Sir Feit of Shoosz - ProfilesArchive

About Me

I don't get this joke. Is it ironic? Sardonic? Rife with sarcasm? Is it a pun, a play on words? Is it cheese-ball, or hair-pie? Maybe simple slapstick? Does it belong in the New Yorker, across from an article on global warming and warfare, or in Hustler faced opposite by a lovely lady packed with cock? Or maybe nestled in the back of a Toyfare, pantomimed by a few well placed plastic men? I don't know, I just don't get it. What I do get, however, is the feeling that if this joke doesn't kill me, I'll probably die laughing.

My Interests

All I want to do is climb over buildings and hide in shadows.

I'd like to meet:

Batman

My Blog

I'm sick of my AT field....

Our mothers give birth on the shore of an endless, murky swamp. The wan morning sun barely lights our mothers' features before we plop into the sludge headfirst. The water is opaque. We see ...
Posted by Sir Feit of Shoosz on Tue, 28 Feb 2006 03:40:00 PST

I Was a Teenage Murder Lover

The other day I bought some acid from Mushroom. I had never met Mushroom before, but he sold us ten for forty, which is cheaper than we can get it on campus. Later, we were in a Mexican restaurant in ...
Posted by Sir Feit of Shoosz on Thu, 01 Dec 2005 08:05:00 PST

Maui

I woke up this morning with what looked like about a million mosquito bite all over my lower stomach. I rubbed it gently to sooth the itching and to satisfy my curiosity. While I contemplated the poss...
Posted by Sir Feit of Shoosz on Thu, 06 Oct 2005 06:36:00 PST

We're all Frankie....

I was lying safe on my bed, but I could still feel the cold warning of the guard rail in my hands behind me. I saw the sun on the backs of my eyelids and realized that we really are all made in the im...
Posted by Sir Feit of Shoosz on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Love is an open door.

He didn't know if the elevator liked everyone else as much. He had never seen it standing open, waiting for any of the other employees and certainly not the patrons. He tried to return the courtesy. H...
Posted by Sir Feit of Shoosz on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

So many girls so little confidence

I don't really know why I continue to go to bars and shit. No, that's a dirty lie. I know exactly why: to get laid. That sounds so harsh, but oh I do sugercoat it in my head. I say it's because I need...
Posted by Sir Feit of Shoosz on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

We are all just entrails and appendages of machines

And it came to be that the Leviathan swallowed the Earth. And Death became our flag, to be waved in circular motions by cogs and wheels made of flesh and sugary bone char. And the churches, long since...
Posted by Sir Feit of Shoosz on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST