Monday, 30th April 2001
National Kick A Crusty Day
I am declaring today “National Kick a Crusty Day”. I say we should all go out, find the nearest crusty and kick them until they stop with the bullshit and confess to being the trust fund baby person that they are.
They also need to:
Wash.
Shave off their manky, revolting matted hair.
Stop having babies, especially when they are filthy dirty and have scabies and acne.
Wash again.
Bleach their bodies with draino.
Stop spouting the rhetoric.
Stop abusing the poor dogs they drag around cities with them.
I have decided that it is a crime against humanity for white people to ‘lock’ their hair.
KickACrustyIntoABath, DoItNowAndSaveALife PM
04.30.01 to 04.15.01 (Really Old Rants!)
As I was cycling to work this mizorning, this fancy black with tinted windows town car thing came careering up behind and past me with screechy tires, sirens and invisible magic lights that flashed without actually seeming to exist. I passed it a little later on as this mannie was getting out. He looked like some FBI mannie from the movies or TV. (However, I have come to the conclusion that FBI mannies probably do not look like they do on the TV, I mean, why would they tell you what they look like..?)
Anyway, it reminded me of one of my Death Fantasies…
I wished he was chasing me and that I was important enough and special enough to warrant the government sending out a hit squad to kill me. I wish that I actually made enough of a positive difference in the world that I was considered dangerous and a threat to the hegemony…
One of my fantasies is to be running from them, (best give up the ciggies soon for this one to work), and then for me to be gunned down. Shot umpteen times in the back.
I just wish I was that special and smart and important…
TheBallardOfDorothyParker, SoreFingerPringles PM
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The mystery is solved and it is a very simple solution.
I am not a racist because I am not stupid.
Simple.
WishEverythingWereThatSimple, StillNikkaCosta PM
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Nikka Costa is fucking amazing. Very soon the whole world is going to know exactly how amazing she is. I am blown away…
I just came back from a little piece of heaven. Junior told me about this book sale in West Philly. 4,000 books at a buck a piece. I dunno, I may be overly anal, but books are something to be revered to me and it really upset me how these books had been treated. I wanted to take them all home with me and read them back into good condition.
One of the books I bought is called ‘Blood in the Face’, it’s about fucked up white people. KKK, Aryan Nation, Nazi Skins, that kind of thing. I am always curious as to why I never turned out like that. It’s like Sun Tzu says, ‘Know your enemy.’
And I would just like to give the world a little piece of advice. If your buddy says to you, “Woah, I lucked up and met that rarity known as ‘Very Cute and Respectful’ in the revolting, sludgy mire that is the male species”, please do not say upon meeting said mannie, “Oh, this is the one you were talking about.” It’s really embarrassing and makes your friend look like a psychopathic nut…
TheCatStoleMySock, TrackFiveForever PM
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I know you know what I mean…
Ever had it so you get tired of an experience you keep creating and recreating over the courses and avenues of years and still you do not know why it appears at your beckoning so..?
And what is it with these repeating experiences that seem to be the antithesis of that which you wish for..?
How the fuck are you supposed to figure them out, learn the lesson and move on when you are not even aware that you are wishing for it..?
At least I know enough that the experience is of my making and that the bitterness I feel must not be given to the most recent manifestation of this ridiculous, boring repitition…
I know you know what I mean…
ThisIsTheDemiseOfTheNiceGirl, DiatribeMe PM
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Thank you and I Love You…
The virtuoso Mr. Anthony Tidd sent me a link to his new website, Monumentalonline. He designed it using Netscape and I haven’t checked what my site looks like on Netscape for a minute. IT’S MAD FUCKED UP!!! It looked okay before I used frames, but now the frames don’t all load and you can’t see shit. I’m am gonna try and rectify this, but for now I would just like to take this moment to say that Netscape really fucking sucks…
So I just had a lovely afternoon with my extraordinarily handsome friend John. We had lunch and then went to see Momento. It was great. I really need to see it again as I am left with a whole bunch of questions. Kinda like a circle that doesn’t quite meet. I highly recommend seeing it though…
And I am asking a new Philosophy question, it is something that has been troubling me for quite some time and has been compounded by the fact that I realised cats were once sneakers too…
PraySheSaysYesToAngels, HandsomeManniesAreGood PM