Somebody Accidentally Pulled the Cork

The Dehisce Was Here.

More to come

Dimitri the Russian Hyper Fag

Dimitri is an ex-Russian track star who is pretty fast, pretty gay, pretty-looking and all Hyperphagic.

We have no super powers here, nothing ridiculously special beyond the power to gorge and run and run and run until he pukes.

Dimitri: "I've always loved to run and I've always tried to stay skinny. Well, skinny enough to fit in these jeans. They are so-cool. Throwing up after working out is my way of knowing when I'm finished working out."

Whats So Great About the Other Side?

Why did the chicken cross the road?

Let me ask you this... When you were in the bathroom, why did you shake your dick 3 times after you were done taking a piss? Why not twice? Or 4 times? (I was in the bathroom with you. I know it was 3 times.) Or if you're a female, why did you do, uh, whatever it is you do? Point is, you don't think about these things. You just do them. Let me let you in on a little secret: Chickens could give a fuck less about crossing roads. They are all about starting bands.

Perhaps I've already lost you. There is too much to explain at this time. All that I ask of you is to keep your eyes open and your mind emancipated. A good story is like Chinese water torture: the longer it drips, the worse it gets. No, I mean, then longer you are there, the more effective it is. Holy shit now I've confused myself. Look, we've got a really bizarre story to tell. I think you'll find it's well worth the read. We're talking chickens and scientists and almost certainly extremely graphic sexual content and/or violence. Worse case (or best case?) scenario you pull a "Carradine" when we are done fucking with your brain.

So bookmark this page or just let 'Sucker Punch Thrill Kick' marinate in your intestines until it turns into a wet fart. Either way we are not going anywhere and we hope you'll stick around for the mind fuck of your life. Or, at least the mind hand-job of your life.

It Only Makes Sense....

To take almost an entire year to get your 2nd blog, which was meant to be an outpouring, creative outlet for a soon-to-be crass, ridiculously abundant with disgusting material, graphic novel, which of course I wanted to eventually adapt into a live show. Of course this is all just a cascade of a wet dream, but given enough time and enough ulcers with which to hate the world with and enough collaborations from enough idiot friends of mine who think they are remotely artistic in any way and we will have quite a thing going on here.

Then again, I won't be surprised if I end up doing this all by myself. So in that case...be VERY patient. I'll make it worth it, though.