festering bloody nipple pinwheel action

i'm back from the dead and ready to party with the living again.
sure, my corpse isn't looking so pretty these days, but fuck it...at least i still have nostrils.
and harry nostrum hasn't beat me up yet today.

i just returned from a whirlwind weekend in detroit, where the girls are looking prettier than ever and the boys are more aggro than ever.
so fuck that aggro shit, yo. it's about the benjamins. or at least, benji, the dog.

i was angry that evening, friday evening to be specific, in which i yelled at the manager of red robin. but she had it coming. plus i was cranky, tired, grouchy, forcefieldless and without terrordome at my command. plus i hadn't slept much in the previous couple of weeks.
up the academy, as they say in america.
though i live in america, i come from a land downunda...cheese.

fromage, for the times of your life.

i met a girl named gemmie yesterday on the plane. she lived in reading, california. she was nice, though her parents are in hong kong attempting to avoid the war, which is troubling for spicy sauces.

i sing the body electric.

don't turn that frown upside down.
leave diana ross out of this too.
bitch, that she is, and i want to go to Inkster to ink up some new talent.

bludgeon that gopher. he's getting in the way of progress.

more later on these important developments, but first a message from Ovaltine, which really helps keep the spirits up in times of trouble, neglect, heartache and poonache.

let that band-aid be a lesson to you.

shovel crunt,

peeeno

don't forget to exfoliate the cabin
leave that skin in my mouth bitch
violin heat and king herod don't mix, especially when caesar augustus gets involved.

augustus! save some room for later!

hinkies,

sexy�lady�you�set�my�body�on�fire.
literally.
i�have�the�scars.
you�got�my�body�hot�girl.
make�my�dreams�a�reality
sexy�sexy�lady.
sexy�lady.
did�you�know�byrne�said�he�didn't�realize�how�raunchy�tina�was?
he�was�most�impressed,�for�a�byrne.
channel�your�ass�into�your�face�and�enjoy�chicken�again.
like�we�always�do�about�this�time
yeahh
sexy�yams
you�set�my�legwarmers�on�fire.
oh�baby
suckle�it.
give�me�love
hate,
cherish the cabin

let me kiss your lips
not the ones on your face.

jahwah bless quiet riot.

god is great!

jehovah's witnesses make such interesting pets.
such a tangled web we weave.
spider-man sucked my elephant's trunk.
wholly moses!
dudley moore is dead.
so much for "six weeks."
at least he died painfully.
nobody wants to die peacefully.

me, my eyes are going to be punctured out by a kitty and then i'll be savagely skinned alive because of a dispute over a parking spot.
should be gravy.
luckily, i'm a robot or that would all REALLY suck.

uranus is a good planet.
fuck neptune.

the new bay guardian has bush on the cover.
i repeat, there is bush.
i can see HAIR!!! oh my gawd!
and it's not the hair on her head.
it's the hair between her

underarms.

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

walking up the surprisingly steep (it doesn't look like it) hill that is the tiny alleyway/street next to our building on osgood place, i just noticed the same black gentleman that is always sleeping in the same doorway. he seems to have found a really cool place to hang his hat. at least the people aren't assholes and making him move.

anyway, i was expecting the wave of b.o. but i didn't get it. at least, not right away.

there was a delayed stench.

very odd.

before that, while walking back from this exhibit at 1 market on 9/11 (lifesize portraits of people that helped out at the scene or had a firefighting relative or other type of helper person, taken with this giant polaroid-like film - it was quite intense and well worth seeing) and thinking about all the shit that happened with that, i hear this guy totally wailing on his horn and i come up and see that the guy is a taxi driver . then i see this woman walking toward me (on sansome, i believe) coming out of a law firm hurriedly. she gets into her big suv, which is blocking the taxi driver in this alleyway and he's like "are you deaf? what the fuck took you so long? let's move along!" and she's all apologetic and shit...so he's still yelling and she moves the car by turning onto sansome and pulls into a spot.
meanwhile the taxi has pulled up alongside her and is continuing to deride her. i was like "jesus dude, chill the fuck out."
funny thing was he didn't even have a fare. he was by himself.
like chill the fuck out yo.

just made me think back to how humanity can be so loving and caring toward others and then be so damn callous, rude and mean.
why are we so mean to each other? what is wrong with us? just idealistic bullshit running through my mind when i should be doing my work.
but damn, this is important.
i also have an email i sent to mikey earlier today that i need to snag before i forget, talking about nakedness and stuff and humanity.
more idealistic fun.

oh and yesh, i still have to tell about me little run-in with indie boy.

but later.
more work work work
yo.
annum

love,
satanic deadweight

back when i was dead, i used to call people out when they stunk.
i can't do that anymore, now that i'm alive.

are you a monkey?

yeah, i didn't include the shoving sequence but i twill.
too much work to be done.

you're the man now dog.

from "finding forrester." yay.

there was an earthquake last night. i did not feel it. dammit.
pudgy works.