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Meet Martyn Jacques, a white-faced depraved individual that plays the accordion, sings about smashing babies' heads, and on occasion takes photos of fucking inflatable sheep. His band, The Tiger Lillies, has shocked and offended audiences for almost 15 years, and he is now playing a Broadway rendition of Heinrich Hoffman's Shockheaded Peter, a 19th century collection of children's tales designed to scare youngens into submission....
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She ought to sew her mouth shut and cut off her hands.

still running running running falling down the rabbit hole...lists get longer alter stagger trip stumble stagger.

I like stop animation. I've been watching a lot of it lately. I bought a dollhouse today, maybe I should have kept the cadaver, given her a two story plastic castle. She would have fit in the little rooms, a specimin jar lounge chair. She's swimming through all the...
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I am quiet. Momentarily.

Fed Ex and Radio Shack are, in fact, my mortal enemies.

I run rampant, a friend asked if I was cornered, I looked at her wildly and said there were too many corners I'm crouched in.

pour more dye.
pack more clothes.
destroy dollies.
pass that test.
fire bomb Fed Ex.
sit on a bus for what should only be an...
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Let us all hold a moment of silence for Ami's junk.

what would you like me to discuss?

would you like to hear of monday morning induced comas, breathing apparatus and fitted jeans? successful living and worn out sneakers? plastic skeletons and mix tracks, heavy free base hittin lines, horror and surprise, plastic legs and black targets on a red?

she keeps a cord of leather tied around her neck.
she sees pictures of someone that...
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earlier this evening, I scribbled in my notebook.

My friend is crouched on the mock Spanish tile in front of his house, and I'm sitting on a torn out car bench, watching him paint and mutilate a Barbie I had laying around my house. Someone just changed the super up beat electronic song to something sounding like nails on a chalkboard in rythm, but in...
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send in the marching band, parade around and pretend i don't care.

i'm going home, going back to reality, a small dose here and there is all i need. baptisms and christenings, body fluids smear our skin and our sheets.

i won't divorce my demons, i'll prod at them and make them my friends, but i sure as fuck don't want to hear about yours.

heh.

heh.

Monday morning, as the Southern California rains poured down on us, the coastal town of La Conchita was buried in a devastating landslide. As of early this morning, there had been at least six confirmed deaths, one of them being a man named Charlie Womack.

Charlie was a member of The Clan Destino, the Burning Man camp that I have been affiliated with over the...
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