(1/12/05) - Ah, the old Southern Love HQ. Still receiving credit cards from Bank One and song lyrics from realtor/songwriters in Alaska, not to mention submitions for Trail of Dead's old label Golden Hour Records that has been RIP for years. You'll never know what you'll find in any nook or crany of this delapidated shithole or who'll you'll find breaking in. It's good to be home.
Amidst my rummaging, I came across a bit of scribble about my previous employer Texas School for the Blind and Visually Impaired. That institution that so kindly suspended me indefinitely the same week my girlfriend and The Golden Rule both expelled me from their shitty lives. I thought you might appreciate this run-down of this lovely state institution:
"Fuck school for the blind. Fuck it right up its beurocratic butthole! That place is desperate for help and dicks over every human being that comes through with an interest to make a dollar and help kids. It's a hideout for intolerant fuckheads who'd rather spend their time writing incident reports and jumping to conclusions in place of using simple communication with fellow employees. Carolina and Diane, I hope you grow older, uglier and have the most alien cunt cancer that causes you to have a hysterectomy without anesthesia so you know what being in your presence is like. The two of you amalgamate every frigid twat in school that you could just tell at the age of six was only getting off on being in some position of authority. Cherish it. I pray to whatever higher powers there are that weapons of mass destruction fly over the sea to reign down death from heaven onto the target I painted on the rough of my house so as to burst your pathetic bubble. You care for kids so much you fuck over every real human that's there to work with them. You shame all of us. Do the right thing and overdose on whatever prescription crack you get from your loving doctor. Do it for the children.
Gee, what a goddamn surprise. I got a call not but ten minutes ago saying that I should either retire or be fired. Well, since I'm "at fault" and won't get any unemployment, and let's consider I've still yet to see my paycheck for the month of February (today's date 4/7/03), why am I supposed to go down and fill out a form that says I quit? Tell you what buddy. You fill it out!
God. Please nuke us. The righteous are the most deserving and all I want is for the last of this veneer of civilization to fall to pieces. It's not too thick."