woooo, u must be grant hutchins

peter gabriel videos freak me out

especially when he turns into a fruit cocktail.

You people are simple minded and easily frightened or something. You want Peter Gabriel to frighten you? I recommend staying alone in a darkened house and putting on "The Lamb Lies Down On Broadway" on repeat until you have some sort of beyond good and evil flash and realize that Peter Gabriel's soul has the contours of the soul of the future man, and begin to wonder if there's a way to cross breed him and Ahmet and Henry Rollins so you can birth the future. Then, yes THEN, you will have been genuinely frightened by Peter Gabriel.

margaret is scaring me....

margret is turning me on. . . i want to drink her bathwater.

I want to take a bath with her,did I say that?No that was the checkered demon speaking through me,he wants to drink her bathwater too,the sick bastard.

Moonit, were you the one I frightened with my chitinous exoskeleton, or was that Gee? For chrissakes, people.

Ahmet and Henry? Cross-breeding Ahmet and Henry? That's like crossing a sunflower with a rhinocerous....what on EARTH would it LOOK like?!?! The mind reels! Ahmet and Henry AND Peter?? Oh, my brain hurts.

AND THE LAMB LIES DOWN ON BROOOOOOOOADWAY.

I still want to shag Henry,I love him for his mind and his body.

Ah yes, dear Henry. The heart of a rabbit in the body of a lion. My favorite story of his is the one in which he imagines himself shot and dying on a street and he thinks only of this woman he loves. The last line is "I will attempt to say your name with my dying breath." Swoon! Then of course, to show he's not all hearts and flowers, he has a poem whose last image is a man tearing out a woman's uterus and screaming "WHOSE IDEA WAS THIS?" (insert a witty ending here. i need to go eat dinner.)

Ah, the poet Rollins. Some of his stuff is plain ridiculous, but at some point in life, every one of them makes sense, I think. The last time I had a serious crush on someone, the ol'unrequited love thing (way back when i was a sucker for Redheads, especially self destructive ones [1993]), his stuff about being alone, misunderstood and alienated was comforting. "it could be worse," I'd say. "i could be Rollins." really have to say that Black Coffee Blues is great, especially 124 worlds. I like #56: PCP 2: I wear my sunglasses. Keeps you on one sie and me on the other. i don't know you, you'll never know me. What's the word? Thunderbird! I keep the devils to the side. I keep the good on the inside and the bad on the outside. All you see is the bad, got me? What's your bag? Do you dip into the goody bag or the devil bag? Where's your truth, where did it go, what happened? You got to wear your sunglasses and keep your radio tuned to Black Sabbath!

rollins poetry never did it for me. my life just isn't like that. for some reason, i'm wondering if anyone here has read nick cave's "and the ass saw the angel" that isn't my life either but it sure was a good story. slingblade reminds me a lot of that but the cave's novel is much more relentless.

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I can blame my hearing loss on Black Sabboth

Margret I think it was Gee who was afraid of the ekoskeleton. I just dont like peter gabriel. its his videos. the man is scary.

carrieann sort of knows the dancing baby guy. friend of a friend. I love naming semi-obscure friends of friends. it's so meaningless. a former colleague is good friends with the guy who makes those dress-up david and venus magnets. my patron's girlfriend is henry rollins' cousin. the guy I had dinner with last night knows reo speedwagon's singer's ex-wife. my rock star friend's face has been three inches from liv tyler's blue silk-clad ass. I'm waiting to use the scanner. madonna's "beautiful stranger" video is on. it's my song for this summer. I love it even though the lyrics are flawed.

clad in blue silk. I don't think her ass is blue. madonna has a great body. the "beautiful stranger" pants look so fucking good on her. the carpet/leather seller is taking me out for dinner again tonight. today I tried on leather miniskirts at his shop and haggled even though my patron is paying. and I'll let the merchant pay for dinner too, even though I'm on an expense account now. I'm such a bitch. they said they couldn't make my skirt in the exact color I wanted -- the color of a coat in their shop. so I asked if they could destroy the coat for scrap leather and make my skirt. but they said they'd have to ruin two coats to make the skirt the way I want it. I guess that's asking too much.

i used to make the david magnets when that guy first started out, i worked at kinko's. i showed him image repeat, which is when you frame out the image and it repeats down the page as many times as the paper size will allow. he was ecstatic. i met reo speedwagon at the ice cream place that i worked at. they came back several times and asked me for advice about what to see in new haven, connecticut. we had ice cream there called coffee oreo speedwagon, they really thought that was a hoot. i also worked at the club where they were playing, i worked the night of the show. i have never seen so many fifty year olds seemingly on acid. that show was not what i expected, to say the least.

