pandemonium

Well my credit card ran out before SG could get my payment, so you know what... fuck it. I think I'm done here.

It was nice for a while and all, but when the hell am I really on here anymore? When did I get rich enough to have $9 I can wipe my ass with every month?

To all the friends and people I've talked with, met and sent space llamas to over the last six months, I bid you a fond farewell.

To all the rest of you, all I have to say is that you've made me hate indie rock even more. Striped scarves and band buttons look stupid.

I hate Yellowcard and like the new Dillinger Escape Plan album. I thought Irony is a Dead Scene was cool and I thought the movie Ghost World was idle and wholly unsatisfying.

I think I hate hipsters almost as much as I hate teenage anarchists. But not as much as organized religion.

That said, on the whole I had fun. Good luck to all of you, and to Iggy and JaiDee, best of luck to you with your respective life choices. Perhaps we shall cross paths again, but to be honest, probably not.

Well, that's it, kiddies.

It's been emotional.

And yes...
the destroyer is manifest

~Pandemonium