On to the next one.

This is my new blog. You'll probably hate it.

End times.

I Can Do Everything. I Have Done Nothing.

Change gon' come.

New York Is Killing Me.

For the heroes. Somehow found the dirty verj of the vidjo. Fuck a VEVO!

LOOK AT ME!

I get the feeling that a lot of you are lamenting the passing of Malcolm McLaren to establish some sort of cred. To, perhaps, rub their noses in it, if you will. No biggie. The internet brings out the hipster in all of us. I know that there are some music phreeks who may be legitimately saddened. I just don't get in the habit of mourning deads that I didn't know personally. Just sayin'. I'm a bastard.

dude, life's been over since Partners, or, brevity is the soul of shit. been here b4.

Nothing profound here. Just wanna know who's down to get bad out this tweekend... It's good to know at least one understands. Deep in this anatomy. Buried.

Leeds Or Bust.