REO Speedwagon Played aat Fort McCoy a month ago, in order to keep morale up. No comment. My best freind told Chris Cornell to fuck off at Loolapalooza, then realized who he was. She kissed Rollins on the cheek after he signed a book for her grandmother and the ol' softie blushed. I could go on about BErnie, who played with David Linley, Melissa Etheridge and produced Peter Tosh's band, but I have probably done so already. Can't wait to see him next weekend.

yesterday the carpet seller bought me breakfast, lunch and a fancy dinner in a seafood restaurant overlooking the bosphorus and sea of marmara. he also took me out for drinks and dessert at one of the fanciest hotels in town, where he gave me a gold heart-shaped pendant. (I would have guessed it was real gold, but of course he had to tell me.) he told me not to get the wrong idea. I don't know what the right idea is. he bought me flowers again. I saw him this morning and he brought me fresh peaches and yogurt and soda water. my favorite breakfast here. he had someone polish my shoes. then he took me boot shopping. he's talking me into buying a tailor-made black leather dress. I'm sure he's going to ask me to wear it out with him and I am going to say no. he had one of his employees follow me home with a huge kilim as a gift. he had tried to sell it to me for 1,200 and I said no, then he said it was a gift. I took it back to him. I think I would have kept it if I had liked the colors. I wonder how the final huge bad scene is going to play out.

hmm Jules and I used to have a crush on the lead singer of Indecent Obssesion (a tragic early 90's Australian boy band). The other day this guy comes in to her work - hes being interviewed on one of the radio stations for some singing/dancing musical thing hes the lead in. Its the same guy. She calls me. Shes laughing. He's really short. And has bad skin. And we used to love the man. Now he does musicals. Please. I gotta find some lyrics. This is bad.

Okay his name is David Dixon. (Write that down in case he becomes famous hehe NOT) I, I've got it all together *husky voice note* Cause I want someone here forever Cause you, you make me feel so right When I hold you near I Only Get What She Feels ---- Chorus Line ----- Won't u tell me something Whose gonna give me lovin All I want is one thing And I need your loving tragic yes!

one of my fav Rollins spoken word lines was the idea that women don't shit....they instead poot talcum powder.....i believe this don't tell me otherwise..he said he still believed darryl hannah still poots talcum powder...i want to believe .....don't tell me different... yes i have butt issues

but do you have butt tissues? the important question

butt of course

Remember Waffles doesn,t like the idea of women farting,humor him okay?

thanks dear

And his poor wife must be ready to explode by now.

when to chicks fart? i don't think i've ever heard it.

Cause before you get married and even for awhile after,she leaves the room to cut one.

really? my lady always says "i have to fart" and i'll say "uh, ok". and then i'll listen for it, but it never happens. and then i'll say "when you going to far?" and she says "i already did."

She,s holding back.

My wife calls those people "pod people," because they apparently lack the human ability to fart. She calls me a pod person. She's most definitely not a pod person.

she's pulling you leg nate.....or better yet your finger? eitherway the result is the same.....girls don't fart end of story.

Hey! Doesn't this conversation go beyond our "personal information" line? I'll get even, yes I will. You know who you are.

girls definitely fart. but few out the time and passion into it like dorm rats.

Ha!I just realized Simon,s in the doghouse tonight.L.O.L.

see simon, if you had just conceeded that women indeed DON'T fart everything would be ok....we'll see ya in a few days......

Q:why do farts smell?A:so deaf people can appreciate them too.

You people are obsessed with the most bizzare bodily functions. Margret - you've frightened me a few times since I've been here. You just have this way of going from perfectly normal to freaky psycho chick in half a second. Don't change. It's frightening, but neat. Through this whole thread I've had the urge to taunt "Margie, Margie, Margie!" at um...no one in particular.

Simon's a drooler. There are pillow marks to prove it. Huey's a drooler too. Why DO people drool in their sleep? Mouth breathing thing? Of course, most men are mouth breathers.

touche

Margret reminds me of my good friend Carole. She's the same way and I love her to death. One thing's for sure, Margret keeps you on your toes!

i know a woman who farts whenever she sneezes or coughs.

I bet she,s a real "blast" during cold and allergy season.

HA!............

margret eriely reminds me of someone i was madly in love with in high school. we dated for over a year....she was the most intelligent women I knew and she bossed me around...i liked it...she was totally in control... her name was also margret....when i started coming around here, i got nostalgic, and i called her just see what was up........she never returned my call....heart broken? no, but i was way back when..........

I,d love to party with Margret,she seems like the type that would watch your back when your out looking for trouble.

whats up

ah i saw gee nope

wookie balls.

I miss Margret, for the record. I'm always missing someone around these parts.

Yes, I miss Margret too, and Gee and R.C. and swine, off the top of my head of folks who always had something to say I wanted to read.

margret, no words, big crush

skrew your moms

hey what did we do to you to deserve that you stuck up little brat