Adventures in isolation and sleep deprivation

2010-08-15T04:14:00.001-07:00

2010-08-15T04:12:00.000-07:00

The Merger

2010-07-02T00:50:00.001-07:00

I was 26 and my little brother was 12. Our dad was out of town on business and my brother needed a guardian to accompany him to the cub scouts' movie night. Mom suggested that I take him and seeing as I had no real plans going on that evening, I said why not.

The school auditorium was actually the gym converted into an auditorium by ways of 12 rows of folding chairs. There were about 20 seats to a row with aisles to the sides and center. The screen was set on a small stage in front and it was about six by six feet. It reminded me of one of those prison movie scenes where they watch movies.

Anyway, the scoutmaster announced that the movie will be such and such a thing and everyone was allowed to sit wherever they wanted. But, he said, in the event of a disturbance, we would be relocated. His speech was way too precise to indicate any type of fun. All the kids got excited and quickly started forming groups. My little brother was off like a shot. We were 14 years apart and didn't really share much common ground in any sense, so I let him go.

I didn't mind. I found an open seat in between two kids three-quarters of the way to the back on the right and sat down. The kid to the left of me was a geek with a weird smell. I couldn't see to the back, nor did I care. In front was just a bunch of fat asses. The kid to the right of me was just some random asshole. Pretty normal looking, whatever.

The movie started. It was boring, but the kids liked it. I just let the projection bounce off my face. They were attentive and laughed whenever the stuff that twelve year old boys were supposed to laugh at happened. All of a sudden, the kid to the right of me nudged me on the shoulder. At first I was going to ignore him, but I knew he'd be persistent - he was twelve for god's sakes.

'What?', I whispered as I leaned down towards him.

'Are you in the lightning club?', he asked, eyeing me. I did a mental check. Immediately I realized that, no, I was not in the lightning club. I told him so. I leaned back and asked him to tell me what the lightning club was.

He paused for a moment and said, 'the lightning club is where you have two girls sneak over to sleep over and then you have sex with one of them without waking the other one up.'

I had to look around to see if anyone had heard him say it. No one had. I was appalled. I leaned back in and whispered, 'and YOU'RE in the lightning club?'

'Yeah,' he said. 'They call me 'The Merger', he said all the while looking forward at the flickering screen.

This was just getting bizarre. I pressed forward. 'Why do they call you 'The Merger'?'

He whispered, 'Cus this one time I had two girls sneak over and I had sex with one of them and then waited for the two of them go to sleep and then I woke the other one up and had sex with her and then in the morning, I made them do it to each other while I watched and jerked off - '

My reaction was as equally as loud as it was immediate.

'No, you DIDN'T,' I bellowed as I slapped my knee and leaned back hard.

All of the kids and parents turned around in their seats away from the screen. I just kinda slumped back and my chair creaked a little. The kid sat there like nothing had happened. The movie played on. Slowly, all the heads started to turn back towards the moving screen.

When the last of the heads turned around, I leaned up to the kid and whispered, 'no, you didn't''.

'Yeah, I did,' he defiantly retorted. 'That's how I got into the lightning club'.

I leaned back harder in my folding chair harder and said 'No shit?'.

'Yeah,' he said again, face forward.

'Okay, kid. What's a vagina look like?' I asked him as I looked back to the screen.

He balked. 'Uhh.. It was too dark. I.. I couldn't see,' he said with a bit of false confidence.

'So it was too dark the morning after you made them screw each other while you yanked it? You're full of crap, kid'. I crossed my arms. I was done with his story.

This cocky little prick looked like he still had baby teeth. With our eyes fixed on the screen and the projections flickering off his face he said in a voice just barely above a whisper, 'Whatever man, you don't HAVE to believe me'. I started to boil. This kid thought he WON for god's sakes.

After a few moments I nudged him as I started to stand up. 'Move,' I said.

