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[Apr. 27th, 2016|07:35 pm] |
HI. If you add me, please let me know. If I defriend you, it's not necessarily because I dislike you. My friends list slowly goes down as the months plod on. I ain't the internet tough guy I once was.
okay, maybe I am sometimes. |
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| zomg defriendard |
[Jun. 12th, 2009|11:35 am] |
I've been defriending a lot of people lately. If you're reading this, you may be one of them! Of the reasons this has been occurring:
1) Constant streams of negativity (yes, I am aware of the irony of this coming from me)
2) People I just don't feel any connection with anymore (see: 99% of San Francisco)
3) Just not interested in anything you have to say. Sorry.
I'm barely on LJ anymore anyway, so when I do read my friends list, I'd rather not see those three things. Don't take it personally, or do take it personally, whatever. It's the internet, I'm pretty sure we'll all live through it. |
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| Tomorrow! PANDEMIC: Mad Science edition @ Neo, and more! |
[Jun. 4th, 2009|09:57 am] |
Friday, June 5th @ Neo :: PANDEMIC: Mad Science Edition (our inaugural night!)
Presenting: PANDEMIC, Neo’s newest regular event. A Threat Level 6 outbreak of the best new industrial the genre has to offer infecting the dancefloor classics, with DJs Pathogen and Razer-X administering your monthly inoculation.
For our inaugural kick-off of the new night, we’re going to have a party! A MAD SCIENCE party! Dress to the nines in your best mad science-themed costume, and if you’re one of the first 25 people to show up in costume, you’ll receive a specially-made mix compilation made for this night only!
( Plus, Friday, July 3rd @ Neo :: PANDEMIC w/guest DJ Rev.John of Das Bunker )
( And finally, Sunday, July 5th @ the Darkroom :: Babyland, Caustic, Drug Honkey & DJ Pathogen ) |
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| So I hear it's my birthday |
[Apr. 24th, 2009|09:42 pm] |
HELLO.
As time marches on, the statistical probability of my being pulled from the surface of this good Earth and cast, screaming, into the void of space approaches: 1. In the face of such terrible clarity, I’m going to get drunk, play music and drag you all down with me.
Yes, in the grand old tradition of… uh… one year? Two years? I dunno, but it’s a tradition now, damn it, and I’m going to be DJing at Neo for my stupid birthday again. Apparently Razer-X is going off to fight evil ninja or something that weekend, so I’ll be DJing with Neo's Wednesday and Sunday resident DJ Jeff Moyer.
Electric Cafe @ Neo (w/DJ Jeff Moyer and me, DJ Pathogen)
Friday May 1st :: 10pm - 4am :: 21+ w/ID :: $5 cover
2350 N Clark St, Chicago |
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| Quoth Daniel Plainview, "I'm finished." |
[Mar. 28th, 2009|03:21 pm] |
Okay, so back in 2005, I did my first show where I took care of most of the logistics. That was Grendel, Cruciform Injection, Endif and Caustic. It was a giant mess and went down in history as one of the most riotous, disorganized shows Chicago has seen. :P
Last night, there was pr0metheus buRning, Caustic and the Gothsicles, and everything has come full circle. It was tightly-organized and went very well, and it was my last show as a Kinetic promoter.
There's a lot of reasons for this, but ultimately, my official story is: I'm done. I've got a lot going on in my life. I'm practically in charge of the day-to-day operations of the chemical plant I work at, I'm going to school, I'm starting to plan my undergrad proceedings at UIC, and I just don't really have the time or stress reservoir that promoting requires. Plus, I feel I've accomplished everything I wanted to as a promoter, I contributed to Kinetic's reshaping Chicago's scene topography, and I would like to move on to try new things.
Some people have asked if that meant I wouldn't be going to Kinetic events anymore, and the answer to that is: of course not! There is no drama and no fallout, and I still love what Kinetic stands for. I'm actually really looking forward to going out to Kinetic events as a regular patron, so I can just dance and socialize and have fun. You should go out to Kinetic events too, because in my opinion they're the best things going on in Chicago. So I will still be around, at Kinetic events and other events around the city.
