made a lil photo essay for all of your asses.
made a lil photo essay for all of your asses.
Give ‘Em Enough Rope
we met when we were in school
never took no shit from no one, we weren’t fools
the teacher says we’re dumb
we’re only having fun
we piss on everyone
in the classroom
when we got thrown out i left without much fuss
an’ weekends we’d go dancing
down streatham on the bus
you always made me laugh
got me in bad fights
play me pool all night
i practised daily in my room
you were down the crown planning your next move
go on a nicking spree
hit the wrong guy
each of you get three
years in brixton
i did my very best to write
how was butlins?
were the screws too tight?
when you lot get out
were gonna hit the town
we’ll burn it fuckin’ down
to a cinder
cos years have passed and things have changed
and i move anyway i wanna go
i’ll never forget the feeling i got
when i heard that you’d got home
an’ i’ll never forget the smile on my face
‘cos i knew where you would be
an’ if you’re in the crown tonight
have a drink on me
but go easy…
i was greeted by a man in a Santa suit with a clipboard who extended his white gloved hand who said, “welcome to Hell.”
i shook his hand and a buzzer went off in my palm.
“i dont have time to give you the grande tour, my apologies, we have to get you suited up and we dont have much time.” he said.
i said a little prayer as we wound our way through the dark caves lit by torches and occasional flourescent tubes.
no need to pray down here, we can read your mind, and the prayers only go on your permanent record and used against you in nasty little ways, my guide esped to me and led me to a giant cave filled with Santa Claus suits.
quickly i can tell you the purpose of Hell, it’s not to punish you, it’s to torment the Creator. tomorrow is His birthday. it’s our assignment to water it down, to trivilize it, to ruin it, to distract people’s thoughts, to do everything we can to take the Holiness away from it and make it seem like a child’s birthday party.
but it is a child’s birthday party. it’s Je–
my mouth was zippered shut.
we dont say the J word down here.
my mouth was unzipped.
Xmas isnt just a child’s birthday, it’s a lot more than that, pastor, dont be coy. yes it’s Someone’s birthday, but we dont want it to be about Him we want it to be about every other child in the world Except Him. comprende?
Santa Claus is the greatest acheivement of Hell. we have successfully intergrated our fake-out on the entire planet. anywhere you go you are more likely to see a picture of the white jolly elf than the Creator of the Universe. even in Latin America where people name their children after the Messiah you will see Santa. Even in Bethlehem, even in church.
within minutes i was in the familiar jacket, boots, gloves, fake beard and cap. and i was loaded onto a bus and before i knew it i was back on Earth.
i couldnt speak the words that i wanted to.
i stood outside a shopping mall ringing a bell. people put money into my cauldron.
all i could say was ho ho ho.
because it wasnt Hell, i was capable of saying Merrrrrrry Christmas, but it was an ironic one. A celebration of theft. I thanked people for their money. It wasnt going to the poor or the sick or the needy. It was going to Hell. my new home.
after lunch i was collected, my money was counted and i was reassigned to the throne inside the mall where little kids sat on my lap and mothers cooed and fathers smiled for the first time in a long time.
pictures were taken and little kids told me what they wanted and i lied and told them that they would get everythign that they wanted.
were you a good little boy this year?
were you good to your mother and your father?
were you good to your brothers and your sisters?
i was good to my sister, but i dont gots any brothers.
did you clean up your room like a good boy?
i dont gots a room, santa claus. i sleep on the couch.
the little kid laughed like it was the silliest question ever.
i just wept.
but theres no crying in the Santa suit.
all that came out was ho ho ho.
don’t: look, it’s tony pierce.
tony: wow, i was just signing off
don’t: that would be dumb.
tony: i have to write about Hell
don’t: tony doesn’t like me anymore.
tony: don’t doesnt like me any more
don’t: i don’t even get exciting e-mails anymore like i did for that day.
don’t: it was like a one night stand.
