cauldron twenty <> "THERE IS NOTHING IN THE DARK THAT ISN'T THERE IN THE LIGHT. EXCEPT LIGHT. WAIT. EXCEPT LIGHT, AND THAT CRAZY MOTHERFUCKER HOLDING THE HUGE BUTCHER KNIFE WITH BLOOD ALL OVER HIM." OR "LET JESUS FUCK YOU."
[ Now playing in Demon Tribe Hollow... Four Sticks (DTH track 7,025 of 56,999) by Led Zeppelin from IV ]
*clears throat*
As quoted in this month's issue of Scientific American: "Forensic videographers today officially revealed what the world has long suspected -- that though he performed gracefully in the nude for much of his musical career, there stunningly remains no photographic evidence that G.G. Allin actually had a penis. Thank you."
Goddamnit.
I fuckin' blew it again. *shakes fist at the sky & curses his very existence*
I failed to make the trek to the gorgeous City of Angel-Hell Saturday night to see Dave "Rave" Ogilvie and his band Jakalope at Bar Sinister.
Instead, I cleaned and fuckin straight-up sanitized my apartment and did three months of laundry. (Yes! Did you, in fact, know that I have enough clean chonies to last me three whole months? It's the triple truth, Ruth.)
So, I don't really have any exciting stories to tell. However, today was my pop's birthday and so I went up to Poway. If you don't know where that is in San Diego County, it's basically "the city in the country". (Let the town motto be your guide.) I bought him a birthday dinner at a steakhouse kinda place. Okay actually I bought my stepmom's dinner and my brother bought my dad's dinner. It was pretty much a tag-team situation, is what I'm trying to say.
Oh. You know what rules just as much as - if not more than - life itself?
HORSETHEMOTHERFUCKINGBAND.
[ Now playing in Demon Tribe Hollow... Orion (DTH track 7,027 of 56,999) by Metallica from Master Of Puppets ]
[ Now playing in Demon Tribe Hollow... Four Sticks (DTH track 7,025 of 56,999) by Led Zeppelin from IV ]
*clears throat*
As quoted in this month's issue of Scientific American: "Forensic videographers today officially revealed what the world has long suspected -- that though he performed gracefully in the nude for much of his musical career, there stunningly remains no photographic evidence that G.G. Allin actually had a penis. Thank you."
Goddamnit.
I fuckin' blew it again. *shakes fist at the sky & curses his very existence*
I failed to make the trek to the gorgeous City of Angel-Hell Saturday night to see Dave "Rave" Ogilvie and his band Jakalope at Bar Sinister.
Instead, I cleaned and fuckin straight-up sanitized my apartment and did three months of laundry. (Yes! Did you, in fact, know that I have enough clean chonies to last me three whole months? It's the triple truth, Ruth.)
So, I don't really have any exciting stories to tell. However, today was my pop's birthday and so I went up to Poway. If you don't know where that is in San Diego County, it's basically "the city in the country". (Let the town motto be your guide.) I bought him a birthday dinner at a steakhouse kinda place. Okay actually I bought my stepmom's dinner and my brother bought my dad's dinner. It was pretty much a tag-team situation, is what I'm trying to say.
Oh. You know what rules just as much as - if not more than - life itself?
HORSETHEMOTHERFUCKINGBAND.
[ Now playing in Demon Tribe Hollow... Orion (DTH track 7,027 of 56,999) by Metallica from Master Of Puppets ]
fuck:
Thanks for liking the my design work. I don't talk about my belief in God. the name means nothing, it's just a name. i'm a firm believer in not everything has to mean something.