skipping over the hanging out with cannibal corpse part and getting to the real good stuff, last night i went to nyc to go to dave brokie's (oderus orungus, lead singer of gwar's) "art" opening, entitled 'various crap,' which also included a retarded performance by dave and one of the gwar slaves. dave dressed as chippy, the chippopotamus, a one of a kind mutant furball, with primitive vocal cords, who is able to sing better than he can speak, who treated us to a few shitty songs, set to bad keyboards, before shitting and pissing all over a little cardboard stature of the wtc. classy. then he came out dressed in a super-diaper (composed of several regular diapers strung together like a very special loincloth) and was locked in a coffin-like "isolation chamber" where he promised to live out the length of the exhibition off of 'only what he could order by cell phone.' we fed him breadsticks and gum and cigarettes through a little hole in one side, while the gwar slave hit loudly on his girlfriend. and there was this chick there who was like a big scary living anime character. was that you preppy?
\m/ rawk \m/
\m/ rawk \m/
