it's always better to get even than angry.
SMILE, YOU'RE AT MISTER SMILEY'S!
i'm a bundle of contradictions.
& i watch too many movies.
that is all.
i've come to the conclusion that i have to help you maggots. so, being the soul i am, i've laid out a plan for which you can live your life by. simple little lessons that any failure of social ambitions can understand. that's right, even you!
lesson number one. the human subject, as processed through a vehicle, must first be turned into an image by means of its own serial logic. thus, there is no independently real person. he or she is that image.
lesson number two. the attitude of refusing to be spoken to by seizing the right to speak challenges the institutional premises of the re-evalutation of the human sciences. thus; fearing to aggravate the argument.
lesson number three. and finally, the effort to escape the mapping of form and beauty into a representation of exorcised ghosts by way of fluid visibility of boundaries eroded by direct participation into a work of art is, in fact, a substitute for the revolution.
are you with me?
i like people who joke,
& i am almost never serious.
i have got a ten-inch penis, use your mouth if you wanna clean it.
violence makes me wet. :)
"when i see a pretty girl walking down the street, i think two things: one part of me wants to take her home, be real nice and treat her right; the other part wonders what her head would look like on a stick."
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to the people i love most, those also sick enough to love me in return...
my metaphorically conjoined twin sister, daisy caroline. she has the prettiest voice and makes the best birthday cards ever. i like to run up my phone bill with her, and make fun of the people we hate. :)
my mother. as if allowing me to invade her body for nine months and then pushing me out her vagina weren't enough, she also puts up with my endless movie-quoting and chewing on her whenever i get the chance. we enjoy watching south park and nip/tuck together, and eating chocolate.
my cousin, angie. same as my mother, she is my family and my friend. favourite pasttimes of ours include drinking strawberry vodka at the relay station, peeing in odd places, playing bartender with our friends, and smoking pot everywhere we go. ps- if you don't already know, angie and myself are big believers in the theory that blood is thicker than water. talk shit about one of us or anyone else in our family when we're around, and we will hurt you. well, she might hurt you. i will scream at you. and i can scream really loud. :)
my mental hospital roommate, clara. i probably have more memories with her than anyone else who isn't related to me because we lived together in a rather unique environment. we shared one of the two rooms closest to the door we went through to go to the cafeteria on the south side of floor 2 at rogers memorial hospital in the summer of 2006. our activities there included watching smuggled south park dvds on a laptop borrowed from another resident in our closet, her pouring salt on my shoulder at meals, me stealing her electric toothbrush to masturbate with, and having cyclops fights. we'll meet again, don't know where, don't know when.
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