The Grand Ennui...

kvn: how ya been, punk?
boz: that's not a sweater thats a bondage vest
kvn: ha.
boz: I'm good, I'm always good
kvn: Cool. Im half-crazy. The same.
boz: so tell me about this donnie darko fetish you have, is there a book, cause the movie really sucked
kvn: Half-Viet, half-Irish, half-insane.
kvn: Dude. So original. So much a better piece of writing than half of the shit out there.
kvn: Not the best - but original, at least.
boz: figured there had to be a book, because the movie really didn't answer anything
kvn: You remind me of Frank - the bunny.
boz: I thought I reminded you of the roberta scurvy
kvn: No. No book. recommend a movie to me then, bubba
kvn: nothing funny
boz: have you seen Frida?
kvn: comedies are boring
kvn: BERT?
kvn: no. but i heard it was good.
boz: Frida with salma hayek
boz: yeah, real good, about an artist not reaching her potential, sort of like someone I know
kvn: Generally movies about painters suck, though...Stealing Picasso...Bisquik, Pollack...
boz: this had sex in it
kvn: Dude. They made a movie about somebody that reminded you of yo - I mean...The Hard Artist? wow.
kvn: jk. Hard kicks butt.
kvn: sex is good.
boz: I wasn't thinking about Hard
boz: I was thinking about someone who used to sleep with him
kvn: I'm getting kind of bored with the internet and writing on it - can you tell?
kvn: I know you didnt mean Hard. ha.
boz: funny thing though, the less you write the more comments you get
boz: I know you know I didn't mean Hard, I just wanted another chance to tell people that you used to sleep with him
kvn: Crap. Seriously, nobody comes around as much anymore. I used to get crazy amounts of people - but now it's a slow trickle...
kvn: Don't care too much though.
boz: ebb and flow, you have to go with the ebb and flow
kvn: Fuck. I just wrote something and it didnt go.
boz: on the zonk?
kvn: I know. I love it more than hate it. I just want to leave the internet as NOT my only sorce of writing. I want to get back to my old school productive ways again. Y' know. Pen. Paper. No distractions other than the ones with lungs andd telephones.
kvn: my fault. not the zonks. spelling? my fault. not god's.
kvn: sorce?
boz: can't you write on the computer, that's the way stephen king does it
kvn: Shit. He's a madman. And a REAL writer, not a hack like me. And even though he's brilliant - he's got buck teeth and an ugly wife...so that must make it easier to write. No distractions. Socially or romantically.
kvn: That was harsh, Stephen - my gog. Writing muse. I apologize.
boz: gog?
kvn: god, i meant. I feel bad.
kvn: That was horrible of me to say.
boz: it was, and his wife reads my blog
kvn: Even though Bukowski was ugly, Hemingway was fat, and Kerouac ended up marrying his fat, ol' mom.
kvn: Damn. There I go again.
kvn: I'm sorry.
kvn: And they were all alcoholics too.
boz: you think mariel hemingway is fat?
kvn: Damn. Again.
kvn: MAriel Hemingway has King's teeth.

Cartoon Pig Radio Mention...



Props to the man for my radio show mention.
Much love to the cow that died to feed my belly.
Thanks to Jesus for doing...whatever he did.

I enjoy not working on Sunday, bloody guy.

Gundark...

Gonna pull your ears off...

Soon...

Uneven Bedford Blazer...

