I first found Hiltron on myspace, due to the fact we share a passion for the wacky world of 14's Gallery of the Absurd. I was immediately attracted to Hiltron's darkly humorous, satirical photographic manipulations.

The subject matter: the vacuity of modern-day celebrity worship in our culture, of which Paris Hilton, mafia daughter, porn tramp, of the freakish bone structure, lazy eye, and bizarre body-part proportions, is the alpha and omega.

We are in the middle of five constitutional crises—there is only one reason the citizenry has not stormed Washington D.C. and the White House to run the homosexual Republican crime syndicate out of town—but the networks are all Anna Nicole, all Paris, all the time. (Hint: that's the reason.)

And now Hiltron has launched Hiltron's own site, Planet Hiltron.

This one killed me. Anyone who has read any part of this site will know I am often lost in the music and culture of my youth. I mean, look at that collection of losers. P-Diddy? I must say I respect the man for making a fortune recycling rock songs from the seventies and eighties, laying some lame-ass nursery-rhyme chorus over the beat. Go Diddy. The Olsen Freaks? The vagina travelogue girls ... Britney, Lindsey, and Paris?

Fools rush in ... 

(Be sure to click on the pop-up so you can study Hiltron's fine work.) 

Ditto my JFK obsession.

And I like Hiltron's politics, too.

Planet Hiltron.

I wrote her and informed her that I had a picture to trump DiaperMan. 

There was a time, if one entered "idiot" into google images one of the first three pictures would be be a most amazing visage ... as John Lennon said in I Am The Walrus, 

I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together.
See how they run like pigs from a gun, see how they fly.
I'm crying.

Sitting on a cornflake, waiting for the van to come.
Corporation tee-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday.
Man, you been a naughty boy, you let your face grow long.

You will want to click on read more to see the photo that tells us the sun never sets on the british empire.

This footage was originally a short film that appeared at the Cannes Film Festival, in 1963, I believe. I digitized it, re-edited, applied some effects and added my own composition "Redhead Tells The Sun."

"Redhead Tells The Sun" was inspired by a psychic named Blair--our lives briefly, passionately intersected a couple of years back while I was on the lam in LA. Although skeptical of her powers at first, I came to believe very quickly that I was dealing with someone who had a foot in another dimension at all times.

 She often mused why I had "pulled" her into my existence. She believed I had been close to some edge and she came to pull me back from it. I think it was the other way around.

 I'll tell you this: if Blair told the Sun something, he'd listen.

In any case, the music complements the other-worldliness of the wild horses, the erotic power of the images, the flight from the abyss and the engine of creation as represented by the fire.

Limited Edition Handset 2-color Monographs

Bulboscity: (1) The state of being bulbous, or (2) being enmeshed in a matrix of bulbaceousness.

Bulboscity in Stasis	How it will affect YOU
The Indicators:	Relative Weights:
⇒Blimp-like, luminescent bulbs at the edge of the tone.	⇒Technological Bulbosicty
⇒Globular sonorities in the back rooms of the brillig zone.	⇒Indicators two and three culminate in
⇒Increasing bulboscity in random parallel nodes.	⇒cunning displays of bombast and catnaps.
⇒Bulbous, flapping bundles of joy plop down on matterman abodes.	⇒Local transit systems, and tenets of faith, are strained in the hubbub.
⇒ A profusion of pop-off spanning our bright, bulbaceous cores.	⇒Bumperstickers abound, proclaiming I♥MY CONFUSION.
⇒Battalions of bozos playing grown-up, now, on rolling, silent shores.	⇒Policy decisions reflect attitudes inimical to bubbles bursting.

Only thirty of these hand-set, hand-printed 8"x10" pieces still exist. {Click on Read More for more information.} Bulboscity in Stasis, along with the original Straight Facts About Flapping postcard are the precursors to the opus, Flapping, now available in limited edition as well.

And for more state-of-the-art poetry, be sure to visit the [tasteless] Haiku Tree at instrumentality.com.

Arsole Molecule from Wikipedia.             

Arsole is a chemical compound of the formula C4H5As. The structure is like pyrrole except that an arsenic atom is substituted for the nitrogen atom and that arsole is only mildly aromatic. Arsole itself does exist but is rarely found in its pure form. Several substituted analogs called arsoles also exist.

When arsole is fused to a benzene ring, this molecule is called benzarsole.

Furthermore, we can observe its profound effects on human beings when detected.  Scientists believe there may even be a cure in the future for those afflicted..

The almost all-analogue synth studio, with cat (mars kitty, in bubble at lower right) circa 2002. Click on picture to enlarge.

Phat props to M.C. Escher as well.

Here is a video of Mars:

This image, taken with the Hubble Space Telescope in 1995, shows evaporating gaseous globules (EGGs) emerging from pillars of molecular hydrogen gas and dust. The giant pillars are light years in length and are so dense that interior gas contracts gravitationally to form stars. At each pillars' end, the intense radiation of bright young stars causes low density material to boil away, leaving stellar nurseries of dense EGGs exposed. The Eagle Nebula, associated with the open star cluster M16, lies about 7000 light years away. The pillars of creation were imaged recently by the orbiting Chandra X-ray Observatory, and it was found that most EGGS are not strong emitters of X-rays.