santarchy ever dumbening 150 santas (i was santa of nazareth) roaming the marina laughing at the black leather dot.bombers rubbing nose grease on sheeshee restaurant windows dancing in misplaced l.a. bars shit. bedtime. 9ers game tomorrow. i hate the 9ers. merry fuckin chrity-mass. it's not quite the underground, but it's dark enough for me. in attendance: old st prick, sandy claws, simple claus, dangling clause, dependent clause, santa spice, the grim santa, georgette dubya chanuka bush, o santa bin laden, and a few dozen more. sometimes i love this piece of shit place. 011216 what's it to you? who go blather from