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cure is a good band'/><category term='other blog'/><category term='sex?'/><category term='socializing'/><category term='porn store'/><category term='dinks'/><category term='television'/><category term='bubble tea'/><category term='life'/><category term='society&apos;s drones'/><category term='occult related'/><category term='hamburgers'/><category term='micheal j. fox'/><category term='blah'/><category term='asians'/><category term='gaysex'/><category term='blue-balls'/><category term='contortionist'/><category term='entertainment'/><category term='porno'/><category term='satire'/><category term='data'/><category term='gung ho'/><category term='vermin'/><category term='lux interior'/><category term='boners'/><title type='text'>Introducing: Pain, Murder, Suffering</title><subtitle type='html'>World issues, music, entertainment, and Internet junk.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001518087519860467/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001518087519860467/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Fil Mouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05996716442093209999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q7koirTxwdo/Tydmp5zv4qI/AAAAAAAAANc/fvJXjUT-N9c/s220/Me%2BPhone.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>78</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001518087519860467.post-1099655972188985547</id><published>2012-05-28T22:49:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-31T23:51:36.494-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='statistics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='other blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natalie portman cameltoe? saudi arabians'/><title type='text'>The Results Are In (I Don't Have Aids, Shut Up)</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v204/bododa/?action=view&amp;amp;current=pac_chart-3.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/bododa/pac_chart-3.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so this is funny, I was looking at my stats, because the new Blogger has all that shit, most sites make it easier to check now, ya know, because I'm lazy and I don't really give a flying shit. So I looked out of boredom, honestly, I really don't care that much, I just hope somebody out there in Internet land gets something, anything out of my writing, whatever that may be. So to the point, the top keywords that get people to stumble upon my blog through Google are: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"three boobs" - that's a big hit.&lt;br /&gt;"anal beeds" - of course, why not?&lt;br /&gt;"natalie portman cameltoe - interesting.&lt;br /&gt;"denham fouts" - very cool, famous male prostitute.&lt;br /&gt;"natalie portman pussy' - okay, I get it, people want to see her stuff.&lt;br /&gt;"painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com" - URL that.&lt;br /&gt;"penis tumblr" - uh, alright, that makes a lot of sense (no).&lt;br /&gt;"occult musicians' - nice.&lt;br /&gt;"illuminati musicians" - nice.&lt;br /&gt;"tumblr penis" - am I missing something? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yeah, folks, whoever-the-hell you are, I've had this blog for awhile now, since 2009, since 9/11 of 2009 which holds significance to me. I've had a few ad offers, I told them to go shove it, of course, and I've been asked to write reviews for Virus Scanner shit, huh? Yeah, obviously I said fuck off. Actually I just said something confusing, I forget what it was, somethihng along the lines of, I think you're mom needs a Virus Scanner. Maybe that's what it was, forget. So there's been some laughs, and some tears, and I actually have another blog. I thought posting things from there onto here would be redundant, but maybe I will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a tumblr, no tumblr penis though. For all you people interested in more occult stuff. But, it has more to offer, videos I've made and I don't know, just other shit. &lt;a href="http://dystopianfiend.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://dystopianfiend.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the United States has most of my audience, naturally, because Canada sucks. But we're not as in debt and other obvious facts. UK is third from Canada, and then it's Saudi Arabia, that's fucking weird. Next is Australia, Germany, India, Brazil, France, and lastly South Africa. I have no idea why, but hey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love to my Saudi Arabians out there. Tons of love (send me a wife). And to the rest -- I don't really care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001518087519860467-1099655972188985547?l=painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/1099655972188985547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com/2012/05/results-are-in-no-i-dont-have-aids-shut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001518087519860467/posts/default/1099655972188985547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001518087519860467/posts/default/1099655972188985547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com/2012/05/results-are-in-no-i-dont-have-aids-shut.html' title='The Results Are In (I Don&apos;t Have Aids, Shut Up)'/><author><name>Fil Mouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05996716442093209999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q7koirTxwdo/Tydmp5zv4qI/AAAAAAAAANc/fvJXjUT-N9c/s220/Me%2BPhone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001518087519860467.post-7108106921398539347</id><published>2012-05-27T15:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-28T23:12:18.047-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='masturbation'/><title type='text'>The Whore Of Babylon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v204/bododa/?action=view&amp;amp;current=great-whore.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/bododa/great-whore.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was masturbating and I was thinking, man this is disgusting what I'm looking at, or man she's such a whore. But really she was just portraying a whore, like most of it is an illusion, it's an act. Sure, there's a dick in her and some guy later cums in her face, but most of it is total and utter bullshit, I'm sure she likes to be treated good, don't most girls? Yeah, it's just for money, yeah, but come on, it's tiresome, and really, like, disgusting, but maybe that's what's charming about it, I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, porn -- really-really charming, yeah, sure. Yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masturbation is kind of addictive, I try to avoid it sometimes, I take breaks. Whore's get fucked constantly, and play with themselves all the time I guess. Or just get fucked. I don't have any adoration for whores. Love actually turns me on most, gives me a hard on, hard on for love. That's me. None of this greasey shit, this spectacle of testical, why did I ryhme that? Testicals, yeah. Ball-mashing, is that any fun? It actually gets pretty sore.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this thing? -- Sex. God, I wish I didn't need it. It's a real disturbance being horny and having no one to have sex with. And going out and finding it is a pain. I'm already horny now, it can't really wait, like, sorry honey but I want my dick in your mouth before dinner. Fuck dinner, well fuck my dick I mean.