http://www.twitpic.com/ab424
Yeah, uh the sexy boy eating brains to promote his birthday party killed a guy with a hammer and then poured Draino down his throat n taped his mouth shut to stop the corpse smell from spreading through the apt. while they were clubbing. When they couldn't stop the smell with ice and bleach they cut his legs off n threw him in the Hudson and this wasn’t a “murder” it was “manslaughter”.
There was another white dude - Durst - whose fam owns half of midtown and he cut off someones head and got manslaughter and that was for the THIRD murder he was suspected and blatantly guilty of! Oh yeah!! And the Central Park Jogger boys were innocent and manipulated into confessing by the NYPD who said that this crime had no remarkable details like her shirt being used to tie her arm across her gouged almost blinded eyes just like another woman who was attacked near the park but the boys weren't charged with that cause they found that guy who later - 13 years later - confessed to the crime they had served their full sentences for 5-10 and 5-15 for the 14 to 16 year olds.
Donald Trump took out a full page ad calling for the death penalty to be reinstated so him n Pataki could roast marshmallows over their burning fucking flesh while Michael Alig n another tweaker looser got 10-20 for hammer murder, keeping the body in the tub covered in ice and bleach while partying then cutting his legs off and dumping him in the Hudson AND THEN promoting a Hammer Murder Legs Cut Off Buckets of Blood Brains Eating Birthday Party which *to me* implies a slight lack of remorse and maybe a touch of pathology but I'm no doctor or juror or judge or lawyer or Donald Trump.
I think OJ was guilty but this is why people cheered, it was that we have at least achieved Equality in Injustice. The hope that a rich black man could dismember folks for a small fee just like a white one was proof of social evolution in America.
THAT *my friends* is the American Dream. Fuck Punctuation. Fuck Michael Alig. Fuck the NYPD who still employs some of those pigs that set up those boys up and stole their youth and called it justice for New Yorkers and Fuck these people whose hearts and minds are filled with fucking twinkie cream and celebrate people like Michael Alig who I can’t believe hasn’t had his internal organs fucked out him in jail yet– oh yeah, we’re paying to keep him protective custody.
Who What America?? Ga.. Bluuh.. Gu... Blee...
GOD BLESS ANGEL!! That's it! God Bless Angel
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Monday, May 18, 2009
EAT SHIT AND DIE
The Shit Eating Revolution
During an interview I heard with the author of Parasite Rex http://www.thisamericanlife.org/Radio_Episode.aspx?sched=1049 he described a creature that in an effort to make its way into a sheeps stomach it would first infect an ant. This ant would then be driven by an irresistible urge to climb to the top of a blade of grass. That is the affect of the parasite – an urge to climb to the top of a blade of grass. The ant is a vehicle used by the parasite to get in grazing range of its desired destination – the sheep. How does the parasite know about the sheep and its grazing habits and how did it acquire the intelligence to develop the Ant Offensive strategy? How often in nature or reality is the best route sometimes a seemingly irrelevant digression?
Star Date: Black Brooklyn * Early 90’s * Winter
On a break from a session with the legendary and much missed Mike Music http://www.80svideos.tv/play.php?vid=619 Doc and I hustled around the corner to the bulletproofchinese. Surrounded by a maze of brown brick project buildings that completely filled the view through the window we waited in the greasy tableandchairless cell for our “food”. It’s a curious feeling buying food and then eating food prepared by people with whom you communicate through bullet proof plexi because they can’t trust you. It’s like sucking a dick that’s sticking out through a hole in a wall and swallowing and paying and everything.
We stopped at the bodega on the way back. On the counter was a hot box filled with fried back fat. In the back of the store at the end of dark brown and dusty shelving randomly scattered with dusty boxes and cans twinkling like a lost handful of treasure, .there were rows and rows of festively colored fluids Brighter than magic markers in clear bottles with labels as wildly colorful. Tropical Fantasy .
The winning continues as the price is revealed – it’s a mere fraction of coke or pepsi. This particular episode of Too Good 2B True - FantasyTreasureSoda escalates in the 90’s with a rumor about how Tropical Fantasy soda would sterilize young black men but what it actually does is way worse. http://www.snopes.com/racial/business/tropical.asp http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmed/7965420
http://dprogram.net/2009/01/27/videodr-russell-blaylock-nutrition-and-behavior-aspartame-msg/
About 8 years ago I was chatting with… someone … and was told that some of The Black Panthers were gardening and I really didn’t get the significance of that at all.
