SO I took another stroll down memory lane....on face book. Well I was kind of browsing shit and faces. I came to a conclusion there.....I really did fucking hate a lot off people, people that look successful/happy now.
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Right now I'm listening to the newest black sabbath album....its like fifteen years old now of course, but at this moment its new. YouTube ftw there since I can try before I buy...or steal feel kill whatever you kids call it these days. Now you probably want my opinion on it? I mean if your here some old guys trying to dress up and be evil again is probably of great concern to you so....I will help you out.
You ever just sit down and say fuck it I'm fed up. With everything? But your not suicidal...your doing OK, you just hate most things in life since you fucked up....bodies broke down like a super car you let sit in the rain for thirteen years, the woman's only there since you cant afford a real doll, in laws live with you since your stability being at best on the line everyday due to above mentions......is a thousand times above where they are. So that's my complaint for the day. This is the day to vent....admit....just wax on wax off...fuck it...
Maybe by now you know I play the guitar...work a lot, bitch about everything, light fires in California forest and spray aerosol cans in front of mesophiloma clinics. Or, maybe you dont know and I have been wasting my time telling you about my daring do and the many adventures in cartoon land I have had over these years (months) doing this site.
By now surely I have been forced to rewrite about half the refuse I refuse to flush over here. I have paid the fee for this site about thirty nine times, changed keyboard six and had one orgasm not contributed to illicit drug use in the frame of time i took you to read the last four syllables here.
You want to be saved? Maybe go to church? I mean shit its Thursday right? No? Probably Sunday? Maybe its the Armenian genocide all over again? Move over Obama when I am president I will recognize this. Yeah I will fuck you Serj and Tom.
I put my book down today. Yeah not the one that guy wrote, the one I was writing. I put it down like old yeller too, cause the motherfucker wouldn't shut up and Sam I am not. No seriously. I was enjoying writing that piece about pieces and feces, I could sit down with a cold beer and some memories and come away with ten thousand words and wet pants.
So I know I may have been kind of off kilter here....like some kind of Helter Skeletor broke down beast man...not the one from those videos you found in your uncles basement....the orange one from the cartoons.
When I come down to the wire I'm like a fireball from Ryu. Its women and children first. Yeah that's right I take back all the good things I said about king Kong and the Beastie Boys. So fuck mike d....or was he the one that died? I dont even remember, I mean I help free Tibet every time I go to the public rest room.
i think some of my hobbies may be dying like the honey bees or at least becoming lords of the flies. Lost and without reason I think my hobbies may be killing one another for the simple fact that they serve no purpose. I do like my time here...even when I do suffer the block like a clogged up sink with seventeen years of used diaphragms and a dirty diaper shoved in it. Its the other hobbies I need to reaffirm...or confirm DOA.
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