Mr. Ballerina: ... ... Under the influence of celebrities and fools ... crimes against humanity and the heart should be cited and rectified at all costs ... ...

Part One

TigerLily LoveBeads

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From what I can recall of this over-rated period of castrated rebellion and politics, it conveys itself to me now as having only been a transparent license to merely laze about and dope one's mind into the nether regions and beyond ... into that final frontier, man... where the fanatsy and the hallucenation put reality to shame. Over-rated and under-fed and with the back stroke and free-form style of fornication, the non-conformists had expanded their minds to the point of expecting from those that did conform ... to support them with "any spare change, man?"; they were too good to work within the system but all to ready, willing and able to share the fruits of the labors of those that conformed to create the system.

"Listen ... Listen ... In-Coming ... In-Coming ... It's what we have been waiting around for ... our instructions .. our deployment ... we ... mere minions ... we ... of the 'movement'... In-Coming instructions 'direct' from the trenches of the petty upper-class elite in Swinging London-town ... or Haight Ashbury ... or New York City ... or Beverly Hills. In the actual months of the Summer of Love, I remember how Derek Taylor, Patti Boyd-Harrison and George Harrison jettisoned themselves down for the day from Los Angeles in a rented Lear Jet ... to have a first-hand inspection of their rank and file while truckin' to Oswlsey ... as high as one can be while under the influence of LSD.

*( it must have been a weekday)*

Under this lysergic 'influence', the rape and the evaporation of the barefoot and hungry innocents began to un-veil itself up close and personal for the reclusive Beatle ... "We thought that they owned the bloody shops!"... Up close and personal, especially since he became a non-touring Beatle ... perhaps for the first time in a long, long time. As if in a U.S.O. Show in some faraway land ... behind enemy lines in some war-zone ... the morale boosters took time out to 'support the troops' ... they mingled and smooched ... they flashed the peace sign ... they put flowers in their hair and walked among the common man while being flanked and surrounded by their 'entourage and troupe' ... who also were under the influence ... lysergically ... and along on the same trip ... the same Lear Jet. Then, from above, the clouds parted ... and a man-made God descended down onto the Earth from somewhere that only someone vaulted could behold ... and under the influence of psychadelic and mind-expanding drugs could only understand. The bright flashes reflecting in the sunlight in the sky was not counter-attack ... it was a Lear Jet. Once landed and stabilized properly ... a Beatle stepped out from a cocoon ... and from out of the lower ranks a lone voice cried out ... an ever-so-polite plea for mercy ... to "Please boost the over-all morale of our sagging and down-trodden unit ... We are scratched, cracked out and burned ... Please ... just one kind word, Sir, for those of us that have already been too long on the battle-front.

"Play us a tune, Sgt. Pepper".