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the Whore of Babylon, what's she all about? She's the Harlot who rides the beast of Revelations, if the bible holds any water to you then that means you give a shit. Lady GaGa had her on her mind with her style of course, which is...I guess, not very surprising. "I'm a whore, check it out! I'm the Whore of Babylon." Babylon just means wicked city, or confusion. We're in global Babylon now. So a girl being a whore or a slut, big fucking deal right? Pornstars are paid prostitutes, oldest profession in the world. But is it a respectful one? Maybe in their community it is, it's a wicked world after all. People get praised for their immoral deeds. What's moral in our world when everything is backwards, and when we're being demoralized by society and Television, Eh? No answer? Cheating is a popular topic for T.V. shows and in movies, man do I ever hate that. It's not cool, but a girl who falls for another guy is also not cool. If every girl will fall for somebody else, what is the fucking point of the man? Are we just Appetizers? Snacks? For the time being. Why even bother at all with someone who finds interest in everyone else? I'm not saying a totally possessive relationship, or person is better, I just mean, have some decency, don't lead men on (girls) if you are going to find someone else. The thing is, the response would be from a girl I mean, "how am I suppose to know? It just happens." Well, tell them to eat shit, be loyal to your lover. And you're just going to find somebody else again, so stop being such a parasite. Moving from host to host, bah. That's how diseases are spread, but you are the disease really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm bitter, why shouldn't I be? People are lousy. And maybe whores are more fun, they're painfully transparant. We fuck, then we stop, then okay, bye, then she fucks somebody else. Ugh, ew. Nevermind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And the woman was arrayed in purple and scarlet colour, and decked with gold and precious stones and pearls, having a golden cup in her hand full of abominations and filthiness of her fornication: &lt;br /&gt;And upon her forehead was a name written a mystery: BABYLON THE GREAT, THE MOTHER OF HARLOTS AND ABOMINATIONS OF THE EARTH." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I just quote the bible? Oh my god -- literally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001518087519860467-7108106921398539347?l=painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/7108106921398539347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com/2012/05/whore-of-babylon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001518087519860467/posts/default/7108106921398539347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001518087519860467/posts/default/7108106921398539347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com/2012/05/whore-of-babylon.html' title='The Whore Of Babylon'/><author><name>Fil Mouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05996716442093209999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q7koirTxwdo/Tydmp5zv4qI/AAAAAAAAANc/fvJXjUT-N9c/s220/Me%2BPhone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001518087519860467.post-6386735742004254847</id><published>2012-05-27T14:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-28T23:12:48.649-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship woes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the cure is a good band'/><title type='text'>Relationblips</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v204/bododa/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tell-me-about-search-for-romantic-guy-willy-wonka-meme-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="tell-me-about-search-for-romantic-guy-willy-wonka-meme-1" border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/bododa/tell-me-about-search-for-romantic-guy-willy-wonka-meme-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, hello whoever is reading this. I love you (said softly). Whatever happened to a relationship that worked out? I don't know. Mine lasted a year, and guess what? She gave up, not me. I tried pleading, and all of that, but to no avail. Our relationship became toxic, that's what she said - that's what she said. Anyway, uh, hm, I never got to see her very much, I feel a bit cheated out of a whole and complete relationship. We were more like fuck buddies who loved each other. The sex was good, but I was good, so sex can be good always if I am. All the girl has to do to be good at sex is suck dick good. What else do they do? Move their pelvic muscles in sync properly? Turn on occasion? Do they talk dirty? None that I have fucked. I'm good in bed because of stamina and doing what makes them orgasm, what makes it happen. My orgasms suck in comparison, I'm jealous, always, always jealous of theirs. What the fuck is the point of me cumming? I sometimes think to myself, if it won't be that great anyway. The payoff for me isn't that fantastic. Masturbating is a bit dead to me, but I have to do it occasionally. I have this bummed out feeling when I think, that's it? That's all? Shows over? That's the feeling? Pathetic. When I'm happy I think when I cum it feels a lot better. When I'm horny, I love to stuff a girl, for awhile. Apparently my dick hurts girls when I deep-dick them. Which is merely me putting my dick all the way in. Sorry, vaginal wall. I was looking at the silhouette of my dick, my cock, I like saying cock better, and it looked awesome. The silhouette of my cock, and it going into a vagina. Some weird angle, and interesting lighting. Nice. Kind of an art-thing, or just a whatever thing, but I was admiring it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So something interesting happened, disregarding my year long relationship, because it was almost insignificant, because she was always busy and would come to my place and use my shower and sleep in my bed and then we'd argue about something. AWESOME. What happened to me was I fell for someone else, in the time she wanted space. Literally just a week. I called up my old friend, that I hadn't talked to in like a year and a half. Let's watch a movie, or something, hangout, and do my tarot reading. Which I totally appreciated. Anyway, long story short, we had a lot of sex and it was really fun. She showed me she cared quite a lot, and she was very comforting and nurturing, something that I haven't felt in a long time. My ex -- forget it. Her ability to show emotion and care for me was very weak, and needed so much work, and the fact that I had to tell her things was a sign right there not to bother. I couldn't fuck the emotions into her, so..yeah.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever request rim-jobs, for your asshole to be licked by your girlfriend, and if she doesn't seem to want to, then she'll probably break up with you. That's what happened to me. Words of wisdom, words to live by. Whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001518087519860467-6386735742004254847?l=painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/6386735742004254847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com/2012/05/relationblips.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001518087519860467/posts/default/6386735742004254847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001518087519860467/posts/default/6386735742004254847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com/2012/05/relationblips.html' title='Relationblips'/><author><name>Fil Mouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05996716442093209999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q7koirTxwdo/Tydmp5zv4qI/AAAAAAAAANc/fvJXjUT-N9c/s220/Me%2BPhone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001518087519860467.post-1478326226962261721</id><published>2012-01-30T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T16:11:25.011-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evolve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society grow up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='non-violent protest'/><title type='text'>Society Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v204/bododa/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Society.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/bododa/Society.