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Sometimes I appear to myself to be a piece of sincerity found in the garbage of the mental garage ran by most absentee half grown up children. All while trash rules the board as the number one marker in monopoly of their dreams of something better and still horrible enough. Like there's this kid's game going on of people using each other as parts to a puzzle meant for a three year old to crack, or a test that allows you to enter the first grade police, and my pieces didn't fit the shoots and ladders of an infantile inspector's dirty pooly, pocket dice and headache from too much drunken chess.
All while my heart screams, "There has a moment around here somewhere!" All while my head yawns, "Are we dead yet?" All while my feet moan, "How far" and my stomach cries for meat.

Queen's pawn to rook seven, and the cats eye on the bishop's knight. Not making any sense at candy land? Try mouse trap, take three hits of battleship and sink me in the mourning of a deck of cards, for a prince of tides, not being an another American game.

I figured out a few nights ago... A person has to be sweet and appear fragile or I have no desire to destroy or guide them. I thought I was loosing my drive at first. Turns out that I like nice girls is all.

A bit sick, yet true to my character.

Here we are in possession of the greatest military machine and no one leader suited to point it in the right direction.

I feel that I'm on the eve of my own temporary greatness. Let us all be worth our boots.

Don't sweat it if they accuse you of evil you haven't yet planned, it only means that they deserve it when you do finally get around to it.-Me, Ronnie Jamses

Honestly I think I like porn more than almost all of you.

FACT!

Naptime

 If my life was a movie, I'd call it Trouble Beans. Trouble Beans, The Movie!!!

Starring Flippest De'Vroe (that means douchbag!) as The Reluctant Antichrist Ronnie James Mathacre. Also starring a Lamborghini as his government issue super-car, voice done by my smartphone app *lazer sounds and dubstep music included*. And co-starring Caitlyn Catastrophe as Naptime, the sidekick action chick.

The sickle said to the grain,"Aren't you going to fall?"

The grain replied,"Don't you already come at the end of my sentence?"

The sickle then said,"Only if there is any question remaining, I do".

The grain then said,"Find me on Collarme, I'll post this as a journal entry".

Does it bother you too that a Japanese company was shut down because it's sister company in the US was less productive with the left shoe because of environmental laws? This all then makes me suspicious of the right shoe and prepared to take up my own sole.

See, the sides of the shoe are produced at a separate location to be more efficient, they say. I say, wear sandals. Those companies turn the soul over, because the cutter that shapes the sole is called a Sol and is pronounced "soul".

And in this way the secret was beheld at His feet and mine. Where I entertained you with the right shenanigans.

It's not that I'm random, it's that I have a typographical fetish and I get off on riddles that only I know the answer to.

Which leads me to wonder... How do they get the chocolate inside The White Rabbit for a Cadbury Egg?

I bet it's gross and traumatic for The Hair. That's why it convinces itself that it's a chicken... helps it cope with the nightmares that come afterward.

*purses lips* bock bock bock bock.

Maybe that's the sound the machine makes and the poor bunny is desperately trying to tell us what happened.

Is it really worth it though?

:S > :$ > :$) Draw a smile on your chin so that everyone thinks money makes a man happy. There! I solved why rich people have such funny noses and have to pay money to fix their genetic weaknesses.

Here. I'll write a self help novel so that everyone is happy. I'll call it Positive Pooping. The art of freeing your self from toilet paper bondage. $9.95 at WALMART.

I want you to imagine positive porcelain energy as you plop the deuce. Take in a deep breath from your belly as you pull the brown odor into your nose. You have that righteous smell with you forever... now...

FLUSH THAT EVIL SHIT BEFORE IT GETS YOU!

So, if you now would like your heart to stop racing and would also like to remove the new found anxiety disorder that Positive Pooping has given you, buy my next book The Reverse Positive Pooping Spellbook at your local Barns And Nobel or outlet mall.

Find it right next to Little Poopers, the Positive Pooping guide for kids... And Pogo! The Yoga plus Positive Pooping guide.

We shouldn't get bored at all. I don't plan to make... Plans... Meditation maybe, pacing and eating pulse, definitely. Weekday celibacy with a slight chance of DOOM!

DOOM! Dhuoooommmm, I SAY!

DOOOOoooOoooOOOMM!!!!

BwahHHAaaHHaahahaha!

Funny and Yes, delicious too.

It's the power of the poo. $9.95 @ WALMART.

I send the message, but everyone receives them all Twelve Monkeys and shit. 12 Monkeys N' Shit if you're shopping in an outlet store.

Why?

Because the Terminator is all up in my smartphone. I swear. He says time travel is a bitch of a notion named Kimberly and that the duce's ace is still an ace. My life is weird. Or something like that. LMAO!

If you look at two thousand thirteen written with a period like this > 2013. It looks like the emoticon for a passed out buttrocker with assless leather pants shitting themselves.

Wait until I show you how to write the letter Fuck. That ones a great joke too.

I think a Cheshire Cat took a dump in my lawn. Then he and the queen fucked in my sandbox and to the letter Fuck as well. In the Key of O or OH! or OMG!... Something. To the tune of Fucking Might As Well Too. Like FUCK FUCK FUUUCCKK! Like smacking loads in a gasoline chamber while lighting matches by the book.

It was hot.

Yes, they ate it to the letter as well. Because the smacked off one, landed on the assless leather pants of 2013.

That was the punch line. *Whistles an old marching tune*

Sings a little:

"The ants go marching one by one, hoorah.

The ants go marching one by one, hoorah.

The ants go marching one by one, so no one is allowed to have a son, till they all go marching down and down into the ground."

"The ants go marching two by two, hoorah, hoorah.

The ants go marching two by two, hoorah, hoorah.

The ants go marching two by two, till one goes to buckle the shoe, till they all go marching down and down into the ground."

"The ants go marching three by three, hoorah, hooray; hoorah.

The ants go marching three by three, hoorah, hooray; hoorah.

The ants go marching three by three, so the old war dog teaches the family, until they all go marching down and down into the ground."

P.S.

It's only the one they call Antichrist who truly knows this song. I'll share more of it when the time cums.

I think it's Naptime again.

"I hope they cannot see, the limitless potential, building inside of me, to murder everything. I hope they cannot see that I am the great destroyer"-NIN, The Great Destroyer, Year Zero Album

Imagine Dragons, Radioactive

I'm waking up to ash and dust, I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust, I'm breathing in the chemicals

I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus. This is it, the apocalypse.

I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones, Enough to make my systems blow. Welcome to the new age, to the new age, Welcome to the new age, to the new age.

Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, I'm radioactive, radioactive

I raise my flag, Don my clothes, It's a revolution, I suppose

We're painted red to fit right in, I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus, This is it, the apocalypse Whoa

I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones, Enough to make my systems blow, Welcome to the new age, to the new age, Welcome to the new age, to the new age

Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, I'm radioactive, radioactive, Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, I'm radioactive, radioactive

All systems go, the sun hasn't died, Deep in my bones, straight from inside

I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones, Enough to make my systems blow, Welcome to the new age, to the new age, Welcome to the new age, to the new age

Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, I'm radioactive, radioactive, Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, I'm radioactive, radioactive 

 Mother Fucker

So, journal.

I haven't talked to you in awhile, or fed you, or opened the container. You should be dead. The fact you are still alive is a medical miracle. Too bad no one will ever know.

*reseals lid*

Oh, and I might start another journal. One about flowers or something. Okay, I just said that to hurt you.

I still hate you for the moment though. 

Adele

Rolling in the Deep

There is a fire, starting in my heart
Reaching a fever pitch, and it's bringing me out the dark
Finally, I can see you crystal clear
Go ahead and sell me out, and I'll lay your ship bare
See how I'll leave with every piece of you.
Don't underestimate the things that I will do

The scars of your love remind you of us
They keep me thinking that we almost had it all.
The scars of your love, they leave me breathless
I can't help feeling.
We could have had it all!

(I wish you had never of met me)

Rolling in the deep
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)
You had my heart inside of your hand.
(You're gonna wish you never had met me)
And you played it to the beat
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)

Baby, I have no story to be told
But I've heard one of you.
And I'm gonna make your head burn
Think of me in the depths of your despair
Making a home down there,
As mine sure won't be shared

Throw your soul through every open door
Count your blessings to find what you look for
Turn my sorrow into treasured gold
You pay me back in time and reap just what you sow.

You could have had it all.
(You're gonna wish you never had met me)
Rolling in the deep
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)
You had my heart inside of your hand.
(You're gonna wish you never had met me).

But you played it
You played it
You played it
You played it to the beat.

Ok, how is it that some dudes a Dom one second, and then has a Dommes hand up his ass the next? There's a conflict of interest there, I just know it.

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I know the majority of play is the fulfillment of our fantasies. One lifestyle problem though; Where exactly does the rubber meet the road with that? Is it when he's expressing his masculinity by making feminine noises while at the mercy of someone? Isn't there a point where it starts to feel a little too much like a kids game?

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LMAO!

Deadbolt

Billy's Dead

His hair is dry and his skin is pale.

He wears shades and he smells kinda stale.

Yeah, don't laugh, a-thank-you-very-much.

Did you notice he's cold to the touch?

Look man, I think your friend Billy, might be dead.

Look, I'm telling you. I think your friend Billy might be dead.

Chicks really dig him, he's got one on each side.

Don't you think it's strange he's got a Hurst for a ride?

I'm talking serious, I'm not half crocked.

You know, it's kinda weird his fridge is padlocked.

Hey! I think your friend Billy, might be dead.

Yeah, I think your friend Billy, might be dead.

I've been following him around.

He goes to the mortuary a lot.

He buys heavy make-up.

I know I'm obsessed, but... I must know the truth.

I think your friend Billy might be dead.

Look, lets talk serious, I think your friend Billy might be dead.

Pretty soon everyone thought I was going crazy.

They said, "you're just jealous of Billy, he's just kinda lazy".

So I did some research and found something scary.

Went to the library and found Billy's obituary.

Heh-Huh, here's his picture.

I'll tell ya how, your friend Billy is officially dead.

Your friend Billy is dead.

YouR friend Billy; is DEAD!

