Seasonal Lull

Only hot sex can pull me out of my seasonal lull, yeah, absolutely, the season being winter, the problem being Christmas. Every holiday not only is a corporate, consumerist holiday, but an occult holiday. I don't even want to get into that right now, but Christmas trees are pyramidal idols with the star Sirius on top, because having an all-seeing eyeball on top is too obnoxious probably, but these trees, or colorful, glitzy pyramids are in homes all across the planet giving praise to the occult world, namely the Illuminati, unbeknownst to the masses, but you don't have to know that to understand that Christmas is terrible. We get sandwiched in between corporatism and religion, the main suspects being Santa Claus and Jesus.

I'm taking a time out from writing this rant, my brain is squishy and incompatible with this line of thought, because I'm hungover from my night of poisoning my body with alcohol. Life kind of makes you do that. I also don't give a shit, I barely care to write this. I'm doing my best to ignore the holiday season. We all know it's bullshit anyway, why further drive the point? I'm being redundant by trying to do so. I just fucking hate it. The only thing that would give me any inkling of interest is if every year, on December 25Th, a man in public is seen on exhibit wearing a Santa Claus costume and there's another man wearing a Jesus get up, and they are displaying acts of passion, like Jesus Christ bent down and on his knees sucking off Santa Claus, and Santa Claus is naturally sitting in his nice wooden armchair, that would warrant my attention, that would be pretty interesting to witness. It's almost like that every year metaphorically though.

Throw in Ronald McDonald and then you'd have a clusterfuck.

Intellectual Boner

Generally I don't get much stimulation when I first talk to a new person. I find more interesting the things that are going on in my head. But on occasion my brain gets sprung, and I want to share mind intercourse for as long as I can, in light of a good, long, and hard, mentally stimulating, to the point of being sexual, and hyper connective conversation. But that hardly happens to me anymore. I bought a pie, an entire pie, and I already ate half of it. It was apple, and it was delicious.

Give me fulfillment, or I resort to instant gratification, like food, or a really good orgasm I just gave myself, then it's on to the next gratifying thing.

Stroke my brain with your knowledge, and shared thoughts, and make it interesting, I'm open to the experience. Or we could just have sex. Imagine having an in-depth conversation about ants, and how they are psychic and can predict the change in weather patterns days beforehand, with their tiny, itty-bitty brains, and your discussing this while you're fucking cowgirl style, and speaking in sign language. I didn't make that up, I saw it in a Korean movie, Sympathy For Mr. Vengeance. But wouldn't that be neat?

I want to have a conversation in sign language. WHY? I don't know, I'm bored, why not learn it? That way I have a reason to search for def women on that disabled dating site. The first thing I want to learn is "shut up!" Wait, I actually know that one, isn't it the action of cut, with your fingers, then up, with your fingers, fingies. Yeah? Yes? Is that it?

So the first thing I learn is to be an asshole to the girl, but I'm playing hard to get.

I hope that she could tell me that she loves me...with her hands.

Your Personal Ad Here

I've had some encounters with potential girlfriends recently, but it's not going to happen, mainly because I don't care as much anymore, so I backed out of that whole thing. Ah, to be young again, with a lively, and active spirit. Primarily motivated by a stable sex life though.

Strangely enough, I look through the Craigslist personals, once every 3 months or so for a laugh, mainly at the women seeking men ads.

What a joke. If I could provide these girls with some counseling and advice, I would. But you know it would just be bitter. I'd like to be fair to myself and just say that I'm honest, but I am frequently upset by general people. That's okay, you know, I find the humor.

Here's an eye catcher, oh yeah. (And enjoy my little interjections.)

Flippety-Floppety - 28 (Up Down All Around)

I'm a big girl. Some would say fat or rubenesque, (?) others might say curvy, plump, roley poley, beefy, chunky, broad, bulging, bulky, butterball, fleshy, heavyset, hefty, husky, inflated, jelly-belly, large, meaty, oversize, plump, round,
(corpulent?) solid, stout, swollen, thickset or weighty. Whatever way you want to put it, I'm bigger than the weight books say I should be. (Not a house?) I've been big. I've been small. At the moment I'm big. (No shit!)

I don't make fun of heavy people usually, or whatever you want to call them. There's a myriad of words for you to choose from there. I figure why bother being that cruel, most North Americans are overweight. She was brave though, and elaborate, painfully so.

Here's a random dumb one.

Cold weather equals more cuddles - 22 (Your Arms)

I am looking for a long term relationship. Not a one night stand or FWB. (Fuck while bathing? Uh, fffarm equipment, something? Oh, friends with benefits, right.)

So I like going to the drive-in movie theatre, and just love to watch movies and hang out. (Sounds alright.)
That doesn't mean I would be against going out and doing things Haha. (Not funny.) I'm a fairly simple girl, I love cuddles and hugs and kisses (and teddy bears, and gummy bears, and gay bears, like those hairy, fat, gay men. Yeah, them.) I love to cook- I'm not the best cook, but I'm working on it. (Work me up a sandwich.) K so more about me, I'm told I'm cute Haha (?) ummm I tell really bad jokes and laugh my ass off at them. (You're kind of a mental case then, I like it.) I hate lies, especially the ones where there's no point of lying. (I was lying) I don't have any tattoos and.. (okay I'll just stop you there, I can't bare reading anymore.)

Mindnumbing, Jee-sus. But it gets worse.

Alright, this was a fucking disaster, and not very funny at all. Stay tuned for the next one.

Neurotic Club Goer

I wonder if girls get lint in their vaginas. Does it matter? I think about these things. I once found a really long hair from a girl's head in her vagina, and it went on my penis. I'm like, "yeah, let's just stop for a bit."

I'm constantly getting grossed out. Sex is better with the lights off. Sex is better when you're inebriated, but it's hard to understand some of these shit-faced vegetables who mumble, and drool that you see around, who pick up chicks at the end of a night in a club. From personal experience, my friend left with this guy, who was completely hammer-smashed, and he couldn't even hail a cab properly, how the fuck can he even manage sex? I was dumbfounded, I thought at the time that I was a lot more useful than this asshole -- for sex I mean -- why take him home? A total shit-bird. But I'm not bitter, just amazed by certain encounters with these mutants. Out of my way creatures, I'm getting a beer.

I played arcade Tetras at the club I was at, and I talked to a girl who really needs to find her friend. Yeah, sure, that line. I wasn't trying to court you, I don't even care, I considered you entertainment for the time being while I waited for my friend to get out of the bathroom. I felt like a puppy dog, fallowing my friend around. I danced with her to music I don't even like, and I put in some effort. Someone might as well just take a shit in the middle of the dance floor, and clear everyone out, and then I could leave here. It's like someone took a shit on the dance floor.

What's with DJs playing a good song that's sampled for five seconds, then it's mixed in with some random electro tripe? Is it to lure people in to dance? What a tease. Bastards. And beginning a song, then switching to a different song, mid song, that's A.D.D. my friend. I yelled out, "play the whole fucking song!" And I made waves, because some of the cretans there agreed with that.

Apart from my constant bitching, I somewhat enjoyed the Tetras. And my friend I was with bought me drinks, but she didn't take me home. But that's okay, because I didn't want to have sex with her.

