From the outside, I might seem like a serial cultist, and my last 20 months immersion was in kick boxing. I was a devoted student, and the temple walls at which I worshiped were made of flesh. (Pigface’s ditty “Suck” which was coined by Trent Reznor was clearly about martial arts, so that’s why I […]
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I love to hate. Complaining is second nature, and despite Dr. Pangloss’ proclamation about the best of all possible worlds, even in the velvet rut of Austin, I find things to whine about. So for example, I hate commuting or driving in traffic. Sitting in traffic is the universe telling you that you’re doing something
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I’m sorry HSBC, but having some imaginative stoner throwing jazz noodles around the inside of some micro-wave meal of a christmas ballad with a delayed saxophone is not really getting me into the spirit of the season in which you claim call volume is higher than usual. I’ll give you call volume, how about me