It has been stated that when George Harrison began to play an communal acoustic guitar that someone had handed him from out of the throng ... that to him, the nylon strings "were as if they were made from rubber bands"; at this, his trip worsened to the point that it was 'time to go'. As the entourage began to multiply rapidly, all of the steadfast and unknown soldiers dropped their post and ran ... rag-tag ... in fear of not touching his vibration ... his hair ... his life-force. "Come on into the LoveBead Store, Pied Piper ... have a LOVE-burger". The Lear Jet was laying in wait at SFO for those who came from that place where 'all-knowing knowledge' derives from ... sales and marketing ... demographics and quarterly earnings.Then, Patti-Boyd Harrison began to cry because with no one left guarding the frontlines, the 'calamity of the Love-In' grew into an un-containable orgy of petulant middle-class behavioralism that followed and shadowed Beatle George's every Beatle step. "This way or that? Where are we? Let's go. Where's that damn limo?" This is where the expanded mind revealed that ... "No ... these people don't actually own the shops that they are lounging about outside ... they simply loiter about in front of the shops like mannequins displaying off the rack Hippie clothes ... they simply hover and smile. Let's get back up into the clouds, now! Their pride and livlihood are surrendered to any one ... friend or foe ... that might pass by. Look at their filthy feet!" George Harrrison and his posse did the hot-foot to SFO where their glistening Lear jet in the Summer of Love sun waited in readiness to jettison them all back to the safety that is Los Angeles ... back to Blue Jay Way. How uncomfortable for George and his tribe on the flight back home ... to be made aware of ... the fact that some of the 'troops in the trenches' probably did not even have the 25 cent fare to ride on MUNI; "What a bummer having to take the trolley on an acid trip". Still oblivious, was the most obvious reason that the 'troops in the trenches' couldn't afford to a biscuit or a ride on MUNI; it had escaped him that troups had saved up and spent all of their spare change for a 'communal' copy of Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band ... the so-called anthem of the Summer of Love ... that they could all listen too ... whenever they had electicity. "Oh, you mean that their financial compliance afforded the rental on the Lear Jet and my designer hippie clothes ... and drugs"? George Harrison lovingly went on later to have financial relations with the Haight-Ashbury Free Clinic ... but this was, I believe, in 1974 or thereabouts and that is 7 human years after the fact ... without soap or electricty. I only ask of you to momentarily look around yourselves now ... today ... some 43 years past the Summer of Love ... look out your windows and doors and see the grand-children of the original and glamorous 'drop-outs' ... that actually sold their souls to the LSD guru Timothy Leary ... and his 'message of mind-expansion' ... Isn't it a pity? "Why with a strand of LoveBeads and a good washing, your outfit would rock! Do you have any under-age daughters?"... Isn't it a pity to see mankind defecating in your doorways without the benefit of toilet paper ... or the proper toilet training necessary to do so ? Isn't it a pity to see them rummaging through your recycle bins at midnight to feed drug habits when you pay the garbage bill? However, it is not a pity to witness someone 'Fixing their hole' ... injecting it into their arm ... only to discard the syring onto the side-walk for you to step on? Wait a minute ... isn't that your love-child with TigerLily Lovebeads ... that just asked you for a quarter? You both have the same eyes and nose.

Yes, easy and free advice, coming from Mr. Leary ...

" Turn On ... Tune In ... and Drop Out " ...

Unfortunately ... and far too late to reconcile ... many did take his advice and dropped ... like stones.

Mr. Leary had quite a tidy sum of revenue for himself ... for his then professorship, even by 1967 standards. So, while in this frame of mind, will you remember that he was 40 years old when this great edict of his was unfurled en masse' ... maiming and destroying the lives of all within hearing range of his voice ... of his rhetoric ... decimating the population like a plague. Is it possible then that, afterall, he was nothing more than a predator of innocence? ... saying whatever would be necessary to experience the

"FREE LOVE"

... of under-age girls ...

the un-ending supply of under-age girls.

(Go to)

Zero-Plus-Anonymous.blogspot.com

and see if TigerLilly LoveBeads is still as 'free-of-spirit' and as pretty and supple as she was the first and only time that you had intercourse with her ... or she with you. Or maybe it's your brother ... or your son ... or cousin ... or neighbor ... or yourself ... I'm just saying ...

Peace Out, Man.

... ... ... ... Goo Goo Ga Joob ... ... ... ...

... ... ... ... Post Script ... ... ... ...

Perhaps Dr. Leary's theories could be better tested further and be either validated or dis-credited once and for all ... by taxing and billing from his remaining estate all of the current costs entailed in cleaning up after his errant disciples ... instead of expecting the tax-payers ... ("the 'conformists', man") ... to Keep on Truckin' and continue on for the long haul the financial and psychological burdens associated with his ecology ... the clean-up of the LSD spill that brain-washed ashore his slippery propaganda to hundreds and hundreds of thousands living within the habitat; all over the world, these shore-birds and their descendants are still in very deep trouble as a result of their life-time dedication and pursuit of their inherent right to party on ... their 'freedom of the bachnal' ... the expansion of their minds. A party paid for by their adversary ... the conformists. "I'm still trippin' and truckin', dude ... I've been up for a week, man... hahaha ... and I am still a 'rebel' man, even though I might be hobbling unsteadily on my cane and my walker and need my diaper changed every two hours ... but I was at Woodstock, man ... I saw Jimi ! Power to the People". Both men and women having long ago passed their middle-age mark ... that point of no-return ... and still buying into the 'scene' ... paying with their squandered lives that were sacrificed at the altar of Leary ...

when they

Turned On ...

Tuned In ...

and Dropped Out.

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... ...Abbie Hoffman T-shirts ... ...

only $19.95 !!!

"Paul is dead, Man."