'Where are you going?' he asked as he shuffled his ankles back.

'I'm going to go MERGE a toilet with my shit,' I said.

We were only seven or eight seats from the right aisle, so getting out of the row and auditorium and into the hallway wasn't too awkward. I walked thirty paces down the hall to the boys' room and went in.

It was horrible. Most of the toilets were clogged with feces and were overflowing into the drains on the floor that were clogged with pulpy white soggy toilet paper mixed with piss and god knows what. I gagged and backed out slowly. As I bounced off the door on the way out, it banged and echoed out into the hallway in front of me. I coughed.

The girls' room was just next door and I figured that since it was a boy scout meeting and girls tend to keep their facilities in better shape, it was far safer a bet.

It was. The pink walls were a bit off-setting but the scent was purely anti-septic. The hallway door closed silently behind me as I walked to the farthest stall. I opened the window to my left and entered the stall. While turning around, I pulled a cigarette from my pack and threw the latch to the stall door shut. I dropped trow, sat down on the throne, lit the cigarette and hung my right arm out the window with it into the night. I took a few drags and admired the beautiful firs that surrounded the school grounds.

I sat there hearing the children's din mix with the cinema's furor and the father's grunts through the door from the hallway. I looked away from the trees and up to the stars. I took another drag and said 'no, you didn't''.

I began to shit.

Garage Stomp Rock Lyrics.

2010-06-13T23:40:00.000-07:00

I wanna take you on a

rain date a

rain date

wanna take you on a

rain date a

rain date

rain

rain

rain

rain

RAIIIINNNN

I'm gonna tie you to a

train track

a train track on a mother fucking

rain date a

rain date

sick, we're going on a

rain date

a rain date.

behhh beh beh behhhh

2010-06-06T04:25:00.000-07:00

you made me sit in your damned driveway and smoke dope with no engine power with my dome light on!

that battery shit cost me 300 bucks nine years ago and I want my money back!

y'all burnt my alternator out over some crack and I still ain't happy bout that!

behhh

2010-06-06T03:21:00.000-07:00

Me and Kenny shot junk and decided to rob the hardware store.

We got so fucked up we broke into the TV repair store next door by mistake.

We broke into the wrong goddamned store.

So by the time the cops showed up, we were in the back alley blacking out and laughing.

Breaking windows, escaping into the night.

We ran.

Their flashlights cast long weird shadows on the alley walls.

Me and Kenny made it back to his moms house.

Under the fence and in through the first floor window.

We laughed about the broken glass, the botched job and the dumb fuck cops.

Then Ken's mom yelled at us to shut the fuck up.

We sniffed some more dope and got quiet.

Real, real quiet.

eating fish in bermuda.

2010-06-06T03:14:00.000-07:00

2010-05-23T05:25:00.000-07:00

Quick, catch the high-heeled running switchblade!

Put a skirt on her and let her get paid to ignore me.

I'm having so much fun that I couldn't tell you about

the time I watched her shoot the TV.

Chasing glamour is a run of the roughest route

because there is no path, reason or rhyme.

That woman's crazy -

You've got a rifle.

My Oil.

2010-05-14T02:59:00.000-07:00

I will not let anything short of death stand between us.

And if her bell's vibrations are up for the taking

they're mine.

They're mine so that you may live as long as your little heart chooses to.

I can't decide which side of the barrel I'm more terrified of.

We're all doomed to die with homeless hearts.

Dead meat wrapped inside of garbage.

Mummified sad facts reanimated by radioactivity.

We are all just ideas forgotten by a god who forgot to remember why we are.

Night Terrors

2010-05-14T02:03:00.000-07:00

5.14.010

Last night a blinking red traffic light came before me in a dream and told me

that I was gonna die one month before my ninety-ninth birthday.

It even asked me if I was okay with the fact.

All I know is that my sleep is so lonely

& that pulsing crimson bastard reminded me of some weird torture -

like being tied to a board.

