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I Knew It [23 Aug 2006|10:30am]
"The Bush administration has admitted today that "Osama bin Laden" is really Fred Gerber of Waxley, OH, and the "terrorists" in the Osama training camp news footage are all union actors. The footage was filmed in the New Mexico desert, in the same location that the so-called "moon landing" was shot."

When asked why the government is now admitting this, Bush replied "Whattya gonna do about it?"
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[23 Aug 2006|10:18am]
"If we ever give up the desire to help people who want to live in a free society, we will have lost our soul as a nation," Bush said.

Georgie. Georgie Porgie. Georgie Porgie Puddin' Pie.
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Straightforward Reporting [23 Aug 2006|10:09am]
I do love these polls that reflect the opinions of "most Americans," and then reveal that "we did a phone survey of 1033 adult Americans."
I thought there were WAY more than 1033 people in this country. Hey, nobody called *me.* Make that 1034.
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Is it just me? [15 Aug 2006|11:56am]
WhackaBush has declared "Israel is the Winner" in a bombing match that killed how many children? I think we should ask the dead children who they think won?
Hey Bush, the transparent Lick Israel's Ass routine is so old and dead. And you are just outdoing your own already unbelievable moron levels by putting your stupid monkeyface out there with such statements pouring out of your cakehole. I hate you.
And meanwhile in the entertainment world of The United States of America, today's poll is whether the video of Britney Spears belching will "damage her image."
Damage her image?
How do you "damage" the image a no-talent, half-witted waste of space who is the hollow embodiment of "tits-n-ass in lieu of anything of value" mentality that our "culture" runs on?
And how come they weren't worried about this when she dropped her baby?
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These People are a Freak Show [11 Aug 2006|04:01pm]
Something is wrong with the following formula:
If I don't go to work, I won't be able to afford the gas to get there.

Ok, I'm just an ant on a very explosive world stage right now, but my landlord and utilities really don't give a shit about that. They want their money.

And *I* don't give a shit about how fat Oprah is this week, how unbelievably grotesque Kid Rock and Pam An are, or whether Tom Cruise is alive or dead. Ditto Justin Timberlake, Jennifer Anniston, and most especially Paris Hilton. How do I even know this much about them? Because I have to buy groceries, and there they are, smiling and floating above the fray, at the check-out line. Always. No matter what.
If Lebanon ends up a smoking crater, Brangelina will still be there.
If Bush takes one in the back of the head, Jack Black will still make a million dollars for...I'm not really sure what (in a diaper, no less..)
If a reporter is beheaded in Iraq...um.
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Let's Go People [10 Aug 2006|09:18am]
"More than 11 months after Hurricane Katrina, Louisiana's "Road Home" housing-aid program for victims of Katrina and Hurricane Rita has yet to come through with money for Watts or the roughly 100,000 others who have applied."

The Bush Administration says: "Who Cares?"

And here in America,in the pen-ultimate display of hipocrisy (while single-handedly saving starving, living in huts folks in Africa...)

>>Actor Brad Pitt has bought a modern Malibu mansion for $8 million.

>>Brad Pitt is doing his best to make his neighbors comfortable with the noisy renovations he's having done to his gorgeous home in Hollywood Hills, so he invited them all to a cocktail party once the construction is finished, according to a published report.
The expectant dad has appparently appointed three construction teams in efforts to speed up the process so that his house is complete when Angelina Jolie is ready to give birth.
In other words, according to Tmz.com, the teams are working 24 hours a day, 7 days a week in order to finish construction in a timely fashion<<

Why do certain people self-detonate, and others just don't? Oh, right, life is too much fun when YOU CAN HAVE WHATEVER YOU WANT. I should be fair: Brad and Angelina Gandhi did visit New Orleans and looked very concerned. They were probably relieved to get back home and put their minds back on bringing yet another human into the world. They can bring her to Africa. To visit. And then go home. At least he has put his One Million Dollar Wedding to what's-her-name out of his mind.
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We Really Do Suck [10 Aug 2006|09:09am]
"BAGHDAD, Iraq (Aug. 10) - A suicide bomber detonated a belt of explosives on his body near a highly revered Shiite shrine in southern Iraq Thursday, killing at least 33 people and injuring 108, an official said."

