mission accomplished! the house was totally destroyed... or that was the look of it by the time i left last night...
the party was rocked by the puppies, sass dragons, and last but not least (no shit... at the destruction party) parts of pieces of people. some of the highlights of the evening included... watching shit get thrown out of second story windows before i even got inside, getting hit in the kneecap with a baseball bat, watching many people bleed, not seeing the cops (or sheriff as the case may be) at all.
walls were taken out for fun, with the added benifit of opening up a lot of space on the ground level. this created a light airy feeling...ha. we were all filthy before we left. dallas and kate might have fucked on the dance floor... or they could have just been kissing with a renewed vigor for life... standing up no less.
there was a girl who looked something like an off duty pornstar who started the popop set grinding on me as i tryed to sing, play guitar and not blush. by the end of the set, someone had tackled her on top of my shoes and they also kissed with a renewed vigor for berserker... so i put my foot up on them and kept playing like an over achieving big game hunter... i thought it was a dude and the porn girl... but it turns out it was two girls... while i had my leg up on them and was playing, i could feel them grabbing my pants and trying to pull me down with them... fucking filthy down there... not a chance. while most of this was going on we were playing a song called feeble falcon... at the end i sang part of it again... just for those girls and that party....
"the mongeese are french kissing in the corner while king and queen cobra were making love in the babies crib while that child watches. (theres pillowey silt on the fossile bed... were bare naked sharing soft and slippery pieces of skin that rub up in between us.)
when i typed in popop in the title space just now, a cookie (or something) finnished my thought... for once, none of this statement applies.
popop acts like a bunch of assholes... geoff shoulders the blame.
in other news: the morning of destruction party charlie went downstairs (at the ciard dorms) to find his car had been broken into. i dont know many details yet, but his window was broken and nothing was stolen. vaguely remeniscant of october of last year when someone threw a cinder block through my window down there. they also stole nothing, but bled all over the car. the west side of chicago!
