I’ve decided that I’m going to do community service.
Maybe read (my stories) to the blind. Take a group of retarded people bowling. Egg abortion protestors. Have sex with inmates. I just know that there’s some greater good I need to be doing. I can feel it in my heart.
IN MY HEART.
And then I’m hoping to recruit some of my charity cases into the army I’m assembling. This army will be trampling police officers, knocking over parking meters, and sticking gum on church doors. I also want to do some shit with knives, too.
Oh shit and I also want my army to moonlight as a hardcore cover band, with me as the lead screamer. We’ll play at pool parties and pet funerals.
I have lots of energy to burn.
certain things are awfully frightening…
i dunno, like this.
though, you know i’ll end up helping in the army if allowed.
THIS IS PROBABLY THE BEST, NOT TO MENTION THE WORST, IDEA THAT I HAVE EVER HAD.
blah blah blah Chiodos blah yay.
blah, blah? blah… blah, Blah!
when my band covers Norma Jean and Coalesce, I’m just going to scream BLAH BLAH BLLLLLAAAAAH the whole time because who gives a shit you know.
I SAID, YOU KNOW?!!!????!?!?!?!?!?!??!??!?!??!
yeah, i know!!!!!
who would pay attention to lyrics?!?!?!!!!!!
certainly not you and me!!! blue & yellow, blah blah.
omg, def. not!!!!!!!
I was hoping!