I have arrived in Las Vegas, Nevada, having been chased here by the Sheriff John Brown Clown Jesus Posse after I veered too close into the headlights of their criminal investigation into the death of Matthew Silliman, an Apex High school senior who went off the Jesus Reservation and was heading straight to Luxor hell—so the Sheriff John Brown investigations told the CME and the medical examiner investigators in Chapel Hill, North Carolina.
BELIEVE
A bizarre death, a bizarre autopsy report, and a bizarre toxocology report all indicate that Matthew Silliman was killed by a Serial Killer Magic Show, and I have traced this show to the Luxor Hotel, me, and God in the Magician flesh: Criss Angel. I have not quite figured out how I fit into the show other than as a body in the North Carolina morgue, so I am still in the dark about how all this ends.
Jefferson Starship is arriving in town on July 18, 2009, to play at the Las Vegas World Commerce Center Parking lot. There is a rumor that Dakota Wolf-blanket might be in town when the ship arrives. With the price of real estate falling on the strip and no tax relief in sight, the Chinese might locate their embassy in Vegas to keep the Wynn Casinos operating in the black for the years ahead if the town plays their cards right. Buffy Saint Marie in Vegas lights: Who Would Have Believed it in the Sixties.
I was a free man in Vegas,
I felt much better than alive,
no John Brown Sheriff deputies calling me up for warrants,
no kidnapped Apex high school students legal future to decide.
I would go right there tomorrow,
except for the work that I have taken on.
Stoking the star making machinery,
behind the popular song.
