QuaCzar

Friends and loved ones die, and I still have to live and deal with it.  They get sick, sick in the body or sick in the head, or both.  And I have to deal with it.  And then I get sick, so fucking sick of "dealing with it," I could do 100,000 mics of acid and dwell on it all to infinity. A good friend of mine recently lost "it," -- mind and money, sanity and soul -- and so I loaned him some of those.  Then he felt better, and I drank a lot of vodka, because I just realized I gave this asshole my mind and money, my own sanity and soul.  He wound up pissing it all away and still hasn't paid me back, but that isn't entirely his fault: What happe

Compromise is a part of life.  Somehow, through twists and turns of love and reality and necessity and dreams, I wound up in this white, conservative, quaint little neighborhood, pretending to be so white bread just to get along with all my uptight, racist, idiot neighbors, sometimes I just wanna shout, "What the fuck? Are you all clueless?"  If they only knew... First, a little more background.  This is what it's like: If you're not a zombie Christian, you're a devil worshiper.  If you're not supporting the wars, you're a traitor.  If it isn't "for the children," you're insensitive.  If you don't show an interest in the "home team," you're

Sorry if I haven't gotten around to some of your works yet, my computer needs major overhaul.  After a year of living dangerously with out-of-date antivirus software, the little buggers finally caught up with me.  I downloaded the Avast free program and it seemed to clean up most of them. It also reports a lot of attempted hijackings, or whatever they are, when I'm online and the browser seems to be taken over or redirected to malicious sites -- surprisingly, this seems to happen most when I'm logged on here at DA.  Don't think I pissed off any hackers (what a smart, handsome bunch of lovable rascals they are), so I'm not sure what the probl