Posted 12:46 AM by Alfred

Yup, well, sittin at the computer, drinkin’ coffee. Ayyup. Suckin on that crackalackin French roast, strait imbibing, nah mean?

muscle68 is like, deeper than atlantis.

Whoah, saw the new chainsaw massacre movie. Quote from me to myself walking out of theatre on way to car: “damn, that was some shit.”

And it was. In a good way, or in the fashion of that, well, fuck, some fucked up shit in there, ferreal.

Got me thinking on the psychology of horror. The key to a good horror flick is selling the idea that the victims have no viable way to get out of the shitstorm they’ve inevitably stumbled into, and it has to not look too retarded that they are in the jacked up situation that they’re in in the first place. There has to be a viable progression of circumstances that put them into the peril which serves as the payoff ie splatter central. does that make any sense?

That haunted mansion movie with eddie Murphy looks fucking retarded. Eddie NEEDS to fucking stop swinging from the collective nutsacks of the powers that be in big media pop culture and get into the fucking lab, and give us another raw, another delirious, some hardcore shit. C’mon eddie, I KNOW you got it in you. You’re probably writing that shit in notebooks late in the nite after the wife and kids have drifted off into dreamland, comin up with the real strait fucked up shit, but thinking’ “nah, nah, I can’t come with this shit now, I’m fukn respected, I’m mainstream, I gotta pay for that fukn summer house in the Carribean, fukn…"

No excuses eddie, get with the PG and give us what we want. Or at least stop pullin these Pluto nash or whatever the fuck shit you’re doing now, cuz it ain’t flyin.

Started reading Naked Lunch. Shit is off the chain, that mofo wasn’t salting his shit down for nobody. They had a frikken trial over that shit, fukn Ginsberg and Mailer coming in to testify, callin Burroughs a strait up genius, well, not in so many words, but ya know, comin from tha comp it’s like that, it’s real, shit ain’t filtered, notwithstanding implications vis a vis free speech and repercussions for artists poets gangstas prophets.

It’s 9:30 up in this bizzle. Mrs. P is studying like a state trooper in that she’s got 2, count em, midterms on Monday. I’m layin low and typin a bunch of crap for you to read at your leisure, sippin on syrup, maybe I’ll flip through time magazine a little later if the block really starts getting hot.

I think that’s about it for now.

Oh and fukn Cal lost in overtime to UCLA.

Weak. They did have a pretty exciting comeback drive to at least get it into extra innings though. Hey speaking of which, I didn’t even see who won the yanks fish game today.

And, actually, my caring factor is about a 2 out of 10. As in, I will check it, but only after 33 astro medallions have floated by on the river, bearing in mind that common frequency is roughly a kangaroo’s pouch load per hour.

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