And from the heart of the U.S. anti-war, anti-Bush revolution:

1. 'Talladega Nights': $47 million
2. 'Barnyard: Original Party Animals': $16 million
3. 'Pirates of the Carribean 2': $11 million
4. 'Miami Vice': $9.7 million
5. 'The Descent': $8.8 million

Do I really have to look at Will Ferrel's ugly fucking face and have it shoved in *my* face how much money he is making while the world is blowing itself up?
Oh yeah, that goes for all of Hollywood and Athletes as well. Crappy or no health care? Too bad! Die! Long live the Hummer!
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No Wonder There's No Revolution [10 Aug 2006|09:00am]
"British authorities said Thursday they had thwarted a terrorist plot to simultaneously blow up several aircraft heading to the U.S. using explosives smuggled in carry-on luggage...
Police are confident they have disrupted a plot against aircraft which was "intended to be mass murder on an unimaginable scale," he said."

Hannah Pillinger, 24, seemed less concerned by the announcement. "Eight hours without an iPod, that's the most inconvenient thing," she said, waiting at the Manchester airport.

Vapid, apathetic, or just a completely self-involved, spoiled moron??
I don't understand this.
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[24 May 2006|09:25am]
[ mood | shell-shocked ]

A year since I've been here? I think I'm turning 104 next month, but I'm not positive. My records were destroyed when they bombed everything. But I think I'm definitely older than my parents.

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You Can See Them Out For Dinner [02 Nov 2005|09:38am]
[ mood | Manic ]

Oh. Topple. You MotherFuckers.
Like dominoes, all of you greedy, hate-mongering, white supremist, satanic pigs.
Who will never admit you ever did anything wrong. String you up and drag YOUR charred carcass thru the street, where a huge crowd will cheer the parade on. I'll be there selling balloons and witch hats while peeing myself.
Bring on the indictments.
Yay Us.

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Mass Media [18 Aug 2005|02:00pm]
Wading through extracted fatty tissue. Looking up, up and over. Keep your mind trained up and over. Fatty, fatty globules.
Wolfie said: "I'm going to Hollywood to work on my tolerance."
Oh, Wolfie, that won't help your tolerance any more than hitting yourself in the head with a book will make you smarter. I know, I've tried it.
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High [13 Aug 2005|03:55pm]
Mind-altering molten air.
But I, being patri(idiot)ic, believe my daddy George. There is nothing wrong with the ozone. There isn't.
No there isn't.
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Serenity [12 Aug 2005|09:41am]
It's only pretend, my kindergarten.
Tied to this boat is the memory of an old man who had a fish on his horn, stuck up there like an old seadragon; it lived on.
The pestilence was stultifying!
Terror in every crack and crevice of his mind, but it kept on, demanding his time and his infractions, which were many.
Chipped away at his road until there was nothing but chalk.
I'm going to stretch and stretch and stretch until I can kick myself in the face.
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Wolfie Goes to the Psychic [10 Aug 2005|12:38am]
"There is an enormous, stinking trash receptacle in what is supposed to be my backyard, and I want to know what it means."
Wolfie put some sad dollars on the table. The session had ended.
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It Can't Be Twelve Years [03 Aug 2005|09:37am]
Things I remember about my Ney-buh:

Arriving in SF to find a "Welcome Home" banner in my new apt., and air mattress, and OJ in the fridge.
"How yer like the weather terday?"
Phone message: "I'm coming in to get a potato, so if you're there, I've warned you!"
Your hysterical imitation of an American accent.
Yes, the police.
"Nightstand" and "Sideboard."
Never sit in the front row at performance art shows.
Getting my lungs flogged out in six minutes flat.
How much my cat loved you, and vice versa ("Bless 'er Boots)

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The Moon [27 Jul 2005|01:21am]
And leave all you fools behind.
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[25 Jul 2005|08:49pm]
The twins Tristan and Christian Hamchester, spawn of John Hamchester, dabbled in the arts; rolled a mean gnocchi. Lasted a few years, then faded into the sun.
Factually, it was no different than the rest of extinction.
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Fuck it [31 May 2005|08:42pm]
Fuck. It.
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Do It Already [29 May 2005|01:39am]
I have a recurring badthought about a large hook going through my sternum and out again, attached to a wire cable, and it pulls. The sensation of the pressure right before my bone snaps is what stays and stays. I have to press my hand over my chest to make it stop. This has been going on for years. I'm afraid some morning I'm going to wake up hanging like that, from the ceiling, by my sternum, not dead but in agony, slowly turning.
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