February 23, 2002
MetaFilter has an interesting discussion about date rape. I don't know what I personally think about it; there are so many issues involved. Wil has stayed curiously silent on the subject, and I think for such a prominent blogger he should at least acknowledge its existence. These days he only seems to talk about Vegas and William fucking Shatner. There's only so much fucking Shatner you can read about, you know? You know? Do you know what I mean? I oughta rip his head off and thrust my hands down his throat. I could grate his pancreas then. Yeah.
Posted by Zeke 14:42 February 23rd, 2002
February 22nd, 2002
They'll never find me, the fucks. I'm too good for them. They'll keep running round in circles like little piggies with their snouts sliced off, and I'll keep leading them into blind alleys. Eventually I'll kill them too, and the trail of blood will be neverending. Fuckers.
This dog has possibilities. I want to tie animals to posts with their own body parts.
Posted by Zeke 20:02 February 22nd, 2002
The Exquisite Corpse Project is less exciting than I'd hoped, although I wonder if they let you paint artistic submissions with the shit and guts of elderly women. My collection is going stale, and I don't know what to use them for. If anyone has any ideas, please mail me. Thanks.
(Maybe I could make candles?)
Posted by Zeke 17:28 February 22nd, 2002
Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo! I've fucking made it onto the America's Most Wanted list! Better than Blogdex, man! Better than Blogdex and Daypop combined! This is so fucking cool! I'm more famous than Jish and Wil and Meg and all of them other peeps! Fuck!
Amazon is auctioning off Segways. I wonder if you can ride one and wield a chainsaw at the same time? It would certainly save effort, though it's still not as cool as zooming down the sidewalk on a Harley with a sawn-off shotgun.
I'm gonna go listen to Radiohead.
Posted by Zeke 9:31 February 22nd, 2002
February 20th, 2002
I added my entry into The Mayfly Project. You gotta say what your 2001 was like in less than twenty words. It's been in the papers and things; kinda easy, but good to pass the time.
Found love. Found temporary job cooking Japanese food. Found three hundred people and ripped out their spleens. Moved to Jersey.
That was my entry. I left out the part about the New York water supply and that really slow-acting nerve gas, because I figure they'll find out soon enough. It'll take more than the collective support of the entire Christian world to save them then, ha ha.
I've just found Moments of Simplicity. It can freaking can go to hell. The simplest moment I know is when there's some fucker on the end of my boom stick, you know? I'm not gonna sit in front of a fucking sky blue Web site and fucking pick a bubble.
Goddamn, that's got me mad. Fucking people deciding what fucking makes me calm? Fuck them! Fuck them! I ain't fucking tense anyway!
I'm calm! They can go lick their own shitholes in hell, for all I fucking care!
I've had enough of this. Enough stress. I'm gonna go disembowel a traffic cop.
Posted by Zeke 19:39 February 20th, 2002
