Chest Hair

Hot iPhone searing my chest hair. Plastic rune of techno-sadism.

The Earnestness of Civilization

The question was posed whether or not Social Networking was giving some people a sense of falsely inflated self-importance. As I dig into this question I can’t help but wonder if these people weren’t wrapped up in themselves previously. Perhaps the Social Networking angle is merely a trinket to add to their charm bracelet of obliviousness. We shall see. 

Dare I interview someone I think fits into this category?

iPhone 3.0

“We’re adding like ten million new features but still no video capture app.” What the fuck?!

Stinging Sear

There’s nothing quite like the electrical field of a person’s skin to ignite searing desire in life. It’s kinetic and kind and maddening all at the same time. I should rather think that it’s an energy separate from any known, measurable wavelength, calling to me, caressing me, telling me to scratch it with my rock-hard fingernails.

Dance, Mutherfucker! Dance!

It’s been nine whole days. Where’s my mutherfuckin’ change?

Kool-Aid Man

Hollis Dorian thinks that if you feel that some sort of magical change is happening today, then you need to put down that big ole jug of propaganda-flavored Kool-Aid and wake the fuck up!

True aspiration to greatness can only come from within and it can’t be handed to you from the preacher-man or the politician. Your happiness is your own responsibility and there’s no caped wonder swooping from the sky to save you. If you believe that there is a significant difference in the politicians who will lord over you now than the ones that were doing so before, then you are misguided. There will be war. And there will be injustice. And there will be a continuing reign of monotheistic rhetoric and wish thinking.

Break free of the pseudo-Soviet campaign posters and the ridiculous mewlings of ‘change’ and ‘hope’ and realize that a better future is created by the people and for the people, not by politicians. Whether you believed in what he stood for or not, let us remember the words of a former President today, who said, “Government IS the problem.” 

Finally, I leave you with this:

Today is not a historic day until the history of the next four to eight years is written.

A Day in The Beef

Hollis Dorian says if you’re in Orlando, you should seek out the holy grail of the Beefy King. 

Salvation is only a bun away…

Cunt

Hollis Dorian says you shouldn’t read his blog if you are afraid of the word cunt.

Raw Admission

Hollis Dorian would like to fuck America up the ass whether they like it or not. The time for diplomacy is over. The time for anarchy doesn’t enjoy the same kind of groundswell of support that a good ass fucking can muster.

Come on, don’t look at me like you don’t know what I am talking about. You’re all thinking the same thing.

Go on.

Admit it.

Frailty

Writers, artists and performers are a bunch of frail, bitch-ass pussies who spend exorbitant amounts of time worrying that other people aren’t going to like what they’re doing and start judging them, causing them to feel inferior and like they have no business calling themselves a writer as if there was some great thing you could point to and say this is what I was put here to do.

Get over yourself.

Also, it’s hard to put yourself out there.