My future plans for continuing to contribute to the scene are in the planning process. I think Rob (Razer-X) and I are going to be collaborating on a new night at Neo in a few months, but a lot has to be worked out in between then and now. I'll probably write a quick guide on things I learned about promoting and putting on shows, because I think I got the hang of it pretty well and ended on a high note. I'm sure I'll still be around and guest DJing at stuff around the city, at shows, enjoying the luxury of being able to relax.
So thanks to all the bands whose live shows I had a hand in: Caustic, pr0metheus buRning, the Gothsicles, Terrorfakt, Grendel, Mono No Aware, Cruciform Injection, Endif, Def Con, Cervello Elettronico, Antigen Shift, Iszoloscope, Monstrum Sepsis, W.A.S.T.E., Ad-ver-sary, Edgey, Enduser, C/A/T, s:cage, the Mash-Up Soundsystem kids, Tonikom, The Operative, Cacophony, Victo Ecret, scrap.edx, E-Craft, Critical System Error, Unter Null, Biocarbon13, Aphorism, Alter Der Ruine, Nachtmahr, Sanctum, Mago... I'm sure I'm missing a bunch, but my memory sucks and four years is a long time and a lot of shows. I feel that I've accomplished more than I could have ever hoped for by having a hand in putting all of those shows together, and I feel I'm leaving on a very high note.
More than that, though, thanks to all of the people who went to all of those shows. Even the smallest turnouts were filled with a lot of energy and made it worth it.
Last but certainly not least, thanks to everyone in Kinetic: Sprite, Kevin, Gremlin, Drew, Scott, Randall, and everyone who was a crucial part of our success through their enthusiasm: Ann, Charlotte, Jaqui, Matric, Brian, Katja, Qbot, and all of the rest of you devoted noizeheads. It's been a blast and I'm going to enjoy lifting a tall cold one with y'all.
Also banana. |
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| Botched police raids |
[Feb. 4th, 2009|09:44 am] |
Nationwide map of botched paramilitary police raids
Small-town mayor arrested and his dogs shot and killed in botched, illegal police raid
Stories of botched police raids have been popping up ever since 9/11, along with stories of excessive force like the BART shooting a month or so ago. I thought I had written about my growing concern over increasing police violation of laws and civil rights, but I guess I didn't. Anyway, not a week goes by at this point that I don't see a story about some poor family in a bad part of town somewhere that one night has a SWAT team bust their door down, usually shoot one of their family members, and keep everyone ziptied to chairs for six hours before realizing they're in the wrong apartment. At that point the cops go into damage control mode and threaten the family into "cooperating," which is obviously code for not telling anyone. The cops almost always get off scot free for this.
You'd have to be a fool to not see how the sudden, jarring reminder that the US can and will be attacked by foreign terrorists could be manipulated into serving clandestine domestic agendas, and you'd have to be hopelessly naive to not see it happening in the years since. Excessive force used by police officers and other domestic law enforcement agencies is now a fact of daily life. Some things that I did write about was all of this shit, which does include a brief bit about police brutality now that I look at it, as well as the plans to deploy a battle-hardened military unit domestically and the construction of FEMA internment camps. Forget your 9/11 conspiracy theories, your ideas that Jews are running the show, your UFO stories... the only conspiracy is that there is no conspiracy. Why bother hiding things when Americans are so apathetic that you can do it in broad daylight and get away with it?
Who watches the watchmen, indeed. |
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My New Year's resolution is now to remove anyone who links their Twitter and their Livejournal. It's obnoxious. |
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| Your headfuck of the day |
[Dec. 5th, 2008|12:18 pm] |
A BetaMaXmas!
This is seriously tripping me out. It's all the Christmas specials that plagued us during the '80s. I just got done watching a He-Man special. O_o |
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| feelin' inspired... |
[Nov. 20th, 2008|11:56 am] |
...by the stupid.
Years ago, at the tender age of 19 (or maybe 20 by that point, I don't remember), I dabbled in vegetarianism for about the worst possible reason: because of a girl. While I was a vegetarian, I was... well, shitty at it, because I wasn't doing it for any good reason. My weakness was popcorn chicken. Hell, my weakness NOW is popcorn chicken, cuz that shit be delicious. After I finally gave up, I was totally pompous about meat and laughed at vegetarians and vegans because I was in my early twenties and a complete asshole. Now that I am in my late twenties and a much more dignified asshole, I find myself quite a bit more amenable to the lifestyle, seeing as I realized it's not really any of my business what other people eat. A few things do bug me, however, specifically when people use bad anthropology evidence to support their vegetable-based lifestyle.
