thanks swingin’ utters for that tasty title. you control your rage and you resist the crime because you’re the next in line. i am simply pumping the utters right now in my squalid den. this place is worse then it was when i wrote the story about cleaning the hovel i call a room a year ago. believe me you don’t want to see it. its fucking horrible but actually pretty rad. i’m in rare form today. especially with the murder city devils singing about sailor’s girls and trucker’s wives as they are now. the only thing. the only thing i ever wanted is going to fuck you over is going to fuck us up. to be left behind. you should know. like a smuggler like a trucker. etc. etc. etc.
so the royal wedding has taken place obviously. i got an email from Life magazine informing me of the availability of the pictorials. i went and violated the copyright law and “grabbed” on with my special “grab” tool and went crazy on it for an hour or two just totally uncontrolled crazy millions of gradients and erased spots and color fill layers and trasnparent red spray paint on inverted colour burnt layers probably maybe 50 layers and all copy merged and transformed and filtered liquified and color dodged and rasterized and just nuts. then flattened the whole fucking thing without saving any of my work and here that is okay. (as rhianna is singing “so if you feel me let me know know know ” HAHAHAHA SOME PUNK ROCK TOUGH GUY I AM) fuck it. shut up and read.
once i ran to you now i run from you. now i know i’ve got to run away i’ve got to get away. (social distortion singing about tainted love) don’t touch me please i cannot stand the way you…..
ramble on and make no sense and expect everybody to follow your manic episode hahahaha. i love you though you hurt me so .
now i’m (literally) going to pack my things and go.
i sold the tascam 38 8 channel reel to reel recorder that i got from james morris via the city of rancho cucamonga and so cal sandbags. on ebay. the highest bidder was francisco from monrovia. francisco drove over to my house yesterday to pay me exactly 265 dollars. that was the winning bid. awesome. i was so stoked. it was so needed. don’t forget that i have to be out of this house by sunday thats in two fucking days my friends. two days. jesus mary and joseph. i’m not even packed.
but i am listening to thriller by michael jackson which is pretty bad ass. before that was stone cold crazy that metalliica song. i went to pechanga with the 265 last night. i know it was stupid but i need so much more then 265 if you know what i mean. i owe my buddy landon 100 bucks and he’s go tone of my best paintings in hock until i pay him. the thing is he needs the money and i need cash to move. at least 500 for that etc etc etc. so i walked out of pechanga with 1300. that was pretty bad ass. played SOME POKER on the big kids table (100-300 buy in) and got lucky with pocket aces my second hand and doubled up easily. went on to pretty much fuck shit up at that table and walked downstairs with my pocket STUFFED
full of $5 chips. rad.
won all night basically. and walked with it all. went straight to the donut shop lol got my chocolate milk glazed twist and choccy twist and then went and got car insurance for $178 before my registration gets suspended on the 9th of may. i was reminded about that when my friend stephanie burns told me about some dude friend of hers who got pulled over by the cops with a shit ton of meth on him. he got five years in prison. and why did he get pulled over? oh because he had suspended registration on his car like a moron. poor guy. not that i’m driving around with shit tons of anything illicit but still it reminded me that it would be a pretty good idea to get insurance. so i did that. yay for me.
only my die hard admirers will have read this far in this post cuz its a bullshit post to be sure. by the way “we can be heroes” at least according to david bowie. i’ve got a couple of options for places to
live now which is cool….one’s in eastvale and one’s in crown town by the golf course where my sister used to bartend at. i heard some incredibly disturbing stories about my sisters deasth last night. i’m not gonna say who told me or what they told me because there is litigation going on but its fucking horrible and it put me in a sick goosebumps on my head horror stricken mood for a couple hours last night. i am going to tell our lawyer about it. enough about that.
by the way i apologize for any times i’ve ever been a fair weathered friend to anybody i know. just saying that for sincerely reals i won’t say why on that one either but yeah i had to put someone in check actually two someones in check last night. i know i’m a taker lots and not always a giver materially but i do feel like i am a giver emotionally and friendship wise but if not sorry about that and i can only strive to improve myself.
well shit i got shit to do you guys so thankfully for you i’m going to close this shitty little entry out. hope you can forgive me for the
terrible incomprehensible shadowy sing song say nothing chant of a rant that defines the makeup of this story today. i’m sorry. my mind is in a million and one places you have no idea. talk soon.