If You Want Chocolate Ruined For The Rest Of Your Life Stop Reading

This is incredibly disgusting, but I feel I should report on it. A very good friend of mine brought this to my attention, apparently there's rat shit in most chocolate, especially in more expensive chocolates. "Rat feces in chocolate you say?' Yeah, there's even rat hair in cereal. Now give me a second while I go and vomit. Ugh, horrible.

I was craving chocolate all week, now my stomach is upset. I already knew that milk has cow mucus in it, that is known, but rats shitting in the chocolate vats, like, can't they do something about that?

God, what else can I spoil for myself? What other crap is our food? Well, insects, and micro organisms, and harsh chemicals, but I can live with that. At least there's no shit in my beer, but there is formaldehyde.

I found this store recently that has a lot of cheap chocolate bars, Hershey and other names, and these chocolate pretzels I really like. I had a mad-lust craving for them, now I can do without them.

My sister always made fun of chocolate when we were younger, like she was eating shit. Now there Is shit in it. So the joke is on her for eating it? -- Not funny? I think I'm going to go vomit again.

One Year Anniversary

The Cookie Monster looks like he wants to eat that pink girl, thing. He wants her cookie.

Hey, so this is my one year anniversary post!

Jeez Louise, I can't fucking believe it. I thought I would have gotten bored, and quit after the first five. Seeming how my Blog was only popular for one month, according to my traffic feed. I think I mentioned Lady GaGa, I think that was it. But then people stopped giving a fuck, but that's alright. You really have to stay current in any sort of media based way, or people lose interest fast, and don't give a shit. I don't really give a shit, that's why I made this Blog to broadcast that fact.

I met a few interesting people because of le Blog, my Blog. My Bluhh.

I think I need another post about masturbation. Yeah, right. I'd make it mutual masturbation this time. I'm so good at masturbating a girl, I should time how long it takes for them to orgasm, and try to beat that time like it was some sort of sexual competitive sport. Sport fuck, yeah, on my sports car. Mind the turtle wax, it's slippery.

Anyway, thanks to the people who read this thing. If it wasn't for you I'd think I was schizophrenic. But maybe I am, what's it to you? Okay, whatever, let's hope I don't last another year. Another year full of bullshit.

And what day is this? Oh, it's September 11th, the day that thing happened on. 9/11 -- yeah, the big fucking lie.

Let's hope there's a revolution against all of this privacy theft, but I doubt it. Big Brother, suck my dick! And if that's too incestuous then you can watch me beat it, because I know you are. But that might sound a bit overly paranoid.

Right, I need a beer.

I bet half of you think I'm a fat, disgusting, hairy slob. But I'm an overly opinionated, skinny white-guy. With a shaven dick.

Excuse me, COCK. I prefer that word.

Goodbye Blockbuster

So Blockbuster Video goes bankrupt, awwwweee. So sad to hear that. Thanks to Internet movie piracy, more corporations will crumble. Ahahahaha. But it's all a part of the global agenda anyway. All businesses and economies will crash, then New World Disorder. But for now take part in looting the Internet, of music, movies, and games, and I don't know, porno -- loot it dry.

Also, there's that Net Flix thing that's to blame, but get wise and just steal movies.

Good news though, theatre prices are going down. Instead of 11.50, you can see a movie for less than 8 bucks. I guess that's alright. For 6 dollars I can see a movie in the cinema, but still I relent. I always feel trapped in the theatre. I think ditching someone at a movie theatre should be worthy of a hard crime, it's that much torture. Get me the fuck out of here! There's posters of CGI kids films everywhere, I can't stand it! It reeks of the smell of synthetic butter and popcorn, and it's colder than a morgue in here. Plus it's fucking filthy inside.

Download movies, and enjoy them in the comfort of your own home. Plus you'll be the only assholes who are talking.

But, you know, I'm usually that asshole talking in the theatre.

No Atheists Allowed!

Okay, enough with these silly recent posts, let's get down to brass tax.

Christians, what the fuck? A ridiculous children's site, right Here warning others about Atheism, and how it's a brain disorder or something. Maybe it is, believing in nothing outside of this life pretty much sucks, but they're really fucking going over the top on this site. Example: "Keep your children away from Atheists!" They might as well be convicted sex offenders. If you don't believe in God then you obviously diddle children. That's not true for Catholics, so it's definitely not true for Atheists. Maybe Nihilists, or Anarchists, but Atheists generally seem to be alright, in my opinion. Besides I've only personally been molested by religious people. And I thought they had values, and morals, and..circumcised dicks, but I guess that's just Jews.

I think the site mentions somewhere that Atheists believe that Jesus was a dinosaur, or like Noah's ark couldn't have logically happened because dinosaurs would have drank all the water. They're a thirsty bunch. Or like aliens..anyway, now I'm making shit up, and I don't even have to make shit up because this site is so fucked and backwards.

At least tell the truth, an Atheist is more likely to operate heavy machinery, and drive their car much safer because they have more fear for their life than a Christian does. Because a Christian would rather be in heaven rubbing noses with Jesus than do anything less life threatening, or safer. Again, that's in my opinion -- but would you trust a Christian bus driver? I wouldn't. I guess a Muslim would fear death even less than a Christian, and I'd feel pretty unsafe riding a bus that they were driving too. It would be like having Freddy Kruger on board the bus, but he'd be like, "we're going to hell motherfuckers! And are any of you Christian or Muslim? Well, you're going to hell too!" Nice Freddy, nice.

But come to think of it, Freddy Kruger would fit the profile of an Atheist on this site. That's going to scare the kids into church for sure.

You better fucking repent! Bitches!

My Friends In Shells

Chicken or the egg, what came first? God, who cares about that question?

So this morning I decided to boil an egg, and I heard this kind of hissing sound, almost like a miniature chirp. Well, I grab the egg, shake it around, and put it to my ear, no more ominous noises, but then I say, "Hello?" Just to make sure.

I really want to eat this boiled egg, but the thought of a partial chick inside makes it hard for me to pursue this. But ah, fuck it, I want a boiled egg, cooked, not runny. The least disgusting way to eat an egg in my opinion. Shit, I uh, I hope I don't find any premature wing in it, in this noisy little chicken fetus. Blood-spots are gross to find. Half a head would be kind of, yikes!

Alright, it looks like it turned out okay, and I was being paranoid. But at one point I was inside a little goopy egg, and so were you.

I don't even have any salt to put on this egg. But you don't need my life story.

Sex And Relationships

So not too many women know this, but men don't always orgasm during sex. According to some random sex-pert, and observing my own penis behavior, men generally feel good whenever they ejaculate. However it doesn't entail that there was an O factor, just that it's nice whenever semen is released from our penises.

Yeah, well, if the guy ever had an orgasm he'd know the difference, but if he hasn't then he would be clueless. I know what it's like, and frankly my dear, sometimes I rather masturbate after sex, because it feels so much better the way I do it myself. Which makes sex a bit of a let down.

Sex is great though, sex is like visiting a fun factory, but I hardly am impressed by the end result. When, or if the girl reaches her climax, and is flailing, and moaning loud, (and owe, my ears) well I'm glad you enjoy it honey, good for you. I'm just going to go, uh, you know, do my thing, or you can suck my dick, because that usually feels better. Yeah, blow-jobs, I've had some good orgasms with those.