Ever eaten a syrup sandwich? Drank bulletproof “home made” iced tea? It’s a thin syrup with a Lohan-style rust stained lemon slice trapped inside like a mosquito in amber. It’s served in a large soup container with one straw and is cheaper than water.
The tobacco here is sweetened and grape flavored.
The Lynch speech passed into the veins of the culture because it was a crisply distilled illustration of the destruction caused by distractions provocatively delivered as a method by an irresistible villain, a slave owning philosopher. However fictitious the circumstances of the speech, the sameness that the Lynch master strategy bares to the marketing of foods that deteriorate the eaters ability to rationalize or feel peaceful walks like a duck and quacks like a duck. It could insult a mind into opening and should be regarded as the greatest work of poetic terrorism ever. The writer made the acceptance of each other the force that would most affectively undermine a management strategy and placed this philosophy in history as a fact so a better reality could be legitimately built on that foundation. http://web.archive.org/web/20070814182601/http:/www.jelanicobb.com/portfolio/willie_lynch_is_dead.html It’s better than real.
I remember watching a talk show where 2 black sisters battled it out over the “whiteness” of one and the extra black bamboo earrings black sister was ridiculing the Crackerlicious one for not being up on “black” trends but very with “white” ones like always feeding her kids “Veggies! Veggies! Veggies!”. She waved her hands around making air quotes and turning her mouth down and was rolling her terrible eyes and gnashing her terrible teeth to emphasizes how wicketey-wack this was of her wha-wha-white wannabe embarrassment of a sister. They both had dark brown skin and pin straight hair. http://www.foodsystemsnyc.org/node/108 It’s a devastating misuse of dedication and commitment, like being a Diet Crip and displaying the valor of Soldierhood for all the wrong reasons. Like how it’s interesting that the lure of service is often money for college which puts the most dedicated and willing to earn members of certain communities neatly together side by side on the frontlines.
I have to admit that the Golden Rice food aid product has evolved and no longer can give the optionless eater an eerily AIDS-like resistance to antibiotics maybe but it could still give you cancer or make you sterile maybe.
Maybe.
Good thing that Tufts University in Boston has admitted to testing this genetically modified “food” on children, arguably a violation of the “the Nuremberg Code of Ethics brought in at the end of the Second World War to prevent any repetition of the experiments conducted by Nazi scientists including many on children.” http://www.i-sis.org.uk/goldenRiceScandal.php Maybe. And too bad there’s “plenty of alternative, infinitely cheaper sources of vitamin A or pro-Vitamin A, such as green vegetables and unpolished coloured rice (especially black and purple varieties [11], which would be rich in other essential vitamins and minerals, and hence much more nutritious.” http://www.organicconsumers.org/articles/article_17271.cfm
Maybe.
Oh… wait….Wha…?
http://uk.reuters.com/article/tnBasicIndustries-SP/idUKN1337919020090513
During an interview I heard with the author of Parasite Rex http://www.thisamericanlife.org/Radio_Episode.aspx?sched=1049 he described a creature that in an effort to make its way into a sheeps stomach it would first infect an ant. This ant would then be driven by an irresistible urge to climb to the top of a blade of grass. That is the affect of the parasite – an urge to climb to the top of a blade of grass. The ant is a vehicle used by the parasite to get in grazing range of its desired destination – the sheep. How does the parasite know about the sheep and its grazing habits and how did it acquire the intelligence to develop the Ant Offensive strategy? How often in nature or reality is the best route sometimes a seemingly irrelevant digression?
Star Date: Black Brooklyn * Early 90’s * Winter
On a break from a session with the legendary and much missed Mike Music http://www.80svideos.tv/play.php?vid=619 Doc and I hustled around the corner to the bulletproofchinese. Surrounded by a maze of brown brick project buildings that completely filled the view through the window we waited in the greasy tableandchairless cell for our “food”. It’s a curious feeling buying food and then eating food prepared by people with whom you communicate through bullet proof plexi because they can’t trust you. It’s like sucking a dick that’s sticking out through a hole in a wall and swallowing and paying and everything.
