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Yep, if the Starship Enterprise were powered by Free Jazz instead of Dilythium Crystals...



...who knows?

It's entirely possible G.G. Allin was Republican. He was... kind of heinous, but I love him anyway. You know who's heinous? And you know who I don't love? Vincent Gallo. Ewwww. He looks like he smells like a public toilet.

I'm not sure that ALL women are like that. There are a few who are like that, but one wonders if they are lying to themselves when they say the lie. As in, do they believe the lie?

I've had a number of spectacularly shitty relationships with people of different persuasions, genders, and flavours. What did many of them have in common? They were jerks. Yes, I had a thing about going for jerks I think said thing was related to a distinct lack of self-esteem.

Now, I've been with the bad boy, the nice guy and finally I think I've found a bad boy/nice guy. Well, he's so much more than that. He's wonderful.

What was the point of this ramble? I think I meant to say that people learn, and some people take longer than others to learn that pretty boy asshole is really not that rewarding in the longer scheme of things.

So I rested for a time alternating between reading a WIRE UK mag and fighting my boxer puppy with a can of Black Flag and a roman trident. Like Spartacus sharp. Call PETA if you want. The heathen mutt can take a million tridents swung by a million enslaved Moors and still come back for dessert.

that made me smile. So while you may be crazy, you most certainly have not lost your ability to write.

seriously though, I went through periods during my clinical depression where crying came outta nowhere like that. Is it possible maybe what you describe might have been a panic attack? I've never had those, but I did have crying for no reason. Oh, and waking up in tears. Yeah, that was fun. It goes on, but I won't bore you with the details. Suffice it to say I went through about 5 mental health professionals before finding someone I could talk to. This was after I took Effexor for a little bit because I was considering offing myself. I weaned myself from Effexor. I think it may have been helpful during the worst of it. I'm not sure on that one. I am sure that my therapist saved my life. I'm also sure that working out, starting regular exercise, helped balance my outta whack chemistry a little. So perhaps you just need to continue on your quest for someone to listen to you. Talk therapy, I think they call it.

And speaking of talking, you know where to find me on IM if you want to.

This is an incredible entry. Not wanting to make light of your distress, it takes a real talent in writing to go from a kind of comical picaresque monologue to the depths of despair like that...

Your episode sounds like an anxiety attack, I've had 'em. I think it is a good sign that you envisage your (unlikely) mental disintegration and internment with anger: this signifies, as Swoo might say, that you haven't given up.

There is nothing wrong you, young man, it is simply that your soul is too big. It's nothing to be ashamed of.

The minutemen one is the best...that just fucking kills....
man, you need to get your hands on some TREAT HER RIGHT...look for it you will dig...
also try to pick up the tzadik release of the irving stone memorial concert top fucking notch in any decade.....and for the record...the logic is mullet endorsed...

omg, that is fabulous. FABULOUS!! how wonderful.

and i send you many blessings, sir. if you have to make a choice between rich and dead, i'd go with rich. then, you can afford a level of decadence that will ensure a spectacular death from excess. and who doesn't want that?

never let the fleshboxes around you dictate how you approach life man...it is not fucking worth it--i broke my back for years trying to be a nice guy...and the most i could manage out of that was mr fucking shoulder to cry on at 2 am....When you talk about hello bookshelf-I relate to that..before June all I had was my job, more records then god, and books..books are great friends, there when you need them and quiet when you dont( yeah, I ripped that off from hank rollins-sue me) The esscence to me anyway--is being a nice guy on my terms....I look fucking hard-like sunshine and dust have been wedged into my eyeballs....until I smile-then i look either dangerous or like a creampuff...and that is just fine for me.....the only thing that ever corrected what would have been a spiral straight to the ground was finding redemption in those books on my shelf...and then of course i found my match...my partner..and i suspect you will as well....as for the death from above...i really did not care for it...sounded like a few dudes trying really hard to be fucking crazy and avant..but again i felt the same way about nurse with wound....so take that with a grain of salt....and fight the good fight brother...

There's no Dolphy documentary... but there's plen-ty of Ashlee Simpson footage out there! ...if you've got the balls!

I went ahead and tributed you in the Threwad. Seemed like the right time to do it.

Dilaudid for all for Xmas!!

I come out of mourning and what do I see but the twin pornography of Hardee's Monster Thickburger and giant inflatable Santa atop WalMart.

I am going back.

Hugs & Kisses!

Happy dayafter

Impressive soundtrack. I have often wondered whether working in a record store and having to listen to music all day would gradually cause me to resent it...
These days I'm reluctant to put on music at home unless I can turn off all the lights, unplug the phone(s), lock the door and give it my full attention - all of which is only usually possible a couple of times a week.
*sigh*


I am intrigued by your get-fit for money scheme. I too am trying to figure out the best exercise routine, and it had not occured to me that it might also be lucrative!

I hope you are well, mr.

we need a BOZ SCAGGS - ELTON JOHN DUET! ! ! ! !

Y'know, I just noticed your lengthy profile on the right here...

You must be the happiest mother-f'er I know.