The rest is just details.

Painful details all so bloody and violent

like let downs shot straight into the vein.

Doomed to ninety-nine?

No -

that's like you're saying you're condemned to life.

So bring it harder.

It's gonna take more than ten tanks to kill this

beautiful monster.

2010-03-25T17:15:00.000-07:00

Vivian was a seamstress. She was a friend of a friend and I would take my clothes that needed mending to her. Her method was immaculate. Even the most tattered junk I would throw at her would come back good as new; her stitching was invisible. It was almost like the clothes had repaired themselves. I always wondered how she did it but, hell, I don't know square one about sewing so I decided not to really not care.

It was on a Saturday afternoon in late April when Janice, our mutual friend, called me on the phone and told me that she and Vyvian were going out for dinner and drinks. She asked if I would come along. I had just been sitting around my apartment all day and now, in the early dusk, was starting to develop a mild case of cabin fever. I told her 'sure'. We agreed to meet at the place at 7. I walked from the kitchen, through the living room, and into the bedroom. After setting out some clean clothes, I reached across the bed and took 30 bucks out of the nightstand. After a brief moment of hesitation, I turned the 30 to 50. Hit the bathroom, disrobed and showered. I put my fresh clothes on, a button up for the crisp night air.

It's alive

2009-10-15T01:48:00.001-07:00

just

flightless birds

or

seeing eye dogs

our braile-tipped dew claws stroke

the venomous end we all seek

blind and joyous

like seeking a trinket you never wanted

but thought someone else might

enjoy

so you bought it anyway &

gave it to them

they never wanted your love

and your love wasn't worth taking

so you parked your car in the dark somewhere

and gave your love away unto yourself until you were a monster

a horrible, horrible monster.

the pipe.

2009-08-30T02:09:00.001-07:00

I'm not afraid of death, but goddamn is dying/watching death gonna suck.

mugshot = highschool profile, whatever.

2009-08-24T02:26:00.000-07:00

Deja Vu pinpoint..GOD I miss that stupid game.

2009-08-24T02:11:00.000-07:00

She

2009-08-24T01:33:00.000-07:00

You looked better in my ideal.

That damned scar on your neck would impress a flake but not so much a father.

Light goes one way and obscures shitty low-life shadows.

I'm bored.

I'll smoke a cigarette in the alley with you if you agree to dump me there forever.

Have fun.

Everything is gonna suck more later.

Leave me alone.

Dead metal, dancing to the tone of a note that forgot how to give a fuck.

Wearing a dead horse's leash.

2009-08-23T23:59:00.000-07:00

There was that time I told you to

go to hell

& you said you'd already been there.

So I told you to go back.

You tore me in half, so don't ask for favors.

I'm a mama's boy because my mother loves me as much as I love her.

You hate me for being a mama's boy because your mother abandoned you.

you jealous zealot

Have fun in the clink every now and again.

I gave you a chance at the 'normal' life and you wiped your ass with it.

So I'll see you where you apparently have always been

and where you will appropriately return to,

you awful shit stain.

Another thing I can't take with me. A vision of beauty. A slab of steak.

2009-08-23T23:54:00.000-07:00

You're polished glass.

Beauty.

Running your wet finger around the rim -

toying, playful.

Dammit, just shatter my heart/

my ears.

Get it over with.

I wanna swim with live buzz-saws.

I want to lick that AC outlet.

We need to taste True Voltage.

The pinballs are all pregnant

rolling thru a neon hell

that a bored loser created

and I'm dropping another quarter

hoping not to tilt too far.

Is she a juke or a game?

Who cares?

I'm still awake.

Certain Sandstorms

2009-08-15T02:06:00.000-07:00

I have no idea what I'm doing here.

There's a load of beer

and I can hear hell knocking

on constant's wall.