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Society is degrading into nothing. Quote me on that. It has always been out to degrade into absolute shit and till its death. What is the rebirth? The New World Order. Do you have to ask? Television, pop culture, drugs, food, government all has degraded and been poisoned more through each generation. Coincidence? I think not, asshole. I add. So it's a conspiracy, but an open one. Because you see it literally every-fucking-day. It's a slow death. It's a crawl to the end of the human race, and the spawn of something else. It's a totally unnatural growth, if you can call it that. That's the fucking point I'm trying to make. Put down your cheese burritos and listen to me here for a second if you can. It's not about being a freak, it's about being conscious of what is going on here. Just what the fuck is really going on here. Not one person's opinion, the actual fact of the matter. And it's shitty, who can deny that? There's these barcodes I've been noticing, where you scan your phone over them, god, pretty lame looking to. The microchip has been rejected by most people, but they will always have methods of tracking us. Despite whatever little discrepancies we have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we kill these fuckers? The ones in power. Stop giving them power, numb-nuts. It's not fucking rocket science, stop holding up the pyramid of control. Stop participating. We're doing it, motherfucks. People in-the-know are like, wake the fuck up! Well, it's more like, sit the fuck down, and stop contributing to the problems. I say anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas it's 2012, it's of some significance, importance..I guess. I'm surprised I made it. What's in store? More manure, and compost, and other decay. Is watching death really that entertaining? I guess for those desensitized children out there, with their combat videogames, and whatever the fuck else. Guns 'n stuff. The death culture. The butt culture, because, I don't know, they smell like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the byproduct of the movie Pump Up The Volume, and if you've seen it, well, then you understand me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, society is on a demolition course, so stand on the sidelines and watch it fall, or demand more from it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001518087519860467-1478326226962261721?l=painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/1478326226962261721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com/2012/01/society-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001518087519860467/posts/default/1478326226962261721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001518087519860467/posts/default/1478326226962261721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com/2012/01/society-part-2.html' title='Society Part 2'/><author><name>Fil Mouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05996716442093209999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q7koirTxwdo/Tydmp5zv4qI/AAAAAAAAANc/fvJXjUT-N9c/s220/Me%2BPhone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001518087519860467.post-8840987048622565507</id><published>2012-01-30T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T19:40:17.405-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hardly political'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life..it&apos;s a shame'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='more more more'/><title type='text'>Society And Beyond</title><content type='html'>&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v204/bododa/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ImWithWorld-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/bododa/ImWithWorld-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, society, really not much to be desired of. Life..who needs it? General excitement, and wonder for existence usually goes away in your early teens, doesn't it? Then you find someone, and have a relationship, and I guess maybe even just get laid, and you want it to be satisfying, and full of hope, I guess. I don't know. After a few too many relationships things become a bit drab. Life is just surviving, they've made it that way, unless you have a successful career, constantly busy, chipper, cheerful, stress usually sets in on any life. Money, bills, payments, debts, betrayals. Maybe some therapy is needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's life after life? And what really is life? The illusion we buy into? Life is something else, it should be moving forward, new things, ideas, something. Something would be something. I was tired of society three decades ago when I was a child. I guess some of us just never settle in. Upsetting the apple cart. There's a robot pulling that apple cart, and who programmed that thing? They're probably dead now. Dead society, dead end. Old programming. Get rid of that. What's the new programming? New programming. We don't need new programming, just freedom of choice, and to create more choices. No more establishments, let's live off the land, and if some rich asshole says they own it, well, now it's mine, so fuck off. A big mob of people can say; Yeah, it's his land and ours! Okay, backing down now. Let's live off the land and if there's not enough land or resources, which I'm sure there is, then people can die naturally. How about that? Live in this space we have called Earth, no governments, no corporations, just making our own goods, harvesting, everyone involved. Oh, well, Africa is having issues growing things, well send them some of our goods over, help out your fellow man, or women, or child. Give them clean fucking water to grow things properly. These issues aren't as difficult as the public arena make it seem. Anyway, easy answers. Even without any of the secret technology let out, free energy etc, we could be doing just fine on this planet. Maybe modern society would be bored, because they won't have Television or their computer gizmos. Who cares, I'd rather be healthier and with others who want this change. It's pretty much like stepping backwards, but technology has truly ruined this planet anyway. What am I Amish? Well, they're doing fine aren't they? In their communities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strip the world of the cement roads that cars run on, and start growing vegetables there. Make an altruistic change. Let's do that. The powers that be won't be able to control us anymore if we ignore their technology and stop using it. And if we stop funding corporations and being little cogs in the machine, worker slaves. Yeah I like warm showers too, we can have power generators, okay? We can generate power easily. No more corporations, boycott them, stop paying your bills. Or go be Amish, use candles maybe. How do they bake food? With fire, oh right. Fire ovens, nice. Sounds like it would be pretty tasty that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in 2012 make a change by saying, fuck you society! I won't take part in your bullshit anymore, I'm done, stick a fork in me. Let's evolve, or evolve away from technology, it won't be a part of our evolution. Evolving is something done consciously. Think differently, it's the spark we need to move forward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001518087519860467-8840987048622565507?l=painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/8840987048622565507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com/2012/01/society-and-beyond.