Tuesday, December 30, 2003


Why you gotta be like that? oh, hi, I was just channeling fred durst. Please don’t ask why. It’s embaressing. I should say, actually, I was chanelling, um, that guy from Gwar, the really hardcore one, with like the puke all shooting out of his ear. Yeah that guy. Basically I was chanelling the most hardcore person you could think of BUT a secret x-ray came in here and transcribed it over to fred durst. Capiche? Bueno.

I’ve got some pretty serious stuff I need to take care of today, and 7th and 8th on the list respectively are feed the chickens and milk the bulls. Oh yeah the chickens I gotta collect their eggs too and test them for the ebola virus. And shit, those fricken bulls never want to release their milk until you’ve played with that damn udder for what seems like eons.

Yeah old joke but what can you do. Prolly 83 movies have used that one, just pour this round on top of the pile and call my agent if there are any problems. His number is 976-PHUK. Just make up the area code, it’s a national listing, you’ll get him. I must warn you however he works some strange hours, so good luck and happy hunting.

There is always a weak section of every piece of writing and you are finding that section herein, and therein, and over therein, by the trashbin. Mahalo. Does being a lazy pile preclude one from delusions of grandeur, or at the least visions of melodrama? C’mon, you know the story, don’t be coy, it’s a long beach thing, right? Not inherently lbc as in location vis a vis geography but as in a mindset. As in representation must be represented, with or without an authorized voice on the board. Fuck the board. The board ain’t never done nothing for nobody that didn’t fall in line with their own nefarious interests, so don’t go counting your, um, dandelions, before they’ve, um, been blown to bits by a passing breeze.