Tuesday, August 31, 2010

If you think I am Meen

FUCK YOU!!!

If You Think I am Stoopit

 
FUCK YOU!!!

Bruiser

When summoning the object of your affection into a triangle it is important to wear underpants with an elastic wasteband, wearing any other sort of underpants could cause major issues.





When summoning the object of your affection into a triangle it is important to wear a necktie made out of scotch tape, wearing any other sort of necktie could cause major issues.





When summoning the object of your affection into a triangle it is important to wield a wand made of lincoln logs, wielding any other sort of wand could cause major issues.





When summoning the object of your affection into a triangle it is important to hold sickness in your heart, holding other sensation in your heart could cause major issues.




when you hurt this bad, death is just a deflection...

Monday, August 30, 2010

Who's doom is yours?

I spent all day yesterday volunteering at the senior citizens home and I still don't feel like a good person. I spent the night under a bridge, crying. I'm still feeling a little off today. I got out of bed and slid down a hill. I got out of bed and slipped into hell. Whoops! I seem to have lot of baggage to carry with me from place to place, is there some kind of coat check I can leave this at? I'm sorry, i seem to have lost my claim ticket. These are troubling times when you're troubled by the time that it takes to make trouble. Robble robble!

Saturday, August 28, 2010

Shit Damn Motherfucker! (part four)

Stolen Mom's car for the wekkend and all got to say is
SHIT DAMN MOTHERFUCKER
(these are the time we hope to forget when we older)
Scratch my ass and I'll poop in your face and promise not call. LOL!  Do U find me funny???  It's a dark hairy clown that haunts your dreamspace and takes you away from the sorto sub-urban comfort that you love to pretend protects you.  I doubt that there's anything that you can do to make yourself happy.  I know there's nothing that I can do to make myself feel good, so I hit myself in the head with a hammer and hope to kill a few more braincells and hope that ass the braincells die my chances to find happiness inside a life with the intelligence of a fucking amoeba.  MATE SPAWN DIE is the creed of the death cascade youth and here is my own plan to take this with me.  Don't fucking forget your god damned glow sticks and your gross soda. 

Shit Damn Motherfucker! (part three)

Exclamation of the moment put into words;
SHIT DAMN MOTHERFUCKER!!!
oozing out of every pore as she ate me
it was a horrible time to be alive but a great time to die.  cold zombie hands grip nubile young flesh in an orgy of perversion and dead fish flesh.  Here was the only chance to be a real DAREDEVIL and his was inside a mind and hers was inside a mind and together theirs was a mind that could speak between lines until the age and the decay eventually took his mind away.  Was it a SPIRIT that called to me?? Was their a voice behind death??  I wish there was was something surreal wish there was something drew but I'll be FRANK with you, all talent for art slipped away pretty early in the whole scheme of things so get me a drink from the fucking pay bar and then hold me upside down and then pour the goddamn drink down my ass so that I can obliterate this moment a little more quickly.  Talent is illusion.  Fame is a dream of the weak willed.  Get past the taste and suck your own cock you big mouth whore.

Friday, August 27, 2010

Shit Damn Motherfucker (part two)

Sometime in life there reaches a moment when only
SHIT DAMN MOTHERFUCKER
can turly say want I want!
Drinking alone is one of the best ways to bring about peace and happiness in your life.  The peace and happiness are likely to increase the more that you drink, so don't be afraid to open that fifth bottle of wine and pour it down the hatch!!  Sometimes other people will try to enter your life and take you away from your all important quest of self liberation.  It is important to deal with these intruders to your space the same way you would deal with intruders to your body (i.e. germs).  You must expell them from your personal space ASAP and quickly clean your whole self of their presence.  This is not a drill, your life is on the line.  I drank my way to happiness and now I'm like a baby, covered in poop and happy all the time.

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Shit Damn Motherfucker! (part one)

SOME TIME IN LIFE I AM ALL LIKE
SHIT DAMN MOTHERFUCKER!!!
"So what" she says "Erection is not only idea that matter there are fancy wanderings of imaginative lands and many too others!"  
"No," he is saying in surity "There is no more erection than life in colossal unknown."  
"I have too many of the times of our lives imprinted onside mind eye doormat wish fulfillment for erection to be inside all of that, yours is owned into the wordlink of divine mystery and so colossal hormone impregnation is all I see when my eyes are closed.  Don't be afraid, blow my speakers out, take my cellphone and throw it in the fire, creaked like Jesus Christ, foremost is the idea mountain rain.  Do not now.  Now. Now. Now.  Dour mouse sulks like a bunny huddled without my arms to hold her.  This is the sort of day we fall into when we lose our grasp of intentionality.  It's all like that."  Smiling sad words out her.

"Shit damn motherfucker, you one weird ass girl!!"  he say.

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Black List

last box of crackers
last bag of dorritos
last bag of shit
last can of worms
microsoft works 6.0
cup of sex
box of dried apples
box of dead rats
last box of cheerios
jar of mayonnaise
cup of holy water
cup of hot coffee
chalice

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

House Party 2: The Pajama Jam

My home was my sanctuary. Within these walls I could be myself, I didn't have to look calm in front of strangers. Yet the reality of never leaving is boredom and apprehension. Every day I watched a little bit of my life slip away, knowing all the time that I was young and that I should be out there. I had to rejoin this world but I had no idea how.