tony: you shouldnt feel bad
tony: its not you
tony: ive just had a few bad online relationships
tony: as in Very recently
don’t: what does that have to do with me.
don’t: i got my airplane tickets today for l.a. i’ll be flying into lax january 13th. i’ll be there for 4 days and then i fly to maui. we should sit down and do that interview, wouldn’t that be fun.
tony: all interviews i do are on aol
don’t: that’s weird.
tony: not really
tony: that way if someone tries to make me look dumber than i really am
tony: i have the interview that i can put on my site
don’t: i thought the perks would be more appealing.
don’t: hm, okay.
don’t: i offered.
tony: what sign did you say you were?
tony: the bull?
tony: isnt the customer always right?
don’t: which one of us is the customer.
tony: whats the problem with letting me do it the way i want to?
don’t: okay, i didn’t know you had such a problem in social situations.
tony: im a master of social situations
tony: and im a good interview
tony: why dont you want me to feel comfortable?
tony: why do you want me to be misquoted?
don’t: you’re not comfortable meeting people in real life?
tony: i dont think that people who know me through my writing
don’t: you could sit across from me and answer the questions on paper and we could pass it back and forth.
tony: will like me as much in person
don’t: what do you have to lose, i mean, you said i’m hot.
don’t: even just to get a peek at the cleavage.
don’t: or the ass even.
tony: i thought we were talking about an interview?
don’t: well, we’d be naked and everything.
tony: you will come here and get naked and interview me?
don’t: no, i couldn’t interview naked.
don’t: i would feel dirty.
tony: whats dirty about your body?
don’t: hey, i’m asking the questions.
tony: good luck with that ideal
tony: why do you want to get naked for me?
don’t: i don’t.
don’t: i want to sit across from you with a tape recorder.
tony: why is my voice more important than my words?
don’t: because i’ll be in l.a., that’s the only reason.
don’t: so, why not.
don’t: four days.
don’t: f o u r
don’t: 1 2 3 4
tony: where are you staying?
don’t: hotel, my sister is coming with me.
tony: what sign is your sister?
don’t: do you know where the hyatt anaheim is.
tony: do you like disneyland?
tony: thats all thats going on in anaheim
tony: do you like your pussy eaten?
don’t: are you going to answer me.
tony: i have never been to the hyatt anaheim
tony: im sure it’s fine
don’t: there’s supposed to be someone famous at the hyatt anaheim this week.
don’t: that’s not my question, dope.
don’t: we’re staying at the beverly hills hotel.
tony: tony robbins isnt that famous
tony: im #3 tony on google, he’s like #15
tony: i know
tony: im #4
don’t: how come you said you were in bad online relationships if you’ve never met anyone online.
tony: well, thats one of the problems
tony: she keeps teasing me
tony: telling me she will come see me
tony: then doesnt
don’t: than she’s bullshit.
don’t: detach your heart from the situation.
tony: i try
tony: i like her a lot though
don’t: how do you know she’s her.
tony: she had her brother make a little movie
tony: her on the phone talking to me
don’t: that’s not good.
tony: what isnt?
don’t: is it that pasty girl?
tony: all you girls are pasty
don’t: i’m not.
tony: show me more pics
don’t: k, hold.
don’t: i bet you deleted the other ones.
tony: not of you i didnt
don’t: you should.
don’t: shit, if they’re not going to end up on tonypierce.com than fuck it.
tony: they dont fit
tony: keep trying
tony: right now im writing about Hell
tony: and about Santa
tony: if you have pics of either of those things
tony: starring you
tony: then you might have a chance
don’t: i would need to re-start my other computer, transfer them to disk and get them onto this computer, you’re not going to make me do all that, are you?
tony: ive read that its impossible to make a taurus woman do anything
don’t: not true.
tony: whats the key?
don’t: that’s the secret.
tony: if you want to get me more pictures
tony: i will promise to stay on line
tony: i really want to write right now
tony: so it might be perfect
don’t: so, in other words…
tony: go get your pics
tony: i’ll be here
don’t: but don’t talk.
