Archive for August, 2010

TV shows roll up into my life

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Yeah, sweaty boot rash
how I roll motherfucker
an inverse all-star

Fucking Genre TV, How Does it Work?

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Torchwood, you’re a punk
manipulate me, will you?
fuck, guess I’ll buy it

A Ring On It

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do do dooo do do
dooo do do if you like it
than you should have put

Fucking dog

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had straw up his nose
no, not the beverage straw
the chicken coop straw

The’ Old’ 97’s’

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Richard thought this letter from his brother matilda was the best
his something something something something were in brest
his pants were on the mezzanine
my gerbil was his friend

our love, our love
my pants fall off my ass

Now be like metallica and ride the ducks/lightning.

HAAIIIIIII-KU!

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Wife’s sister made a
facebook for one cat. bummer
other cat is sad

20-odd-years-now Waiting For The Crass

Posted in Uncategorized on August 24th, 2010 by Carnivorous Kale – Comments Off on 20-odd-years-now Waiting For The Crass

It’s been more than 20 years now, and Crass records are more relevant rather than less. Funny thing is, buying a farm might be the punkest thing I’ve ever done.

Of course, when I was in seventh grade, I wrote a mess of Christmas cards that were pretty much crass fanfic. I don’t recollect much but the following was included:

“giving presents, taking presents

all so much the same

Anarchy and christmas is what I want”

My older brother told me it was derivative and didn’t get the fanficedness of it. For fuck’s sake, I was twelve fucking years old. We didn’t have the internets in those days so we had to make do with a big truck. Not that I’m carrying a grudge or anything.

And now I worry very much about the correct punctuation of “20 odd years now.”

I’m so old.

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Found this!

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An IM transcript:

“Last night I dreamed I had a picture of Ben Franklin
in his usual pose…
holding a revolver with one of those chains of bullets used to feed machine guns attached…
“EARLY TO BED, EARLY TO DIE, MOTHERFUCKERS!”, he seemed to say”

But who doesn’t, really?

moar haiku

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wanna meet the real

me? watch more firefly then

punk motherfucker

Haiku

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Dear stove, make me tea

it’s your motherfucking job

Meh. Why heat water