When inflation as we know of it today began in the middle of 1967 ... oil-based vinyl records went to $3.57 apiece and Monaural was eliminated. It was at this point in time that the oil crisis as we know it today ... was christened and perpetrated in secret. Perhaps, if everyone that actually succeeded so efficiently at dropping out ... and had actually stayed 'Tuned In' and stayed true to American work ethics and values, then maybe our World debt and inflationary issues of today would not be as threatening to our global economy as they have become.

I'm just saying.

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Part Two

... ... The Crash-Landing of the Sixties ... ...

"What's so funny about peace, love and understanding?"

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10050 Cielo Drive

I am somewhat conflicted within myself for posting herein these autopsy photographs of the mayhem that occured at Cielo Drivethe hands of flower children ... Charlie's Angels ... some 40 years or so. Only a few of the dis-mayed or horror-stricken ... from a baby-boomer's recall that still remember ... have actually seen what has only been 'hinted but suppressed ' at by the media. In general, mythology bring about conspiracy that only brings into focus more of the exploitation and subterfuge ... from all sides of aan issue or event ... but this does a greater dis-service to the essence of these people at 10050 Cielo Drive. They now have become part of the 'urban-legends' and have been reduced to a sound-bite. If it is true ... that one picture is worth a thousand words ... then the The 'Tate Gallery' is of monumental impotance in a myriad of angles ... to properly dis-mantle the mythological hype of the so-called 'Summer of Love'. Herein these crime scene and morgue shots consist are of real human beings that once walked this Earth ... herein these photographs, there is no love. There were two events that both occured within the remaining five months of 1969 that could announce that the Sixties were finally concluded. These two events are 10050 Cielo Drive and Altamont. From me, the 'Tate Gallery is dedicated to Terry Melcher ... a affluent music producer and the only son of Doris Day ... and dedicated in part, to Candice Bergen ... his then lady-friend who both made Cielo Drive their home before the Polanski's sub-let; there were reasons behind Terry Melcher's move from Cielo Drive. The curious and the die-hards have cross-referenced from the trial scripts and the myriad of books and magazines and in this cross-referencing, many keep leading back and referring to Terry Melcher ... and Dennis Wilson of the Beach Boys. Both appear to have become more and more personally involved with all that went on out at Spahn Ranch. Both brought luminaries and decendants of Hollywood royaly with them to the Ranch; strong and ever-available drug connections brought out the coutesans of the royal court of the Hollywood elite and their off-spring. In the era of 'expanding one's mind' they could expand further and 'let their hair down' out at the Ranch. Initially, it is Dennis Wilson that became pivitol in introducing everyone; he became a regular at the Ranch and they became regular at his home. He financed to certain degrees, these new courtesans ... Charlie's Angels ... an entrance into the royal court. The Family 'took over and moved' into Dennis Wilson's above mentioned home, in what appears as if he became a courtesan in The so-called Family. Dennis Wilson's house-guests began to live large in return for favors and promises were made to Charlie. The ground work and foundation for what would eventually come was set into motion. As it all began to become "too heavy, man", Dennis ended up having to just walk away from his house ... letting the bank foreclose to have the Family removed. Dennis Wilson became afraid of the Family ... and of Charlie. Also scared was Terry Melcher, the music producer. The promises that had been made to Charlie ... (recording his songs utilizing Mr. Melcher's productions skills) ... did not come to fruition; Charlie wanted the promises kept. Terry Melcher and Miss Bergen travelled to Morocco and beyond for further and proper distancing from the family and the Polanski's rented and moved in. Whether Roman Polanski and Sharon Tate were involved or not to whatever degree prior to moving in is still often debated. The Family were directed to 10050 Cielo Drive that night believing that Terry Melcher still living there but Charlie's Angels did not know this. They did not know any of their victims. Because Charlie and Tex had once been to 10050 Cielo Drive before, Tex knew the layout of the house.The favored mind-expanding drugs of the era quickly seeped into the dark places inside of humanity from the very beginning of the Sixties and the essence of the movements of the times and most of their 'generals' now appear to be over-rated and debauched predators, as not everyone was able to have a 'good' experience ... or trip ... with the expansion. The excess of the psychadelic drugs however, did provide the foundation for eventual decline and exposing for all to see, the eventual under-belly of the Summer of Love hype. Whatever reason one might look backwards to the Sixties and their