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001518087519860467/posts/default/8840987048622565507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001518087519860467/posts/default/8840987048622565507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com/2012/01/society-and-beyond.html' title='Society And Beyond'/><author><name>Fil Mouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05996716442093209999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q7koirTxwdo/Tydmp5zv4qI/AAAAAAAAANc/fvJXjUT-N9c/s220/Me%2BPhone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001518087519860467.post-578988659201149180</id><published>2012-01-28T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T19:41:02.809-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prophecies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being funny again'/><title type='text'>The Weekly World News</title><content type='html'>&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v204/bododa/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tab4-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/bododa/tab4-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some 2012 shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Knights Templar, after excavating King Solomon's temple, for Grimoires and other magickal texts and what not, SECRETS, they found a few prophecies, according to this bullshit paper. But it has to be more credible than any other paper, even though it's deemed as "the funny paper". Funny? FUNNY? You're funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now to the prophecies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scientist, whoever, or some random person will discover the cure for DEATH. Well, aging. And it will severely affect the..American Economy? More likely all economies, because uh, I guess people won't retire and too many fucking old, young people around. Whatever. People will take advantage of it, and it will cost million of dollars, and blah, blah, blah. I won't take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other prophecy is that Jesus will return riding a tank, alongside four other tanks..or something. The facts do not matter here really. But he'll totally be riding on a tank, standing on it, I guess. Near the end of 2012. In Iraq, which used to be ancient Babylon. A friend of mine is like, isn't he supposed to return riding a horse? Maybe there will be a little scribbled drawing of one on the tank. Yeah, sure, why not? When you're making up the future, you can do whatever you want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world is a farce, if you were the very earliest man, you would fuck with people's heads too. Prophecies aren't prophecies, they're plans for the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a prophecy, the future will suck, because idiots have been running this planet for too long. Evil morons that is. Evil wizards, actually. Yeah, some wizardry. Well they fooled nearly everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They must be smart for duping the planet, not really. It's just cleverness, and not wise at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the paper wasn't even very funny, for a funny paper. The large Elephantiasis footed women was kind of funny, I don't know, more tragic than anything. Her butt was also gigantic too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001518087519860467-578988659201149180?l=painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/578988659201149180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com/2012/01/weekly-world-news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001518087519860467/posts/default/578988659201149180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001518087519860467/posts/default/578988659201149180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com/2012/01/weekly-world-news.html' title='The Weekly World News'/><author><name>Fil Mouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05996716442093209999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q7koirTxwdo/Tydmp5zv4qI/AAAAAAAAANc/fvJXjUT-N9c/s220/Me%2BPhone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001518087519860467.post-341000918922815686</id><published>2012-01-28T00:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T19:41:50.124-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dot communism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society grow up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nwo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='occult related'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet censorship'/><title type='text'>The Internet, Net Nuturality And Other Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v204/bododa/?action=view&amp;amp;current=internet.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/bododa/internet.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why hasn't anyone made a Dot Cum yet? All the porn sites could have a .cum, would make much more sense, but I guess it's too stupid. Okay, uh, Blogs are going to be censored, or are now in the United States. I'm sure child porn will still exist, but speaking your mind or any controversial (what isn't now?) topics won't. Maybe they will get rid of child porn, but I kind of doubt it. I'm sure the communist Chinese censoring the Internet love child porn. Of course they do. They even eat children. People running the planet eat children. And they eventually, or now want an entire database of our bio metrics, they call it. Basically a guide or list for the overlords of our planet to find out whose best to sacrifice to their spirit gods. What else would it be for? Just recently it struck me that Hitler wanted an entire Aryan race because they would make the best sacrificial victims, according to what the occult consider a perfect sacrificial candidate. A child of the age of seven and whose above regular intelligence is good enough, according to Alistair Crowley. Blue eyes and blond hair I guess is more of a devine sacrifice, I don't know. Makes sense in an absolutely demented kind of way, but people running our planet are demented, so. Don't believe me? There's like a mountain of evidence for you if you look for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hobby is finding out how truly fucked up the planet is and how it's run, and what the agenda is going on. It's pretty straight forwarded though. Instead of a democratic dictatorship it will be an uncloaked, totalitarian, dictatorial ruling over every aspect of each persons lives. Where you go, what you do, who you talk to, what you eat, who you fuck, all monitored openly this time with technology that exists right now. Is that it? And what's so special about me? Nothing, but the ruling members want to find out what genes you carry and if you're of any worth at all to them. A scientific dictatorship, it would be best described as. We're all imprisoned lab rats, then they're finally going to be outright about it to us. Yet still people will be clueless about it. It will be zero freedom, we will have freedom zones or something to stretch our feet out. Before it gets to this point there will be more wars, famine, pestilence, stuff like that. Total tyranny. Who cares what's going on in the news right now, know the agenda and it's merely miniature steps. And the more chaos, the more greater steps. Order, order here, New World Order. They will create problems that are phony, like everything in your life that's a problem to you and can easily be fixed if we didn't rely on money and things were naturally abundant. We'd all be happy, because all of our lives are run by the monetary system, and it will only get worse after it crashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's supremely negative, uh, finding out how shitty things are in the world. Girls really don't want to listen I find, even if they do comprehend. Why spoil someone's life by mentioning they're in servitude to a ruling elite who just see them as cattle? People who join the Illuminati secret society network are so fucking naive. Musicians especially. Uh, yeah, I'd like to do a lot of things today but the Illuminati run the planet and I'm bummed out by it. This is common around my household. Yeah, they're going to fail with their New World Order, so, grab a taco, while there's still tacos around and wait it out, or kill yourself. The wait might be a thousand years, who knows. Eventually their evil rule will fall. Evil always fucking loses in movies, it's almost like they know this and think they are so much clever though. Cleverness without wisdom is reckless. It's clever to make a nuclear bomb, but it isn't wise to do so, as someone said once, I don't know who, many have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's so many fucking cool and in-the-know people on this planet, they really ought to come out. I have a strong feeling that there is more awesome people, but they're silenced, and controlled still. Too bad. I guess they're not so awesome then. I really like David Icke a lot, he speaks out about some amazing shit, but I don't know if I could trust the guy. He gets a lot