"The mark of an immature man is that he would die knobly for a cause. The mark of a mature man is that he would live humbly for one" - Catcher in the Rye -WARNING WRITER SPELLING CHALLENGED! But Sometimes you have to say "what the fuck!"

Saturday, June 19, 2004

Whisper things into my brain Assuring me that I'm insane

Welcome to where time stands still
No one leaves and no one will
Moon is full, never seems to change
Just labeled mentally deranged
Dream the same thing every night
I see our freedom in my sight
No locked doors, no windows barred

No things to make my brain seem scarred

Sleep, my friend, and you will see
That dream is my reality
They keep me locked up in this cage
Can't they see it's why my brain says “rage”

Sanitarium, leave me be
Sanitarium, just leave me alone

Build my fear of what's out there
Cannot breathe the open air
Whisper things into my brain
Assuring me that I'm insane
They think our heads are in their hands
But violent use brings violent plans
Keep him tied, it makes him well
He's getting better, can't you tell?


No more can they keep us in
Listen, damn it, we will win
They see it right, they see it well
But they think this saves us from our hell

Sanitarium, leave me be
Sanitarium, just leave me alone
Sanitarium, just leave me alone

Fear of living on
Natives getting restless now
Mutiny in the air
Got some death to do
Mirror stares back hard
“Kill,” it's such a friendly word
Seems the only way
For reaching out again



Sanitarium -Metallica

You Small Town FREAKDo you want to be able to listen to the music you want to hear? Should we be able to dress however we want.? As adults “merging” into corporate (un)america, of course you must mold; cookie cutter corporate borings. But isnt the teenage years the age of exploration?

Redneck Witch Hunt
Rednecks in small towns love witch hunts, and they love blaming the local “freak” for their problems. This has been scene through out history “Salem witch trials” the best example. Okay now, Puritanism are kinda white trash rednecks, they were seperatists living in the woods (LOL).

The FREAKS did it!
Three kids have been put behind bars for living in a small-ass redneck town, listening to Metallica, wearing black clothes, and appreciating goddess religions and wicca. Because they were “weird” they were obviously satanic. When a murder happens without a clear killer, who best to blame but the “freaks”

Read the information below on the West Memphis 3..

Remember Einstein’s famous quote “Great spirits have always encountered violent opposition from mediocre minds"

Free the West Memphis Three!


Shortly after three eight-year-old boys were found mutilated and murdered in West Memphis, Arkansas, local newspapers stated the killers had been caught. The police assured the public that the three teenagers in custody were definitely responsible for these horrible crimes. Evidence?

The same police officers coerced an error-filled “confession” from Jessie Misskelley Jr., who is mentally handicapped. They subjected him to 12 hours of questioning without counsel or parental consent, audio-taping only two fragments totaling 46 minutes. Jessie recanted it that evening, but it was too late— Misskelley, Jason Baldwin and Damien Echols were all arrested on June 3, 1993, and convicted of murder in early 1994.

Although there was no physical evidence, murder weapon, motive, or connection to the victims, the prosecution pathetically resorted to presenting black hair and clothing, heavy metal t-shirts, and Stephen King novels as proof that the boys were sacrificed in a satanic cult ritual. Unfathomably, Echols was sentenced to death, Baldwin received life without parole, and Misskelley got life plus 40.

For over 11 years, The West Memphis Three have been imprisoned for crimes they didn’t commit. Echols waits in solitary confinement for the lethal injection our tax dollars will pay for. They were all condemned by their poverty, incompetent defense, satanic panic and a rush to judgment.


