Blang

So I finally decided I would buy a proper ring for a woman.  Yeah I did.  That’s like Satan saying he was gonna donate to charity and be the deacon of church right?  Fuck you.  Maybe I went soft soap for this volume…or maybe someone melted my heart like they had a blow torch and it’s a candy apple….I don’t know.

Maybe its just time to grow the fuck up.  I mean the people slandered Eminem for his lyrics and about how that hatecore was some bullshit and so juvenile right?  Then what the fuck is fratire, satire, this….shit….I do here?  What the fuck is any review on youtube with the f word?  What the fuck is stand up fucking comedy?  Yeah.

But hey maybe I should just do that.  I should fade away and let you guys have it.  I mean surely someone can take my place….fill my shoes…feel this shit like I have for these years?  Takers?  No?  Ah ok then. Maybe I should pull a peter pan now that the Jacko threat is gone…maybe I shouldn’t grow up. I should come here and throw up on the page weekly like a fucking mess of wires and oil that chokes small animals like a sentient quicksand with one of those evil hands from Zelda.

But I aint takin you back to the start….Im takin you out to the panel van with a chainsaw and a bottle of salt.  Then maybe some iodine and Clorox.  Yeah then we wash it all down with some Drano.

So slide back that hypodermic I need a shot of something….pep me up…put me down.