of his information from ex Freemasons. He uses a lot of their motifs too. The Masons are the worship and teachings of Lucifer, as I have to continually remind people. Apparently the spirit of Lucifer is the star Sirius. Planets have spirits, animals and other beings like us have spirits. And a spirit is consciousness, and a specific personality, so yeah, okay, Lucifer is real I guess if you can believe everything is a spirit principal. He's only hinted upon in the bible, but that thing was written by aliens, come on. Get over it. Maybe a type of Jesus character existed, he exists in most religions and folklore, but they're all space gods, aliens. It's kind of a crock of shit. I'm wondering where the hell the real god is actually, everyday. God must be the neutral force, and is impartial to it's own creation, or co-creation. Who knows, who cares, but we're all suppose to get over life drama and be happy, it's just hard to do in a world of illusion and torment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh come on, cheer up right. I'm just not happy with flatscreens, and cell phones, and Facebook. This is all society really has to offer you. Ha, what a fucking joke. I want to explore space. It's my god given right as a being of our universe. Way more fucking fun. It's what we should be doing, not being in servitude to grand masters of magick. Fuck them, let's do more amazing things. Can't we? Please? We can if we wanted to. I do. This kind of thing makes me cry, when someone mentions our greater potential, which is even more than just journeying to other planets. I just want the direction of this life to stop, and change it. And not bullshit about it, just do it. Back in Y2K we had the choice to change the direction of where society was going. In the 90s most spiritualists, and psychics, etc would say that we're moving into a "new age' yuck, I hate saying that, but something new, but not evil, let's say it's definitely the way to go if it's not for evil purposes. But guess what? Nothing happened, we all reset, we all did all the same old fucking fads, and trendy shit from other decades which got regurgitated as usual all over again. Same old shit. Constant regurgitation. Uh, the fucking Rubik's Cube is florescent now, or something. Up yours, cubed brain, unoriginal, uncreative, bullshit ideas. I'm done, I'm full, there's enough, there was enough, fuck off. None of these things further humanity in any way. Are we in the 90s now? Because I really fucking hated the 90s. I guess we're just everything, because we really have to change our course and direction soon. I'm sure most people could agree with me on that. At very least. Unless they love their flatscreens so much. I could do without any source of electronic entertainment if we all had the ability to leave our planet, and if we fed our entire planet properly with it's abundant resources that are hoarded by the elite faction, fuckheads. I would like to have a garden, I would like to have more nature around me, wouldn't you? Instead industry, which is pretty much all going to be destroyed anyway for the New World Order. But I would like to stare into the sky and be like, oh I'm taking flying lessons for a spaceship today, it's really easy to do also, anyone could do it with the secret space technology that is kept hidden from us. There is no, in the future we will have more, in the future we will have such awesome, cool shit. We've had it for a long fucking time now, duh. Movie and science fiction writers took all the ideas from operatives in the government sharing their intel with them. Gene Roddenberry, George Lucas, the dickhead Steven Spielberg, they all had their insiders. They were nothing but instruments by the occults to exploit and make profit on these secret truths, instead of informing the public, like Nikola Tesla wanted to with his advanced technology in the early 1900s for fuck sakes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, like everything on the fucking planet is a scam-on-you anyway. And it's not really funny to me anymore. It's a joke, and the joke's on us. And I will continually say it until I guess they have to shut me down. But my spirit will soar, or something cheesy like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't censor me asshole. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001518087519860467-341000918922815686?l=painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/341000918922815686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com/2012/01/internet-net-nuturality-and-other-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001518087519860467/posts/default/341000918922815686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001518087519860467/posts/default/341000918922815686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com/2012/01/internet-net-nuturality-and-other-stuff.html' title='The Internet, Net Nuturality And Other Stuff'/><author><name>Fil Mouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05996716442093209999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q7koirTxwdo/Tydmp5zv4qI/AAAAAAAAANc/fvJXjUT-N9c/s220/Me%2BPhone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001518087519860467.post-4971813086843753303</id><published>2012-01-27T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T19:43:22.895-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie woes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='occult in cinema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society sucks'/><title type='text'>Mainstream Cinema</title><content type='html'>&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v204/bododa/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1948_hr_photo_interieur-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/bododa/1948_hr_photo_interieur-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it a fun life to be in films? To be around a bunch of other actors working on their accents, memorizing their lines so they can be a regurigitator? A bunch of liars trying to entertain idiots. Yeah, the life of an actor is..who cares. Actors are modern day Quart Jesters, so is anyone in the entertainment industry, such as music performers, and uh, Presidents. Performance artists is what they really are. Be it bad ones, sometimes an amusement though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movies are full of shit. They're disinfo. On occasion there's factual things put in, but generally watered down. It's a version of some truth, because nothing is original anyway, just a rip-off. Modern directors are terrible. It's like they're making movies for people who haven't seen them yet. They could literally cut and paste movies from the 80s and 90s and they'd be exactly the same, except ours now are dumber. Pathetic waste of time. Writing this is a waste of time. I hate cinematic scores that overpower a scene. Like, okay, shut up, we get that it's an action scene, or that something really big is happening. I have to turn the volume down. Here's an example -- wait a second, why did I watch this movie? I must be a retard, but that last Pirates of the Caribbean movie was dull, drab, and just annoying, and insulting bullshit. Truly drivel, just droll. Fucking just a real waste of time. Substance? Nah, there isn't any. The special effects sucked cock, worst than ever. A CGI snake looked like, I don't know, one from the Jungle Book cartoon. Pretty bad. The story -- predictable. The characters -- absolutely annoying, ridden with bad jokes. The movie -- a bad joke. Johnny Depp fucking sucked. The movie had the same basic formula as every movie you've ever seen. The moments of action, having the LOUD score, the romance, why romance? The romantic tension basically, crap, the same old..well, crap. Cheesy as ever. Boy and girl hate each other, boy and girl like each other later, then boy and girl have feud, then fuck off from each other. The interplay between Jack GaySparrow with the girl, I forget her stupid name, it was just fucking everything we've ever seen before, to the extent of insulting mentally handicapped people, to very young children, even though I give them more credit. It's not their fault