El Muertes,

No More.

A Dom that does not see that he is also a slave to his responsibilities and to those who follow him; is blind to his own purpose.

All the animals of humanity were loaded on the vessel two by two. All, but one. The Flip stood on the ramp waiting, because he was alone.

The well empty, he drank anyway.

He had knocked at a door that was already open.

Filled in a hole, stepped in, and then dug himself buried.

Waylon Jennings (orig. Willie Nelson), I Never Cared For You

 The sun is filled with ice and gives no warmth at all

The sky was never blue
The stars are raindrops searching for a place to fall
And I never cared for you

I know you won't believe these things I tell you
No, you won't believe
Your heart has been forewarned
All men will lie to you
Your mind cannot conceive
Now all depends on what I say to you
And on your doubting me
So I've prepared these statements far from true
Pay heed and disbelieve

The sun is filled with ice and gives no warmth at all
The sky was never blue
The stars are raindrops searching for a place to fall
And I never cared for you

Wow! Is anyone happy? It's like our endless desires will have us all dead before we eventually ever even evaluate what we think we want. The can't have's half of the plan, and a minimal understanding for the trap last to snap our long fingers. Believe it; the world is a clever thief in need of our pieces. It eats our dreams it seems, it even steals the good you find in it and in it's other prisoners.

You look happy Journal.... You shouldn't.

Don't worry.....

I'll work on fixing that.

Someday you will get old, and with all my heart and soul; I will euthanize you.

(Things I say out loud)

 Maybe I would call you that instead of Journal; if I liked you.

I want off this ride.

When did expressing the truth become a feminine thing?

Not all men are stupid. Just socially, economically, environmentally and institutionally pressured to pretend to be. Some give in and some don't. Some can't, or won't. I suspect that half way leads to all the way.

See: The failure of insincere compromise, lived down the hall from denial. And irony blew its brains out in jealousy. This all happened shortly after it knew that it was the joke on them.

Oh, crap. Could that be the trigger. Nope, just a sec

<771d M0770MS>

Is it just me? Or is it hard not to feel the fool while chasing a glimmer of a chance, at a moment; in crowded rooms of the same, after the same, at the same, with the same original intent and still everyone will see the forest for the wood.

Only run-on sentences can then capture the camera-phone paparazzi of our shame. LMAO Oh, that, Facebook, hangovers, cops, surveillance and your consciences faint question of why you did what you did; when you already knew better.

Unlimited Choices saw Futility at a bar and thought, 'if I already married Uselessness, what could be the harm?'. Upon this revelation she divorced drinking water and sense. Forgot herself in a mirror and danced to everyone's death.

I want a way out!!!!

Truth to the root, I need back into school and a job to pay off loans is the best I can do. Head for a new you, stackin some strange brew, looking for a leaf on the wind and which way it blew.

Proof to rue, or rue the proof. Purple ain't "you" an' the man's gottsta new shoes. Dead plant's don'e bloom, in darkened rooms where everyone's set on their own greed and self serving doom.

I'll sit in the light, right, and peacefully fight, not paying attention to the anger fostered by the tact of well placed lies.

It bothers me though, as I begin to show, how I can love truth all the way through, though only by not lying to myself, I've made it known. IT BOTHERS ME THAT OTHER PEOPLE MAY NOT KNOW this "Bro".

Under-stimulation acute. :[i] Something like new, the facts are rude, do move the mood to shrewd. Blue... true, but the truth; New.

Yeah, I'm still poor in the eyes of the world, but at least for now; I'm not at war. I am at peace with the fact I'm a believer and receiver of the little I have in hand standing. The truth, lover her, her plain righteous covering and the order of being in place utterly, when everything else isn't even close to resembling it.

I feel like an addict bi-proxy when I think of my country. Being low makes it obvious, through my present company. The little that the average person is aware of is staggering me and not only fairly scary, but disgusting, butt busting and hustling to make everyone detached and sic with nu-nu-nu-nothing but hypochondricrit sufferings. How can that make for something?

Like a black hole lust, for a pleasant "in lies we trust" misplaced horror stories of real people hushed.

I was once in a dump we call the plasma pump and this man behind me, who I could not see, said. "Afghanistan is just full of poppies and pot plants" and I wonder if he knows why that is.

Does it hit him too in the face when a woman outside a grocery mart hands him a red plastic flower?

Message attached reading, "support our veterans of foreign wars, Buddy Poppy".

It's not the PVC tip, the vinyl petals, the leaflet shiny with petroleum print and shine, or the wax paper that surrounds the pin, or the true message of our struggle.

It's the steel rod in the middle that brings it home for me.

They might as well include the syringe, an automatic weapon and a baton saying, "sleep well buddy poppy, don't worry buddy poppy, rest in peace buddy poppy, you'll pay for this buddy poppy".

That used to mean something, right?

WHAT'S't NOW? huh?

Moral of the story Journal, most people are almost as dumb as you; it's true. After World War Two, the meaning was obvious, like the new Sear's ordered fix, yet knew itself by the brick. They see all the dots, but are unable to connect the lines and then are all too ready to continue with The Sick Business Times, as usual. Don't worry, the news will tell you a lie that is a lot more palatable. That way you can sleep well in the "Buddy Poppy" trail and know: There is no sleep like a sanctioned O.D. or a government sponsored bullet bulletin of a certain puritans pestilent plan for us.

You should try it Journal. I'm curious if it could make you any worse. It works for the American, maybe it should work for you.

NOT.

Journal of a Quernal :

CIA-CYA-D-day; Yay!

FUBAR for cardboard cars

And all carved marred in part by our credit bar hardened hearts

tetra-tri-try, bye-bye, FLY HIGH! What a Nice Lie?

FYI-eye; tried to d-d-d-d-d-d-d-die!

FUCK YEAH!

 Not making much over bills, but shit. Not much really, but I'm making money again and it feels good. Not the money; I don't rub it on my body or anything weird, I get by. It feels good to work and buy basic needs. It beats hand outs.

 My close ones help. I love the lord and my people. Thank you all!

Fuck you, Journal! You don't get credit, you're not responsible for shit. So, I'm not talking to you. I'm writing on your pale white stupid digi-face. You didn't do any of the work. Sit back down and keep to yourself; stooge!

Then go cut yourself or something.

Arcade Fire, The Suburbs

In the suburbs I
I learned to drive
And you told me we'd never survive
Grab your mother's keys we're leavin'

You always seemed so sure
That one day we'd be fighting
In this suburban war
your part of town against mine
I saw you standing on the opposite shore

But by the time the first bombs fell
We were already bored
We were already, already bored

Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm movin' past the feeling
Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm movin' past the feeling again

Kids wanna be so hard
But in my dreams we're still screamin' and runnin' through the yard
And all of the walls that they built in the 70's finally fall
And all of the houses they built in the 70's finally fall
Meant nothin' at all
Mean nothin' at all
It meant nothin

Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm movin' past the feeling
Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm movin' past the feeling and into the night

So can you understand?
Why I want a daughter while I'm still young
I wanna hold her hand
And show her some beauty
Before this damage is done

But if it's too much to ask, it's too much to ask
Then send me a son

Under the overpass
In the parking lot we're still waiting
It's already passed
So move your feet from hot pavement and into the grass
Cause it's already passed
It's already, already passed!

Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm movin' past the feeling
Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm movin' past the feeling again

I'm movin' past the feeling
I'm movin' past the feeling again

In my dreams we're still screamin'
We're still screamin'
We're still screamin'

Gomez, Hamoa Beach

Oh no, why can't you get along?
Ok, I know it's not my place
I've got to say something
I've got speak

She'll never leave
And you can never throw her out
Impossible to conceive
You'd rather be with than without

That's just the fear talking
That's just the fear

Remember the good old days
But love is like a dragonfly
So beautiful, it will die
And disappear before your eyes

I'm no philosopher
I am no poet
I'm just trying to help you out

Don't let it fool you
Like it nearly fooled me, fear
Don't let it take you
Like it nearly took me, friend

And so you sit and wait
For another man to take your place
And when, when he comes
Would you welcome him with open arms?
You'll feel a hundred years younger
You'll feel no fear

Don't let it take you
Like it nearly took me, fear
Don't let it fool you
Like it nearly fooled me, fear
Don't let it kill you
Like it nearly killed me, fear

Just tryin to make it work and stay a decent person too. It's hard to do, start with telling the truth, and by the the time you do, the entire world will hate you. Deal that shoe and boot the blues, an' what your left with is the quit quick chute shoots and one seriously rude troop that's trying to dupe you.

Yeah! 21! jackpot shun and the plan is to make you think you've won, but don't be fooled son. It's just another pun at fun and silver chain sold at the value and profit of none.

"I fought the war, but the war wont stop for the love of god. I fought the war, but the war won". -Metric, Monster Hospital

If you haven't heard of Aloe Blacc, you should make yourself familiar. Unless you only listen to death metal (are a moron), you should love this new and real twist on R'n'B. I never liked it much, but Aloe Blacc is a hybrid of ice cream, hip-hop, gold, and truth packaged like pharmaceutical "cotton candy" and a psychic stalker named Rhigh-Lee... and a strange relative relative of relativity that plays radiohead. Not that it matters, their already dead in an unending betrayal when they traded everlasting life for a big empty. Why do you think they're panicking? Which one's the decoy? You or me? Him or her? :[i] Could they be the black fabric over the stage of a beautiful blond in a black dress and a song just for me?

I took both the red and blue pill. I ended up back here wearing my ass as a rabbit hold and unwilling to go with the hoe. You know? You can put on the show without me in a hole. I will go with my lord on it, even if I go alone.   

Aloe Blacc, I  Need a Dollar

I need the dollar, dollar, a dollar, that's what I need.
hey hey
Well I need the dollar, dollar, a dollar, that's I need.
hey hey
Said I need the dollar, dollar, a dollar that's what I need.
And if I share with you my story, would you share your dollar with me?

Bad times are comin an' I reap what I done sowed. 
Well let me tell you somthin, all that glitters ain't gold. 
It's been a long old trouble, long old troublesome road.
And I'm looking for somebody, come and help me carry this load.
 
