Wednesday, December 19, 2012

SANTA J. SQUAMATA'S CHRISTMAS OF EVIL


(performed by Jason Squamata at The TRUTH OR FICTION? Christmas Special at the Funhouse Lounge: Portland, OR on 12/16/12.  Composed shortly beforehand.)...

Ho...
Ho...
Ho.
A very Merry Christmas to you all.
I trekked across the frozen wastes of NoPo to be here tonight, not for the ego stroke of an audience...your laughing...your clapping hands...
I didn't come here merely to "entertain" you.
I came here to give you all a gift.
However blue your Christmas may be, it's a brighter thing than the yule I knew in 1993.
I came here to cast the shimmering bits of your accumulated Christmases into higher relief.
I came here to tell you all about my CHRISTMAS OF EVIL.
To paint this grisly picture...this advent calendar of shame...I need to tell you who I was in '93.

Monday, November 19, 2012

THE TRUTH ABOUT CLOWNS


performed at "BRING IN THE CLOWNS": The Truth or Fiction? reading series at THE FUNHOUSE LOUNGE, 11/18/12

THE TRUTH ABOUT CLOWNS
By Jason Squamata

Clowns, huh?

Clowns.

You know,when I found out “Bring in the Clowns” was the theme tonight, I had some mixed feelings.  I partly felt like backing out.  

Then my work ethic kicked in and I decided to man up.  Doug didn’t say that our pieces of truth or fiction had to touch on clowns at all.  

I could talk about anything I wanted.  I could avoid the subject of clowns altogether.  But that would be a sniveling, cowardly thing to do.

I owe it to myself to stand here in front of you and god and everybody and tell you how I feel about clowns.  

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

"WHAT IS BEAUTY?"- a manifesto commissioned by RBG. Room 204: the CONTENT show at the ACE Hotel in Portland, 2012...



What...IS...Beauty?

Is beauty an objective quality or a trick of the light?

Does it exist purely in the gaze and in the eye of she who gazes?

Is beauty…a place?

Is every object of beauty a gateway?
                An invitation?  A promise?

There’s an implicit aesthetic cosmos programmed into every piece of spectacle.

Like a radiant code.

Every glittering garment, every fresh collection, every tidal flow of fashion and philosophy is a world unto itself.
In every jewel, there’s an implicit way of seeing.

We catch glimpses of the House where Beauty lives in every image that moves us, every sound that soothes us, every room that immerses us in its ambience and every song that breaks our hearts.
Fashion is a form of sculpture that interfaces with its host.

Monday, October 8, 2012

HAPPY HYPGNOSIS DAY, AMERIKA!




Celebrate the collateral damage of Empire with JASON SQUAMATA (writer) and ANDREW Mc KENZIE (artist).  Lose the pain of oppression or shame in a dose of delirious Optical Mythology.
Join Yiming and Kylie Butler as they lose their minds and find new ones in the prismatic guts of a sentient subculture from a fragmented future.

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

ORAKULOID DREAM DIARY (10/3/12): "I FOUGHT IN A WAR"


In my dream (induced, perhaps, or influenced, at least, by a recently watched season of HOMELAND and recent events in my personal life), I was moving into a basement room in a halfway house after  several haggard years in an "enemy" prison camp.  
I get little flashes of the camp, which seems to have been more of an asylum for the broken-hearted, where soldiers who cared too much or too little recuperate from the wounds they've accrued in the "love wars".  

Saturday, September 29, 2012

ORAKULOID DREAM DIARY (9/29/12): "ECTOSEXUAL"

In my dream, I seem to be undercover in my own romantic history, a symbolic representation of it anyway, a diorama disguised as a lavish sex party where the collisions and collusions and cominglings of many periods are unfolding simultaneously in the electric blue ambience, blue movies unspooling all at once in the orgone ocean of my undermind.  

Thursday, September 27, 2012

ORAKULOID DREAM DIARY...9/27/12..."DEEP INSIDE HER TULPA-CLUSTER"...


            In my dream, I'm leading a tour of the book I'm editing.  It's a living thing, hovering and throbbing and shifting its shape, revolving a few feet above a stroboscopic dancefloor pentagram.  The tour is made up of potential investors.  We're all wearing wetsuits that are filigreed with fiberoptic tattoos and designed for deep immersion and interface with sentient narrative tulpa-clusters.

