Is it just me...or does a lot of this shit lately seem to be trying to be......some rythming bullshit?  The better left in the dumpster where the alphabet aborted it kind of shit?  I mean I know when I finish it's like a Mortal Kombat fatality, skull's and crossbones everywhere.  I also know this shit's spinning a web and you cant escape, like a spider with a machine gun, never fear mortality is here.  See....it rythmed...I guess that's my new illiterary phase ....it's not shotgun suicide bologna and cauliflower ear blow jobs anymore its  Chris Farley and John candy reading Shakespeare  now.

Whats with the number fifty two these days?  wait...have I told this story before? If so fuck it ...I forgot so we doing this shit again....face it originality died back in 01.  Fuck your life fuck my life...fuck something it's a healthy part of growing up.  Seriously though....barring the things I said earlier this year...how the fuck does Rob Liefeld keep getting work in comics.....dun dun dun *cuts eyes* 

Another week....still not dead yet? Alright then lets just kick things off with a little bit of....A Bos Wa redneck drinking Chardonnay you got at the gas station.  Criminal possession like Mum Ra and beast man ball gaggin merman with Nick Cage on the 8 MM.  

You ever drove down a road and though..." Man that shit is spooky as fuck, glad I aint gotta walk down that motherfucker."  Oh and it's noon on a Saturday when you come to said conclusion.  Now I being of such a high celestial esteem and impeccable reputation, would have the honor of breaking down on that same road.  At the beginning of it of course, I would also of course know someone that lives just past the end of it.  Did I mention I have done that? Did I forget it was only at fucking night?  Like three thirty in the morning....when light is not hit the world till your through with your trek through castle Dracula.....