I love getting my balls licked, it's the best, it's my thing I like. I just shaved my dick today, and my balls are smooth as a baby's butt, or they're exactly like it's balls. Right on. But, yeah, obviously they've dropped.

Uhm, so a relationship, what is that? Like is it ten percent -- after the sex? Yeah, ten or fifteen, if it's any more then the sex will suffer, and who the fuck needs that? The worst relationships are when you're winding down, and becoming too comfortable with each other. That's when it's time you need to buy matching hats, and t-shirts with your favorite Television shows on them, and forget about your sex life all together. Pathetic.

Speaking of losing interest, I don't know if all men feel this way, but if they make a girl cum, then they're pretty much done with her. "Alright, moving along." Also, if they can't cum, then there's more of a reason to continue the relationship. At least there's a goal in mind, because if it's getting married, then you should get your priorities together. Unless you're into marriage, but the sex and passion will definitely wind down, so there's really no point. But if you need constant companionship then you should learn to be more secure with yourself.

My penis is looking really nice right now, I think I should take it out on the town.

Back With More Internet Junk

So I took a break, plus Internet Junk doesn't really make any sense, it's just random photos I've found on Google Image. But you know, fuck you, it works.

And away we go.



He wears tights, he hangs around "Merry Men" and now he's actually flaming. Gee.

I can just imagine the creators of this show at a business meeting, "Alright, I have this amazing idea for a cartoon series, it's Robin Hood...with a jetpack!" All the staff sit up and congratulate each other, "Hooray! It's an instant hit!"

Here's a TV show idea, how about Gandhi in Rollerblades? Just to pull something out of my ass. When Gandhi's doing his non violent protesting he can also play street hockey in the meantime. I smell success.

Speaking of stink, my friend has this album.



David Hasselhoff as Knight Rider? No, Knight Rocker! He whips on a guitar, and boom! He's a rock star, instantly. Let's market shit to death, why not? They gave like every actor their own album in the 80s. Could they sing? Who cares? They have their own album anyway.

Who thought this was a good idea? Somebody of sub-intelligence. Though I do like Eddy Murphy's "Party All The Time" which was an 80s hit single.

"I want to party all the time, party all the time, party all the time"

I guess he likes to party all the time.

Well, I'm going to go listen to it, so I'll be back with more garbage later. It never stops anyway.

Update?

Yeah, I'm a young little Asian girl passed out at an Internet joint, in, I don't know, Hong Kong. She's got the right idea. Later on she kills herself, but that's okay, she's a smart girl, there's nothing much to desire online when you've seen everything already twice.

Anyway, I haven't updated this thing for awhile. It hasn't necessarily been a dog's year, but I took a break from the Internet land, and pleasant it was. As far as smoking pot, and getting tired for three weeks goes.

If I stop updating it's likely I'm dead, or Ashtar abducted me, and he's raping me with his alien penis, that I somehow find mesmerizing and desirable. It could be that it's shinier than most Earth man's cock, or that it always is erect, which would really be awkward at times. Hell, all the time. If my penis was permanently erect I wouldn't really want to hug my mother anymore. I generally prefer it when I'm flaccid.

So, uh, the Internet is often a bore, and then there's the checking, and re-checking -- fuck, who cares? It's pretty manic, and it's awful, but I steal movies off it, which is the only real thrill it provides me with. Porn sites used to be amusing, but I always imagine what the smells would be like of the people, and it loses any appeal, and grosses me out.

I have a thing about smells. I used to randomly sniff my girlfriends. Yeah, they hated that.

Updates are probably on the horizon. I'd appreciate emails loaded with weird, funky, and neat shit I could comment on. That would be nice. Thanks.

Everything New Sucks So I'm Watching An Old Horror Movie

Old horror movies, ya know, they're the best. Late 70s and 80s ones, for sure. Ever since the teen horror movie Scream came out horror movies just went down the shitter hole. Stupid fucking teen movies of the 90s, God. Terrible.

Who gives a fuck about teens? Either they kill themselves, or get killed by a tractor or something. Like in The Children Of The Corn -- which I haven't actually ever seen, but maybe that happens? Either way, teens -- whatever.

This movie Warlock is just great, I'm not even half way through it yet and it's just a pure joy to watch. Here's a bit of the story, uh, this Warlock from the 16th century is caught by some, I don't know, Warlock hunter (because he was being naughty) and he escapes getting hanged and burned over a basket of living cats. -- I'm not even joking, that's what the priest said his punishment would be. I know, I had to rewind it to hear it again, just to make sure I heard it correctly. Fucking great, fucking great. It makes sense, because like cats don't have souls according to religious folk, I think. Or maybe the cats.....I don't know.

My favorite part is when the Warlock cuts the fat out of an unbaptized kid and makes flying potion out of it. Genius. How can you make up shit that good? The writer deserves some stupid award, or a hand-job from a hot girl at least for having such an incredible imagination.

I deserve an award, or a hand-job too. At very least. Okay, so I'm going to finish this movie now.

All Her Weekends Are Booked Fellas

So I'm finally not talking about aliens anymore, thank God. So what's in store next?

This..



Look mom I can shit on my face! And how!

I can't believe someone marked this photo "camel toe" like anyone's going to notice the fucking camel toe. Really.

"Oh yeah, now I see the camel toe." There's also a bat on her shirt, and she has a pony tail. But that's completely not important when you spread this girl out.

Contortionist aside, I haven't spent much time over at Way To Suck That Dick in awhile, but I'm sure the girl who runs it is envious of me for this photo, unless she posted it already, I'm out of the loop. I actually found it in this file I downloaded marked "Pussy Collection" and to tell the truth, there wasn't much pussy in it. And looking at a pussy alone doesn't really turn me on. But there's some pretty good highlights, like one I found labled: "Dirty White Wife Fucking 2 Black Monster Cock Strangers - interracial ebony big dick sex xxx porn" -- it sure has a way with words.

Cock Strangers.

"Let's Talk About Aliens" Photo Outtakes

Okay, ready?



Who is this Xenon? "I come from Nebula SIX! WE YELL ON THIS PLANET! I'M SORRY THERE'S LACK OF OXEGEN! MY BALLS HURT!"

Believe it or not this is Ashtar, that's his real name. Some time ago in the 70's someone claimed to have contact with this boring alien, and there's this whole story about it, and a new age religion formed because of it. But who cares about that?

What I want to know is, does he put on his own eyeliner, or does he make his humanoid-centipede assistant Scwog do it for him? Maybe aliens are asexual, who knows.

And who painted this terrible thing? Anyway, on to the next reject.



I'm kind of tired of this stupid grey alien. But apparently she's not. Stick a strap on uh, on him and he's ready to wobble around.

I have a feeling she likes older men, or maybe Ethiopian children.

Oh, I guess I'm done. Well, I couldn't find much you know, except for that Alien movie, with Sigourney Weaver. What kind of a name is Sigourney? Sigourney? What? Ugh, Sigourney, can you feel my dick inside of you? Sigourney..Sigourney..Pastromi.

The Extra...Pedophile?

Yeah, yeah who cares about MJ already? Death was his best career move. But this photo always makes me laugh.

Like, why the hell is he with ET? Did he do music for the movie? No, I'm pretty sure he didn't. So why is he with ET? What are they doing together? Besides being friends I mean, and appearing to be gay lovers. That is if ET'S male, who knows. But why? Wuh, wuhhh..Why are they together?

