whodunnit?

who built the pyramids?

sodomize his corpse!

on the edge of the commons. yes.

a speck of something

i just posted a draft from march.
today last year, i ate cereal with my brother.
today this year, the sky is pissing the ocean down, and i'm hungry for a rich treat that i won't taste.

76% metal!

I am 76% Metal Head.

I was born with the mark of the beast on my forehead and an axe in my arms. I am the god of all things metal! Now if only I could get my parents to give me back my car keys.....

Take the
Metal Head Test
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a)

randomly happy days are much more difficult to write about-- especially when half asleep.

6.6.06. satan says: eat babies

two sexy glistening shirtless men with weapons

cake!

i like cake a lot. this weekend i got cake two days in a row, and it was fucking fabulous. this cake was the first one. i was at the polish fest dessert counter trying to decide which dessert looked like it would mix best with smirnoff and bowels when this jovial chap showed up suddenly with this pan of cake. he said he made it himself. he claimed it was the best one there. so with that kind of promotion, his was the cake i tried. and it was incredible. so i went back to tell him just how much i loved his cake. "i told you so," he said, knowingly. "and i would never lie to you." and i told him that i knew he wouldn't. i mean look at him: he's either truly not a liar, or too drunk to know he's lying. but it was fucking ridiculous cake. "what kind of cake is it? what's it called?" i asked him.
he shrugs, offering his answer,"cake!"