Let me clarify that I really find nothing wrong with being a vegetarian or vegan, because it's a personal choice based on either health or conscience (or simply not liking meat), and I cannot begrudge anyone that choice. However, backing it up with historical evidence is generally not even unnecessary, it's usually inaccurate. So, you know, just be content with your lifestyle, you know? On the other side of that coin, if you're not a vegetarian or vegan and you're arguing against the vegheads and their lifestyle, you damn well better have some good arguments yourself. In this fun-filled diatribe, I will not address why you should eat meat because it's been done to death (usually badly), and will instead look at the history of meat and the human condition, and why your pro-meat argument probably sucks.
Now, here's a bit of a rundown on the history of humans versus meat. About 200,000 years ago, our ancestors were arboreal pre-hominids in Africa, specifically what is now Ethiopia. At that time, Africa was actually forested, and we (for the sake of complicated exptrapolation, I will refer to our ancient ancestors as "us" as well) probably had a slightly omnivorous diet that consisted of mostly fruits and occasionally insects. Then, climate change came about, and over the course of a few thousand years, that part of Africa lost its forests. We found ourselves without trees to live in, so we plopped our prehensile little toes on the mean streets of the African landscape.
What do you do when you find yourself without your primary source of food? You either find another one or you get yourself dead. Wisely, we decided against the whole gettin' dead thing and decided to give this whole meat thing a try. Unfortunately, when it comes to hunting, our ancestors were complete losers with tiny little hairy bodies and a distinct lack of long, sharp teeth with which to tear and long, sharp claws with which to kill every motherfucker alive. Seeing as every other hunting species on the ground had developed an abundance of both teeth and claws, we were relegated to the rather ignoble task of scavenging. We hunkered down over the dessicated corpses of prey which had been killed by other animals and we chowed down.
Then something interesting happened! Turns out all that foreign protein our bodies were suddenly awash in had quite the effect on our brains, and they grew and became more complex as time went by. Some time later, one of our happy-go-lucky ancestors had a bright idea: throw rocks at shit. Suddenly, a whole new world of throwing rocks at shit was born, and our use of rocks expanded out into such wondrous equipment as hand-axes with which to strip flesh from bones, to using animal sinews to tie sharpened rocks to sticks and then throw THOSE at shit, and the wide world of hunting and butchering other animals was born. Oh, the fun we had.
So, the human brain owes a lot to our eating meat... two hundred thousand years ago. If anyone is seriously making the argument that people should not be vegans or vegetarians because it's just not what we are supposed to do, they fall into that good ol' trap of not realizing that we sort of became an organized civilization since we started eating meat. So, even though I am a meat eater because I just damn well like meat, I am going to drop some fucking science on this bitch and dispel some of the more common, obnoxious arguments against a meat-free lifestyle.
1) Argument: Humans evolved to have canines, and so you are meant to eat meat.
Rebuttal: Using the term "meant" indicates you do not know a fucking thing about evolution. Evolution does not replace God with Big Daddy Darwin sitting up on the clouds, directing the course of human biological progress. Yes, humans did evolve in order to eat meat. However, you ignore the fact that before we evolved to eat meat, we ate things we didn't need canines for. As such, arguing that humans are meant to eat meat is just as fallacious as arguing that humans were meant to NOT eat meat because we didn't hunt game initially, because they both ignore what evolution is: a progressive adaptation to a changing environment. Evolution is not an organized or deductive process, so it cannot "mean" for us to be anything. If the climate had never changed in Africa, we very well could forever have been tree monkeys who got their protein from chomping bugs.
2) Argument: Plants scream/feel pain/wish you were dead when you rip them up to eat them, so you're still a murderer.
Rebuttal: First, let's get the obvious out of the way: This is such a painfully self-indulgent argument that it's already obnoxious, but let's go ahead and delve into the actual science behind it. First, and most obviously, plants don't have brains. Without a brain, you don't have anything to coordinate a nervous system. So, unsurprisingly, plants don't have a nervous system. Without a nervous system, you don't have nerves. Without nerves, you can't feel pain. This is quite the simplification of the pain mechanism, but seriously, if someone has such a basic lack of understanding of biology that they can't make the connection between a nervous system and pain, they need the simplified version.
