Sadness... Molto sadness... I cry... A tear falls from my eye ( Read more... )

Goose is lonely. Goose needs a friend. Will you be my friend? You will? Then forget it. In the words of the immortal Groucho Marx, "I wouldn't want to belong to any club that would have me as a member."

This is a response to that goddamned online drug, thefacebook.com. I have been addicted to it from day 1 - which, in fact, was yesterday. I use it ( Read more... )

Every minute spent in this self-loathing misery takes me but one step closer to the almighty Bob. Once there, I shall be met with a bottle of Wild Turkey, and listen to a stereo playing nothing but Black Sabbath's "Into the Void". Why? I don't really know. Just a feeling. Delusions of grandeur are rampant when it comes to multiple sleepless nights ( Read more... )

Systemic drain is upon us all. The fat, loathed ones are coming down, ready to take us apart and drink our precious bodily fluids. My Spirit Journey Formation Anniversary passed with quite a few hitches. Those damned ones have refused me the key to my room. Why must they do this, on the appointed day that I was to leave the good life, and begin ( Read more... )

Back at work... sigh ( Read more... )

Yeah, you know me. Just one more fucked up individual in this madhouse. Just another reverend, spreading the word of his Lord to the people. The God of Grass, the Lord of Liquor ( Read more... )