About 3 years ago I woke up late for work. Instead of getting dressed, calling in and heading off, I found myself unable to phone. I felt....odd. I figured ok, I'll take a sick day. Too sick to phone. I poked around on the internet for a while. I got dressed and went out the door to go get a coffee, got to the door and realized something was wrong. I felt like something really bad was about to happen. I was sweating, and in a panic. My heart was pounding as if I had just been in a fight and I couldn't for the life of me figure out why.

Moving Pictures


 I'm watching Gregg Araki's new film. It's a girl's school horror film filled with typical shots of girls drenched in blood set against blue and green bathroom backdrops. The maestro guy from the orgy scene in "Shortbus" is there on a couch with big fake hair commenting in a blasé fashion. I'm there too with ridiculous hair and I seem sad and indifferent.

This is my hour

Monday, August 23, 2010

House Party

The party is happening right here! 24-7, there's no need to leave when there's nothing outside. Remember the days when you could come and go as you please? Kiss it goodbye. Everything you could ever want is simply a double click away from reality. Kick back and melt to the soothing sounds of your new exxxistence!

We be flubbin it: Pants dance revolution (pt 17)



Che Guevara became a hero to teenagers everywhere after Kurt Coblaine died in a car accident. With his rebellions he inspired the lower middle class to skip class and make their voices herd! Some tooke are taking out the pent up frustrations on dance floors across the nation. Covered in alcohol and body fluids, the youth of 1994 grind each other into a fine white powder to a 4 x 4 beat at your local discotechques. You know your's is going to be there, always and forever.


Friday, August 20, 2010

Black Cloud



Hang, hang, hang over my head. Suppress this oppression and lets take a walk. Follow me out to the street. Around the corner, down the sidewalk, into the dark alley, under the cardboard box and inside the empty can. There I am with my black cloud. We have always been here and we always will be.

 


Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Electrical's discharged

I couldn't make my TV dinner tonight. There's some kind of short circuit in the power grid which is preventing  food from reaching my mouth. If anyone has any experience with electricks and eating please advise before I die of starvation. :*(

Saturday, August 14, 2010

Breakfast at Tiffany's


Breakfast is my favorite meal of the day! I'm not depressed, what makes you say that? Who said what now? Know, I don't think I no what you mean. Sometimes people say things because it makes them larger than life! When you're the size of a skyscraper it's easy to lose sight of the real issues and stamp out all life below.

Friday, August 13, 2010

Talk about depressing!

Talk about it some more! Why do you do the things you do? Do you think you're doing it the right way? Do you think you're being respectful towards others? Do you think this person would really appreciate the way you interact with that person? Do you think the impact that this has on that will reflect well in the eyes of a god?

Tough guys social club

The internette is all about distance! Using this new technology you can kick sand in someone's face and steal their girl from 1 million miles away! Your's is at the forefront of this amazing new era, cyber bullying his way to the top. Who will stand up to this?  No one, because the internet does not get involved! Haterz take note, rumble with Ed online and you're gonna have no place to hide!


Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Emotional Breakdance



At the feedstore do I say, "Oh, now Wally, give me a bag of that Fuckin' pig feed, and a pound of that bitchly cow corn"? At the bank do I say, "Oh, Mrs. Malenger, here is one big bastard of a check, now give me some of your Christ-ing money!" THERE, LOOK THERE, NOW SEE WHAT YOU MADE ME DO! FUUUUCK!!!

Monday, August 9, 2010

I've done questionable things...

Remorse, 24-7. Your's has done things you are not proud of. Are we powerless to fix? It's like watching from the outside of the fish bowl. It's like sitting in the audience at the movies and shouting at the screen, as much as you may want to change things it won't make any difference.

Sex Out the Sun with Our Blot

 

Sex Sales!


and our sex was cold like the flesh of a dead mouse's body.  When I grabbed onto our sex I was left with a sad heart and an empty hand.  Don't let me die this way.

Sunday, August 8, 2010

Blot out the sun with sex!

What else is there? I can't see straight anymore and I've forgotten who my friends and family are.

Saturday, August 7, 2010

Cool shit to put on a blog

That's right, your's has no shame in posting the things the others think is no longer cool! It was cool and it still is and it always will be.

Thursday, August 5, 2010

A club culled truth.

Hell yes. Club Cultrue is all the rave these days, the Ravers are approaching the ages of 30 something and they have to do something! But what? I have good news for you, my hard partying friends, you are never to0 old for the clubbings. At the ripe age, your's is almost 87 and still going strong on the floor that is dancing!


Tuesday, August 3, 2010

We Be Clubbing (pt. 16)

There aera tiems in which the dancing it is too much to be done inside the doors, here's the dance sort htat the people in outside love CYBER DISCO INDUSTRIOJSA L DEATH BEAT!!!