early in the morning when transport trucks go by the apartment they sound something like the titanic and i smile because i picture them smashing through buildings and parked cars and people and lamp posts.

i broke a glass in the sink while washing dishes and cut my knuckle. someone took aimee’s shoe out of the mailbox and threw it down the alley and i had to go and get it.

there is a little man who works at the salon on the corner who i’m forced to say hi to everytime i walk past and it gets on my nerves cos most times i just want to stare at the ground when i walk so now it’s all seinfeld when i’m getting a coffee and next we’ll have to kiss each other hello and then i spaz out about it and no one will like me anymore.

last nite fil was plastercized and he destroyed one of my boots, the sole came right off it and i said man my feet fucking hurt and he said take off your shoes, i’ll TAKE OFF MY SHOES!

the show was great. my dad and the drummer of our band came out also and it was obvious that neither had been been around so many women before in a long time, it was cute.

more photos to come.

bearstorm

sometimes i look like a boy and androgynous, i think.

i haven’t been really writing much lately. things have been kind of drunken around these parts as of late though i am painting and ringing my wrists and drinking some more.

this life, i tell you.

last nite i vomitted the earth.

i ended up going out with the gals to the pub and was cornered at the megatouch machine for a half hour by this douche who kept farting and trying to get me to make out with him and telling me that that wouldn’t be cheating, and he had a girlfriend also etc etc whatever, leave me alone.

he said he couldn’t handle being rejected twice, cos once before at the strip club he was all up in my shit and then he went on and on about how he is ugly and i apparently said he was ugly, which i didn’t, though i probably did but i dunno how he could have found that out.

anyway he’s a blowhead loser and was doing the same thing to our friend the previous nite.

i was trying to be nice and be all hey man we can play this game together but he kept being all assholey and shaking his head at me like he was disappointed and finally i was like LISTEN FUCKER FUCK OFF but then he got all into it and i’m like look this isn’t one of those times where a girl is giving you mixed signals here by being mean but really she is just flirting with you. when i say FUCK OFF i mean FUCK OFF.

then he disappeared for awhile and came back but we left and i wanted to puke on the stoop of the fanciest store in town but i didn’t

Hi Raymi I am a sailor in the united states navy my name is keith I saw your site on the web I was looking up pussy farts and queefs and found you. I really love it when a woman so called pussy farts, It is a real turn on for me I have even blown air up into a pussy just to get a woman to pussy fart, I heard it was dangerous to do that so I stopped. I have only heard a woman do it twice besides the one time I blew air up into a pussy but it real turned me on and i told the girl I loved it.

Goran M.

here is a teaser of some of the stuff i’m gonna be selling at canzine on october 30th at the gladstone.