As the pestilence moon scatters its disease around the dead ghost town, delusional and rabid men and woman alike gather around the deep pit from which the blood did pour. The air, it burns my fragile ear holes so a child is shoved down to cure my aliment. GOD bless her. My hands, they are dirty. Wash them in red bodily fluids. They grow crusted and dry. Feels good. Take a deep breath. Inhale the... » Continue Reading
Don't go treating them like they're some goddamn genius, no matter how cool they are. That's how you make them feel stupid. I hate it when people call me anything of the sort and then give some over analysis, not because it's true, but because they want to say something. A simple "hi" or "how are you" should do just fine. I feel bad for talking about Lonesome like he's some god. Feels a bit rude. » Continue Reading
I accidentally left in my Twin Peaks CD and it suddenly started playing, despite the CD being over and not played for at least a day. Spooky stuff. » Continue Reading
Some dude was passed out, from overdosing, on the sidewalk today. One of the firetrucks ran over a bluejay. Poor fella. There were also some lesbians making out in public too. I dreamt that Those Poor Bastards was holding an event at a really nice hotel that had really shitty staff. The Minister was wandering around, trying to figure out where to go and everyone kept following him, singing Glory A... » Continue Reading
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