Apparently....

...only true idiots who don't know how to abbreviate or punctuate anything are allowed to hate myspace.

http://www.ifuckinghatemyspace.com/

Go buy a fuckin' t-shirt



In other news, I'm working on new music and hopefully will have a demo slapped together here soon to send out...who knows?

It's amazing no one's killed me yet

I seriously think you're all fucked.

Animals are not meant to produce things for humans to consume. I mean, can you picture a cow milking from a human teat? Seems ridiculous doesn't it? Every time I see a human drink a glass of milk, or eat a steak, or swallow that unloved and unidentified piece of pork chop, I laugh. To me, you are nothing more than a Disney cartoon. You forget your own humanity the second you objectify another living thing to the point that you can eat its child and not blink. Do you understand that? Just because a cow can't say "I miss my chld enough to die" does not mean it doesn't feel these emotions. You can see it. The terrible horror these animals feel in their captivity, the extreme discomfort they suffer, we write it off as animal emotion. They are below us, in some kind of psuedo-sector of pain that is heart-wrenching but still removed from our food.

Stop eating other living things. They suffer, they feel pain, and this is not hippy "love the animals" bullshit. This is fact. Animals feels pain and that's the truth.

As promised to myself..,.,,.,,..,.

..,.,.,,,.I bring you two of Japans best pedal-makers...along with these guys they make the best noise pedals in the world...hope you like it....
BugBrand!
Vanilla Electronics!
and....Last Gasp Art Laboratories....

This blows my fuckin mind

This is just awesome...it's called the Time Fountain for obvious reasons...

Eyes and Teeth

Me like Eyes and Teeth a lot.

Scarred

I'm giving up on you, MySpace. I always held out hoping you'd change your ways. Every day I'd log on and hope beyond all hope that the top two searches where no longer "HTML" and "My Chemical Romance". I'd hoped that you'd stop your whoring ways and go back to the good ol' days where I could log in and not be assaulted by Brooke Hogan's ham-slicer chin or Flash animations that burned themselves into my retina.

I tried to log in to MySpace this morning. I use the word "tried" because that's as far as I got. Here's the message I was met with:

The Function that you are currently trying to use is disabled and will be back shortly.

We are making some minor changes to this section please bear with us until we can get this back online.

Please do NOT email me about this. Just wait it out. 7/28/2006 -Tom


Wait...fucking LOGIN is disabled? And you want me to wait it out? Now there is the true sign of a company that know that, like the addicts most of the millions of daily MySpace users are, we'll come back. That's like calling your dealer and having him tell you to call back later. I need my fix man! Where are you! Well...fuck that shit. I'm closing down any personal presence on MySpace and leaving only my music there. This is stupid.

Now, I wonder why Tom doesn't want me to bother him? My guess is is because "Tom" is now an entire department of wage slaves that pounds away at this buggy and flawed site while Tom sits on a beach somewhere sipping cocktails made from the breast milk of island virgins with crushed diamond dust around the edge of a Swarovski crystal goblet. Tom might occasionally fondle the genitals of a beach boy while brazenly sporting the kind of erection that only pawning off a shithole website to Rupert Murdoch for one bajillion dollars can give you.

Fuck MySpace.

and fuck Tom.