Cocked O Croc 3001, Single release No.1 / Cocked O Croc 3001 is the first prototype of its kind, and the only that will be produced. Manufactured and produced by Voluntary Substance Labs Inc. The design behind this super soldier was meant to "take the conscience out of the combat", to make the solider better qualified to deal wit the repercussions of the job. By create something that is biologically inclined not to feel remorse or emotion from the most gruesome of tasks required for victory on the battlefield. We have come to understand that when I country is purchasing supplies for means of domination, the more Reptile the better!
Temptation From the Desert, Las Vegas Baptism Collection No.1 / Rule of Law No.1 What shall happen in the Desert shall stay in the Desert. And above all remember, the temptations will never stop. Thats big business baby!
Burning Bush, Las Vegas Baptism Collection No.2 / Burning Bush is crucial to witnessing the underlining messages of the forces dominate in the Las Vegas universe. It is important to recognize that there is indeed time still in effect in Las Vegas. But with help from the burning bush and these great forces of entertainment that do not recognize time in any traditional sense. We are able to loose ourselves completely to this concept of time and relinquish ourselves in a temporary liberated vacation.
Tiger and The Cage, Las Vegas Baptism Collection No.3 / There are very little clear cut distinctions in Las Vegas. The only distinction Las Vegas has is the distinction between high rollers and the rest. But everyone is a looser to the house to some degree. Las Vegas is the land of blurred lines, there is no real limit to where you can go, and what you can do, so long as the money is flowing. But the only real distinction that is worth noting is that of the Tiger and The Cage. Not a tiger in the cage. The cage is synonymous with the illusion of Las Vegas being held together, as long as the real tiger is sedated and fed, the illusion continues. But when the tiger gets perspective, the show doesn't go as planned.
Welcome To The Machine 2021, Las Vegas Baptism Collection No.4 / Welcome to the Machine 2021 is a play of Pink Floyd's Welcome to the Machine (1975). The illusion machine has continued to become more powerful through out the years, but the ones who wield these wildly powerful tools have stayed the same. The Illusion of being able to do whatever you want at whatever time you want to can render you trapped completely without resources and cash. To keep the Vegas Beast at bay, one must look beyond the projection of the machine, and in between the lines. Directly into priorities and values of the ones who see themselves as worthy of ruling over others, projecting their voices the loudest and craving the most attention. The ones who wish to be in control over people's decisions are often the least capable to lead. Hierarchy has always has been shaped by respect. But What does it matter, you're supposed to be working for the government, and what are you trying to raise your own kids for anyways? It doesn't make any sense, it is not supposed to, just gaze on without thinking too much about it, and be sure to to tip well. And by the way Kiss is playing at the MGM Grand.
Sock Croc, Las Vegas Baptism Collection No.5 / Everyone has their personal magic tricks, these make all the difference in the whimsical world of Las Vegas. While hunkered down on an old poker machine with a tall glass of Modelo, taking rips from a Stiiizy watching the animations of " A Christmas Story" slot machine. I became puzzled and weirded out at what kind of personal psychological association bait strategy that went into the design and making of this machine. What kind of person were they targeting? I thought. Positioned the only one of it' kind, directly in the center walkway of several old run down poker machines. At this moment a lady caught my attention. She was sitting in the next section of slots rubbing her hands all over a dragon themed slot machine that was a huge LED screen that sat about 2 feet wide and 6 feet tall. Initially, I thought she was trying her best to do away with the white snake like dragon that would spill and swim all over her screen for about 25 seconds between every pull. It was the longest wait between every pull I've ever seen. But after watching her for a while I realized she was doing this to summon some sort of luck energy to the machine, pleasuring it down some in the hopes to satisfy the internal game head overseer. To set her up in a way to roll her a favorable outcome. Wanting to give herself a competitive edge. I don't blame her, but began to feel weirded out by the 3rd pull and by this time the dragon had more charges against this lady than how many slots were in this casino. After the third dragon dance the Machine Exploded with Light and Excitement. The great money counter wouldn't stop rolling up until it hit $15,000. She put and lit a cigarette in her mouth and filmed the whole thing. It was amazing, a real life moment of winning big, a realized dream, she was at one with Gods and the Energies. Her magic tricks proved powerful and her luck tremendous. A true American Dream realized, and a rare one too, a dream where the house pays you. With this she turned to the same machine and began playing again. And Again. I could no longer watch, the rule is to always move to the right once you win for slots. It had felt that whatever momentum she had going for her was vacuumed out into space. She might of moved machines after the two pulls that I saw, but I didn't see. Partially because the dragon hadn't finished his dance before I turned away, and partially because I didn't want to witness the bitter end to a sweet victory. Reminding myself to never forget the crucial lesson, of knowing when to move along.
