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Jun. 8th, 2002 02:47 amIs this the part where I stumble around hugging all of you and saying "I FUCKING LOVE YOU, MAAAAAAAN!"??
Jun. 8th, 2002
and please sir, make it whiskey
Jun. 8th, 2002 02:58 amheh.
That sent before I wanted it to.
This evening fucking r0x0red.
Let me say one thing:
I MET THE JIM ROSE CIRCUS!
I met Mister Lifto, who is beautiful. And the Rubber Boy, who is also beautiful. And Bebe the Circus Queen, who needs to eat a cheesesteak. And I met Jim Rose, who is my hero. Something not all of you know.
I'm an aspiuring sword swallower. A /drunk/ aspiring sword swallower. And Jim Rose is my hero. I've got a t-shirt with all their signatures and I asked him if he had any advice for an amateur sword swallower, something which took him aback a bit. But, he told me not to focus on length. And I told him I could do a ruler, right now.
The show was infuckingcredible. There was chainsaws and what we thought was gasoline being thrown on us (it shure smelled like gas). And "STICK YOUR DICK IN IT!" and yambags being hit by sledgehammers. I saw God. The only drawback was ThEnigma was not theere. And he is so beautiful it pains me too look at him.
He's blue, you know.
With horns.
And quite beautiful. The Engineer doesn't know why I think h's so beautiful, but he's just uninitiated. He'll learn one day soon.
Afterwatds, I went to Tattooed Mom's with Ghoulie and the Engineer, where I proceeded to drink more than Ihave in a while and see many people from my past, all good. Especially Devon, my big and scary teddy bear bouncer guy.
I had whiskey sours and many, many cigarettes. My throat fgeels like it's made of sandpaper. Which could be because of all the screaming Yaaaaaaaayyyy I did at the show, or from trying to talk over the music at Mom's.
Oh!
I almost forgot about the fat Yo Yo guy, who did his avct to Warpigs by Black Sabbath. He made an upside down star out of the yo yo string and I \m/ at him over the heads of the rest of the crowd. He rocked.
Now I'm watching The Prophecy, which is at my favouritee part with Viggo Mortenson. "I love you more than Baby Jesus."
Hubba hubba.
And I"m waiting for my cup of noodles to become not dehyrdrated anymore. And for this whiskey to flow out of my blood system so I can stop sounding like a tard.
Tomorrow is New Hope.
That sent before I wanted it to.
This evening fucking r0x0red.
Let me say one thing:
I MET THE JIM ROSE CIRCUS!
I met Mister Lifto, who is beautiful. And the Rubber Boy, who is also beautiful. And Bebe the Circus Queen, who needs to eat a cheesesteak. And I met Jim Rose, who is my hero. Something not all of you know.
I'm an aspiuring sword swallower. A /drunk/ aspiring sword swallower. And Jim Rose is my hero. I've got a t-shirt with all their signatures and I asked him if he had any advice for an amateur sword swallower, something which took him aback a bit. But, he told me not to focus on length. And I told him I could do a ruler, right now.
The show was infuckingcredible. There was chainsaws and what we thought was gasoline being thrown on us (it shure smelled like gas). And "STICK YOUR DICK IN IT!" and yambags being hit by sledgehammers. I saw God. The only drawback was ThEnigma was not theere. And he is so beautiful it pains me too look at him.
He's blue, you know.
With horns.
And quite beautiful. The Engineer doesn't know why I think h's so beautiful, but he's just uninitiated. He'll learn one day soon.
Afterwatds, I went to Tattooed Mom's with Ghoulie and the Engineer, where I proceeded to drink more than Ihave in a while and see many people from my past, all good. Especially Devon, my big and scary teddy bear bouncer guy.
I had whiskey sours and many, many cigarettes. My throat fgeels like it's made of sandpaper. Which could be because of all the screaming Yaaaaaaaayyyy I did at the show, or from trying to talk over the music at Mom's.
Oh!
I almost forgot about the fat Yo Yo guy, who did his avct to Warpigs by Black Sabbath. He made an upside down star out of the yo yo string and I \m/ at him over the heads of the rest of the crowd. He rocked.
Now I'm watching The Prophecy, which is at my favouritee part with Viggo Mortenson. "I love you more than Baby Jesus."
Hubba hubba.
And I"m waiting for my cup of noodles to become not dehyrdrated anymore. And for this whiskey to flow out of my blood system so I can stop sounding like a tard.
Tomorrow is New Hope.
