Return of The Cocaine Bros!

 

Luckily, the posting
type stuff is Bruni's gig



Let’s talk about some of the external things I’m doing. I think I’ve talked enough about the internal for a while, suffice it say I’m close to catching all of the assholes in the Superego, figuring out who they are and what they do and how they fuck with me so I can dissolve them. I get to feeling like Dark Helmet, only the assholes are all in my head. Lucky me and everyone who loves me that I can control the urge to project what those little shitheels think on my friends. 

I try not to do in instances of dating, but, well…eh. Those sorts of emotions are a lot more complicated in a bipolar man. I think I know what happened with the last sort of date I had. It’s cool. It was my bad, I have a real issue with multi-tasking at the wrong times, and I didn’t pay close attention to what was going on. This was shitty because the conversation was a big deal. And no, I wasn’t stoned, I was thinking about the next anthology I’m editing, the one that has just come out, the music I’m making, and, of course, the newly reborn Cocaine Bros!. None of this is an excuse. I am a jerk, and I am jerk du jour. We’ll leave it there for now.

(I was going to call myself an asshole, but I really wasn’t an asshole. I was a basket case and a jerk. See? I’m a good guy. I can admit when I’m lacking. I can also do this. Edit--10/10 was an asshole. Only saving grace is that I was the stupid kind instead of the evil kind.)

He's right, you know...


The cunt that is Rob Tannahill has a whole bunch going on. Today, John Bruni dropped the first Tumblr promo for the return of The Cocaine Bros. We will be expanding beyond Tumblr. I guess this means I need to get it. I had it ages ago, back in the days when I breathed opioid dust and amphetamines. Y’all can, if inclined (and you should be, dammit…I’d do it for you) go through the other issues. You’ll see a disorganized mess of bizarre, trashy art and words—if I do say so myself, and although they really have no plot or story, that’s kind of how this started. That’s not what it’s going to be this time.

This time. We. Are doing what Serj Tankian said we ought to do a long time ago—WAR! FUCK THE SYSTEM FUCK THE SYSTEM! and we’re going to do it with satire. Really fucked up satire. You won’t see Hunter running around with dead babies this time, but you may see him do some ungodly things to Elon Musk. Unless the aliens get to him first. Also, Bruni and I have Jesse the Mutant Panda for you to meet, a Panda who got into an illegal concoction of genetically altering pills called LESNAR’S (these will also be coming back), we have a mingling of Trump with Nyarlathotep (after a fashion), we have…well we have a lot. We also have Danny, who is in prison for something Hunter did. The cops know Hunter did it, of course, but they like Danny better. A lot better. No one is safe. We are satirizing fucking everything. And Tumblr isn’t where we’re stopping. I said before, at least I think I said it here, if I could have gotten out of my fucking smorgasbord of pills washed down with whole handles of whiskey addiction back then and focused on this, y’all might be watching Hunter and Tucker on Adult Swim.

And I would certainly be dead of a heroin overdose. Guaranteed.

I think things went in my life the way they needed to go.

I don’t want this to run too long, everyone’s getting ready for Xmas, I’m ready for it, sister and niece are coming and that will be nice.

That’s what’s going on with art!

I got The Beauty in Darkness to begin edits on today too. Whoohoo!

I need to get back to Polarity, but I’m going to fly through it when I do. All the really hard fix stuff is done, and holy fuck…just holy fuck. There’s a reason I say I do Arts and Holy Fucks. Look at my art and you’ll say holy fuck. Read me, it’s the same.

And when the music begins…oh so soon…

Guess what you’ll say?

Rob turn that goddamn screamy fucking rap shit off

No. Muahaha. Merry Xmas, y’all.

Speaking of which, if you wrote in Last Christmas—you rock. Thank you so much, let’s please do it again. I’ll be writing about that probably next…on actual Fuckmass.






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