ÈÒäیÏ åãÏی?Ñ ÑÇ¡ Çی ÌãÇÚÊ ÓÇÏå Ïá
ÊáæیÒیæä ÑÇ ÑæÔä ãی ˜äی ãی Òäی ÔȘå Óå¡ äæÏ ÏÇÑÏ æ ããÏ ãÇیáی äÔÓÊå æ ÏæÈÇÑå ÏÇÑå ÕÛÑی æ ˜ÈÑی ãی ?یäå ! ÌÇáÈ Çیä˜å Çیä ÏÝÚå äå Êæ ?æÔ ÎÈÑä?ÇÑ ÒÏå¡ äå ÏæÑÈیä ÔãÓ æ Êæ ÕæÑÊÔ ÎÇá˜æÈی ˜ÑÏå æ äå ÎæÇÓÊå ÍÇá ÑÖÇ ãÇáÏیäی Ñæ È?یÑå !
Èá˜å Çیä ÈÇÑ ÏÇÑå ÇÒ ÊÔÎیÕ ÕÏÇی ÊÇÓ ÏÑ Íیä ÇÏÇی ÝÑیÖå äãÇÒ ÈÇÈ ÓÎä ãی ÑÇäÏ.
Ìá ÇáÎÇáÞ Çیä ããÏی ÚÌÈ ÇÓÊÚÏÇÏ äåÝÊå Çی ÏÑ ãÇÓãÇáی ÏÇÑÏ åÇ !! ÝÑÏæÓی ?æÑ ãیÇÏ ÍÑÝ ÈÒäå åã?äیä ãی Òäå Êæ ÐæÞÔ ˜å Ïی?Ñ ÌÑÇÊ ÍÑÝ ÒÏä äãی ˜äå ! ÈÚÏ ãی Òäå ?Çی ?Ôã ÑæÒäÇãå ä?ÇÑÇ æ ÈÚÏåã ?äÇä ÍÇáی ÇÒ ããÏ ÏÇϘÇä ãی ?یÑå ˜å ä?æ ! ÏÑæÏ ÈÑ ÔÑÝ ãÕØÝæی !! Çیä æÇÖÍ ÊÑیä ?Ç?å ÎæÇÑی ÏÑ ãیÇä Çåá æÑÒÔ äÓÈÊ Èå ی˜ äÝÑ ÈæÏå æ ÔÇیÏ ÊÇ åÒÇÑÇä ÓÇá Çیä Ìãáå ÞÕÇÑ ããÏی ÒäÏå ÈãÇäÏ æ ÎÏÇ ä˜äÏ ˜å ããÏ ãÇیáی ãی ÎæÇÓÊå È?æیÏ ÏÇϘÇä ÔÑÝ äÏÇÑÏ ¿!
ÇÚÕÇÈ ÂÏã ÎæÑÏ ãی Ôå ÇÒ Çیä ØáȘÇÑی æ ?Ñ Ñæیی ! ãی Òäã ÔȘå ÎÈÑ ÏÇÑå ÏæÑÈیä ÎÈÑÓÇÒ äÔæä ãیÏå ! Çی ÈÇÈÇ ÈÇÒã ÇیäÇ ÏÇÑä ÏÚæÇ ãÑÇÝå äÔæä ãی Ïä !
ÈÇÈÇ Ìæä Çä?ÇÑ Çیä ÊáæیÒیæä ÔÏå áæäå ÒäÈæÑ åÇ åÑ ÌÇ ãی Òäی یÇ ÏÇÑä ÍÇá ãی ?یÑä æ یÇ ÏÇÑä ãی Òää æ یÇ ÏÇÑä ÝÍÔ ãی Ïä ! Çå
ÕÈÍ ÑæÒäÇãå åÇ Ñæ ÈÇÒ ãی ˜äی ! ÝáÇä ÝáÇä ÔÏå ÇÒÊ Ô˜ÇیÊ ãی ˜äیã. ãی ˜ÔیãÔ ÏÇÏ?Çå ! Êیã Çáã?ی˜ Èå Îјی ÊÑیä ãåÑå Ó?ÑÏå ÔÏ ! ÈÇÈÇ Çیä ?å ÇäÊÎÇÈیå ¿!
