satan ate my lunch

he wouldn't have if it wasn't for your confusing reproductive organs.I ventured far for that fucking spork u asshole!ATTENTION people of the general populationYou're just a moo, all just moos of your insipid lameness, you think you're balding monkeys but you are not. I want to explode your ugly heads of unnessary wizzy noises. ALL YOUR SYNAPTIC RESPONSES ARE BELONG TO US only because your heads are stapled to YOUR ASSes.Is that a noodle in your fool, or are you just antimatter?I will be the legendary liquid twitch monkey! OBEY THE TWITCH! and buy me thisBeware the three-inch pissing flamethrower! AK DUCK! i was attackt by a goose when i was 3. i remember it well, we were eye to eye, i was only being nice and feeding it bread. fucking giant duck.

its a nice day to walk 120 blocks...

on monday i'm goin to be hauled of to a condo in bum fuck nice town to be stufft like a pig (food you pervs)...can't wait.I get to see Severina! (my soul sister/mate evil doppleganger of dorky doomness) I just put her name in google, Severina Sol is really a rockstar! holy fuck!...aw my geek is worshiped. She just got a good review in the next issue of Outburn for her project Cylab...i love my rockstars. And i get to see Shane DJ his first massive in drag as Terra Hymen, and and Miss Heather Moon and and Joey Minus who royaly fuckt me over, but i still love him anyway n all the other crackheads if they're still alive or coherent....TODAY CONTINUED...pointlessly bantering.i literally walked about if not more than 100 blocks today, from 42nd to Canal and back. I didn't have to but it was a nice day and i'm prolly gonna miss it here. i sawl Amanda Lepore and Richie Rich on 28th shopping in normal human cloths. I went shopping but forgot how, so I only bought a hat and drank tons of iced coffee...made dinner and clubbing plans for tomarrow.And right now i'm making plans for my trip which is turning into a mini tour! adding to the list, I'ma most likely play @ Mutant Fest in oregon.drat i'm bored. CAWFEE!

crabbycakes

i'm so friggin crabby today.i leave monday, that isn't nearly quick enough. I just need to be pampered for a few days, that never happens to me here, so naturally i can't wait to get out of gotham maddness, for a couple of months. I love this place but i have to leave every six months and get a grip. as soon as people annoy the bejeezus out of me by just breathing or standing too close, i know its time go skip town for a bit. i hung out with my roommate in the city yesterday he said that when i come back i can move up stairs (in the land of lazy living), yeah i dunno...its soothing to know that i'm still welcome here. i guess i'll try to get out clubbing this week its my birthday week, i'm fucking old...tragik-rockstar-overdose-year. so much for developing that new drug habit i was speakin' of.

Just entertain the moo's!

I killed it last night! This whole week I've been a bit nervous about my first burlesque performance. A small quaint burlesque bar in brooklyn run by a MILF named Garret, (gawd hot chicks w/guy names always rock) said that if she liked me she'd give me 25 bux per song performance. ok so i'd never even seen a burlesque show in my life (i hated moolawn rouge), though i have seen and been in a slue of drag perfomances...it's the same thing but drag perfomers are actually entertaining.ANYflippin way burlesque in this place is painful to watch. I was the middle act and still not sure what the hell i was doing there. I went in knowing very well that i wasn't like anything that any of these people have ever seen before. I gave the dj my c.d. walked to the little tiny riser stage and announced that I'm someone from a near future, and that I wasn't going to be taking any of my close off because I won't need to. dressed like a 1920's gangster- fedora, tie, sleeveless pinstripe, fitted slacks, and ATTITUDE. I danced my liquid twitchy wonderments, all 25 people were obviously into it so i danced to an extra song. i was approached by 5 people 3 saying i was the best act...sad really.My friend Leslie was there (she such a good friend always comes to my little gigs in the corners), and was ready to leave after my show, so i went to tell Garrett thanks i have to go. i was offended by this last night- she forced a grin and said "well, you are different definately different" (in my head i'm screaming i know i'm different for fuck sakes where the fuck do i take this weird fucking talent?) but i politely smile and say yeah thanks, she said "i'll have to book you for something else heres 10 dollars" ok so does that mean she almost half way liked me? or i should have taken off my cloths? what ever i'm goin home next week since this isn't workin out.

I'M A PIGEON! the cooing

i dreamt i was a pigieon, not much thought nor feeling goes into bein a pigeion....i'm nervous right now (as pigieons tend to be)haven't left my neighborhood for 3 days and i'm already having anxiety disorders, irratic sleeping patterns, terrible eating habits and AMAZING music production i've written and completed one track everyday. i'm not much for company. not really sad or unhappy, just relaxing and waiting for stuff to happen. lots of bantering in my head.

i'm gettin me a library card!

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i'm just complaining as a proper new yorker should.

Is it a lawn gnome? Is it a cattle proder? No, it's kaleidoscope-Man! More jangly than a semi-aquatic moose! able to go out on the town with a tin foil hat- digesting goat byproducts in a single leaping leotard!ALL YOUR GANGLION ARE BELONG TO US!did the weirdest thing 20 minutes ago, i went to mcdonald's to steal sugar for my cawffee then went pee, there was a smelly lady in the stall, who left her newly purchased coffee by the sink...I walked off with it. so now i have lots of coffee. hence my rambling.ok so do i look like a fucking people person? there are hundreds of empty computer consoles in this place and this shmoo has to sit right next to me and ask how to work the fucking thing and to basically type for him. Why do people like to make me an impatient condescending bitch? is it my flaming red hair that screams- hey look at me i'm an information booth/tech support/jolly companion for yer asshole children.AND WHY are there ghetto flaiming homo thugs and queens prancing about this friggin early demanding attention with bitchy fUcK yous! around me none the less. Mermaid Parade and DYKE MARCH! i'm scheduled to be at a fitting for a fetish fashion show today, but fuck it they're not paying me unless i do it 4 more times.