WHERE'S THE POLISH SPAMBOT

WHERE, DAMMIT, KEEP THE RUSSKIES OUT

Frankenstorm meets Frankenberry and Frankenhooker 'cause Abbott and Costello are dead

Smile time

"A smile can make a friend for you out of an enemy. When death stares you in the face, smile at it and it may leave you untouched, I believe."

"Spring is the smile of the earth. Smile at each other. Do it honestly when you meet. Greet one another through smiles. Talk to each other with smiles."

A stitch in time saves thousands

Let that mean whatever you wish. I just wanted some riffs. Wasn't I just here? My internal clock is broken. Chronometric fisticuffs. Blood sticking to guts sloshing in entrails. A pile of platters I don't feel like pontificating on. No thanks to waxing chortle on indubitable supervillain symbiosis.

In jet black meditation. Hand me that salvation, will ya?

Misty watercolor memories

Burnout is tired of doing the same fucking shit. The mirror may say 'tis, but the shadow knows even better. Since all devilry shall pass, I won't, unless it doesn't, then I will, but in honor of hmm-maybe global thermonuclear war, six yeas:




Play 'em loud & simultaneous, scare your neighbors who are probably bonging to some hippie peacenikery. Yeah, that'll rile 'em up. Jesus H Cthulhu, this post has nothing to do with that yawn. I'm bored with disclaimers. Pass the rabbit holes.

Wilkommen in der bibliothèque discothèque

People don't come here to study for finals check out books, they come here to live out their fantasies & dance the night away, unless they're Falco, in which case it's all that & death by Bauhaus.






Each time a student comes in wearing Victoria's Secret Pink, you have to do a shot. Shit, there goes my liver. My liver! Praise the Lord & pass the onions.

Egads! 'tis almost the



so only time for one more

Ask the Duchess, my Axl wuoaaaahhhh is fuckin' ace, one of three things I do quite well along with harrumphology, & a third thing.

It's dark outside, mes suckas,
beware baby C.H.U.D.s --
I gotta do this again tomorrow? Fuck.

Now that's poemetry.