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

ORAKULOID DREAM DIARY...9/26/12..."THE LOOKALIKE"...

In my dream, I was wearing a sweater I miss already and glasses of the wrong prescription, riding a bicycle whilst explaining to the other kids in my bicycle gang that I didn't know how.  
It was like that old Smiths video. 

Saturday, September 22, 2012

AMERIKAN ZER0! episode 3: "THE OVAL ORIFICE!"


THE ORAKULOID proudly presents a script sample from 
AMERIKAN ZER0! volume 2: "THE OVAL ORIFICE!"
Script by Jason Squamata.  Illustrations by Andrew Mc Kenzie.
Previous installments of AMERIKAN ZER0!  available HERE and HERE...

(continued from AMERIKAN ZER0! : "THE GENERATION GASH!")

PAGE NINE:
clean room...tv static...greenbaum on the TV...in the zero zone with Dr. Sidney Greenbaum

Thursday, September 6, 2012

DECISION 2012! WHO WILL ROCK THE COMPLEX?!...THE GENERATION GASH! Episode Two


THE ORAKULOID proudly presents

AMERIKAN ZER0!: "THE GENERATION GASH!"
Episode TWO of an illustrated Action Freak-Out
Scripted by JASON SQUAMATA
Illustrated by ANDREW Mc KENZIE

(previously in AMERIKAN ZER0!)

currently...


Wednesday, September 5, 2012

DIRTY DREAM #999.02 : "HUNGER OF THE HYPERSNATCH!" or "50 MILLION SHADES OF PSYCHO" (Rated X)



"HUNGER OF THE HYPERSNATCH!"
A Wet Nightmare by
JASON SQUAMATA
(illustration by CASPERIUM)

In my dream, I'm some kind of superhero in the weirdling "master of the mystic arts" mold.
I'm wearing a three-piece suit that holds images within its outline like a screen does.
A dim black static that might be mistaken for flickering tweed by an innocuous bystander who hasn't been following my monthly magazine.
Anima Monday (known to the Unknown as the Orakuloid) is my sassy sidekick/lovely assistant. She's wearing a skintight cinemagick wetsuit with a similar staticky screen effect, zipped up to her jawline. She's wearing rose-tinted macrovision goggles and hypnotech dj gloves.
We could be intimate siblings, if not twins. We both have hair so brightly blonde it looks white in the streetlight, hers in a perfect little bob, mine in a popstar shag.
We're hovering a few feet above Traducity Street, down in the slivered regions of Glasstown. Our bizarre business takes us into this neighborhood with disturbing frequency.
The membranes are thin, here. Real things slip into myth and unreal things slip into substance with every bend and warp in the heavy weather.
Something happened here years and years ago. An astral disaster.

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

HARDBOILED PSYCHEDELIA: BROKEN GLASS GOSPELS FOR LOVERS IN TROUBLE!

THE ORAKULOID proudly presents

Episode one of a MultiMedia SciFi Lullaby
Script and Voice by JASON SQUAMATA
Art by ANDREW Mc KENZIE
Story by SQUAMATA & Mc KENZIE
Music by ESOTRONICA and SIR RICHARD WENTWORTH



Monday, September 3, 2012

ELECTION FEVER!: AS FRESH AND FEROCIOUS AS TODAY'S SHRIEKING HEADLINES!!!

THE ORAKULOID proudly presents

AMERIKAN ZER0!: "THE GENERATION GASH!"
Episode One of an illustrated Action Freak-Out
Scripted by JASON SQUAMATA
Illustrated by ANDREW Mc KENZIE


Sunday, September 2, 2012

GOING SOFT: A Confession ...from Jason Squamata (first performed at The Soft Show, Portand, OR...8/8/12)

I’ll be honest with you.
Softness is not exactly my fortee, writing-wise.
On a personal level, I guess I’m kind (if not always gentle) and I’m so accommodating, in general, that I’m almost a liquid.
But on the page, I like it rough.
I write pulp stories about Devil-worshipping rocket scientists who use ritual orgies and evil yoga to end the world as we know it; psychoprogrammed CIA serial killers and insatiable celebutantes who mutate into sentient corporations when the moon inside is full.
I can’t tell a soft story to save my life.
But I can tell you a soft truth, maybe.
I will tell you about a genuine moment of softness that did, in fact, save my life.
It was about a year ago...