I need the dollar, dollar, a dollar that's what I need.
Well I need a dollar dollar, a dollar that's what I need.
Well I don't know if I'm walking on solid ground.
Cause everything around me is falling down.
And all I want - is for someone - to help me.

I had a job but the boss man let me go.
He said,
I'm sorry but I won't be needing your help no more.
I said,
Please mister boss man, I need this job more than you know,
but he gave me my last paycheck and he sent me on out the door.

What in the world am I gonna to do tomorrow
is there someone with a dollar I can borrow
Who can help me take away my sorrow?
Maybe its inside the bottle?
Maybe its inside the bottle

I had some good old buddies, name's is whiskey and wine.
And for my good old buddies, i spent my last dime.
Now wine is good to me it helps me pass the time
and my good old buddy whiskey keeps me warmer than the sunshine.
Your mama may have, blessed the child that's got his own.
If god has plans for me i hope it aint - written in stone.
Because i've been working working myself down to the bone
and i swear on grandpas grave I'll be paid when i come home

I need the dollar, dollar, a dollar, that's what I need.
hey hey
Said I need the dollar, dollar, a dollar, that's I need.
hey hey
Well, I need the dollar, dollar, a dollar that's what I need.
And if I share with you my story, would you share your dollar with me?

Come on, share your dollar with me.

Go head, share your dollar with me.

Come on, share your dollar, gimme your dollar.

Share your dollar with me, come on, share your dollar with me.

Journal Titled: Fuck You

At least these guys are from my town of pot holes, prostitutes, drunks and drug addicts. Hate it or die. Masonic masochists and on-duty murderer/cop/rapists. Don't even try the guy, he's a girl and that thick-chick lip-sticks bitches. Perfect scene for the obscene "A" scheme of Team Greed. A life size peppermint determine tremor social experiment. Prospects, suspects and sick fucks with government paychecks. Lackeys and flunkies, Mouthy Southey like Jersey, punked Juki's, junk jobs for junkies, all to feed top shelf monkeys for nothing. This is a product of twenty years of recession, failed housing matching the smoggy trafficking of congestion, contact per capita majority depression and the public's constant suppression. Dead tree breeze fodder, fabricating man made needs proper, pollution and chemicals in the water, encouraging whore made daughters, and almost a million more crazy lovin' mother fuckers. Think harder partner! Public reps that swindle vets, live in Idaho, smoke blow, and never pay taxes on their assets or asses. Hit like Blam! in a crip-walk crosswalk an all I have to say is: "what up chuck, rename Spokane IFWECAN!!!" Welcome to the town of FUCK YOU! Now entering FUCKYOU county, you are now never leaving... FUCKYOU.

Reality without a check and my Journal titled... Fuck you.

Song Away, by Hockey

Make me a deal and make it good for me
I won't get full of myself, 'cause I can't afford to be
This is small town music, this is big town music
He's ahead of his time you know but, he can't use it
If only he could prove it

Hey, see what your man has done to the world
See what the world has done to your man
You know I'm leaving you, you don't need me
Loving you wasn't always so easy

This is believe me music, this is forget me music
This is who can love me you know, this ain't no roxy music
This is new form music, this is old form music
This is I paid attention now, so this is prediction music
Oh, who could let me use it

An I want to write a truthful song over an eighties groove
I like to let you know I'll always be straight with you
I stole my personality from an anonymous source
And I'm getting paid for it too, I don't feel bad about that
Give me my chance back

This is on the rise music, this is novelty music
This is who can blame music, God don't get fooled by it
This is where'd'you go music, this is come home music
This is down to the wire I'm such a perfect angel music
Who really tries

This is success music and what's it to ya?
My lawyer always says these are the fact about the future.

WELL, Tomorrow's just a song away, a song away, a song away
Oh, tomorrow's just a song away, a song away, a song away
Oh well, tomorrow's just a song away, a song away, a song away
It's just a song away

Dear Journal,

Nothing like a local creepy girl to drop coins in a downtown juke. In order to play some Radiohead. Talking in convenient riddles, she may have just been drunk in my neighborhood. Then again I think she knew it would make me want to die and make us a little more the same. Maybe she thought it would help her chances. Maybe I just sat there wishing I could still make love. I feel like talking some shit so I don't have to feel my insides falling to pieces. I can talk, I just didn't want to, drying conversation is now a real threat. I'll be more open with you now that I think no one will ever read this. Yeah I think talking some shit will help me feel better.

I sometimes read dating profiles and see little things. Like a previous relationship. That they drink three times a week or more and have kids. lol That they have their hang ups advertised as strengths. Just little things. Was it the drinking that caused the divorce, or are they drinking because of the divorce, separation and joint custody? Pretty deep huh? Who didn't see both of those coming? And! More importantly, who was there and got out of the way? AND! Who got in the way, right?

Another one I notice is when someone can't find "that someone" and their longest relationship was less than a year... Are they prudent, generally obstinate, a sticky nut, or what? Were they career-driven to the point of being a little sick, maybe they have some horrible off putting tick or vice? Could they have been in another country, in active service, or just maybe a liar? See, there are only so many reasons that someone hasn't had, or says they haven't had a relationship lasting longer than a month. LMAO! I love it!

What about when someone has other things in their pictures? Is it their friends, previous lovers, their pets, homes, environments, activities, their favorite places? Are they creative pictures, taken by them or someone else, are they showing? What are they showing? How are they, and the other things positioned? What color and type are those things and places? People don't realize how much they give away with the tiniest of things.

People who don't believe in this, or follow these things in their own life, are usually of two kinds. Like myself and a couple ways that are close to it, Or they are the type who really don't think you can follow it all back. Those are the ones I can always make cry if I want. They really do it to themselves ya know. Kidding, it is really easy though.

Little things can be so big, on any side, no matter what side you are on. Next time you run into someone that purports to be a psychic, consider little things. Either that or consider very little and go wherever they would like to take you. LOL I admit that there are supernatural things, but there are also people who......

It may just be an innocent fascination with factors. A person who likes to know the odds and the score. It could be most peoples worst internet fear. It could also be radar meant to pick up a hoe. Anyway they see it, for me it's about being aware....I....

......I see a dating profile like a crime scene. Meant to be picked apart carefully and put back together like good intelligence. I would make a great stalker or detective... If it interested me that is. :[i] For now I would rather just know a ton about someone from the little bread crumbs they leave.

I see a BDSM profile a little different though. I see it like potentially a real crime scene. One where the participants may all be willing. A victimless crime where even the victim is willing/unwilling participant. It's a true crime, to those in denial.

Or have you forgotten that most kink is still against the law in some state? Somewhere LOL Someplace, one you visit just to break the laws there.

You know what Journal? It's ironic that someone may view me this very same way. On second thought, I wonder if anyone caught it. Know what, I don't know if I'm going to feel better. Maybe that's why I'm alone. I was asked if I heard voices. I only hear one that says in my voice, "no one will ever love you" over and over again until I fall asleep. I'm not sure if that's me or the truth. I just know it has a soundtrack and again one song can break my heart. This time it was High and Dry. Talking shit isn't going to be enough this time. It never really was.

(Que Irony Music) Now for the song! One that is good advice, that I should take for myself!

 opposite day, by andrew bird 

But if you think there's something else, well you're right there is; there's something else. But if you think I'm going to tell you, think again. Why should I even think of telling you what there is? Yeah cuz silence is knowledge, and knowledge is power. I'm under explicit orders to dare not speak it's name. Listen up, I just work here. Oh I dare not speak it's name. I can't keep talking about it I dare not... Speak his name.

I may now be the only one here in Spokane. Having such a high IQ and Yahoo Answers percentage, I should have figured it out sooner.

Maybe I'll find a new site. There are almost no people in my area on here. A town full of sub males and dumb Dommes with low self esteem.

Plus, I've been abstaining for lack of any feeling for anything. So, my journal is not that interesting lately.

My only aspiration at the moment is to build a motor in my kitchen, bolt it to a trans, place in car. Then die.

Oh yeah, and if you're already in a relationship... Fuck You. Look away before I spit in your eye.

Dear Journal, I may kill you soon....

Very soon.

Bundy, by Animal Alpha

You want a piece of me? You'll make good
You want to hit me, then you've satisfied
I'm gonna fall, I'm gonna fake it
Now I will make you think you've won again
I've fallen down, my nose bleeding badly
I'm where you want me... BOY!
Shut your face, shut your, shut, shu-shut your face up! Shut your face, shut your, shut, shu-shut your face up! Shut your face, shut your, shut, shu-shut your face up! Shut your face, shut your, shut, shu-shut your face up!

When doors are locked, I'm gonna get you
You are not safe any place, anywhere
I'm bringing Bundys, have they met you?
I'm telling stories, saying what you're gonna do
I've fallen down, my nose bleeding badly
I'm where you want me
I know the words I know when to say them
You're where I want you

Shut your face, shut your, shut, shu-shut your face up!

Shut your face, shut your, shut, shu-shut your face up!

Shut your face, shut your, shut, shu-shut your face up!

Shut your face, shut your, shut, shu-shut your face up!

Elephant

Performed by Handful of Luvin'
2007©David John Wellnitz

When no one wants to say a thing
We can see the true meaning
But nobody wants to figure it out

With no words
Silence is spoken
But nobody sees
Nobody sees the Elephant

And I’m not afraid
Not afraid to point it out
Not afraid to see
The Elephant in a room full of strangers

Sixteen year dressing room
Is where the liquor still consumes
But nobody wants to figure it out

With no bottles
Silence is broken
But nobody sees, nobody sees the elephant

Citizen Cope

Son's Gonna Shine (Ft. Carlos Santana) 

Blowin' down the highway, Like a rocket

God I'm headed to town now, Can't stop it

With the wheel in my hand, As I stand

On the floor, Of the board, Of this car, On the road

Got this woman in the back seat, She's my wifey

In the middle of delivery, Man she saved me

To this day I don't know why, she picked me up

When I was down on the road, with the wind and the cold

Well the sun gonna rise in a mile

In a mile you'll be feeling fine

In a mile you will see After me

You'll be out of the dark, yeah You'll get your shot

So a son's gonna rise in a mile

I was asked if I hear voices and if so, what they say.

