anissa

Yes! The G.G. Allin rant, finally.

Didn't think I knew about that shit didja?

Anyway, for some unbeknownst reason to me I decided to revisit the gory, literally, gory details
of, well, his LIFE actually. He was just a skeevy in life as is was in death.
Also very literally.
Seriously go look it up!
As if watching that video was an anomaly, a glitch in my mind, like it
really didn't happen. So off i went in search of.

I do that from time to time. Indulge in the gooey, scabby, and pungent side of life. Or death as it
were.
I am a member of the Rigor Mortis group after all.

SO, I had seen a myriad of concert videos since then, but the one gilded in shit and booze was still elusive.

THE FUNERAL VIDEO

I had to add capital letters cause the shit was THAT serious.

All I can say is, "Wow." If you'd seen the video you'd understand. No other words necessary.

I found the GG MySpace page and absolutely see how that service was as zoo-rific as it was.
His fans, I mean the devoted ones, are fucking crazy. And that's putting it lightly.

But all that insanity aside, there's something horrific and fascinating with someone that "free".
If you could call it that.
He still seemed bound by the shackles of FUCKING CRAZY.
His dad named him Jesus Christ for Pete's sake.
Don't you think that shit trickles down just a little?

But anyway, it's like this... one of the truest sign of somebody not giving a fuck is shitting
on stage, cutting your fucking head open with a bottle YOU broke over your face, and then
rubbing the shit in the 6 inch gash you've created for yourself. AFTER you anal rape a girl
and have her shit on some fries and then eat them. All of which is followed up with a rigorous ass
beating by your loving fans.

No, really they fucking loved him.

At least the ones there for him. Not the hapless music fans or bar hoppers that though they
were just at a run of the mill show.

But back to being free. I kept zeroing on this one particular act of scumitude. And the philosophy
behind it has got me in its clutches.

Every now and then, when the air was just right, and the planets were all alined, something magical
would happen... He'd suck his brothers dick onstage.

Now the mind automatically shifts to, "What a depraved fuck!", but, early in the morning the mind
is hazy and sort of lucid. And sometimes you think off the beaten path.

I kept thinking I bet he didn't even think it was that big a deal.
Like it's just meat and it's just my brother.
I bet if I suck him off this people would freak the fuck out.

And they did. People still do.

Giving his brother a blow job in his mind was probably the equivalent of putting your ass in
somebodies face and pooting.

People ARE strange.

SO that's my early morning rant, tho I probably wont post this until 3, if then. (A week later @ 6:58p to be exact.)

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