We stopped at the bodega on the way back. On the counter was a hot box filled with fried back fat. In the back of the store at the end of dark brown and dusty shelving randomly scattered with dusty boxes and cans twinkling like a lost handful of treasure, .there were rows and rows of festively colored fluids Brighter than magic markers in clear bottles with labels as wildly colorful. Tropical Fantasy .
The winning continues as the price is revealed – it’s a mere fraction of coke or pepsi. This particular episode of Too Good 2B True - FantasyTreasureSoda escalates in the 90’s with a rumor about how Tropical Fantasy soda would sterilize young black men but what it actually does is way worse. http://www.snopes.com/racial/business/tropical.asp http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmed/7965420
http://dprogram.net/2009/01/27/videodr-russell-blaylock-nutrition-and-behavior-aspartame-msg/
About 8 years ago I was chatting with… someone … and was told that some of The Black Panthers were gardening and I really didn’t get the significance of that at all.
Ever eaten a syrup sandwich? Drank bulletproof “home made” iced tea? It’s a thin syrup with a Lohan-style rust stained lemon slice trapped inside like a mosquito in amber. It’s served in a large soup container with one straw and is cheaper than water.
The tobacco here is sweetened and grape flavored.
The Lynch speech passed into the veins of the culture because it was a crisply distilled illustration of the destruction caused by distractions provocatively delivered as a method by an irresistible villain, a slave owning philosopher. However fictitious the circumstances of the speech, the sameness that the Lynch master strategy bares to the marketing of foods that deteriorate the eaters ability to rationalize or feel peaceful walks like a duck and quacks like a duck. It could insult a mind into opening and should be regarded as the greatest work of poetic terrorism ever. The writer made the acceptance of each other the force that would most affectively undermine a management strategy and placed this philosophy in history as a fact so a better reality could be legitimately built on that foundation. http://web.archive.org/web/20070814182601/http:/www.jelanicobb.com/portfolio/willie_lynch_is_dead.html It’s better than real.
I remember watching a talk show where 2 black sisters battled it out over the “whiteness” of one and the extra black bamboo earrings black sister was ridiculing the Crackerlicious one for not being up on “black” trends but very with “white” ones like always feeding her kids “Veggies! Veggies! Veggies!”. She waved her hands around making air quotes and turning her mouth down and was rolling her terrible eyes and gnashing her terrible teeth to emphasizes how wicketey-wack this was of her wha-wha-white wannabe embarrassment of a sister. They both had dark brown skin and pin straight hair. http://www.foodsystemsnyc.org/node/108 It’s a devastating misuse of dedication and commitment, like being a Diet Crip and displaying the valor of Soldierhood for all the wrong reasons. Like how it’s interesting that the lure of service is often money for college which puts the most dedicated and willing to earn members of certain communities neatly together side by side on the frontlines.
I have to admit that the Golden Rice food aid product has evolved and no longer can give the optionless eater an eerily AIDS-like resistance to antibiotics maybe but it could still give you cancer or make you sterile maybe.
Maybe.
Good thing that Tufts University in Boston has admitted to testing this genetically modified “food” on children, arguably a violation of the “the Nuremberg Code of Ethics brought in at the end of the Second World War to prevent any repetition of the experiments conducted by Nazi scientists including many on children.” http://www.i-sis.org.uk/goldenRiceScandal.php Maybe. And too bad there’s “plenty of alternative, infinitely cheaper sources of vitamin A or pro-Vitamin A, such as green vegetables and unpolished coloured rice (especially black and purple varieties [11], which would be rich in other essential vitamins and minerals, and hence much more nutritious.” http://www.organicconsumers.org/articles/article_17271.cfm
Maybe.
Oh… wait….Wha…?
http://uk.reuters.com/article/tnBasicIndustries-SP/idUKN1337919020090513
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Oprah is FUCKED
Coming up, it’s a deadly game any child can play and if yours is playing you would never know it. Why parents need to be afraid. – Oprah *emphasis not added
Oprah’s life story is unusually tragic and unusually eventful. Oprah’s story makes Oliver Twist look like The Hills. She was moved all over the place (blahDemiMooreblah) if I’m not mistaken she was left to sleep on the porch during her stay somewhere (notsoblah)
And there was rape and sexual abuse and abandonment and hurtness and perversion of every kind and this is all truly tragic but as many of you know it only gets way fucking worse.
