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Tuesday, August 03, 2004
I'm about to have a nervous breakdown, my head really hurts!
Hullo world. There are two new songs for you in the music section. Hallelujah! Halla-fallujah! I am watching Spinal Tap now on Bravo and I have to say I don't remember it being this funny before! We all need to know more about Ryan's escapades with Rubens Accomplice! Tell us please Ryan? How was St. George?
I am rotting in Houston Texas, and it is starting to get to me :) And I thought I was UNBREAKABLE! My favorite shows are Northern Exposure and Magnum P.I. I know you could care less, but now that I have you reading this, you are trapped, you can't escape! Well, you could just close the window- but you wouldn't do that now would you? Okay people, I will be be honest for once. I am losing my fucking mind.
Let me restate that: I AM losing my fucking mind. But you say, "Larry, you can't be losing your mind if you are here typing to us about it- rationalizing it to us!" And my reply would be, predictably, "Watch me." I used to suck it up, act like everything was cool, but now I know it's pointless. I will no longer pull punches, I will no longer put a happy face on a fucking living hell.
Ladies and germs, to quote Monty Python, "Life's a piece of shit when you look at it." I have no fucking job, no fucking money, no fucking friends (not counting the internet, although if you keep reading this drivel, that statement will be applicable here too) no fucking car, no fucking sex life, and a goddam psychological war on my hands (ten years running now) to even speak to my son, let alone see him. My family (two sisters and a Mom) are as fucking stoopid as a retarded goat in heat, and I am 20,000 dollars in debt to the Texas child support division for being a 'deadbeat dad'. 20,000 dollars for the privilege to be treated like shit- no wait, that would be a fucking godsend to be treated like shit- to have the goddam motherfucking MAN tell me I owe 20,000 dollars to my kids mom, while I have been following their fucking family around the country for the past five years. There is a goddam tax funded entity in place to hound me for child support, when I get no enforcement of visitation whatsoever. But wait! Salvation! I can pay money to get a lawyer. Money, money, money!!! It's great! Money makes everyone happy! It solves all of life's problems right? I should become a counterfeiter, I could print happiness!
What are my skills? What skills do I posess that could make me money on this fucking rock we call Earth? Hmm, I can write somewhat witty, but pathetic victim-type prose to a nonexistant audiance in the virtual playground called 'the Web', and I can write somewhat funny and catchy songs. Boy, those skills are gonna get me far! Do you know what it's like to watch total fucking morons brag about their new high paying job they got just because they went to college?!? To see people with degrees, who think they know shit about what makes this world tick? Not that a degree is a dumb thing to acheive, but the majority of degree holders out there couldn't find their way out of a scotch taped cardboard box. Bush is our great leader, right? Might makes right, right? Death and suffering don't exist if I can't see it, if the news dosen't show it right? If I just shut up, show up, and do as they say, I will get ahead, right? Be a loyal plastic robot for a world that dosen't care.
I am losing my fucking mind people, and you know what, I don't even fight it anymore. Is it odd I pray for a fucking comet to come and wipe the slate clean here on this planet? Please, oh all you unworshipped and forgotten Gods of eons past, please with all my heart, soul, and semen, come and smash this reality we experience with the iron fist of nature only you possess. Life is but a stinky fart in the wind, and the sooner we get used to breathing it in, deeply, the sooner we can get over ourselves. I am a seething black ball of hate for all humanity and the evils we create. My apartment looks like a fucking steam engine ran through it after a hurricane of dead fish, bloated frogs, and iridescent lichen blasted the walls with the fury of fifty thousand rabid elephants steaming at its heels. Does that make any sense to you? Me neither. Does this ranting and raving on the net make me feel better? Well, to tell you the truth, not really. But for those of you who haven't lost hope- good for you! The world isn't bad, it's just inherently evil. And I for one am not ashamed to admit I am getting sucked into it's bitter, frothing maw. My values are becoming nonexistant. My humor is turing into volatile spiel of the first magnitude, my empathy for the world around me has transformed itself into a sneering mockery of compassion.
