Thanks to my buddy Flannery, I now have a new journal, so this one will be closing soon ( Read more... )

Sorry, no disgusting admission for today.
An admission, however, of sorts:

MY BIZATCH IS THA SHIZNIT.

Take that as you will, process it through your "Eric" filter, for it speaks volumes.

But I must be off to attend to more pressing matters.

I will sleep like the dead tonight.
Sleep with a huge grin on my face for I am sated.

I am in big trouble, heaps of it in fact ( Read more... )

A random excerpt from a day in the life of The Zombie Generic ( Read more... )

Johnny's dead ( Read more... )

On the news last night a woman on the east side (represent yo), in her daily routine, left her house to go check the mail. She walks down to the curb, opens the mailbox and finds a paper bag. She retrieves said bag , unrolls the top to discover A FUCKING EYEBALL sitting at the bottom of the bag ( Read more... )

She haunts every footstep I take, from the front door to the back door and each passing shadow in between. Every girl who I pass has a different scent. I wonder if one of them is hers, knowing well that it is impossible, for none of them yet has brought my blood to a boil ( Read more... )

I scored
35¼%
on the classic 400 Point Purity Test!Take the test here!

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o1. Name you wish you were born with: Jack? Or maybe Hannibal or just Rex ( Read more... )