Way way way worse.
Like, her baby only lived for 2 weeks worse and she was only 14 worse. Like “Holy Hell!” What the Fuck?” “Hide your eyes!” bad worse sad awful fucked..
To this day she has no family of her own. She is a woman drowning in the service of assistants and producers and cooks and trainers all of whom MUST remain professional and accommodating and liked by Oprah as they please her which seals her more tightly in her tiny bubble that is clearly squeezing the sense out of her fucking head and she has no family to shame it back in.
Remember the season she "sang" her show opening? Like where's Simon Cowel when you need him? Or The Sandman from the Apollo? Or Casey Anthony and her chloroform?
See? Pretty fucking bothersome right? Just droping that in there like that.
I still picture a white haired woman standing in a shady spot next to hot sunlit brick wall, the kind at any public park bathroom setup. I imagine that she’s planning dinner or concerning herself with something practical while she waits for her grandson to hurry up and come out of the bathroom. I can imagine that she hopes he’ll wash his hands but he’s ten and probably won’t.
Neither of them thought at all about the guy who walked into the bathroom and then out again.
Even after she called in and her grandson didn’t answer she probably didn’t think about the guy who just went in and then came out again. She probably thought he was playing around with something. Maybe he is playing a joke, my kid loves playing jokes. Maybe his burger was getting colder while she grew more annoyed.
I’ll bet that even after the first few seconds of being confronted with the site of her 10 year old grandson lying on the wet and dirty bathroom floor with his throat cut she probably still didn’t think that what she was seeing – her dead grandson lying on the floor with his throat slit from ear to ear – she probably didn’t think that that is what she could possibly actually be seeing. This thought probably still couldn't have been dragged across her mind even as she witnessed it.
I didn’t even see this Oprah Show but I still see these moments in my imagination because after my son was born and my heart became as raw and sensitive to his preciousness my as sucked and gnashed nipples, which would begin to drip just as he was about to wake up, were to his hunger, my mother told me this story.
Even if I could forget SHE continues to haunt me with it.
This wretched devil seems to have remained hunched on her shoulders, mumbling in her ear, compelling her to remind me that my son could be randomly slashed down at any moment by anyone without warning and that really any parental peace is the illusory brightness of the eye of a storm which will inevitably push over you and thrash you when they drown in the tub or… Cracking your bones and Shattering your teeth when they are diagnosed with autism which you may have dosed them with via vaccines which *of course* are the only barrier between your child and death from a multitude of other things or … the broken bones and shattered teeth together will cut you up, poking through cheeks and thighs, dripping with catsup when you find out that they were being ass fucked by the coach or sniffing crystal blah blah blah… Even though you did your silly little best it could happen – you NEED TO fear this.
About Kids
Your child will inform you of the one appropriate posture for a parent - Humbled.
If there is something you don’t know your child will find out first.
If there is a foul habit you have unsuccessfully begged God to purge from your soul your child will manifest it and you will see them suffer for your failure which can be something like the last scene in The Devil and Miss Jones sorta cause, ya know, kids don’t always listen.
In the movie The Never Ending Story, Atrau, kid hero on a mission who must defeat many symbolic obstacles, is confronted by these mirrors that have sent the worlds bravest warriors screaming in retreat. The image these symbolic mirrors reflected was the true self of the person looking in. My big fat genius idea was that these mirrors represented the view children have of their parents.
The Unpolished Truth.
Then the transformative part is that, not only will they expose what’s awful and love the shit out of you anyway but they will also insist that you face everything special and magical about yourself that you have not been living up to, which can be even more searing. This love is unique and authentic to only your own children.
No other person and certainly no fucking dog will ever depend on you so utterly and be so undeniably justified in their demands and as helpless without you as you are without them.
Does Oprah really fucking think that you could learn so much from her silly ass TVSHOW that you could avoid making the really big mistakes that keep your child free from all dings and murder? Or does she knowingly suggest this just to brazenly exploit how raw and open a parents love is and how easy it is to arouse parental concern and parental curiosity and parental prayer in an effort to get you to watch her silly little television program?
