everyone loves the evil

stupid sheep

2007-02-12T22:15:00.000-06:00

i am stuck in a brown wool sweater. and it will not come off.

and it's been this way for years.

it is hideous. scratchy. dismissing all attempts at human shape. grotesquely hot.

i put on the sweater without much thought. it was cold. i went outside.

then someone took a picture of me. i hadn't planned for it.

one of those pictures that can't come out well.

sitting on a stool in front of a white backdrop, the kind that manifest all of your personal flaws into physical ones.

and there i am for all eternity. trapped in a brown sweater. exactly as i expect i must have look that day.

only now i can't take off the sweater.

i am forever wearing it. every time i make a mistake. fumble at life. it comes back.

if only i'd planned it out better. but i didn't.

and now i am wearing the brown sweater. i can feel it scratching my neck.

Drinky Drinky

2006-08-30T16:15:00.001-05:00

Best. Vintage. Ever.

all evil, with just a touch of nice

2005-08-10T22:58:00.000-05:00

you love the evil. admit it.

we all do.

evil in its many forms; the generally evil, the questionably evil, the beautifully evil.

without the evil, the world would be a smorgasbord of do-gooding retards looking to better their surroundings in a self-centered attempt to feel better about themselves.

in its semi-naked, underwear-wearing state, evil is a pretty simple idea: it's not about being mean, it's about being honest.