FREAK ME OUT JIMMY

This is my soiled tribute, this is my curtailed accident, this is my plot of barren soil that I will till until the worms vacate the premises and all that's left is a glowing effigy to the musical detrius of the supergroup OURS, fronted by the willowy Mr. Jimmy Gnecco, avatar of the E-bow, serenader of the cosmos, the ring-bearer in the wedding of soaring sorrow and the denial of earthly connections. I seek to deconstruct, to mismanage, to decoupage, to reduce to its basest elements this thing that exists and to find some sort of spoiled divinity within it all. I will grow black violets in my front window and feed them ground up insects. I will listen to the album DISTORED LULLABIES backwards endlessly searching for some sort of subliminal message left behind by Jimmy in order to optimize this holy path that I am partaking of. I will purge, and I will fast, and I will go to OURS concerts, passing unaware through the throng of fans, unbeknownst to all that I clutch at secrets that would blow the minds of lesser humans. I will get autographs after performances and go home high and blissful like a biblical prophet on mushrooms. I will penetrate this mystery at its very heart and wear its skin as my totem. Now you may plunge.

HYPNOKRISHNA WORLD MINISTRIES is glad to report that this juggernaut of a tribute page has been admitted into the "FALLEN SOULS" webring. Like a ringworm we will hide there, under the surface awaiting to erupt from under the skin. We are honored to make a difference in this world.

MISCELLANEOUS VISCERA

MY SOMEWHAT SKEWERED PHOTO GALLERY
HYPNOKRISHNA GLOBAL MINISTRIES
OURS THROUGH LESS PSYCHOTIC EYES
FALL INTO A J HOLE
ONE AWESOME OURS PAGE