Walk me out in the morning dew. Sounds pretty innocent and eventful. But what if the morning dew is chooped full of insect fogger and other forms of concentrated pesticides?? Get a lung full and hope for the best. I'm finding cockroach carcasses in various points in the store. Genocide has a new face. Genocide has a new name. On this pale horse sat a beast. This beast doth wield the power of Ronnie James Dio and Lovecraft's Cthulu boogeymen. This beast goes only by the moniker WHISKEYFIGHTPIT and many an insect has trembled before his mighty blade. All except for Zorak on the Space Ghost show.
The only problem I forsee with my cockroach massacre is the eventual apocalypse. This coming apocalypse will probably have nuclear weapons sprinkled about its canvas of misery. NUCLEAR WAR.....IT'S A MOTHERFUCKER. I know I know I;ve been down the Sun Ra path many times. It's a fucking splendid quote. What if all of this silly ass radiation super sizes the cockroach community?? I know cockroaches must have some form of oral history. What if I'm like Satan in cockroach folklore??? The way fate works with me, I will probably survive this nuclear holocaust. So I'll be wandering around the whole wasteland looking for water and food. Probably will be looking for women or a random safe full of pornography. Well, these fucking cockroaches will be hanging out by a big stack of charred Buicks giving me the evil eye.
"Hey that little prick looks like the WhiskeyFightPit?"
"What, is that some kind of theme restaurant in Ireland or something?"
"No, motherfucker, he's like the Pol Pot of our fucking species."
"Oh yeah, that's just a embryo story our parents used to tell. Like the one about playing with your antennas makes you go blind. Cheap roach talk, cheesedick."
"Either way man, let's go stick a fucking tentacle in his ass."
"Sounds like a plan, Stan"
So now I gotta go grab a blunt object and fight a bunch of cockroaches. All because the owner of the store wont pay for the fucking Orkin man to come out and get jiggy wit it. If I get assraped by a bunch of giant cockroaches in the future I'm gonna haunt all generations of the owner's family. Like King Tut's fucking curse but much more SILLY.
SOME CDS I LISTENED TO AT WORK
Joe Bussard's Treasure Trove of Vintage 78's-Down In The Basement.
The Clientele- Suburban Light
Necro- Gory Days:The Instrumentals
AN ANTHOLOGY OF NOISE & ELECTRONIC MUSIC/ SECOND A-CHRONOLOGY VOLUME 2
RANDY'S VINTAGE DUB SELECTION
Jel- 10 Seconds
Merzbow- Music For Bondage Performance
Sixtoo- Songs I Hate And Other People Moments
Mission Of Burma- VS.
The Best Of Clifford Brown
Funkadelic- Cosmic Slop
MX-80 Big Hits/Hard Attack
Miles Davis- Nefertiti
My Morning Jacket- At Dawn
Wilco- Being There
George Harrison- All Things Must Pass
Tomahawk- Mit Gas
Bob James- One
Autechre- Confield
Catheters- Static Delusions and Stone-Still Days
Sly & The Family Stone- There's A Riot Going On
Kingsbury Manx- Let You Down
Jawbreaker- Bivouac
A Clockwork Orange soundtrack
DJ Spooky- Optometry
Big Black- Songs About Fucking
The Clash- Sandinista
The Stooges
Mix Master Mike- Anti Theft Device
Pixies- Bossanova
IF YOU WERE EVER TO VENTURE TO MY LITTLE OHIO PATCH OF CORN, STAY AWAY FROM THE GERMAN AMERICAN FESTIVAL. IT'S A DRUNK TRAP AND NOTHING MORE. WEAK MEN IN JUDGES ROBES AND EXPENSIVE SUITS LAUGH AS YOUR D.U.I.'S POUR IN LIKE A MOUNTAIN BROOK. EVERYONE I KNOW HAS A DUI FROM THAT UNHOLY PLACE. THE SOLUTION IS TO GET DRUNK IN THE PRIVACY OF YOUR OWN HOME. SURE, IT'S A TELL TELL SIGN OF ALCOHOLISM AND HERMITISM BUT LOOKS AT THE STRONG POINTS....BETTER MUSIC, CHEAPER BOOZE, AND FRIENDLIER PEOPLE.
SOUNDTRACK OF THE DAY
Danzig- Danzig II Lucifuge. Hey, the little liner notes pull out into an upside down cross. Give me a fucking break.
AN UNWANTED UPDATE.
It's about midnight and I've just read about the passing of Wesley Willis. There aren't many artists putting it down these days that play an honest music like Wesley did. This is a man who had every possible ailment sail into his port but would never let any of that bullshit stop him from letting his voice be heard. I can rememeber being a 12 year old and mocking his art like many people do in this society. Laughing at this obese man shouting obscenities and what seemed like babble. Thankfully, I broke free from those stereotype small town jock condescensions and began to try and understand his world. Every small tidbit of information that us regular folk take for granted, Wesley would turn into art. Busses, Trains, Shitty Bands, celebrities, towns. Anything that would enter into his field of view. His constant attention to all that is beautiful and ugly no matter how small is a constant inspiration in these times. Wesley could make you feel like a child again. No passing of an artist or family member has made me cry in my adult life. I'm crying right now because Wesley was a very special man. He was that mirror you stared into and saw only how things should be. Wes, you were a gift to all of us sorry sonsabitches and now I hope all of the peace that eluded your life is now in abundance. I love you, Wes.
