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?
Ah and if anyone says, "well your blog is the same thing". No it isn't. It is my expression of ideas whether it is random mindless bullshit or thought out redundant old news bullshit it is my creation and canters potentially to a larger crowd than just those that read blogs. Who the fuck reads most of these blogs anyways? I don't care what you think about broke back mountain....your probably got mad it wasn't Mr. hands the sequel with full frontal on the horse. I also don't care to see you bash something because it hurt your feelings, back to games here, such as the day one dlc fiasco with Mass Effect 3. No I didn't play it, and no I dont care they fucked up and had dlc day one, I also dont think people who played the game like it was the new new testament should sabotage the meta score for it and bash it because they didn't have to buy the day one dlc.
It just spirals off the deepend, I work....a lot, I play games a little, I have a family. These are some of the things these virtual kings cannot attest to, many dont even work, and dont even have enough dick to start a family much less take care of one or even please an elderly lady. I guess you could say they dont have enough soul for the job. Also I forgot above to mention...I create things....hmm thats getting to be a broken record eh? Oh thats old...a scratched cd then, one of the annoying ass ones that only fucks up on your favorite part of your favorite song and brings it back to right before that part over and over. You can of course fast forward but usually your going to have to go past the part you wanted to hear so its just like fuck it throw the cd over in the floor board to the side to get jizzed on and coke snorted on with heroin baked on and forgotten.
You know if I ever start getting charged by how many periods I misuse here.....im going to be bankrupt so bad they put my great grand children in debtors prison....so Im gonna cut this one off there, I think you have had enough of me for today, tonight, this week, year or forever....if forever take this parting thought, fuck you and the horse you call your wife that rode in on you, or live long and prosper....like a cancer patient. Either or but remember I wrote those for you so warm your heart and fart under the blankets and cover your head while you jack off....i hear its better than a belt around a lamp with an open window and an 8 mm of chicken sodomy in springtime....
It just spirals off the deepend, I work....a lot, I play games a little, I have a family. These are some of the things these virtual kings cannot attest to, many dont even work, and dont even have enough dick to start a family much less take care of one or even please an elderly lady. I guess you could say they dont have enough soul for the job. Also I forgot above to mention...I create things....hmm thats getting to be a broken record eh? Oh thats old...a scratched cd then, one of the annoying ass ones that only fucks up on your favorite part of your favorite song and brings it back to right before that part over and over. You can of course fast forward but usually your going to have to go past the part you wanted to hear so its just like fuck it throw the cd over in the floor board to the side to get jizzed on and coke snorted on with heroin baked on and forgotten.
You know if I ever start getting charged by how many periods I misuse here.....im going to be bankrupt so bad they put my great grand children in debtors prison....so Im gonna cut this one off there, I think you have had enough of me for today, tonight, this week, year or forever....if forever take this parting thought, fuck you and the horse you call your wife that rode in on you, or live long and prosper....like a cancer patient. Either or but remember I wrote those for you so warm your heart and fart under the blankets and cover your head while you jack off....i hear its better than a belt around a lamp with an open window and an 8 mm of chicken sodomy in springtime....
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