VIP parking: Very Indulgent Psychotic

This space is reserved for the sick and the twisted. There is no room for normalcy.

...If you're still following, then obviously you have some interest in the culture of the weird and the stupendous. It is becoming increasingly difficult for me, however, to continue to voice my outlook as a Child of Night. The wee hours have been drastically reduced from my existence....

By the way, they call them the "wee" hours, because that's when all the fun happens...

But I digest.

There are people in this world who enjoy the excess of booze and drugs and partying, and the dangers with which these hobbies are associated. And there are those who do not. And then, we have people who partake in the excess, without enjoyment, without... meaning. Now I wouldn't be fool enough to sit here and claim there's an especial meaning behind a drunken coke addled night of tail-chasing; but, I would absolutely make the assertion that there is a goal: to have a kick ass, fucked up, good time. Why would someone indulge in such a lifestyle if they didn't find it particularly fun? ...Because they need it. They have to get away from their reality, and they only know one way how. It's a sad story, that's all too common. But not all of us are this way...

Not everyone is a cautionary tale. In show business, the greats are all characterized as drugged up, overweight, drunk, depressed as shit, 9-pack a day habit types. I'm in the business of walking the thin line between actually insane and projectedly well-adjusted, addicted to fun that drugs bring but not addicted to drugs in order bring about fun. My habits are not necessities, but mere indulgences into the limits the human body and mind can endure.

Take a trip with me sometime and find out how far off you can venture. Join me for the space off... come get out-spaced. Listen to your friend Billy Zane... he's a cool dude.

Happy Summer.

I'm startin with the man in the mirror.... I'm asking him to change his ways.

I'm toying with this crazy idea... I call it "appreciation." See we've been preaching tolerance in this country for the last few decades, and it's made as much a difference as it possibly could. But, I think, in order to move our global society, our human race as a singular consciousness, to the next level... we need to learn to appreciate one another for our differences. It's not good enough to "try not to hate" other cultures or ways of life, it's time to appreciate what we all bring to the table.


Each one of us is different, even from people in our own culture. We all have our sick fetishes and weird turn ons. I want you all to know that it's ok. I'm cool with the weird shit you're into... hell I might even be into it too. Far too often I've stumbled onto some weird sexual shit on the interwebs (or going into the wrong hotel room) that I never knew existed... and I still get that all too familiar stirring in my pants. So I understand if you're into scratching and clawing, or barking like a dog, or dressing up like Bugs Bunny just to get that extra hot nut. I don't judge people's quirks, and I think if we lived in a more appreciative society, we could actually be open about those inner-freaks.


And it's not even like it has to be sexual. I hate a show, you love a show, maybe there's something I'm missing... maybe there's a critisism you hadn't before considered. I'm just saying, the future is in your hand, and play with your squishy. It's an all too familiar idea and I'm trying to relate this to you on an inter-subjective plane. Unfortunately you can't see through the words of a website into the eyes of my soul, so we can't connect on that level through this medium. All I can do is hope to stir up some kind of mutual feeling in you...my reader...and at this point... my friend... because let's face it, you're the only ones with which I feel comfortable sharing this shit.

But when I say we have to appreciate, I mean that we have to understand and connect the kind of enjoyment we get from the arts and the entertainment and the culture that we relate to; it's the same kind of enjoyment that others get from those with which they relate. You don't have to like hip hop culture, but you should appreciate that it is art and expression at the very least. The emotions expressed are the same, we all have our outlets.

This was a raw draft I pulled up from months ago, but I liked the idea of it while reading it over. I'll return to the concept more eloquently later, when I have more time.
Death to the Dictatorship.

They'd seen his face before...

Nobody was really sure, he was from the house of loooooooove.

Yeah.

Yeah yeah yeah.

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah.

Sorry, I haven't stretched my fingers in a while.

Quick tangent: you know what I like? people who don't end sentences with prepositions. "For which," "to which," "from which nightwalking flooz-queen would you prefer to receive your ZJ?" It's clean. Get my meaning?

Reminds me of something my third grade teacher used to tell me, she used to say "you show me a tropical fruit, and I'll show you a cocksucker from Guatamala." ....no that was a guy I met in the army. -George Carlin

Looks like Grandpa's coming over for a bit. Love him... love my folks... but this place is killing me. I feel like I'm 50 years old living here. The energy is sucked right out of me as soon as I step in the door. The sound of my own name being shrieked across the house has given me a twitch. No exageration. Does it make me a bad person? Fuck. I feel like it does... but I really hope it's just a normal reaction.

Anyway sorry for the downer at the end there... I wasn't expecting it, but it can't be helped. It happens... what? shit? yeah, forest gump. Such a fucking headcase.

Don't pretend like you're not.