6 songs - play a song for me [12 Aug 2009|09:05pm] [ mood | amazed ] reason number four-hundred and fifty-six to be happy i am not with kayce: REPO! The Genetic Opera. i wanted to see it since i first heard about it, and she watched it without me. she said it was stupid, and i let myself be dissuaded from watching it for the last six months. then i was at hollywood yesterday and decided to pick it up, telling myself i had not reason to trust the bitch. i put it in an hour and a half ago, so if it was bad, i still had some other good horror. oh. my. fucking. god.. i will admit that perhaps I wanted to like it very much, and that may have helped the process along, but Jesus.Fucking.Christ. it was amazing. i have not seen anything that utterly entertaining on dvd since I ate nearly half an ounce of mushrooms and watched The Wall. it is absolutely a new era Rocky. I really hope it gains a following and live venue treatment like Rocky. The only thing that could possibly be better than putting on makeup and lingerie and doing the time warp with a bunch of other similarly attired sex freaks, would be to cover my body in fake scars, dress like a graverobber, and go Testify! (and no, not in the Zack de la Rocha sense of the term, bitches). Oh, fuck me, i have a feeling i have joined a new cult. seriously though, back to what started this entry: what kind of a stupid, humorless, heap of flesh and bones could possibly think that piece of cinematic GLORY was stupid? Answer: not one I could ever marry. you know those lists that you make when you're sixteen - the ones of tests to see if the person you're with is marriage material? like, have they ever voted for Ross Perot (or would they have, had they been old enough to vote the last time he ran)? or do they like monty python or the same kind of pizza you do? to borrow from Quentin Tarantino, are they an Elvis person or a Beatles person? Well when I was with Kayce i let all of that go. I had to. I made the mistake once of telling her I couldn't marry her because she couldn't cook me an egg (or something stupid like that) and liked to never live it down. i couldn't hold onto my prjudices the way i tend to, because she was a wannabe fucking scenester, and we all know how I feel about those people. has anyone else noticed I've been capitalizing my I's a lot more recently? I've actually found myself going back and making them lower case - not because i like e.e. cummings, but because i set the precedent back when i started this damn thing to not capitalize self-referential material. anyways. I definitely need to stick to my guns the next time i get involved, whenever that is. if a bitch don't laugh at somethin funny, she gotsta go. no pressure, future girlfriend.

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