Word of the Day: bouleversement
Disorder
Just recently I saw Danzig in concert. With Doyle. Fan-fucking-tastic, I must say. Eye-candy as far as the eye the could see. Having to have played in a Misfits cover band, that was fucking sweet. and being pretty drunk in the middle of a work day rocks as well. But there is no one i'd rather do than Christopher Walken. I'd have his babies at a drop of a hat. The most recent movie I saw him in was Domino, that movie about a dead chick bounty hunter. He can do no wrong. So what if he was blown up through half of the movie. Beautiful. Gabriel was my favorite in The Prophecy.
I've been contemplating my death recently, and I've figured out that I'd like to leave a letter to those I hold near and dear to my heart. Not the muscle. But the spiritual and emotional one. Or the other, I'm not sure. Because I don't like chocolate, and some have said that those who don't like chocolate don't like the biochemical feeling of love. Or maybe it's the german in me (for jokes have been told).
I've also been told that with me anyone would only near 30% of the conversation. The rest was evidently in my head. Whaaa???? OK so yes I talk to myself, but recently i've found that they won't imprison just anyone for conversing with themselves. However, electroshock "therapy" was still an option.
The Quakers had it right. "Let us treat the psychologically insane as if they were people" or whatever a Ouaker in the 17th century would say.
I never want to go back to Havenwick. That sucked. Funny enough now that I think of it, Havenwick was really close to the POntiac Sanitarium. Huh. Weird.
Just recently I saw Danzig in concert. With Doyle. Fan-fucking-tastic, I must say. Eye-candy as far as the eye the could see. Having to have played in a Misfits cover band, that was fucking sweet. and being pretty drunk in the middle of a work day rocks as well. But there is no one i'd rather do than Christopher Walken. I'd have his babies at a drop of a hat. The most recent movie I saw him in was Domino, that movie about a dead chick bounty hunter. He can do no wrong. So what if he was blown up through half of the movie. Beautiful. Gabriel was my favorite in The Prophecy.
I've been contemplating my death recently, and I've figured out that I'd like to leave a letter to those I hold near and dear to my heart. Not the muscle. But the spiritual and emotional one. Or the other, I'm not sure. Because I don't like chocolate, and some have said that those who don't like chocolate don't like the biochemical feeling of love. Or maybe it's the german in me (for jokes have been told).
I've also been told that with me anyone would only near 30% of the conversation. The rest was evidently in my head. Whaaa???? OK so yes I talk to myself, but recently i've found that they won't imprison just anyone for conversing with themselves. However, electroshock "therapy" was still an option.
The Quakers had it right. "Let us treat the psychologically insane as if they were people" or whatever a Ouaker in the 17th century would say.
I never want to go back to Havenwick. That sucked. Funny enough now that I think of it, Havenwick was really close to the POntiac Sanitarium. Huh. Weird.