People are dumb and selfish.
It's so frustrating.
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Friday, November 30, 2007
We shall never inhale
Religion is a joke. A complete fucking joke. A lady at work today stopped me in the hallway and asked what was on my shirt. I told her that is was a random death metal logo and she said, "are those the bands that hate jesus?" I said, I dunno. She grabbed her cross that was hanging on her neck, looked straight into my eyes and said, "You know what, I got the faith and they don't. I know where I'm going and they know where they are going. You shouldn't promote hatred like that or you will be going there with them." I stood there for a second and my manager, who I was walking with, grabbed me and pulled me in the opposite directions before I could get out a word.
Pretty awesome. Pretty fucking awesome.
My mind is racing but my hands are remarkable steady.
Pretty awesome. Pretty fucking awesome.
My mind is racing but my hands are remarkable steady.
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Disconnect
Getting blood draw is pretty cool. It's a odd feelingto have the blood rush out of your body so quickly. As I was holding my fist, I felt my grip get weaker and weaker. It's almost a rush but without the blood. No pun intended.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Peep the transcript, son.
Hold up, hold up. Let me get my Ipod loaded up before I start poppin off.
There we go, I just want to celebrate, honestly. New Ghostface is going happy man.
The nerve, you know who I'm talking about. Breastfeeding women. It's amazing-they think just cause they got nutted in and popped out a baby that they have the right to show their tits in public. Listen, you self righteous bitches: When I come to work, I come to work. When I walk my ass up to the cafe to get a snack, I don't want to see you sitting there with you tit hanging out feeding your seed.
And when someone comes over and ask you to at least cover yourself up a bit, don't get all fucking uptight saying, "I don't care, it's my body". Yeah problem is, NO ONE WANTS TO SEE YOUR BROKE ASS TITTIES.
Good one. That reminds me, I forgot how much it bothers me that someone blatantly, and sometimes even glorifies being a complete prick. Listen, I know having confidence is one thing, but trying to act like a prick to make yourself feel better and show other people you aren't weak is, perhaps, the most idiotic thing I've ever witnessed. Check your sneakers at the door or if you want, keep burning your bridges.
Playlist for your face:
Ghostface Killah - The Big Doe Rehab
Jesu - Jesu
There we go, I just want to celebrate, honestly. New Ghostface is going happy man.
The nerve, you know who I'm talking about. Breastfeeding women. It's amazing-they think just cause they got nutted in and popped out a baby that they have the right to show their tits in public. Listen, you self righteous bitches: When I come to work, I come to work. When I walk my ass up to the cafe to get a snack, I don't want to see you sitting there with you tit hanging out feeding your seed.
And when someone comes over and ask you to at least cover yourself up a bit, don't get all fucking uptight saying, "I don't care, it's my body". Yeah problem is, NO ONE WANTS TO SEE YOUR BROKE ASS TITTIES.
Good one. That reminds me, I forgot how much it bothers me that someone blatantly, and sometimes even glorifies being a complete prick. Listen, I know having confidence is one thing, but trying to act like a prick to make yourself feel better and show other people you aren't weak is, perhaps, the most idiotic thing I've ever witnessed. Check your sneakers at the door or if you want, keep burning your bridges.
Playlist for your face:
Ghostface Killah - The Big Doe Rehab
Jesu - Jesu
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Welcoming you home
napoleon vs. 1821
you, me and the unlikely story of the relationship that never was
the sleeping giant dislikes new york
don't open your mouth you gutless twat
logic and its greatest invention
there is no god but unicorns are pretty sweet
spreading the butter onto death
wake up just to fuck irish spring
your scene card has an expiration date
religion and the imploding world
digital love and internet
a happy marriage grew a beard
splicing wrists and welding one night stands
botox and the whore you re sleeping with (your face looks like a puckered asshole)
you had me at "you fucked her?"
sweet nothings are really just nothing you dense fucker
motionless sex
the portrait of a rapist
rainbows and gasto-intestinal surgery
glorified typewriters and my best friends suicide note
we got along so well when she died
air-plane bathrooms
pictures of us never turned out
good-bye break-up sex
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