I'm going to take away the first name for my record which was:
"Please destroy more buildings that have people with families in them"
Oh no, I'm not bowing to some imaginary standards and etiquette force. In fact, I will leave a song on the record entitled that. I need something more SINISTER and PERSONAL. The buildings thing seems a little vague although effective. Here is what I've been working with.
"What makes me get up everyday is the fact that my cruelty drove someone else to suicide."
This has the personal touch I was talking about. General wickedness can be fun, but I have always been more impressed with the kind of hell someone Like Nick Cave could create. In particular his Murder Ballads LP. His retelling of the Stagger Lee tale was cussin' and a pissin' MEAN. Yes Yes, I am boring one and all with my separation of the cold and exacting torture of a Nick Cave and a more shock n' rock style like Anal Cunt or GWAR. I do speak of this Villain Rock a little too frequently. Can these two diverse demons be married? I aim to do just that in a pit of noise and talentless wails that would drive Satan himself to adicate the throne upon a full listen.
The world is full of BAD people who sometimes operate under the guise of righteousness or patriotism. Corporate Executives, Lawyers, Preachers, yadda yadda yadda. It really seems like no one is working from a firm base of EVIL whom also let the public know that they are in fact, "Bottomless and Godless in their desire to rain misery upon all who take a breath in this world and the next" . Why can't the real villains just come out and say it??? So, it's my opinion that I become what is despised in a society.
I already feed off the displeasure of the customers in my pawn shop. It truly is delightful. They come waddling into my store holding bags of useless entertainment products. Yours truly always notices the friendly glances that adorn their dirty, poverty stricken faces. Ah, but these aren't the Norman Rockwell faces one sees before distributing pumpkin pie and fresh lemonade, NO! These are the beaming smiles of vermin who wish to pull apart some white meat from the hide! Friendly greetings and salutations to hopefully step you off of your game! Iceberg Slim knows this scene perhaps better than any man. So I balk their greetings with "Make and offer on that? We need to see an ID" Almost one out of four people bringing lambs to the slaughter do not have proper identification. I find this confusing because to operate in most capacities in this country means to have some form of picture ID. This leads me to the conclusion that most of these fucking street urchins DO NOT operate at all. As I thumb through their bags of refuse they try to dance around me with their idle chatter. Generally a combination of the weather and how "Brand, spankin' new their little pile of shit" is. As if the broken sentences are somehow going to ENHANCE the dollar amount of the offer. But wait, THE MASTERSTOKE! Storm clouds begin to rage and the serpent comes out from behind the facade once the offer is read to the swamp rat:
"What? Only five fuckin' bucks for this Nintendo. You gotta be kiddin' me, man. This here fucker is at least worth fifteen buck."
"Sorry, sir. Nintendo 64 is just an unpopular system. Thanks for giving us a shot!"
(general, phonics-less vulgarities commence out the door and into the parking lot as gutter platypus takes the five bucks to put petroleum in 1986 Pontiac Grand Am).
I really like to look into peoples eyes and see utter hopelessness. Sometimes I try to sound compassionate, but at least I've come to grips with my own evil and have been willing to talk about. This frustration all of these fucking mutts have in not getting what they want just fills me with the kind of satisfaction only narcotics and sexual intercorse could duplicate.
Put my picture between Skeletor and Genghis Khan.
Dusty "WhiskeyFightPit" Hill. Scourge of all those who fill out the bottom sector of Toledo, Ohio. Preys upon the weak with a distinctive flair and a schoolkid's joy.
This is what my plaque should read, I reckon.
SOUNDTRACK OF THE DAY
The Clientele "Suburban Light"
"Please destroy more buildings that have people with families in them"
Oh no, I'm not bowing to some imaginary standards and etiquette force. In fact, I will leave a song on the record entitled that. I need something more SINISTER and PERSONAL. The buildings thing seems a little vague although effective. Here is what I've been working with.
"What makes me get up everyday is the fact that my cruelty drove someone else to suicide."
