All this thing does is spam the shit out of me, and I want to fucking delete it.
Saturday, May 25, 2013
Saturday, April 6, 2013
Crusty Dried Poop Stains To Remember Me By
Another day for this dried up crusty little asshole ready to be penetrated with the familiar 10 seconds of ejaculate reflex joy. How is it that our young become as empty and old as the old Grand Canyon's of rotted rocky landscape poo we all wish to fly passed? We all started out so zestful ready to break the molds only to discover that the unwrapping of the Christmas present, and clean up of mess was the only real joy.
So let's get back into the swim of things that repeat the same. Don't use profanity, or old buzz words because we're all matured now. Spend your every moment hunting down super colossal interesting vocabulary to entertain delusion, and repeat relentlessly with every back stroke and vigorous back & forth stimulation. Born of night & day our Earth soul's duality is just as relentless. Use short sentences, because if it's too long they'll find a mental disorder you can be filed under. Awesomely fucked up paranoid schizos with autism have selectively decided profanity is a sign of torturous hate, and immaturity so let's please them so that we can laugh at them for the entertainment value that provides us moisturizing fertilization for our dried up crusty little canyon of cracked anal egos.
Alas the strokes are over, and change hardly noticeable. Time to dry up, offer each other a pillow to climb into our coffins to fade from dust to dust into oblivion where nothing has meaning or purpose but to each of our own emptied delusions. Our life's cinematic cheesy blockbuster three part story ends with a climatic ejaculated dust cloud that smells of old spice, and rotted farts.
So let's get back into the swim of things that repeat the same. Don't use profanity, or old buzz words because we're all matured now. Spend your every moment hunting down super colossal interesting vocabulary to entertain delusion, and repeat relentlessly with every back stroke and vigorous back & forth stimulation. Born of night & day our Earth soul's duality is just as relentless. Use short sentences, because if it's too long they'll find a mental disorder you can be filed under. Awesomely fucked up paranoid schizos with autism have selectively decided profanity is a sign of torturous hate, and immaturity so let's please them so that we can laugh at them for the entertainment value that provides us moisturizing fertilization for our dried up crusty little canyon of cracked anal egos.
Alas the strokes are over, and change hardly noticeable. Time to dry up, offer each other a pillow to climb into our coffins to fade from dust to dust into oblivion where nothing has meaning or purpose but to each of our own emptied delusions. Our life's cinematic cheesy blockbuster three part story ends with a climatic ejaculated dust cloud that smells of old spice, and rotted farts.
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
Tired Of Being A Lonely Voice
On second thought, nah.....NEVER again...yes, never
Lots of women hate a man being needy (you're no different), and after several cold shoulders the man learns not to invest any comfort in women's emotions until she becomes VERY needy - crying, wondering why men don't seek comfort from her.
Then finally the man gives into her, but she acts as though his emotions are non-existent/unimportant or again too needy by which the process repeats over & over...until...NEVER again
Lots of women hate a man being needy (you're no different), and after several cold shoulders the man learns not to invest any comfort in women's emotions until she becomes VERY needy - crying, wondering why men don't seek comfort from her.
Then finally the man gives into her, but she acts as though his emotions are non-existent/unimportant or again too needy by which the process repeats over & over...until...NEVER again
Saturday, December 8, 2012
This blog is...
and has been close to death.
I'm simply not interested in blogging in this form anymore.
Like all good creative types, when society becomes so polarized that speaking one's thoughts is reason to hang that person at dawn I must find other ways to fulfill my creative vernacular of expression.
I wanted a place to showcase my creativity, and I happen to be more of a visual animal.
I'll be back......but don't hold your breathe
I'm simply not interested in blogging in this form anymore.
Like all good creative types, when society becomes so polarized that speaking one's thoughts is reason to hang that person at dawn I must find other ways to fulfill my creative vernacular of expression.
I wanted a place to showcase my creativity, and I happen to be more of a visual animal.
I'll be back......but don't hold your breathe
Sunday, August 19, 2012
Sinkhole
I know what you're thinking: “You're making this stuff up aren't you?” No, I'm not.
If you hear on the news of a big explosion in south Louisiana, chances are I'm already dead.
People from other parts of the country laugh and say things like:“Why don't they just leave?”
Simply put, this is our home. Not all of the people can afford to do so, and even if they could where would they go? Do you just drop everything you've ever known? Ask the antelope why they choose to live near predators stalking them as food. It is their habitat, their home.