Well, Mel Brooks' The History Of The World Part 1 is on, and I feel a little better. Thanks Mel. Just be forewarned, the old Larry is on his last leg, and the new chaotic evil Larry is about to punch in full time. Yes, I still love you all, but I dispise the society I inhabit. Amen, bitch.
Hope you like the new songs. Check out this new flash Castlevania game. Yeah, I thought you'd like that. And go check out what Hamzi has to say, if you don't believe me. Well, talk to you next week, unless my dreams are realized and mother nature destroys us all before we can commit suicide by blowing ourselves up with nuclear bombs. Sweet dreams, kids. Peace, love, and granola,
Soon to be chaotic evil,
Larry
I am rotting in Houston Texas, and it is starting to get to me :) And I thought I was UNBREAKABLE! My favorite shows are Northern Exposure and Magnum P.I. I know you could care less, but now that I have you reading this, you are trapped, you can't escape! Well, you could just close the window- but you wouldn't do that now would you? Okay people, I will be be honest for once. I am losing my fucking mind.
Let me restate that: I AM losing my fucking mind. But you say, "Larry, you can't be losing your mind if you are here typing to us about it- rationalizing it to us!" And my reply would be, predictably, "Watch me." I used to suck it up, act like everything was cool, but now I know it's pointless. I will no longer pull punches, I will no longer put a happy face on a fucking living hell.
Ladies and germs, to quote Monty Python, "Life's a piece of shit when you look at it." I have no fucking job, no fucking money, no fucking friends (not counting the internet, although if you keep reading this drivel, that statement will be applicable here too) no fucking car, no fucking sex life, and a goddam psychological war on my hands (ten years running now) to even speak to my son, let alone see him. My family (two sisters and a Mom) are as fucking stoopid as a retarded goat in heat, and I am 20,000 dollars in debt to the Texas child support division for being a 'deadbeat dad'. 20,000 dollars for the privilege to be treated like shit- no wait, that would be a fucking godsend to be treated like shit- to have the goddam motherfucking MAN tell me I owe 20,000 dollars to my kids mom, while I have been following their fucking family around the country for the past five years. There is a goddam tax funded entity in place to hound me for child support, when I get no enforcement of visitation whatsoever. But wait! Salvation! I can pay money to get a lawyer. Money, money, money!!! It's great! Money makes everyone happy! It solves all of life's problems right? I should become a counterfeiter, I could print happiness!
What are my skills? What skills do I posess that could make me money on this fucking rock we call Earth? Hmm, I can write somewhat witty, but pathetic victim-type prose to a nonexistant audiance in the virtual playground called 'the Web', and I can write somewhat funny and catchy songs. Boy, those skills are gonna get me far! Do you know what it's like to watch total fucking morons brag about their new high paying job they got just because they went to college?!? To see people with degrees, who think they know shit about what makes this world tick? Not that a degree is a dumb thing to acheive, but the majority of degree holders out there couldn't find their way out of a scotch taped cardboard box. Bush is our great leader, right? Might makes right, right? Death and suffering don't exist if I can't see it, if the news dosen't show it right? If I just shut up, show up, and do as they say, I will get ahead, right? Be a loyal plastic robot for a world that dosen't care.
I am losing my fucking mind people, and you know what, I don't even fight it anymore. Is it odd I pray for a fucking comet to come and wipe the slate clean here on this planet? Please, oh all you unworshipped and forgotten Gods of eons past, please with all my heart, soul, and semen, come and smash this reality we experience with the iron fist of nature only you possess. Life is but a stinky fart in the wind, and the sooner we get used to breathing it in, deeply, the sooner we can get over ourselves. I am a seething black ball of hate for all humanity and the evils we create. My apartment looks like a fucking steam engine ran through it after a hurricane of dead fish, bloated frogs, and iridescent lichen blasted the walls with the fury of fifty thousand rabid elephants steaming at its heels. Does that make any sense to you? Me neither. Does this ranting and raving on the net make me feel better? Well, to tell you the truth, not really. But for those of you who haven't lost hope- good for you! The world isn't bad, it's just inherently evil. And I for one am not ashamed to admit I am getting sucked into it's bitter, frothing maw. My values are becoming nonexistant. My humor is turing into volatile spiel of the first magnitude, my empathy for the world around me has transformed itself into a sneering mockery of compassion.
