lane.

AUTUMN CLOUD

The last launch. Atlantis. Mob milling.

The center of steering. Slowdown, Bowman. Top billing.

You believe them old rock stars. 24 Hour Lifestyle. Miracles on display. 

Girls, Girls, Girls.. the Vince Neil Parade.

A Big Blonde Blur, chewing gum, on top of the moon.

I remember re-thinking retiring to the gravity reality. 

But Lunar is a Lift Off, weightless weekends of mayhem.

Drinking jager and learning the End of Act One.

Oh Dear God. The triumphal deer head. 

Egyptian Hieroglyphics. Futuristic Forty Under Forty. 

Beyond Censorship, David Bowman stood silent and the middle finger went up.

"This place is fucked." - Quote of the Month, Week, Day, Today.

Backup fast, disconnect thought. Machinery short circuits seasonally.

Pacman passed by. Suddenly terrified, Tron moved like a ghost. 

The car crashed. Go! Go! Go! Control is lost.

Is that Ruby reading Rorschach ink blots?

"You and your goddamn nice furniture!" Someone hurled a glass at the chandelier.

Point of Dissension. Art removed from the walls. Iron Man exiled. 

That chair you're sitting in, is broken. 

"You and your chaos and your crazy commotion!"

THIS TIME WE'RE READY TO BELIEVE IN THE AMERICAN DREAM.

Even In the Age of Obama and Apocalypse and American Greed. 

An autumn cloud up ahead.  

Menacing. 

COMETH SOON... Nightmare On Elm Street... This Fall.

NOTICE!

Notice!...

A simple silhouette...

A "behind the scenester", A Frank Barronesque baroness.

Adruchia's Bday. A brand new brand of fun.

Lights, Camera, Framester!

Read the disclaimer. Find your "Frame Face".

Absolut Shoot. Cellphone Booth. Let me guess, Lost In The Fast Lane.

Losing everything (but sleep).

Mannequins missing hands, my biggest pet peeve.

But nobody noticed no hands, but me.

Memo on why mannequin mayhem.............................................

Go Go Galaxy Gals on MTV! 

Video Vixens Vindicated. Beyond that, Bar Code.

What makes an ad good is when you don't know it's an ad... Brad.

Golden Rule: know exactly what your product is worth. Also don't get caught up in the staging.

Fashionable Behavior.

Who is Frank Barron? Who are all these people?

Who indeed?

Sex & Nostalgia.

Vs.

Love & Apocalypse.

That's the way it goes - first your future, then your history.

Cameras and microphones follow.

To tweet or not to tweet...

On second thought, it's all about participating in what's happening.

Then there's no end to the mayhem. And it's just unbelievable.

Who could follow up Farina?

"The Most Interesting Man In The World" smiling down at his dick.

The Great Dirt Nasty living like it was 1980 in a club full of Facebook fans.

And Wonder Woman - of all people!

Today the color of crazy is no longer neon, but lawn green. Even worse, sunshine yellow.

Rubik's Cube is right in front of me - Introducing Trapezoid and the some serious squares.

Didn't know them.

Ha ha ha. .. Here we go again.

Back to the good old days before "the train left the station",

when fun was fun and no one was no one special.

THE LUNARTICS

THE LUNARTICS

All Aboard!

The Irish Lunarcy Tour!

A busload of Lunartics: "Bananas Foster", Cobb Salad, the Tigerblood Brotherhood and the vaguely crazy Mr. & Mrs. Shenanigans.

It was the beginning of the day.

"Top O The Morning To Ya!"

@ Launch was the Launch pad.

The Lunartic Bus was now a roving, "rogue" location. For Foursquare check in.

Oh forget the traditonal "Kiss Me I'm Irish" tweets.

"16 HOURS OF IRISH LUNARCY" blowing up your news feed.

This is when blacking out starts to look like the best option.

Fear a second wind.

Tribal chanting. Primitive ranting. Irish Blissful Ignorance.

"True Fools!"

Oh yes. You Funky Bastard!

Frank fell silent. Quiet on the set.

Fashion never comes cheap.

"Would you like some 'green' cannabis?"

Good Old Vine Street.

Meanwhile, back on the bus, the big time party liaisons checked in.

The camera was running from the time we left Lackman to Haps. It was HAP-pening.

Dancing, Drinking, Debaucher-ing...

Big Pimping meets I'm Shipping Up To Boston.

"The Dead Rabbits, Bowery Boys, The Plug Uglies, The Short Tails, The Slaughter Houses, The Swamp Angels..."

A toast to the ghosts of Deadly Irishmen.

From R.P.'s to F.B.'s, we drank for fun and plunder.

Flying carpet rides to Shanghai were a way to lay low when the bombs hit.

Let's evacuate the bus before it turns us into Lunartics.

The bus driver THOUGHT:

"You'll lose your mind on the Lost Highway!"

Take my word for it.

We did.