|"This sea of writhing bodies had better fucking lead to Kage..."|
You've been hanging round
With an enemy of the state
Come with me to the building
That no one stops to watch
Come on, bleed
Bleed for me
We'll strap you to a pipe
Electrodes on your balls
Face down in a pool of piss
We're well trained by the CIA
With Yankee tax money in Ft. Bragg
The Peace Corps builds up labor camps
When they think they're building schools, ha!
Maybe you'll just disappear
~ Dead Kennedys
Soooo...um...hmmmm. Not too much happening in my life right now, what with being stuck in hop-sital and all, but there are a few interesting updates. Pretend you’re interested for a moment, k? Then you can go look at some German porn sites, cuz even I can admit that they’ve got me beat for content and plot at this particular moment.
Update #1. I wrote to Jello Biafra, demanding to know when he would be gracing my city and regaling me with his cape-ed ablutions of the world’s politics. To my absolute shock, someone actually replied. To my utter dismay, it was merely to inform me that Mr. Biafra had no intentions of even gracing my continent anytime in the near future.
Oh, and he also said that Mr. Biafra must respectively decline my offer of some pants-less Jello wrestling. Pooh.
|See? I wasn't shtting you, he wears a cape.|
Update #2. My relationship with Polski, the dancing octogenarian, has hit a somewhat sticky patch. When he saw me yesterday walking with my dad, he accused me of having another boyfriend. When Dad replied, “Actually, this is my daughter”, Polski asked him how old I was and how much Dad would take for me.
Update #3. I’m looking and feeling a bit better.
|Desperately trying to teleport Henry Rollins to my hop-sital|
bed by telekinesis....
|....but I haven't seen him yet. Fucker.|
Update #4. I am very upset with some of the nursing staff right now. I had just perfected how to screech around a corner in a standard issue hop-sital wheelchair and then end the sprint in a flawless triple pirouette when they came and took my toy away from me and told me to go back to bed. My cries of needing to train for the next Olympics Fancy Wheelchair Dancing Event went unheard. Chuh.
Update #5. I’m pining for someone, and for once it’s not Henry Rollins, though of course I am always pining for him. But you know who you are, other person.
Update #6. Speaking of Henry “MyPecsDanceOnlyForKage” Rollins! He has a new book coming out!
"On Tuesday, we will be announcing the pre-sale of my new book called Occupants. We will be getting them before the stores do and worked it out with the publisher so we can get them out there asap. This is the book I have been telling you about, the photo/essay book that took me eight years to complete. If you go to HenryRollins.com, you will see the announcement on our store page. Also on Sunday, I will write about it on my Dispatch page on the site. On Tuesday we release the presale thing. It will be on my site and I will also tweet the address at noonish on Tuesday. I will be signing a limited number of these when they arrive in mid September." www.henryrollins.com
I encourage you to get this book, but NOT UNTIL I HAVE MINE. He’s gonna sign the first however many of them, and if YOU get a signed one and I DON’T? THERE WILL BE FIRE, and someone is gonna get hurt. I’m not saying who, but it’s gonna be you.
I simply must have one.