This has the personal touch I was talking about. General wickedness can be fun, but I have always been more impressed with the kind of hell someone Like Nick Cave could create. In particular his Murder Ballads LP. His retelling of the Stagger Lee tale was cussin' and a pissin' MEAN. Yes Yes, I am boring one and all with my separation of the cold and exacting torture of a Nick Cave and a more shock n' rock style like Anal Cunt or GWAR. I do speak of this Villain Rock a little too frequently. Can these two diverse demons be married? I aim to do just that in a pit of noise and talentless wails that would drive Satan himself to adicate the throne upon a full listen.
The world is full of BAD people who sometimes operate under the guise of righteousness or patriotism. Corporate Executives, Lawyers, Preachers, yadda yadda yadda. It really seems like no one is working from a firm base of EVIL whom also let the public know that they are in fact, "Bottomless and Godless in their desire to rain misery upon all who take a breath in this world and the next" . Why can't the real villains just come out and say it??? So, it's my opinion that I become what is despised in a society.
I already feed off the displeasure of the customers in my pawn shop. It truly is delightful. They come waddling into my store holding bags of useless entertainment products. Yours truly always notices the friendly glances that adorn their dirty, poverty stricken faces. Ah, but these aren't the Norman Rockwell faces one sees before distributing pumpkin pie and fresh lemonade, NO! These are the beaming smiles of vermin who wish to pull apart some white meat from the hide! Friendly greetings and salutations to hopefully step you off of your game! Iceberg Slim knows this scene perhaps better than any man. So I balk their greetings with "Make and offer on that? We need to see an ID" Almost one out of four people bringing lambs to the slaughter do not have proper identification. I find this confusing because to operate in most capacities in this country means to have some form of picture ID. This leads me to the conclusion that most of these fucking street urchins DO NOT operate at all. As I thumb through their bags of refuse they try to dance around me with their idle chatter. Generally a combination of the weather and how "Brand, spankin' new their little pile of shit" is. As if the broken sentences are somehow going to ENHANCE the dollar amount of the offer. But wait, THE MASTERSTOKE! Storm clouds begin to rage and the serpent comes out from behind the facade once the offer is read to the swamp rat:
"What? Only five fuckin' bucks for this Nintendo. You gotta be kiddin' me, man. This here fucker is at least worth fifteen buck."
"Sorry, sir. Nintendo 64 is just an unpopular system. Thanks for giving us a shot!"
(general, phonics-less vulgarities commence out the door and into the parking lot as gutter platypus takes the five bucks to put petroleum in 1986 Pontiac Grand Am).
I really like to look into peoples eyes and see utter hopelessness. Sometimes I try to sound compassionate, but at least I've come to grips with my own evil and have been willing to talk about. This frustration all of these fucking mutts have in not getting what they want just fills me with the kind of satisfaction only narcotics and sexual intercorse could duplicate.
Put my picture between Skeletor and Genghis Khan.
Dusty "WhiskeyFightPit" Hill. Scourge of all those who fill out the bottom sector of Toledo, Ohio. Preys upon the weak with a distinctive flair and a schoolkid's joy.
This is what my plaque should read, I reckon.
SOUNDTRACK OF THE DAY
The Clientele "Suburban Light"
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Called the Herbster, wasn't home.
Today is the birthday.
Down for a bit of the ol' ultraviolence sometime soon?
btw, many of those people I hate? They, too, have no ID. We take ID to sign folks up for a computer. There is a large segment of the population who carry not a single piece of documentation (like even, say, a CVS or Safeway card) with their name on it... hence, we see the non-voting segment of the population (you need to show an ID at the polls, see).
Am I being too linear here? Sorry. My Random Generator is at the shop. Kudos.
...oh, one last thing? My personal mottos for creeps can be summed up from quotes I've seen 1) on an Emily Strange shirt of Jilly's 2) on a lapel button I saw Lemmy wearing once: 1) I WANT YOU to leave me alone, 2) Have a nice day somewhere else.
[Edited on Jan 14, 2004 5:25PM]