MURDER!  I have my own shitty ass website now!  Let the ichor flow and the tongue waggins be many.  Tony helped me a bit as I have said before, simply because this computer business is rather new to me.  Being that I essentially live in a ramshackle tin shed and eat the things that crawl out from under my toenails, I deem this site to be the greatest achievement I have ever been a part of in my life period.  On the other hand, I did pee on this guy's head at a show once.  BUT THAT IS NEITHER HERE NOR THERE. 

Rather than trying to be witty, which at this point is nigh on impossible...  I'm going to yell about this kid I don't like.

You ever have one of these kids in your classes?

-->Here's an impersonation, it's funnier if you picture him/her naked

'Hi, I'm a belligerent jackass.  I feel the need to walk into class every day ten minutes late because I am a rebel without a cause.  In fact, when people say James Dean, I have a visible orgasm and pass out on the floor.  I don't wear shoes.  Why not you ask?  Because it's the shoes that are keepin us down mmaaaaaaannnn.  I like to be one with the earth, to touch mother nature in all of her many g-spots with my little piggies.  More importantly, I LIKE GLASS EMBEDDED IN MY FEET.  IT FEELS ANGUISHALISCIOUS!  I also find that having black feet means that I never have to buy dress shoes (ed note... I don't own any dress shoes either...), or deodorant, or pants.  In fact, I like being half naked everytime you see me.  Don't worry, I'm not attractive, but I am intimidating.  Here let me brush my nipples up against your head as I walk by because I spent all morning cramming bean curd into my fucking huge ass beer belly.  I feel the need to reinforce the fact that we are living in a police state and we need anarchy.  I have never read any anarchist literature in my life.  I spend time thinking that anarchy means having sex with lots of 'chicks' and doing drugs all day.  Dude we don't need politics, we just need to light some plants on fire and breathe in the smoke.  It opens your mind man.  When I'm not talking about the police state and all the protests I know about BUT NEVER GO TO OR PARTICIPATE IN, IN ANY WAY, I like to talk about this smoke.  In fact, it takes up so much of my life that I barely have time to pull my pants down when I take a shit.  Half the time I just leave it drooping in my designer courdoroys (that's hard to spell) which look sixteen lepers had an orgy ontop of them.  They must have been well paid lepers because I had to pay $120 for my pants, and I had to suck the janitor's cock.  Dude it's hip to be bisexual.  I have no identity so I just freely latch on to whomever says something moderately counter culture around me.  Please hit me in the crotch with a brick the next time you see me.

Whew.....