I fucked your dentist.

( It's a poem )

Heeey money donkey, what are you living for?
I burn with anger. I set time bombs eberywhere.

Exprooosion!
Exprooosion!
If I live a thousand years and break away.
Exprooosion!
Exprooosion!
I can't wait, there's no time any more.

I'm very hungery, bring me something to eat.
I'm getting angery, destroy eberything!
It's like a batterfield.

This strikes me as a pretty good idea right about now. I mean, if I weren't stuck in the green part.

Tell me: Why is it that, when America's racists, homophobes, and warmongers all come together to re-elect a corrupt and inept helpermonkey to our nation's highest office, my television credits his victory to "an appeal to morality and values"?

Who: Me.
What: Fucking.
Where: You.
When: Now.
Why: Fear of mortality.

I was thinking about words, how I didn't like the idea that "talent" and "skill" are different things (they aren't) or that training and inspiration have different intrinsic value (they don't), or that you can't be trained to be a better artist than you're born (you can), or that you can be born a better artist than a scientist (you can't). Art is ( Read more... )

Last night I threw up for kicks. I was in one of those nervous anxiety nightmares, one of those existential boredom things that just calls for rash action. In short, I was desperate for something to do, and once the idea of intentional vomiting crossed my mind, it was just inevitable that I try. I have some weird harmonic of the Mountaineer's ( Read more... )

So I'm living in this crappy city. It's okay. I've lived in crappy cities before. And rent's cheap.

( How cheap? Get ready for some of the most vicious math since the holocaust... )

It occurs to me that politics can be defined as a decision-making process for which the two following conditions apply ( Read more... )

So I failed at everything, and I'm going to go live in my mom's basement in Idaho. See you there ( Read more... )