finaly got a computer again! glad to be single again! off is the direction i would like you to fuck! more tits less whining! louder music! we killed the doombox (t.v.) it has no powers here anymore! time to take care of myself and move foward! i've seen many shades of crazy but at the end this one was a whole new kind of crazy it made madness tremble in horror of its crazyness!!!
i could blow a billion on bushels of beautiful albums but outside these doors they prefer plastic they have no concept of wax. they have eaten shit for so long that it actually tastes sweet to them they really think those dripping turds are chocolate. the bastards don't care that the city lights have robbed our eyes of the stars cos theirs are glued to the screen. i wish that every time one of these cunts died a tree would grow real fast and mutant like tearing its way thru the pavement and buildings. i would laugh while they wimped and scampered pissing themselves like frightening animals in forest fire only to run into machines tearing thru what ever is not a flame. but you can get a big mac you can have frys with that and there are new aps for hyper fingers to fuck while yer lazy brains stair of never knowing that slaves made yer smart phone and they try to be hip and say how the government is evil not ever realizing that they were duped into buying a tracking device that they are addicted to. and slave wages built that phone for pennies with bleeding fingers. but you can have frys with that i cant super size them because you cant have it no more they changed that cos they care about yer tiny black hearts they wouldn't want them to burst. who would pay for death? who would buy suicide? we just bombed this place and built a mc donalds you can have frys with that. and we can smuggle heroin in happy meal boxes to americunt shores. cos yer stupidity makes it painful here and the bright need to escape the horror show my friends died trying to flee this hell we grew up in test tanks for truant children. we were force feed pills cos you couldn't bear the weight of yer angry kids in the mist of yer arrogant white flight. fuck you fuck you fuck you!!! you can have frys with that.
took like 5 peices over to the cafe to be sold wish i had a better camera or a scaner to share them hopefully i'll get shots of them for they sell if not oh well more work to be done anyways.
BWAHAHAHAGIVEMEGIVEMESWITCHBLADEKNIFEPONTIFEXMAXIMUS.....THE SUN WILL SOON BE GONE AND I WILL BE ABLE TO RUN AROUND THE STREETS OF A GHOST TOWN...... OH BUT THE VOODOO THAT YOU DO SO WELL ...................OH BUT THE TASTE THE TASTE OF THE SMELL.............KILLTHESUNKILLTHESUNKILLTHESUN.................CYBORGS!......WHAT......KILL THE SUN...................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
dxm glowing old skool sega shit playing punk oi and ska blaring good day for a good night oi oi oi now i wanna sniff some glue.
i have been bored as shit lately and have been listening to allot of my old beck albums (it is no secret how much i love early beck and how i feel it is another great and mighty way punk shows its face and influence) but i have come to realize how many events in the mysterious and often nonsensecal lyrics of the myriad of his early works have actually taken place in my life. now i know that he was... mearly painting an apthetic potrait of a homlessness overridden zombiesque apocalypse of the american heartland. some of these events may have transpired in his life but i am told most did not and were merely entertaining witticisms and anecdotes. but i have lived many. now is this somehow a subconscious desire to live out bizarre, depressing, depraved, and disturbed imagery of some awesome music, or am i just that big a fuck up. most would agree with the 2nd statement being the most obvious and prevalent in my endeavors (and with you i am likely to agree) i will be presenting you with some of these events that are lyrics in old beck songs but have taken place in my actual life once, twice, three times and or more. we will start with " i woke up on the futon and my boots were on fire" this i can say has happened concretely twice in my memory and is very possibly to have occurred more than said 2 times. more to follow in future posts thank you for your time and patience.
big storm heading in to my town i hope some of the mud fucker rednecks die in there trucks cos they are too stupid to stay inside.
was having a shity shity dayand it turned into a shitty shitty night! then i saw Radeo's batgrrrrrl set!!! so awesome!