Paradise Lost Movie
Editorial Reviews
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On May 6, 1993, the mutilated bodies of three 8-year-old boys were found in a shallow creek in West Memphis, Arkansas. A short time later police arrested three local teenagers, linking the boys' killings to a satanic ritual. One of the boys confessed. The intriguing court case was about to unfold as filmmakers Joe Berlinger and Bruce Sinofsky ventured forth to make this documentary. They captured footage of not only courtroom proceedings but also interviews with the major players in trial--parents, suspects, lawyers. The documentary filmmakers, whose previous film, Brother's Keeper, is as intriguing of a crime story you'll ever see, tells this story without re-creations or flashbacks. The film makes a clear argument that the court trial may not be about witchcraft but a witch hunt. As with any great drama, the faces and situations are etched upon the viewer; however, we are dealing with real lives and real crimes (told gruesomely and necessarily by police photographs and videotape), and the impact is far greater. And so is the maddening ambivalence of the trial. Like the O.J. Simpson fiasco, a verdict is reached but the truth is questioned. Did police make fatal errors the night of the crime? Do last-minute clues lead to justice? Who's lying on the stand? As with Roger and Me and Hoop Dreams, we have a provocative single incident that holds a mirror to many of society's problems. The results are just more horrifying. The Emmy-winning film was followed four years later by Paradise Lost 2: Revelations. --Doug Thomas

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Directors Joe Berlinger and Bruce Sinofsky return to the scene of the crime with this urgent follow-up to their harrowing 1996 documentary, Paradise Lost: The Child Murders at Robin Hood Hills. That profoundly disturbing film chronicles the tragic and twisted case of three young men--Damien Echols, Jason Baldwin, and Jessie Misskelley--who were convicted of the brutal 1993 murders of three second graders. The film suggests that perhaps their only crime was dressing in black and liking Metallica. To the townspeople, this smacked of Satanism and marked them as made-to-order suspects. Meanwhile, Mark Byars, the stepfather of one of the victims emerged from the film as a "Why-isn't-anyone-following-up-on-this?" suspect. Revelations, which, for those who missed the first film, efficiently recaps the case, and charts the trio's maddening appeals process (police browbeat a confession out of Misskelley, who has an IQ of 71, after 12 hours of questioning), as well as the efforts of a group of Internet advocates to "Free the West Memphis Three." Byers is back as well, and he is infinitely more terrifying than anything in Book of Shadows, Berlinger's Blair Witch sequel. We learn that Byers had all his teeth extracted in the years after the murders (human bite marks are among the new evidence introduced). We also learn that his wife has since died of undetermined causes. When Byers passes a suspect lie detector test, he exults, "I knew I was innocent." A further mystery is why both Paradise Lost films have not garnered the media attention or sparked the outrage that attended Errol Morris's The Thin Blue Line, which led to the release of an innocent man who was imprisoned for more than 10 years. Both films give new meaning to the concept of reasonable doubt. --Donald Liebenson --This text refers to the VHS Tape edition.




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Friday, June 18, 2004

I've been looking at the sky 'Cause it's gettin' me high Forget the hearse 'cause I never die

Hey there Freaks, Geeks, and Honnies and Studs alike. Its Friday! Thank Fucking God! And payday for me! Whoo-hooo. After work, Im gonna make like a librarian and "book". Since Im in a PARTY mood, I decided to post some 80's lyrics for ya. I wont post the name of the bands, you will have to guess those, but I think it will be pretty easy for ya.

Back in Black

Back in black
I hit the sack
I've been too long I'm glad to be back
Yes, I'm let loose
From the noose
That's kept me hanging about
I've been looking at the sky
'Cause it's gettin' me high
Forget the hearse 'cause I never die
I got nine lives
Cat's eyes
Abusin' every one of them and running wild

Brass Monkey

Cause I drink it anytime - and anyplace
When it's time to get ill - I pour it on my face
Monkey tastes Def when you pour it on ice
Come on y'all it's time to get nice
Coolin' by the lockers getting kind of funky
Me and the crew - we're drinking Brass Monkey
This girl walked by - she gave me the eye
I reached in the locker - grabbed the Spanish Fly
I put it with the Monkey - mixed it in the cup
Went over to the girl, "Yo baby, what's up?"
I offered her a sip - the girl she gave me lip
It did begin the stuff wore in and now she's on my tip

Dancing with myself

On the floors of Tokyo
Down in London town's a go-go
With the record selection
And the mirror's reflection
I'm a-dancing with myself

Oh, when there's no one else in sight
In the crowded, lonely night
Well, I wait so long for my love vibration
And I'm dancing with myself

