glasshouseriots
Age: 70 years old
Location: chicago, IL
Status: Married
Gender: Male
Hometown: chicago

Messenger: kilhannah

01.05.09 Last Login

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bambi Says...
Dec 28 '08 | 7:21 AM

So sorry that I didn't get to see you at New Heart.Looking forward to it for so long and son went missing.:( Hope you like your gifts.
a.mariε Says...
Dec 26 '08 | 6:22 PM

I mailed your presents to you in a printer box(its all I had), so dont think its a printer :)
BlackRoseDying Says...
Dec 24 '08 | 1:40 PM

how cum u never answered my q? why do you like Jay Zee? happy xmas!!! i want subway!!
5 $ foot long!!1
Crystina Says...
Dec 24 '08 | 11:24 AM

wishin you a very happy christmas and a merry new year!!! love ya! ;D
-XO Christina
elizacuts Says...
Dec 22 '08 | 10:42 PM

ummm going from NIN to T.I. kind of made my life complete... just sayin.
xLastNightHere Says...
Dec 22 '08 | 3:22 PM

hey i know it's a little late,
but congrats for winning number 2 hero in kerrang, you deserve it. i thought number 1 hero would of had your name written all over it. but number 2, is something to be proud of! first the worst second the best, the rhyme goes. lovess xxx
Blog
polar plunge 2008. my eminent heart attack.
Mar 02 '08 | 3:02pm

other things i like
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cubs
Jun 29 '07 | 2:29pm

wanna know something?
Jul 13 '05 | 6:09pm

Love & Hate
Loves / Hates

I am: THIEF

Hero: stephen tennant, howard hughes, nikola tesla, john d rockefeller, doc holiday, robert smith,

Artists: warhol

Designers: marc jacobs, nice collective, helmut lang, band of outsiders, cheap monday, CHICAGO SUICIDE CLUB

Authors: poe, wilde, fitzgerald. rand,

Books: the immortalist manifesto

Bands: slowdive, ride, siouxsie, depeche, cure, catherine wheel, deadsy, jay Z, the cult, the smiths, cocteau twins, NIN,

Actors: walkin, hopper, sandler, stiller, vince v. , will f, depp,

Things: http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/asia-pacific/7187497.stm




as the elevator decends, i pop a time-released 15mg Adderall and a yellow vicodin. reaching the lobby i straighten my new RL tie and rush through the revolving door. outside, the temperature is a perfect 74 degrees and there's a light breeze--the first day of a beautiful collegiate fall - i hail a cab. he speaks english. it's glorious.

first thing after i arrive at the restaurant, i scope the bathroom-- big stalls, marble everwhere, plated gold faucets, high ceilings and a massive bouquet of exotic flowers that are real and fresh- a fitting place for a gentleman looking for a bump between courses- i tip the blind old man a $5 for a stick of juicy fruit which i will never eat--ends up in the washing machine 2 weeks later.

back at the table we are going to start with a dirty grey goose martini- it's been expertly mixed by a strong, hairy-armed bartender. this guy has been here since the great depression, when servers actually took pride in their work. -so just like in my dreams it's perfect ; thousands of tiny shards of ice delicately dancing on the surface -3 stuffed olives lean against the rim- just right.

warm seasoned bread and sea salted butter arrive and shortly after, a selection of dozen flawless clean raw oysters (among them, imperial eagle, otter cove, sisters point, hamma hamma, westcott bay, deep bay, kujimoto)--
after that, an iceburg wedge with blu cheese for me, and the warmed goat cheese and pear salad for her- i just now notice how incredible she looks.

for the main coarse, something gamey -roasted duck with apricot glaze or slow roasted bison short ribs- paired perfectly with a bottle of 2002 Mt Veeder cabernet-- a big upfront full bodied red served in massive crystal glasses. she gets some light delicate fish-

i know that in fifteen min i'll order whatever they recommend for dessert-- just make sure it comes with a glass of 20yr tawny port (taylor), their finest muscato by the glass and a double espresso-- i know that ill end up taking the stuff we didn't eat home in a bag which i will leave accidentally with the first valet dude of whatever nightclub we go to --but that's in 45 min.

at this point by head is in the clouds but i am starting to drift to a dark place. i'm completely depressed knowing that this experience is almost over, and the anticipation was the greatest part-- that all i have now is the memory-- i start thinking about mortality, doom, and how much i've aged.. and how fleeting and meaningless everything is and how the 'present' doesnt even exist. -how we are in a constant state of writing and rewriting inaccurate recollections of things that are irrelevent anyway-- how even IF by some miracle i achieve greatness, that all i'll get is a few books written about me, and then ulitmately all the kids who read those books will grow up and die anyway, so whats the point? i think about the illusion of immortality, how scared i am of dying, how much i hate kids, and how boring my friends are. how long have i been staring at the candle? 2 seconds or 30 minutes? then she leans in and the scent of vanilla lip gloss against my cheek wakes me up like smelling salts and in a bolt of lightning everything is back to being perfect again.

Suicide Note: "Mr. Heath Ledger died as the result of acute intoxication by the combined effects of oxycodone, hydrocodone, diazepam, temazepam, alprazolam, and doxylamine," the office said in a short statement.



It makes no difference if you're rich or poor or if you're smart or dumb

A woman's place in this old world is under some man's thumb

And if you're born a woman you're born to be hurt

You're born to be stepped on lied to cheated on and treated like dirt

Oh if you're born a woman you're born to be hurt





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