Sunday 16 September 2012

that pervert therapist

Yo, just woke up, its overcast, QOTSA blasting, getting around to recording soon, drums will be added when Mr Martini is out of hospital (he had a stroke) , kinda sounds like melvins meets fu manchu and maybe some doo wop, we'll see.
Nihilism, the belief in nothing, I believe in nothing most days, some days Im into zen, some days Im into nothing. Had the same reoccuring nightmare last night ive had since I was about 3, kermit the frog tries to root my sister, he gets decapitated and Im stuck in the washing machine, I should really ask Reks wot it means, she's a psyciatrist, not one of those lamo child molesting both-a-sexual psycolojists that claim theyre a psyciatrist and try to bum u & wont shut up about jesus, like that Ron  weirdo who tried to hump me, he bears a strikeing resemblance to the pervert who's number 1 on the FBI's most wanted, hope he gets castrated too, if any FBI agents read this... sssh he shouldnt be too hard to catch, he works in mental health on the south east coast of NSW, anyway if he doesnt get busted I urge anybody who gets sexually harrassed by him (even hugged) to knee him in the balls, or any pervert for that matter, anyway im off topic. gonads.
Heres some of my favourite werds: Vagina, Gonads, cunt, dogface, malifluous, cornucopia, Satan, Jesseism, panama, dog shit, mangina, vadjee, kama sutra, legion, apocalypse, root, sprung, serendipitus.... fuck.

Monday 3 September 2012

feces, no one likes a snitch.....

Today as I walked from my trailer home, to the post box I glanced down the hill, & .... (dum dum da dee dum) saw the dreaded 'shit sucker', a poorly designed sewerage removal truck, with a giant pump, poorly designed as in: U get a fine layer of methane in the air for a three hundred square meter radius, it stinks, it sticks to yer clothes, ur teef, godang methane every where.... faeces seems to be a reoccuring theme in this blog, very well indeed, wot else is my blog but an excuse to talk shit?
off topic: wot would U do?... when ur best girl gets seduced by a manwhore who chestrates, car break downs, rape fantasies, plays hero, steals love letters, love song mix tapes? weirdo.
back on topic: the shit sucker reminds me of weens invention, the shit mister, it sprays a layer of shit on the whole audience. It also reminds me how the fuzz ( not the rad 60's rock band, one of their many copy cat bands (in name only) failed and continue to fail Mike Patton (aka Mr Poo Poo) 's loyalty tests, they narked, they complained, they called security, they suck. They also failed Antwan the swans loyalty test, this was after ina drunken haze, danny apologised to keidis and made up with him, (not made out) cos lifes too short to make enemys, just enemas, anyways we was in LA, and they failed the test. the lesson, no one likes a snitch. peace out, one love Xox DoNkEy CoCk!