I'm on the radio (again).

So by now everyone knows that I work for an evil soulless corporation that pretends to be different by shrouding their conventions with cool buzz words, half-naked women, and "progressive" labor tactics (which in actuality are clever press ploys). So besides that, they also own an online radio station that broadcasts shows of its employees and invites any employee to submit a playlist to have their 15 seconds of obscure jizz-soaked fame. Naturally, I am going to participate. I've lived up to my high school title of "most likely to sell-out" and sold out completely by submitting a playlist to this "cool" radio station. In actuality some of the shows are good and it's fun to see people's varying music tastes who work throughout the company. It's stupid, it's fucking idiotic, but I feel kinda cool seeing a playlist I made up and readily available for your listening pleasure.

If anyone wants to listen go here.

Go to members only and select EUGENICS from Chris Moreno. I got some good shit up. I swear, it doesn't suck. Later skaterz.

- C.ockFuckin.Monkey

Scumbag Casanova

Monday, September 15, 2008

My Friends: Frank

So I don't really get to personal on this blog and I haven't blogged in a while. So I figured instead of telling you about myself, I'd tell you about my friends, which will probably tell you a little more about myself. The catch is, I will never describe them with my own words, because I don't think it would do them justice. In addition to that, I might say something and get them mad. So instead, I'll just post the lyrics to a song that I think IS THEM. It doesn't remind me of them, IT IS THEM. I will start with my roommate Frank. We live together and well, we are also life partners. Some day soon that law will pass. This is a Tom Waits song. This song IS FRANK. Frank is almost Tom Waits.

Goin Out West
Tom Waits

Well I'm goin' out west
Where the wind blows tall
'Cause Tony Franciosa
Used to date my ma
They got some money out there
They're giving it away
I'm gonna do what I want
Do what I want
And I'm gonna get paid

Little brown sausages
Lying in the sand
I ain't no extra baby
I'm a leading man
Well my parole officer
WIll be proud of me
With my Olds 88
And the devil on a leash
My Olds 88
And the devil on a leash

Well I kno karate, Voodoo too
I'm gonna make myself available to you
I don't need no make up
I got real scars
I got hair on my chest
I look good without a shirt

Well I don't lose my composure
In a high speed chase
Well my friends think I'm ugly
I got a masculine face
I got some dragstrip courage
I can really drive a bed
I'm gonna change my name
To Hannibal or maybe
Just Rex
Change my name to Hannibal
Or maybe just Rex

I'm gonna drive all night
Take some speed
I'm gonna wait for the sun
To shine down on me
I cut a hole in my roof
In the shape of a heart

And I'm goin' out west
Where they'll appreciate me
Goin' out west
Goin' out west

oh yeah...here's the video


- C. Frank Moreno