Catfish's Crap

bodies may be made of fire, but souls are made of ice

-the Cure


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Take a trip to Saki's World! Excellent! Party on!

Little-known Joe Provo Fact Number 6000:
He is angry at humanity for not living up to its potential.

"A construct made of cloned human tissue, augments, anxiety, depression, and unforcused rage, a killing machine for whichever humans rented me, until I made a mistake and got my brain destroyed."

Go check out Saki's World!

Want more spew? Here's a list of my latest video games.

And as a parting shot, a sample from the Weekly World Spew's concert, club and music classifieds:

Weekly World Spew
Concert, Club and Music Classifieds
United for the first time on stage, "Tenacious I"
 with
Shot Concierges
Beelzebub's Raisin
 and Bila Texania

Whaley Lads
 headlinin' in an all-star gig with
 the masters of techno:
The Nose Harp Fucknut

The Yo Yo Ma Project
 fulfilling their contractual agreement with
 the masters of trip-hop:
DJ Hip Hurricane and the Stupid Mister

Sound Person, looking for gigs.
Experienced in big band, opera,
and swing.  I like thrash, especially
Teed Red Nooners.
Call Reginald at  (138) 555-6677.

Cheers,
joe