You ever think about something and say to yourself....or not in most cases....fuck it why not? Who will care/know/remember?
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Ok. So this isnt much of a statement as much so as it to ask if you remember Justine Bateman...and was she hot? Or did she have like a lazy eye? Saggy tits, you know the great pretender ones that look perky and pointy like Madonna but then they fall down and hit you harder than a George Foreman heart attack?
I would like to dedicate this space.....a MySpace if you will...sue me bitches. To those I have left behind. Oh and in doing so that no longer exist in this world of mine or to any degree abjectly influence the world or this universe since I being the wisest man today.....don't give a fuck about the how what when or the were or even the wear for these no doubt cross dressing mimes in grandmas underwear.
What happened here in America.....Its not a fucking question. Its a statement. We started this motherfucking gangster shit and this is the motherfucking thanks we get? You see that European union shit? I don't know anything about really except it sound's a lot like this thing I call America. And you know what I don't care how shitty the government is supposed to be and how bad it is here supposedly Ima live and die here since its what I do. And I don't have to be a patriot to say it.
You know how folks always talk about or told you not to burn bridges? You notice how for those that conformed and were sheepish and helpless in their real formative youth ie; high school they turn into arsonist and burn it all down? Kind of like I have been known to do for no better reason than I suppose I am insane....or I just give maybe an iota of a fuck...for right now...but not later.
You ever hear or read that title that says....seeking like minded......yeah whatever. Well I wonder who would be my like minded partner in something creative? I mean hitler's dead...and so is Ted Bundy....so shit what am I going to do? Go get some lightning and shock btk back to life? Now your over here depressing me....and I dont have any music on...and its almost time to bed....but isnt that why when where and how I write?
Here we are again saving trees like a guy thats dying from a mental disease....or at least has a drinking problem. Maybe lives in a camper trailer and is mad cause he makes seventy five thousand a year and has thirteen kids so his check is three dollars and fifty six cents a week, and thats before taxes.
Lets get down to it and just admit society is fucked. Of late I see why I hate just about everything ever....yet I for some reason try to act a little nicer and like some of it...maybe age does bring wisdom?
How about we get this off to the right start on a right foot or hoof if your from the deep south. Deeper than where I am of course...though sometimes I wonder. I'm here for some more improve and doltish bullshit since my deadlines looming on this and I'm off work...yet I have nothing.
Moar metal...Yeah I know I talk about this a lot...or have....something...anything but what better do you have to say? Hmm? You gonna call me out right here and now pilgrim? I don't think so. Also this is the first blog written on my "new" keyboard....yeah the old one was losing its touch sadly...I'm going to let it go into semi retirement....and if anything happens to this one I will call it back like Rambo on a killing spree at a gas station when they don't sell him the last six pack of Busch cause he forgot his id.
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