I guess Michael's press agent thought it would benifit his career to be in intimate photos with ET.

Some kid when I was younger told me that Michael Jackson played ET. What is the purpose of that? A weird black guy -- I guess two of those later on can be disputed -- a weird, uh, person in a wrinkly, muppet-like, rubbery suit? Half his size? Yeah, sweet, what a great acting job, nice gig. I could just imagine MJ saying, "you mean I get to spend the whole day inside of this thing? Great! I have to kneel though, but I'm used to that, hahaha. Just cancel all of my concerts, and record signings, and somebody please give Bubbles my monkey a bath.." Yeah fucking right.

If I could speak for Michael Jackson here, he'd much prefer hiding Elliot's M&Ms in his pants, and making him look for them all. Oooh, what a cheap shot. But it's a fun game.

Let's Talk About Aliens

So a Close Encounter is witnessing a UFO I think, second is..I don't know what the fuck it is. But we all know the Third Kind is contact with an alien, and the Fourth Kind is being abducted by an alien, according to a movie I saw. So what is the Fifth Kind? Eating a taco with an alien? No, wait, that would be an illegal alien, but he'd probably shank you, and steal your wallet. At least actual aliens are kind enough to bring you home after, and tuck you into bed. That must mean they're benevolent, because malevolent ones would eat you I'm sure. Considering human meat is similar to cow's meat, and the domestic pig, it'd be logical that aliens would eat us, because we eat that shit. It's no wonder Jews don't eat swine, because I've said already that it's practically cannibalistic.

Apparently our skin is the same as pigs, sick. But I usually chew off a dead piece of my skin on my finger and eat it, so it's not bad. Same with drinking blood, it's right close to home, but who cares? Blood drinking is done all over the world. In China they do it openly, it's kind of fucked up, but they do eat snake penis. I didn't even know snakes had a penis, they are a penis! Anyway, I saw them fry them up on the Food Network one time. Plus they had human penis that was donated. Donated, yeah..like how in the hell? How in their right mind can they show this on TV? Either TV has gotten better, or it has immensely degraded to the point that they'll put any-fucking-thing on there.

Like all those UFO specials they had on in the 90's. I must have watched a dozen of those, and it was all the same stuff about Roswell, and Area 51. Who the fuck cares about that shit? I watched this documentary called Hanger 18, and apparently there's tons of recorded and eye witness incidents of UFOs falling from the sky -- and crashing into hillbillies who are fucking their sheep, or cows -- again with the cows. Needless to say, UFOs have crashed quite a bit in the past aside from Roswell. And they all have a place where they keep them in, with the wreckage, and it's called Hanger 18. Wow, I know you're as amazed as I am. So, not surprising anyone would give a shit. I empathize with the viewer being a skeptic, I do, I'm an advocater for critical thinking, even though I do believe in aliens.

Like, in an infinite universe with us being the only species aside from animals, and other creatures to apparently evolve out of nothing -- well, by a single cell, where ever the fuck it came from (going by science here) -- by discounting other planets in our galaxy, the Milky Way primarily, and it containing planets capable of sustaining life, some anyway, as well as billions of other galaxies with planets most likely capable of sustaining life, but there isn't as many planets like Earth as you'd think, though apparently we're the only one able to have beings like us, evolved, I don't know, out of a pile of mud on the ground with the answer for life sprinkled on it, produced by a nearby fallen comet carrying the first cell somehow, because how the fuck did it get there? It's the chicken, or the egg kind of scenario. The rock obviously came from a nearby planet with beings already on it. Wait, what the fuck was I talking about? Oh, the science theory is flawed, it would have to incorporate aliens in it for it to work, alien cells anyway, one at least. Fuck, a martian sneezed on an asteroid, and a cell from it's germs froze on an ice crystal, and it came flaming, and sailing down to Earth, and melted and formed life, yay.

Otherwise, in conclusion, it is absolutely fucking stupid stating that we are the only race of beings in the entire universe. There is no real solid facts on either side, any brought forward that would merit a definitive answer.

However I did get a rim-job by a Reptilian humanoid alien last night, and it was fucking fabulous. Its tongue was so long.

Aliens exist! So get over it already, because you probably won't be in line to buy my book, "I Sucked An Alien's Giant Cock And Lived To Tell About It" it's already a bestseller on Venus, translated into alien language of course. Uranus is too easy of a joke, so shut up. Plus springs on Venus are breathtaking. But there's too many fucking Reptilians on that planet.

The Opposite Sex

I understand why a lot of girls wouldn't like me, I'm too much reality for them. They'd much prefer fantasy to reality, their "knight in shinning armour" and all of that.

It would be nice meeting a real girl, if that exists. But I'm not talking about someone who belches, and passes gas and thinks it's funny..it's not, it's really not, and someone who takes a break on shaving their lady parts. If I wanted a beater, I'd find a girl on the street. But some classy chicks are a little too vain for me, and the superficiality turns me off so much. It makes me want to be dumb like them, so I drink a lot more. And then I ask my friend if we can leave wherever we are, and go and listen to some records at home. In peace.

But shy, quiet girls can stay the fuck away from me. They usually sound like a mouse when you fuck them, all kind of squeaky, if they're petite. I'm tired of girls shorter than me though, but if you're taller than I am I would feel inadequate, and ditch you in a movie theatre, because there'd be angry people sitting behind you.

I'm not picky, really I'm not. I Just like cleanliness and uhm, other stuff. I don't even know what I like anymore, just what I don't like, I think. Dirty finger nails, who needs that? Clean that shit. I used to throw girls in the shower with me before or after we had sex, and get on scrubbing them, then molesting and mounting their nice, clean, naked body afterwards. If I'm drunk, funky smelling, sweaty women are alright only then. Or if we were doing gymnastics, or volley ball or something, then it's understandable.

So what am I going to do to open up the perfect girl's can? I don't think I have the right approach. I have to play "make believe" and lie right off the bat, and pretend that I'm not purely interested in fucking you right away. Yeah, that's right, I enjoy your company and hearing you talk. Are we still in the fantasy?

I have yet to meet a girl with a unique, and interesting personality is my problem, okay? That would definitely turn me on a lot more, and rouse way more interest. I guess if they think they have amazing boobs they don't need personality. "I got all my personality right here!" As they cradle their breasts in each hand. I say, "cool, now where's the bar?' I'll eye girls like that from there, as I wait for someone else.

I'm through with sniffing butts, if someone wants me they're going to have to show it. Work for love. I'm finding men more, and more attractive lately, because I'm tired of the cat and mouse with most girls. It irritates me, and I'm always going to keep it real. But role playing in bed I'm down for.

You can be a giant Pterodactyl, and I'll be your piece of meat, and you can ravish me. Cool.

A Poem

I wrote this for a short story I was writing, but then I merged it with another story and it's a complete fucking mess now. So I'll never finish it probably. I'll give it a home on my Blog in case I get hit by a bus or something. Enjoy.

Untitled

Screaming child, I was screaming. Because my mother ate McDonald's food when I was in her womb.
There's a crowd of people in my life, it must be family and friends, but I don't see them for what they are.

I brought a girl home the other night, she was real tight.
When I focus on not cumming, I get existential and I question about why I'm pounding flesh, and the purpose, when she seems to be enjoying it more than I am. I'm holding back from laughing at her, because she makes a weird moaning noise.