Does she not have any connection to that feeling at all because she never raised a child or does she completely know this feeling because she had a baby who I am sure she loved and her baby did actually die? I really have to wonder if it’s revenge or just innocently pathological.
I’m just suggesting that she’s no better or no worse than Howard Stern. He openly celebrates the fact that he can now, thanks to fame and fortune, abuse and humiliate the kind of beautiful sexy hot babes who had previously ignored him and call it entertainment.
Could it really be possible that she has, thanks to fame and fortune,shed all of the behaviors and emotional maladjustments of such a ferocious childhood?
Is it possible that when she growls over murder movie music that coming up next, after the commercials, if you continue to watch her show she will tell you in graphically gory detail about every parents nightmare, a game that could kill your child and they could be playing and you would never know so you “NEED TO BE AFRAID” enough to come back after this short commercial break that she’s really being nice?
Parents “NEED TO BE AFRAID”. Not even “will be” is enough! You “NEED TO” feel fear if you are what…? A good person? A decent mom? As smart as Oprah?
Oprah knows that “PARENTS NEED TO BE AFRAID” but do you think she would she let a white person preach on what black people “NEED TO BE”? Or a man assert what women”NEED TO BE”? I don’t even think Oprah would allow a skinny woman suggest she knows what a fat one “NEED TO BE”. I “NEED TO ” wear the Pashmina and I “NEED TO” feel afraid.
I do feel afraid. I feel afraid of Oprah. And I feel afraid for the seemingly chronically molested students in her African NEVERLAND Academy because they are in a school being run by a narcissistic television personality which is highly inappropriate for an educational institution other than maybe VH1’s Charm School where at least the students are willingly promiscuous and well paid adults.
I feel more afraid for them than I feel afraid that my son will have his throat slit in a public bathroom.
.
Oprah’s life story is unusually tragic and unusually eventful. Oprah’s story makes Oliver Twist look like The Hills. She was moved all over the place (blahDemiMooreblah) if I’m not mistaken she was left to sleep on the porch during her stay somewhere (notsoblah)
And there was rape and sexual abuse and abandonment and hurtness and perversion of every kind and this is all truly tragic but as many of you know it only gets way fucking worse.
Way way way worse.
Like, her baby only lived for 2 weeks worse and she was only 14 worse. Like “Holy Hell!” What the Fuck?” “Hide your eyes!” bad worse sad awful fucked..
To this day she has no family of her own. She is a woman drowning in the service of assistants and producers and cooks and trainers all of whom MUST remain professional and accommodating and liked by Oprah as they please her which seals her more tightly in her tiny bubble that is clearly squeezing the sense out of her fucking head and she has no family to shame it back in.
Remember the season she "sang" her show opening? Like where's Simon Cowel when you need him? Or The Sandman from the Apollo? Or Casey Anthony and her chloroform?
See? Pretty fucking bothersome right? Just droping that in there like that.
I still picture a white haired woman standing in a shady spot next to hot sunlit brick wall, the kind at any public park bathroom setup. I imagine that she’s planning dinner or concerning herself with something practical while she waits for her grandson to hurry up and come out of the bathroom. I can imagine that she hopes he’ll wash his hands but he’s ten and probably won’t.
Neither of them thought at all about the guy who walked into the bathroom and then out again.
Even after she called in and her grandson didn’t answer she probably didn’t think about the guy who just went in and then came out again. She probably thought he was playing around with something. Maybe he is playing a joke, my kid loves playing jokes. Maybe his burger was getting colder while she grew more annoyed.
I’ll bet that even after the first few seconds of being confronted with the site of her 10 year old grandson lying on the wet and dirty bathroom floor with his throat cut she probably still didn’t think that what she was seeing – her dead grandson lying on the floor with his throat slit from ear to ear – she probably didn’t think that that is what she could possibly actually be seeing. This thought probably still couldn't have been dragged across her mind even as she witnessed it.
I didn’t even see this Oprah Show but I still see these moments in my imagination because after my son was born and my heart became as raw and sensitive to his preciousness my as sucked and gnashed nipples, which would begin to drip just as he was about to wake up, were to his hunger, my mother told me this story.