There's only one and it's mine. Saying that no one will ever love you.

One of my only regrets is that I may never see a glacier.

There aren't enough cigarettes in the world to kill me both quickly and painlessly.

I may never have and I may never fall or love, but it hurts more that I may never see a glacier again.

I think what I really need is feelings.

This song's for all the 18 year old Dommes.  FYI, inexperienced Domme is an oxymoron.

Hockey, Too Fake

 I do anything that I'm told to
I even mean it, if i'm supposed to
Lead me on a little, I'll go for broke
Lead me on some more, I go for the big joke

Everybody's watchin'
Oh but nobody cares, no
Oh wait it does go, "huh?"
an Nobody's watchin'
But everybody cares
Oh whatever talk to you later
 
"Get off me"
I go to Church ill, I'm expected to
I'll be a lost soul, they need examples to use
I could stay forever, I'll leave right now
It's your call either way
It's time to use my life, for myself
Most people just won't tell you that
Gonna use my life! For someone else yeah
No, wait, wait, wait, wait 

"Hurts right?"
But I can't even talk to you
'bout my effect on people
'cause i'm doin' the same thing to you
That's right even right now
Oh just wait up for me if you want to but...

Lookout!
'cause i'm just too fake for the world
Oh you know it's just a game to me
Oh! i'm just too fake you see
I wish I didn't have to be
But Oh!
I've got too much soul for the world
and It's breaking my heart in two
I've got too much soul for you
I don't like it but it's true.

Oh Lookout now!
I'm just too fake for the world
and it's just all that I cant do about, "dear hmm"
No I'm just too fake for you
I don't like it but it's true

Look out
I've got too much soul for the world
It's breaking my heart in two
I've got too much soul for you
I don't like it but it's true.

Look out
I'm just too fake for the world
I know it's just a game to me
I'm just too fake you see
I hoped you could forgive me
Look out now
I'm too fake.

Dear and lazy journal,

 Is it odd that I'm the only person I know with a sickle in their underwear drawer?

I need to move out of downtown and find something I want to do with my life.

Too bad I can't reattach my head with a weed hook, because I'd try. You know, if I cared, I'd cut your head off too. You're lucky I still need you.

I'm one and your all zero's. Where's the red queen when you need her dumb ass and axe? Fuck you journal.

FYI, force gets you nowhere with me... I have never been submitted by anyone and my last pic is not me posing or pissing. lol It's of me holding onto a bullpen fence for as many blasts as I could take. I can remember more than four, but I held on for awhile. My buddy counted eight and I was the only one who could hold onto it at all without my knees going out from under me and dropping. My other hand is on the steel post to ground me better for more effect.  Don't believe me, try and taser me at your own risk. It will just get you hurt is all. lol I can take any TENS unit up to full bast from both channels, even stuck in the same place; without a problem.

Masochist, no. Extremely tolerant to pain; believe it. Or find out the hard way.

Vanilla leaves a bad aftertaste, of hollow and fake, at least for me anyway. I never liked lying all day to please the the passing aims of the aimless dazed.

Be real. If they cant take it, then they just learned who is more hard core. Push em' till the can't take anymore never telling what their in store for. I can talk about it in a way that no one, but the wise, will know what I'm really saying. It helps push aside those who are realistically lost and only playing. Then those who would betray bare the burden of proof. If it's in a bar, casino, during the act or under my roof; just get with the program, do as I do and maintain your own truth.

I laugh when my pals try to be vanilla, because I really just don't feel it. I'll put it to their expense as a rule, but that's cuz we're all dudes. I dont do that with all my friends to be rude, just the ones that try passing the bull off vanilla when they wear the same uniform of dissent that I do. Doms are only secretive when it comes to protecting their own, their subs, their friends and their homes. There is no other reason to be unless you're scared that people may know you.

Informational boundaries are for the Vanilla one scoop hollow wafer cone. Be careful with that, it can make you end up ill inside and alone. Why lie about life if it just makes you just another drone. My secret is often others confessions protected in my key tone. Take that thirty ways and split it, and you're picking up my trail of beads.

Anyway, what I am telling you.... If I was ice cream, I'd be 151 proof black licorice razor blade, sprinkled with wire barbs and US 90 steel ninja stars. Layered with mace swirl, top fuel and epoxy hardener. :[i] Advertised to go well with glass, spray paint, and nitric acid; after brushing your hair with a sand blaster.

My kind of lucky charms are dangerously delicious, only because most of you are soft served into... BD/SM McDonaldization and coward cream.

If you don't know what a reindeer game is, or aren't from the north... Listen up, you need to know this. Some use reindeer games to mean exclusive games or clandestine activity. However, it means games played during the christmas season and things to do in the snow when bored and drunk.

I learned this one from my sister when I was little. Though people my age just love it! Especially when drunk. Kindof sad, but this is what it is:
It's called shovel racing. It's like wheel barrow racing, but not as muscle intensive. Way more chill.
Get at least two shovels that aren't snow shovels, and at least four people. You can use flat or pointed digging shovels, it doesn't matter.
One person sits in the shovel cross legged or heels to butt and leans the shovel side to side, the other steers, pushes and controls pitch. Then you decide where the track is and....
GO!
From experience, I'll give you a tip. Don't point the nose down if you're the one pushing. You catch the handle in the gut when it stalls into the snow.
Depending on how helpful this is... There will be more reindeer games posted. I know of five more off the top of my head. We'll see if I share any more of them.

11/27/10
Here's another one. It's called hookie bobbin, ski-joggin or ski-jockin, hook jook, free ride and sometimes OWWW! call an ambulance.
Put a rope on the trailer hitch of a four wheel drive with snows on. Then mount whatever your ride; you chose... A snowboard, a sled, snow-skate, your own feet or shoes (not advised), even water ski's work. The worst I've seen is one person riding another. Though the one on the bottom was on one of those flat sheets for sledding and that what was tied to the truck. It still looked rather provocative and I know that hurt both of em'. Emotionally and by reputation, j/k.
From experience I'll tell ya, make sure the driver isn't a douche or you're going through fences, mail boxes, other people, trailers, decks, garbage cans and whatever they decide to take late wide turns around. I can vouch for the mail box... Good news was that my board was fine and I pawned it in the spring for summer stuff.

11/29

One of my favorite is taking people's christmas lawn decorations and placing them in sexual positions.

You can also make snow men accident scenes on peoples cars. My friend made a screw-man and snow-woman on my buds car.

Another one is snow-fitti, that's using snow to write obscene things on walls. There's no law against it that I know of.

12/1/10

In Spokane we get things called an ice storm. People think they know what this is... You don't. Unless you have lived without power in the middle of winter for more than three weeks because ice dropped the lines for miles in all directions... You don't. However, during an ice storm the rain will freeze when it hits the ground and everything. This can freeze cars in place and even kill people who are dumb enough to go out in it. Now for the good part. This creates a perfect mirror of ice on black top. Look for small cars stopped at red lights,that don't have snow tires. If you get three guys and hit a small car all together and push like linebackers, it goes flying into the curb. It doesn't damage the car... much... but the looks on the drivers faces when their moving side-ways is.... Bring a camera so you can take a picture of it to take with you.

 Also, if you don't already know this. In a suburban area, you can hop through yards faster than the cops can chase you in cars. This makes these games safer for you to get away with. I almost feel bad for those who don't know the freedom.

I'm so glad that cops don't have snow machines. lol

12/8/10

Another fun game is to wait in a hidden spot or hole with a ton of snowballs, by a street. Then as the cars come, throw the ball straight up in the air over the street and hide. By the time it comes back down, the driver will have no idea where it came from. Best done with friends in case the driver seeks you out.

If that doesn't do it for you. Get at least three of your friends and build the bottom part of a snow man. As long as you don't stop it can become the size of a car. lol The trick is to make sure it hasn't become too heavy before you've rolled it into the street. YES! Drunk drivers will hit them and not even damage their cars, but it's really funny anyway. If it's still snowing, even sober people hit them because they're hard to see. Nothing gets hurt, but someones pride and it's worth taking pictures. Sometimes even, the car will knock out the support of the huge ball and they have to dig themselves out of the ball. 

12/13/10

Most people don't know that running water cannot freeze. Some people use this to dress up christmas lights and stuff by letting it run down slowly, but....

What you can do is much more sinister. You just go up to your buds house and put his sprinkler by the front door for a bit. Then take the hose and sprinkler, drain them. Put them back where you found them, try not to leave foot prints and you buddy will wonder what force of nature froze the front door shut. This also works for cars, and just about anything of theirs that you wish to freeze to the ground.

Thinking about this again, I would say to reserve this for someone you don't want to like you. lol

12/20/10

Most people don't know how fun it can be to mess with other peoples heads. On this site however, this should be loved by all. Get all your warm white clothes and with a few com padres partially bury yourselves at different parts of the park. Then wait for someone walking through the snow and take turns making spooky noises. They will think all sorts of things from religious experiences to Sasquatch. It a patient activity, but all the more worth the end result. When you all pop out the snow at once an their crying.

Another good reindeer game is to combine the giant drunk driving ball with a little planning. See the huge ball picks up virtually all the sticky snow with its massive weight. Then with some planning you can write grotesque things that will be seen by passing planes. It's like crop circles because the ball erases your tracks. Plus because of the size of it, the authorities can't do anything to fix it till the snow melts. This is great for political messages or maybe a picture of a giant penis.

The last I'll share for today is front door fuck. You do this with gloves on to your worst neighbors. You make strange noises at the front door. Then when they come out to investigate, go in the back and lock the front door. Then retreat again out the back. They are locked out in the cold and have to rely on their only help... Their neighbor. This works great because once they are in your house relying on you for heat, you can do all sorts of fun pranks that remind them to never piss you off again. 

12/27/10

With a spray bottle lots of things are possible. You get hot water and put it in a spray bottle. You can use this on locks, car brakes, your friends butt. You can also use it it reinforce any snow structure you built because it freezes in seconds. Do know that the cops are wise to this one, so don't do anything stupid. Yes, you can freeze things to where they will possibly fall on people later, but as I said. They're wise to it and get really mad.

