I’ve got this fukn pit in my stomach right now. Everything is all fucked up.

The book’s all fucked up, and it doesn’t help matters that tony's all fucked up on his shit too, not that it should fukn matter to me, but I feel like bitching about shit so there you go.

The book boys are like cruising around still, they ate burgers, they got all smoked out, and they made a random decision to go Vegas. Well, I guess, I made a random decision to send them to Vegas. I didn’t feel like writing about the party they were going to. So there. Fuck you & fuck them.

I doubt they’ll even make it to Vegas. Maybe I’ll have them get waylaid by some fukn bandits or some shit like that. maybe I’ll have them all get butt raped by pirates or like drugged out Canadian refugees. I don’t fucking know.

I have a feeling I’ll be over here for a day or two. Fuck ultrabs. Nah, not fuck it, but, fuck, I wanna lay low. I’m not feelin shit right now, numb city usa.

Fukn JEG rocks major shit. his post yesterday was fukn magic on a string.

I just wanna say fuck fuck fuck fuck everything. I got a link off of a sex pistols site on ultrabs yesterday and I can’t figure out where it came from. Am I Johnny rotten’s like bastard stepchild & I never knew it? probably.



sometimes i pine for times i thought were so shitty. sometimes i crave simplicity and sometimes i yearn for complications. sometimes i feel like a nut sometimes i don't. sometimes i'm a total piece of shit and sometimes i just suck ass. sometimes i'm a little whiney bitch, like right now. I’m starting to believe that there’s no good or bad just shades of gray in your life. Oh REALLY fukn grateful dead fuckbag, deep, very fucking deep you fucking moron.

Oh fuck it.

I gotta watch matrix 2 again before I catch the 3rd one. I was like falling asleep like crazy the one time I saw it and it’s kinda hazy. Homey in the office just got it on dvd so I should be able to cop it. werd to officer bird.

Del is seriously a funky homosapien.



Woodsy Owl gave a serious goddamm mutherfucking hoot about pollution and so should you. and plus that smokey the bear, he was a pyromaniac undercover, fukn hypocrite.

It’s just not fair that my nickname is not T-Bone. I never have and never will be cool enough to warrant that kind of nom de plume. Maybe Coco or Mulva, ask the shrimp or the ocean, it’s long beach like that, I am and ad infinitum shall be designated the jurk storr.

So fuck off and die. Slowly. Oh, not you, I meant the establishment and like, those oppressors, and anyone with more money than me. Ok not just that, more money and more evil and more, like, infested anarchy laced izms all bottled up in their noggin to the point that they want to beat up that old guy sitting on the corner selling shoe horns.

Imaging being a shoe horn salesman these days, or like, a, um, butter knife sales person. It would be hard, cuz you can just buy it at the store. You have to demonstrate that your shoe horn or butter knife is really of exceptional quality.

And that’s prolly harder than it sounds.

Fuck some fuckbag is making me fucking do this stupid fucking paperwork thing that is so fuckin unnecessary if he just pulled his fucking head out of his fucking ass for like 2 fucking seconds.

It must be very comfortable in there for him to not want to come out.

Oh well. I have shit to do. Have a nice day.