2001-12-10 - 2:44 p.m.
Virginia. Watched the movie HARD CORE LOGO. All punk rock fans must see it. Joe Dick. Whew! He's a little too close to home. What else? I dunno. Just hanging out at a party house on my day off. Probably take a nap, shower and go eat. Sounds like fun, eh? What the hell else do you do on your day off? I've decided that since my big 40th birthday is coming up, I'm gonna try something new. Starting Christmas Day I'm gonna write a song a day for a whole year. 365 songs. Can he do it? We shall see. Uh, what else? I'm having a brain fart. Must keep writing, must keep writing. What do you want me to express? Tell me, fucker! Life is a bowl of crunch berries, you pick out all the little yummy tidbits and all you have left is a snickering Captain in his little blue suit, suit yourself, shoot yourself, you don't have to I'm only kidding. Lord, my brain is scrambled today. I bet masturbation would help. It usually does. Takes the edge off, ya know? Bang bang bang cock goes the weasle. Plaid jizm from Scottish bloodline. "Plaid perfume on my breath, that means I've been drinking Scotch" Ten points if you can tell me what song that's from. Booya. Tomorrow is Ashville, got some friends there. That's good. I like friends. I like to eat their flesh and drink their blood. I'll grind their bones to make my bed. I smell the blood of an uptight sparrow. Not by the hair of my chinny slick from head. I think I've really lost it now. A rat in a sailor suit. A hedgehog with a gun. Wicky wicky wicky what does it all mean?