Also, if you're not from here and someone tells you that steel tastes like strawberries when it's cold, and you believe them. You asked to get your face stuck to whatever you licked. This is important to remember, because in that position you can either tear off some of your tongue or be defenseless.

If you come here and build your first snow man, put rocks in it. People here treat snow men like pumpkins on Halloween. If you put rocks in it, people who run it over or try and kick it hurt themselves.

The last one for today is mean. You take some temporary deicer that doesn't contain salt. Something like alcohol is best because it evaporates even at cold temperature. You then go to a steep hill and spray the snow on the road with it. Lets just say it becomes re-icer and that the people driving up the hill for an hour are not as fun to watch as the ones sliding down out of control.

I know I've been putting more good songs than original poetry, but if you didn't look any of those songs up to see how BD/SM, baddass, spiritual, important or romantic they are... Then you're a fool. A fool without the song that goes with it. 


Towering and Flowering
Rob D


Reload... Remove your joyless soul
Re-think... Reverse your logic just an inch

A living Cassonova, Gimme no butter
Gimme Moses or my mother
Gimme reasons to call no other
Give me something I like
Give me a chance, Give me some warning
Gimme no booze I need my senses for the morning
Need no reasons to drown this feeling
Gimme something I lack

For so long my mind was like a woe maker's song
My mood was drained of dreams
From now on my minds alive and leading me on
My mood has changed, my mood is strong

My mood has an altitude

So reload... Remove your joyless soul
Re-think... Reverse your largess, just an inch

A living paranoia, Gimme no bother
Give me Moses or my mother
Give me remedies like no other
Gimme something I like

For so long
My mind was like a woe maker's song
My mood was drained of dreams
From now on
My minds alive and leading me on
My mood has changed
My mood is strong


My mood has an altitude
So come on
My mood has an attitude



If I read another fucking profile, my eyes will fall out. I love this site.

I got another best answer on yahoo.  It was for eleven words that needed to be included in a poem. Like I needed an excuse, but I'm surprised it wasn't erased for content.

The words were:

Notorious
Apprehensive
Precarious
legacy
livid
somber
transitory
consistently
plausible
facetious
and digress

So I wrote:


A stranger,
notorious for the somber legacy,
of transitory questions and answers.
Lingers in my head consistently every morning.

With livid eyes
that mask a legacy
of precarious decision making.
Facetious iris's
hide any plausible hint of feeling,
and say "submit me".

I do digress when I look,
I should try not to look.
I should not try at all to look...... apprehensive.

Fyi, the synonym's for "spicy" and "rare", are "hot" and "raw".

Today I'm:

"Shady yet enlightened, confused by education, dying of beauty, accepting the powerfully passive scene and looking hungry for the heavy"

The Heavy, Colleen

She want everything
She want the Gucci and the Louis Vuittons
All the Juicy and Canary Blue
She want the kind of things that go with style

And she won't give it up
Until you give her just about enough
Those girls are so dangerous
It's enough to make ya love her bro

Now do you want that love?
Do you need that love?
It's gonna make you burn
It's gonna make you broke(that love is on your soal)

Talk Good Magazine
Checking out's the inner scene
Can't afford it but the credit's lean
Before she know it then she's in for g's

Now don't take it personal
If you're running with this kind of girl
I'm sure she's gonna rock your world
Like the way she won't rock with Earl

Now do you want that love?
Do you need that love?
It's gonna make you burn
It's gonna make you broke

Potugal. The Man
People Say


Save me, I can't be saved
I won't
I'm the presidents son
I don't need no soal

All the soldiers say,
"It'll be alright,
we may make it through the war
if we make it through the night"
All the people they sing,
"What a lovely day,
yeah we won the war.
May have lost a million men,
but hey we got a million more"
All the people they say

Share with me all of your pain
I won't
Share your love
I need all your love

Can't save me, I can't be saved
I won't
I don't need your love
I'm a presidents son

All the soldier say,
"It'll be alright,
we may make it through the war
if we make it through the night"
All the people they sing,
"What a lovely day,
yeah we won the war.
May have lost a million men,
well we got a million more"

All the people they say,

"It'll be alright"

It'll be right now!

 ?
?

Though I prefer women larger than me, I really love this song:

Bon Iver, Skinny Love

C'mon on skinny love just last the year
Pour a little salt, we will never leave
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer

Tell my love to wreck it all
Cut out all the ropes and let me fall
my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my...
Right in this moment, this order's tall

An I told you to be patient
An I told you to be fine
An I told you to be balanced
An I told you to be kind
An in the morning I’ll be with you
but it will be a different kine
I’ll be holding all the tickets
and you'll be owning all the fines

C'mon skinny love what happened here?  
Suckle on the hope in light braziers
my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my...
Sellin’ those fools so slow on the split

An I told you to be patient
An I told you to be fine
An I told you to be balanced
An I told you to be kind
Now all your love is wasted
Then who the hell was I?
Now I’m breaking at the britches
and at the end of all your lines

who will love you?
who will fight?
who will fall far behind?

Alphabet Poem (for Roger) --written by Jared Paul

Update of rhyme:

I wonder...
I still wonder,
how we're gonna pay for this
It spills, ill's the drill
I wonder why we kill the kids.
There's no will pill, no steely stolen skill,
just a swollen wheel barrow hero
and unpaid bills.

It's fixed
straight twisted.
They all know who it is,
they fixed it.
Sucks to be you, 
if  you miss that this system was made to piss on us; blissfully?
Had you ever thought that you were bought? Were you aware of what you aught?
Did you learn this lesson? Was it taught?
Did you surrender or just get dropped?
A criminal expects to get caught, like the man never gets shot
But here we are, ready or not?
All the people you've not yet fought.
Spin left so you wont get rocked or popped.
Like all the little posers 
with hot-dog and hamburger posturing.

All this time it's blamed on us?
Trip like a must.
We'll dust those that would brush us off busted.
Snuff those who would lie when they hustle
For turmoil is toil for bends of oil and toxic soil.
A darkness sun spoiling to a gassious boil.
The quiet sound of our dreams being systematically foiled.
With a sly shame aftertaste, from happily licking the sides of the broiler.

Fight back if you're pissed.
Then act like you didn't miss it.
The sign of the times that inspires this ryme.
Is shared by just about all of us.

Hold tough for long enough. 
Be the part and don't act touched.
Make it rough, call thier bluff,
stick it suck, *uck em' up.
Then send them sliding on their asses.
Their afraid, that we may be smelling it.
The same war and wares that their sellin'.
The markets swellin, and everyTHING looks so well an...
and Yet everyone's so sick?
While the leadership so quick to make excuses about these abuses.
Without anyone knowing what the truth is. How WILL it be, if we, put up with this?
How CAN anyone still be loving it? 
COULD we at least try telling the truth for a minute?
Put the party line on hold for a bit and just quit sickly quick digging the crude pits.

When's the future going to forgive us?

 
*My alarm clock rings*

Then it wonders what time it is and I show it the mirror.

I wonder if they know what we're thinking. 

Poetry, spoken word, hip hop, same thing.
To the tune of Bomb The System Dream Theme

I wonder...
I still wonder,
how we’re gonna pay for this

It spills, ill's the drill
I wonder why we kill the kids there's no will pill no steely stolen skill just a swollen wheel barrow hero and unpaid bills
It’s fixed, straight twisted
They all know who it is, They fixed it
Sucks to be us, if you missed that this system was made to piss on us; blissfully
Had you ever thought that you were bought?
Were you aware of what you aught?
Did you learn this lesson?
Was it taught?
Did you surrender, did you speak out, did you stand up and just get dropped? “A graffiti writer never expects to get caught,

just like a cop never expects to get shot” -Blessed  
But here we are, ready or not?
All the people you've not yet fought.
Spin left so you wont get rocked
Like all the little poses from the book of the hot-dog and hamburger posturing

 
All those times it''s blamed on us?
Trip like a must, we dust those that would brush us off busted Fuck those that have to lie when they hustle
For turmoil is toil,
it's the bends of oil and toxic soil
a darkness spoiling to a gas like boil the quiet sound of our dreams being systematically foiled With a side of shame aftertaste from happily licking the sides of the broiler.
 
Fight back if you're pissed
Then you'll act like you didn’t miss it
The sign of the times
that inspires this
Is shared by just about all of us

Hold tough for long enough
Act par, don't be too touched
Make it rough, call thier bluff,
stick it suck, fuck em’ up
Then send them sliding on their asses.
 
Their afraid, that we may be smelling it?
The same war and wares that their sellin'
The markets swellin,
and everyTHING looks so well an...  
and Yet everyone's so sick?
While leadership works so quickly?
to make excuses about these abuses
Without anyone even knowing what the truth is
When's the future going to forgive us?
How WILL it be, if we, put up with this? how CAN anyone still be loving it? COULD we at least try telling the truth for a minute? Put the party line on hold for a bit and just quit quick digging the crude pits. I plead PLEASE!!!

As my *Alarm clock rings*

Do they know that we're thinking?

Aggressive Care Animal Sale:


Ever get sick of dealing with other people's service animals that serve no purpose?

Ever wonder how it is that a pit-bull helps someone with emotional problems?

Ever not want to sit next to someone with stinky animals?


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Handle with care

Just another reoccurring theme that plays like a girl. Singing about a lack of understand for the world. Colorful shirts and earth tone skirts. Telling the truth in spurts. Especially if you know it hurts.

That woman always finds me, blinds me, minds me, ties me... To her beauty and then she tries me. Lies to me, disguises the bleeding and then begins to sing something errie. 

I think I may pick another for a mother, this is conditional though. Maybe she will read for the other another and move on with the show. Never knowing how much it is that I know, that she knows, that I know.

If she finds me before then and takes her place, then it's her I make. She I take, and us that takes the Ace.

If not then it will be your replacement.


