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06/27/02
 Pictured
is one of those fruit eating shit-bats that thrive in my neighborhood.
They're plumage is a brilliant emerald green, but, asshole that I am, I
had the camera set to sepia. Crap.
This isn't an update; it's a promise for renewed vigor come July and a new picture gallery including all sorts of shots from the June trip to Madison and E.C. I'm off to bare witness to Tommy Lee at the House of Blues this evening and if there're any tales to tell from that experience be assured you'll find them here. In the meantime, I've updated the MTV page with some pictures from their May 25th show at the Angry Girl T-Shirt Warehouse. Salud. 06/08/02 Here's how it is fruitcake: I've moved across town, bashed the back of my own head into the floor, lost my primary computer due to a defective mother(fucking) board, drank gallons of anything to deal with all the misery and stress and now I sit here typing and looking up at the wild parrots hanging out on the telephone line (Yes, wild, squawking parrots - the descendants of imprisoned parrot escapees). There are more reasons why this site hasn't been updated for over a month but due to my mild concussion I can't currently come up with any of those reasons since that severe blow to my skull seemed to have triggered the already overactive class awareness portion of my brain and I'm preoccupied with fantasies of feeding the aristocracy living up in the hills their own pets' genitalia (and then vice versa). Come the revolution, even the pampered lesser animals are going down. Once my computer and I are feeling better (i.e., less violent and broken) I'll have pictures of parrots and the horrifying disregard for sanitation and various infestations that came with the new house. If the last tenants didn't have both leprosy and the plague, then they were some sort of breed of unforeseeable UberNietschian supermen. They lived in a degrading level of filth that makes me shudder in cold cornered rat like terror (with apologies to rats who maintain higher degrees of anti-bacterial cleanliness than the part-time humans who previously occupied this reclaimed septic tank). So, what now? I wait for the computer to return, my head to heal, the roaches to die and those noisy winged bags of fruity shit to get their feathery avian butts off of my phone line. |
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