impboy

okay, so decompression was yesterday here in la. hoo baby baby baby, but it was burning up two whole city blocks here. i have no regrets.

apparently, this is part of the BMorg's master plan to introduce its art into communities all across the country. that's in theory, but in reality, it's basically planting shitloads of weirdness right in the middle of cities and converting unassuming citizens into full-fledged members of the mystery cult. and have a damn good time doing it.

well, i sure did, i'll tell you that. shit, i'll even let you in on a celebrity starfucker moment i had when I saw fairuza balk kicking it in little pedro's which served as the club cocomo part of the experience. of course, there was also chilling with some people i haven't seen in years - particularly alisa, who I haven't seen since her accident. it was very unnerving, to see her right arm shriveled and her walking like an old lady with a cane and everything. but she'd fucking stomp me if i started to pity her, so i got it.

so anyway, it made going to work today not so bad. and still a lot to do before i go out to the place to be

ramayana 2K3 coming soon to the 212. if you're in la,


check it this weekend.