Senselessly I contribute to her fantasy, never really knowing what it is. The only thing intimate about this is my cock inside of her.

I'm fucking the exit of my old home, but the first breath is life, so my real home is a consciousness awakening.

Fuckin' Beatnik

Rise again of the beatnik generation, and let us stab our leaders where it hurts, with our sharp minds and attitudes. But who are we kidding? Our generation wouldn't get it, they wouldn't see past the style of the Beatnik. The black clothing, the barrays, the RayBan glasses, and all the drug usage. Drugs aren't stimulating the minds of our youth anymore, not really, they're just severely dumbed down by our idiot culture, and they're overly self conscious because of society's standards.

"Society sucks!" Says the Beat Movement of the 50s. Modern poetry sucks, but beat poetry is alright in my opinion.

William Burroughs I especially like, with his fucked up drug mind. Similar to Timothy Leary, but William Burroughs is the man. And of course Jack Kerouac, and all those hep cats who wouldn't be where they were without drugs, I guess. But in the 60s though I think Andy Warhol had it right, even though he was a pretentious asshole, just use the media against itself (I feel was his message) in a dog eat dog fashion. Fuck it up from within. No one's going to understand you how you want them to, so leave a vague smear, or a stain on this life, and I guess it would be enough. Nothing has ever been original -- this life has very little new to offer. I hope mini skirts make a return, that would make me pretty happy, and turned on. I'm such a voyeur. I'm not very active in life, but I'm a cynical voice in the back of some bar, testing people, and shaking them up a little. Let's get a reaction here, why not?

I'm really psycho analysing you, to see where you went wrong. Because society is out to destroy you, and your identity, if you have one. And if you don't, I'm not fond of talking to robots. Nor am I fond of having sex with them, well, maybe let me objectify you..just for a night.

Benign Are The News Headlines

What's going on in the world today?

"Toxic fish, and deformed octopi from society's waste threaten our oceans's sea life. But the wales are fine."

"Rabid K9's attacking pregnant women -- children born with rabies."

"McDonald's restaurant (if you can call it that) sued for sexually harassing its customers."

"Jesus returns out of his cave to deliver pizza to the elderly and retired living in Miami Florida."

"James Cameron the director of Aliens gets Oscar snub for his movie Avatar, because we all know it was just an epic cartoon anyway -- and it was the true sequel to Who Framed Roger Rabbit."

"Vancouver 2010 Olympics brought an oppression to the city, but they did sell a lot of hot dogs and glow sticks."

"Man-Made Global Warming debunked as junk science, but peddled with hysteria by a very aging politician whose name rhymes with whore."

"Mickey Mouse was recently declared as diseased, because no one really gave a shit about him anyway."

"The Kellogg's cereal Fruit Loops joined forces with Rice Crispies and heads up it's new ad campaign with: Snap! Crackle! Pop! ..And Fruit! Kellogg's Rice Fruit Crispy Loops. Now in chocolate flavor."

"The gay community decide to wear white after Labour Day and they start a communist revolution that ends abruptly."

"Experts predict by the year 2013 nobody will care about Lady GaGa anymore.'

I Wish This Was Today's Pop Idol

Want to take a ride on his Luck Dragon?

I remembering seeing this guy in this music video when I was a kid. I said to my mom, "is that a girl singing mom or a guy? Sounds like a giiirrl.."

"No son, it's a man and he's a gaylord."

Who gets to decide who becomes gaylord anyway? Liberachi? Yeah, he's dead now so, Simon Cowell? He's gay right? I fucked him last night, he was terrible. But he judged me the entire time.

Star Trek Edits

This is pretty demented, but almost the least demented of most of these Next Generation edits. I wish someone would edit old Trek with Captain Kirk having sex with that reptilian alien guy. They could use footage of that green chick he makes out with. I'd watch it.

Gee, well, I should have posted this on my blog a long time ago. I guess I was too busy laughing, and dreaming about Data, and fucking him. My android lust. What color is is cum? Green? Ehg, that's like the girl in the Exorcist's vomit. Uh, it's probably white, just kind of more synthetic looking maybe.

Date Rapists (Anonymous)

They're assholes right?

That's not nice, drugging the sweet girl, not so sweet after. I'm reminded of the scene in Twin Peeks: Fire Walk With Me when Sarah Palmer's in a brothel with her friend, and her friend gets her drink spiked, and then she's somewhat raped. Well, maybe not so raped, she's kind of into it, they both are. The room's all sexed, and smeared with it. Raunchy. Then Sarah goes mental with her tits hanging out. End scene.

Uh, in real life it's not so, I don't know, safe. Because they get away. Even though Sarah Palmer's raped by her father..for many years. I was almost raped by an African guy in the park once, he had his hands down my pants, and he was fingering my ass. I'm like, how did I get into this situation? Oh yeah, I'm incredibly drunk, and making out with an African dude. But Why? I thought, doesn't Aids come from where you guys are? I was kind of reconcidering this. I don't even know how the hell I got into a park. I think I blacked out and woke up there. He then suddenly whipped out his cock, to show it to me, and he made me touch it. I thought it was kind of funny, then he got a bit aggressive so I shoved him down, and then this security guard came and asked what was going on. I said, "uh, we're just talking here. We're leaving, or I'm leaving. Fuck off black guy!" My friends were worried about me that night. Yeah, I've heard stories from girls about getting roofied, but I could never tell if I was or not, because I pretty much just black out when I drink too much anyway. I guess I could be laying on my stomach somewhere with my naked ass in the air..in a park. And I guess I wouldn't know that until later.

"Nice naked guy, can I fuck him? How much?"

Sssshit, I hope my friends don't sell my body when I'm passed out. "Hey, uh, were you my pimp last night?" Fuck. Uhmm, yeah, girls getting raped is kind of bad, gay guys getting raped is kind of bad too, except sometimes they like it. I think it sucks just not remembering sex at all.

Anal Beads

When you're done with them..rinse them off.

Anal Beads -- I never really understood the point of them. I ignore them when I'm in the Porn Store, but could they have potential? Could they have value? Is it all for the sensation of shitting when you pull them out? Maybe I should read the back. I'm staring at a package of them as I'm writing this. It says here, "fun for the whole family!" Okay, it doesn't say that, but it's still kind of vague about their purpose. How many balls, or beads I should say can I stick in my ass? How many will fit inside? I'd imagine there's a world record for that, no? After four it might feel a bit packed. I should do an experiment, but I don't feel like using their bathroom to do it in. One time when I was younger I shoved a candle up my butthole while I was jerking off, and it broke in my ass. That was before I owned a dildo mind you.

I saw a video of a girl squeezing a cell phone out of her asshole, and I thought they should have at least called her phone, and if it was set on vibrate she could have full on masturbated while she was getting rectal stimulation. But if it had an annoying ring tone that kept repeating I'd understand why she'd shit it out.