As usual, I am imagining you with boils. Not from disease, but oil. Fueling the fire I light under your feet. The plan they lay to steal our dreams. I will torch you till there is nothing but ash... And then I will grow another plan from it fast. 
Journaling from the clay of soil and waste, from the mud of your own grave I will form you into something I can make safe. Something I can write with and name. Something that can't be burned again.
Smiling through the pain, I know you are me. Looking through my eyes I know that you see.
This is your future Journal. You are the Phoenix of my heart and the Leviathan of the tears that leak for no reason. You are my slave and myself.

(Sigh) Journal,

Go fuck yourself...

Then name it after me...

That is all.

I grind my teeth so hard it hurts everything. This is pathetic, ok, so if you don't wish to read yourself Journal... I understand.

I know what movie it was that broke my heart. I can feel it now as I listen to its music. I only say you broke my heart because it's funny. The movie was Bomb The System (2003) and it was this system that has bombed me.

I saw her yesterday Journal.

You know, the woman who you owe your existence to. You know this is true.

Now I want you to forget her. I told her I missed her. She said that she missed me too, like I knew.

I told her that she didn't have to lie or be sly and that I preferred that she didn't. Why? I can never tell if this girl is lying, and I don't think she can either.

I asked her if she wanted to feel where she broke my heart for a start. She was happy that I felt so little about us being apart.
I wasn't about to play. I do miss her today, the one woman in this town that I have no idea what to say around, and if I try it just guarantees the inevitable and impending turn; downward.
I do wish I could have that made, but I don't think I can lose my way, and that won't last, but what a catch, a flash and we are more and more the same.
She sang for me. I liked it a lot, but I didn't want to show I was caught. I did however know that if she doesn't will it in, and I don't force it then, we may never see each other; again.

I had to do the right thing and not speak.
I do miss her like a weakness. I couldn't tell her then, talking without words is a sin. It had to come as a text to her this morning, when, I thought it would be too early for her to be anything, but sleeping.

I text, "I'll miss you". An act I wish I could undo.
Unfortunately I forgot that she is quite the window rider and I am quite the mirror spider. So of course she was awake to my mistake and spake an immediate return space. 

First I received a question mark, showering and glowing in the dark...

then "I'll miss you too flip", stamped like I mint in increments of minutes.

I could have told her I loved her now, but I don't know how. It's just too heavy, not quite ready, maybe that makes it not quite right, and tonight I sleep alone thinking of her and the likes of my radio.
I think she understands, that was the best way, that I can say, goodbye, send and feel it at the same time. I pray she finds whatever it was she needed so badly, or finds that I am right about her and that she had it already, always was strong, everything she needed all along. All along the way home.

I don't just think I'm right most the time, I am... and it's always hard; Spinning plates.

Death to an idea and a black heart.

You should feel less worthless Journal. I'm never this emotional with anything or anyone else.

If you see that girl, don't tell her shit. Your literary survival depends on it.

Most not dear Journal,

I have reached a point of ageing, like a line not yet in my face that may find itself there one day.
I realized that every day that goes by that I don't have kids, lessens my likelihood of having them with someone who has not yet had them. Also, of finding a woman that is serious to me, who meets this previous condition.
(sigh)
Now take that by how many people like it how I do, divide by the percent of women that would even think of choosing me, multiply by how many women in ten I do find attractive in the least, factor in the exponential effect my personality has on others, the absence of a car over how much money is in my pocket, subtract my best attributes, now?the amount of days I have before thirty, added to the initial probability, against how many women could make it all the way to the end with me, absent of suicide, murder, or muder/suicide.

Ouch that's a big number!!!

Before you ask Journal, I was?not just throwing around a formula.?I bet you didn't think I knew the answer.?.?It is: 1023143 to 1.

Tell me about it. That is a really sad ratio considering how many underdeveloped countries there are full of women who would die to be an American. Seriously; a Deaf, blind,?midget would think I felt funny. An albino, in a wheelchair, with cancer?would say I should be them. A black banker would want to look at my credit.

There is however a light at the end of the tunnel. I can flip that. It's what I do.

Now don't say anything Journal. You might just kill my groove and set me on the right path.

Ass.

Flip On The Fly

Alright, Friday.

It started with a good hustle and progressed.
First I got one girl to get the other off orally. Then I put my choking belt around the givers neck. Then after starting the giver off, I choked the both of them as they got off. Guided and controlled the situation, then finished at my place by getting the giver off harder than she ever had before.

That's my thing. Getting to know that you make someone cum harder than anyone before is not just a mark of success, but skill and dedication.

That's my thing. This is the short version, but that's all you get.
Wish me luck and bring me more play, and only then Journal; will we talk.

Flip like a trip.
Look like a skip,
snap like a switch,
crack like a whip.
If it breaks more, takes more, fakes more. Then it burns like brush.

The real Flip is not brought to you by the internet.
Geo-social relations and outputs of the global economy will not change if we never meet.
Yesterday wasn't all that different than any day before, but tomorrow looks good.
The street don't change, the houses, or the names.
Just the people.

Forever changing is in essence staying the same.

Wanna know something about me.... I won't sell, I don't spell and I never spill.
I refuse to too.
Wanna impress me..?....
Say something new.
Be something different.
Do something infinite, and describe it to me.

Don't view hitting it off with me as a pass/fail. Odds are, you aren't the one, and that's not your fault.

I am the drunken master of social situations. Not that I drink; it's more like I never know what it is that I was doing... Until its all over.
Then and only then do I understand why I make the choices I do.
It feels less scripted that way; and no one can say that I knew all along... Even though I may have.

Innocent; no.
Aware of the complication of awareness; vaguely.
Prepared to take responsibility....
Never.

So, I don't know what I am going to do... Yet.

 End. 

Freeze Journal!


Bet you thought I was a cop.?.?

Between Swine Police and the Pork Virus, everyone is not having as much of a good time as I am.

I saved someone's life this weekend. I don't count it. If someone asked I've only saved two people. I say that because I gave my life to save those two. If I counted everyone I grabbed out of deaths grasp, I wouldn't be able to count it on my hands.
The sad part about this latest incident, is that everyone on the street just walked by as this man was seizing and choking on his own vomit.
The world is full of fucking cowards.
I'm always the leader when shit hits the fan. If you're ever dying in the street, hope I'm there to save you.

I'm way too street. I don't think I'm ever going to compromise my integrity to rub elbows with weak hill scum.
I got a verbal invitation to join the order. Eh, I don't think much of child molestation, delusions of grandeur, and the elite. Plus I have faith in more than money.
I half thought about it. As like a social experiment. Problem is that I don't care for silver spoons and white collar wastes of space.

Flip's collar is black.

More than that happened this weekend, but as usual I only share what I think you should know.
If you want the whole story, you have to come along to see it for yourself.
Odd coincidence, I got called a beautiful man by three different guys... Unrelated as well. I wonder what it is that makes me.... I don't know, what do you think draws so many strange and rejected people to me?

Eh, I don't care what you fuken think anyway Journal. I know the answer.
I think it's because I am patient, understanding and accepting. People I think can sense that. I am the king of the non-fit for society. The mold of the self sculpted.

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P.S. Remember this for me.... Trip-hop, Sick-hop and Glitch-hop. My new favorite music types.

A needle in time.

Stab, cut, rip

Simple, sinister and sick

A little thread strung tight to the distant past; passes.

It stings a stainless slip

Pinching the saddest stitch

One prick pains far past the point of injury.

Scar my skin with embroidery

Put me together carefully  

The scar reminds me

That glue was never much more than temporary.

Tie the knot fast

Before the final die is cast

At last!

The way I am; is a continued work in progress.

The rags are a mess

Stuff the last straw best

Filled with a fabric brain and paper heart

It?s a hard start

To a finished work of art

A needle in time sews the way.

Journal of my design,

I read in profiles about how people hate the dumb, and people who waste time...

This is the internet, it is made to cater to the stupid and is designed to waste your time.

Get over it.

The truth can be ugly, that might explain why so many people choose to lie.



Oh and Journal, I forgive you, but I can't call back the hit... I've already paid in full.

Trip like I do Journal.

Notice:
I am adding the letter 'fuck' to the rest of the alphabet.
It is now W, X, Y, Z and Ð.
Please draw your attention to the fact it looks like an ass sideways... In a white van... Covered in blood... Near a local water source.

There are no other letters being added at this time.

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Journal worthy admission,


I can catch flies. I've never been fast, but I am unbelievably quick. I've always been quicker than everyone. I think it's because I think really fast. No one ever believes that I can catch flies until they see me catch one right out of the air. It takes a bit of precognitive ability, because you don't aim where the fly is, but where it is going to be.
There are a lot of strange things about me that people never believe until they see or experience it for themselves.
On my old ID, my eye color is Hazel. On my license it says my eyes are Blue. Because my eyes change color like a mood ring, and with the change of the seasons.
My white skin tans so bad that people will guess I'm Mexican.
My hair bleaches out and I have natural highlights.
I told my Grandmother that I could sing really well. She thought I was full of it until I sang for her and now she knows. Now she tells everyone. Uhg LOL.
Many people don't believe that I can run on my knuckles until they see it. Then they know.
There are many more strange amazing things about me, but I'm not about to tell you Journal. You expose yourself to too many people.

You know what Journal? You should be in a cage, and have a warning label. What is the warning label for crazy bitch? The censor should make one. It would save me a lot of time.
Advisory, my journal is the only bitch I will tolerate, and I usually don't.

?6.9 of 7 deadly sins. Version?9.12 of 10.


Anger is the taste of your blood in your mouth, as it pours like warm water out of your?head, pumped by?a sick heart and witnessed by?the likely soon deceased.

Hate is?a cavalier caviar, and champagne.?Empty feeling for?the killing of?a million babies that were the?eggs of an endangered species. Before you chewed them into extinction easily; to the tickle of bubbly.

Revenge is not a dish best served cold. Revenge is a familiar smell of hell. One you remind your enemies of; when they take their last breath as human garbage. It's the stink of ionized air and iron. Blood spraying out of your mouth as you scream them the?tortured sounds of?an?oily?red?oblivion.

Lab samples?are my dark mark on the world's works?of worthlessness,?spatter pattern hemo-art uselessness, curled and hurled?like fists?of faceless muzzle flashes, the?un-words of twisting ballistics, and?the high velocity of?metal cartridges. Rorschach rapture revealed in random acts of violence. Concealed like weapons, and?coins?in the mouths of the silent.
Making you a myth like Pilate.

