rolling down a hill in a barrel with the inside covered in razor-wire |
this weekend and then some... i've been in a stagnant state for quite some time...but now i feel i can truly express myself in one word, "bleh". ahh, i feel so alive. yesterday night i accidentally came across some child porn. ctrl w was my only way out. i've learned that Bill Hicks is god and makes Sam Kinnison look like shit. Me and my gf are having time problems. Animal cruelty is a good thing when a dog stares you down, while it crouches, squeezing its legs together and takes a shit loaf on the floor after it just pissed in the kitchen floor. Answer to problem, hog tie dog and rub its nuzzle in own feces, then take a towel and soak up doggie urine, wrapping towel around its face, choking with its own pee pee smell. Needless to say i only spanked the dog and threw him in the garage. Crystal wouldnt let me be vicious. I find its an attack on my person when someone stares me down while relieving themselves, human or not. I want to quit my band for no reason. I let jessi hear a song i created by myself a year and a half ago. She mistaked it for smashing pumpkins or poison the well. I was so impressed with the comment i was close to fowarding my aspirations as a one man band, but she quickly retorted with, "you know, we really need you. it wouldnt be flak without you." and then some doods earlier from another band were all like, "we want you to open up for us" and giving us all positive comments and blah blah blah. im just so tired of the rock and roll lifestyle. it hasnt even begun and i fucking cant stand the shit. i want PERFECTION! not compliments. i need to hear whats wrong...shit i do that already, all i hear is the mistakes...i hate me. but if it werent for me, this band wouldnt be good. so yeah. FUCK ME, i LOVE IT! that sounded bad... watch Camp Kill Yourself. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |