2009 September
Fuck Art, Let’s Kill
[decided to use random titles rather than get stuck on thinking them up when nothing comes to mind- this is from a t-shirt...] I’ve been writing some on Satan and Individuation, piecing together some experiences and research since some larger, mmm closing perspectives on these matters have been popping up synchronously. Which is always nice, to [...]the night showers…
those grotesque blues in a haze of blissful repose… so I chose to get my teeth fixed after years of supposed tormentia like a sinus infection, rotting 3rd molars, and a general lack of proper hygiene for my mouth… first, the teeth were cleaned….. oh, but wait, I am forgetting a large chunk of time… due to the poking and prompting and care of another human being, I saw a doctor about my sinus infection, and was prescribed a few things to take care of the situation… such as flonase and antibiotics… after a short pause, the problem became an afterthought, and soon receded into the memory… however, my teeth were still in a fairly awkward condition, but I was more than comfortable to avoid that conversation long enough… with a direct insistence to keep myself healthy, and a …
Quote of the Month; September….2009
“I get a kick out of being an outsider constantly. It allows me to be creative. I don’t like anything in the mainstream and they don’t like me.”
~ Bill Hicks; comedian and philosopher.
Epic Trash
I don’t have any real memories anymore, I have pushed them so far behind the eyes that all the bad memories are blotted out in the vast mind space like dreams, and occasionally haunt me as such. The memories I do have are ones devised by me, and my own imagination at work. There has never been any time that I can recall that it wasn’t this way for me. I began living in the trailer park shortly after I quit my last job, and took up a career writing unimpressive articles for shit magazines all over the states. My girlfriend and I sat there, smoking reefer and chatting up the adventure of the day, but keeping an eye on the door the whole time to make sure the child didn’t find his way into our room. The dope …
Things I Know For Sure
For those who may not be aware of the book, the title of this post is a nod to the Vonnegut book Sirens of Titan, wherein the main character, after being shoved around by the powers-that-be, has been brainwashed as a member of the Martian army. Though he starts off as a rather self-assured wealthy [...]the picture post, bitches.

doobie. where is it at? my cherished instrumental tool. where is it at? do i need to describe with discretion at the will of forces truly unknown to me. the override switch was hit by the self it takes a mirror to see. the rhythmic feeling of a hankering to wail out something of passionate display, a face for the world to behold, and for all subtlety necessary in day-to-day events. a movement, no… motion, that displays its mechanics. where is it at? that thing that chimes in harmony with my tastes. vibrating with an essence that tastes like motor oil. an extract from the soil and mineral below the feet. where is it at? the substantial something.