With the 2012 doomsday bullshit circulating the web, I've thought a lot about life and death these passed few years. I've felt like a failure in so many ways. There comes a point at which you feel overwhelmed by failure, and feeling alone. I've always loved making people laugh, and my biggest regret has been not being able to do that on a wide scale as I wanted to. I've always wanted people to feel the energy of breaking new ground and inspired to be curious about those mysteries yet to be discovered.
Imagine us all being duplicate numbers, 5 of us at a time. The first 4 numbers are exact copies moving forward, but the 5th is different. At close up view that 5th looks abnormal, out of place, but the farther away you stand back you realize that that 5th number is part of a much bigger mass of reality duplicate 5th's and is the beginning code for change.
If you hear on the news of a big explosion in south Louisiana, chances are I'm already dead.
People from other parts of the country laugh and say things like:“Why don't they just leave?”
Simply put, this is our home. Not all of the people can afford to do so, and even if they could where would they go? Do you just drop everything you've ever known? Ask the antelope why they choose to live near predators stalking them as food. It is their habitat, their home.
With the 2012 doomsday bullshit circulating the web, I've thought a lot about life and death these passed few years. I've felt like a failure in so many ways. There comes a point at which you feel overwhelmed by failure, and feeling alone. I've always loved making people laugh, and my biggest regret has been not being able to do that on a wide scale as I wanted to. I've always wanted people to feel the energy of breaking new ground and inspired to be curious about those mysteries yet to be discovered.
Imagine us all being duplicate numbers, 5 of us at a time. The first 4 numbers are exact copies moving forward, but the 5th is different. At close up view that 5th looks abnormal, out of place, but the farther away you stand back you realize that that 5th number is part of a much bigger mass of reality duplicate 5th's and is the beginning code for change.
Saturday, July 7, 2012
You love your kids? Awesome, I'm happy for you and I'm doing fine without any of my own
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Why am I a lone? If You have kids, and I'm happy for you, I really am. I DO NOT WANT KIDS!!! I don't want a woman that wants kids. I don't want to entertain kids, or censor myself for kids. I don't want to run over your kid pulling in or out of the driveway. I don't want kids touching my stuff. I don't want kids littering my space. I don't want to rearrange my thinking to be kid proof, in a country obsessed with kids whose poor undeveloped brains might become warped thinking as I do. I don't want kids..... Perhaps the desert is my only sanctuary from the goddammed kids parents throw in my face like acid confetti, DEMANDING respect. I DO NOT WANT KIDS...
To be quite honest, I should have moved out of Louisiana decades ago, but now I'm getting old and feeling it. I look around, and most everything is watered down safe for family consumption. Art, entertainment everything is made childproof. As someone not interested in having kids, I feel trapped by a culture that is mostly interested in making the world child friendly, and dumbed down.
If you love your kids, and feel proud of that, good for you. I am truly happy for you. However I've worked very hard to remain without and I'd prefer to keep it that way. It is illegal for me to do many things in public that your kids get away with every day. Parents have a very difficult job, indeed. Now go kneel in the corner like good parent, and deal with it.
To be quite honest, I should have moved out of Louisiana decades ago, but now I'm getting old and feeling it. I look around, and most everything is watered down safe for family consumption. Art, entertainment everything is made childproof. As someone not interested in having kids, I feel trapped by a culture that is mostly interested in making the world child friendly, and dumbed down.
If you love your kids, and feel proud of that, good for you. I am truly happy for you. However I've worked very hard to remain without and I'd prefer to keep it that way. It is illegal for me to do many things in public that your kids get away with every day. Parents have a very difficult job, indeed. Now go kneel in the corner like good parent, and deal with it.
Saturday, May 26, 2012
The Costs of Capitalism's Crisis: Who Will Pay?
It's an hour long, but you get it all in the first 15 to 30 minutes. It is the most sane rational explanation of our economy, and yet I haven't heard anyone give this detailed an explanation.
It is on no TV, newspaper, news website, NO WHERE. Yet everything he says makes more sense than any debate anywhere. I posted this on my facebook over 3 months ago, and no one responded. In my opinion you simply cannot have a realistic intelligent conversation about the American economy if this is not the starting point from which to base your thoughts.
It should be mandatory viewing for all Americans, but it is no where. He not only points out the problems but provides solutions that are the most sane, most realistic solutions to an economic system that is failing severely.
It is on no TV, newspaper, news website, NO WHERE. Yet everything he says makes more sense than any debate anywhere. I posted this on my facebook over 3 months ago, and no one responded. In my opinion you simply cannot have a realistic intelligent conversation about the American economy if this is not the starting point from which to base your thoughts.
It should be mandatory viewing for all Americans, but it is no where. He not only points out the problems but provides solutions that are the most sane, most realistic solutions to an economic system that is failing severely.
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