All i have to say right now, is that
Charybdis (kuh-rib-diss)
is the best place for laid back freaks to hang with some of the nicest people in chicago.
we just got back from the Psycho Circus' first show there, and i have to give props to William Darke -
he gives me a huge, black, throbbing man-pole. i was most impressed with his ball handling skills,
just like Bowie in Labyrinth...but even though William was more talented, Bowie still gets the hardest
dick for obvious reasons. I mean, COME ON!! no contest.
I shot paintball for the first time in my life and i have to admit, i kicked ass - people there were
even CHEERING my fabulous ass. those little stuffed bunnies had been taunting me all night though,
god-dammit. Their bent whiskers, button eyes and dilapidated grins...ASKIN' for it!!
just kidding!! i never had to go to church.
to completely change the subject for no apparent reason, i have this horrible habit of picking all
the skin off my lip, until it bleeds. sometimes, like now, it bleeds so much that my front teeth
get all bloody and when i talk, blood/spit strings connect in my mouth. it looks really cool...
i used to do this on purpose before i went to sunday school, so i'd have a self-inflicted bloody
mouth when they called on me to answer some faggotry about jesus.
i went once, but i knewthat if i cried and screamed bloody gore the whole time, i'd never have to
come back...and it worked. and here's another example of how fuckin' cool my mom is: when i was
born, she wouldn't even ENTERTAIN the thought of baptism cuz' she thought that the concept that
babies are born sinners was the most petty bullshit thing she'd ever heard.
so, with middle fingers extended, she pulled me from the lifelong
burn of holy water and i've NEVER had to touch the nasty stuff.
so, with middle fingers extended, she pulled me from the lifelong
burn of holy water and i've NEVER had to touch the nasty stuff.
