I stole this...


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Wired man.... anybody gotta drink?

The Lizard King today turns a posthumous 61, and is currently celebrating in a graveyard in Paris. All those attending will kindly board the wire bus at 5pm. Bring with you your chants, your praises, your poetry, and your drink, and meet me just around the studioeight.tv/phpbb block. We plan on having ( Read more... )

Chicago City Blues in 20 Visual Choruses

dissappointed dreams


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And the Winner ain't...

Vote!


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And there's utter quiet in the room. It's lunchtime, the stars are aglow. Now I'm mildly insanse, so don't mind the wickedness. Jack Daniels in a cup, I think i'll have it straight up, and i don't mean to interrupt, but see my head is just so fucked.

I started having visions last night... about hope and sex, and enrichment. They all seemed to include a red-headed girl with freckles and the Devil's smile. But whose the Devil anyway? Is he Hitler, in a blue dress? Or perhaps "The Man" who "keeps holding us down". Then I thought fora moment it might be my mother ( Read more... )

**Give me a moment, ladies and gentlemen, to discuss discussion. I was talking with my mother one night about the nasty little habit of chain-smoking, or, smoking in general. We were watching a show set back in the 70's where this group of people were smoking, and she said to me "I'm so glad they stopped letting people do that stuff indoors. That ( Read more... )

It's cold out, or maybe it's just me, maybe I'm just cold. Maybe my eyes are seeing things you know? Drift... Drift. Or maybe, it's the man who said he's married now, or maybe it's that I miss my best friend, or maybe it's that I drink too fucking much, you know? Maybe it's that I drink. Or, or, or maybe it's that I don't fuck anymore or that I've ( Read more... )

Today, as I was walking, a cat lazed in front my path. Black and white spotted. Gray in some spaces. Yellow, glowing eyes that seem to smile the Devil's smile... malicisous intent, then crawled away. Overhead. Seagulls were screaming, and that sweet, Bailey's Harbor air was kissing my curls like old lovers do. Back home, in Chicago, the air was ( Read more... )