In the news today, I read that Disney is recalling their portable DVD players because the battery packs sold with the player can overheat and possibly burst when being recharged. On this beautiful Spring afternoon, I am enthralled by the scenario of a young child in the back of a luxury sedan being horribly burned by battery acid in the midst of a ( Read more... )

The keyboard of my laptop is totally fucked up. After Dorkwave, I somehow ended up sitting in the bathtub with it, sort of crying, drinking a Faygo mixed whiskey and coke... and I spilled it. More than likely in an attempt to shed a feeling or two into a .txt file. Now the shift key thinks it is better than me and the space bar just can't stand up ( Read more... )

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I found a certain secret spot where I could hide my hind behind the triangular tops of suburban homes and radio towers. Where the snow melts like it should and the boys bend over like they said they couldn't. This is where no man should ever breathe. This is where no man should ever utter an insignificant sigh. You keep your mouth goddamned shut ( Read more... )

Before I become a pansy, there must be the bold statement that I am in love with a boy named Alexandre Aja. I won't say anything more of this. It would just make this already obscene post only more obscene ( Read more... )

Girl: "You make me wanna die. I want to make out with you and take your clothes off to Siouxsie and the Banshees and then throw up and weep with pure bliss."

Boy: "I'm the happiest the saddest guy in the world can be."

I am an adult only by default. The thoughts in my brain tell me one thing yet the drugs in my vein tell me another. Fresh off another fantastic party, I am feeling more love for Mike Deluca than the love I feel for life. Obscene observations of frame upon frame and the way certain phrases fall out of a bad actor's mouth. The way a head pops off of ( Read more... )

I just purchased a DVD of Kenneth Anger's "Invocation Of My Demon Brother" and "Lucifer Rising" through Ebay. If anybody would like to come over to trip on LSD and watch them with me, give me a call. I feel like all I ever do anymore is sleep. Maybe I just need to press my body against a dancing dork with a soft, perhaps new, wave. Whatever.

Anything that obscures thought.

Punxsutawney Phil came out, saw his shadow, put a gun in his mouth, and blew his chipmunk brains all over the camera lense of local news crews. When approached for a statement, a witness could not comment. They just barfed grossly, followed by pleading "Oh my god! I hope I don't have a disease!" as they spat out the misdirected blood of a dead ( Read more... )