ãÛÒ ˜å åی?¡ ?Ïä åã Êæ Çیä ÇæÖÇÚ ãی Êјå !
ÝÏÇÑÓیæä æÒäå ÈÑÏÇÑی ÝáÇä ãÔ˜á ÑÇ ÏÇÑÏ¡ ˜ÔÊی ÈåãÇä ãÔ˜á ÑÇ¡ æÇáیÈÇá ÈÏÊÑ ÇÒ åãå¡ ÝæÊÈÇá ˜å ä?æ¡ ÌÇäÈÇÒÇä ÏäÈÇá ãæÞÚیÊ ÇÓÊ¡ ÈÇäæÇä åã ÏÑ?یÑ ÎØ æ ÎØæØ ÌÏیÏ. ãی ãÇäÏ ˜å Çیä æÓØ ÈÏãیäÊæäی åÇی ˜å ÈیÇäÏ æ ÇÚÊÕÇÈ ˜ääÏ. ÈÚÏ ÇÒ Èæ˜Ó ?Ôã æÑÒÔ Èå ÊÍÕä ÏÑ ÈÏãیäÊæä ÑæÔä ! ÍÇáÇ ãÇäÏå ãäÊÎÈ Êیã åÇی ˜ÇÑ?Ñی åã ÏÑ æÑÒÔ?Çå åÇ Èå ÌÇä åã ÈیÇÝÊäÏ¡ ÂÎå Çیä ÇæÖÇÚ æÑÒÔ ÏÑ ÔåÑÓÊÇä åÇÓÊ. ÏÑ ?äÈÏ ÈÇ äÆæ?Çä åã?یä ãی Òää Êæ ãáÇÌÊ ˜å یÇÏ ÇÈæی ÌÏÊ ÈیÝÊی ! ÍÇáÇ ãی ÎæÇی ãÑÈی Êیã ãáی ÈÇÔی ãی ÎæÇی åÑ ˜ÇÑå Ïی?Ñ !! Êæ ÇÕÝåÇä ˜å ÇÕáÇ ÑÓã ÏیÑیäå ÇÓÊ ÞÈá ÇÒ åÑ ÈÇÒی ãیÇä äیãå ÂÌÑ ÈÇ ˜Çãیæä ãیÑیÒä ÈیÑæä æÑÒÔ?Çå ÈÚÏã ãی?ä Èå ÝÑãæÏå ! ÒÏä È?å åÇی ÊåÑæä ÇÚã ÇÒ æÑÒÔ˜ÇÑ æ ÛیÑå ÖÑæÑی ÇÓÊ. ãیÑی ãÔåÏ ?äÇä ÊáÇÔی ãی ˜ääÏ ˜å ˜Ê˜ ÈÒääÏ ˜å ä?æ¡ ÏÓÊ ÂÎÑ ÈÇ ÍãÇیÊ åãå ÇåÇáی ãÍÊÑã ÎÑÇÓÇä æ ÇáÈÊå ÈÚÏ ÇÒ ÚÐÑÎæÇåی ÇÒ ÇãÇã ÑÖÇ åÑ ?ی ÇÒ ÏåäÔæä ÏÑãیÇÏ äËÇÑÊ ãی ˜ää ! ÍÇáÇ ãیÎæÇی ÎÏÇÏÇÏ ÚÒیÒی ÈÇ äãÑå ãÔåÏ 11 ÈÇÔی¡ ãیÎæÇی Úáی ÏÇیی ÈÇ äãÑå ÇÑÏÈیá 99 åÑ ˜ی ãیÎæÇی ÈÇÔی ÈÇÔ.
ãیÑی ÔیÑÇÒ ÈÏÊÑ ÇÒ åãå¡ ÈÇ äÇÑäÌ äÑÓیÏå æ ãیæå ˜ÇÌ ÍÇáی ÇÒÊ ãی ?یÑä ˜å یÇÏÊ ÈÑå ÈÇÈÇ ÊÎÊ ÌãÔیÏ Êæ Çیä ÎØå ÇÓÊ æ ÇÕáÇ Ïی?Ñ ÍÇá äÏÇÔÊå ÈÇÔی È?ی ÎæÔÇ ÔیÑÇÒ æ æÕÝ Èی ãËÇáÔ æ ÇÒ Çیä Èå ÈÚÏ ãی?ی ÇãÇä ÇÒ ÔیÑÇÒ æ ÈÚÏ Èی ãËÇáÔ !!
