a place for everything, and everything in it's place...

okay, here's a list of the crap i've been imbibing lately...

books:
Dr. Bloodmoney- Philip K. Dick
more, i must have MORE! is my mind supposed to feel like alien brain waves are tearing it into tiny, bite sized chunks? cause thats exactly whats happening...
Burning Chrome-William Gibson
read Johnny Mnuemonic and you'll understand why industrial music is nowhere as cool as it should be. i want a killing floor in my house...
Hellblazer, Hard Times- Brian Azzarello
poor guy. he has the entire comics industry to save resting heavily on his shoulders. thank gods he is the man who will do it.
Hellboy, Weird Tales- Misc.
okay, i get it. the other guys can write about HB too. Mike, baby, just gimee a little more from the mind of the main man. please...?
Wanted
FINNISH THE FUCKING STORY!

music:
Joy Division-Permanent
get this goddam album! your life may very well depend on it... the man is made of PAIN.
Nomeansno-Why Do They Call Me Mr. Happy?
angry canadians... need i say more? and i found a nomeansno button while listening to them on the street in the HAIGHT. if that isn't fate, i don't know what is...
Handsome Boy Modelling School-White People
anyone with the class to work with Mike Patton is a friend of mine...
White Stripes- Elephant and White Blood Cells
guh... music so good it makes my pants too small.

movies:
Dawn of the Dead
kill my zombie posse, kill.
Chronicles of Riddick
eff you. i liked the freakin' flick.
Club Dread
see above comment...
The Machinist
what an ugly film. i love ugly...
Saw
white knuckled the entire time. and somebody was crushing my hand in fear. good fear.
Ju On
white kids are fucking scary!

well, there you go. my list. i'm sure i'll have more soon. if'n you got anything to add, or to recommend let me know. i'm always in the market. but if it sucks, i'll skewer you with mockery...
smootches!

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well, i am now a barback. i help the 'tenders keep thier shit stocked and cold. and i get tips out of it. werd. looks like i'll be working this saturday at a new space for club type stuff, at a rave.
i hate ravers. candy necklace, plastic jewelry, baggy panted shits. bu it'll be good cash. 5:30 till 4 in the morning... fun. i'm old, but it think i can make it. wish me luck, and hope my hip doesn't go out on me....

baby, i got your money...

the Dirt Dog is gone... no more shall we join under the banner of big baby jesus. Old Dirty Bastard is dead. long live Dirt McGirt!
tonight i will cry bloody tears, and dry my eyes with foodstamps.
goodnight, sweet prince.