tony: dont you want to find out about hell?
tony: dont you like my writing?
don’t: i like your writing but i don’t think i like you very much.
don’t: that’s the conflict.
tony: because you cant control me?
tony: i will tell you how to control me
tony: wear a short plaid skirt
tony: knee highs
tony: sexy shoes
tony: and know what you want
don’t: well, i’ve been telling you what i want for 17 minutes.
don’t: it’s not working.
don’t: so, you’re right, everything you do write is a lie.
tony: i gave you the secret and you piss on it
don’t: and i just proved your theory wrong.
don’t: okay, here we go.
don’t: here’s one of me with short hair.
don’t: don’t laugh on the inside.
don’t: connect with me baby.
tony wants to directly connect.
don’t is now directly connected.
don’t: that was bad.
don’t: i should not have shown that.
don’t: that was sick and wrong.
tony: was that on your wedding day?
don’t: i wish.
don’t: here’s me being cute.
don’t: i love those shoes.
don’t: see, i’m not pasty.
tony: cant tell
don’t: wanna see my boat?
don’t: no, nevermind.
tony: everytime you say nevermind
don’t: you want to hurt me bad.
don’t: real bad.
tony: no, a baby seal gets clubbed
don’t: i think out loud, that’s all.
don’t: shut the fuck up.
tony: its true
tony: i have brilliance to deliver
don’t: i don’t show anyone my boat, feel special.
tony: i feel very special
tony: you have 4 more minutes
don’t: to what.
tony: till i have to write
don’t: i’m timed.
don’t: don’t doesn’t get timed.
tony: don’t wants to be the man so badly
don’t: so, which day should i book for personal tony time. the 13th, the 14th, the 15th or the 16th.
don’t: i can tell you where to meet me, you can show up freely.
don’t: if you don’t, i’ll know you’re a pussy.
don’t: and don’t time people, it’s dumb.
tony: my schedule isnt in front of me
tony: im a pussy about certain things, but not about meeting girls
don’t: i’m sure all four are open.
tony: everything i do is dumb
tony: dont be so sure
don’t: please stop.
tony: a good picture buys you 4 more minutes
don’t: i’m not a trick.
tony: dont project
tony: its called a compromise
don’t: a compromise.
don’t: i guess i just look at things differently.
tony: maybe youve had all day to write
tony: i didnt
don’t: i haven’t.
tony: i had to make out with a beautiful twnty year old
tony: i had to feel her up
don’t: that’s just what i was thinking to myself about.
tony: i had to buy her mexican food
don’t: i should be working but i’m talking.
tony: then i had to go to another girls house
don’t: because i want to.
tony: and feed her cats
tony: but the cats werent anywhere to be found
tony: then i had to drive on the hollywood freeway to go home
tony: and the phone rings a lot here
don’t: i still need to get myself off in shower before bed so don’t think you’re the only one with a full schedule, tony pierce.
tony: i dont beat off on sunday
don’t: are you going to answer me.
tony: so i have a double load here
don’t: or should i just give up for good.
tony: that sits and waits untill im done writing
tony: whats the question?
don’t: you know the question.
tony: 9 inches
don’t: seriously now.
don’t: should i just stop.
tony: i like girls who do as i say
tony: and give me pics
tony: and say sweet things to me
tony: incredibly easy
don’t: that’s a downer.
tony: whats so down about it?
don’t: because i figured you would want to meet me.
don’t: nice talking to you though, i really appreciate your time.
don’t: i guess i always miss out on the good ones.
tony: poor you
don’t: maybe you’ll change your mind.
tony: about what?
don’t: maybe it’ll happen in the next 2 minutes.
don’t: about being dumb towards me.
don’t: really, just no desire at all?
tony: to meet someone i dont know?
don’t: yes, i guess.
tony: i dont even go see the people i love the most!