Even if I could forget SHE continues to haunt me with it.
This wretched devil seems to have remained hunched on her shoulders, mumbling in her ear, compelling her to remind me that my son could be randomly slashed down at any moment by anyone without warning and that really any parental peace is the illusory brightness of the eye of a storm which will inevitably push over you and thrash you when they drown in the tub or… Cracking your bones and Shattering your teeth when they are diagnosed with autism which you may have dosed them with via vaccines which *of course* are the only barrier between your child and death from a multitude of other things or … the broken bones and shattered teeth together will cut you up, poking through cheeks and thighs, dripping with catsup when you find out that they were being ass fucked by the coach or sniffing crystal blah blah blah… Even though you did your silly little best it could happen – you NEED TO fear this.
About Kids
Your child will inform you of the one appropriate posture for a parent - Humbled.
If there is something you don’t know your child will find out first.
If there is a foul habit you have unsuccessfully begged God to purge from your soul your child will manifest it and you will see them suffer for your failure which can be something like the last scene in The Devil and Miss Jones sorta cause, ya know, kids don’t always listen.
In the movie The Never Ending Story, Atrau, kid hero on a mission who must defeat many symbolic obstacles, is confronted by these mirrors that have sent the worlds bravest warriors screaming in retreat. The image these symbolic mirrors reflected was the true self of the person looking in. My big fat genius idea was that these mirrors represented the view children have of their parents.
The Unpolished Truth.
Then the transformative part is that, not only will they expose what’s awful and love the shit out of you anyway but they will also insist that you face everything special and magical about yourself that you have not been living up to, which can be even more searing. This love is unique and authentic to only your own children.
No other person and certainly no fucking dog will ever depend on you so utterly and be so undeniably justified in their demands and as helpless without you as you are without them.
Does Oprah really fucking think that you could learn so much from her silly ass TVSHOW that you could avoid making the really big mistakes that keep your child free from all dings and murder? Or does she knowingly suggest this just to brazenly exploit how raw and open a parents love is and how easy it is to arouse parental concern and parental curiosity and parental prayer in an effort to get you to watch her silly little television program?
Does she not have any connection to that feeling at all because she never raised a child or does she completely know this feeling because she had a baby who I am sure she loved and her baby did actually die? I really have to wonder if it’s revenge or just innocently pathological.
I’m just suggesting that she’s no better or no worse than Howard Stern. He openly celebrates the fact that he can now, thanks to fame and fortune, abuse and humiliate the kind of beautiful sexy hot babes who had previously ignored him and call it entertainment.
Could it really be possible that she has, thanks to fame and fortune,shed all of the behaviors and emotional maladjustments of such a ferocious childhood?
Is it possible that when she growls over murder movie music that coming up next, after the commercials, if you continue to watch her show she will tell you in graphically gory detail about every parents nightmare, a game that could kill your child and they could be playing and you would never know so you “NEED TO BE AFRAID” enough to come back after this short commercial break that she’s really being nice?
Parents “NEED TO BE AFRAID”. Not even “will be” is enough! You “NEED TO” feel fear if you are what…? A good person? A decent mom? As smart as Oprah?
Oprah knows that “PARENTS NEED TO BE AFRAID” but do you think she would she let a white person preach on what black people “NEED TO BE”? Or a man assert what women”NEED TO BE”? I don’t even think Oprah would allow a skinny woman suggest she knows what a fat one “NEED TO BE”. I “NEED TO ” wear the Pashmina and I “NEED TO” feel afraid.
I do feel afraid. I feel afraid of Oprah. And I feel afraid for the seemingly chronically molested students in her African NEVERLAND Academy because they are in a school being run by a narcissistic television personality which is highly inappropriate for an educational institution other than maybe VH1’s Charm School where at least the students are willingly promiscuous and well paid adults.
I feel more afraid for them than I feel afraid that my son will have his throat slit in a public bathroom.
.