Problem is, when I help her move the bed

my gut growls

and reminds me how long I've leased it

to client named Rot.

the pit

the bottom

the burn

the love

the longing

the regret

Oh, to chase a tail-

like a dog

woof, woof.

My emptiness is of global proportions

and your fulfillment is a digit

solitary, willful

your own heart in hand, bleeding

epic in standard.

Over my shoulder we go -

if you survive the dry air and potato sack

its

WELCOME TO THE OASIS

August 14

2009-08-14T12:00:00.000-07:00

Im in love with her too

but that doesnt mean I like her

I wish this was a book of matches and not my ear bleeding.

2009-08-14T00:03:00.000-07:00

but i still want control..

2009-08-05T20:53:00.000-07:00

2009-08-03T22:59:00.000-07:00

Leaves all dressed and morbant.

2009-07-24T01:41:00.001-07:00

there are others that have gone before

born losers with scars on my legs

2 + 2 equals meat and everyone is arguing.

I wanna go to sleep with a boombox

so I do and wake up with lou reed's dreams in my waking memory.

I think I hit a nerve

and then everything flows straight thought the holland tunnel log jam

dammit I miss you.

She doesn't remember your name

and loss is named

sleep.

I hope that you're alive.

ghost shark vs. zombie nurse

2009-07-24T01:07:00.000-07:00

Shit, its hard to knock out a man.

I've been waiting for that wave -

that one that knocks me on my ass.

Every night I buy a corporate whiskey whore to do the same -

drugs booze and asphalt equal food to me

match out the black to white

pray for sleep and

leave

the ghosts are circling

they're deadly with their

silent eyes.

Those damned eyes that speak more than mouths could ever wish to.

We're all live bait and it just gets later,

so I hope that twilight sets in

and the gaping sharks clean the air

so I can sleep

with peace inside me.

strong arm. leff

2009-07-22T23:03:00.001-07:00

guns tattoos lsd truth whiskey life heartbreak sunshine heroin funerals girlfriends nightshade parks & ponds of a death life food with fun, etc.

hard boiled worthlessness - an egg, damned and deemed too fortunate for a human life... good god, do I need to go to bed...bad claymation re–enactments performed as drama..

some sad sack of shit praying us dry for that road side assistance.

Alone with guitar

2009-07-20T02:00:00.001-07:00

I have this stupid heart

and it keeps pumping

panic like roaches' innards

soft goo

jello

nobody likes me as much as

I like playing the outsider

damned weirdo

damned to deaf

dead as life

certain as facts and

drunk as fuck.

help help

2009-07-19T02:03:00.001-07:00

now we are dragging scared razor blades across the concrete

next to a beach one one cares about anymore.

so wield a surfboard against infinite dread and loneliness.

good luck

you stink and

you suck.

dumb damn dread

another greyscale night at the

toll booth

another night in the stink pit

it ends like new jersey

it ends quiet

like its supposed to.

Raft

2009-07-10T00:30:00.003-07:00

Stay on the boat.

Get on up here goddamn it-

you aint leaving without me.

I've seen enough last beds damned by finality

and I refuse to let you be the next.

Get up on this goddamned raft

or I'll go before you do.

and if worse comes to worse

I will let myself go with you.

As raw as love

and doomed as fate-

as real as life.

A large standing rock in the water

a tombstone floating like a raft.

Happiness is a strange ration

but you're not gonna leave me today.

Its just not gonna happen.

not on my goddamned watch.

dead dog turncoat

2009-06-22T00:29:00.000-07:00

fields of leaves

and rubies

some red ants crawling across

raw meat and valentines

bird calls

razor blades

an ending with nothing to take with you.

Wise up.

2009-06-22T00:14:00.000-07:00

I want to be paranoid

I want to talk to myself

I want to be in the corner

I have to be weird

It's the only thing I know how to do.

Well, at least

by a margin.

Tone, timbre and some other bullshit.

Shit sounds like shit.