ãیÑی ÇåæÇÒ ˜å ä?æ. ÝæÔ ãی Ïی ¿ Êیã ãæ Ñæ ãی ÎæÇی ÈÒäی ¿! Çیä یÚäی ?ÇیÇä ÒäÏ?ی ÏÑ ÚÔیÑå æ یÚäی Çیä˜å ÍÊی Ç?Ñ äÇÕÑ ÍÌÇÒی åã ÈÇÔی ÈÚÏ ی˜ ÝÕá ÏÑ ãیÑی ! ãیÇی ÂÈÇÏÇä ÈÏÊÑ ãی Ôå ˜å ÈåÊÑ äãی Ôå. ÈÇÈÇ یÇÑæ ÇæãÏå ãÓÇÈÞå ÈÏå ÈÇ ÂÌÑ ãی Òää Êæ ãÎÔ ÈÚÏã ãی ÎäÏäÏ ÈåÔ ãی ?ä : ÊåÑæä åãیäÌæÑی ˜ÑÏیä¡ ãÇ ÏÇÑیã ãی ˜äیã !
ی˜ی äیÓÊ È?å ÈäÏå ÎÏÇ ÊåÑæä ÊãÇÔÇ?ÑÇÔ ÌÑÇÊ äÏÇÑä ÇÒ ÊÝÍÕ ÇÓÝá ÇáÓÇÝáیä ÊÑیä äÞÇØ ÈÏäÔæä ÇÓÊÇÏیæã ÈیÇä !! ÈÚÏ Êæ ãی?ی Êæ ÊåÑæä ?äیä æ ?äÇä ˜ÑÏäÏ.
ÎáÇÕå ãیÇی ÇÒ ÏÑ ÇÑæãیå ÈÑی Êæ ی˜ ÏÝÚå ی˜ی ãی ?ÑÓå : äÌæÑ Óä ¿! ãی ãæäی ?ی È?ی ¿ È?ã ÎæÈã ˜å ÈáÇیی Èå ÓÑã ãیÇÑä ˜å ÈÑã Ïی?å ÈÑ ä?ÑÏã ! È?ã ÈÏã ãی?ä Çیäã ÇÒ ÝÇãیáÇی . . . . !! ?Ó ÈåÊÑå È?ã ÇÒ ÝÏÇÑÓیæä äÇÔäæÇیÇä ÂãÏã æ äãی Ôäæã.
ÇÒ ?یáÇä æ ãÇÒäÏÑÇä ˜å åã ÈåÊÑå ÏÑ ÍæÒå ÈÇÊáÇÞ ÍÑÝ ÈÒäیã. Êیæ? æ ØäÇÝ æ ãیá ?Ñ?ã ÇÓÊÇÏیæã åã ?Çåی ˜ÝÇÝ ÛÑÞ ÔÏä Ñæ äãی Ïå ! ÍÇáÇ ÈÈیäیÏ ?å ÈÓÇØیå !
ÎæÈ ! æÞÊی Èå ÓÑ ÊÇ ?Çی Çیä æÑÒÔ ?äÏ ãیáیÇÑÏی ˜å ÇäÏÇÒå ?یÓÊ ÌåÇäی ÝÑãæá ی˜ ÈÍÑیä ÇÑÒÔ äÏÇÑÏ¡ æáی ÇäÏÇÒå Ïå ÊÇ ˜ÔæÑ ÂÓیÇیی ( ãÚáæã äیÓÊ ?å ÌæÑی ) ãÏÇá ãی ÂæÑÏ æ åãیÔå åã ÈÇ ÔÇÎ æ Ôæäå ÎæÏãæä æ Êæ åãå ?یÒ ÞåÑãÇä ãی Ïæäیã¡ ?å ãی ÔæÏ ?ÝÊ ¿ ãی ÊæÇä ÔÑÇیØ ãÓÇÚÏ ?یÏÇ ˜ÑÏ !
