if you die when no one’s watching…

April 6th, 2012

the light houseon good friday, devoted and gun toting christians who have already snapped up firearms and ammo in preparation for the zombie apocalypse can fill their chapels, churches and stadiums in preparation for the annual commemoration of the three day death and forty day post mortem romp of what must be termed the only instance of a widely held belief of reanimation in the strictly lovecraftian sense, which begets the question, would a resurrected man shoot zombies?

death, hear me call your name…

March 20th, 2012

badgeoh what a day it is for democracy and the rule of law when an encouragement to the citizenry to shoot one another is at last legislated to numbingly obvious results…

“shelter me from the powder and the finger
cover me with the thought that pulled the trigger
think of me as one you’d never figured
would fade away so young
with so much left undone”

the future’s so bright i gotta wear shades…

March 20th, 2012

to dustnothing quite says 21st century american pop culture like dystopian future teenage literature…

as american as…

February 10th, 2012

bakedremember the good old days when the reason for killing someone involved something important like cheerleading and not a virtual personal ostracization? an’ good old a fashioned what the fuck to ‘defriending’…

all the lonely people…

February 10th, 2012

eyeimagine the depths of solitude one must experience to resort to a lonely appeal to a camera in search of something to lend an ear…er rather lens to their troubles.

watch your shit fall like rome…

August 2nd, 2011

bye
it’s a bird…not it’s a plane…it’s super congress! able to stop freedom in a single bound! the finances of the country reflect a banana republic so why shouldn’t the government as well?

a military industrial
illusion of democracy

suffer the children to come unto me…

March 29th, 2011

cook
…unless they are cancerous. what a refreshingly honest stance to take that liber commercium and the pecunium it generates is earthly and wordly more important than life! astounding that by surrendering to la dolce vita one becomes so comforted in their station that ameliorating the suffering of a child is far too jarring to a cushioned existence…or perhaps it is the unpublished gauche masses that do not understand the rigorous demands of whoring literature!

the west is the best…

November 3rd, 2010

republicanin a year of a republican tsunami, couldn’t there have been a glimmer of smoke that the future might be a whole lot kinder and hazier and maybe just a bit greener?

some insects called the human race…

September 30th, 2010

pollute“i’d like to share a revelation that i’ve had during my time here. it came to me when i tried to classify your species, and i realised that humans are not actually mammals. every mammal on this planet instinctively develops a natural equilibrium with the surrounding environment; but you humans do not. instead you multiply, and multiply, until every resource is consumed. the only way for you to survive is to spread to another area. there is another organism on this planet that follows the same pattern… a virus.”

an entertaining pleasantry, eh? mercifully just a bit of fanciful fictional posturing…right?

i drink so i can talk to assholes…

July 13th, 2010

jugsome drink and get sad. some drink and cry. some drink and get angry. some drink and say gay people take it up the ass. some drink and call police officers ’sugar tits’. some drink and assert the jews are responsible for all the wars in the world. some drink and beat their girlfriends because they ‘deserved’ it. some drink and claim they see a bitch in heat or a vegas whore. some drink and call the help ‘wetback’. some drink and bring up being ‘raped by a pack of niggers’. one guy does all of these but the first two…which is sad and can make you want to cry.