my mouth tastes salty.

lots of work for classes.. goin to LA for the weekend with ROTOZAZA, STAGNATION and WARFAIR? two shows one long party. i'll miss an anonymous someone (elise) a bunch. that'll be sick. thrash and grind hard, come back, finish class work/classes, then summer of constant disaster. A HORRENDOUSLY DEVESTATING PARTY HOUSE.

hey, remind me not to order anything sweet & sour. the taste reminds me of eating rust or aluminum or something. anyway, shits gross.

and i got my AB-Y selector yesterday... hella noise.

i think i need a life. FUCKING MORE NOISE!

mix one half white vinegar with one half rubbing alcohol. mind the fumes. cover with plastic bag. let soak for an hour and a half. enjoy the burn chachi.

ughhhhhhhhh... chris brought over a million vhs movies today, i'm kinda happy about that. maan motherfuck.

the coffee i made this morning tasted like nuclear runoff. mother of god.

erik, eric, errek, aareck, is outside my window. this morning he woke me up by sniffling and crooning the words "no one knows what it's like to be me..." (and variations like "no one fuckin' knows...") between fits of sobbing.

moving today. i thought i'd be moving in right after class at noon, but i guess the house wasn't ready yet. then i thought i was going to meet chris and mikey there at 4 but that didn't work out either. now i'm waiting till 9 to drive back to tempe.. all anxious and shit ( Read more... )

there they were. believers of a savage and queer reality. wearing the colors of their tribes and smilng through the painful years of dental malpractice. cruel as the nazi physicians, they are the shuffling plunderers. reptiles with loafers and knives. gnawing on flesh and bone, filling their bellies with charred death. licking the juices off ( Read more... )