YES Xavier.

Genesis P-orridge and porridge for breakfast at 14:03.

it's 14:15 and the universe is still empty

Punk rock isn't dead, it's just an old, sad man living in a retirement home watching jonas brothers videos on repeate wishing his athritis-ridden fingers had the strength to pull the trigger of the gun held to his head...while violently deficating and soiling his depends that are decorated in anarchy symbols and held together by safety pins

I'm going name our next album "kill yourself" just to send nik into further nihilism ;)

Then he'll become indifferent to his own phrase

You should call it MMMBOP 4.0 instead and make this the cover:

I cannot sleep AGAIN. Maybe I will mop the floors

Everyone must have more interesting sat nights. This place is quiet tonight.

HAHA is that a grill?

I'd reply, but I killed myself

no problem, you can use my nike's if you want, until you kill yrself too
they're fresh

That, plus it's your duty to this overpopulated earth. Kill yrself and take the sheep with you

hahahaha

My birthday today..doesn't say it down the page...but it is. Say congratz, bitches....!!!!!!!!!!!!!

congratz, bitches, you didn't die this year!!!!!!

Maybe a year or two ago I could have, but really I can't be bothered anymore.

I'm too content with life at the moment. Sorry, I know feeling good is a massive sin in your book, yr holiness.

Plus, why would anything I say make you kill yourself, I shouldn't even be on your radar, I'm so forgettable.

I am having recurring dreams about being trapped in a post-apocalyptic K-Mart, forced to do battle with a lance.

that's so hot.

in MY post-apocalyptic dreams, at least I get a bunker (fully-equipped with machine guns).

although, my recurring dreams are either about cats pooping or my house being haunted (the latter being far less frightening --- omg Circe, why do you smell so bad?????).

last night, it was pooping and machine guns. :/

I'm not sure how to dissect that. Do you see cats pooping? They typically poop rather discreetly, so witnessing it could indicate exposure to an unpleasant truth? Why are you involving Circe in this? You're defaming her beauteous image. Especially if you named your cat Circe (I'm not a cat person).

Were the pooping and machine guns two separate elements, or was someone/something pooping like a machine gun? That's rather disturbing.

I don't like poop.

I always thought that of all the superhuman attributes I could possess, I would choose the ability to not produce and therefore have to void myself of excrement. Which probably means I want to be a vampire.

I think we need to hear more of your dreams.