You may be right

I've been stranded in the combat zone
I walked through Bedford Stuy alone
Even rode my motorcycle in the rain
And you told me not to drive
But I made it home alive
So you said that only proves that I'm insane

You may be right
I may be crazy
But it just may be a lunatic you're looking for
Turn out the light
Don't try to save me
You may be wrong for all I know
But you may be right

Boys don't cry

I would say I'm sorry
If I thought that it would change your mind
But I know that this time
I've said too much
Been too unkind

I try to laugh about it
Cover it all up with lies
I try and
Laugh about it
Hiding the tears in my eyes
'cause boys don't cry
Boys don't cry

California Uber Alles

I am Governor Jerry Brown
My aura smiles
And never frowns
Soon I will be president ...
Carter power will soon go away
I will be Fuhrer one day
I will command all of you
Your kids will meditate in school
California uber alles
Uber alles California
Zen fascists will control you
100% natural
You will jog for the master race
And always wear the happy face
Close your eyes, can't happen here
Big Bro' on white horse is near
The hippies won't come back you say
Mellow out or you will pay
California uber alles
Uber alles California

Pour Some Sugar on Me

Step inside, walk this way
You and me babe, Hey, hey!

Love is like a bomb, baby, c'mon get it on
Livin' like a lover with a radar phone
Lookin' like a tramp, like a video vamp
Demolition woman, can I be your man?
Razzle 'n' a dazzle 'n' a flash a little light
Television lover, baby, go all night
Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet
Little miss ah innocent sugar me, yeah


Mr. Brownstone

I get up around seven
Get outta bed around nine
And I don't worry about nothin' no
Cause worryin's a waste of my...time

The show usually starts around seven
We go on stage around nine
Get on the bus about eleven
Sippin' a drink and feelin' fine

We been dancin' with
Mr. Brownstone
He's been knockin'
He won't leave me alone

I used ta do a little
but a little wouldn't do
So the little got more and more
I just keep tryin'
ta get a little better
Said a little better than before
I used ta do a little
but a little wouldn't do
So the little got more and more
I just keep tryin'
ta get a little better
Said a little better than before

Dr. Feelgood

Rat tailed Jimmy is a second hand hood
He deals out in Hollywood
Got a '65 Chevy primered flames
Traded for some powdered goods
Jigsaw Jimmy he's runnin' a gang
But I hear he's doin' O.K.
Got a cozy little job, sells the Mexican mob
Packages of candycaine

Every little thing she does is magic

Though I've tried before to tell her
Of the feelings I have for her in my heart
Everytime that I come near her
I just lose my nerve
As I've done from the start

Every little thing she does is magic
Everything she do just turns me on
Even though my life before was tragic
Now I know my love for her goes on

Bang your head (Metal Health)

Well I'm an axegrinder Piledriver
Mother says that I never never mind her
Got no brains I'm insane
Teacher says that I'm one big pain
I'm like a laser 6-streamin' razor
I got a mouth like an alligator
I want it louder
More power
I'm gonna rock ya till it strikes the hour

Jessie's Girl
Jessie is a friend, yeah, I know he's been a good friend of mine
But lately something's changed that ain't hard to define
Jessie's got himself a girl and I want to make her mine

And she's watching him with those eyes
And she's lovin' him with that body, I just know it
Yeah 'n' he's holding her in his arms late, late at night


Heaven knows I'm miserable now

I was happy on the haze of a drunken hour
but heaven knows I'm miserable now

I was looking for a job, and then I found a job
and heavens know I'm miserable now

In my life
why do i give valuable time
to people who don't care if I live or die

Two lovers entwined passed me by
and heavens knows I'm miserable now

I was looking for a job, and then I found a job
and heavens know I'm miserable now

In my life
why do i give valuable time
to people who don't care if I live or die

We're not gonna take it
We're not gonna take it
No we ain't gonna take it
We're not gonna take it anymore

We've got the right to choose
And there ain't no way we'll lose it
This is our life, this is our song
We'll fight the powers that be just
don't pick our destiny cause
You don't know us, you don't belong

