Friday, April 14, 2006

It's Friday, you silly willy!

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

Yeah, so what i heard someone getting fingered in a refrigerator box next to me

Okay. So. What.

Recently, I opened up my heart and poured it into a heart shaped tin and baked it at 365*F (if you thought that was going to be 365*C, then you have a problem being retarded) and out came a sweet charitable moment for me. I'm participating for the second year in the MS Society Walk, the first is NYC. And whenever I would send a thing to people to donate to me, they thought I was joking. That's what people think of me? That I would mock the MS Walk... I might...but seriously...what is this...? Camelot?

Well, who fucking cares. See my page for yourself. It's the puppy isn't it. Goddamnit puppy. I should have listened to that SINE CURVE!

One time the Discovery Channel turned into a pheasant...

Tuesday, April 11, 2006

Commentary from a guy who thinks he's actually a train and not human.

I'm going to be late.

Monday, April 10, 2006

Cannibal Corpse Lyric of the Day

(Cannibal Corpse is a death-metal band from Buffalo, N.Y. I'm pretty sure everything they touch turns to gold...then to fire...then to a gold/fire hybrid material that makes human beings morph into giant furry rainbows as soon as they look at it. Cannibal Corpse's latest album, "Kill," came out last month and was praised by a host of publications. An article in Vampire Magazine, for instance, stated that on the new release "the band sounds tighter and more aggressive than ever before, adding more venom to their already brutal style." Venom! Yes!!)

Today's lyric comes from the song "Force Fed Broken Glass"
Blood gushes
Glandular eruption
Blistered skin secretion
Wounds too deep to heal
In me

Indeed, Cannibal Corpse. We all have wounds too deep to heal. We all do.