people want me to look at them when they behave.
i say fuck that shit.
they are in big trouble.
i had an interesting walk from north beach to embarcadero bart thursday night. it was fine.
friday i was sicker than a brick wall in afghanistan.
except i'm in brooklyn without the makeup.
kevin aucoin is waiting for me in heaven.
i'm listening to fischerspooner right now.
kevin aucoin would probably be shaking my willy now if he could.
but willie brown doesn't know shit.
although i just remembered one thing. willie brown, the man who leads san francisco against the bearers of doom and darkness in this topsy turvy world we call Shatternom, recently said that there are too many newspapers in the city. now i realize he's anti newspaper, something for the guardian always to get in a tizzy about, but fuck, there ARE newspapers flying around everywhere. there are indiscriminate boxes on every fucking corner of the city. do they really need THAT many boxes?
i'm certainly not for clear channel, fuckstains that they are and should die in horrible chemical bombing in which their flesh is eaten super slowly over five days, in which the victim is forced to live until his heart explodes in a burst of energy not unlike firecrackers and crackers alike.
so speak softly and carry a glass of vitamin c. i'm waiting for gushman.
but wouldn't that be cool, for people's skin to be eaten? i know i would like it.
people may say i'm being gross right now and may use this testimony against me in a court of law, but how am i any different than the fuckchimps at enron. they should be disemboweled and then set on fire in a grassy field in pakistan, then allow the locals to get a hold of them.
that should be the real punishment for enron execs. i shat down their carcass necka ss.

people may say i'm sick, and maybe they're not right, for they are fucking stupid, so unless you listen to america, it's time you woke up and realized bacon bits are not the things you think they are.
so there, titan foods, go and be hungry. you are not the paperback writers you say you are.

love cookies elemental p, and jenga,

plastic man representing for all the polymer downtrodden