ironically showing youthful disdain in the face of a monolithic, autocratic society; lying to the blind about whether it is day or night. licking batteries, chewing tin-foil, running with the bulls. and since no is reading this anymore: drowning kittens, abusing the elderly, molesting sock puppets, and any feasible way of occupying my brain long enough to forget the inevitable.
A hooker with a heart of gold, Jesus, sasquatch, the easter bunny, santa, and me on a good day; now thats a game of Yahtzee
on the mic I got more presence than attendance in a class full of schizophrenics, HERE, HERE!
only on hookers teeth.
the NAMBLA hour on PBS
I'm currently drafting the first version of a biography on film and TV legend Wilford Brimley. You know you're doing something right when you make yourself cry while writing
Those glorious souls who have the tenacity and strength of will to dance naked for money. Lord knows that I often don't feel worthwhile and useful in this cruel world and I always feel better when I rub my ass in a fat guys face. March on you brave soldiers of freedom, march onward to Glory!