Plastic

2009-06-21T01:38:00.000-07:00

Dry out your insides

and let the spider dance its

needle hands across the map.

Some scissors.

Honor the foot on the pedal.

the press

the dead feelings

the dumb crackheads upstairs

We live until we die.

Then you're just dead.

2009-06-17T00:55:00.000-07:00

Misnomers by definition don't exist.
There are no mistakes.
Someone just lights a match and at least one witness survives.

2009-06-16T00:33:00.000-07:00

Wetsuit.

2009-06-13T01:23:00.000-07:00

Sound Map.

super highs - looking at white curtains (9/20k)
highs - looking at the glass (2.5/8k)
high mids - looking at the window (600hz/2k)
low mids - looking at the window frame (200/550hz)
lows - looking at the wall (80/190hz)
sub - looking at the floor (20/63hz)

2009-06-05T22:46:00.000-07:00

2009-06-02T22:12:00.000-07:00

Midland 07

2009-06-02T00:28:00.000-07:00

Easter Eggs.

2009-05-31T00:15:00.000-07:00

Red Ant/More Monotonous Garbage

2009-05-23T01:44:00.000-07:00

Cop Car

2009-05-19T00:12:00.002-07:00

they wanna pull a dragnet for some missing children

and this longing feels like an aggressive emptiness.

so I wait for them to show up in the back seat of a drown car

and when they come

I think,

'here comes the shit shovelers'.

They speak only in vowels

reaching around with their foul, water-logged flesh

and I wanna consult something that ain't there.

it's reaching up.

Failing.

Falling away towards a vast majority.

sidewinding zombie

2009-05-11T23:16:00.000-07:00

Golden Steak

2009-05-10T19:46:00.000-07:00

Arnie was a slime-bag I knew since '47.

Over some darts he told us that he had a daughter that liked to get raped.

We got him good and drunk, beat the shit outta him and drove his car back to his wife's place. The address was printed on the registration we located in the glove box.

I already felt like shit.

It was a white palace, glowing with anticipation. The walk up to the golden doors enticed two drunks to literally fall by the wayside, blacked out on the lawn. No one cared, noticed or pretended to give a shit as the golden door crept ever closer.

Sir Galahad and I pounded relentlessly on the front door and as we did so a voice encouraged us to come around back.

"Hey," the voice sounded, "we're grilling back here!"

There was no music back there & I didn't smell shit but male rage and the essence total defense.

As we backed away from the estate, leaving behind our fallen comrades, I could smell the sound of bagpipes & wooden bats itching to the sound of 'taps'.

It was the quietest ride home I've ever had in my life.

5.2.09

2009-05-10T00:03:00.001-07:00

2009-05-08T00:20:00.002-07:00

2009-05-08T00:20:00.001-07:00

hawks on a wire.

2009-05-07T01:16:00.000-07:00

Love you -

2009-05-02T00:01:00.000-07:00

It all just sounds like wind chimes and zombie shark fights.

kung-fu punch claps constantly fighting against racist iconoclast heavenly hi-hats.

Escaping chainsaw teeth, relaying endless.

What I saw was weirder than the side of New York you'll never imagine.

I'm getting off a bus and

my face is a meteor.

Your end is death.

I'll see you before you get sick.

New School

2009-05-01T12:13:00.000-07:00

It all happened so fast. Didn't even feel the asphalt. I sat up - my eyes felt like pinwheels. I remotely felt another blow ricochet hard off my left ear as I lost all hearing in it and buckled back down to the street.

In my right ear, which was dug into the pavement, I heard someone say, "Let's get the fuck out of here". Then a couple dozen sets of sneakers beat away into the distance. Slowly, I began to regain sight. The world was sitting sideways now and the mid-afternoon concrete was gradually cooking my right ear. It was now almost as hot as the left.

I groaned. Should have brought that starter pistol to school today. Suddenly, a car horn blared out really, really loud about eight feet behind me. It scared the shit out of me, almost literally. I had already wet my pants.