Now that the science is considered, let's look at the theoretical or philosophical ideas behind the argument. Yeah, in the very strictest sense you're still killing something to eat if you're eating vegetables. However, anyone even remotely interested in putting an argument like this forward has to concede that it's ridiculous to apply such stringent restrictions on eating, for very logical reasons. Here, I'll even make a syllogism for it.
If you want to stay alive, you need to eat.
You can't eat if you don't eat something that was once alive.
So, if you want to stay alive, you need to eat something that was once alive.
There. Aristotle approves! Heck, even Jainism, which is about the hippy-est religion ever and advocates not killing any living thing ever, is a vegetarian religion because they get that you still have to eat something. Still, some people adhere to a strict fruitarian diet because they believe plants can, on some spiritual level, feel pain, and as a result only eat their fruits. Good on 'em, I guess, if they really want to take it that far. However if someone wants to put forth the original argument, I hope they're a fruitarian, or they're just being wanky assholes.
3) Argument: Vegetarianism/veganism is inherently priveleged and therefore wrong because billions of people around the world are too poor to have that choice.
Rebuttal: This kind of argument is essentially constructed specifically to prey on the guilt that someone who has a veg/vegan lifestyle assumably already possesses. You know what I mean: a vegan or vegetarian is likely someone of a liberal bent, who is probably concerned about the world's poor and all that. How do you not only make them feel bad but also make yourself feel good about your superior argumentation skillz? Make 'em feel like shitheads! For that reason it's already a bad argument because it's effectively a personal attack, but on a more philosophical level, it also assumes that the only way to do good for the rest of humanity is to live on the same socio-economic level as them. Personally, I consider this a ridiculous oversimplification of the matter and is invalid simply because there's no single right way to be compassionate about the plight of other people. This is one of those arguments that is hard to have a rebuttal against because the argument already makes so little sense. It's like saying, how dare you not stick your face in front of your exhaust pipe every day! Don't you know that millions of people in China live in a polluted environment?! You're so priveleged!
Plus, I'd love to know if the people who make this argument lift a finger themselves to do anything for those starving masses. Hypocrisy might not invalidate an argument, but when the argument is already bad, it sure makes you look like an asshole.
4) Argument: Vegetarianism/veganism is bad because you are inherently refusing to eat certain cultural cuisines, which is rude and/or as bad as being racist.
Rebuttal: Shut up. Seriously, just shut up. That's just fucking stupid.
In case you hadn't noticed, my boss isn't in and I don't have much to do. :) |
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| To all the haters: |
[Nov. 5th, 2008|11:09 am] |
I have to get something off of my chest.
I'm going to preface this with saying that I don't really count myself as a liberal, nor as a conservative, and I'd rather swallow molten lead than say I'm a libertarian. I just believe in common sense and equality and my political beliefs extend out from there. As a result, I'm not a big crazy Obamaniac and I don't think he's the second coming of Christ or anything like that. However, I voted for him. I'm happy I did. I'm also very happy that he won, because I think it's a big deal and I am proud to be a part of such a historical moment. Apparently, some people have a problem with me being happy, however. Allow me to explain myself.
In the past eight years, I've seen a lot of things.
I've seen thousands of Americans die because of hatred spawned by failed conservative international policy and the incompetent domestic security policies of a milquetoast president.
I've seen a rare moment of international unity, a moment when the world could have been united against the armies of fear and hatred, squandered in favor of cynical political gain.
I've seen a military action that I believe was right and just, the invasion of Afghanistan, turn into a hushed subject that we don't talk about because our government had bigger fish to fry.
I've seen our military committed to a war that was waged for absolutely no other reason than financial gain for an elite cadre of robber barons.
I've seen our civil rights bastardized in the name of fearmongering, treated like an inconvenience in the face of an increasingly authoritarian agenda constructed by a Machiavellian group of mad kings.
I've seen a good man, a smart man, Al Gore, torn in half by the media because they chose to portray him as made of wood, in favor of a bumbling idiot who couldn't put two sentences together without a verbal gaffe.
I've seen another good man, a man who really made me excited to vote again, Howard Dean, roasted on a spit by the media because he had the audacity to be passionate about his supporters.
I've seen two elections turn into counting coups, one of which was so close you couldn't fit a credit card between the results, and seen that election declared a mandate.
