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Travis Mateer and the Dildos of Consequence

  • Champ Or Chump?

    Ok, this must be a joke–a cosmic HA-HA to LOL me clear around the bend, like rolling through the intersection of Monroe and Knox in Spokane with Gold On The Ceiling playing. My synchronicity buddy put Monroe on my radar, and Knox is the last name given to the Natural Born Killer, Mickey, with the Read more

  • The Cursed Turd Before Butthurtville

    Did I learn my lesson?  The first defecatory poem was clever and appropriate, considering its location (Aspen) and my reluctant ambitions (journalism, documentary), but THIS defecatory poem? I shit on Indians, to put it bluntly, and then I got shit on myself.  Whoops I thought, then took steps to appease what I had angered by NOT Read more

  • Jericho, Civil War, Super Bowl

    I’ve been meaning to point out that my arrival in Texas a few weeks ago not only synched-up with the Masonic party being thrown in Waco, it also synched-up with Texas’ role in taking a stand against the Federal government over border issues, leading 25 other states with Republican Governors (including Montana) to openly support Read more

  • Which Woody? Which William?

    I had a choice to make: should I go further south, into True Detective territory (the well-meaning Detective Woody choice), or should I start making my way west, into Natural Born Killer territory (the psycho-initiate choice). I chose the latter. I rolled into Santa Fe and got down to business, which for me is acquiring books for Read more

  • Miss Congeniality, Really?

    Being a seasoned experiencer of synchronicities, it takes a lot to get me vocalizing out loud my existential exasperation at this mind-fucking phenomenon. One factor that can increase the intensity of a synchronicity is when it comes from an unlikely source. Cue Sandra Bullock and her role as an FBI agent in the cheesy movie, Miss Congeniality Read more

  • Whoa Waco!

    Room 237? Of course, it’s more than fitting, on David Lynch’s birthday (born in Missoula), that I would be here, in Waco, coming to a new and sudden realization of how very very important Waco is to the Masons, who just so happen to be having a shin-dig this weekend. In Waco. And a few, I was told, Read more

  • Colby, KS

    I awoke in Manitou on Monday and decided to drive to Denver to check out the Osage address where Sean lived before coming to Montana. There was also a bookstore I was planning on visiting, since they were advertising a first edition of Octopussy on their website. ”Would you like some Octopussy, Tentapus?” The stern look on my Read more

  • Osage Address, Ghost Travis

    I’ve been thinking about Sean’s address in Denver since Saturday. Osage Street? Really? I just wrote about Lily Gladstone getting a globe, and the globe she won was for Killers Of The Flower Moon, and Killers Of The Flower Moon is a movie about, of course, Osage Indians. Here’s something from Wikipedia about the Osage Indian Murders: During this Read more

  • Again, The Road

    I have heard it said among those who are interested in the phenomenon of synchronicities that traveling can heighten the frequency and intensity of them. In my experience? Yes, and yes. And with this latest trip, it started with leaving (unintentionally) as the clock struck 11:11am on 1-11-2024. I had been intending to leave Zoom Town for over Read more

  • Lily Gets A Globe

    Is my agitation a product of a butt-hurt ego?  I tried early identification of this need to be recognized in a piece of fiction that freaked me out by starting to come true, and in that work of fiction I put my alter-ego, William Skink, at the precipice of viral-fame when he runs into and Read more