The only problem I forsee with my cockroach massacre is the eventual apocalypse. This coming apocalypse will probably have nuclear weapons sprinkled about its canvas of misery. NUCLEAR WAR.....IT'S A MOTHERFUCKER. I know I know I;ve been down the Sun Ra path many times. It's a fucking splendid quote. What if all of this silly ass radiation super sizes the cockroach community?? I know cockroaches must have some form of oral history. What if I'm like Satan in cockroach folklore??? The way fate works with me, I will probably survive this nuclear holocaust. So I'll be wandering around the whole wasteland looking for water and food. Probably will be looking for women or a random safe full of pornography. Well, these fucking cockroaches will be hanging out by a big stack of charred Buicks giving me the evil eye.
"Hey that little prick looks like the WhiskeyFightPit?"
"What, is that some kind of theme restaurant in Ireland or something?"
"No, motherfucker, he's like the Pol Pot of our fucking species."
"Oh yeah, that's just a embryo story our parents used to tell. Like the one about playing with your antennas makes you go blind. Cheap roach talk, cheesedick."
"Either way man, let's go stick a fucking tentacle in his ass."
"Sounds like a plan, Stan"
So now I gotta go grab a blunt object and fight a bunch of cockroaches. All because the owner of the store wont pay for the fucking Orkin man to come out and get jiggy wit it. If I get assraped by a bunch of giant cockroaches in the future I'm gonna haunt all generations of the owner's family. Like King Tut's fucking curse but much more SILLY.
SOME CDS I LISTENED TO AT WORK
Joe Bussard's Treasure Trove of Vintage 78's-Down In The Basement.
The Clientele- Suburban Light
Necro- Gory Days:The Instrumentals
AN ANTHOLOGY OF NOISE & ELECTRONIC MUSIC/ SECOND A-CHRONOLOGY VOLUME 2
RANDY'S VINTAGE DUB SELECTION
Jel- 10 Seconds
Merzbow- Music For Bondage Performance
Sixtoo- Songs I Hate And Other People Moments
Mission Of Burma- VS.
The Best Of Clifford Brown
Funkadelic- Cosmic Slop
MX-80 Big Hits/Hard Attack
Miles Davis- Nefertiti
My Morning Jacket- At Dawn
Wilco- Being There
George Harrison- All Things Must Pass
Tomahawk- Mit Gas
Bob James- One
Autechre- Confield
Catheters- Static Delusions and Stone-Still Days
Sly & The Family Stone- There's A Riot Going On
Kingsbury Manx- Let You Down
Jawbreaker- Bivouac
A Clockwork Orange soundtrack
DJ Spooky- Optometry
Big Black- Songs About Fucking
The Clash- Sandinista
The Stooges
Mix Master Mike- Anti Theft Device
Pixies- Bossanova
IF YOU WERE EVER TO VENTURE TO MY LITTLE OHIO PATCH OF CORN, STAY AWAY FROM THE GERMAN AMERICAN FESTIVAL. IT'S A DRUNK TRAP AND NOTHING MORE. WEAK MEN IN JUDGES ROBES AND EXPENSIVE SUITS LAUGH AS YOUR D.U.I.'S POUR IN LIKE A MOUNTAIN BROOK. EVERYONE I KNOW HAS A DUI FROM THAT UNHOLY PLACE. THE SOLUTION IS TO GET DRUNK IN THE PRIVACY OF YOUR OWN HOME. SURE, IT'S A TELL TELL SIGN OF ALCOHOLISM AND HERMITISM BUT LOOKS AT THE STRONG POINTS....BETTER MUSIC, CHEAPER BOOZE, AND FRIENDLIER PEOPLE.
SOUNDTRACK OF THE DAY
Danzig- Danzig II Lucifuge. Hey, the little liner notes pull out into an upside down cross. Give me a fucking break.
AN UNWANTED UPDATE.
It's about midnight and I've just read about the passing of Wesley Willis. There aren't many artists putting it down these days that play an honest music like Wesley did. This is a man who had every possible ailment sail into his port but would never let any of that bullshit stop him from letting his voice be heard. I can rememeber being a 12 year old and mocking his art like many people do in this society. Laughing at this obese man shouting obscenities and what seemed like babble. Thankfully, I broke free from those stereotype small town jock condescensions and began to try and understand his world. Every small tidbit of information that us regular folk take for granted, Wesley would turn into art. Busses, Trains, Shitty Bands, celebrities, towns. Anything that would enter into his field of view. His constant attention to all that is beautiful and ugly no matter how small is a constant inspiration in these times. Wesley could make you feel like a child again. No passing of an artist or family member has made me cry in my adult life. I'm crying right now because Wesley was a very special man. He was that mirror you stared into and saw only how things should be. Wes, you were a gift to all of us sorry sonsabitches and now I hope all of the peace that eluded your life is now in abundance. I love you, Wes.
VIEW 5 of 5 COMMENTS
sometimes people need to hear that they are being cunts.
im the one to tell them.
have fun