So besides anuses (going off topic a bit here if I can) I'm glad that when you type in "penis" into Google search there's a likelihood that you'll find my blog. According to this girl from the Dominican Republic who did that. She was awfully charmed by my blog, and she wrote to me, and we are now in an online relationship. And when girls ask me out on dates now I tell them, "uh, no I'm in this serious relationship with this girl online right now. Yeah, sorry!" Nah, I'm lying, I think online relationships are stupid. However, she did say that she would fuck me, but I seriously hate traveling. I don't even know where the Dominican Republic is. The other day I called it, "the Banana Republic" so you see I'm pretty fucking clueless with geography. Seeming how I mix countries up with clothing stores. Is the Banana Republic like the Gap? Fuck, I don't even know that either, but I probably wouldn't shop there.

Retro Junk

As if Yo-Yos aren't enough of a nightmare. Here's a Freddy Krueger Yo-Yo.



A Nightmare On Elm Street Yo-Yos. I want one! Even though my attention span with Yo-Yos is the same as with a Rubik's Cube. Boring.

It says "collect them all" what are the other ones I wonder, his victims? Freddy not wearing a hat this time? Uh, him striking a Madonna pose? They look awfully shitty. Like Dollar Store junk, which I love looking through though. Cheap Chinese crap, that even Asians wouldn't buy, so they pawn it on us. Those little bastards. I bought my friend this squishy turtle once at a Dollar place, he still has it on his coffee table. Score.

Now Lux in helmet.



This is Lux Interior of The Cramps. They loved the fifties retro, like the B52's. I like his helmet, that's about it with this photo.

Alright, this ends Retro Junk. I'll find more ideas at Value Village next time I go there. Last time I was there I found these awesome World War II magazines, and I saw that Houdini magic trick box again. It's always in that store haunting me, ever since I was a kid. But it only had like a few cards and a few dice, maybe a marble, I don't know, but it was always missing shit.

Barry Soetoro Says..

Apparently Barack Obama's real name is Barry Soetoro. If you don't know that Barry AKA Obama is a liar by now then pull your head out of your ass and continue reading. Since the American government is controlled by offshore banks, namely the private Federal Reserve, then it almost seems apropo that there would be an illegal immigrant (whose fake as a three dollar bill) as the president representing them.

It's clear to people like me, maybe not to others, but shear nonsense still how it's claimed and proven that he has a false name, and there's an obvious conspiracy over a forged birth certificate. There's the Birthers, a group of people who are demanding proof that he was born in America, which I personally don't believe because of all of the deception so far. Why not? I already knew the guy was a fucking phony, and he just told you what you wanted to hear. He was just like a typical salesman, selling himself though, like any politician would. Like a total whore, but the maximum whore.

And all Barry/Barack's slogans were pretty fucking pathetic if you ask me. "Hope..." Ya gotta have it right? For good or evil? Be more specific man. Oh yeah, it doesn't matter because he never completed /and or bothered with any of the important tasks he finally said that he would do anyway, right, right right. Golf's on his agenda. Let the real people in power take care of things. "I'll sign whatever-the-hell you want me to later. Leave it on my desk, fuck." - Barry Obama.

I just find it ridiculous how fooled the American people can be by thinking the election process is legitimate. I never really think anything is that legitimate or honest in America. Americans prefer processed cheese to real cheese, so there you go. They'd prefer a nice-big-warm fantastical lie to anything remotely to the truth. I mean, it's not the American people's fault, they're just deceived, and programmed into accepting Kraft Dinner as an actual meal, and McDonald's as a substitute for a nutritious dinner. And a president to save them from problems the establishment (he's now a part of) has caused and created.

I never trust anyone in a monkey suit, but that's just me.

Vagina Assassins

So a friend of mine was telling me that when he was in Thailand he went to a bar called Super Pussy in a part of town called Patpong -- funny because the ping-pong ball pussy trick is a regular attraction there -- he says that these Thai girls were also shooting darts out of their pussy holes, and hitting targets and balloons. At first I was like, holy shit, this would make a pretty lethal women here, and one dangerous vagina. It got me thinking, this should have been in a James Bond movie. I would say, Pussy Galore comes to mind, but she was too lame. She had female minions who just got slapped around, and shoved around, and they kissed the shag carpeted floor. If only Sean Connery would have been caught with a dart launched at him when he spread out his formidable lay. I don't know, maybe about fifteen minutes into the movie he'd be dead already, with a poison pussy dart. There's so many fucking possibilities, what else could she shoot out of there a grenade?

Another interesting, and pretty nasty thing that my friend said the female/ and shemale performers did was that they would open up bottles of beer for people with their cunts. Ya know, as much as I don't like STD's I would also prefer not drinking them off my beer. Uh, beer transmitted disease? It's Aids beer, keep away from that! I don't really know if you can get Aids off a bottle of beer, but I really wouldn't want to find out.

They also smoked cigars with their holy of holies, and would write down your name on a piece of paper with a magic marker. Fantastic. Thanks, I'll get them to write down the name of my mom. Yeah, it's not really a choice gift idea for mom.

Those Aren't Bubbles In Your Tea

I don't really understand the concept of Bubble Tea. I want some gushy balls in my drink, please? Yeah, how about some other gooey things too? Sounds incredible. I want slimy, gushy, creamy things going down my throat when I drink something.

Where I live is predominantly Asian and there are quite a few Bubble Tea cafes around. Looks like fun..I guess. The straws are gigantic, I guess that's fun. Now I want ball-drink, give me sugary, gelatinous balls in my cold tea beverage or I'm fucking leaving! Who the hell would say that anyway? This drink is far too sweet for me, and it's not my cup of tea (pun, pun) fuck off. It was a fad at one time, like Hello Kitty. It's cute, it's Asian! So, yeah, it's marketable..and cute. Duh. Eat it, I mean drink it, it's floaties that you enjoy. If that was their slogan it would draw me. But, you know, I'd still only drink it three times.

I remember an old girlfriend of mine puking after drinking it. It's just too Goddamn sugary. Hyper Asian girls is not what we need. Horny Asian girls maybe.

Hows About Some BUTT?

I don't know if any of you have heard of BUTT magazine -- a male magazine -- a gay magazine. It's one of my favorites. I can submit a photo of me and my naked butt and become one of their known "buttheads" I may just do that.

There's this great article recently about Denham Fouts, a well known prostitute and an influential hustler of the 1930's. This dude obviously sucked his way to the top, he fucked princes and kings, royally, I guess. He was referred to as "the most expensive male prostitute in the world." What a brat.

This is an interesting quote about him,

"…if Fouts had slept with Hitler, as Hitler wished, he could have saved the world from the Second World War…" - Ned Rorem recounting a quote by Truman Capote in George Plimpton’s Truman Capote.

Hitler was gay, duh. Have you ever seen the footage of him gingerly combing back his perfect hair with his fingers? Have you? And his solute, not the Heil, the other thing he did, come on, so gay. I wouldn't let him fuck me though. Hell no.

Well, back to BUTT magazine. Butt Butt Butt. I'm not a homosexual or anything, butt I just love this magazine full of naked men. Scantily clad, or in the buff, some riding bicycles like the photo above, some shaven (at least) and some rockin' some awesome hairdos, and other dos..and maybe don't. I would glance through it in American Apparel. Yeah, that store isn't really for me but (butt) I just go in there to ask them for the latest copy of BUTT magazine. It's the only good thing about that fucking store. You should see the girl behind the counter's face when I say, "I just came for BUTTS, is the new one in yet? This is my magazine, BUTT magazine. I find it smutty and revealing, and disgusting and funny.

