THOUGHTS OF THE DAY
(Concentrated mad ramblings with no Preservative from the mind of "JAKE"
--EXTRA PULP!!)
Ya can't go home and ya cant stay here:
today is tuesday
soundtrack (cell-scrape; 80's remix; fuck world trade; torch of the mystics)
Son of a bitch. The shit I get for leaving uncouth messages on people's machines. Motherfuckers. Good luck to 'em all.
We almost felt the love tonight. First time since we've been on this miserable little island. Fucking post-colonial bullshit. Someone should tell them that the revolution was successful. And then they should explain it real clear for us in the slow class. Posters of naked women just aint gonna cut it. Anyway, we're calling this one "Poker in the rain."
cold showers and belly button lint
So much easier to walk away. Try to forget I've become what I hate. The truth is what we told you . Don't answer. Don't speak until...what? Fucking Dillinger Four. Fucking Melt Banana. Excuse me. I'm sorry. It must be all the booze.
Leftover Crack and the Librarians of Tomorrow
intolerance and ignorance, there's got to be a better way. Wreck the Place Fantastic.
Discussion topic: the only good cop is a dead cop. Go on. Discuss. All's fair in love and war.
Mr. Johnson and the gay bar.