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its funny- sometimes i just neglect to mention this seething cauldron i've got inside me. i mean- things are going okay in the trenches. there is a little bit of general procrastination, but generally its a kind of "lemme at 'em" atmosphere. plus there is that girl, right? girls are always what break boys hearts, but mine is pretty swell. she laughed for about fifteen minutes after watching svetlana, russia's tempermental queen of gymnastics, make a crazy vault. so i guess i sort of feel like i ought to shut the fuck up. what the hell excuse do i have to be saying gut-wrenching things? but like always, i'm more influenced by my internal mythology than any outside event. & sometimes i reach right inside the hive & pull out handfuls of royal jelly.