Butt. Fuck, I'm retiring that word from my vocabulary for now. ASS.

To People Who Are Fucking Annoying

Uh, am I on this list? Is there a list? Did I make a list? No, I don't think I did yet.

I hate being pulled into other people's drama. I'm not responsible for your life because it's yours, not mine. You tell me there's a problem, and I'm having arguments in my head debating whether or not I care. I don't want to play around with you, I have a hard enough time playing the life game. Not to be confused with the board game, which may be vaguley similar, but I don't have a fucking mortgage or credit card bills or house payments and kids, so I guess my life is less complicated than that game. But when is Johnny going to get the girl, and get the perfect job? And write a best seller! Right? Dad? Fuck it.

I pretend life, I fake-out life, but there's still people out there trying to bother me. So human drama, what's the point? I find it hard enough to believe that people invest their time in watching dramatic TV shows and feeling deep emotional attachment for their favorite actors and whatever situations they're in. I mean, what the fuck? I'm inviting this shit into my life, into my livingroom. Get the fuck out of my living room. You're not wanted, I'll throw you out. You two-bit actor. Suck.

Give me some fucking happiness, some calmness, no fixations on material life. A dream.

Urban Dictionary Fun

This summary is not available. Please click here to view the post.

Auto-Erotic Asphyxiation

Is this the best way to die? I now believe it is. Let's go out with a bang, or a wank. A lovely wank, the kind that make headlines. David Carradine, the kung fu master, died from such deviant sexual behavior when he was found dead in his hotel room in Thailand, with a rope around his neck and another around his genitals. What a thrill seeker. I love the mental picture, and the lasting impression it would have left. Were his hands free? God, I don't know. Maybe he was mastering a new technique -- the hands free, I've tried that. It can work if you concentrate hard enough.

I used to think it was silly as hell when I first heard about how Michael Hutchinson the late singer of INXS died from masturbating with his belt tide around his neck, for a choker. What the fuck right? It's hilarious, it's just really embarrassing for his entire family to know about, and the rest of the world when you're as super famous as he was. But who cares about that, now I am a believer. It's great, it's like, don't judge me asshole I'm into this kind of shit. I'm into these kind of dangerous thrills, this edgy kink.

Usually when I'm close to cumming when I'm masturbating I wish my life would end right after I ejaculate. It's an 8 second long symphony of delight. It's that epic. I can actually hear the drumming and chimes and the trumpets that are playing, in unison. It's so theatrical. But then I just want to fucking shoot myself in the head when it's over. That's probably because I have problems, but that's alright I know how to deal with them now. Just give me some rope, and let me play with myself. I'm probably going to fuck it up, but that is extreme auto-erotic asphyxiation.

In the end with suffocation from choking myself, all the blood has flowed to my cock. I find it funny how a hanged man usually dies with a boner. Choking yourself could be considered the old Viagra.

Do You Goog-le?

I love Google, I search "dad" and I find this,

"My dad saved me, and I killed him" - from the LA Times.

"I killed my dad. I didn't blow him away with a gun. Instead, I let him die. I pulled a kitchen chair up next to him and watched him struggle to breathe on the floor. The skin on his face turned a reddish-purple. His neck took on a bluish tint. Both his hands clutched tightly at his chest. And suddenly, the white in his eyes became spider-web etched, in blood-red lines."

Ffffuck.

"Why did I do it? It's complicated. I loved the son of a bitch more than anything on the planet."

Anyway, it just goes into a sob story after that. Google's great, too bad they're tracking everyone. Thanks bastards.

The "Bob" Haircut

Doesn't your mom have a "Bob" haircut?

Apparently that hairstyle is favored by prostitutes, I never knew that until now. According to this website I read, and word of mouth it is. My ex-girlfriend had that haircut one time. I requested her hair being shorter. Now that I think about it, I unknowingly asked her for a whore haircut. Whore-hair, I thought that was usually when you got cum in it.

My usual sex fetish is pretending the girl I'm fucking is a slut, a very common fantasy for most men. Nothing unique at all about that, but it usually turns out that they are. Even the most quiet ones, especially them. Even sexually awkward women can be slutty at some point in their lives. Those are the types I'm really trying to avoid though. I've had a handful of girls who were awkward in bed, it's frustrating, and then I piss them off by getting upset. I'm ready to go, let's do this, ah fuck it, I'm just going to go masturbate in the washroom, you can go to sleep now. Girls always fall asleep on me. I've been told I was comfortable, but I don't see how. I'm awfully skinny which makes me a little boney, no pun intended. Sex used to be this giant schmorgesborg for me, a fiesta, now it's kind of lame. It's going to pick up, I keep telling myself. I know how to have really good sex, so I'm not going to blame myself.

This one girl I know won't have sex with me unless I'm sober. Hey, well, maybe that's a good thing, because I can forget I even had sex. It must have happened during one of my blackouts. Though how the hell did I do it? I sometimes wonder that. It's amazing, I've had some good encounters with women but I hardly remember them. I'm reminded of the movie Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind because I've erased certain memories, probably some good ones but the bad ones outweigh the rest. I've found my savior, my grace, and it's short term memory loss. And it's obvious I like it.

Thinking back, I actualy had a "Bob" haircut one time. I wonder what that says about me. I uh, let this guy fuck me one time, after he picked me up at a club. But I wouldn't let him cum on me, or my sheets. I guess it was kind of mean. I don't know how this relates at to the haircut.

I Like Beer

I've devoted an entire post to beer. Ha. It's my soft kill drug of choice. When I say "soft kill" I mean like how the government adds fluoride to your tap water to kill your immune system gradually, and how preservatives and other chemicals are put in our food to do the exact same thing. And booze will destroy my liver, but at least I do that on purpose. It's nice to know just whose killing me, and it's me, hey-hey.

Beer's great, it's never really done me wrong. I blackout from hard liquor now, so I'm off that. I'd have to have a babysitter with me, girlfriends are good substitutes for that. Too bad I'm not going to have one for awhile, they just end up being my drinking buddy, or were they always? And why do I get concerned about them when they drink too much? I guess I'm a hypocrit. Anyway, I've probably broken up with them because of beer, and how I wanted to persue drinking more to not think. Please, I hope.

I really love beer from the tap, and if it's really fresh. Drinking longer than a month old beer is fucking gross, it taste burnt I find, and well, like shit. I used to work in a bar, so fresh beer gives me a boner.

You know those big titted blonde chicks you see in ads or commercials, and like how they're holding two pitchers of beer in their hands, and they're wearing super tight t-shirts, and making the whole drinking motif all sexual? Yeah, that, uh, I find that really annoying. Sexy is fine, but just give me the beer, and go away, I am talking philosophy with my friend. I don't know why, but getting fucked up sometimes makes me existential, I guess mainly my existentialst crisis peeks out, and slaps me in the face, but lucky for me I'm all numb and I can handle it. What's life? What's going on with mine? Eh, let's just have another beer. Maybe a lot more. I wish being hungover was fun, I get very creative when I'm hungover, I'm so clear of mind, and able to asert my thoughts properly even though I feel like ass. The last time I was really hungover I spent most of the day in the shower, I think because I was too weak to get out of it. I find most of my drinking friends past out in their homes, on their couch, or on the floor, and I find it really cute. But seeing a girl whose an alcoholic is kind of lame, and depressing to me, I guess that's how I look to women though. But I think I rock that shit.

