Before I Go

It seems the only one that wants me is one I dare not want, and despite my attempt to not give a shit I find myself feeling sad & alone, unable to satisfy the most basic needs of human interaction. So I'm giving myself a deadline, quite literally in this case. Should things not be looking up within a month, drastic measures shall be taken to prevent them from ever looking anywhere.

Fucking Nubs

This somehow manages to be funny, sad, pathetic and just plain fucking not cool.

Yes, this is idiots breaking into a warehouse...and stealing Halo 3 before you can legally buy it, fucking nubs.

I Feel So Raped

So I've discovered the truth I've said time & time again, but somehow always doubted. I'm damaged goods. Battered & Broken, Misused & Abused. I can run through the motions, say all the right things at exactly the right time, but I'll never again mean them. Oddly enough at one point this would have saddened me, it seems however I've become numb to this now too. It's no big deal anyway, it's not like I'm actually the type to sit around stuck to some ball & chain so I guess there's no real loss to anyone. It's not like I could ever trust anyone enough to let them inside, so I guess in a way this is just saving some poor girl the frustration of trying to get close to me. Lucky her.

Dead On.

Seether - Fake It

Whose to know if your soul will fade at all
The one you sold to fool the world
You lost your self-esteem along the way
Good god, you're coming up with reasons
Good god, you're dragging it out
Good god, it's the changing of the seasons
I feel so raped, so follow me down

Fake it if your out of direction
Fake it if you don't belong
Fake it if you feel like infection
Whoa, your such a fucking hypocrite

You should know that the lies won't hide your flaws
No sense in hiding all of yours
You gave up on your dreams along the way
Good god, you're coming up with reasons
Good god, you're dragging it out
Good god, it's the changing of the seasons
I feel so raped, so follow me down and just...


Fake it if your out of direction

Fake it if you don't belong
Fake it if you feel like infection
Whoa, your such a fucking hypocrite

I can fake with the best of anyone
I can fake with the best of them all
I can fake it with the best of anyone
I can fake it all

Whose to know if your soul will fade at all
The one you sold to fool the world
You lost your self-esteem along the way
Good god, you're coming up with reasons
Good god, you're dragging it out
Good god, it's the changing of the seasons
I feel so raped, so follow me down and just...

Fake it if your out of direction
Fake it if you don't belong
Fake it if you feel like infection
Whoa, your such a fucking hypocrite

The Warthog

Many of you doubted me when I found a rumor and a picture of a Warthog, built to match the legendary Halo Warthog's. You said it looked CGI, it was a hoax...it was fake....I was wrong, Fuck yall for doubting cause bitch that mother fucker is real. It's on youtube right now bitches Go, See, Admit Your Defeat.

The Insanity That Is Me

So, who here would willingly work a 4-1 am shift.....stay up all night, and go back to work at 7:30 to help your manager move?......yea, I did that....Fucking fun actually, cept for ya know the severe lack of sleep and mild delusional episode during the drive home....and that strange numb sensation in my right thumb...ah well fuck a duck with a brillo pad and beat that son of a bitch till he bleeds. I'm tired yet refuse to sleep, so weird saying s& twisted meanings is what you'll get.

9-11 Rant

So it seems like everything is all fine & dandy, seems like everyones almost forgot the importance of the yesterday. Few remembered (or simply no longer care) the terrible events that took place this very day, six years ago. This is simply unacceptable. History happened, people bleed & died in the streets buried under hundreds of tons of debris, they were burned alive with jet fuel or fell to their death thousands of feet below. Now those of you who read the shit I post here should recognize the sheer contradiction in my normal thinking process here, which only amplifies how fucked up it is that so few actually gave a shit on this day. What about how how by this time (2:58 am, 9-12-01) thousands of people were hoisting American flags, unified in ways this country has already forgot? Why about all those ribbons you paid overinflated prices for just because it showed that you cared? What about the tattoo's you got, or the banners, signs, whatever you made to express your support? Where the fuck was that yesterday? What about all those "These color's don't run" shirts, hats, bands, whatever else they had? What about "We'll never forget" Yea....Well never just ain't forever in this damn country now is it mother fuckers?

When I'm Sober, Life Bores Me

"All I need is a bottle, and I don't need no friends, no
Wallow in my pain, I swallow as I pretend
To act like I'm happy, when I drink till no end, no"

The truth in music is so plainly bold, yet so often overlooked and ignored by the masses of fans. Only those that can relate, ever truly notice the depth and meaning that makes the beating heart of a good song. Sadly, those that notice this are often victims. I am one such victim, for while I am not an alcoholic by any means, the only time I'm ever truly happy is when I'm shitfaced.

So I fill my days with fruitless entertainment, knowing full well it'll never actually satisfy me. Each day drags on, every task begins dull it all becomes so pointless....until that booze hits my blood and I become something else. Perhaps I should become an alcoholic, at the very least I'm far happier in that state and it seems I'm also considerably more entertaining as well.

Lord Of The Dead

In Hells Kingdom I Serve....to do the bidding of the King Hades, and his bidding is clear finally. The reason why I'm still here on this cursed planet, is to convert those that can be converted....and to kill the rest of you. The world before you is just a facade for underneath the true battle wages every hour, measured in the final beats of dying hearts the currency of the realm the blood of the fallen. I give you now this chance to cleanse your soul repent, recognize the faults of this world and you can still be saved.....continue to live in ignorance and your blood will be spent.


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The Absence of Light

Halloween, Ah the horror, the bloodshed, the nice young tits bouncing around on the big screen....no matter how many times they make another one you'll never tire of this glorious combination. Honestly can you think of a better combination that would continually draw in hundreds of thousands of horny, bloodthirsty, sadistic and let's no forgot totally psychopathic consumers into dark stuffy rooms with overpriced food & drink? I sure can't.

And damn you all for even trying. Micheal Myers is a legend, one of the few media icons I actually admire and in s twisted way, love & respect. There's nothing darker or more sinister then pure evil armed with a blade and tossed into the body of a child.....Oh yes, Dr. Loomis was right "These eyes will destroy you." Someday some poor bastard is finally gonna push me that one step to far, and honestly I hope I have the raw cold hearted sickness required to start my own legacy following in this psychopath's footsteps. Pretty fucked up huh? Blame Society, for I am a product of your abuse, your neglect, your cold hearted indifference. Maybe there's a little Micheal Myer's in all of us.

How High

So.....Saturday night = the pwnzer, with the sole exception of Seavey's practically BEGGING for an ass kicking, that ignorant fuck probably still doesn't have a clue how close he was to getting brutally murdered....ah well, I broke my foot off in his ass a couple times so maybe he'll learn something....(doubtful) Ah but now for the funny shit, Now either Im immune to the canubis or as everyone keeps telling me your first time doesnt ever do ANYTHING to you.....which makes me wonder how the fuck anyone ever discovered it's effects in the first place because seriously, if you smoked something and nothing happened, why the fuck would you do it again?....crazy fucking Indians and shit, only they would keep puffing on shit for no obvious reason

Ah well, bottom line Saturday rocked, if you weren't there fuck you, if you were, Rock On You Crazy Mother Frakker.