I am watching the random morons on some screen and I really don't care because Wayne Coyne is God and none can compare. Body is too shattered and inflamed to move - I can't do anything but sit here and try and clear the barrels of TNT out of my brain before they explode, killing everyone in the room. This is not a communion - this is a factionalized, deeply cynical paen to arrested development. Nobody cares about anyone else - this is a giant high school cafeteria. Fuck these people, fuck the fucking Strokes, and fuck me for PAYING to be here.
I can watch morons in Greensborough - I don't need to incinerate slowly in order to do it. My coherence is slipping and I can feel my brain slowly liquifying as snakes swim in the lake of water that it leaves, threatening to bite anyone who comes close. Unfortunately, that includes me.
Rock stars are such preening, posing fuckwits - they are show pony whores with no balls and no real humanity. They exist to get blown - both literally and figuratively. And that's it. Rock stars are the lowest pond scum on the planet. I hate this place. I feel like I've gone to the planet of the degenerate fuckheads, and they are living in an idyllic communist paradise, where everybody's needs are fulfilled as long as you are wearing a shirt with 'Mooks' on it. I don't even know what the fuck 'Mooks' is, and I don't care.
My head is experiencing the extremes of weather, from an icy chill to a raging fire. I am seriously doubting that I'll get out of this alive.
Morale low, brain numb, eyes wired up for war.
I can feel the ants gnawing on my muscles, and I want to scream, but I'm afraid that I won't stop.
I hate security guards. Fuckers.
Posted by David at February 7, 2004 08:39 PM | TrackBackYou're a fucking champion,
So very gay, but so very amusing.
I love you honey,
Your faggish Sydney counterpart,
John.
Posted by: John at February 9, 2004 01:33 AM