Most importantly, I've seen my close friends, people who mean the world to me, crestfallen as they lost faith in the country they live in.
Eight years is a long time to be miserable.
Last night, I saw something else. I saw a lot of things, in fact. I saw a man who used to be someone I admired, who allowed his corrupt party to beat his statement down into the ground, accept defeat with humility and grace and through doing so, give us all a look at what made him admirable in the first place. I saw a black man elected President of the United States of America after hundreds of years of senseless racial division. I saw a well-spoken, articulate, confident man espouse a message of optimism, addressed not only to the people who voted for him, but to the people who vilified him constantly.
And most importantly, I saw my friends have hope again. The people who mean the world to me feel they can look to the future with a cautious optimism that they didn't think they could have again. After eight years of seeing our country spiral downwards and not knowing if it would ever right its course and point back upwards, my friends and I feel like maybe, just maybe, it might happen.
If this somehow offends you, I am not apologetic. If you find it ridiculous, retarded, or stupid for your friends to finally be able to indulge in a moment of happiness, because just maybe there might be a light at this long, dark road we've been on, I will not cease to express my happiness. I am sorry that you are so cynical, but I choose to not be at this moment. Give us this moment. That's not much to ask. |
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[Nov. 4th, 2008|10:18 pm] |
Well, I won't say anything that anybody else on my friends list won't cover. However, I am thrilled to have the opportunity not only to have a hand in rejecting the last eight years of disastrous neoconservative oligarchy, but also in rejecting hundreds of years of racial division. I'm proud and happy tonight and I hope all of you are too. Even if it doesn't last, I think we all deserve a moment of optimism tonight.
I also respect McCain's decision to concede without argument and to deliver a sincere and humble speech. That was the McCain we had years ago, and I'm glad to see him back. |
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| Halloween. |
[Oct. 31st, 2008|10:00 am] |
Let the stupid begin! |
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| MY GOD, IT'S FULL OF STARS |
[Sep. 9th, 2008|01:23 pm] |
As most of you have probably heard by now from various sources, the Large Hadron Collider in Switzerland is going to be fired up tomorrow. They'll be putting the first beams through it then, but won't actually be colliding particles until October, so unless something really goes wrong, the purported existential threat to Earth won't materialize for another month.
Now, a lot of people are afraid of what will happen when this thing gets rolling. In the immortal words of some dead British guy, DON'T PANIC. The LHC will be conducting experiments in a controlled environment that nature itself conducts hundreds of thousands of times per day in our own atmosphere. The particle collisions will produce less energy than particles in the sunlight produce when they collide with particles in the sky. Furthermore, any potential black holes will be infinitesimally small and unable to attain self-propagating mass, thereby flickering out in a matter of nanoseconds, if even that long. Strangelets, the theoretical Ice-9 of particles which convert all matter they come into contact with into strange matter, are just that: theoretical. Finally, much to my dismay, the LHC is unlikely to experience a resonance cascade and open a dimensional portal to the Xen Border World and unleash armies of monsters onto Earth.
That said, if I'm wrong and the world does end, you know what's awesome? None of you will be able to hold it against me! Plus, call me morbid, but I personally find the possibility of destruction by a black hole due to mad science to be preferable to destruction by some asshole politician with his finger on the big red button. I can only hope that if a world-consuming black hole does come into existence, I'll have enough time to hop on a mailbox, doff my hat to the world, and fly over the event horizon whooping like Slim Pickens in Dr. Strangelove.
So, in the event we are all sucked into the void within the next month, see you on the other side, suckers! |
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[Aug. 25th, 2008|09:31 am] |
So apparently Nicky's idea for destroying me forever is to write me into one of his incoherent stories. I'm not really sure why I should feel threatened by this. I am fairly sure that the content of the story is going to be something like "grr blargh father fucker homo faggot raarrgh pathogen fuck fuck aiiehuhfuiahgaiohewg9 yt0." As it stands, the idea of taking revenge on me by writing a poorly-written story that nobody will read makes me think of this:
Because like Doctor Diablo, I'm sure Nicky is all about the motherfucking pussy, and doing... whatever it is you do to them.