یÇÏã äãی Ñå æÞÊی ÂÑی åÇä ÈÑÇی ÊÕÏی ?ÓÊ ÓÑãÑÈی?Ñی Êیã ãáی Èå ÇیÑÇä ÂãÏ ÈÇ æÇäÊ ?ی˜Çä ãÏá 49 ˜å ÏÑåÇیÔ ÎÑÇÈ ÈæÏ ÏÑ ÒãÓÊÇä ÈÎÇÑی äÏÇÔÊ æ ی˜ ?ی˜ äی˜ی ÈÑÇی ?Ñã ˜ÑÏäÔ ÏÑ ÒیÑ ?Çی ÑÇääÏå ÊÚÈیå ÔÏå ÈæÏ. ÈÑÏäÔ ÓÑ ÊãÑیä¡ äÔæäÏäÔ ?ÔÊ ãیÒ ÍáÈی ÏÑæیÔ !! ÈÚÏã Ìáæی ?ÔãÔ ?Çی ǘÈÑ یæÓÝی ˜å Èå یæÓÝی ÊÑǘÊæÑ ãÚÑæÝ ÈæÏ¡ ÏÑ ی˜ی ÇÒ ÕÏ ?Çáå Òãیä ÔãÇÑå 2 ˜å ?Çی ÈÒ ÊæÔ ?ی? ãی ÎæÑå¡ ÎæÑÏ æ Îǘ ÔیÑ ÔÏ. ÈÚÏã ÈÑÇی ?ÐیÑÇیی ی˜ ÔیÔå äæÔÇÈå Óå ÈÇÑ Ïåäی ÔÏå Ñæ ?ÐÇÔÊä ÌáæÔ! ÇÒ ÒæÑ ÝÔÇÑ ÔÈ åãæä ÑæÒ ÇÓåÇá ?ÑÝÊ æ ÈåÇäå ˜ÑÏ ÏÓÊ ?ÓÑã Ô˜ÓÊå æ ÏãÔ ?ÐÇÔÊ Ñæی ˜æáÔ æ ÝÑÇÑ ˜ÑÏ. ÍÇáÇ ÊæÞÚ ?ی ÏÇÑیã ¿! ÏæÈÇÑå åãæä ÈÓÇØ ÏÑ Çیä Ïæ ÓÇáå ÑÇå ÇÝÊÇÏå ÇÓÊ æ ˜ÇÑی ÇÒ ˜Óی ÈÑäãی ÂیÏ ÈÏÊÑ Çیä ˜å ÈÇÒåã ÓÇá ÞÈá Çáã?ی˜ !
Çی ÈÑ Çیä ÔÇäÓ áÚäÊ ! ÈÇÒã ÓÇá ÞÈá ÇÒ Çáã?ی˜.
ÇÕáÇ ?æیی ˜Óی ˜ÇÑی Èå ÌÇÈÑ ÓÇáã æ æÖÚیÊ ãÈåã æی ÏÑ Çáã?ی˜ ÈÑÇی ÑÞÇÈÊ ÈÇ ÑÖÇÒÇÏå äÏÇÑÏ¡ ?æیی ʘæÇäÏæ æ ˜ÇÑÇÊå æ ˜ÔÊی äÈÇیÏ ãÏÇá È?یÑäÏ æ ÇáÈÊå ˜å ÍÐÝ ÔÏä ÇÒ ÏÇیÑå ÍÖæÑ ÏÑ ÝæÊÈÇá Çáã?ی˜ ÝÇÌÚå äیÓÊ. ?æä æÞÊی ãی ÊæÇäیã ÏÑ Òãیä Îǘی åÇی ?æÏ ÔåÑÒÇÏ ÊیÛی ÈÇ È?å åÇی ˜یÇä ÔåÑ ÝæÊÈÇá ÒÏ¡ Èی˜ÇÑیã ÈÑیã Çáã?ی˜ !
ÂäæÞÊ È?å åÇی Êیã ãáی ÑÇ Èå åÒÇÑ ?äÇå ãی äÏÇÒیã ! ÂÎå ãی ?ä یæäÇä ÇÒ ÞÇäæä ÍÏÇÞá áÈÇÓ ( ÔãÇ ÈÎæÇäیÏ Bikini) ÊÇÈÚیÊ äãی ˜äÏ æ ÎáÇیÞ ãی ÊæÇääÏ ãËá ÂÛÇÒ ÚÕÑ ÒäÏ?ی ÈÔÑ Ñæی Òãیä Îǘی ÇÓÊÑی?¡ ÇÓÊÑی? ÏÑ Òãیä æ åæÇ ÑÇå ÈÑæäÏ.
