A Solitary Night on the Stage

When times come to be alone on the stage with nothing but microphone and the stares of a thousand pairs of eyes there is a certain feeling rather like the rise of locust in my heart and from this space there comes a certain emotional response - like an emotional upchuck.  Give me a hand to hold onto and I will remove it from the wrist.  I'm that kind of guy.

Hard Labor Day!!

SHIT DAMN MOTHERFUCKER!!!

I am so sorry for not being on this blogg yesterday I was in North Korea celebrating your favorite Hard Labor Day!  With manacles and balls and chains (bigballs, motherfucker - if you gotta ask!)  Breaking rocks with pick-axes and eating a handful of white rice it was a fucking sweet goddamn Hard Labor Day, all y'all motherfrickers shoulda fulcking been there!!!

Death Angel

Come to me my Death Angel with your blackened wings and your deadly scythe and take from me this last sorrow and bitter pain!  Yours is the Eddie lost forever in the turmoiled currents and yours is the Eddie who pain has sought at every turn.  To me, my death bringing beauty!  To me, my angel of wanton despair!  To me, my alabaster skinned, dark-garbed cherubim!  Hear the cries of your Eddie and send Him to bed forever more!