Whatchootalking Bout, Willis?

Send in the clowns, the laughter that was short officially died today. A little over 4 decades of a somber life cut short in his rise to fame from the ashes of his former television career; we say good bye to the body of Gary Coleman (1968-2010). Another one of the stars I watched as a child myself has bitten the dust. It brings a little bit of the smell of death closer to my nostrils. I sniff it then rub two fingers down the inside of my leg where my inner thigh meets my taint, yeah, it smells the same. Death surrounds us and pokes fun at us because of how scared we really are. Our own little lives are so futile. We could only wish to utter a catchphrase which will catapult us into pop culture. Instead we curse silently into the crook of our elbow and disguise it as a sneeze. Farewell Gary.

The New Dildo

Imagine a world where everything was fair and fairy tales came true and the rabbit got away from jumping over the dingleberry bush. Now drop the crack pipe and enter a sobriety program quick. Life is the greatest teacher, I have heard. Sure, why not! I'll believe anything once. Taking the time to break down all the minuscule things that bother us in a day is so incredibly time consuming anyway. What I really try for is to live in the now and enjoy the now while trying to not think of things I have absolutely no control over. Like that hole at the bottom of the ocean spewing black death into the Gulf Of Mejico...Or the 1000's of acres of rain forest that are slashed and burned daily. I am the beautiful center of the universe, I am enlightened. (cue tooth falling out into sink) This must be my obsession week of the month. Insert this weeks couple things such as the premiere issue of Bound By Ink and the article on how to make your own tattoo machine in prison and the latest album by Rusko, entitled OMG...


Published with the intent to deviate your brain from your lame job and on a mission to fill your life with color and true awesomeness which is the tattooing community, Bound By Ink is a fresh take on the conventional magazine by departing from the all too familiar tat mag formula. The layout is fresh,informative and written as though it was penned by a an old friend who wants to holla at ya about sumpin'. This combined with a new crop of tattoo photo dogs who have completely gone digital this magazine knocks those sad old dick magazines in the dirt. I give everyone a chance but my prediction is that once the sponsors start rolling in with the money spots everything else will get squeezed out thru the pages...I hope I am wrong...
the "whadafack happening"session:
The Fat Ninja asked if I had heard this yet...
Now that I have, I can honestly say that American music is too overproduced.
This album packs everything from hip-hop influences, sprinkles of Miami Bass,gaye house,French Techno-House,Disco,T-Pain and a loogey of noise. I don't hate it but I have to listen to it at least 2 more times to figure it out. I did play it while working out today and it was fun. Maybe have it playing in the background of a cock fight slash tattoo party.






If I type in the word Justin Beiber I will be on google more than a demi-god...

I Broke My Record

Thanks to all who have made this day so wonderful. By taking the time to help me break my record of visitors to my humble bittersweet blog. Today I found out 22 people had witnessed my writings yesterday and I wanted to personally thank everyone of them. So, thank you times 22.

Now if only I could get some feedback I wouldn't feel like this was an incredible waste of time. Sure times are rough and everyone in the house needs dental work but on the upside we are all healthy and the fridge is stocked. Happiness is a dry fart someone told me once...Little did I realize what a nugget of wisdom that would be...Count your blessings..etc.etc. I get it, really I do.Now if only I could convert all that faith into some cash flow...It's a good thing I still believe in the white mans sensibilities.

"white people music sessions"

I can't thank this band enough for teaching me the ways of sexy time songs.

Speaking of sexy time songs who can't thank Mr.Barry White for having contributed to their birth. Seriously?

Thank you ELO for showing me the ways of old theater people going crazy on drugs but making awesome music which transcends time and space...




now fuck off...I'm all thank-you'd out