tony: i live 2 miles from 15 friends
tony: i dont see them
tony: i have Blooks for them
tony: perfect excuses to see them
tony: its Christmas
tony: i dont see them
don’t: they’re not me.
tony: so dont take it personally
tony: fine, what makes you so special?
tony: do tell.
tony: writer girl
don’t: you can’t go wrong.
tony: in what way?
don’t: i’m well-rounded.
tony: you have a fat ass?
don’t: you’re just scared you might like it.
tony: i prefer fat asses
tony: oh yeah thats what else i did today
tony: gave a blook to a girl with a perfect ass
tony: at her home
tony: she looked incredible
don’t: did you touch it.
tony: she was sick
tony: i stayed on the porch
tony: hadnt seen her in 5 months
tony: maybe more
tony: stuck my arm all the way out
don’t: i’d love to hear more but i want to talk about me.
tony: gave it to her
tony: ran off
tony: she Was a virgin
tony: 25 yrs old
tony: D cups
don’t: ooo, d cups.
tony: perfect ass
tony: thick lips
don’t: sounds nice, wish i coulda gotten a piece of the coochie.
don’t: can we talk about me.
tony: ive ignored her for half a year
don’t: you’ve ignored me for 7 minutes.
tony: so, the question is,
tony: with that all said
tony: why should i meet you?
don’t: because you were looking for a don’t to fill that void.
tony: i told you what i liked
tony: you are saying thats not you
don’t: why do you have to be difficult.
don’t: why do questions have to be involved.
tony: im being easy as pie
don’t: why not me.
don’t: it’s stupid.
don’t: why the fuck not.
tony: cuz you dont want what i want
tony: i am old enough to know what i need
tony: and what i want
don’t: what do i want that you don’t want.
don’t: do tell.
tony: you want to be the man
tony: you want control
tony: you want things your way
tony: – 18
don’t: no, that’s just the way things happen.
don’t: that’s stupid.
tony: send me a picture
don’t: in the mail?
don’t: testing me, i like it.
don’t: i’m not 19, i’m 23 remember.
tony: ok, im gonna go write now
don’t: i bore you.
tony: you dont listen
tony: say goodnight, don’t.
don’t: or took 2 minutes to write an e-mail.
don’t: you’re a dick.
tony: if telling you i have waited all night to write
tony: and then spending a half hour with your pouty ass is being a dick
tony: then im guilty as hell
don’t: eh, i don’t give a shit.
don’t: i’m a better writer anyway.
tony: no shit
tony: you are
tony: i agree
tony: you make money off your shit
tony: all i get are girls who want to fuck me
don’t: my interview could have been called “pussy”
tony: too bad you dont have the guts
don’t: the ones who talk about it are the ones who don’t get it.
don’t: the guts to what.
tony: to call it pussy
don’t: you’re not worth it.
tony: i offered to fly to LA to fuck him, he said he’d think about it, this is a story about a pussy
don’t: you could have been.
don’t: did i?
don’t: wow, i must have been slipped some roofies when i said that.
don’t: karma’s a bitch.
tony: <--- Christian tony: <--- couldnt give a shit about "karma" don’t: that’s why you don’t make money off your shit because you talk to people like they’re 4.
don’t: god, if i were 5 years old, i’d prank you.
tony: i dont make money off my shit because publishers wouldnt know where to put my shit
tony: prank away
tony: im going to write
don’t: right next to the autobiography of
don’t: i’m not done yelling at you.
tony: i’ll give you three more minutes
tony: im going to change your name
tony: and put this on the blog
tony: gimme a good picture
tony: i truly dont appreciate people who dont appreciate my time
don’t: why would you put something on to distort our conversation and make me look like an ass.
don’t: i appreciate your time when it’s spent doodling with me.
don’t: see that!
tony: so youre admitting that youve been an ass to me for the last half hour?
don’t: because i’m offended.
don’t: i’m not an ass.
don’t: i never said that.
tony: unlike your interview of me, im not going to change your words
tony: so if you havent acted like an ass
tony: theres no way i could make you “look” like one
don’t: why would you put an aol conversation up.
