I’ve been reading The adventures of NervousMan.
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Eraser Head meets American Splendor.
Forrest Gump meets Sling Blade.
Part Johnny Cash, part David Lynch, The adventures of NervousMan is a worthwhile read, don’t miss it.
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Father Luke
Blawg, or Bahlawg with my Southern friends, or Blog is short for Web Log. At one time, I had hijacked a usenet group to write my daily thoughts. That got fucked up because everybody found me, so my private thoughts came up for public display.
It’s a long story…
But I like my anonymity, so I stopped writing there.
Then I wrote at my own website. My anonymity was gone anyway.
And Okay to all that.
So, now it’s fashionable to have a Blog. Entire sites have been set up for people to journal their thoughts… Blogger.com, Wordpress, you know, or you can get your own domain, and start your own fucking world. But there’s a problem with having your own domain. It’s like owing your own house versus renting. I own my own fucking house on the internet. I own two houses. Funny, because in real life I’ve been homeless, but I own two domains.
F a t h e r L u k e .com, and F a t h e r L u k e .org .
Another place is MySpace. I’ve written about that hell hole. My friend Blake said she’s glad that Mitch Hedberg, and Bill Hicks died before MySpace because she would have hated to think of them there. I had a site there. Somebody took the old address, and set it up for a monkey. Just a monkey with a crown. Pretty funny.
So, I set up another site on MySpace. I did it to fuck with MySpace. Here is what I mean…
If you are in my links, you are now on MySpace.
Wait a minute, Father Luke, I thought you said you were going to explain. That fucks me up, man. I haven’t a clue what you are talkin about…
Okay. Okay. Go here:
F a t h e r L u k e on MySpace
Don’t ask to be my friend. I won’t accept you. Chances are you’re already my friend, even if you don’t have a MySpace page. My site is tweaked so that the fucker is a links page. No one you see there is actually on MySpace. Well, Shemp is, but fucking Shemp is dead…
Okay, I’ve bent that shit-eating bastard, MySpace, to my will. I’ve beaten it, till it whelped, then I ball-gagged it, and now I’m watching the cock sucker drool.
And ain’t that the way it should work? Computers work for us, not the other way around.
Let me know if you want to see yourself on my MySpace, page. If you aren’t already there. And, if you are there, click the link, make sure it works.
See ya.
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Father Luke
By nature, I’m a free-spirited, care-free, and independent soul.
You don’t like the way this old, long-haired hippie, country boy is living,
you can just leave me alone.
Well, the hair is gone, but the spirit lives on.
It lives on, and it’s telling me to tell you:
You should have killed me when you had the chance.
Really. You shouldn’t have let me live when you were that close to killing me.
Because I’m mean when it comes right down to it.
I can be vigilant for what I believe in, and I do believe in myself.
I owe a debt of gratitude to my enemies.
All of them.
You know who you are.
You’ve made me stronger.
But, you really should have killed me.
You’ve had that chance.
Will I get back around to each one of you?
I hope to. I really do hope I can get back to
every single last one one of you.
Life is long, despite any idiot’s claim that life is short.
And I am patient. Those who are sure of the outcome
can afford to wait. And wait patiently.
So, there’s time.
Plenty of time.
If you’ve done me no wrong, or wish me no harm
you’ve nothing to fear.
To the rest of you Motherfuckers:
Do you hear the music?
They’re playing our song.
Let’s dance…
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Father Luke
The poll is moronic enough. But dig this:
C L I C K here
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Father Luke
