pillforyourills

I write relatively regularly elsewhere. Let me know if you care. Too much effort in the event that you don't.

Some about the bastard:

I consider myself as bland and uninteresting as a human being can get. A friend asked me once what I consider the least important element in my world. I replied, "Myself." She cried bullshit. "Only zen masters and pure idiots say that." I told her to take her pick.

Though urine is much cleaner and safer than shit, I'd sooner give a rimjob than partake in watersports.

Though piercings are conveniently temporary and less costly than tattoos, I'd prefer a tattoo for its more profound permanence.

I've been subjected to public torture and masochistic punishment. Enjoyed every second of it.

Although Rayna and Amok are my favorite Suicide Girls (the former has my girlfriend's body), my favorite set is Kate's "Hangover." It's the L7 shirt that does it for me.

At the show in Lawrence, Kansas, Nixon blew a handful of whipped cream straight into my eye.

My most prized possession is my computer, simply for the ridiculous amounts of music and other shit I have on it. Much related to comics, as well, like The Invisibles series in its entirety or the Global Frequency TV series pilot. Dork 'Til I Die.

My aspiration is to be a "shady and unsettling" character. I fall desperately short of this goal, landing somewhere around "paranoid and irritating." These things take practice, I suppose.

I believe the effects of psychedelic drugs have much to teach us about the human psycho-species, and am making tentative experimental steps in the direction of that belief.

I'm probably online right now.

Peace.