"What is Real"? asked the Rabbit one day...
"Real isn't how you are made", said the Skin Horse. 
"It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long time, not just to play with you, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real".
"Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit.
"Sometimes," said the Sking Horse, for he was always truthful."When you are Real you don't mind being hurt".
"Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked,"or bit by bit?"
"It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges or who have to be carefully kept. Generally by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real, you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand".
David Berkowitz
"i didn't want to hurt them, i only wanted to kill them."
"...they acted human. But they weren't. They began to howl things. They wanted to get at children, to tear them up."

 Ted Bundy
"we serial killers are your sons, we are your husbands, we are everywhere. and there will be more of your children dead tomorrow"

Richard Ramirez
"you maggots make me sick, i will be avenged. Lucifer dwells within us all."

David Bullok
"he started messing with the Christmas tree, telling me how nice the Christmas tree was. So I shot him." 

Charles Manson
"look down on me, you will see a fool. look up at me, you will see your lord. look straight at me, you will see yourself. 

Peter Kurten
"after my head has been chopped off, will I still be able to hear, at least for a moment, the sound of my own blood gushing from my neck? that would be the pleasure to end all pleasure"

Carl Panzram 
(Last words. Said to the hangman as he prepared the noose.) "Hurry up you hoosier bastard! I could hang a dozen men while you're fooling around" 



On the Internet at least, the word "lolita" conjures up images of sweaty middle-aged dudes who hang around schoolyards and get their hard drives confiscated by the FBI. But in Japan, lolita refers to another bizarre subculture.

Clad in petticoats, high-collared dresses, bonnets and wielding fluffy parasols, they walk the Bladerunner streets of Tokyo looking like graduates of The Tim Burton School for Girls. There are all kinds of lolita's, each with their own variation on the theme, but they all share a love of women's fashions that died out before their grandmothers were born.

And these aren't just outfits they wear to special clubs or garden parties. You can see grown women in these full Victorian doll costumes on trains, in book stores and wolfing down cheeseburgers at McDonald's.

Why, you may ask? It has something to do with the rejection of male-created beauty standards and sexualized dress. Yes. In Japan, to express their rejection of oppressive cultural stereotypes and proclaim their independence, women dress like creepy school girls from 200 years ago. That sounds about right.
Although, I love it.

Hedgehog Dilemma

During winter, hedgehogs  migrate to each other to keep warm, but due to the sharp spines on their back, they tend to hurt each other when they get too close. This can relate to humans, the closer two beings come to one another in a relationship, the more likely it might be for them to inflict psychological pain on each other. Yet if they remain apart, they each might feel the roughly-equivalent pain of loneliness. A person who suffers from the hedgehog's dilemma will usually avoid becoming too close or involved with someone, due to fear of another similar, possibly painful, experience, such as they had experienced in the past.
'Nowhere in the bible does it say that Jesus was not a Raptor'
bluebird - charles bukowski

there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going to let anybody see you.

there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out
but I pur whiskey on him and inhale cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders and the grocery clerks
never know that he's in there.

there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay down, do you want to mess me up?
you want to screw up the works?
you want to blow my book sales in Europe?

there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out
but I'm too clever, I only let him out at night sometimes
when everybody's asleep.
I say, I know that you're there, so don't be sad.
then I put him back, but he's singing a little in there,
I haven't quite let him die

and we sleep together like that with our secret pact
and it's nice enough to make a man weep,
but I don't weep,
do you?


Allow me to indulge you with meat - STEAK to be exact.

$7 entry all night!
$2.50 pots
2 jagerbombs for $10 all night!

Plus DJ's:
Eight Eye DJ's
Press Play DJs
Eat My Face
Rus Hus
Lady Like
Queen of Hearts
Better Than Some
Mickey P


10.00-10.40pm Press Play DJs
10.40-11.20pm Airwolf
11.20pm-12am Swick
12- 1 00am GLOVES
1 - 1:40am Tranter
1.40-2:20 Scattermish
2:20-3 Beetlejuice
3-3:30 Jdubz
3.30-4 Eat My Face

10.00-10.40 D-Toe
10.40-11.20pm Eighteye Dj's
11.20pm-12am Lady Like
12-12.40am Queen of Hearts
12.40am-1.20 Rus Hus(That's me)
1.20-2am Momma's Spaghetti
2-2.40am Better Than Some
2.40-3.20am Mickey P