The sound of the idling engine was coming back to me quick and I heard a gruff voice from inside the car holler, "Hey! Get the fuck outta the road, kid!". It sounded like a cigar was yelling at me. I groaned again, coughed up some crap, gathered myself up and crawled out of the way.

As the car slowly passed by me, I caved in and fell back down into the gutter between two parked cars. I fell asleep a few times and no one offered to help me.

It was going to be a long week.

Spider.

2009-04-11T01:07:00.000-07:00

Knock Knock.

2009-04-10T01:03:00.000-07:00

2009-04-08T01:24:00.000-07:00

Legs as Hanging Ducks.

2009-04-07T23:58:00.001-07:00

2009-04-07T06:40:00.001-07:00

After what had felt like hours, I decided that I couldn't sleep. I crept out of the room where my buddies and I had ended up crashing and walked out into the hallway. The guest room was out of the question seeing as the carpet had been torn up exposing those little nails that were invisible to the eye but not to the foot. Looking into Grandma's room, I baulked, figuring it was creepy to sleep in her bed on account of her being twelve years dead and all. The room looked exactly the same as it did when she died and the now old dusty pictures of me and my siblings sent a chill down my spine. The door creaked closed.

Outside, It was morning. I walked all the way down the hill into town hoping to wear myself down a little. After walking through the village center I decided that, yes, I did feel a little sleepy and directed myself towards the park. I found a bench with a table in the center of the park and put my head down over my crossed arms. Just as I started drifting off some political town rally startled me awake.

They were a bunch of pissed off squares ranting and raving over some shit that didn't apply or appeal to me. After a few moments more and more of them started showing up. Droves of them. A scruffy old bum sleeping on a bench a few feet away from me awoke, too. He wasn't happy. Yawning and shouting himself awake he started hurling his newspapers and other forms of crap at all the squares around him. The rally continued but a radius formed around the hobo, everyone keeping their distance from the poor, old crazy bat. As a salt shaker he hurled in my direction landed at my feet, I realized the ground was still wet from the rain the night before.

My new shoes were gonna get ruined. I got up mumbling under my breath that I couldn't get a damned break and started to walk back the way I came, but there were enormous mud puddles in the ground. I did that weird dance of someone who's both removing himself from a huge function he's not welcome at while also trying not to fuck up his new shoes. After about twenty yards out passed the sneers and shoves it was easier to walk. At this point, I was on the edge of the park and to my shoes' fortune, now walking on a gravel path. They looked marginally worse.

As the sun loomed ever higher overhead I began to get more and more sleepy. I decided that the walk back to grandma's was too far and my friends knew how to let themselves out when they woke up. The trolley to get over the other side of the hill could get me closer to my parent's house and was leaving shortly, so I decided to take that.

I was seated in the rear of the trolley and somehow had missed my stop. The next stop was just a little ways farther down the line so I just sat there. At the last stop, we all piled out. I walked down the steps and out onto the sidewalk along the path next to the supermarket with the red metal railings to each side.

Suddenly I was completely mortified, but the blows to my face and head made me violently kick at his crotch until after he let go. I ran through the crowd out towards my parent's and nobody stopped me.

I came up through the backyard after cutting through what felt like twenty years of high foliage. It was a long walk up the rolling grass and the afternoon sky had a purple tinge to it . Everything felt surreal. I was approaching the back of the house on the newly cropped grass and could see people moving around in the kitchen through its window. Lunch soon, I supposed. I wasn't really feeling sleepy anymore. I was passed the birdbath and the clothes line when someone waved to me from out the window and my neighbor roared up his driveway and into his garage ten feet to my left side.