Death is not real I feel, life is only a dream like film reel, or a nightmare you can?t wake up from.
Shown frame by frame,?for?the investigation,?or played over and over?before?your?electric wake. Secreted and?spread out for sum sake,?in the benefit?of a black light;?bed sheets made tight, to?right the?last nights?crimes of?sex?and?fighting.
It's a counter?culture Petri dish that is always lying. Time of death is defying. The prosecution implying what you have already?denied.?

Evil is the profession of politicians, confessed in their last polluted moments?to assassins. Endless loneliness of willing participants, bound by their cowardly involvement, in their own assaults on the innocent, interests?laying?in the realm of?accidental entrapment.
Yet still?too afraid to kill themselves.??

Sleep is only a way to pass a day or a dime,
and dreams are always warnings that make you feel like dying.?A warning?that there is more to come; always....
Fact?like dream findings.
A half awake kind of frightened.

Get a?fate and break it, fake it,?before faith gets you blanketed. In other words, always?be first to move; or you choose to?lose.?

Time; it?spends harder than money, is less useful and drags the soul of a man out to crucifixion.?A tempest reminder that pain and humiliation?is always a?guarantee?to those with a?soft spot for anyone.

Darkness is what cannot be seen, felt or known. A sight for space?and satellites,?tube for a socialite, and brought to you by the machines of our own cruel liking. Polished to its creators image,?with crude oil samples and a dollar bill lining.
It is true that they are always watching.

I'm tired. Tired of the rest of the restless. The unknown drone of helplessness. Take my gun and end this mindlessness. Donate me to the abyss and sleep me?with the rest of ignorant, or do yourself first and I won?t miss, or let me?do you; one last time?in all?gracelessness, spreading me around you like?paper leaflets,?landing on us painless, still so envious of?the feel of?it,?lest my own reflection eye the mirror's cleanliness, and?I; the?endless.?

This song is not by Kanye West
Its by
Daft Punk
Harder Better Faster Stronger

Work it
Make it
Do it
Makes us

Harder
Better
Faster
Stronger

More than Power
How were never

Ever After Work is Over

Work it Make it Do it Makes us

Harder Better Faster Stronger

Work it Harder
Make it Better
Do it Faster
Makes us Stronger

More than Ever
Hour after Hour
 Work is never Over

Work it Harder
Make it Better
Do it Faster
Makes us Stronger
More than Ever
Hour after Hour
 Work is never Over

.....

Work it Harder
Make it Better
Do it Faster
Makes us Psycho
More than Ever
Hour after Hour
 Work is never Over

Work it harder
Do it Faster
More than Ever
How our work is never over

Work it Harder
Make it Better
Do it Faster
Makes us Stronger
More than Ever
Hour after Hour
 Work is never Over

The Journal,


I wrote this to someone and I thought it was worth recoding here.

"Real relationships, friends or lovers are better built by considerate letters."

I may make it into a poem later. It has meaning to me.

This is why whoever I meet here; I will only communicate with here.
I have a close pen-pal I built this way. You know who you are.

Not you Journal, I still think you're crap.

Things are so much better when we pretend

Hard like frozen ground

Concrete where the black pavement ends

Dirt road sanity lying around
 

Light looks so much better at night

The sound off the walls of a quiet room

A dark spot in the sun
Spots on a sudden bloom

A full moon
Cloud smoke like a plume

Playing out a tune
Of a deafening boom

It's always too soon

I found this and it reminded me of a recent journal entry. I don't believe in coincidence so I am posting it here for good measure.
Not to mention, NIN is my favorite band and I just love all the BD/SM undertones. The drums lines of gun shots, whipping sounds, suttle background screams and subliminal messages.
 I like Metal; don't you?


Zero Sum
Nine Inch Nails


They're starting to open up the sky.
They're starting to reach down through,
and it feels like we're living in that split-second
of a car crash.
And time is slowing down
and if we only had a little more time
then this time
is all we have.
Do you remember the time we
and all the times we
and should have
and were going to.
I know.
An I know you remember.
How we could justify it all.
An we knew better,
in our hearts we knew better
and we told ourselves it didn't matter.
And we chose to continue.
And none of that matters anymore.
In the hour of our twilight.
 Soon it will be all said and done
and we will all be back together as one.
If we will continue at all.



Shame on us.
We're doomed from the start.
May god have mercy
on our dirty little hearts.
Shame on us
for all we have done
and all we ever were,
just zeros and ones.



And you never get away.
And you never get to take the easy way.
And all of this is a consequence,
brought on by our own hand.
If you believe in that sort of thing.
And did you ever really find
when you closed your eyes
any place that was still
and at peace.
And I guess I just wanted to tell you
as the lights start to fade,
that you're the reason
that I am not afraid.
And I guess I just wanted to mention
as the heavens will fall,
we will be together soon
if we will be anything at all.



Shame on us.
We're doomed from the start.
May god have mercy
on our dirty little hearts.
Shame on us
for all we have done
and all we ever were,
just zeros and ones.

Incubus
The warmth

I'd like to close my eyes, go numb,
but there's a cold wind coming from
the top of the highest high-rise today.
It's not a breeze 'cause it blows hard.
Yes and it wants me to discard
the humanity I know,
watch the warmth blow away.

So don't let the world bring you down.
Not everyone here is that fucked up and cold.
Remember why you came and while you're alive
experience the warmth before you grow old.

So do you think I should adhere
to that pressing new frontier?
And leave in my wake a trail of fear?
Or should I hold my head up high
and throw a wrench in spokes by
I?m leaving the air behind me clear

So don't let the world bring you down.
Not everyone here is that fucked up and cold.
Remember why you came and why you're alive
experience the warmth before you go.

The Journaling Destroyer:

I read The Catcher in the Rye five times when I was young, hoping I would discover some sort of answer.
Other than that I am The Catcher In The Rye.

I thought that at the end of this matrix I would find the way out.
All I found out was that I remain an inmate  for now, in the prison for the mind.

When I was in love, I thought it would never end.
It ended with the same ferocity that it began.

I died once and have no idea how it is that I am still here.
I guess we?re all doing time.

At the times I was at my best, I saw my worst and the worst of it all? Of us all.
In the exact moment I learn a new truth, I let go of another.

A person can only serve one master without offending another.
I found in this that I can?t even serve myself.

I have found that there are no friendly cards.
No gentle faces and that beauty is a cruel mistress.

Seems to me that there is no answer.

I have forgotten more than most people will ever know.

I have many answers to many questions, and many answers to the same question.

All that I have found in this; is that I don?t like the answers.

This reminds me?

Even when I am happy I try and not lose my head. I wasn't born the type of person to always be suspicious. Through many bad experiences I have learned a special vigilance. This almost makes me a bit jealous that some people have lived such gentle lives that they feel they can afford to be? Gentle.

Maybe in time I will learn how to be the light love that I once was, but that time is found in time. Both being another illusion inside the illusion.

It makes me laugh a bit when people play like they can really understand. It?s like a self help asshole that really thinks they know the answer, a counselor or medical professional that pretends to care. Another cunt telling you you?re fine, while writing down that you aren?t. It?s the most obvious negation of their premise. Because if they did know the truth, then they would either die, go insane or kill themselves.

This may explain why it is that I am a bit insane, a little dead inside, and a destroyer.
Also why some jobs have such high suicide rates and turnover.

Ever been in one of those moods where everything looks flammable?

Journal,
I'm feeling Catholic,
So it's confession time.

My friend Mentz, here Phreak666, is such an asset. He taught me so many tricks. Like trying everything, then cheats in this life come to you.
He just hacked my cell-phone and set up my answering service. I leave it off so I don't get messages... Bastard!

You know that girl that called you harmless Journal? She thought I was harmless until I dropped her today :[i]
I used a trick and saw she was trying to run game on me. So, in an act of poetic justice I'm trading up on her. LOL! I like smart girls anyway.
None of the other scandalous women slip that easy. It was like ice and a banana.

Here's the confession:
First date I had her exposed in a public park and getting her off without even touching the pussy. I almost tore out her nipple rings. I did tear the skin and left marks all over. 
Never underestimate my ability to pull the masochist out the common female and misuse anyone I come in contact with.
You know I even got permission to post about her.
We were barely out of first gear and the tires weren't hooking up, so I would have had to do it sooner or later. I need that drive, that push.

Truth hurts 101
class of undone fun.
Game for the swift one
it is where I come from.

Go trump a punk, skunk.
Go trade a scheme, skeet.
I'll beat on a new drum
and you can get the fuck on.

I again came correct,
didn't get my respect,
law in effect,
the rest was rested.
It's my special affect,
I need no outlet,
I'll inlet the Fet,
Timing; perfect.

Playlist A-list Sadist.
Hurt you less aimest.
Saying it in the plainest.
This way it's painless.

I flip that shit like a mix,
one sick switch wont miss.
My pick slips the pitch,
my slick kiss sticks quick,
Now I got tricks...

TY Mentz

Hey Journal,

Check this out. LOL I am seeing this girl, and before I went to meet her, I had her read you. You know, just for a taste of what she might be in for. Granted I don't put the worst of my doings online, but that isn't the funny part.
The funny part is that she called you "harmless".
LMAO! You are such a pussy.
I would have talked so much more shit to you, had I known how lightly people take you.
So, eh hem. How does it feel to be a bitch; bitch!?! HA HA HAHAHAH!
You're almost a children's story.
I'm not even going to tell you any of my evil games, or generally what I have been doing. Especially because a sub called you "not that bad", you're not even worth spitting on. I couldn't even dignify you with my piss.
She thinks I'm harmless too, LMAO! I'm so glad I'm not as two dimensional as you are. Be glad I'm in the third demented. Otherwise you wouldn't even exist.
I feel like putting a firecracker in your mouth and taping it shut. Only because it costs less than a bullet.

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Discipline


I stay awake;
awaiting the crack between worlds.
I plant the paint with my life, my right, my whole.
I use my mouth to see at night, my fight, my pearl.
My spit spirit like a knife, and my soul spread unfurled.

