Nighthawk

No Cal is better if you're rich, So Cal is better if you're budgeted.

I eat all of one thing, then all of another, no alternating. Like all my potatoes, then all my corn, then all my steak. It's my OCD.

I like the idea, but honestly I'm probably too lazy to actually follow through with it. I might tell my friends and we could do it.

By the way, this was the first time I had heard that "Man Don't Give a Fuck" song. That is like the tightest song in the world. The last time I heard a Super Furry Animals track on Inc's show I liked it a lot too. I really need to get some of their albums.

This is the internet. Any effort = too much effort. Yes, I just called myself gay. Show me yer cocks.

I lived in South Central for a while. There was gang violence to be sure, but you could walk around and stuff.

That's not what I did you filthy whore.

Too much effort = just as gay.

I did the Van Terminator to a guy in a legit shoot fight once.

The Dutto part wasn't in my mental rolodex. Someone else in the room just said you sound like Napoleon Dynamite as well.

Wait, your name is Matt Dutto?

Your opinions blow, dude.

Alan Holdsworth

Took me a long time to do it and own up to it, but Korn is fine with me. They have the worst fan base (maybe second to ICP) but I just don't give a fuck anymore. Their sound is decent.

If you can lift them, yeah, you can do that. If you put your free hand in the small of their back, you can get their momentum working against them. Do it quick and it works as a punch counter.

Rock Bottom works in real fights. I've done it a bunch of times. Gets a good reaction too.

Today I painted my fingernails pink while listening to Xtina Aguilera's "Beautiful" and that's the god's honest truth. Shut up, chicks dig it.

Chyna's book is fuckin' awesome, as in so terrible it's funny, so it's my answer in both categories.

Sieg heil.

Ok, so I took two bottles of gelcaps and let them sink in for a while, then when I started to feel them take hold a bit I downed a bottle of the syrup. I found that the syrup gives me a sharper buzz than the pills, but it's fucking disgusting to drink. It's not that bad when you're already buzzing, though, so pills first and then syrup is an ok compromise. That had been a third plateau dose before, but factors combined to send me further this time. The fact that I hadn't eaten and have lost a significant amount of weight among them, I think. I was in the living room watching tv when I did this, and when I finally came down I was in the bedroom, but I don't remember going in there. There was a lapse in my memory but I suddenly found myself in a state of what I could loosely describe as absolute consciousness. At first I had a definite sense of self, but it was like I was a spirit which had existed for eternity. I was an eternal, burning sun, and my life had been a small flare on the surface of my consciousness (words kind of fail this part). I saw every moment of my life with perfect clarity and knew they were all insignificant, ripples on the surface of oblivion. I left behind my self and entered into a state of meditation. I saw many people (or rather, the consciousness of many people) and communed with them. I started to hear gunshots, but from a long way off and muffled, as if under a lot of water. They kept getting louder, and then I got a strong hallucination, which was visual and yet not visual, of rushing through a tunnel towards my body, except I was younger. I was back in high school, and I was running through the halls and when I slammed back into my body, it came into focus and I realized the gunshots were coming from me. People were running and I was chasing and shooting them, and fire was there. It was my body, but it was seperate from my consciousness. I was looking through my eyes but I was an impartial observer. I realized that I had gone on a shooting rampage in high school, and my life past that point had been a dream. I had these swirling ideas of about which of the three selfs (school shooter, 22 year old drug experimenter, eternal sun of knowledge) was real and which were dreams that I can't really describe, but the gist was that eternal sun was real and the other two were just... cosmic hiccups. Things kept getting fuzzier at this point and there a sort of... babbling stream of thought which I can't describe. This kept going on until I eventually realized who I was again. I was in the bedroom. My brother had come in and was playing my Xbox. He was playing GTA. I suspect that when I hallucinated the shooting I was floating down to a high third plateau and the game was entering my visions, reinterpreting the shooting in the game. He later told me I talked to him about things that happened years ago as if they were currently going on. I remember none of this. I knew who and where I was, but I didn't understand it. There was a vague idea that someone had done drugs, and the letters "D...X...M" kept floating through my head but I didn't know what they meant. I do remember asking my brother if someone in here had done drugs and he said "Yes, you did, you freak." I was eventually able to begin walking around, in a daze as if through a swamp. I smoked, watched tv, and came down for several hours. I shook it off completely by the end of the day, and by the next evening was laughingly telling the story of the trip over dinner. Still couldn't get an erection until the day after that. It was a wild ride, and I seem to have come out the other end ok. It's burned me out on DXM for a while though, and I think I'll stick to good old THC for the forseeable future. Agent's description of the molly buzz, by the way, is sort of how I feel when I come off DXM, like the next day, except it's not an unexplainable bliss. I'm sober and all, but I feel great, like it's the first day of summer vacation. That's a good bit of the reason I like it so much. Most drugs make me feel like shit when I come off them.

I'm touched, and I'm not joking.

The latter. In public as well.

Dude Love and Ultimate Warrior.

It's a secret.

I started singing this today for no reason. Creepy.