From the desk of Felix Furlow, WMD
Executive Director of Mad Psyence Laboratories
The Fifth Temple of SKIPPIKS

10.18.96 - 2:36 A.M. CST

I am still alive and producing, although staying alive has demanded much of my energy. I am still kicking my Arty Pufkin ass for not doing a full gene scan on this vessel I chose. The clones all carry the flawed dna, needless to say. However, I will carry on with them until they all wear out.

I awoke from a nightmare within a nightmare at 12:12 A.M. CST this morning. I call it a dream because that's what They call it here. Suffice to say it involved my escape from a coven of witches, and then waking up in my bed next to the head witch. THEN, waking up in a sweat to realize THAT was a dream too. Perhaps if I hadn't been wearing the brown fedora, the witches might not have thought me a rube. Who chooses wardrobe for dreams anyway?

After a brief recovery, I ate some potato chips and watched some TV. Soon, both were giving me a stomach ache. What I needed was Slack. I pressed the off button on the TV's remote with disgust and went to the vault for an Hour of Slack. Since there is no light in the vault, I am forced to use other senses to make my way around. Fortunately, those senses are still operating sufficiently. I reached out to return the Hour of Slack I had listened to earlier, and it fell into its slot as though Connie were sucking on the other side of the cassette rack. Then I spun myself in circles until I was dizzy and stumbling. I reached out for "BoB"! I picked a good one. Slack precluded labeling, so I can't say what Show number it is. It started with a wonderful media barrage by the great St. Joe Riley, and included some inspiring words from the KPFA gang. And before it was over, a song by wunderkind Adrian Belew.

Now I must return to my work. Since I've been binging on Confessions of a Knife by My Life With the Thrill Kill Kult, and having spooky dreams, I think I'll opt for a bit of Prodigy. Music For The Jilted Generation. Funny how the CD starts off with someone tap, tap, tapping, gently rapping over a keyboard. My spooky mood continues to haunt me.

So far, setup of the Fifth Temple of SKIPPIKS Website has been going relatively schmoove. Production in Studio A has slowed quite a bit since the tragic and untimely death of the Jonnee Flash alpha clone, but of course, I saw this coming a long time ago and made provisions for just such an occurance. New features for the FTOS Website are being produced daily, although implementation will surely be delayed. There are only so many hours in a revolution.

I urge all of you to revisit the Fifth Temple of SKIPPIKS Website often. We have only just begun. Soon, you will appreciate the Full Spectrum of the Bizarre as only Concors Discors can deliver.

Your fiend and prayer partner,
Felix Furlow, WMD