they're lied to, and haven't seen enough of this entertainment repeating itself nonesense. But they learn fast, this strand of bullshit can't last forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so this Adam Sandler movie where he plays a female version of himself, the trailer itself will make you lose hope for humanity. I totally did. I felt that the lows Hollywood would sink to are never ending, and there's no return, we're sucked into this big-fucking-gaping-void. God help us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn the shit off. Throw your TV in the trash. Stop going to see movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the Rum Diaries a few months ago now, I enjoyed it, it was alright. But it was written fucking ages ago. I heard about how they froze semen from like the 60's or something, and thawed it out and impregnated a women with it a few years ago, giving birth to the worlds oldest child. Yeah, use that as a metaphor regarding movies. The germ, or in this case spunk of a good and original idea are decades old. Sorry folks, show's over. We're going to evolve today, and do different things with society. Instead of the old, tired and beyond passe. I can hear someone saying right now, hey, have you heard of this one movie? You'd probably really like it, it's not bad. Yeah, maybe one out of a few hundred million. And I'm concentrating newer movies here, so there's no confusion. And don't get me started on remakes. Society is just a remake, and rerun, so whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's an aspect to movies that really bothers me, the Masonic symbolism. It's in every movie. The lady in the red dress, symbolizing seduction, and the lure into bad things, dirty, bad things. Not necessary evil, but on the road to corruption, just as with Freemasonry. Other things that bother me that I know about are, the one eye exposed imagery, I call it, pretty much a motif by this point. It's usually the right eye exposed, and the left eye covered, or damaged, or buggered in some way. Sometimes it's the other way around, the significance to this I don't quite understand yet, but it has something to do with the Egyptian god Set and his fight with Horus, Set disfiguring his left eye. The right eye symbolizes god to my knowledge, the right side to things is holy, and good, but left is evil, supposedly to the occult world. Deciphering this completely will take further investigation, and speculation, but seeing it more than often, is very annoying because of it's relevance to the Illuminati. The eye of Horus, eye of Lucifer, etc. Same shit. The evil eye. So What else is there? Oh, checkered flooring, good and evil meaning, the merging of good and evil through transformation. Usually seen in kitchen scenes or pretty much everywhere in movies now days. And any owl imagery is because it's the mascot for the Illuminati, and the symbol for the Bohemian Grove club. I fucking hate owls, they are evil, just look at them. Seeing in the dark is the significance to using the owl for a statement and symbol. We're all blind because we're kept in the dark, and they see things in the dark like owls do. Plus they are said to shape shift, and demons shape shift, according to the Goetia, a magical text, a grimoire written by demons, supposedly, and king Solomon of ancient Babylon. The EYEluminati and the Freemagicans stem their mystery school teachings from Babylon and older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the movie Minority Report this drug dealer guy has no eyes, and he says: "In the land of the blind, the one eyed man is king." That spoke volumes to me, I'm like, mmm'hmm, yes, I get that. Bastards. Keep everyone ignorant, and it's easier for the few and the wicked to rule over them. Yeah, yeah, yeah. I wish this was common knowledge already. I guess there's a lot of snake imagery, and reptilians in movies, demons, etc, just those Dinosaur men, who you know and love. Actually you don't, because that's what crazy people talk about isn't it? Reptilians, space gods, the knowledge bearers, like in THE Garden of Eden, the serpent with the knowledge, biblical, and mythical ties, and much older. Who really gives a shit? You're just trying to be entertained by a movie here. There's a lot more interesting topics they could talk about in movies, but that would mean exposing everything, the occult knowledge. Well, it would make a really good fucking movie I think. A friend of mine talked to this director, who made this crappy independent horror movie, with aliens in the addict or something. My friend didn't care much for seeing it, he requested after the director guy asked him, well, what would you think is a good idea for a movie then? He said that he thought if there was a movie that had an alien race taking the form of humans, V, in other words but being in places of power, Royalty, Religious and Political, the President is an alien for starters, even though they have to portray the President with a "nice guy" image and a benevolent one. Which is garbage, we all know that. So an entire race of aliens manipulating the masses, and working behind the cloak of human flesh, totally infiltrating everything on the planet. That would make a good movie plot, and it would be the closest to the truth if anything. Duh. But there needs to be more writers who have guts out there, and some vision. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe in another ten of fifteen years, oh god. Society moves at such a slow pace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001518087519860467-4971813086843753303?l=painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/4971813086843753303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com/2012/01/mainstream-cinema.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001518087519860467/posts/default/4971813086843753303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001518087519860467/posts/default/4971813086843753303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com/2012/01/mainstream-cinema.html' title='Mainstream Cinema'/><author><name>Fil Mouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05996716442093209999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q7koirTxwdo/Tydmp5zv4qI/AAAAAAAAANc/fvJXjUT-N9c/s220/Me%2BPhone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001518087519860467.post-1448221806829955749</id><published>2012-01-27T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T17:03:33.567-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bugger all'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discover new life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='most is gross'/><title type='text'>LIFE..Fucking Gross</title><content type='html'>&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v204/bododa/?action=view&amp;amp;current=please-clean-up-2.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/bododa/please-clean-up-2.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a joke, like pooping, and farting and all of that. It's pretty disgusting. People are like, you need to get over that. Why? It should be less gross. Why can't people say that life is fucking dirty, and nasty and I wish it was different. I wish the universe was different, maybe we're living in a faulty one. Maybe it just fucking sucks on purpose. And alllll the beauty..where? Nature? The inside of a toilet bowl? Glass half empty, "you're a glass half empty person" -- I hate when when people say that shit. My glass is full of shit actually, tripe.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So..my girlfriend's vagina kind of bugs me. Vagina boogers, vagina snot, is this normal? Even before my dick goes in there. I don't know, I love her, I should just shut up about it. Her feet stink sometimes. I don't know, girls are about as gross as guys are. I said this to girls before, and they begged to differ. Well, that means that humans are pretty fucking gross then. Why can't we have a cleaner race? Or..sex? I clean my butt, like constantly. It's very clean. My armpits are very clean, usually, and my B.O. isn't that terrible. My breath is pretty okay too. My girlfriend's vaginal bleeding smelled up my room awhile ago, I guess it was later in her period cycle it smells. She loves hot-sauce, and garlic and all this shit that I think is manly, and I guess that's sexiest, but fuck you. I hate curry, and stinky spicy shit that burns your insides. I'm a girl, or I'm what a girl should be hygienically. God.