Saturday, December 09, 2006

NP:Boy George-the Crying Game

i went to take a civil service test this afternoon. sat in the auditorium of a high school for 45 of the longest minutes of my life, surrounded by what seemed to be 4000 age fitty-and-beyond perfume-drenched housewives. it was like 10lbs of menapause in a 5lbs bag.

i've listened to this song like twelve times tonight. i watched the movie the other night. talk all you want about the deep philosophical allegory about love-and-war...at the end of the day it's still the villain from Stargate with a perm and a plot-twist stolen from Sleepaway Camp.

i can't wait till i win an Oscar for my riveting screenplay. it's about the trials and tribulations and the coming-to-terms-with-things-thing that plunges a man and the people in his world into the very depths of the labyrnth that is...LOVE. that man is a Leprechaun, by the way. an EVIL Leprechaun. what-a-twist.

i worked on that one for like ten minutes, and that was the best i could come up with. I Need Me Goooolllld indeed.

sighdeesighdeesighdeesigh.

Wednesday, December 06, 2006

NP:Hole-Doll Parts

faith is for those too lazy to question....questioning is for those too stubborn to believe....believing is for those who are severley dependant on their own worthlessness....so those with faith or belief are severley lazy co-dependants, and those who question are too stubborn to be severley lazy co-dependants. guess i win again.

wrote this after my suspicions about a girl growing up to be a keen-on-jesus republican came to pass. that girl broke my heart and now i'm happy because i realized in her complete and utter castration of my manhood i just dodged several hundred crucifix-shaped bullets.

but now i hate religion even more. i don't wish for a Nihilist Nation, though. Nihilism is mine and you can't have it. have fun believing in Ghosts and an possible ascension into Cloud City. don't forget to give embryos the vote on your way up, Chalice-Tits.

so yeah, i'm fucking over you now. all i've got is my own anger. anger at all the time i wasted feeling jilted because you chose to have bad-sex with a garbage man while a Jesus TV Ornament basks in the putrid shadow of your lame fuck over something real with me. whatever. i'll laugh last and loud as always.

you're off-line, bitch.

Tuesday, December 05, 2006