Buck Satan; or, how I learned to be a HIV positive junkie.

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Uncle Al, buck satan or just Al Jourgensen is a man on a mission. A man who is destined piss you off and the only person I would call my idol other then Bob Dylan. The simple fact that he like a king-tiger rolling across the battlefield of life with an animals dignity refusing any excuse to slow down. "Art is commenting on what's going on around you in your life." - uncle Al. wise words and he followed them with. "Nothing exceeds like excess." And children that is what it is all about living without excuses. Not being a pussy. Sometimes you have to let go just to have a fair chance at the struggle for getting your share, your piece of the pie. “Everything shapes you to be the person you are today. Sometimes hard lessons pay off dividends.” - Al Jourgensen. Their is no simple way for me to communicate in a fucking indirect way. So I will be honest about what I need to say. And uncle Al has been with me all day great songs killing my eardrums with classics like thieves. nwo, and just one fix. I have felt like shit for no obvious reason. I wandered around my home city. went stand up comedy open mic night at my favorite bar. spent my last three dollars on a beer. smoked cigarette bud tobacco in a old pipe. And genuinely felt like things were going in a good direction.
There's a famous artist, Ron English, in New York, that just, or Andy Warhol for that matter, that did pop art that terrorized society. And that's, for the last like 10, 15 years, that's all I wanted to do, is terrorize society and make them look into a mirror and see what the hell we have wrought.
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There's a famous artist, Ron English, in New York, that just, or Andy Warhol for that matter, that did pop art that terrorized society. And that's, for the last like 10, 15 years, that's all I wanted to do, is terrorize society and make them look into a mirror and see what the hell we have wrought.
Read more at: https://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/a/aljourgens688993.html
There's a famous artist, Ron English, in New York, that just, or Andy Warhol for that matter, that did pop art that terrorized society. And that's, for the last like 10, 15 years, that's all I wanted to do, is terrorize society and make them look into a mirror and see what the hell we have wrought.
Read more at: https://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/a/aljourgens688993.html
There's a famous artist, Ron English, in New York, that just, or Andy Warhol for that matter, that did pop art that terrorized society. And that's, for the last like 10, 15 years, that's all I wanted to do, is terrorize society and make them look into a mirror and see what the hell we have wrought.
Read more at: https://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/a/aljourgens688993.html

But as their normally is their is a women, a girl named Tina someone I barely know who I have very strong urge too take care of and want to be with. No she is not my girlfriend. And no i haven't even fucked her. So I have come to the conclusion that I'm a fucking-pussy-dickhead because me and her (after talking on the phone for five hours a day for nearly two weeks) got into a fight over something stupid and now she is spite fucking some bratty teen who I honestly want to fuck up. And you know what I'm not depressed and I'm not suicidal (my normal response to anything that makes me uncomfortable) I'm just tired and confused. When you love someone their is a responsibility on your part to know where the boundaries are so you don't just ramble about your problems on your blog. But you know what uncle Al has taught me? that when life gives you lemons...you get fucked up and hate fuck them. So all i can say to anyone if they ever see me again. is share i'll get fucked up with you and I'm interesting company. I will leave you with a quote from uncle Al that kinda some it all up for me "There's a famous artist, Ron English, in New York, that just, or Andy Warhol for that matter, that did pop art that terrorized society. And that's, for the last like 10, 15 years, that's all I wanted to do, is terrorize society and make them look into a mirror and see what the hell we have wrought." -Buck Satan.


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