Wednesday, February 28, 2007


I was killing again. The urge was too great; I couldn't stop. I carried them all the way here, coming back to the place I knew so well, and with my pants around my ankles, I began throwing them into the water. It was murky, a cloudy brown, but it was still clear enough for me to see them hit the bottom. I hated their smell; they made me sick, my children disgusted me. When I was done, they would be gone forever. Nobody would miss them. I was the only one who loved them. They had no place here, so I disposed of them, brushing them aside like so many homeless. I felt like the mayor, pretending to care about them as I had them destroyed, sending them on a mass migration to some far off land. I didn't care, as long as I didn't have to deal with them. I wanted them gone. I wanted to hurl. I had a sudden urge to take a picture, to show people the magnitude of my crimes. I was done. But it would never end. Soon, I would be back, ready to murder more innocents, just as they entered the world. I pulled up my pants and flushed.

King of Punk

What does it say about you when the only thing you can think of to say to a stranger is, "How many bodies do you think you can fit in that closet?"

It says you are kickass. I don't care what anyone else says.

Monday, February 26, 2007


  • No talking before 12 PM.
  • No loitering.
  • No cameras.
  • No scrubs.
  • No pigeons.
  • If this is your first night at Fight Club, you have to fight.
  • Wrap that rascal!
  • Listen.
  • You gotta keep 'em separated.
  • This really is the city that never sleeps!
  • Just wear it.
  • Two dudes is gross.
  • What do we say?
  • Grope while the groping's good.
  • You never go ass-to-mouth!
  • There will be no fighting in the war room!
  • Quit playin' games with my heart.
  • I'm the decider.
  • Pull and pray.
  • Maybe you could start jeté-ing and stop je-terrorizing me?
  • No yodeling without a supervisor.
  • Never cross the streams!
  • This aggression will not stand, man!
  • Impeach Bush.
  • Just in case you were wondering, BJ's don't count!
  • You'll appreciate this later.
  • Cross the streams.
  • There's no money above the fifth.
  • Fuckin' cockass!
  • Take your tray.
  • Get out.
  • Stay out.
  • I don't care who he is, normalcy is not a word.
  • Just take it!
  • Grow up.

A Gay Diary Entry

Dear Diary,

I definitely do not regret coming out of the closet! I'd been living a lie, and it's about time Debbie realized it. I mean, I have a favorite figure skater, for pete's sake! She'll move on though, and find another queer to fake it for a few years.

Lordy, is this great! It's like I'd been standing in front of a cock-dam for all these years, and now the pin has been pulled, and it's just a never-ending torrent of cock flowing right towards me! Yumma yumma yumma! And it's not all coming from the same direction, either. I can't sit still for a second, with so much dick coming my way (as if I could sit down anymore, if you know what I mean). It seems like as soon as I'm done with one stud, there's another one right there waiting for me!

Well, diary, I should go, Tad keeps nibbling at my ear!

Much Love,

Monday, February 12, 2007


Zac: ew
Zac: lol
Zac: ew
Zac: hes so hairy
Zac: ...
Zac: o yea and the fish

Best Reaction Ever

Zac: holy shit
Zac: holy fucking shit
Zac: but
Zac: but
Zac: HOW
Zac: omg!
Zac: aaaahhh!
Zac: i cant believe it
Zac: i cant believe it
Zac: omg
Zac: omg
Zac: hahahah

Believe it.