Ok, so the WIERD 'heard' the expression "What happens on the internet stays on the internet" 5 times this week - 3 emails and 2 live human utterances, (VR) - once even from my flirty-fresh UPS male-lady who ordered a CD off the website (yeah that was Wierd for sure, she delivered IT "to herself" and you thought trannies had to dress up right...go priority figure). IT is here to stay apparently - your bitchy little self that babbles all that shit out through yr fingers all day - huh?, never mind her...never met her whateves not my problem. So that being bled, two inches to the left here, IT hurts, and the precious bodily fluids are slowly leakin out into the big other at last, we're all officially multiple - dress to compress, here's a link enjoy the mess. Apart from the obvious fact the shady dealers and glittery pimps in Vegas are shakin and freekin to feel their (your behavior's forever in parentheses in our hood) status is about to be officially one upped and sales soon-to-be down, the WIERD received an invitation to a lovely little biological suicide of our own this week. thought I'd let you guys know that WIERD has been offered to move the party to a (huge) new venue on Second Life, (VR). Perhaps my incessant words on the unknowability of the IT for years are thus under attack here as well...but suppose I'll leave it up to you kiddies, you keep showin up week after week to pay yr grimy little $5 and keep the WIERD World and all the fantastically filthy, far below the gaydar killer bands flowin through the club week after week, and we'll keep the WIERD alive and clicking...but ITs in thee black of my mind and in those deviantly naughty latenight moments of a daze, you can't help but wonder...ITs kinda haht. Ya know what they say once ya go abstract there's no comin back mmm hmm... Who wants to DJ? - Glenn, Frankie, Veryrarealyn darling, had enough of all this VReality nonsense yet??? VR.