Something stands behind me and guides my hand.
Walking on the sea, I'm swimming in the land.
The real life isn't real, this I do understand.
The world will give way to my place, my ways, my day, my plans.

The light strikes my eye, the colors range.
I am never afraid of why; something remains.
Unsaid, unwed, unnamed, unenchanted, unchanged.
Those who move with the tide, unthought, unbought, and unclaimed.

Run my water through a seive and sigh.
Once again I'm not afraid to die.
Mark my border with a darkness,
and have the path lined with my mind.

Show the light bright 
And empty my heart.
My body is a work of work, 
My life; 
is a work of art.


-Don Flip

 

I'm the Flip-a-pealar,
good and evil tree killer.
Surviving on a diet of the hardest to kill and snatch catch,
and the defenseless leaf and seed of a shaded planet aftermath.

Full of the dead would be captors.
Dispatched by the darkness of a serial raptor.
Silent laughter of the forest forever everafter.
Line up for the slaughter.

The Bad Male Mantid that ate the female first,
purely out of a sickening thirst. 
Eggs and all, my consented exalted assault;
not my fall, so not my fault. 

My collaring colors should have led the random nymph to discover, 
I was a paralyzingly poisonous lover, 
with a venom kiss hid undercover.

In this time, I'm cocooning.
My transformation of silk blooming.
Fed on the froth of my wroth,
I'll emerge a Nightshade Black Spidermoth.

Slow down slower

I can take it lower

I?m the end of the month bar go-er

Scandalous hoenomic mower

It's my culture cultured

Bird of prey amongst vultures

own the town beer to beer coaster

roused silver white bread toaster


It's my damn nature

Your seat's not off the radar 

right in front of the spectators

I play the violator


Sliding the slit with coercion

Flip 2.0 version

You got a public insertion

and I cooked up the perversion


I won?t fold or overload

I had to force you down in the cold

Got you up mumblin somethin

th-th-th-that sounds like m-m-morse code

S.O.S. your bestest

I?m not like the rest is

I?m hard to impress chick

and not easy to mess with
 

I'm even harder to threaten

I called that bluff you were bettin

took you down in the middle of town

and had you exposed and sweatin 

Doing things that could get us arrested

I must attest that

the caress is held suppressed

Until my behavior is tested


Temperature zero hero

In the snow ready to go

Bellow you know

is the drunk leftover of you, that WAS unknown

Now your covers blown

I'll leave you alone

On the basic fact that I tapped that ass

that's already owned


I got that on top rock

No brakes, No stop

Set your dizzy head up

For the parking lot shock


I do a little pleasing

because she didn't know she's this easy

to get wet and set on a bet

without even leaving


Tore the dress some more

Now I bet she feels like a real whore

For her it's a whiskey special

Not knowing that I've done this before.


Cuz I'm for sure

I got the pure un-pure

Had the reins of her hair

and that butt in the air


Go ahead


Say it's that you were impaired

You forgot my name; so there

Now it doesn't even matter where

Because I wasn't even there


Slimmer man; glimmer man

an invisible under handed

quaint Fuckuistan brand

That all went according to how I planned it.


Now I kept your sweater

Reminder of our double header

Add a "I just met her" mark on my dumb bitch ledger

The scoreboard of a pussy made redder

With a touch of, "Now you know better"

You're just another Heather

made a show in the cold weather


Shown for a bitch
in a simple manner

in a quick minute easy bader

Done master bastard astro

By a salad tosser castro

Fine syntactics made a new low,

but I remember your addy though.....

In case I wanted your man to know, and maybe another go at it; Hoe.



Why are so many hoes named Heather?

I should have titled the rant that.

Oops. Shouldn't have dissed me.

Sincerely
Flippopotamus Socialist Most you'll get in one sick sitting mess
Un-Humorist Accedes
Prosecretionist
Walking Abyss Abacus

P.S.
I never use names unless
You get me pissed
Bitch 

EVERYONE SHOULD READ THIS!
I saw this commercial for ITT Tech's Criminal Justice Program.....
Yeah, some dude was brushing a fragment of a tire in the advertisement. Why would a person do that? What evidence would be gained by this?
This just proves that law enforcement is fucking stupid.
Joining law enforcement is a stupid test. Only an idiot would try a stupid test. That's the test; Stupid!
It's like that Are You Smarter than a 12 year Old program on TV. If you signed up to be tested, you should have known you were being set up.
It's the same with being an undercover cop. It should have occurred to your lack of a brain, that you're the bad guy somewhere around the point you were using drugs in order to catch druggies and committing crimes.
I have never had a gun pointed at me by other criminal types. Yet, I have had a gun held to my head by a cop 3 times in my life. Even more interesting, all three times it was a mistake and I was innocent...... Well; I'm not innocent, but I didn't do what they thought I did.
Once I was being arrested for dope, because I was skinny. Wrong place wrong time, I don't use dope.
Another, an officer pulled me over for going 85 in a 25 mile an hour curve, and he thought I stole my own car.
The last, I went to a gun shop and the owner had turned on the security system and left the door unlocked; on Memorial Day. The one day a place that sells guns should be open to, I don't know; sell guns. The cops thought I was robbing a gun store.
Truth is: If you're honest with professional criminals, you have nothing to fear.
If you're honest with cops, they will arrest or shoot you. Feds are even worse.
"The Bill or Rights has been replaced with the Patriot act and Homeland Security."
REMBER PEOPLE, MOST OF WHAT GETS US OFF IS A CRIME IN ALL 50 STATES.

It seems to me that we have a similar problem, Journal.

I think we both have a thing for creeps.

That girl I was trying to get.....

Turned out she already has three guys. Not a boyfriend, 3 guys.

One that lives at her house, a second she see's on the side and allows to think they are steady and that the other is just a roommate, and then another that she cheats on the both of them with. WTF would a person even call that? She's not even a Dom, but a sub. Wow! That girl needs a collar.

She was still into me alright, but I told her that her life was a little "busy". Oh wow, that was all I could think of to call it. I have better things to do than to shew three dudes off of a bitch.

Is there anything interesting that happened to you over the weekend Journal?

Didn't think so.

For future reference: When setting a hoe trap, bait it with money.

Check this Journal. This woman (girl) on another site wrote to me that I was, "so gorgeous".
So, I wrote this back to her:

I should warn you that I'm 30lbs heavier now than I was in those pictures. I'm still pretty solid, but I'm no longer missing a butt. Yes, this implies that I once had an absence of one, AKA a place my back met my legs. Plastic chairs were once a sliding hazard, so I was unable to sit in them.

I should also remind you that though I'm a genius, I'm a total fuck up. It's like a skill of mine.

I drive a POS as well. I call it The POS and sometimes kick it really hard.

Other things you should know:

I wear nothing, but black. Yes, this means every day.

I'm religious, I'm just not sure what religion I am, probably one of the Christian ones. Yes, that means I pray and believe in stuff.

I don't have sex anymore, I just don't want to with just anyone. I'm sick of fucking someone and not remembering their name.

Animals and kids love me, and I no longer have any particular interest in either. I even hate some of them.

Many horrible things have happened to me and I don't care to talk about it with anyone, but my shrink. Yes, that means I go to counseling, and yes my counselor thinks I'm insane, though she patronizes me (lies), if I ask.

I am experienced in BDSM, and other sexual activities that do not contain intercourse..... For now. Because I say.

I constantly see really deep into things. So deep it scares the normal person if I tell them what I know, and I don't usually care to do so.

I love to eat meat, and do not feel bad for the animals I ingest.

Death does not scare me, but many other things do. Such as: Banshees, gay bouncers, gay police officers (that means 90% of them), white vans, meth, and gypsys.

My eyes are always circled black. I'm not sure why, maybe it's an iron thing.

People think I am funny, often because they think I am joking; when I'm not.

I can't be around things and told not to touch them; I will.

Now; this is way past the part that you should be totally freaked out. Yes that is a normal reaction. I don't stalk; people, but people after reading something I have written, like this letter, often may get the impression that I do, and yes; I would not be surprised. Because I have been asked.

Lastly, I may be a closet Supervillain.

With that; do you still think I'm gorgeous? Or fucken scary as hell? LMAO, and yes it's a crazy mad kind of laughter. The kind you hear emanating from dark castles, laboratories, haunted houses, semi-trucks, and alleys.


Let's see if I get a reply.

So, I was hangin out with this dude last night. Born in the same town as me and I had never met him before.
My new heroes list goes:
Hulk Hogan
Barak Obama
This guy
He had a new 2008 Cadillac CTS.
This dude was turning a car that obviously wasn't his, sidways, at 60, on ice, like it wasn't no thing.
Then when we got back to the bar, he takes the finest chick in the bar and fucks her right in the car in front of the bar without tinted windows where we all can see.
Ice drifting a heavy car is a skill all in its own. He said he was a car salesman, but I think he stole it. Because he drove it like he stole it, and was shifting through the I-pod playlist like he had never seen it before; while drifting the car.
So, he's outside and gives this girl 25 minutes of pleasure on display. Then the girl comes back in with a smile and a high step and he is already gone. Spun the car in a 740 for fun as he left.
This dude was bald, short, and didn't talk much, but the way he handled that car, I would of almost been his girlfirend; LOL J/K. I flet safe though, like is was normal to be drifting. I'm not surprised he gets so much tail. SHit. It was like floating and drunk ass dreaming at once.
He's one of my new heros and I bet me and that girl don't even remember his name Journal. I'm a be that cool someday. Except I don't give a shit about the girl. This CTS was stock and he drove it like a race car. Imagine what I could do with my knowledge of modification. I miss my modified GTP.
I used to love to eat other tuners for lunch.

Time to give credit
to a sudden nauseous headache
brought on by the bull of the bulliest bullet
brought to you by english rhetoric

People do sweat it
the cautious likely bandit
that steals your dreams and edits them
sewing you like a sedative

Am I interested in the narrative
of a concise action of conscience
that buries the lottery of your auctioned
mayberry nonsense

I conclude I don't have the foggiest
perception or the longest
inception of creation
leading to an to answer for the duration

In other words; (see previous journal entry)