Well, Mel Brooks' The History Of The World Part 1 is on, and I feel a little better. Thanks Mel. Just be forewarned, the old Larry is on his last leg, and the new chaotic evil Larry is about to punch in full time. Yes, I still love you all, but I dispise the society I inhabit. Amen, bitch.
Hope you like the new songs. Check out this new flash Castlevania game. Yeah, I thought you'd like that. And go check out what Hamzi has to say, if you don't believe me. Well, talk to you next week, unless my dreams are realized and mother nature destroys us all before we can commit suicide by blowing ourselves up with nuclear bombs. Sweet dreams, kids. Peace, love, and granola,
Soon to be chaotic evil,
Larry
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thanks for puttin up more songs Larry! good or evil, emails or not...i'll always think fondly of you. sappy sap sap. rage on.
Larry...Happy 30th! I hope you find your mind for your birthday. Don't freak out. Love and miss ya, Liz
Hoo ha. Okay people, I know you care, and I have to say, that I now feel much better. I am now re-classifying myself as chaotic neutral. Just talked to Ryan for a couple of hours and I see the light again. Get ready for the Whiskey Chicken E.P. to be posted in the next few weeks, as well as tons of exciting ADC material from the vault, new, and live tracks never before heard. Oh, and I turned thirty on Thursday, in fact, so did my twin sister. My Mom called and left this message, "Happy birthday, Larry! Bet you can't beleive you made it to thirty!" No shit. God, I love that woman. I have to. She's the only parent I got. :)
I got a job at a comedy club here in Houston, The Laff Stop, and this week we are featuring the guy who does the vocal for Special Ed, the retard, on Crank Yankers. Yee-ha! Life is great! The glass IS half-full! Anyway, thanks for all the heartfelt support about my imminent, but delayed, breakdown. I just read that Chris Kirkwood is going to jail for like 21 months. Owch. Talk to y'all Monday.
Yours,
Larry
I got a job at a comedy club here in Houston, The Laff Stop, and this week we are featuring the guy who does the vocal for Special Ed, the retard, on Crank Yankers. Yee-ha! Life is great! The glass IS half-full! Anyway, thanks for all the heartfelt support about my imminent, but delayed, breakdown. I just read that Chris Kirkwood is going to jail for like 21 months. Owch. Talk to y'all Monday.
Yours,
Larry
have you shot yourself yet? or would you like to get a cup of coffee sometime?
when did the internet take over from the coffee house angst?
in my darkest days we always wanted to sit around wearing a black turtleneck sweaters, berets, and smoke dubious cigarettes.
in reality i was always in a crowded disco trying to hook up a three-way between a super model and some billionaire eurofag.
now it seems that we sit at our keyboards and alternate between porn and CNN. or maybe thats just me.
$20.000 Puleeeze, i've had coke habits bigger than that.
but, i'm serious about the coffee. and maybe the eurofag.
bruce.
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when did the internet take over from the coffee house angst?
in my darkest days we always wanted to sit around wearing a black turtleneck sweaters, berets, and smoke dubious cigarettes.
in reality i was always in a crowded disco trying to hook up a three-way between a super model and some billionaire eurofag.
now it seems that we sit at our keyboards and alternate between porn and CNN. or maybe thats just me.
$20.000 Puleeeze, i've had coke habits bigger than that.
but, i'm serious about the coffee. and maybe the eurofag.
bruce.
