Two for one today, like a double barrel lobotomy, so lay back on the table and let Doctor Mengele take a look at that heart...and those lungs. Maybe with a crowbar, or a spiked spoon line with some n-Butyllithium...yeah that should do just about do it. Hey don't knock it..what you dont like it? The fucks wrong with you...and I know you remember Alice tellin ya all about being a teenage Frankenstein, So throw out some thanks, or franks and hit the grill oven or butane pipe....meth compliments of cracker jack johnny and Crocodile Dundee.
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I can probably Google every dysfunction in about an hour, and learn more than ninety percent of the one percentile. All while fighting erectile difficulty and world hunger. But that is what some of these interesting articles are about, go read them yourself. I am not a review blog or site or institution outside the pretense of the Sanitarium. Twenties style, lobotomy and rubber hose included, free of charge.
You know when things are good, or semi miserable if you are me...that being like most peoples reaction to dropping like twenty nine hits of ecstasy. Yeah as I was saying before I rudely interrupted myself....when things are good you know anything can FUCK the mood. Its like having a hard on and then noticing your woman has a black tooth grin in that vertical smile. Kind of kills the ooo and ah of the situation. Welcome to a day in my life.
Ok so its late...this is a usual thing right? But a new kind of late as I have swapped from a third shift day ender to a second...so I rolled the end of day clock back about eight hours. Excitement I'm sure, like taking a well deserved shit, in the toilet or on someones face whichever you prefer....and if your a reader here I would probably vote for the later.
So lets start this one off with a bang, to everyone I work with and have to endure for the petiance called life your ego can suck my dick. Mines bigger when its inflated, and not easily satisfied. Yeah So people and their self worth gets on my fucking nerves, most of you are waste of humanity like decepticons your all in disguise. Yeah like them pictures on that there thing they call face book proclaiming freinemies and the like with a nice little picture for you to look at. Didn't Eminem mention this back in like ninety nine?
Ya know I can go online and read where people in industry, like music, film whatever, get fired or quit a band or TV show. Ok that's fine and all you say what does it matter? Well, if you'd stop being so anal....which is hard considering you probably have a hot wheels track sticking so far up your ass you burp cars, I will enlighten you. So light a match cause then is all about when or how or why the fuck...they care?
Ya you know I wanna say that I'm going to make this a nice blog....reminiscent of a classic song like He stopped loving her today. Yeah its a good song so fuck you if you don't like George Jones, that shit was intense. Now if I wrote it you know it would go he stopped fucking her today....and why? Cause he got a new bitch of course, not he turned gay today...that would probably be a muck sticky track, because hes so full of wishful thinking. Oh yeah and this is round two...volume two or whatever you want to call this blunt force trauma...
So here we are....again. How the fuck do we keep coming here? And why? Is it that you like post mortem rape and torture? Or is it that you come to see me talk about things I have no idea about and piss people like El Santo off?
Yeah I said it El Santo, tiauana mamma or whatever your donkey lover name is. I saw one of your blogs? Reviews? Shit spewing diareahh infestations of pandemic swine flu or whatever passes in your circle jerk for written wit. This guy digresses, in a cunning and covert way never mentioning it of course, more than I do if that is even possible. He also wants to be a fucking luchadore, but I think he's mixed up cause he thought it was dog butthole more or some other such beastiality incognito term. Ya ever think about those starving genius types....going hungry because they don't have enough brain power to fuel that huge mega ego they never earned. Oh and don't really have as all they have is nothing and some know it which makes it even more ironic how they view the image in the mirror. Take your connections, games, toys whatever bullshit supposedly limits your time so much you cant find a creative output....cause you know I win at a game isn't like making something that will get your recognized by people, argue it with me that's fine, some jack offs in a virtual world liked what you did....its about as profound a sense of achievement as fucking a whore unprotected and coming out without something you need a shot or a bullet to take care of. Yeah this is a little bit of a rant but fuck it, its been a while hasn't it?
Oh So here it is....a re dedication to sex education you thought I forgot that shit? But whoda fucking thunk I'd come in off schedule and do dedications? Yeah like fornication's in the infrared you don't have to get this shit....I do what I do so you can sleep better at night....no not because I'm batman....maybe a little fat there man but that's a touche subject so lets let it lie...and let the mescaline fly fuck it its like a party.
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