Questionnaire

Name: Hakim HaHa!

Party Affiliation: A Shout of Secession

Who Links To You?: They all do. All the time.


1. Who are you?

The pet baboons I normally keep bound in my wristwatch have escaped, and dry-walled the interiors of my mind so that I no longer remember.

2. At what age were you born?

We often have to choose between wearing yellow fangs or painting our cocks red. Always remember that.

3. Describe what the future sounds like bleeding out of a speaker.

Like a thousand planks of wood setting sail for the land of schizoprenia.

4. Which month has all the days crossed off on a calendar you will never see?

Rimbaud once let me slurp gunpowder from his tongue during the course of a lovely evening chasing camels in the desert. Does that count, or am I dreaming?

5. The virgin mary’s favorite television show is: in a particle vacuum.

6. If Jesus Christ came back today the first thing he would do would is: salivate at the thought of all those juicy cocks sliding over his cum-stained beard.

7. Two of the conditions surrounding the inception of god were: roasted frisbee brains and a dry viral slab.

8. The blood of others will be: spilled. Always spilled.

9. The most violent shape is: a jabbering dream.

10. The most beautiful sound is: my purple clitoris singing in the shower.

11. To choose the right verb you must: shop around for the choicest cuts of meat.

12. What sort of hope do you place in love?

My breath is green and about to go nova.

13. How do you picture the passage from the idea of love to the reality of loving?

Marajuana smoking chunks of concrete all around me, then plastering posters of a spread-eagled pony-tail all over the city.

14. Would you, willingly or unwillingly, sacrifice your freedom for love? Have you ever done so?

The bodies buried in my garden are now loudly sipping tea.


15. Do you believe in the victory of love’s glory over the sordidness of life, or in the victory of sordidness over love’s glory?

Eyes will always be born to bleed. There is simply nothing I can do about that.

16. Addition or subtraction?

When a gang of roving boom-boxes figures out how to splice the horror of last night's frenzied ritual into a form of kindness, it will prove to be a benediction for us all.

17. The opposite of art is: mystical socialism for the masses beneath your clotted eyelids.

18. Surrealism is: the speed of an LSD-drenched asteroid multiplied by the clenched knees of hysterical women.

19. Rebellion is: on sale right now. Hurry!

20. Freedom is: the peeled laughterr coming from that dumpster over there.

21. Your personal manifesto in one sentence: never smoke your own genitals, whether they are clean or dirty. Always smoke someone else's. It's just better.

22. Where can people find you?

Burrowing around in their pockets.


23. The precise formula for dignity is: lounging on the grass until noon, whereupon it will rise up and suddenly attach itself to your forehead when you least expect it.

24.(Association) Woman: the proper cough syrup wants to live.

25. Pages yellow, skin _______________

a saxophone oasis.

26. Your hymn to the night, please: Baby, please don't go, I honestly didn't mean to put it there!

27. The great victim is: eternal lust for an outgrown paradigm.

28. The great evil is: a melancholic truss-rod stuck between your teeth.

29. Who killed JFK?

I'm not sure, but I've always suspected that guy who played bass on Celtic Frost's first three albums.




Thanks Surrealist Gesture!