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Fuck it all, I usually say, because it stinks. Some asshole says something profound, then they burp or fart and it ruins the whole thing. I've loved people that I would always forgive..for being human. Sorry for being human, is the line that is given. But it usually doesn't regard stink, just making stupid mistakes. Fucking humans man, no wonder every other race in the universe ignores us. Ever wonder that? Yeah, we're dumb. Only the very select are privy to the correct knowledge and privileges. Yes, it's Elitist as fuck. We just need better fucking training to be clean. Our parents never were that great. Whose parents were great? I've never heard a case. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Everyone fucking reeks. Perfume also reeks. Patchouli, I don't know, a little more natural. I like the non scented things, mostly. Ever been in a room full of a shit load of incense? Like, oh my god, fuck. Too overwhelming. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And I could never be a pothead, it's too fucking smelly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001518087519860467-1448221806829955749?l=painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/1448221806829955749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com/2012/01/lifefucking-gross.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001518087519860467/posts/default/1448221806829955749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001518087519860467/posts/default/1448221806829955749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com/2012/01/lifefucking-gross.html' title='LIFE..Fucking Gross'/><author><name>Fil Mouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05996716442093209999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q7koirTxwdo/Tydmp5zv4qI/AAAAAAAAANc/fvJXjUT-N9c/s220/Me%2BPhone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001518087519860467.post-5831064836276970867</id><published>2011-11-14T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T14:46:05.433-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discover new life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meditation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anti-society'/><title type='text'>Meditation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v204/bododa/?action=view&amp;amp;current=meditation-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/bododa/meditation-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I've said in my previous post, I've been distancing myself from society greatly. But I've been connecting myself with higher energies. That through meditation. I don't have the greatest attitude in the world, and you'd think a lot of what I have to say would be considered negative, but I find it a release from thinking about it. Thinking excessively is the biggest bastard. "Energy flows where attention goes". My friend got that tattooed on him recently. It's true in all cases. That energy is used, not for good though. Our society is structured to be one giant energy sucking force. If nothing matters, and things are illusory, and time is also an illusion, and you and I are just a drop in the ocean, then that's the state of mind that works to connect to something better. Lose everything, and give up, it's actually a really good idea. That way you can become who you were again, in the beginning, which is most important. The present, past, and future all coexist according to physics, that'S a scary thought when you regret a lot about your life though. I regret the shitty moments, and desperate moments, yet they helped me search for more significant answers, instead of fallowing the herd. But I've always been that way, it's in my being. I lot of my life moments were very unnecessary, but it doesn't have to be relevant anymore when you can reach a sense of calm and true being, which is just a sincere and amazing feeling. Break it down to the fact that everyone wants to be happy and have nice feelings to last. It's for the greater feelings, and everyone can have them, and we don't all have to be heroin addicts, and chase the dragon to reach them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people are on stimulants, or drugs of some kind. Most things in our modern society can be deemed as some sort of an enhancer. Meditating doesn't give you a hangover, or any side effects. The majority of people think that meditation is hard, and you have to focus etc, not really. It's just listening, and opening up, and not thinking about things that don't matter. Which is a hard thing, but just taking a breath, and letting go, and focusing on a hum, or really nothing at all. Just not focusing, for me personally. Just being, being still, you can do it when you sleep, or watch a movie, or sit on the bus. It's really easy to do once you stop listening to what others opinions are about it. Relationships with people are very irritating, uh, people generally cause problems for your calm, and life really gets bothersome. However, these things aren't very important when we connect with who we really are which is all consciousness. Nothing really else unless you live by your appearance, and the surface-world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are like, yeah-yeah-yeah, I don't fucking buy it man. Searching outwards always, combing the mirror, I like that metaphor. You comb your head, not the mirror. So work is done on you, not out there. I could read every book on Earth and be dissatisfied. I could write a lot of books and be dissatisfied, I could have a million friends and be dissatisfied. None of that matters to me. It used to matter, when I was younger, and controlled though. I took a bite out of the poison apple which promised me fame, and fortune and all the other cliche crap. Boring. Why doesn't society find this shit boring yet? I'm screaming out in the wilderness here. Many famous, and successful people have drug problems too, and a sense of longing for more. Once you give up on all of that shit the longing for anything on this planet goes away. It's not a defeatis thing, and laying your head down low, and thinking you've failed. You've actually won, and your prize is peace of mind in knowing there's something more from connecting to a higher force. The word God is really vague to express what I have to say. Plus God is used for aliens, demons, etc so one can never be too sure. Just connect with your higher self, which is all consciousness, and it connects you with everything, and use your intuition to guide you properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in infinite possibility, so I believe in a lot of things I can't prove. But if you try some hallucinogenic, or DMT, you will understand pretty clearly that there are other forces that you can't see all the time at work. And the evil ones are minor, but pretty engrossed here on Earth. That's because of people selling out so easily for material bullshit. I think if I'm guilty of something it's letting things get to me too much, sometimes I lay awake with a large amount of grief lying on me. Really dense thoughts on things I shouldn't be worrying about. It affect my sleeping, it affects everything for me, because I get caught up in the material world, and focus my energy, with my mind on it. And I wish I had a handful of drugs that would work, or a button to turn it all off. Sometimes I have the ability to cease my thoughts, other times I don't. It's a mixed bag half of the time. I realized that a lot of good people aren't even very good, and positive people can also be liars. It's a tragic fact about people. None of us are perfect, so if you at least are trying to be a good person that'S the biggest step. I usually think that at least people can say about me is at least he tried to be a good