Here is a fun and interesting thing to do.
Enter a combination of worlds with which you believe that you could search for almost any sex site and you will get Quin Withey's Radio Weblog. For instance, we checked our referrers for this morning as we sometimes do, and someone had entered the words Gangbang Child. Sure enough, about five from the top, there was Quin Withey's Radio Weblog. Below, we post the entry from that day, June 2, 2003 in it's entirety as an example for our readers of how this spider technology works. We also note that searching for sex sites in this manner is a very good way to find long lost entries to the blog which are no longer posted. It is the I Ching of the web. Here is Quin's entry for June 2, 2003. It is a very good one, long before the darkness of the hiatus came upon him.
June 2, 2003
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Anarchism begins at Home, the Means are the Home, the End is the Home; anarchism is a stay at home child because all the Fruits of Society are so twisted up with Hierarchies and what I remember Mr. Veblen calling 'Invidious Distinctions' that picking them is nerve wracking and troublesome. Sometimes anarchism goes to galleries or the library or niteclubs. Anarchism likes to get home early.
2. I was being a steppenfetchit out towards Montauk and I was in a kitchen and some Brothers come to me and say: "Mr. Quin, Mr. Quin, we wanna hold a physical manifestation of the Empire of Dr. Bienke. We want to feel the Book." And one particularly lovable Brother says:"Quin, I know I won't be able to understand it, but it would be nice to hold it." From which I drew the hurtful notion that he thought I might try to write a book some Skank Suit should understand better than him. Oh no my Brother, I am not interested in a Fiction for RichBoys and RichGirls - I'm gonna sell them hoaxes - try to make them better - but as far as Fiction goes you gonna understand this as well as anybody, especially after I get some scratch together and send you a Magic Decoder Ring.
3. SuitCulture an amalgam of Academic Accomplishment, PopStar Idolization, and Seemly Religion. The PopStar Idolization is a curious aspect, at least when it spills into Sounds (most PopStars are SportsActionFigures). I have never really been able to deal with the fact that the Rolling Stones are SuitCulture's favorite band. Whoa, I always say. But I have to conclude that if the Rolling Stones had really good juju then SuitCulture wouldn't be so smurfy, so, Keef, yr. mojo ain't mojo enough. PopStar Idolization performs some displacement/vicarious/voyeuristic fuction I don't understand because I Hate PopStars.
6. One time I was working my Ambrose Shrine with this Scottish Child and this PopStar Guitar Picker come in and the Scottish Child say: "Wouldn't it be nice to lead the PopStar life, Quin? Have people be nice to you all the time?" I said: "Scottish Child, if I had tp pick guitar as lame and rotten as that motherfucker I wouldn't be living. I let that motherfucker come in here because his dark skin and tattoos make Old RichGirls a combination of horny and pissed off and it amuses me to watch them twist. Otherwise I'd run his cheap ass out of here." Another time Scottish Child says: "Quin, I want to write a Novel about restaurants in which people can see themselves and recognize how badly they behave." I said: "Scottish Child, you ever read any Cheever? See, the weird thing about Cheever is that the people who read Cheever are mostly the people in Cheever. They read to see themselves and wave like babies."
17. I'm guessing that 1984 was required reading somewhere for all these Skank Suit LeadershipMen we got running things today. That guy who wrote the Bonfire of the Vanities made such a bad movie used to come in to my Ambrose Shrine on hot Saturday August Nights when he could be anywhere and only vermin like me hanging in town. He could be anywhere but he eating by himself with me. That guy a little PopStarrish but he walk around the neighborhood quiet, not being noisy and messy like PopStars can be, so I sorta like him. A long time ago that guy wrote a book about a TexasBoy who wrote a book about a CrazyPerson that Kirk Douglas was gonna play in the movie but didn't. That KoolAid book has a scene I ain't looked at in thirty years maybe but it stuck in my head - it's the GangBang scene. I read that book when I was young - maybe they shouldn't let young people read books like that - but I gotta hold of it young and I swear to this day MotorCycles all tied up in my mind with that GangBang scene and whenever I hear 'Harley-Davidson' I get a little horny. But I don't ride MotorCycles - damn things are noisy and hot (you wanna ride? go child go) and scary fall downy (be careful). They come out with that HarleyDavidson Perfume and I'm like: 'what would that smell like?' sweat and semen, burning steel and burning oil, a whiff of roadkill - RoadKill - 'SuitChildren the wanna smell like that?' Apparently. Whoa.
17. When Ieuan told Justine that they would be staying for a time in LunaAzul Ieuan said: "It's that place on the Radio." Justine did not like Radio. "Is it a real place too?" she asked. "Maybe," Ieuan said. "I've not yet looked at a map."
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© Copyright 2003 Quin Withey.
Now, of course what the editorial staff is dying to do is go into a lengthy and complete analysis of this entry complete with maroon numbered notes. But we fear that such analysis is making our readership fall off. Although what we lose in our regular readership, we may get back from sex site searchers. We much prefer this to our other apparent fan club, the young white kkkklan types who go searching weblogs for those that contain the word "jew" and then refer readers to their nasty sites filled with red white and blue banners. It brings down the class of the blog neighborhood. Lowers the Property Values. So, we will resist for a time the intense desire to overanalyze and let readers ponder for a time this pure entry from Quin. We believe that we will go back and highlight it in bright red, referencing the New American Standard Version of the bible, and see if that makes our readers comfortable or uncomfortable. Then later this evening, or perhaps this afternoon, we will post a recent photograph of Quin which was sent to us by someone who thinks she has seen him in his hiatus, somewhere in Amsterdam, finally studying to be an Avatar. It's about time. We only hope that it will make him easier to sell. Our funding runs low here at the Luna Azul Foundation. Like true deciples always do, we give most of our Quin away for free to try to help the hungry masses yearning to breathe free. But it makes it difficult to keep up the good work, and other such cliches.
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