The real irony is that we've kind of legislated them [tobacco company marketers] into using tools that seem to be more effective than the tools we're legislating them out of.
— Brad Davis, a marketing professor at Wilfrid Laurier University in Canada. / Tobacco firms get savvy in selling smokes / Vancouver (BC) Sun (ca), Monday, November 13, 2006.

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We are not opposed to sensible regulation.
— Tobacco Manufacturers Association director Chris Ogden, on the industry's battle against fire-safe cigarettes in the EU. / Tobacco lobby fights EU plan for safer cigarettes / The Observer (uk), Sunday, November 12, 2006.

praise be to Allah on this day

...for allowing Fat Wreck Chords email updates that tell me where to find the new Leftover Crack/Citizen Fish album can be heard...i think i can feel a spasm of frenzied consumerism lurking in the recesses of my pocket...one day soon my little friend of plastic and cardborard...one day soon you will be mine and we will be together and you will join your plastic and cardboard family and i will rely on you for my superficial definition addiction...

the only free mp3 fat have up is here...
p.s.anyone got a free torrent? not sure if i can wait till pay day for this one...
p.p.s. hey maybe i should get a credit card. my bank has been offering persistently for a while now (even during periods of 'unemployment') and mostly everyone else in this great city whose white and above the age of sixteen or so seems to have one (even if its only for buying religious artifacts and ninja turtle action figures and even cooler black tshits and bad horror movies on VHS and queer porn with real attractive men from france and books about the zapatistas in mexico) ...
p.p.p.s no wait....FUCK THAT! banks and credit cards suck!

Hate to say i told you so but...

THE world is inching closer to nuclear Armageddon, top scientists warned today while moving a symbolic Doomsday clock nearer to midnight - and stressing the growing threat of climate change.

...“It is now five minutes to midnight,” [Stephen] Hawking said after the clock was moved forward two minutes from 11.53 pm, where it had stood since 2002.


Read this article from The Australian here.

Now listen here...

As per your request, I have read your cards, i have consulted the circle of demon whores who keep me company in the pit, i have spent an eternity devoted to the divination of a suitably enriching and spiritually satisfying course of action regarding your social movements this weekend in AdelHades.
And so, my fellow cursed ones, the Dark Lord willing, it seems that theres a Squatfest goin up in flames at the Squatters Arms on Saturday the 20th of January sometime after 4pm.
You will go to the corner of George St and Port Road, Thebarton.
You will hand over at least a gold coin for donation, with all funds raised going to Food Not Bombs.
You will enjoy seeing and dancing to a good 12 bands, you will wander amongst piles of burning book stalls, feast savagely on a rockin vegan friendly barbeque, groove to twisted djs and you will cavort with dumpster loads of genetically modified activists, straight edge hardcore kids, smelly hippys and wild eyed and dusty haired punx looking sexy and agitated, their mohawks pink and proud in the green tainted breeze.
The awesome performing bands you will witness may include: The Rivalry, Stolen Youth, Meat Wallet, The Jerks, Beyond Terror Beyond Grace, Guantanamo Bay City Rollers, Equal Minded, Coma Lies, Leather Messiah, Girls Are For Fags, Mispent Youth and Miss Golly Gosh.
The Dark Lord willing, you will see me there.

and a small world it is...

According to wikipedia there is a town named Lemay, in Missouri USA, of around 17,000 people or so (about the same as Broken Hill, NSW where i grew up). The town is named after Francois Lemay, a ferry operator with a name remarkably similar to my mothers and Lemay is located in St Louis County, which is the birth place of my patron saint, William S Burroughs.

Cool!

Audry

technology, and its useful applications

so at first i was dismayed, a great sadness came over me. Illustrator turns out to be clumsy and eventually totally useless and I had given up and given in to the thought that my software, and my beautiful black machine, were unable to make michael jackson, our lord and saviour, back into a hot black boy. i was staring into the abyss and a lighting bolt stared back. the solution was at hand.

all art by mario sharon and black lungs

fable.

Wavy Gravy once asked a Zen Roshi, "What happens after death?"

The Roshi replied, "I don't know."

Wavy protested, "But you're a Zen Master!"

"Yes," the Roshi admitted, "but I'm not a dead Zen Master."

(lifted from Robert Anton Wilson's blog "RAW DATA")

A poem for Thursday

"Pornographic Poem"

by John Giorno

Seven Cuban
army officers
in exile
were at me
all night.
Tall,
sleek,
slender
Spanish types
with smooth dark
muscular bodies
and hair
like wet coal
on their heads
and between their legs.
I lost count
of the times
I was fucked
by them
in every conceivable
position.
At one point
they stood
around me
in a circle
and I had
to crawl
from one crotch
to another
sucking
on each cock
until it was hard.
When I got all
seven up
I shivered
looking up
at those erect pricks
all different lengths
and widths
and knowing
that each one
was going up
my ass hole.
Everyone
of them
came
at least twice
and some three times.
Once they put me
on the bed
kneeling,
one fucked me
in the behind,
another
in the mouth,
while I jerked off
one
with each hand
and two
of the others
rubbed
their peckers
on my bare feet
waiting
their turns
to get
into my can.
Just when I thought
they were all spent
two of them
got together
and fucked me
at once.
The positions
we were in
were crazy
but with two
big fat
Cuban cocks
up my ass
at one time
I was
in paradise.