As he did so a large black rodent creature sauntered out of the garage and into the sun. My neighbor's car sputtered dead and as it did so something really startled me because I couldn't identify what type of animal this thing coming towards me was. It was like a possum but slightly larger and all black. As it affixed its gaze on me and started to close in, I began to run towards the house but it was too late. I screamed as the beast ran up my leg and started to tear apart my hands and fingers. For a split second I resisted the strong instinct that suddenly took over as I ripped into the monster's body with my teeth.

As I bit into the animal's shoulders, I woke up in a panic, sweating, reminding myself why I always drank myself to sleep.

-Dry Sleep

The Piranha Kids of Sawdust City 2

2009-04-03T00:10:00.000-07:00

Pink always said that he lived with his wino father but I never saw the guy, ever. His mom was both insane and dead. Everyone called him Pink because his mother dyed her hair pink about six years ago and everyone at school said she looked like a pink headed whore.

His father was either old, crazy or both. God, there were waist high piles of plastic bags everywhere. A dirty old rug covered most of the shitty floor. A rusty radiator and a stack of greasy old porno mags. Fast food wrappers cigarette butts half eaten food & live shells. Jars, jars and jars everywhere.

There were fist sized holes in the walls reeked of defeat. There was a TV in the corner.

Upstairs, I heard a shower come on. Then a body jumped in.

I sang a hammer-headed requiem to myself at the bottom of the stairs.

Living the dream.

2009-04-02T11:30:00.000-07:00

If you're 'living the dream' and the dream is a nightmare, I guess that's not really a good thing. Is it?

And You Are Forgiven.

2009-03-31T01:38:00.000-07:00

Ralph Kramden Tripping on Acid In Jail.

2009-03-29T01:58:00.000-07:00

The only way this could be weirder would be if you were watching it tripping on acid in jail.

The Piranha Kids of Sawdust City

2009-03-26T02:49:00.001-07:00

My room looked like shit. I sat up and rested my back up against the headboard. My walls looked bleak and dirty in the autumn morning sun. There were some stupid old posters from when I was ten or eleven.

I sat there in bed for a while, thinking. I caught myself having arguments with myself a few times.

Laced my boots and then got ready to leave the house. I stood by the door to my room and put my ear to it. The TV was on downstairs. I kept running until I couldn't hear her screaming after me.

I hadn't bothered sneaking out of the house for years because everything creaked. I was scared to sleep there.

Downtown looked like a ghost town that was inhabited by people who lived lives so tough the ghosts gave up trying to scare them out.

I shivered in the wind a little bit. There where a few cars parked around. Lots of grown-ups walking around in shitty old coats carrying sad beige and green plastic bags. I was talking to myself again.

2009-03-25T00:41:00.000-07:00

2009-03-24T10:52:00.000-07:00

2009-03-22T13:54:00.001-07:00

I didn't know you could burn soup.

Fist Bowl.

2009-03-17T08:26:00.000-07:00

Half clean.

2009-03-13T23:52:00.000-07:00

Defeat for Breakfast.

2009-03-13T22:51:00.000-07:00

OCKS,

2009-03-13T22:49:00.000-07:00

Dividends.

2009-03-12T02:33:00.000-07:00

Pummel.

2009-03-12T00:04:00.000-07:00

I need a shrink.

2009-03-11T22:19:00.000-07:00

Heartbreaker She-Demon.

2009-03-10T23:11:00.000-07:00

2009-03-10T15:03:00.000-07:00

Cold Water Moccasin

2009-03-09T15:39:00.000-07:00

One Headed Dog.

2009-03-09T01:11:00.000-07:00

Sidewinder.

2009-03-07T23:16:00.001-08:00

ICE.

2009-03-06T13:37:00.000-08:00

2008 Summer Heat - The Moistening (Drip, drip, drip)

2009-02-27T09:52:00.000-08:00

www.lazytrigga.com/CMinus-TheMoistening.zip

2009-02-24T08:29:00.000-08:00

"Let's all pray to Jesus that we're just plain doomed; because we're a helluva lot worse than that."