ÍÇáÇ ÔãÇ ÈÇÔی یå ãÔÈ ÈÇÒی˜ä ÚÐÈ æ ãی ÈÑی Çáã?ی˜ ˜å Ïæ Êی˜å æ ی˜ Êی˜å æ ÇÕáÇ Èی Êی˜å ÈÈیääÏ ! äå ÏÇÔã ÇیäÌæÑی äãی Ôå¡ ÍÐÝ ÔÏیã ÚیÈی äÏÇÑå ÝÇÌÚå äیÓÊ. åÑ ˜ی ÇÒ ÎæäÔ ãی Ôیäå ÝæÊÈÇá ãی Èیäå. åÑ ˜ی åã ÍÑÝ ÏÇÑå ÂÏÑÓ ããÏی ãæÌæÏ ÇÓÊ ÈÑå ˜Ê˜Ô æ ÈÎæÑå äæäÔ ÈÏå ÏÓÊÔ ÈیÇÏ ÓÑ ÒäÏ?یÔ ! Óی ?ی ÇÕáÇ Çیä ãÑÏãæ ÍÑÝ ãی Òää ! ÝæÊÈÇáæ یÚäی ?ی ¿!
ÇãÇ ÚیÈ äÏÇÑå Çی ÌãÇÚÊ ÓÇÏå ÈÒäیÏ Êæ ÓÑ åã ÂÌÑ ÎæÑÏ ˜äیÏ Êæ ãáÇÌ æ åã ÊæÕیå È?یÑیÏ ÈÑÇی åÑ ˜ÇÑی æ åÑ ÈÇÑی !
æáی åی? ˜ÇÑی äÏÇÔÊå ÈÇÔیÏ ˜å ãÊæáی Çیä åã ÈÏÈÎÊی æ ÈÒä ÈÒä ˜یå æ ?ÑÇ ÊÇ Ïæ ÓÇá ÞÈá Çیä ÞÏÑ æÑÒÔ ãÇ ÎÑ Êæ ÎÑ äÈæÏ ! ÇáÈÊå ÈáÇ äÓÈÊ ÂÏã åÇ. æáی ÈÇæÑ ˜äیÏ Çیä æÑÒÔ ÇÒ ÏæÑ Ïá ãی ÈÑå ÇÒ äÒÏی˜ Òåáå ! ÂÎå ã?å ãی Ôå Êæ Ïæ ÓÇá ÈáÇیی Èå ÓÑ Çیä æÑÒÔ ÈیÇÏ ˜å åãå Èå Ìæä åã ÈیÇÝÊäÏ. åãå ?یÒ Ñæ ÈÝÑæÔäÏ æ ی˜ ÏÓÊå ÂÏã Èی ÎÇÕیÊ ÈÇ ÈåÇäå ÓÑãÇیå ?ÐÇÑی ÔÎÕی æÇã åÇی ˜áÇä Èå ÌیÈ ÈÒääÏ æ ÈÑæäÏ ÏäÈÇá ÚÔÞ æ ÍÇáÔÇä! ÈÇÈÇ ÌÇä ÂÎÑ ÚÇÞÈÊ Çیä ˜ÇÑåÇ äÇÈæÏی æÑÒÔ ÊäåÇ ÓÑ?Ñãی ÓÇÏå Çیä åãå ÌæÇä æ äæÌæÇä ÇÓÊ¡ Êæ Ñæ ÎÏÇ ÍæÇÓÊæä æ ÌãÚ ˜äیÏ !
?æá Çیä ÈÇÒی åÇ Ñæ äÎæÑیÏ. ?ÑÇ ÇÞæÇã ãÎÊáÝ Èå Ìæä åã ÇÝÊÇÏä ¿ ãÇ åãå ÇیÑÇäی åÓÊیã æ ÞáÈãæä ÈÑÇی æØäãæä ãی Ø?Ï ! ?Ó ÈÇÒی?å ˜ÓÇäی ÑÇ äÎæÑیã ˜å ͘ã ÌÇäی ÏÇáÑ ÈÑÇی æÑÒÔ ÇیÑÇä ÏÇÑäÏ !! ÈåæÔ ÈÇÔیã !