don’t: like you’re not going to write a little snotty paragraph to go with it.
tony: im not drudge
tony: i dont need any snotty intro
don’t: do you have a deep voice.
don’t: answer me.
tony: deeper than youd think
don’t: i doubt that.
tony: say goodnight to the nice people now
don’t: i’m not finished.
don’t: and neither are you.
tony: what do you want your fake name to be?
don’t: give me your phone number.
tony: you have it
don’t: not anymore.
tony: what happened to it
don’t: i wrote it at work.
tony: i asked you nicely to let me work
tony: i told you my circumstance
tony: you saw i havent been able to write all day
tony: 1 entry????
tony: so not cool/
tony: instead of saying, cool man, hit me up when youre done
tony: you were all
tony: me me me me me me me me me me
don’t: i was born in may.
don’t: just right now.
tony: i know lots of people born in may
don’t: it’s not me mem em ememe always.
don’t: i’m a baby.
don’t: i’m the youngest.
tony: your time is up
don’t: do you realize that when you sign off on me, this is our last conversation.
tony: do you realize that i
tony: dont care
tony: believe you?
tony: if anyone ever doubted that i am in Hell
tony: now they know the truth.
don’t: that was shitty to say to someone before christmas.
don’t: i’m sorry i made you feel like that.
don’t: i thought it was funny.
tony: if you dont let me write, i will print all of this
don’t: why don’t you just block me.
tony: why dont you just do what the person says will make them happy?
don’t: because if you don’t give a shit, just block me.
tony: because if i had blocked you, i would have never had this post
what was different about this bus was it wasn’t a city bus like the others, this was a greyhound luxury cruiser. it raised my spirits cuz i figured they wouldn’t send a sweet greyhound for people who were going to end up in Hell. plus this bus said it was going to Springfield. i hugged kurt and climbed aboard.
it was a long way to springfield and as always i fell asleep within minutes of the gentle rocking in the cabin. when i woke up i saw that we were parked at the foot of a giant escalator at second and euclid next to a curious solar monorail .
after we walked through the mortal detector we were guided to the escalator and an angel held a clip board and as we got on he put a check next to our names.
it was a long climb, this escalator. i could see all of springfield, shelbyville, and much of capital city.
after a while i was above the clouds.
i reached the top of the ascent
and then, of course
i tumbled and
free fell and
screamed the whole way
out came two angels.
now isn’t the time to lie
you’re going to hell, mr. pierce.
i was falling at a more rapid pace. the wind cut at me.
it was cold, but it was getting warmer.
don’t i get to be judged first?
you were judged as you got on the escalator.
but wasn’t God supposed to judge me?
He was The One with The Clipboard.
i was dropping at a faster pace almost like something was pushing me.
but i didn’t do anything bad!
everything you did was bad.
but i loved the Lord
then why did you download all that porn?
and gigs of mp3s?
i was falling so fast i could hardly breathe.
when was the last time you went to church?
that church was a joke!
then why didn’t you find a new one?
you found new girlfriends.
you found new jobs
you found new liquor stores.
you found new vices.
you found new whores.
i never paid for sex.
the angel who wasn’t saying anything stood next to a plummeting blackboard keeping score. underneath the word angel were several dozen hash marks. underneath the word tony there were none.
you devirginized three girls.
they were women.
they were angels.
the blackboard angel lifted his eyebrows, the talking angel nodded and sighed.
didn’t you notice their perfect bodies?
three more hashmarks were added to the angel’s tally.
but i didn’t know!
you should have waited until you were married.
Thats not in the Bible!
one of them went away for summer vacation and thought she was pregnant and called you and you didn’t call back.
i told her not to call me that summer! i wanted her to get over me.
she thought she was pregnant.
she couldn’t have been pregnant, we used condoms every time.
she thought she was pregnant!
she wasn’t pregnant!!
i hurtled down ridiculously. almost as something was pulling me.
you never studied at school.
that’s a sin?
you wasted all of your talents.
that’s not a sin either!
it’s not a good thing.
a mark was added to the angel’s long line.
what are Jesus’s brothers’ names?