The sea brings comfort, and the waves they talk. The sun shines on the water as it gently rises. You can see the face of God when you look at the sun. Your soul forgets everything as you wake from the dreams of life's worries. For the joy lifts your heart, and your soul sees the wisdom of life, and beauty. Indescribable beauty. Is the pain gone?
First of all, Papa Smurf didn't create Smurfette. Gargamel did. She was sent in as Gargamel's evil spy with the intention of destroying the Smurf village. But the overwhelming goodness of the Smurf way of life transformed her. And as for the whole gang-bang scenario, it just couldn't happen. Smurfs are asexual. They don't even have... reproductive organs under those little, white pants. It's just so illogical, you know, about being a Smurf. You know, what's the point of living... if you don't have a dick?
Shinji Ikari: No-one understands me.
Rei Ayanami: You never understood anything.
Shinji Ikari: I thought it was supposed to be a world without unpleasantness... without uncertainty
Rei Ayanami: Because you assumed everyone was like you.
Shinji Ikari: Betrayed! You betrayed my feelings!
Rei Ayanami: You misunderstood from the start. You assumed without asking.
Shinji Ikari: Nobody wants me, so everyone can just die...
Rei Ayanami: Then what is your hand for?
Shinji Ikari: Nobody cares whether I live or die. Nothing will change... so everyone can just die...
Rei Ayanami: Then what is your heart for?
Shinji Ikari: The world would be better if I wasn't here. So I should just die too...
Rei Ayanami: Then why are you here?
Shinji Ikari: Is it OK for me to be here?
[the word "Silence" flashes on the screen and fades away]
Shinji Ikari: Noooooooooo!

Otto; or Up with Dead People is a Canadian and German gay horror film. The film is about a zombie named Otto who gets a ride to Berlin and starts to explore the city. Otto is discovered by underground filmmaker Medea Yarn, who begins to make a documentary about him with the support of her girlfriend, Hella Bent, and her brother Adolf. Medea is trying to finish Up with Dead People, the epic political-porno-zombie movie that she has been working on and convinces its star, Fritz Fritze, to allow the vulnerable Otto to stay in his guest bedroom. Otto discovers that he has a wallet that contains information about his past life, remembering details about his ex-boyfriend, Rudolf. He arranges to meet him at the schoolyard where they met, with devastating results.

I'd like to welcome all you suckers to struggle-ville say ahh open up and take this pill. You'll sit down in your cubicle and eat when we tell you to and when your services are not needed here anymore, you'll clean out your desk by noon and no talking to the new kid security will see you all the way to the door. It's like a prison but we pay you more so you owe us more just lock your doors and feel real safe inside your house is no longer a good place to hide. Hey, there's no more corner office or golfing with the bosses you have a wife and kids to tell. That you got axed today and you lost your 401k you wear your necktie noose so well, and you march just like a natural, you are just what we're looking for. You're perfect in every single way so come and join our little army, of high class, beautiful, intelligent, talented, well adjusted, clean, listeners.
Have you got a headache, cold, or aneurysm working on a heart attack, with bad vision. Back hurts, can't breathe right, afraid to fall arthritis, hemorrhoids, high cholesterol. Embarrassed by your bad skin not good with the ladies, don't quite fit in. Too fat, too skinny, way too tall bring all your problems, because this will cure them all, this will cure em all, this might cure some of them.

'So in the end, was it worth it? Jesus Christ. How irreparably changed my life has become. It's always the last days of summer and I've been left out in the cold with no door to get back in. I'll grant you I've had more than my share of poignant moments. Life passes most people by when they're busy making grand plans for it. Throughout my lifetime I've left pieces of my heart here and there. And now, there's almost barely enough to stay alive. But I force a smile, knowing that my ambition far exceeded my talent. There are no more white horses or pretty ladies at my door.' - George (Blow)

'Nothing tastes as good as skinny looks' - Kate Moss
"If the solar system was brought about by an accidental collision, then the appearance of organic life on this planet was also an accident, and the whole evolution of Man was an accident too. If so, then all our present thoughts are mere accidents - the accidental by-product of the movement of atoms. And this holds for the thoughts of the materialists and astronomers as well as for anyone else's. But if their thoughts - i.e., of Materialism and Astronomy - are merely accidental by-products, why should we believe them to be true? I see no reason for believing that one accident should be able to give me a correct account of all the other accidents. It's like expecting that the accidental shape taken by the splash when you upset a milk-jug should give you a correct account of how the jug was made and why it was upset." C.S. Lewis

'I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat.'