We're not gonna take it
No we ain't gonna take it
We're not gonna take it anymore

Oh you're so condescending
Your gall is never ending
We don't want nothin'
Not a thing from you
Your life is trite and jaded
Boring and confiscated
If that's your best
Your best won't do

Oh, oh we're right, yeah
We're free, yeah, we'll fight yeah
You'll see, yeah


Bust a Move

This here's a tale for all the fellas
Try to do what those ladies tell us
Get shot down cause you're over zealous
Play hard to get an females get jealous
Ok smartie, go to a party
Girls are stancin the crowd is showin body
A chick walks by you wish you could sex her
But you're standin on the wall like you was Poindexter
Next days function, high class luncheon
Food is served and you're stone cold munchin'
Music comes on, people start to dance
But then you ate so much you nearly split your pants
A girl starts walkin, guys start gawkin'
Sits down next to you and starts talkin'
Says she wanna dance cus she likes the groove
So come on fatso and just bust a move



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Thursday, June 17, 2004

The attitude dictates that you don't care whether she comes, stays, lays, or prays. I mean whatever happens, your toes are still tappin'. -Damone

Since Im trying to finish an freelance article Im working on, I decided to compile a list of movie quotes from some of my favorites movies. Enjoy!

Star Trek VI Final Frontier
Spock Logic is the beginning of wisdom; not the end.

Star Trek IV Voyage Home
Kirk No, I'm from Iowa. I only work in outer space.

Taxi Driver
You talkin' to me? You talkin' to me? You talkin' to me? Well, who the hell else are you talkin' to? You talkin' to me? Well, I'm the only one here. Who the f--k do you think you're talkin' to?"

American Pie
Jim: She's gone! Oh my God! She used me. I was used. I was used! Cool!

Spaceballs
Dark Helmet: If there's one thing I despise, it is a fair fight.

Scarface
I always tell the truth. Even when I lie.

Star Wars
Obi-Wan Kenobi: The Force is what gives a Jedi his power. It's an energy field created by all living things. It surrounds us and penetrates us. It binds the galaxy together.

Han Solo: Hokey religions and ancient weapons are no match for a good blaster at your side, kid.

Yoda: Yes, a Jedi's strength flows from the Force. But beware of the dark side. Anger, fear, aggression; the dark side of the Force are they. Easily they flow, quick to join you in a fight. If once you start down the dark path, forever

Apocolypse Now

Robert Duvall (Kilgore): You smell that? Do you smell that? ...Napalm, son. Nothing else in the world smells like that. I love the smell of napalm in the morning. You know, one time we had a hill bombed, for twelve hours. When it was all over I walked up. We didn't find one of 'em, not one stinkin' dink body. The smell, you know that gasoline smell, the whole hill. Smelled like... victory. Someday this war's gonna end...

Deliverance
Get up, boy. I bet you can squeal. I bet you can squeal like a pig.

Dirty Harry
Clint Eastwood (Harry Callahan): I know what you're thinking. Did he fire six shots or only five? Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement, I've kinda lost track myself. But being as this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you've got to ask yourself one question: Do I feel lucky? Well, do ya punk?

Shawshank Redemption
Morgan Freeman (Red): (narrating) The first night's the toughest, no doubt about it. They march you in naked as the day you were born, skin burning and half blind from that delousing shit they throw on you, and when they put you in that cell... and those bars slam home...that's when you know it's for real. A whole life blown away in the blink of an eye. Nothing left but all the time in the world to think about it. –Shawshank Redemption

Fast Times at Ridgemont High
Mike Damone: I mean don't just walk in. You move across the room. And you don't talk to her. You use your face. You use your body. You use everything. That's what I do. I mean I just send out this vibe and I have personally found that women do respond. I mean, something happens.
Mark Ratner: Well, naturally something happens. I mean, you put the vibe out to 30 million chicks, something is gonna happen.
Mike Damone: That's the idea, Rat. That's the attitude.
Mark Ratner: The attitude?
Mike Damone: Yeah! The attitude dictates that you don't care whether she comes, stays, lays, or prays. I mean whatever happens, your toes are still tappin'. Now when you got that, then you have the attitude.