There Are A Million Things...

That I can say about this right now.
But no man, no matter how verbose -
Can properly explain it.

Enjoy?

Dear, Mr. Daylight Savings...

I take back all of the bad things that I said about you. I'm sorry. I DO appreciate it still being light outside after taking a post work nap. So...I hope all is well with you, and I just wanted to let you know that I apologize, okay?

And I'm sorry for calling your mother a whore.

Goodbye.

Kashyyyk...



I walked past the comic book store after work today and saw a poster for a comic called Teen Titans Go! It's kind of like a superhero team for the Power Puff Girls age bracket. Anyway, the slogan of the cartoony version of The Teen Titans is Truth. Justice...Pizza. That got me to thinking about The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and how they were really into pizza. Then that got me thinking about how kids go apeshit over pizza. That got me thinking about that baseball game when I was young, and how my father told me that if I caught a flyball - then he'd take us all out for pizza. I fucked up two very important ones, one sailed over my head, and I dropped the next. Then my older brother punched me in the arm and called me an asshole. That got me to thinking how I build up how I want pizza in my head for weeks, order one, and then only eat two pieces. Only the Italians have a right to go apeshit over pizza. They created it. But they're also responsible for Tony Danza too, so fuck em'. I hate advertising that feeds the fuel of American fatties. I hope they put a bomb in your pizza next time. All this because of pizza. I hate you, pizza. Piss off.

This Is All For Now...

I'm Rick James, Bitch!

Thank You.

The Kids Of Widney High...



Life Without the Cow

Life without the cow, no more milk and cheese
No more New York steak, no more fertilizer

No more BBQ, no more leather shoes
No more butter on biscuits, no more Ben and Jerry's

But there is a cow, I see 'em every day
I seem 'em from the freeway in California
I can't stand my life without the cow

Life without the cow, nor more cottage cheese
No more hamburgesas, cowgirls or cowboys

No more saying "Mooo", no more "Cow and Chicken"
No more frozen yogurt, no more big brown eyes
(Chorus)

Brahman Bull, Caucasian, Guernsey, Black Angus, Beefalo, Belted Galloway, Brown Swiss, Jersey, Corinthian Blonde, Texas Longhorn, Jamaica Red, Florida Cracker
(Chorus)
(Solo over verse)
(Chorus)2x

Mortimer Mouse...

Early in the morning, while working on The Great American Novel, I went outside to smoke a cigarette, and found a dead rat that the outside cat left for me on the doormat. I rolled it up in the mat and then tried to fling it into the bushes, but it sailed over them and landed on the neighbor's driveway with a splat. Then I went back inside and ate Mexican food.

rat
that
cat
doormat
splat