Without further ado, uh, my favorite type of beer is probably pale ale, althought I am a fan of lager, preferably honey lager. And can beer is fine, but I haven't found my favorite yet. I'm not into Budweiser, it gives me a headache, but I was really into Corna beer in the summer of 08. But now I think it tastes like fucking skunk cabbage, and smells like it. Here, smell my beer, does it smell disgusting? Okay, I'm not insane.

It Really Moves (Is it Human?)

What's worse than seeing your ex at the grocery store? Being strungout from cocain when you see her, and you have an anxiety attack, and quickly hide in some random aisle, which is ironically full of stuffed animals, and heart shaped candy and choclates, and you're just waiting it out patiently until the coast is clear.

H-o-l-y shit. I always get this anxiety in the pit of my stomach whenever I see my ex-girlriends around. Luckily I'm moving to a new city, and I won't have to deal with that anymore. Well, until I break a few heart there I mean. Fuck, fuck, I need a kick to my head. I can't handle women. I went out to a club the other night, and I was kneeling down talking to this girl, who for some reason kept burping in her throat, and she kept apologizing for it. Meanwhile this guy was hand feeding her noodles out of a tupperware dish, and I'm just kneeling there with this declining interest in her. Luckily they throw on some obscure song I love by The Sisters of Mercy, and me and my buddies run out to the dancefloor, and ditch these people we were hanging around, who happen to leave right after we left them.

I have the worst of luck with people. Strange people, sometimes interesting, sometimes good looking, but always timid and insecure. And when I think about having sex with them it doesn't really do it for me. That night at the club, which was close to empty, I felt lost and a bit self destructive, so I impusively chucked a glass on the floor in the bathroom, and when it shattered I grabbed a piece of the glass and started cutting up my arm. But beer was on special tonight, so I have no reason to be unhappy. I get this gratification when at least I've gone out, and I've talked to a new person, even though I'm only going to give them a minimal effort, which is usually more than they can offer in return. -- Whatever.

Who believes in love? I believe in love, but maybe not in the hands of another person.

Occult Musicians

Okay, before I start, the exposure of one eye only is regarding God, the God of the occult world though, don't be fooled. Higher and higher up the ladder, or pyramid you go in Freemasonry, you understand that all the Gods of this world are all condensed into one, and what they call him is Jahbulon.

Oh God, here's a photo of someone I don't even want on my blog.



Bono's always been a douchebag, but now he's a royal douchebag. It's official, because he was knighted.

Eye of Horus.



This is a band I really like, nothing is sacred I guess. And John King, the singer is giving the word up to the Illuminati.

The Bavarian Illuminati have infiltrated the Freemason lodges quite some time ago so it's pretty much the same thing. The goal of the Illuminati is world dominace, but the higher 33 degree Masons just want to worship Lucifer and be left alone.



Here's Lady GaGa, again. She's a total trash bag whore. What a prostitute.

Speaking of prostitutes.



Madonna, blatant Illuminati slogan on her jacket. Whatever. Side note, about Madonna, being a Kabbalist, the Kabbalah is a book of black magic, using sacred geometry and numbers. It's one of the oldest practices on Earth.

Here's David Bowie drawing the Kabbalah.



Pyramids.



On his album "Earthling" there's two tirangles on his jacket, one on top inverted, and one upright which is a metaphor of "As above, so below' this is seen all over the place. And it's the British flag, but whatever. That can't be related to anything can it?

Three of a kind.



I made this comparison photo, with Lady GaGa inserted. The first image is George Washington, 33 degree Freemason. Washington DC has a star chart in the layout of the city. Eygpt has a star chart in it's layout of the pyramids. The importance of the stars, and astrology to the occult should be clear by this point.

The image of Baphomet, the goat headed character, was a pagan deity worshipped by the Knights Templar, and revived in the 19th century as a figure of Satanism.

There's nothing evil about astrology, but mixed with the Kabbalah and black magic it's tools used by the occult, and exploited a lot in mainstream entertainment, and is hidden in plain sight, but if you don't know how to look you won't see it. There's a lot more musicians now who use pyramid hand gestures, like hiphop artists, notably Jay Z and Kanye West, as well as Rihanna, whose a major occult puppet, who has Baphomet of all things in one of her music videos.

As the song plays, it just goes on and on for the occult world.

Artists Selling Out Humanity

My favorite musical artist is the biggest sell-out, so what right? And no, it's not Lady GaGa. But fuck all you serfs, who bend over and take it for a buck, who want to extend yourself higher than everyone else. Maybe it's to get the girl -- fuck, who cares -- the worst part is you'll keep quiet about your opinions and dissent. You'll keep your mouth shut, and your views to yourself, away from the dark, and demented (and cruel) entertainment industry. Totally-totally eat shit if you can't speak your mind about what you believe in, because it'll ruin your career. Take a chance, or be a spineless and useless human being. You contribute to the problem, you services it. You're worthless to me.

Well then, the fact is we don't need any more entertainers, we really don't. We have enough now. People need to wake the fuck up, and focus on what is important. Example: Exposing the lies, and manipulation by these corporations, and getting angry at the political powers who let them overtake us. The corporate run media wants to control our decision making, and how we live our lives, what we eat, who we should fuck, etc. And most commonly what we watch and listen to. It's very broad, and there's an agenda here.

All these new artists have the same imagery, they close one eye, and expose the all seeing one. Give me a Goddamn break. I know what you're up to, and it isn't anything new at all. Imagery such as an eye, pyramids, checkered flooring, one armed raised, one arm lowered "as above, so below" a statement used in Freemasonry and in any exploitation of the occult, even though "occult" means hidden. Not so much here.

If you have eyes to see, then look, or quit closing them. Every single movie has occult imagery. You may be asking me here, is there any specific artist or movie? They all fucking have it! You can start with the most popular though. If you want to break it down, the wealthy elite upper classes laugh at you, and expose their ruling over you heavily through entertainment. They rub your face in it, actually. And I'm kind of tired of seeing it as a matter of fact. Some of it is blatant, and the rest of it is the use of symbolism that can be seen everywhere. Finding out what it means, the occult, the hidden, is enlightening. Maybe illuminating? Yes, it empowers your mind. Here's a few questions to you ask yourself: What are more examples of this imagery? Where is it from? What does it all mean? Go find out for yourself. It's really easy to do. With the advent of the Internet, I don't understand why anyone wouldn't want to expand their own knowledge of things.

Here's a secret though, everything that you know is backwards. These people who hold all the cards are rebellious to the system, (which the backbone is supposed to be freedom) they want to destroy it, they want all way of life to be controlled, and at their finger tips.

"Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law" - Aleister Crowley. Occult founder of Ordo Templi Orientis. One of many secret societies.

They want to skip nature, they want the unnatural to outweigh universal laws. They use witchcraft, it's really just science. It's tapping into 'dark matter' dark matter cannot be seen, but can be made visible through sorcery. There's a lot more going on than we can see, and we can't see shit, when we can't even see passed our TV's. Fuck humanity. It would take total destruction for people to understand. To get out from their flamming houses and say, "what is going on?' Unfortunately this is bound to occur.

But get your kicks will you can, and money isn't everything, surely not worth selling yourself for.

Check back for my next post where I expose some of these bastards.