Mike Damone: First of all Rat, you never let on how much you like a girl. "Oh, Debbie. Hi." Two, you always call the shots. "Kiss me. You won't regret it." Now three, act like wherever you are, that's the place to be. "Isn't this great?" Four, when ordering food, you find out what she wants, then order for the both of you. It's a classy move. "Now, the lady will have the linguini and white clam sauce, and a Coke with no ice." And five, now this is the most important, Rat. When it comes down to making out, whenever possible, put on side one of Led Zeppelin IV.

Jeff Spicoli: All I need are some tasty waves, a cool buzz, and I'm fine.

The Shinning
Jack Torrance: Darling. Light, of my life. I'm not gonna hurt ya. You didn't let me finish my sentence. I said, I'm not gonna hurt ya. I'm just gonna bash your brains in. I'm gonna bash 'em right the fuck in. Ha, ha.

Dannny Torrance: Redrum. Redrum. Redrum.

Clockwork Orange
Alex: There was me, that is Alex, and my three droogs, that is Pete, Georgie, and Dim, and we sat in the Korova Milkbar trying to make up our rassoodocks what to do with the evening. The Korova milkbar sold milk-plus, milk plus vellocet or synthemesc or drencrom, which is what we were drinking. This would sharpen you up and make you ready for a bit of the old ultra-violence.

Full Metal Jacket
Sgt. Hartman [I]'m gonna give you three seconds--exactly three fu**ing seconds--to wipe that stupid lookin' grin off your face, or I will gouge out your eyeballs and skull fu** you!

Reservoir Dogs (1992)
Mr. Blonde: Listen kid, I'm not gonna bullshit you, allright? I don't give a good fuck what you know, or don't know, but I'm gonna torture you anyway, regardless. Not to get information. It's amusing, to me, to torture a cop. You can say anything you want cause I've heard it all before. All you can do is pray for a quick death, which you ain't gonna get. (He removes his razor) You ever listen to K-Billy's "Super Sounds of the Seventies" weekend? It's my personal favorite.

Brown: O.K., let me tell you what Like a Virgin's about. It's all about this cooze who's a regular fuck machine, I'm talking morning, day, night, afternoon, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick.
Mr. Blue: How many dicks is that?
Mr. White: A lot.
Mr. Brown: Then one day she meets this John Holmes motherfucker and it's like, whoa baby, I mean this cat is like Charles Bronson in the Great Escape, he's digging tunnels. Now, she's gettin' the serious dick action and she's feeling something she ain't felt since forever. Pain. Pain. It hurts her. It shouldn't hurt her, you know her pussy should be Bubble Yum by now, but when this cat fucks her it hurts. It hurts just like it did the first time. You see the pain is reminding a fuck machine what it once was like to be a virgin. Hence, "Like a virgin."

Easy Rider
Billy - You gotta be kidding. I mean, you know who this is, man? This is Captain America. I'm Billy. Hey, we're headliners baby. We played every fair in this part of the country. I mean, for top dollar, too!

Blade Runner
Leon: Wake up! Time to die!

Roy Batty: I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhauser gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Time to die.

Gaff: It's too bad she won't live! But then again, who does?

Rick Deckard: I was quit when I come in here, Bryant, I'm twice as quit now.

Boyz N da Hood
Furious Styles: Why is it that there is a gun shop on almost every corner in this community?
The Old Man: Why?
Furious Styles: I'll tell you why. For the same reason that there is a liquor store on almost every corner in the black community. Why? They want us to kill ourselves.

Shalika: Why is it every time you talk about a female you gotta say bitch, ho, or hootchie?
Doughboy: 'Cause that's what you are.
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Wednesday, June 16, 2004

Dip me in honey and throw me to the lesbians!