events, will chooseto believe their own cross-referrencing. After these fourty-some odd years, I myself am attempting to sort and strip the hype away from the positive and relevant aspects of my life experiences in the Sixties; beautiful principles ... en masse' ... were suggested and not followed through with ... but there was a violence about us ... America ... that similar intentions and brutalities as Charlie's Angels and the Family. Being alive and kicking during the myriad of assainations and assasination attempts ... neutered quite a few of the 'movements', all at the same time. Whatever need there was to be found, having to 'take out' a Reverend ... Dr. Martin Luther King ... and all of the icons of the Sixties that have been reduced into sound-bites ... were as concussion bombs ... the bombs before the big bomb. It has become 'urban-legend' as well, as to who was on their way to 10050 Cielo Drive that night ... Cary Grant ... Steve McQueen ... So much for Hollywood royalty in this era ... and the assumption that the money of the stars entails class, sensibiliity and compassion. Most, and soon to be all of the major movie studios were shutting down due to the changing economy and the success of 'Independent' film-making with high financial returns. Hollywood too, became frightened after the Cielo Drive murders for many reasons. Charlie's disappointment and anger about un-fufilled promises festered; he wanted to be a star ... perhaps to compensate for the horror that was his childhood. Furthering this 'goal' that might have put Chales Manson's music out there, the Beach Boys actually recorded one of his songs. Whatever conclusions and decisions that were eventually arrived at ... and no matter who was or was not on their way to score at Cielo Drive ... the reality is that Abagail and Voytek were both on Mescaline. The above 'Tate Gallery' ... speak for these victims of circumstance, from the past ... these friends that night at Cielo Drive. These murdered and slaughtered people in these photographs reveal their intensity with which they wanted to live ... and how they fought for their lives. But the psychadelic rage of the Flower-people ... of Charlie's Angels ... made certain that whatever retribution was owed 'them' ... due to whatever broken promisies made to Charles Manson that were remeged on ... was deserved and dealt with savagely. The mayhem was the sacrifice of human rationale while tripping to the lights fantastics on mind-expanding pasychadelics. From listening to past interviews of Charlie's Angels, that scream and shriek loudly so loudly ... in that there is no peace, love or understanding anywhere to be found for anyone but Charlie and the Family. There was not any apparent measurement of compassion or human similarity-in-kind displayed or afforded any of the victims... and from within what must have been stark and horrifying moments ... something deep within the 'love generation' went horribly wrong and is now representing a sound-bite of its' own. 10050 Cielo Drive is now condenced into not even a paragraph ... and in some small corners our collective world, there are still followers and admirers of Charles Manson ... and in even smaller corners of our collective world, there are those who play dress up and desecrate Cielo Drive as mere characterization for shock-value and Halloween parties. Therefore, for myself, none of the actual facts and urban-legends say nothing about those final moments at Cielo Drive; the actual facts and their conclusions are within the photographs herein. For those still interested in 10050 Cielo Drive, all of the details will never be known or brought to llight. Some within the scenario ... the bigger picture ... know by duplicity ... by being connected in some manner with the Family, whether they were present that night at Cielo Drive or not. In retrospect, it was a collison of our American class structure ... people who searched for food from dumpsters ... the lowest class economic class from Spahn Ranch ... and the Hollywood stars and their off-spring ... the keepers of the flame ... that could order whatever they wanted to eat anywhere in the world at any given time ... without even having to open their wallets ... yet Morroco was not far away enough. There are still people alive that are afraid to talk about any of it and these photographs cut to the chase and speak volumes about all of the conspiracy-hype that exploits and prolongs the impotent politics, liberalism and permissiveness of that era ... leaving the partial assumption that someone today might have missed out on 'all of that' ... the drugs ... the free-love ... the shortcuts to expanding one's mind. These photographs herein do not censor or glamorize the true nature and realities of the end of the Sixties-hype, say in any manner that cannot be found in any other decade or era from which these events occured. While it is factual is that almost everyone within the home that night on Cielo Drive ... save for Sharon Tate ... were doing hallucenative drugs ... including Charlie's Angels. It is also factual ... via the 'Tate Gallery' ... that they fought valiantly for their lives ... while under the influence of celebrities and fools ... still attempting to expand their minds.