How many notches I gotta carve out to show you that I'm the sole survivor? I've overcome odds by doing nothing, by bending like water with the sun beating me down under the influence of quikcrete. Then I see these people that claim to be something or more than I am or ever have been shitting where they eat everyday. I suppose that's a sign of high society though like fucking your sister though right? They make me think of a cum dumpster chew toy and bag of Cheetos. Its just so funny to see someone obsess over something or someone, intangible how do you know your not talking to a gangrene wallflower in a pair of corduroy's working off their Ablilifi debt? How do you know its not a big floppy dick on the other side of that wall of text? Or...is it that you secretly want it to be sure it's a fat cock special waiting on the other side of an IM or text message?
Was it a lull you were looking for? Was it some kind of bedtime story put together for your juvenile amusement? Oh, oh especially at my expense that's the best kind of jokes right? Yeah. I don't think so. I don't think you quite understand where this line of questioning is going....how about....I'm drunk...well drunkish tonight something you no doubt will never see cause as I affirmed many times in print and shouts I'm all dick after midnight. Such a reassuring thought for all of you I'm sure, women that is men can get shot stabbed beat maimed and none of it has anything to do with dicks like you are hoping fuckers.
I need a laptop. I have come to this realization recently since I have missed out of some real million dollar material due to the absence of one. Well that and maybe death due to trying to type while driving, I know I could get a voice program or record it....I just don't remember or get the proper feel from that. Note's you say? Napkins? No that's for snot and nut rags people, I will use paper to take notes as a thought strikes me...but I'd rather build a whole blog right then and there.
Ah back again much like herpes, I never do seem to go away. You know I was thinking of just how fucking annoying everything is in this world today...well not really. When I say thinking I mean I had a thought of my general thinking is not such at all I don't normally have coherent, big surprise, thoughts. I would say my thought process is akin to assisted living with someone shitting in the tube, since no shadow of a doubt can be cast since I been keeping it more real than the realist.
Checks your words at the door it's late again and hes back on the cocaine, well no probably more like back on the imitation cocaine since it's only for super rich people now. I mean even Charlie Sheen had to smoke rocks for fuck sake and he's pretty damned rich...though I could not tell you what ripple in the time space continuum allowed that to happen. It's kind of like Dracula accidentally biting Gilbert Godfrey....could you imagine that episode of true blood?
Its about that time again...time to go to bed to get up and do the same mindless random annoying bullshit for another week. I really do wish I were famous so I could take months off at a time to donate to...bettering myself, or what the fuck ever kind of coverup scam they run these days. Maybe I will helping some hobo's in a soup kitchen or something, when In reality I will probably be laying on my couch drinking beer watching some form of TV...reality or cartoons I'm not sure which both will rot your brains rape you then make you eat a deep fried banana with some unknown brown sprinkles on it.
Serve and Protect
How about them police...yeah the cops recently bothered me by asserting their greasy bacony fragrance while I was coming home from work....of course he said I was speeding...which I was until my radar picked up at which time I slowed down to right at the speed limit immediately. He then waits until I go by and change lanes up the road to fly up and pull me over. Then of course he makes me wait half an hour to give me a ticked and say I should get my radar detector checked...I replied it works fine, i turned it off because of noise.
You know its fucking late and a riddle me this moment when you find yourself watching some random reality tv show and you say...if I was that age and they had a camera on me....Yeah you'd probably have been like me...a fucking idiot. I mean me being well who I am I look at em and say...yeah these kids look retarded most of the time, but I have to wonder just how bad I would have been at their age, if you wonder that as well just grab a scrap book Im sure it wont be a hundred thirty seven percent welcome.
I really should try to sharpen up some of the formal skills I could use to get a job witting...maybe I could do some reviews of things? Though it wouldn't be near as much fun being limited to nicety and moral fiber...I mean if something sucks so bad it would make a guy in a coma's ass clinch...you'd like to know wouldn't you?
A New Slant
Lets burn some crosses like fingernails on the chalk board, and then lets stick some matches up our asses for good measure. Lit of course...with gasoline and hepatitis needles glued to it. Maybe make a run to the store with a skimask and Ronald McDonald shirt on. Or just talk insensible because my fucking neck hurts and its actually making writing my blog a real fucking pain in the...dick.
About the Author
Your Saint For Suicide as seen on Blood Into Blog.