And how am I the biggot when I'm talking cultural tolerance ( Read more... )

Happy birthday Tristen!!!!!! 12!!! Whooooo! double digits. isn't it wierd how digits are numbers and also phelanges? Just goes to show that people like to count on their fingers. Life is a big swooping amorphous blob, the only cohesion being the subtleties that change constantly. Example, you ask? Well I start my new job at People's co-op in a week ( Read more... )

And I quote: "I got a job makin' money for the man, throwin' chicken in a bucket with a soda pop can. Puke (black) uniform on my back, I had to set it on fire in a vat of chicken fat... I AIN'T GONNA WORK FOR NO SOUL SUCKIN JERK I'M GONNA TAKE IT ALL BACK AND I AIN'T SAYIN JACK." Fuck you! I quit! You with your homoginized faceless corporate ( Read more... )

The Greasy Trio, Olivia, Newt & John, are back with their myriad, myopic, meso-american, misadventures! This week: "A Man A Plan A Cananl Panama, 'tis not benal!" in which our heros brave steam liners and cargo ships alike in order to rescue the precious Olambaster Diamond from the evil hands of the Shirapee. Tonight at 8.

but Depeche Mode is cheeeeezy. I mean, I love them and all; their lyrics are great and they invented the wheel to better role down the road paved by Eno for synthesizers (spelling?) but seriously, C-H-E-E-S-Y.

What would you say if i left this town tomorrow ( Read more... )

Ode to Odin (acadamia ( Read more... )

eukaryotic creationisms. Hoo-ray isms! Ego blah-isms! just to drown out colloquial-isms for what is proprted is PORT! and tawny dreams of yester-years fancy and syphillitic nightmares hence. Drown ohhhhh penis of eternity! into the swollen cosmic vagina, vasocongesting with the juices of a thouSAND nebulae! until the contractions start and all us ( Read more... )