After Hours, Las Vegas Baptism Collection No.6 / Its 2:30 am on casino floor at the Planet Hollywood and the floor is still packed with people still going at it on all the games. This made a great refuge from a night out of drinking in Old Vegas on free mount street. I got a beer with my friend and relaxed tripping out on the great beast at work in these early hours in the morning. The atmosphere connected to us, but I could feel the tide slowly start to go out. The energy was still so potent coming from the machines and screens, never tiring. This seem to almost sedate me more into my trance. We walked around to different machines, drinking and smoking and performing the same watching and tripping out act wherever my friend wanted to play his next game. Wildly occupied for what felt like hours, the time fled and it was 3:20am. It had felt like all the energy that was our Incubator for the last hour had complexity seeped out. There was vacuum feeling that anything were were putting out, was being instantly sucked into a chamber and processed for the end of the night count. There was no longer any life in this place, just noise. It was time to return to the room.
Tax Collection, Las Vegas Baptism Collection No.7 / If we are counting chips, the only real winner is the tax collector. This bastard draws all the rules around your chips and some how more than half ends up being his no matter what the game is. This monster doesn't play buy the rules, only creates them to benefit the proceeds of his ever growing collection. The tax collector is the most degenerate gambler of all. Without explanation, without accountability, the bill continues to rise and rise. With nothing but power in his hands and no power to match him there will be no end to this credit card scam binge. But very much like Las Vegas, as long as you're paying him, you can pretty much do anything you want.
End of The Line, Las Vegas Baptism Collection No.8 / The end of the line comes for everybody in Las Vegas, eventually. Getting stomped out in Vegas in as bout as common as it was in the past, but it is handled quietly and never out in the open. The world has come to a crucial point here in early new 20s, in deciding the fate of the future. But the problem is more or less the same, just like the powers that hold the rein of the throne, they have remained the same. Only renovated throughout the years to keep up with the contemporary style and LOOK. A contemporary clean luxury style replacing pretty much everything in its path besides places designated to be kept in the past and be seen in a museum like sense. But the ones whole dwell here are all the same. The same coke and sex playground activities still happening in any one these rooms in any one of these hotels. What kind of bitter ends have came down on these people staying in these places? All the things that must have been flushed down these pipes, and the kinds of acts left only for the walls to know.
Time To Leave, Las Vegas Baptism Collection No.9 / The time to leave is the most important time to recognize, This could possibly mean the difference between winning $20,000 on the roulette table and going home owing your house and kids. The time to leave is a funny concept to think about because it is essentially totally made up by everyone, but agreed upon to facilitate action. In Las Vegas the only real time to leave is check out time, but in the eyes of the slots and the games, it ain't over till it's all gone. You could only have 2 dollars left to your name and Vegas sees those last 2 dollars as fair game. There will never be an end to this powerful overreach, there will never be a drop off, this place runs on the blood of the fools who think they can get one over on the house. It is up to you to step off the ride before it completely takes over your head. This place will always try to discourage you from stepping off the ride, but that decision is the only saving grace you might have. Las Vegas is a place that will never inform you of the limits until it is already too late.
Tending The Wounds, Las Vegas Baptism Collection No.10 / The recovery process has begun, we visited the illusion machines main mechanisms and experienced its tides and energy, it left a lasting print that we will have to forget. We are no longer in Las Vegas, the mania no longer serves us as fuel as it did on the strip, but more of a poison that has been left over from the night before. There is a lightness to everything now, a feeling of liberation from a foul and unforgiving beast. Although it's hospitality was wonderful and the food fantastic, the four walls to my hotel room seems to understand the anxiety this Great city of Las Vegas might bring to someone who has been here too long. This places slows you down and strings you out into a nice hot sedated paste before it devours you whole and bills your family for it. But by dodging the ever encompassing jaws of Las Vegas for $60 in the casino and loading up on alcohol and marijuana and sitting back witnessing the best people watching you have ever seen in your life. There is a kind of thrill you cannot find anywhere else, an energy so beaming and racing with excitement. There is almost nothing to compare to a place where the soul business is housing mania and intoxication in places where they can play the hardest. Las Vegas is almost unmatched in its celebration of degenerate delinquency. Perhaps New Orleans, or maybe Miami, but here in the desert there is a distinct feeling that burns inside you that you have gotten away with something that will be forever left behind in the desert. And it is this same desert that sees all and keeps all hidden. There is a sense that whatever sins are committed in Vegas fade with the sands of time, never following across state lines. Until the time comes, long from now, long after the injuries have recovered and healed. For the sands to be dug and the past to begin again right where we left it to wait, in the this wonderful place called Las Vegas.