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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xJCZuxFiCj0 Billy Idol-Eyes Without A Face basically everything I could want in a rock and roll video. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JvkJsfK_is8 Billy Idol-Cradle Of Love Yes.

TV On The Radio- Wolf Like Me http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T_p9eNKUUJA King Diamond- Welcome Home Ramones- I Don't Want To Grow Up http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8rjyVF6a4xo Venetian Snares-Szamar Madar http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aIWKgQjRxTg Guns N Roses- Patience http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fuTG1n1hzSA The Seeds-Pushin Too Hard http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BTlxAifBVT4 Geto Boys- Six Feet Deep http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oi0SiUUiCUc Geto Boys- My Mind's Playin tricks On Me

the best part of smoking weed? being totally stoned to the max, dude. the worst part of not having weed? everything is way less amusing.

I think you are my new hero.

My sister-in-law's sister's boyfriend is named Superman. He is a negro. He has to show people his driver's license all the time to prove it is his real name. His parents must really hate black people. They made his life harder than it had to be.

I don't think so. But he has a beard, so he wins.

He has been doing this style of art since the mid-70's. I like things that aren't over-thought. And have a janky quality to them.

Re: Daniel Johnson Ben White that draws SnakePit comic worked there. He is more punk than you. I got a Geto Boys tape for a doller there once.

I appreciate. to the max, bro.

^^good video, guy. Also really excellent Austin crazy genius musician...Roky Erickson.

Re: Daniel Johnson ^^^ That place used to be a really radical record shop. The owner gave up on the scene and sold it to Baja Fresh. I never ate there. They went out of buisness. The citizens of Austin threw quite a fit when it was going to get painted over. It still remains. Yep. I was looking for videos of Daniel Johnson's music. Because it is crucial. But youtube doesn't have what it takes when it comes to being awesome.

Re: Daniel Johnson No, I get my kicks by hugging kittens and kissing handsome dudes on the mouth.

Re: Daniel Johnson I would anally rape a nun with a broken beer bottle for Daniel Johnson to do a portrait of me. He is a genius.

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When I was 11 or 12 and my mom thought she could make me stop smoking cigarettes, she duct taped my hand to the kitchen table and made me chain smoke a pack of cigarettes. With each drag, she would smack my hand with a wooden cooking spoon. About six or seven dudes I skated with were in my living room, watching on and laughing. It was cool until about cigarette seven when I started getting ill. Then I started crying. Then I vomited all over the kitchen floor. My friends laughed and laughed. I didn't think it was funny. And never bought my mom wooden kitchen spoons as a reminder. Instead I make her pay for my cigarettes now and every so often bring up what a failure she was at raising me right.

When my mom would beat me she would tell me, "this is going to hurt me more than it is going to hurt you." She was so full of shit.

I was wanting to be a zombie kitten cheerleader. But my dude said it wouldn't work. So now I am going to be mustard. I was wanting to just wear my normal clothes. And then when people would attempt to guess what I was, I would get super offended and punch them in the throat. And be all like, "WTF nerd?!?!?!??! this ain't no costume, it's a way of life, nigger." But eh, I figure I can punch people in the soul if I am mustard too.

Dear guy, I read your first blabberings about bacon in the microwave. And it made me feel bad for automatically being a judgemental asshole and not liking you. Why you think you are so awesome that you can kill a sweet little pig just for a sandwich. and you disrespect this piggy by not even being able to deidcate the time to cooking the flesh properly, much less smoking, packaging, slaughtering and that shit. So I was like, fuk this dude. And then you are like, blah blah, Pixies. ANd then I am all like, oh well, give dude a chance. Then there were alot of words about shit I couldn't be bothered to read. So yeah dude, I am riding the fence about you.

I killed a rat yesterday. Little guy had his leg broke in the trap all night. Thrashing all around when I went to check the trap the next day. I shoveled him into a bucket of water. Then my sister-in-law placed a rag and a rock on top of the trap. Porr little guy had a horrible death. I cried. And felt bad for a long while. later on that night, tarantulas kept showing up creeping around the house. My brother caught and tossed outside four of them. then I smashed one in the door. My mother and brother both chastised me. Called me a killer asshole jerkbag loser fukface. Whatever. Wake the dragon, you's gonna get burned. I am a uncontrollable killing machine now. I am sorry your kitten died, dude. Maybe you should write a poem to fully express your grief.

You should clarify that when you say "sleep like a baby" you mean you will shit your pants and then cry all night for someone to hold you.

My brother is going to Las Vegas tomorrow to wed his girl of ten years. I think he was only down for the idea because PRIDE Fighting is having thier first American show this weekend and he knew he could slide that in there after the wedding. I didn't get invited to the bachelorette party. I was really looking forward to giving them the D.I.Y. divorce kit I bought them. My sister-in-law is a total jerkbag.

Worrying about AIDS is for Africans and homosexual men. Not me.

Back when I had friends, many of them worked in porn shops downtown. I would spend my days sitting behind the counter drinking 40's and chatting up the patrons. Offering my suggestions. Which were always the same no matter the customer. Always. toy=The Fist film-Buns N Roses book on tape="My Brother And I" accessory=pump-top bucket of Anal Lube I always felt like Queen For A Day when people would take my advice. But my initial point to all this was actually about the jerkoff booths. I used to clean them out a few times a day. For $5 a pop. We never had any gloves. Paper towels and disinfectant spray. And a willingness to do horrible tasks for minimal pay. That place probably gave me AIDS.