Peg Life Vol. 8

God fucking Christ ass bitch fuck. Fuck you cock smoking ass bitch mother fuckers. Son of a shit fuck whore bastard Jesus cunt. I hate you all I'm going to kill you shit fucks. Wait. No. I meant, GOD FUCKING CHRIST ASS BITCH FUCK FUCK YOU COCK SMOKING ASS BITCH MOTHER FUCKERS SON OF A SHIT FUCK WHORE BASTARD JESUS CUNT I HATE YOU ALL I'M GOING TO KILL YOU SHIT FUCKS!! But what the hell is the point of saying all that? The majority of it isn't even true. I've had so many ideas to write about this week that not only was I delayed in sending this out, I decided not to go with any of them. Actually, having a lot of ideas had relatively little impact on when I sent this out. Laziness and misplaced priorities would be more legitimate reasons. And by legitimate I mean true. I had this one idea that would have had the issue open with a dialogue between a guy walking down the street and another guy who is robbing him with a switchblade. It would have gone such that the guy getting robbed talks his way out of it with logic but I couldn't figure out how to make it seem realistic. It always ended with the mugger getting frustrated and killing the guy. I also had several ideas come to me as a result of a chat I had with Trevor about film. It started on documentaries and then moved on to historical fiction and I was multiply intoxicated so whenever I said anything it involved a lot of stuttering reconsiderations of wording that never come across in my writings. I generally try to keep some representation of the flow of my thoughts in these writings, but it's much more satisfying taking the time to express myself as accurately as I want. I got Wolf Parade's album Apologies to the Queen Mary recently. While I didn't enjoy it as much as Arcade Fire's Funeral, I did fall in love with the song I'll Believe in Anything. In the case of both bands listening to their albums is rather disappointing after seeing them live. I suppose after a while, when the memory of the event has faded, the recorded material will become more enjoyable again. On Tuesday (that is to say, yesterday) Harfield "requested" that I discuss the topic of "homo-sociality," but that's too gay. I don't know if I've told enough of the people that will receive this how great an album Pavement's Terror Twilight is. It is incredibly good. Every song has at least five things to offer. Major Leagues is a particularly great track and it was featured on the WB's unfortunately short-lived animated television show Mission Hill. I also recommend the WB's unfortunately short-lived animated television show Mission Hill. And Clone High is coming to DVD. That show's even better than Mission Hill. I challenge anyone to watch it and not end up quoting it incessantly. Did you see the pool? They FLIPPED the bitch! I hope this has been entertaining enough for you greedy pricks. And as I told Harfield, if you want to request a topic for me I want everyone to read it so do a Reply All. That's it you cock mongering shit face fuckwads.

Tony Hawkins losing more and more friends every day