Sparrow in my Skull

I am ldotmanning. There is a tiny bird where my brain should be. He makes a lot of noise. Fluttering, screeching, scratching. Striving, each day, to peckk his way to the freedom beyond my ophryon. Some days I hope he breaks though and soars away to a beautiful place where little birds aren't trapped within the shadowy memories of anti-social miscrients, and I finally get some sleep. Others days, I would rather endure the racket and migraine enducing shrieks. I've seen the world beyond these walls. A world where rape victims are stoned to death. A world where murder is managed by media manipulations. A world where the Lousianna coastline is flammable and Japan is radioactive. A world where children starve under giant lighted signs bearing fruit. There is nothing out there for him. Out there is only heartbreaking, soul crushing, depression, streaming from a world governed by a souless militray industrial pharmacutical conglomerates, but sometimes it's so hard to endure the pain and the commotion. I've manged to keep him in this long, but who knows what the future holds. These are the things that take the pain away. This is my reason for being

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Lou and Andy

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I like pictures of dead things. 

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Half naked woman with dreadlocks

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We are addicted to this show.

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What did this silly bitch expect to happen? She knew what kind of comedian Daniel Tosh was, she's seen his show. She bought the ticket, now it's time to suck it up and take the ride. While I agree that rape is not funny, jokes are. That's why they call them jokes. This was not a town hall symposium for the free flow of progressive idealism. This was a comedy performance at a place called the motherfucking "Laugh Factory." If she was offended by what Tosh said, she should have kept it to herself, or at least waited until she got home so she could blog about it while crying through The Color Purple for the 40th time. I'm pretty sure that Tosh didn't come to her kitchen and slap the sandwich out of her hand, so why in the fuck is she bothering him at work? What did she think would happen if she interrupted a performer in the middle of a set? Did she think he would just stop his routine and have a heartfelt discussion about women's rights and their struggles against the misogynistic viewpoints that have dominated our culture for millennia? Of course not, she disrupted his show and whined about a rape joke, so he, logically, made another joke just like it featuring her as the centerpiece in an involuntary gangbang. This hurt her little feelings, and now, because of one whiny slag, the rest of us get to see an edited version of Tosh's new show, "Brickleberry." I'm sure there is a exciting position just waiting for her at the MPAA or the Ministry of Truth.

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Best band you never heard.

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xanax. mmmm.

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Every man should own these ablums. Everything after this was absolutely dreadful.

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Great movie. 

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Martin Luther King Jr.'s Mugshot. A loud voice of reason must be silenced.

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Photo by Steven Klein