Josis, Philip… aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
the one angel nodded to the other angel, three more marks were put on the board.
i can’t concentrate under this pressure!!!!!
sure you can, name the Showtime Lakers
Magic, Worthy, Byron Scott, Kareem, Rambis, Cooper, Coach Pat Riley.
see, you can concentrate fine, so what are the names of the three other brothers of the Messiah?
you’re a minister yet you don’t know the Word. you write your own words, but you’re not interested in anyone elses. you memorize porn stars’ names, and not the real names of the man who’s heaven you say you want to live in for Eternity. you are what is called a Taker, a User, a Sinner, a Fool.
watch how the Fool falls.
i cried as i plummeted because i knew it was all true. as i tried to argue back my throat clogged up and tightened.
your sundays weren’t kept Holy. you kept your football schedule Holy, but that’s all.
another mark was added to the tally.
we hit the Earth with a painful slam and tunneled into its core. now it got hot and uncomfortable.
you didn’t honor your mother or father. you were the worst brother imaginable.
i never touched my sister!
you say these things as if you’re proud. “i never paid for sex, i never touched my sister.” do you think Heaven is for everyone who isn’t a total monster? no, its a special place for special people who have beautiful hearts and thoughts and deeds.
didn’t you conceive a video game idea where you would cross NBA JAM with Mortal Kombat and have the basketball players fight each other after a hard foul?
and didn’t you have a halftime bonus round where the halftime leader was given a rifle and for 24 seconds could shoot into the stands and pick off as many of the opposing fans as possible until a vendor, child, cheerleader, or mascot was shot?
you’re a sick man.
what about the Grace of God?
are you Kurt Cobain? are you someone who lived out in the jungles of africa who never knew about the 10 Commandments but was of pure spirit anyway? no, you were a very well-educated, intelligent, highly capable Christian minister who squandered all of his talents unless it meant that it could get him flesh.
you’ll get plenty of flesh where you’re going, mr. pierce.
enjoy eternity where your heart truly resided.
and with a splash i landed hard into the scorching depths of the violently boiling Lake of Fire where i sank while my skin bubbled and burned off
hair on fire
i bobbed back to the surface, flaming,
swam with much difficulty as my hands pulled at the flames and not water
finally i made it to the shore only to discover sand so hot that the flames engulfed themselves
hothothothot i danced across the sand with no relief.
from atop boulders the crowds squealed with laughter and pointed as the spotlights followed me and the scoreboard spelled out my name and listed my crimes while the thrash metal ripped through the sky.
i ran to what looked to be a cold cold above ground pool fifty yards away.
i took long strides and cried with anticipation as i approached and then i dove
right into three hundred gallons
of ice cold
which exploded upon my flaming arrival.
I received my copy of Tony Pierce’s new “Blook” in the mail yesterday. This is the second book that I have bought from a blogger trying to move their new media work into old media.
The first was Kitty Bukkake‘s “Kitty Meets the Furries”. Kitty took one incident from her blog and turned it into a short, clever, attractively illustrated book.
Tony, though, takes his blog, pretty much as-is (minus the photos) and makes it available on paper.
There are some posts missing, but I’m assuming much of that has to do with photo copyright issues and tight editing.
I don’t have my copy with me, so everything I type is from my very poor memory, but I believe the first entry in the blook is from August of 2001. This is a good six months or so before I had run into Tony’s site, so it is interesting to see how he has evolved as a writer over the last year and a half. I don’t mean as in “improved”, because he was a great writer back then, too. It’s just interesting to see how characters emerge and he develops his writing “voice”.
Tony even gives credit to the person who coined the term “blook”, which is funny to me, as it shows how most people online recognize the importance of attribution and links to the whole blogging system. If writers in old media had been so thoughtful, it would be much easier to determine how our language has developed and why.
