Booze, drugs, death, sex, violence and unplanned pregnancy...

[kenny]

...the reality of the American dream.

I understand some of you give a shit less about what I blurt out so I will get the update out of the way. Do you guys remember the retard from the bar fight video? This douche bag loves to start shit, seriously. He doesn't go away; he just keeps trying to start shit with people and he keep's getting his ass beat. So if you thought his video where he acted like a punching bag was a good time you should check out his voice mail messages. Four (4) minutes of stupidity. By the way fire marshal bill, since you did see your internet debut here on hektik I would like to give you some free advice. Go the fuck away! Crawl back under your rock and quit talking shit to grown folks. If you keep talking your shit I will personally punch you so hard that your skin graph will come apart and your insides seep out you dumb drunkard cunt. Thank you, drive through.

For the photo updates there are some new pictures added to the digiCam project (NWS) which gives you a few still shots from the video mayhem (and shootings) that was shot over the weekend and in this week's graffiti project there are a few random shots and then some submissions that I got in my easter basket. Last but not least there are some new photographs in the scrapbook. Enjoy.




I remember when I first got turned on to Hunter S. Thompson. The first book I read like so many others was Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. I didn't like it because it was insanity on paper nor a masterpiece (which it was in its own right) but I liked it because it was the first time that I realized there are others out there like me/us. We are driven by some insane lust to see just how much we can get away with and just how far we can push ourselves. The rest for me is just filler which leads to discontentment at the end of the day. It's weird when the day has come to an end and you can't be satisfied - so you drug or drown yourself to sleep or maybe you are one of those that fuck your fears away. Some think its self destruction, and one could even argue that it is a form of suicide, but on an installment plan. I don't know why I act like this, but I am guessing it is because very little makes me feel alive. If I am not pushing myself to the edge I just feel null and void, and maybe that was the dark void you were feeling/sensing from me. The part that doesn't love, doesn't care, the part that just does now and thinks later. The part that knows or cares less about consequence and every time it rears its head someone you love gets hurt. You know this, but you still let it happen. Then later you feel sad, but it must be a faux sad, a way of pretending you care because you still do it again proving that you must not care. Then one day you muster up enough strength and energy to break this cycle and you talk. For the first time in 20 some years I opened my mouth, well I let my fingers do the talking and now I wish I hadn't. I guess I just underestimated the power of words.

It is funny how words can make one hurt, it is funny how they have the ability to tear one up inside. Words you can throw around in your head for years on end and feel nothing. Then when you unleash them and watch them pour out they take a whole new meaning. They now have life; they are no longer a thought. They are now alive. They are now breathing. They now have the ability to hurt you back simply by looking at them. I have no idea where I was going with that, other than I have decided to no longer talk to those outside the crew. Every time I do something goes awry. This is what I was talking about; this is why I was saying you were right. Something is wrong, I did not see it at first but now I have this feeling that something is lurking in the shadows...

Could it be that Armageddon is near, and we are all doomed? I thought it was a joke but it wasn't. Marty's machine needed some fixing so he brought it over. I was doing laundry so I had plenty of time to get his box back up and running and he pointed out something that I thought was a joke, sadly it was not. This was real and this was the first sign of the end. The court is not allowing cameras in to the Michael (I love to drink boy juice) Jackson trial so E! television network has been taking the transcripts and nightly they reenact the daily activity of the trial using actors. Second I lost my "hope" lighter and third my mountain is officially closed. The last day there was fun though. Throughout the season we have become well known for our violent but playful antics. We were let on the mountain free of charge and now I have two (2) less pair of pants but we said goodbye the only way that was fitting, and to those that made it enjoy your ice burns and sore muscles.

Well since the end is near, and with 101 other reasons that I am not going to bother sharing I have decided to stop talking and check out for a bit. I will now talk through pictures and video. Will it help? I doubt it, but I just need a break so I am going to disappear for a month or so. After all I am a professional and this is how I maintain my longevity ...or I maybe I am just one lucky son of a bitch. When I return I will have new adventures to share so long as I make it, after all I do like my martinis dirtier than a Mexican hooker in boy's town and I can't seem to make it to bed before sunrise. But I have a case full of these volume pills and they make me cum like a horse and that has to be good for something, right?

P.S. Since you are too busy to talk to me Raul... how `bout you do me a favor and stop lying, that's all I wanted to say.

Thanks.

See you in May, or June.

...end of transmission.

[DrFaustus]

I'm haggard. I'm bruised. I'd not have it any other way.

[rudeboy]

Originally posted by kenny
If you keep talking your shit I will personally punch you so hard that your skin graph will come apart and your insides seep out you dumb drunkard cunt.

...and then I'll go to work on ya.

[cold]

Originally posted by kenny
It is funny how words can make one hurt, it is funny how they have the ability to tear one up inside. Words you can throw around in your head for years on end and feel nothing. Then when you unleash them and watch them pour out they take a whole new meaning.

I agree. Language can have such a powerful way of persuading, hurting, inspiring, and uplifting someone. Without words, how are our thoughts? With art? How can we communicate to the masses without our thought vaguely translated to paper? (metaphorically speaking)..

It is such a shame that form cannot truly turn into splendor without pain, suffering, and loss. Our purpose is to fulfill these desires, or to destroy them. Anybody can misinterpret a message so easily. Even for someone to lay out their point with such precision. This is our language. This is our ultimatum for expression.



See you when you get back.