Thursday, February 05, 2004

SUICIDAL: If you're not now, you never were.

Carlton Mellick III is my new god. Electric Jesus Corpse is an intensely fucked up ultra violent blood bath on hallucinigents, talking midget elephants, penis hungry fire ants, nihilistic punk rockers on drugs, non-chelant rapists and non-chelant rape victims, cannibal zombies, cyborgs and meat.

and that's only the first chapter. oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.

Wednesday, February 04, 2004

my next book will be Memento meets the Bell Jar.

Tuesday, February 03, 2004


the music of Eva Braun's suicide attempts.

i'm thinking about becoming a junkie. i'd hate to disapoint all my frein...........well my girlfreind would surely be upse...........i'd hate to ruin my band's chance at a promis.............

why am i just thinking about it? whose heart do i have to break? whose life do i have to ruin? whose career do i have to sabotage? my own? puh-leeez. for all i know i could be a figment of someone's imagination or a ghost.

i don't want to live to see you get married.
i don't want to live to see you succeed.

if i'm not along for the ride, then i hope you get in an accident. if that sounds cold hearted, then i hope irony is not lost on you. although it probably is.

suicide a-hoy.

Sunday, February 01, 2004


you hate me and i love you for it.
NP:Fantomas-Delirium Cordia

i had a candy bar for lunch.

who do you think will win the Super Bowl? i'm betting on Beyonce and her finely sculpted ass, although Janet Jackson and her dynamite midsection could prove to be a difficult advesary, especially with brother Michael and his "busy hands", although since Beyonce is over the age of 12 AND a woman, she might just make Michael so nervous that he runs and hides under a pile of soiled feety pajamas.

that's whose playing, right? i mean i haven't heard anything about any football teams playing or anything.