Eat the dog

The chant was so unison it was almost one voice.

 It was his first band camp.

 He wanted to make new alliances, this was to be his year, he was going to be the man, he was going to get a girlfriend AND kiss her.

 And then his parents sent him to this camp.

 Now he’s in the circle, with the whole camp chanting and watching him.

 What's this going to accomplish?

 It's a team building exercise. Now you will share in their strength and share a bond that can not be broken.

 Now it’s simple, just Eat The Dog

Fish Fashion Rev. J. Sleestaxx

Fish Fashion
Rev. J. Sleestaxx

There are some days I like nothing better to do than to pull a pair of marlins and go for a walk around the neighborhood.
The only trouble with that is that on warm days I can not get farther that a couple blocks before the cats in the neighborhood start to follow me around.
The sea gulls have begun to hover around my house now as they have learned over the past years that I like to wear fish. And they can get free meals from what I throw away.
Fish fashion is not a widely known trend and in fact is has been wrongly dubbed a fetish. Fish fashion is not a fetish but a statement plain and simple. It is a reaction to the killing of land animals for their hides and the killing of plants for their fibers.
Fiber wearing individuals are oblivious to the screaming that can be heard in the fields during harvest. The killing of carbon dioxide scrubbing plants for the sole purpose of making fabric is both insane and barbaric.
I once dated a girl in college that was a bologna wearer. And she was the reason I found wearing alternative clothes was fun.
We had dated for about three weeks when she said she had a secret. I am thinking that she was going to tell me she was a man or that she went to my high school and had a secret crush and now she was going to kill me for ignoring her.
Are you a Satanist??
No sweetie I like to wear bologna.
What??
I like to wear clothes made out of bologna. Mainly dresses and skirts because the bologna tears when you try to wear the lunch meat as pants.
“Undergarments too?” I asked
No that would be weird and kinky.
Yeah and?
Do not make this into something more than it is.
And so I dumped her. Well I just stopped calling and returning her calls. That was too weird for me.
She married a Greek guy whose father owned a deli or a butcher shop or something. They sent an invitation to the wedding. It was made of olive loaf and headcheese. I ate it but did not RSVP.
Then one day down by the docks I was talking to some fishermen and they caught a tuna. It was small and they had their limit and told me to take it.
Now what the hell was I to do with a tuna??
I was on my way home this fish in my arms looking up at me its gills gasping for air/water. Slowly dieing, drowning in air so to speak. I was feeling the texture of the fresh skin and scales and I realized that I had found my medium. What I needed was fresh fish to fashion my clothes out of.
I ran home with that first fish and made my self a tank top. There was not much to work with remember it was a small tuna.
And so started my fish fashion designing and experimenting with fish.
I started with canned fish which was great looking on the table and on the sewing machine, but when you pulled them on pants or shirt the whole thing began to look like punk fashion. A tear here and rip there.
But I soon discovered that I was not to use canned fish like gefelte fish, salmon, sardines, or even kippered herring.
I was to use fresh fish. I began to obsess with fishing. It was the only way to get the freshest fish. Every day I had off I was down at the pier fishing. And then I would rush home with the day’s catch and work feverishly into the night in the frigid house. I would have the air conditioner going full blast trying to keep the fish from decomposing.
Some days I would get the fashion done in time and I would be able to walk the neighborhood in fish and other days the fish would just slump off into a pile of stale rancid fish meat at my feet.
"Good day Reverend" the teens would say as they stopped skateboarding for me to pass, "Those are some mighty fine fish pants you have on." I knew that they too wish they had fish fashion to wear.
Herring bone? That is mine.

	Currently reading Like A Monkey With A Handgun By Rev. J. Sleestaxx Release date: By 3 December, 2007
	Also reading With A Mouthful Of Razorblades By Rev. J. Sleestaxx Release date: By 6 February, 2007

You can leave any time you want

It's not my imagination
I've got a gun on my back!
Promises you made
Never become fact
We're gonna get revenge
You won't know what hit you
We're tired of being screwed
Don't tell me about tomorrow
Don't tell me what I'll get
I can't think of progress
when Just around the corner
There's a bed of cold pavement
Waiting for me
Revenge!
I'll watch you bleed
Revenge!
That's all I'll need
I won't cry if you...
die!
die!
We're gonna get revenge
You won't know what hit you
We're tired of being screwed
Revenge!
Revenge
(C)Black Flag Bla Bla Bla records
You know when a band makes a front man change they usually die?
These guys had 20 albums with 20 singers adn each alum was
angrier then the last and better than the last. It was the loss of the drummer
that killed the band. Who'd of thunk it

We're gonna be a white minority
We won't listen to the majority
We're gonna feel inferiority
We're gonna be white minority
White pride
You're an American
I'm gonna hide Anywhere I can
Gonna be a white minority
We don't believe there's a possibility
Well you just wait and see We're gonna be white minority
White pride
You're an American
White pride
Anywhere I can?
Gonna be a white minority
There's gonna be large cavity
Within my new territory
We're all gonna die
(C)Black Flag Bla Bla Bla records

On my eighteenth birthday -
My daddy gave me a gun -
And I am not what you'd call -
A real good sport -
I was born and raised -
In a trailor court -
Mobile Home -
Filled with foam -
Polyester catacomb -
(C) The Lewd Bla Bla Bla Records
This band had girl bass player, who looked best in the school girl Kogal outfits, and the singer was very angry and menicing

I’m about To have a nervous breakdown My head really hurts
I’m about To have a nervous breakdown My head really hurts
If I don’t find a way out of here I’m gonna go berserk ‘cuz I’m crazy and I’m hurt
Head on my shoulders It’s going…berserk
(C)Black Flag Bla Bla Bla records

I hear the same old talk
The same old lines
Don’t do me that today, yeah
If you know what’s good for you you’ll get out of my way ‘cuz
I’m crazy and I’m hurt
Head on my shoulders
Going…berserk

I won’t apologize
For acting outta line
You see the way I am
You leave any time you can ‘cuz
I’m crazy and I’m hurt
Head on my shoulders
Going…berserk

Crazy! Crazy! Crazy! Crazy!
(C)Black Flag Bla Bla Bla records


I don’t care what you fuckin’ do
I don’t care what you fuckin’ say
I’m so sick of everything
I just want to…die!
Someday I'll feel no pain
Someday I won't have a brain
They'll take away the part that hurts
and let the rest remain
Fix me Fix my head
Fix me please, I don't wanna be dead
Someday We'll all be rich
Someday I won't listen to you bitch
I'll turn up the volume
And you can hear all the shit we play
just for you
Fix me Fix my head
Fix me please, I don't wanna be dead
Someday I'll feel no pain Someday
I won't have a brain
They'll take away the part that hurts
and let the rest remain
Fix me Fix my head
Fix me please, I don't wanna be dead
Fix it!
(C)Black Flag Bla Bla Bla records