You are an evil, bitter clown.
You lurk in the closets of children waiting to
eat their souls. Empty of life and hungering for the
blood of the living, you wait in sleepless rage to
suck the life from the innocent.
Take the What Evil Clown are You?
quiz from Fringehead Industries!
Faces along the bar
Cling to their average day:
The lights must never go out,
The music must always play,
All the conventions conspire
To make this fort assume
The furniture of home;
Lest we should see where we are,
Lost in a haunted wood,
Children afraid of the night
Who have never been happy or good.
— W.H. Auden
I can’t go on; I’ll go on; I can’t go on.
— Samuel Beckett
Character is psychosis.
— Otto Rank
Love again: wanking at ten past three
(Surely he’s taken her home by now?),
The bedroom hot as a bakery,
The drink gone dead, without showing how
To meet tomorrow, and afterwards,
And the usual pain, like dysentery.
Someone else feeling her breasts and cunt,
Someone else drowned in that lash-wide stare,
And me supposed to be ignorant,
Or find it funny, or not to care,
Even … but why put it into words?
Isolate rather this element
That spreads through other lives like a tree
And sways them on in a sort of sense
And say why it never worked for me.
Something to do with violence
A long way back, and wrong rewards,
And arrogant eternity.
— Philip Larkin
We have dealt no great blow to the Devil by renaming him “neurosis”.
— Carl Jung
Having acquired the archives of the late lamented diedrichstable website, I present a selection of some of my favorites. A few of the pictures make no sense if you don’t know the people involved, but I feel that the entire Interweb should be able to enjoy the Queen of Foil, a Shneezwerg, one drunk-ass Tigger, the only Leisuretown cake every produced to my knowledge, and our favorite Christian Yuppie Couple sucking on an alcohol-soaked tampon.
zebulon_y, are you still burpin’ up scrapple?
I am at the Old Guy Table at D’s. Please kill me, or send pretty girls.
Woke up early, which I seem to do lately even if I’ve been carousing. Spent most of the day doing computer housekeeping and playing with the cat, drinking coffee, and enjoying the beautiful post-rain weather.
I completely upgraded iggy to new apache+perl+php+mod_ssl setup which is making your eyes glaze over but trust me it’s good.
The kids who came by trick or treating in my neighborhood were all incredibly nice. Mostly cute, too; tiny 2 year olds in frog suits, etc. I was very amused by the 12-13 year old boy in the Slipknot costume though, and a bit worried by the 9 year old girls in USC Cheerleader outfits.
Language is a virus from outer space.
you are either a record nerd or not a scenester at
all. you are the coolest of the bunch. bravo,
dude.
what type of lame scenester are you?
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In my usual half-assed yet hospital fashion I had people over this evening. Some people dressed up (well!) and others didn’t. I can never tell if anyone else is having a good time because I am amped up, stressed out, and verb preposition in a number of ways.
Jesus, a bloody bride, Lara Croft, two military men and at least two movie characters, and a tinfoil hat showed up.
The end of the night, like the end of all my nights, was a Diedrichs cup with lipstick on it.
Do you believe in the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown? I don’t. I’ve been through football season, and Lucy always pulls the football away.
The pie was damned good. Go Bethya.
Hils wins costume contest.
I got a rock.
The trader joe’s is full of pissed off yuppie witches in Nikes.
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“He’s icky!!”
For those not residing in my locality, Bree is your typical Magick-obsessed transgendered grocery store bagger. She’s really nice but will pin you to the wall and discuss Aleister Crowley at you until your eyes bleed. All is the One and the One is One of the All and Evil is Good is Evil is Cheetos. Blaaaaaar.
Since I have a full set of bizarre, irrational ideas about the world I make great efforts to be tolerant. However, sometimes other peoples’ ideas about the universe are.. well… fluffy?
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