I might die at any moment. The tragedy is that I don't.
Quod me nutrit, me destruit.
I couldn't possibly eat spaghetti, do I look Italian?
I use my grand IQ to decide what color gloss to wear in the morning and how to hit three keggers before curfew.
I am unhealthily obsessed with the words "chicken" and "skillet."
I probably know too much about pharmaceuticals.
Beauty always gives me a hard-on and queers are just better.
I am Queen Carlotta!
My interests include bizarre photographs of animals, bizarre photographs of people, true mental illness, anthropomorphism, and conquering myself until I see another hurdle approaching. Also, I like big butts and I cannot lie.
Self-improvement is masturbation. Now self-destruction...
Anyone hungry enough to eat cancer.
Anyone who loves the feeling of cold nylon on their big butt.
Anyone who has ever eaten a meatball sandwich right out in class.
Anyone who looks like they just won a prize.
Anyone who can hold an intelligent conversation without farting or belching for laughs.
Anyone who takes that blade, drags it across their skin and prays for the courage to push down.
Anyone who realizes how totally contrived it sounds to call yourself "a fountain of blood in the shape of a girl."
Anyone who doesn't post that oh-so-overused, oh-so-misunderstood Alexander Pope quote as their headline.
Anyone who understands their own pathetic insignificance in the grand scheme of things.
Anyone who can define the word "irony."
Music? I love music and I'm fairly un-picky about it. Perusing my music library might lead you to believe that I'm either an aging punk or a gay male or an aging gay male punk...until you got to the S's and tried to figure out what the hell "Sifl And Olly" means.
If only I don't bend and break, I'll meet you on the other side...I'll meet you in the light.
You should probably know about Seona Dancing.
Liam Lynch is essential.
Say anything mean about Sid Vicious to me and I'll whap you in the fucking chops.
I was saying let me out of here before I was even born. (It's such a gamble when you get a face.)
Big Fun are a bunch of tuneless Eurofags and Bela Lugosi is dead, apparently.
BOWIEBOWIEBOWIEBOWIEBOWIEBOWIEBOWIEBOWIE...
Iron Suitcase
Jaysson5000
Stoomie
Mr. K
Movies? Lessee...
Almodovar!
Solondz!
Guest!
Mamet!
Lynch!
Lynch!
Waters!
Soderbergh!
Besson!
Cox! Tarantino!
Temple!
Ferro!
I'll add more as they come to me.
Now go get Don Letts' cooler-than documentary "Punk: Attitude" and educate yerseff.
Television? I can watch "Living Dolls: The Making of a Child Beauty Queen" for hours on end. Four-year-old Emily executing a series of "Dior" spins in a tiny, yellow sequined jacket is just too great and I love how they bleach seven-year-old Leslie Butler's hair and give her a big ol' bucky set of fake blowjob teefs to wear for pageants. I've always wanted to rip sweet little Swan right out of the television set and steal her away her from her monster mother...but apparently fate took care of that matter for me. I just read that both of Swan's parents have died. Poor kid.
Beef and lamb
Chicken and ham
Step to the left and clap your hands!
Gosh we love chicken and ham!
Don't let it go to waste
That chicken and ham!
GERVAIS IS GOD
My girl-balls are big enough to admit that I don't like William S. Burroughs' writings...but I sure do admire his wife's courage in plopping that highball glass atop her spun-out little cranium.
Our fathers were our models for God. If our fathers bailed, what does that tell you about God? Heroes are fucking HARD to come by. (I got lucky.)
Speech delivered on the floor of the US Senate
by US Senator Robert Byrd
March 19, 2003 3:45pm
I believe in this beautiful country. I have studied its roots and gloried in the wisdom of its magnificent Constitution. I have marveled at the wisdom of its founders and framers. Generation after generation of Americans has understood the lofty ideals that underlie our great Republic. I have been inspired by the story of their sacrifice and their strength.
But, today I weep for my country. I have watched the events of recent months with a heavy, heavy heart. No more is the image of America one of strong, yet benevolent peacekeeper. The image of America has changed. Around the globe, our friends mistrust us, our word is disputed, our intentions are questioned.
Instead of reasoning with those with whom we disagree, we demand obedience or threaten recrimination. Instead of isolating Saddam Hussein, we seem to have isolated ourselves. We proclaim a new doctrine of preemption which is understood by few and feared by many. We say that the United States has the right to turn its firepower on any corner of the globe which might be suspect in the war on terrorism. We assert that right without the sanction of any international body. As a result, the world has become a much more dangerous place.
We flaunt our superpower status with arrogance. We treat UN Security Council members like ingrates who offend our princely dignity by lifting their heads from the carpet. Valuable alliances are split.
After war has ended, the United States will have to rebuild much more than the country of Iraq. We will have to rebuild America's image around the globe.
The case this Administration tries to make to justify its fixation with war is tainted by charges of falsified documents and circumstantial evidence. We cannot convince the world of the necessity of this war for one simple reason. This is a war of choice.
There is no credible information to connect Saddam Hussein to 9/11. The twin towers fell because a world-wide terrorist group, Al Qaeda, with cells in over 60 nations, struck at our wealth and our influence by turning our own planes into missiles, one of which would likely have slammed into the dome of this beautiful Capitol except for the brave sacrifice of the passengers on board.
The brutality seen on September 11th and in other terrorist attacks we have witnessed around the globe are the violent and desperate efforts by extremists to stop the daily encroachment of western values upon their cultures. That is what we fight. It is a force not confined to borders. It is a shadowy entity with many faces, many names, and many addresses.
But, this Administration has directed all of the anger, fear, and grief which emerged from the ashes of the twin towers and the twisted metal of the Pentagon towards a tangible villain, one we can see and hate and attack. And villain he is. But, he is the wrong villain. And this is the wrong war. If we attack Saddam Hussein, we will probably drive him from power. But, the zeal of our friends to assist our global war on terrorism may have already taken flight.
The general unease surrounding this war is not just due to "orange alert." There is a pervasive sense of rush and risk and too many questions unanswered. How long will we be in Iraq? What will be the cost? What is the ultimate mission? How great is the danger at home?
A pall has fallen over the Senate Chamber. We avoid our solemn duty to debate the one topic on the minds of all Americans, even while scores of thousands of our sons and daughters faithfully do their duty in Iraq.
What is happening to this country? When did we become a nation which ignores and berates our friends? When did we decide to risk undermining international order by adopting a radical and doctrinaire approach to using our awesome military might? How can we abandon diplomatic efforts when the turmoil in the world cries out for diplomacy?
Why can this President not seem to see that America's true power lies not in its will to intimidate, but in its ability to inspire?
War appears inevitable. But, I continue to hope that the cloud will lift. Perhaps Saddam will yet turn tail and run. Perhaps reason will somehow still prevail. I along with millions of Americans will pray for the safety of our troops, for the innocent civilians in Iraq, and for the security of our homeland. May God continue to bless the United States of America in the troubled days ahead, and may we somehow recapture the vision which for the present eludes us.
Found on PattiSmith.net.)