Friday, April 3, 2009
HiManifesto Love,Vista 212
So... I wrote the book Solo Manifesto like 10 years ago and...
it made it around the world a bit and...uh...
then there were a couple of PowerPoint presentaions that were featured in a couple of documentaries like The Art of Love and Struggle which I refuse to watch and some shit put out by Sony France that edited my message to asswage thier interests so I won't even mention the fucking name *and it lead to my being robbed by the drug tweaked child of a civil rights icon which still burns my ass to this day* and...
uh...
then there was a show (it was called AMERICA LIVE! but that was too complicated for the fucking dirty hippies and trustfundcrustys that ran the place so they called it "america lives" which is stupid so i hate them) that opened 9-11-02 or 03 on 42cnd n Broadway in the window of a building that no longer exsists in Times Square with the BOOMBOOM chick and the bloody words that got shut down by the piggywiggys who would NOT come help my ass the night I got slimed with a BigGulp of Mount.Dew by a big group of teenage boys while installing the peice alone at like 3AM and a fat little cop told me - while tapping a Kool out of a softpack - that he was gonna go get lots of cops "like 10 12" cops and when Lil'RalphieKramden didn't come back with any cops I went directly to the copnest in the center of Times Square where they all laughed at my dripping stickyness and refused to even let me in to make a report - like blocked the fucking door AND I'M LITE SKINDEDEDedED and wouldn't let me in - but they were there in force to steal the speakers and shut down my show but !!HA !!it was clsoing night and they just saved me the time and trouble of dragging them inside where we were happy to just start smoking blunts n stuff right away... And...
a few nights "on the mic" downtown which were fun cause you get to drink for free and talk shit through a loud PA system and then people line up to get a chance to fuck you and... uh...
I guess...
now there is this "bloging" textualmasterbation thing so if I can hold my own attention there will finnally be more unedited misspelled headfiller cause we need more so here this is.
So... Hi.
Love- Vista
Comming SOON -
Oprah Is FUcked
Why does this tv personality who has never acctually lived in a decent family or raised a child or studied education feel so entitle to RUN SCHOOLS and make MOMS CRY
What IS REAL about our relationsip with ISRAEL.
Why are we so obligated to Israel? No really, Why? Why is even Bill "No-Free-Sex-Ever" Maher too pussy to risk offending Israel. No, really! I really wanna talk about this...
it made it around the world a bit and...uh...
then there were a couple of PowerPoint presentaions that were featured in a couple of documentaries like The Art of Love and Struggle which I refuse to watch and some shit put out by Sony France that edited my message to asswage thier interests so I won't even mention the fucking name *and it lead to my being robbed by the drug tweaked child of a civil rights icon which still burns my ass to this day* and...
uh...
then there was a show (it was called AMERICA LIVE! but that was too complicated for the fucking dirty hippies and trustfundcrustys that ran the place so they called it "america lives" which is stupid so i hate them) that opened 9-11-02 or 03 on 42cnd n Broadway in the window of a building that no longer exsists in Times Square with the BOOMBOOM chick and the bloody words that got shut down by the piggywiggys who would NOT come help my ass the night I got slimed with a BigGulp of Mount.Dew by a big group of teenage boys while installing the peice alone at like 3AM and a fat little cop told me - while tapping a Kool out of a softpack - that he was gonna go get lots of cops "like 10 12" cops and when Lil'RalphieKramden didn't come back with any cops I went directly to the copnest in the center of Times Square where they all laughed at my dripping stickyness and refused to even let me in to make a report - like blocked the fucking door AND I'M LITE SKINDEDEDedED and wouldn't let me in - but they were there in force to steal the speakers and shut down my show but !!HA !!it was clsoing night and they just saved me the time and trouble of dragging them inside where we were happy to just start smoking blunts n stuff right away... And...
a few nights "on the mic" downtown which were fun cause you get to drink for free and talk shit through a loud PA system and then people line up to get a chance to fuck you and... uh...
I guess...
now there is this "bloging" textualmasterbation thing so if I can hold my own attention there will finnally be more unedited misspelled headfiller cause we need more so here this is.
So... Hi.
Love- Vista
Comming SOON -
Oprah Is FUcked
Why does this tv personality who has never acctually lived in a decent family or raised a child or studied education feel so entitle to RUN SCHOOLS and make MOMS CRY
What IS REAL about our relationsip with ISRAEL.
Why are we so obligated to Israel? No really, Why? Why is even Bill "No-Free-Sex-Ever" Maher too pussy to risk offending Israel. No, really! I really wanna talk about this...
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