i had a tooth(teeth?)-brushing accident last nite before band practise. i was dilly-dallying and fil shows up and i’m like okaaaaaay i’ll be ready soooooon so i start brushing my teeth like i am on speed and i am totally in the zone but then all of a sudden my toothbrush slams into that bottom part of your mouth in the middle on the outside of the teeth where that piece of gum whatever mouth-skin is and everything started bleeding.

i should make a diagram to better explain this to you because everything i just said is embarassing.

anyway.

now my mouth feels all bruised and hurty and i feel like i have old lady teeth and when i squinch up my chin for whatever random manic/spastic facial movements…everything feels sore and cut up and like my mouth is going to fall apart if i open it too much.

ok i will draw a diagram because my life is that exciting.

bye.

tony

bingo bango. eventually there will be more garbage art and i’ll change the merch. around though for now this is it. thank you. oh and if you buy something make sure you take a picture of yourself with it/wearing it so everyone can see how cool it looks. thank you again.

Dear Raymi

We found a hotel for 4 days in the middle of march in Dublin, my other friend

is looking for free places that may or may not exist, and I’m looking for a

house around here with some friends for next year. Homeless in Dublin for 5

days sounds dangerously fun. Almost like Kerouac, which I’m reading for class

at the moment, only we’d be in the same city the whole time.

Trying to sort things out with my pseudo-girlfriend. I’m trying to think of a

way to tell her the following “I like you, I want to be friends, and I’d like

to try dating you, but if I never see you again that’s fine too.” I need to

put some tact in there so she leans towards the former two options and not the

latter, but then I think maybe the latter is best for me, and then I think

that I want popcorn. I’ve become increasingly happier as I’ve stopped

thinking about stuff in general, girl included, so I’m going to see how life

pans out without thinking so fucking much.

That’s life this week. Bottling wine in the next two weeks or so, should be

excellent.

Poker Chips are a symbol of green paper which is supposed to be a symbol of

gold somewhere along the line but isn’t anymore, and gold itself is a kinda

useless metal anyways, or at least was before computer chips and all that shit

so when I think of poker chips it immediately strikes me that our economic

structure is based entirely on the idea that people liked shiny shit back in

the day. It’d be depressing if it weren’t so goddamned funny.

One of these days I hope to find the guy that started the askew angle baseball

hat trend, beat the shit out of him, and when he’s lying prostrate on the

ground beneath my feet I reach down and turn that motherfucking hat to the

front where it belongs. Hopefully it’ll be like when Conan the Barbarian

kills Thulsa Doom in that movie and then all of Doom’s followers just kinda

lose intrest and go back to their lives. Only this way frat boys everywhere

stop for a second and slightly turn their baseball caps so they’re straight.

It’s so beautiful in my mind… well not really as they still disgust me, but

nontheless it’s a pleasing thought.

I’d ask you for advice but I’m pretty sure tact isn’t necessarily your thing

either, so I’ll just say hey, wish you well, and sign my name

I wish you well,

BUZ

youre funny

what else do u need advice for?

Dear Raymi

well. i guess i am going a little manic. maybe. or more like finally. haha.

i want to come live here. maybe not in this house. but like here. or

mtl. just down the road. maybe after the -40 weather fucks right off.

so inregards to your question. yes. its really cold here. the real

temp is almost always below -22 and then the good old wind factor

comes in.

i read about the sex show on your site. and your thoughts. i doubt you

will look like a cow.

when i get home i want to start a band that makes people dance. like

an electrorokk dance band. with flashing lights. and synthesizers.

so far my best name for it is “spectator sport : 4010″ although the

number could be anything. 4010 has no real meaning. could be 123. 46.

888. etc.

if you have any suggestions please let me know. this guy theo

suggested “robo-france” which is good too. but hes a trip in itself.

like he told me “im leaving for this volunteer mission thing for a

year” so i stayed in town to see what was apparently his last

show with his current band before his mission. but insider information

had previously informed me that he was pussying out of said mission.

so i guess ill see when i get back. he SHOULD be gone by now. but if

hes not. hes totally in the band. (and a total piece of shit) haahah.

today we played checkers with shot glassess.

anyways. i HAVE to be home by the 16th of feb. cause i have tickets to

a show that day. but im sure ill talk to you before then anyways.

scott-o.

Dear Scott

bye

poplockin courtesy of runny nose.

so me and the cat hung out today and i put a pillow on the desk for him to sit on but because he is half retarded and half eccentric he had to walk around the laptop in circles and snort at me then dig through the pillow for a little while and drink some of my coffee and now he’s fucked off someplace i don’t know where.

my mum still refers to him as a “her” and it drives us mental.

i think i am going to start a cafepress account so i can sell you guys t-shirts with my shitty drawings on them so you can walk around and get laid because people will be impressed with you for wearing a t-shirt that your mentally-challenged little cousin gave you for easter.

millionaires club, here i come.