So, I haven’t written a blog entry in quite a while.
So, pretty uneventful times, … ha, geez are you kidding me? Never is my life uneventful.
I’m a magnet to events so to speak.
I don’t know if it’s the music I listen to or what, but I ‘m obsessed with the idea of murdering people.
Except for you of course, I would never kill you.
It helps me to understand the motives for all these youngsters that go and join the military.
They’re not necessarily right wing; they just want to go and kill, and I for one, don’t blame them.
I fantasize about murder on a daily basis. numerous times, I hate people. I hate human beings. I think we’re the sickest thing on the face of the planet.
Sure, we’ve done many amazing things, but I think it’s in no way in comparison to all the shitty things that we’ve done.
Like, for starters, it’s become apparent to me that sadism simply is implanted in us through our blood. Just think about it, not many of us are down at the core not a sadist. Jesus Christ, is that convoluted or what? And speaking of Jesus, boy! was that guy ever a sadist! King of the sadists.
Except for me of course, I’m not sadisitic that I know of. One of my favorite activities, besides drinking, biking, and working on cars of course, but besides those three things, one of my favorite things in life is making other people happy. THAT MAKES ME HAPPY.
And hugs and kisses and black metal. Those things make me happy as well.
But, I’m the exception to the rule. And I’m sure you are too.
Most others, get such glee out of causing others pain.
And there’s nothing that you can do about it.
Like the Maoists, they look at human nature as something moldable.
Like we’re gonna train ourselves to not be such bastards, but the idea is stupid.
We are all bastards. Little babies are bastards.and they had no exposure to society, yet they come out of their mothers’ pussies’ already sucking.
Holy fuck, it’s not even funny how muck we all suck.
But, god bless all pussies, it’s the sole untaintable holy receptacle of goodness.
Except for the fact that more people come out of them.
and that’s a losing cause.
And that’s another thing that I’ld like to address:
I don’t like the expression when people call each other pussies to mean that they are like, cowardly. I even find myself doing it. Pussies, in actuality, are far from cowardly. They are the most excellent thing ever. Very brave, you might say.
Next time somebody calls me a pussy, I’m’nna take it like a compliment.
And that’s another thing, why do I use the word, “suck” like it’s a bad thing? What the fuck is wrong with sucking? Nothing at all if you ask me. It’s a beautiful thing if you ask me.
So, I’m starting to feel like a creep going on and on about pussies and sucking and everything.
Geez, just even the word, pussy, it just doesn’t even seem right, but I haven’t found a better word for it yet. I’m racking my brain, and I can’t find a better word for it.
You see, . . . us males, . . . . We have it easy.
Dicks, cocks, filthy appendages of intrusion,.. . we have all of these various terms that we have for our genitalia. They’re all sonically pleasing.
Sonically pleasing? What in the fuck is it that I’m going on and on about?
So, anyway, please come to my beach cruiser race. It’s part of BikeSummer LA. It’s called the Tomatoes Sex Wolf Beach Cruiser Thunderbird Bonanza Race. Please come and I promise I won’t try to fuck you. Don’t bring a bike with gears please. It’s on June 23rd. It starts at the art park in Los Feliz at 8:17 and we’re going to drink Thunderbird with cherry Kool aid in it and I’m buying so leave your damn, filthy wallets at home.
And also, if you’re tough enough come to my single speed ride up to Griffith observatory. I haven’t decided on the date yet for that. No fucking gears on that ride either, nor abnormal gear ratios either, but please, please, please, I beg of you, keep everything else abnormal, just not the gear ratios is all I’m saying.
I was thinking about what I wanted to put on the fliers for my race,
and the other night, I was sitting around in my room getting drunk and working on my book, and, well, and I was thinking that I wanted to put this on the fliers:
MANDATORY SWEATY HUGS AT THE FINISH LINE.
All those opposed to love need not come.
But, I don’t think I’m going to put that after all since it, just quite frankly, seems a little creepy especially combined with the name of the race.
So, anyway, It’s on June 23rd. It’s starts at the art park in Los Feliz and we’re going to drink Thunderbird with cherry Kool aid in it until we turn blue in our faces. Some vomit might be involved too which is always exhilarating. Be prepared to call in sick to work the next day.
Please come,and let me know, so I know how much booze to buy.
Call my voice mail (323) 769-6313 or write me.
It’s Sarah Anne’s birthday too, so she’ll be receiving major birthday love.
Happy Birthday Sarah Anne, I love you, and so does everybody else, . . .
or else I’ll fuck them up bad, REAL BAD,
just kidding of course,
but not really.
Anyway, for more information on bike summer LA, go to
http://www.bikesummer.org/2005/