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i haven’t gotten a worried phone call from my mother yet, so i guess no one saw it on twitter: new ink

had i had known how painful sternum tattoos are i probably would have gone for some shorter word.

oil exec’s wife got hit by a pipe bomb sent to their house as a box of chocolates. there was a tv report on it, and it’s re this story, but the text doesn’t mention they’re oil execs.

in other news, being in the 2% that controlls 90% of the wealth doesn’t help in stopping bullets.

conversation snippets from my vicinity, provided without contexts:

“if it wasn’t for pity fucks, i’d get no pity at all”

“weaponize those hips and i could probably sell it to the pentagon”

“he’s just a piece of skin around her dick”

in other news, apparently my vicinity’s clever phrases apparently all sound sexual in nature.

things travel with things. when you are inspired, suddenly you see inspiration in everything

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“after all, what’s been missing in the European fight for socialism over the last 100 years, is the element of ‘madness’”

so remember the “pit of ultimate darkness” skits by the kids in the hall? the simon + manservant hecubus ones? the “pick a card, any card” “no!” “evil!” ones?

that’s sorta what visiting this gallery was like.

hey, there’s an art show coming to LA, it has paintings and prints by blake, crowley, anger, cameron, laffoley, and others. let’s check out their website

what’s this? a flash-only splash page? evil
the entire front page is images, no text? evil
the press release for the show is just a scan of the handout? evil
hours not listed anywhere on the site? evil
it’s on sunset blvd right by beverly hills? evil
once you get there, the only thing to mark it as the place you’re going to is small white print on the black glass doors? evil
absolutely no names, titles, or numbers description next to any painting? evil
programs hidden at the back of the gallery? evil
program not containing anything but author names, titles, and mediums of paintings? evil
no way to link which painting is which in the program other than by guesstimating position from ones you recognize? evil
actually displaying crowley’s slightly kindergardenish painting skills? evil
yes indeed. yesterday i looked into the face of evil, and it was slightly confusing and inconvenient.

and for those (like me) who wondered how laffoley gets text onto his painting-like things, he uses sticker letters that he then clearcoats over

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also, amber got me an octopus in a jar. it’s sitting across on the other audio speaker across from the civet skull

some people like big cities, others like bigotry and when the twain meet we get things like the prop 8 trial.

closing arguments came through today. the plaintiffs pretty much summarized their side of the trial in a few hours, while the defense took the rather unusual course of saying (this is not a paraphrase) “we don’t need to prove our case” on most the issues. so on things like the purpose of marriage is to procreate (despite the fact that people who can’t have kids can marry) and on the claim that gay marriage will hurt straight people, they punted and claimed they don’t need to show evidence, it’s enough for them to say that’s the case.

who knows, it might work. this whole trial is a slight ‘who cares’ since this round is just for bragging rights: it’s going straight to 9th district court for next year where it will win, then supreme court after, where it will lose, since judges vote on party lines. it’s silly, but that’s how the world runs. our future course of civil rights really is up to a bunch of cardiologists who will be trying to keep some justices alive.

tangently, yes, to the anti-gays marriage really is about procreation. more specifically, to them all of sex is about procreation, and all actions taken are supposed to be related to raising families. any deviation from this plan is, well, a deviation. and so deviation by deviation we slide towards a deviant nation where procreation isn’t the only manifestation for showing an affectation of affection.

somewhere outside of london there exists an underground research facility for generating vat-grown, skinny, blond, shaggy-haired british bioautomatons. as rock bands age and some of their members retire, an attendant presses a button and a new clone is dropped from his holding tank, given an instrument, and sent off on tour, only to be recycled after the last gig

at least that’s the conclusion i drew after seeing the bassist and drummer for the buzzcocks. great show overall.

against all odds that was a great show. first time in my life i appreciated getting a 4×12″ speaker cab and not a tiny amp cause the PA wasn’t quite working and all the bands used their actual amps to play the room. we still played a good set despite drums falling apart, no soundcheck, and us having about 2′ total to stand it. later got called out by name jared from chemlab who apparently dug the hell out of our set and talked about us from onstage

and woke up to easily one of the best txt messages i ever got

and a hangover. but i’m ok with that.

a septal drop
like little jewel
in spring evening

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I’m coining septal to mean “relating to septums”

i’ll be spinning on friday of Love Potion in a Bottle, on the 28th. industrial set. it’s gothic western themed, but other than the obligatory Urban Struggle (aka “i want to be a cowboy”) and Beers Steers and Queers, i’m not bringing anything pre-2005

well, except my brand cut up of Flesh Field’s Uprising. i took out the horrid choruses and added drums to where the girl sings. if you want the edit for some reason, grab it here.

hey, if anyone still has my edit of tragic hero, let me know. i’d like to spin that again and i don’t want to remake it from scratch.