Commuting my ass to work every day, I have to laugh at some of the bumper stickers. Rednecks have the best… Rush is Right… Straight and Narrow… all sorts of shit. Now I don’t have any bumper stickers on my car. Why? I think they are a magnet for cops, “hey look at me, pull me over”. But if I did, here is a list of what they might say… Enjoy


If You Drink, Don't Park, Accidents Cause People.

If You Can't Dazzle Them With Brilliance, Riddle Them With Bullets

Don't Be Sexist - Broads Hate That

You're Just Jealous Because The Voices Are Talking To Me

Life is sexually transmitted.

Men have feelings too, but who really cares?

I'm looking for true love. But I'll settle for cheap sex.

I don't suffer from insanity - I enjoy every minute of it

If the van's a' rockin, don't come a' knockin

I love my country. It's the government I'm afraid of.

For a small town this one sure has a lot of assholes

My child was inmate of the month at the county jail

If your gonna ride my ass at least pull my hair

Mean people suck, Nice people swallow

Submariners do it deeper

Big Truck, Little Dick

Beam me up Scotty!

My other car is a broomstick

If my smoking bothers you, Don’t breathe!

Beer, helping ugly people have sex since 1862

Embarrasing my children, a full time occupation

I wouldn't laugh mister it could be your daughter in this car.

Dip me in honey and throw me to the lesbians!

I didn't invent Sin, I'm just trying to perfect it.

GOD LOVES YOU!
(but everybody else thinks you're an asshole)

I'm not your type. I'm not inflatable.
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Tuesday, June 15, 2004

Redneck sexin and pawnshop video cameras

The Local PawnshopOn a trip to the local pawnshop I decided I needed a video camera. You know, to cash in on the home porn thang or film various other life events as they wiz by. Being trashy poor, I thought the pawnshop would be the best place to find a camera. Ide had good luck there in the past with TV’s and VCR’s. The pawnshop I frequent is the more upscale kind, sort of like a Supermarket, glass shelves, bright lights, neon signs, and less emphasis on guns (though Im sure they sell them behind the glass counter). Being a military town/redneck utopia pawnshops in this area get a lot of business. You can find anything at the pawnshop from electrical appliances to 200 dollar vibrators.

Bling, Bling... a free videotape
After checking out the bling bling selection, I picked out a handy video camera for $50. It was small, cute, and seemed to be working quite well. It was mine. As I was purchasing the camera, the clerk with heavy make-up and long Lee press on nails tells me “look this one comes with a tape”. Cool, I thought, now I don’t need to buy one to get started.

Home movies
I pressed play on the recorder too see what was on the tape through the viewfinder. The tape had not been previously blank, but someone had taped over whatever was on it with a blue screen highlighting the phrase “Happy Father Day”. What the heck, I thought and rewound the blank tape to begin my own home movie adventure. We started videotaping military battleships, groups of howling sailors, redneck vehicles and other local sites. With a video camera the possibilities were endless.

Surprise...
As I was rewinding our days worth of amateur movie making, I noticed that there was a catch in the beginning of the tape. The tape stopped at what seemed like the beginning, but if you hit rewind a couple times it actually rewound a little further. What I found at the beginning of the tape surprised the shit out of me. When the previous owner attempted to tape over what had been recorded on the tape, they didn’t cover up the very beginning. I couldn’t believe what a score this video camera actually was!

Ba-Da-Boom-Ba-Da-Bing
I hooked up the video camera to the TV to get the full effect of this video prize. To my horror and hysterical delight appeared a naked redneck on the screen. Sitting on an ugly green couch, near a coffee table littered with empty Bud Light Beer cans, and an ashtray with a lit cigarette, was a Nekid long haired, mullet headed redneck… and he was touchin himself. YUCK! It was like a bad train wreck, I had to watch. The best part was that the redneck was talking to the person holding the camera, and it wasn’t a woman. The cameraman zooms in and out on the rednecks spankin little monkey while he is obviously getting warmed up and in the mood for sexin. The tape stops for a second and cuts to the second redneck. Now he is nekid and the camera is focusing on a close-up of him in live action. He is hairier and whiter then the first redneck, and it looks as if he is having some problems in the erection department (too much speed???). The tape then cuts back to the first redneck, and he is going at it, and making a disgusting groaning sound reminiscent from a scene in deliverance. The tape then stops abruptly, as becomes the blue screen and happy fathers day message.

