The Harvesting Effect

- In loving memory of Eric S. - “The cosmic vacuum of the desert was a perfect place to program young minds.” – Charles Manson Saturday.  As day turned into evening I was battling back the hangover with more alcohol.  Too exhausted to even leave the couch, my X-Box fried beyond repair, I was watching movies on my laptop.  I had flashbacks to Iraq – sitting in the sweltering heat, watching my life ooze out of my body as I stared... Read More

Video Games Don’t Make You Violent

Pure comedy.  A friend and I had an idea the other day to create an invention that sprays acid through the tv screen – this guy would be my first victim (if he wasn’t already my hero) YAY! AKPC_IDS += "3869,";Popularity: 5% [?] Read More

G.G. Allin

Born Jesus Christ Allin, G.G. Allin was to some the ultimate symbol of rock & roll rebellion, taking it to extremes that no one else was dangerous enough to explore. To others he was a lunatic whose attempts to shock and disgust were too ham-fisted to be taken seriously. Wherever the truth lay, there can be no doubt that Allin was the most spectacular degenerate in rock & roll history. Just to give GG the best possible representation I’m... Read More

American Psycho [Cho Seung-hui & the crisis of young men in a feminised society]

Just before 5am on Monday, April 16, Cho Seung-hui got out of bed and walked to his computer. Perhaps he fiddled with his rambling 1,800-word self-portrait of a killer as the insults and grievances that he had been nursing for years coursed through his head. High on his list were his classmates from Westfield high school, who jeered at him to “go back to China” without bothering to check his nationality. Two of them — who happened to attend... Read More

Kill the Survivor

FUCKING PEOPLE!!! I am already at critical mass with these sappy pathetic losers all crying and whining about the VA Tech shit.  YOU ARE NOT SPECIAL!  YOU ARE NOT PART OF ANYTHING!  SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU ASSHOLES! I hate how everyone wants to be all touchy-feely about ‘issues’ and ‘being nice’ after this kind of stuff goes down.  I must have X’d a thousand internet bulletins telling me to put a fucking VA Tech flag... Read More

Cho in the Rye

Massacre at Virginia Tech? Well I remember hearing all kinds of things about Charles Whitman throughout my life.  I suppose that his actions bear the most direct relation to this incident.  There is almost this romantic view that history can drape over events of mortal terror. To be completely honest I thought that even though the mass killings of the dudes at Columbine HS were pretty gruesome and crappy, I had to at least grant that probably many... Read More

Spear me down, Heaven

When the time came I did it. I had to. You had a hundred billion chances and ways to have avoided today. But you decided to spill my blood. You forced me into a corner and gave me only one option. The decision was yours. Now you have blood on your hands that will never wash off. Jesus loved crucifying me. You loved inducing cancer in my head and terrorizing my heart and ripping my soul all this time. I didn’t have to do this. I could have left.... Read More

Metamorphosis

I made my escape after 5 hardcore days of my VA Beach friends trying to give me liver cancer and even though every part of me just wanted to get back on the road I was torn.  It was hard to say goodbye to the friends and places.  Memory is a dirty liar when it comes to things like this, and for some reason even though I was haunted by the experiences of a life that was gone, there was a part of me that didn’t want to leave.  I met Colin on my... Read More

War Wacky

Time was drawing close for me to get out of Iraq (hopefully for the last time).  Every time I’m about to get the fuck out of this place my tolerance for bullshit goes way down.  This is lousy because I don’t have patience for anything, but at the same time all madness of the place seems to resonate more vibrantly in my mind giving me pause to reflect on truly how fucked up this situation really is.  It all started about 2 weeks out.  Two short... Read More

Insomnia

(10 days to go) Its 3 oclock in the fucking morning and I can’t sleep. Again. God DAMN it. I don’t think its stress, maybe excitement about coming home… I dunno about a million thoughts are all swimming around in my head about work and relationships and money and life and I can’t turn off the sound of my own gears turning. Its crunch time here. Thats what I call it anyway. Whenever I get short over here I really focus on getting... Read More