Anyway, since repetition is the surest way to kill a good joke, this is the last I'm going to say about Mr. Jack Nicklaus. Let this testament to his blatant mental problems stand for all ages. |
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[Aug. 22nd, 2008|06:23 pm] |
Our dear friend Nicky Boy has been emailing ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) laparolaccia, and probably several other people who just deleted them, breathlessly telling her "his side" of the story. So I emailed him to ask him to stop. I am, as always, truly of the best intentions and in no way wanted to drive him crazy. :)
Me: Nicky me lad, can you please stop harassing my friends? None of them want to hear your delusions.
Him: How about this, let them hear the other side of the story before you tell them to hate my guts. Who said I was dellusional, there's three sides to every story. Yours, mine, and somewhere between there there is the truth. Quit acting like you own this city, why do I have this feeling that McKeeman had something involved with you relocating to Chicago. I am not a joke in Chicago, just someone like you pisses me off all the more being you're taking a massive piss on a city I called home. I dare you to start talking shit about me on the South Side.
Who said I was harassing your friends, I was just giving them my side so they can see the bigger picture. It's Nick or Nickolaus, not Nicky. Get that right off the back. Where you always this blonde bitch causing trouble. You pissed off a lot of writers by taking a crap on that book. Chicago isn't your home asshole, and I am not about to let you make me look like the asshole in my hometown. They heard your side to make me look like a piece of white trash, now they are about to hear the truth. It's bad enough you became buddies with the community troll. You made a lot of rookie mistakes by pissing on someone's home.
Me: Dear Jack Nicklaus,
I've never "told anyone to hate your guts." Anyone who does has done so all on their own. Besides, I don't really think anyone actually hates your guts. You're far too fun to laugh at. Sadly, Nicky my lad, you are a joke. Did you know that people walk up to me at clubs and ask if you're retarded or just crazy? It's true! I tell them I have no idea, but I'm sure you're a wonderful person when you've been properly medicated. See how nice I am?
Heck, I'm so nice that I've actually made you MORE FAMOUS than you were before our little love affair began! People from all over the country, nay, the WORLD ask me what the fuck your problem is. You're known! Not for anything productive like writing, since we all know your writing is confusing at best and downright forebodingly awful at worst, but there's no such thing as bad publicity, right?
...well, maybe in this case there is. Oh well!
See, dealing with you is like looking out your window and finding that a retarded kid is standing in your front yard, yelling at your sprinkler. By all rights, you should call the kid's parents and have them take him home, but damned if it isn't just too fun to watch.
Predictably, him: Really you're the most malicious sack of shit I've ever came across and yes I am also known for being in Withersin Magazine -- unlike you who is just known for spinning things that don't belong to you. I dare you to say I suck to my face mother fucker. I really dare you to do that. You're going to e-mail my publishers to say not to run my work? I am sorry but I did get paid for my work. So do you have anything else to do than to smear my name around in a bad light. My work is published by a few magazines here and there -- I don't write for your audience. So you want to keep pissing me off.
Keep talking shit mother fucker, I am just looking for the right reason to knock you on your ass.
but then again they might end up tossing me in the pokey for knocking around a blonde bitch.
Your getting them to hate me like some malicious fuckstain. I dare you to talk half the shit you talk of me online to my face and around my real life friends.
Why the fuck don't you put your money where your mouth is -- you got the lulu.com account just to leave a malicious review, why the fuck don't you try and put an anthology out there. Draw the fucking guidelines up and publish the anthology, you got a fat fuck in your corner who likes to maliciously harass publishers to write for you. You're a fucking sad act -- people like you I took apart in that book too I've seen your kind and your kind makes me sick. You made me one of those people love to hate because I hate your guts. You like to talk shit online, for a loud mouthed fuckface.
You don't know exactly who you're messing with with you fucked with my name and reputation in Chicago. You really fucked with my reputation here little boy. If someone was to post up a few posters with the anthologies I appeared in, I think if they tossed them up in your neck of the woods it would piss you the hell off. All I did was give you a better reason to hate my guts, and you're out there smearing my name across the mud worst than the Encyclopedia Dramatica assholes already have. Making me more famous by hurting my sales; come on dickhole. I am going to find you out, and when you get found out -- you will get chased out. Want to try running me out of my state asshole. I wish you a lot of luck trying to get me tainted in Chicago because you're a sack of shit which should have stayed in the fag capitol of the states.
My god. I wish I was making this shit up. |
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