It seems I am yet to be rid of the ghost of Jonnee Flash... in fact, he may kill me yet. Especially if I keep going out to night clubs and fraternizing with freaks and fetching young lasses. Saturday, 02.28.98, surely proved itself to be worthy of Scenes From A Night In Hell, Part II. As in Part I, alot of fun was had by yours truly, as well as fellow SBC lodge brother Lonsome Biker Dave and Profesor Medfly, The, but at a ridiculously high price on my account. Twelve hours of time in the critical care unit and several thousand dollars later, I regained a semblance of the balance I have worked hard at maintaining within the confines of this existence. However, a week-long headache kept reminding me of how tenuous a hold on said balance can be sometimes. It all serves to motivate me to get off my butt and install new software with greater protection against future outbreaks of insanity and reckless disregard for personal safety and survival. Again, I have only myself to blame for the mistakes I made in verifying the gene sequences in Jonnee Flash before I took over the vessel.

On the up side. I had a great time fellowshipping with my SBC lodge brothers Lonsome Biker Dave, Tom Terrific, and St. Lushus. The steak dinner TT prepared on Saturday night was superb, as usual... and I'm sure the chicken and fish he smoked Sunday evening was just as tasty. Unfortunately, I was in no shape to hold down even a teaspoon of tap water, much less food. Anyway, LBD and I travelled to historic Deep Ellum later Saturday night to see Triprocket perform at Club Clearview. The band graciously invited me onstage to perform Haus Command and attempt to fill the boots of the late Jonnee Flash. I gave it my best shot. I also spent a few minutes hanging out with DJ Stereotype of The Grey Zone on KNON 89.3 FM, (Dallas area, Friday nights from midnight to 4 AM). The rest of the evening was a progressive spiral into madness with LBD, Profesor Medfly, and two young women who would probably rather remain anonymous at this point in case incriminating photos show up on the interenet sometime in the future. *winkwinknudgenudge*

Speaking of the internet... As of today, the Shrine of Concors Discors officially begins its mutation into templedom. Added virtual real estate will allow the engineers at Mad Psyence Labs to implement new construction on our humble shrine and afford its patronage a new level of skippyness across the plane of Concordant Opposition. Look for expansion in all areas of this site in the following months, including many new images and the addition of an aural component. If you have story or an image you'd like to offer in the name of Concors Discors, please feel free to email me with your proposition. Look for a new read in the TEXT section by the enigmatic Cyclopean Orm. And don't forget to visit Lonsome Biker Dave's Fifth Temple of Black Fire for new pix of his Bat Out of Helle. Until next time... (breaks into song)... "I'm so glad we had this tiiiime togetherrrr... just to have a laugh or sing a sooooong..." (singing drowned out by the howling of neighborhood dogs)

High Octant of the Council of Eight
Mugician and Doktor of Mad Psyence

Felix Furlow