Friday, September 10, 2004

death

i have a monster chest cold.
i think i may die.

i will miss you. and you.
and
you.

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Friday, August 06, 2004

doctor doctor. fuck you.

20040805_185920_0012_resize I had an unexpected visit to the doctor's today. like we ever really expect the spanish.. er.. doctor. Normally i keep my failing health (Aside from bum rashes, carpals, std's, abortions and anything else) to myself.

but this time, this time i came home with less parts than i went in.
and you shut up jude and naughty nurse.
and anyone else who knows what part got left behind.

i want to tell them a story which i will create over the weekend and we can't have you folks muckin it up by commenting what part is no longer a member of the ruzz nation.

it won't do.

so, sit tight folks. i took a bunch of pictures of my day and i'm going to make you folks a nice little flash picture story.

because i like stories. you like stories. and someone has to learn flash sometime.

sit tight.

Posted by ruzz on August 6, 2004 at 03:23 AM in ruthie asked, am i going to get broken? | Permalink | Comments (3) | TrackBack

Monday, August 02, 2004

Note to Nate

nateThis is a note to nate from Six Feet Under:

Dood,

when you start taking instructions from your dead wife on your love life it's time to get help. I should've mentioned this when it began, but you know how it is, sometimes the dead have interesting shit to say and well, i kinda liked what she was saying. But, it's become increasingly clear that your dead fictional wife is giving you bad dead fictional advice and you need to draw the line somewhere man.

it aint cool.

That dead bitch is sitting there fuckin with your mellon man. She's pissed she be dead and you aint. Kick her corpse to the curb.

with love,
ruzz.

ps. I know she's your sister and all, but y0 claire is in the other room getting it on with mena suvari, and everyone knows i dont like lesbians, or mena, but shit. Someone needs to go tape that. We can sell it on the web and get stinkin rich. well, i mean, you can get stinkier and richer, I will just get stinky and rich.

pps. thinkaboutit.

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Friday, July 30, 2004

death.

stephen, in a comment way back down there around the bottom of the page, says: "I don't believe in death, only change. I think our culture makes the death of our bodies scary and weird, where it is inevitable and commonplace."

and that's well and good, but its a negative. Negatives don't actually say anything. I want Stephen to say something and you do too.

Stephen You don't believe in death, only change, what's that mean?

and later you said, "And it creates an enormaous and mysterious rift between the living and those who have passed on."

by my figuring when you're dead you're dead. Nada. end o story. You may still fart but nothing is left. So, to me, there should be a rift between the living and the dead. Cuz, the two couldn't be farther apart (lest they were bush and the truth).

Now, i know my friend stephen is a god fearing man who see's things differently and that's why i'm here asking?

what sort of rift do you think there ought to be?

Now, before anyone thinks i'm shitting on stephen, i'm not. I dig stephen and i want to know more about what he thinks, so i'm calling him out, putting the big lens on and seeing what we can learn.

Or what i can learn, you buggers learn your own shit. No one is paying me to teach you anything.

See, i've always thought that death was final for a reason. I think, if we die for real at the end, then every moment we're alive becomes valuable ten fold. If we live on infinitely what difference does a year make, let alone a moment. It seems to me, that the only one that benefited from people absconding their lives for a dream of an after life were the rich and the church who were forcing people to live in intolerable ways.

but, i'm a kook like that.

Stephen, step up to the mic.

MC stephen is in da house.. woot woot.

Posted by ruzz on July 30, 2004 at 01:29 PM in ruthie asked, am i going to get broken? | Permalink | Comments (1) | TrackBack