Rednecks and Deliverance
I laughed so hard I cried… and then showed all my friends (and some strangers too). I couldn’t believe these rednecks left a tape of themselves masturbating. I also couldn’t believe these hardcore rednecks were taping each other in the act. What else did they do to each other nekid that the tape covered up with the Fathers Day message?

Blog This!
You know I would love to post the tape on the Internet for all to see. What pisses me off the most however, isn’t the fact that two guys are touchin themselves and videotaping it, it’s the fact that these two rednecks are probably homophobic. These same rednecks probably beat up effeminate locals and harass openly gay and lesbian persons. Its like that movie, American Beauty, the most homophobic psychopath is really scared of what is inside them. I would love to OUT these homophobic rednecks and splash their hairy and ugly ass selves in the act of being “very gay”. Maybe if I ever get good with technology I will do that, any suggestions?
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Monday, June 14, 2004

Join the Dark Side…..

Maybe Im just a freak, but what is my fascination with the dark side? Besides adoring the (non) color black, I have always been attracted to the dark characters. Darth Vader being a prime example, as his Empires March gives me chills and his quotes serve as wisdom in my life. “Luke, I am your father, join me and we can travel the universe as father and son” or “The circle is now complete, when I last saw you I was but the learner… Now I am the MASTER!” Luke Skywalker was much too wimpy for me, I mean I really could not stand him, always whining and complaining. No I liked the bad boys, Darth Vader, Boba Fett, and that bad ass drug smuggling wise guy Han Solo (part bad guy/good guy). I was devastated when Darth Maul was killed off so early in the first Star Wars, I mean, my God he was the coolest character.

Being a collector, I take pride in my collection of Star Wars bounty hunters, wicked X-men characters (such as Magneto) and the McFarlane Toys Movie Monsters (Jason, Leatherface, Freddy Kruger, Michael Meyers, Scream, Normon Bates, etc). My Spawn figures also litter the house in their reverence to gothic darkness. These villainous characters shrine my apartment like a wicked homage to the dark side.

In addition to this, I have a black cat, I love dark poetry, I cant stand feel-good movies or melodrama and prefer to watch either horror or action adventures. My favorite character in the Harry Potter movies is Malfoy (however he’s too evil in the books). The villains always excite me; Rudger Hower is Awesome in Blade Runner, Magneto is my favorite X-men, Cigarette Smoking Man was the coolest on X-files, Kahn was the best in Star Trek wrath of Kahn, Rob from Survivor’s All-star was my hero, and who couldn’t love Dr. Zeus on Planet of the Apes?

Im just a sucker for bad boys, I guess this being my weakness. I knew I had really lost it when I started having a crush on some of the characters of HBO’s OZ (Jaz Hoyt, Ryan O’Reily). My original bad boy crush was Matt Dillion and all his 80’s SE Hinton characters. I am entrigued by Tupak Shakur and Biggie Smalls, I enjoy Howard Stern and Tom Lykus. Its not that I agree with everything these bad boyz preach, its that I can find humor even in their most sexist remarks.

Jessica Rabbit once said “Im not bad… I was just drawn that way!” This is a quote I seem to live by. I like Frenchie in Greese, and find Sandra D to prissy. I only appreciated the talent of Burt Reynolds when he plays some slimeball like in Boogie Nights. Sometimes I only like a character when they become tempted by the dark side, or their troubled side. I like Fox Mulder better when he is spotted walking out of X-rated theaters or caught watching porn. Frank Black from Millennium was only likable once he started waging his internal battle. Luke Skywalker finally got some balls by being tempted by the dark side. Wolverine is definitely coolest when he is raging, and Cat Woman is a sexy bad ass chick who you secretly hope will kick Batman’s ass.

Is it cool to be bad? Do nice guy’s really finish last? I cant say the answer to these questions. At least in my fictional movie starstruck eyes, its good to be bad, and BORING to be good. Make any sense?
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