It surprises me that more blog authors haven’t taken the huge volume of material on their sites and produced a book of their own. Don’t most bloggers yearn to be a published author? “Blook” isn’t a vanity printing, though. Tony’s paper blog is a good read (which I have nowhere near finished), showing that, ultimately, quality writing holds up in any form. I recommend it to anyone that enjoys his current work.
Okay, that’s enough talk about TP for this year. People are gonna start to think we got something going on.
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the fucked up question.
so are you ready?
i knew what he was asking but i pretended that i didnt.
ready for what?
ready to be judged?
kurt esped me. i didnt like it when he did but he did and it scared the hell out of me.
cockiness wont help you on this one, tough guy. this is one guy who knows when youve been naughty. knows when youve been nice. all your charm all your bullshit all your good clothes are worthless on this one.
we walked outside to catch the bus to the pearly gates. the ladies blew kisses at me and waved their perfumed hankerchiefs and wished me luck.
we sat on the bench and watched the sun set over the mountains.
the air was crisp, bitter, fresh from the latest rainstorm.
for the first time i noticed kurt’s low top one stars on the top of the left shoe was scrawled Courtney and on the right shoe was Frances. there were little hearts drawn around the letters and a few gold stars that had begun to peel off.
it nearly made me cry.
i saw some birds flying in the distance and for some reason i wanted to shoot at them, if only i had a rifle. and i thought that i was screwed for this judgement cuz my heart is so far from being pure. so far from being good. it’s a cloudy, dark, spooky place and out of the grit comes imagined prettiness and fa la la, but it’s pretty much a fiesta of porn, obsenities, fear, hate.
i was fucked.
youre not fucked, kurt esped.
i elbowed him and told him to knock that esp shit off, i was nervous enough.
dude, youre an ordained minister. you know the Bible, you have a heart of gold, 14 carat, but it’s still gold. and everyone, by the way, hates, and thinks about sex, and wants to pick off birds flying across the perfect sky when theyre anxious.
i really wanted to go back in that whorehouse and play a little more pinball.
and i had to piss like a bitch.
you better capitalize that shit, fucker.
both those words.
i thought we got judged by our hearts and not our acts.
your acts are a reflection of your heart, dumbass.
i have respect.
then show it.
is Christmas a big deal in Heaven?
do people light decorations in heaven?
do people light decorations in heaven?
oh shit, sorry, do people light up decorations in Heaven for Christmas?
everyday is like Christmas in Heaven. it’s gorgeous, sparkling, wonderful. only difference is the music. carols like you couldnt believe. lots youve never heard.
sure. jingle bells gets a little tedious for eternity.
i still looked sweet as hell, but the lack of rest was starting to show on the grunge king.
he told me that one of the best parts of heaven was the sleep.
pillows made of clouds, warmed by the sun, hidden orchestras playing pink floyd and pleasant dreams.
sleeps with the angels, neil young once sang about me, and if only he knew.
with all the activities that go on up there, kurt told me, sleep is an important part.
i like to pop my eyeballs out and put them in the nightstand next to my bed, cuz it can be super bright up there in the mornings.
i asked him if he has slept with any girls up in heaven and he shook his head.
youre waiting for courtney?
thats so romantic.
and silly, shes not gonna make it up here.
what about the Grace of God?
thats her only hope. i pray every day and every night that she will make the cut, but i dont know. i just dont see her getting on her knees for Him and begging forgiveness. she likes to blame, she likes to bitch, she likes to try to turn the tables.
im so sorry to hear that.
and the shame shower? she would find a way to climb up there and strangle some of those baby angels. it wouldnt be pretty.
but still he waits.
dappled dreams and merry widows
chirpy cheers and ice cold beers
floating far above the radar
nothings dumber than day old fears
the lights around your heart’s delightful
i sommersault around your yard
the petty pace of life’s tremendous
but the waiting is the hardest part.