Only one of the greatest comedians of our time is coming....to your computer... and inside our window on Ontario (he may be virtual, no details yet). AND THAT AIN'T JUST WHISTLING DIXIE IN SOME DARK, GAPING ASSHOLE IN HOLLYWOOD (which is just a little corner of my apartment, at this point... and in some wonderful... HEADS...and wonderful production facilities and .... and the guests we are getting... and the people I am talking to (someone I hero worship... study, and gave me the LAUGHINGEST...

Only one of the greatest comedians of our time.... these guests we are getting... and the people I am talking to (someONE ASKE ME ... FOR MY PEEPS... to their 'peeps.' at JUNKTAPES..William Street... , ETC....where ADULT SWIM makes most of their stufff.... LIKE THAT INCREDIBLE SHOW.... ROBOT CHICKEN ---- NOW, you have to help me make sure that SETH GREEN makes it on PEACE, PIPDREAM .... watch for him... he might very well be the next internet-radio SEXY, SEX BOY image... he actually says he...

We're going to do... oh, just... ALL OF THE FILMS I CAN WRITE!!!! AND SIX HOURS OF COOL RADIO A WEEK WITH ME AS ONE OF THREE!!! With the backing of a huge internet company based here in Chicago who I will tell you about when I have all the facts in order. I will be using my stage name, Johnny Paind... and others. I don't want to sound like I am bragging, but I have to tell people sometime... and I just found this out a few hours ago from my good bud Peace (good buds are the best bud...

I don't expect people to do a lot of literary mining when they read me, and I don't want to only write for a few highly sophisticated critics and eager grad students and Marxist reviewer's fro the Nation (who I love dearly... man, I would like to get a few of them over here for dinner... hey, Nation people, email me and we'll toke doobies in the windy city and blow the smoke on those stoner mallards who hang out at the park down by the lake with the junkies, who think it's funny to see themge...

when the divorce comes all the small shit he thought he was getting away with flies back in his face like flecks of feces from the proverbial fan

Hectorly worked as a private detective out of a small office on Wabash, in Chicago's loop, with a window right across from the rusted metal tracks of the elevated train. Double Pane windows and insulated brick walls keep the noise out as the trains scream past. The room was ill-lit, one small grey, industrial looking steel lamp on his desk. On the floor was a mint green indoor/outdoor carpeting with numerous black cigarette burns and various unidentifiable stains of most colors. The off-wh...

"Streaks of moonlight come down from holes in the ceiling of the barn; clouds of dust rise from his steps. He has been tracking the beast for weeks... In unfamiliar country, he had found himself trapped without shelter as the sunset, rode for miles before finding the dilapidated barn. The forest outside is dense with black trees; winter bare of leaves, the branches are outlined by a dusting of brilliant white snow. He is keeping watch on the road . . . waiting for the...

Fritz's once proudly flowing long hair had slowly retreated back away from his face, begun to dissapear in mass from the top, and went all over pigeon grey peppered with barely noticiable flecks of white. From the scraps of hair on the back of his neck, he grew a long, thin pony tail, that certain people, who had doubted his sanity since his drug binges in the sixties and seventies and right up into his weed filled old age, became convinced was an actual rat tail. Polite one and all, though....

I received a question asking what I meant by the metaphor of mouse entrails? And mouse fucking. Now, handeling both of these unweildy topics in one entry would be more than one man could be expected to attempt, so I shall focus on Mouse Entrails, and leave mouse fucking to the experts. I know that a lot of people will wonder why some boof like me thinks I can add anything to the great mouse entrails debate... and sure, I have the same thought.... but what am I if I don't at least try t...

a man blows himself up to kill a ford plant destroy a fur store disable an suv in the bitter end when the air itself begins to choke us an end written before their time in an untouchable past of impossible blues and greens animals that roamed free only nihilism will make sense meaningless acts of destruction the only way left to sate the rage religions will spawn out of a great need to declare it all one big going away party They will tear up the pictures of our ...