person, that'S more than most. Not that I seek to be better than everyone, just the being good is much better for all. And having your peace, and having incredible feelings is a must, if you've tried it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001518087519860467-5831064836276970867?l=painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/5831064836276970867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com/2011/11/meditation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001518087519860467/posts/default/5831064836276970867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001518087519860467/posts/default/5831064836276970867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com/2011/11/meditation.html' title='Meditation'/><author><name>Fil Mouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05996716442093209999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q7koirTxwdo/Tydmp5zv4qI/AAAAAAAAANc/fvJXjUT-N9c/s220/Me%2BPhone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001518087519860467.post-8480007933647189568</id><published>2011-09-18T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T14:40:52.571-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annoying'/><title type='text'>Wear It (Because Someone Said So)</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v204/bododa/?action=view&amp;amp;current=obey-icon-tee.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/bododa/obey-icon-tee.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not cool. Having "Obey" written on your clothing is retarded, beyond retarded. I've been doing a lot of distancing myself from society these last few years, this year majorly, obviously. Would anyone blame me? God. Shit just keeps getting worse and worse, and more disenchanting. My friends and girlfriend, and people who are aware of this now hum-drum to me, and annoying, unoriginal, manipulating, endless spew of mainstream-media that is fucking insulting more than anything to me, most of these people still go along with it and silence themselves in some way. Can we say conform? In some way or another, but these are people I know, but hey, it's the truth. They would prefer to be ignorant most of the time just to carry on living in this fucking triangle hell. I tried to think of something unique to call this shit-hole planet, might as well be a triangle since it's exploited the most in our time. Yeah, you triangles can fuck off. And this Obey thing is a sign of the human race purposely being branded with, "I'm a slave and I love it. Why don't you love it too? You suck! Because you don't love it." Not my words really, just how I think of their personality at work. Not really their personality though, just the one given to them by others. You know, pathetic and idiotic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can suck to them. That's fine. The worst part is the ones that wear this clothing line probably more than anything think that they're not a slave, for the most part. Ridiculous. But they've succumbed to ignorance and would wear whatever is in fashion at the time. Because their friends wear it or something, I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's funny anymore? I need to be more funny again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be in this world but not of it. That is my favourite thing to say now. I'd take it a step further, don't be in or of this world at all. Make your own apartment or home your own reality, it's pretty nice. Leave out all the filth and clutter and triangles, that is the outside world. Discounting nature, and friendly people of course. Oh, and maybe sushi, but there's brain parasites in salmon sashimi apparently. Life's a brain parasite. Remove it, remove the force fed reality that literally is shoved into your eyes and crammed into your ears on a daily basis. Yuck, get the fuck out. Like ear wax, I have Q-tips for that. If only a special Q-tip to clean out the noise pollution as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty unimpressed at how we still have models, and whiny-suicidal-boring musicians, not to mention the turds that are celebrities, and really fucking loud commercials. And most of them are still from when I was a child mind you, Jesus. Turn that shit off, throw it away please. At least get it the fuck out of my field of awareness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my bitching was constructive, but probably not. Sorry to spoil your soup. I feel like an old man, God. I'm not even thirty years old yet. What the fuck. What the fuck indeed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a liter note, I've been having a lot more sex this year. At least. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I might get asked is, "when are you going to update your blog?" Whenever the fuck I want. And, "why don't you get a Tumblr, or something more modern maybe?" I don't know, I lack ambition. Most people don't care anyway, so whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unabashed truth interferes with the general person's senselessness, I think. Well I find them  to be revolting, so that's our relationship I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001518087519860467-8480007933647189568?l=painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/8480007933647189568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com/2011/09/wear-it-because-someone-said-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001518087519860467/posts/default/8480007933647189568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001518087519860467/posts/default/8480007933647189568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com/2011/09/wear-it-because-someone-said-so.html' title='Wear It (Because Someone Said So)'/><author><name>Fil Mouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05996716442093209999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q7koirTxwdo/Tydmp5zv4qI/AAAAAAAAANc/fvJXjUT-N9c/s220/Me%2BPhone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001518087519860467.post-5625728295691408002</id><published>2011-07-30T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T16:46:34.041-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not much new here'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anti-nwo'/><title type='text'>No Pyramid Structure Of Control</title><content type='html'>&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v204/bododa/?action=view&amp;amp;current=anti-triangle3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/bododa/anti-triangle3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, it's me. That guy. I haven't bothered to write anything in such a long time, other than letters to my girlfriend. I guess I just don't give a fuck about my blog really. I'm doing art now, and making anti-Illuminati posters, flyers, stickers, and sharpy vandalism whenever I can. And I run my mouth about it. Yes, still on that same boat. It's all I can fucking do. A friend of mine is trying to reach people through music, and give awareness through that means, but people generally don't give a shit about what an artist has to say anymore. Highlight that statement, and try to remember how terrible the truth is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, people are canned shit. Or some people are canned shit, okay most are. What the hell does canned shit even mean? Who cares. I made it up, and it makes no sense. In a senseless world, what is the point of making any sense at all? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm wondering if there's a name for when a person sneezes in someone's face when they're having sex. A snock, let's just call it a snock, because nothing makes ANY sense remember? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is my gadget, and it's the best yet. Bang, bang, I got mine. - Iggy Pop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, that Fukashimi fallout thing I failed to blog about, well, I talked about that a lot on my Facebook, which I got rid of recently. Thank god, I'm so happy about that. That New World Order device. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latest news, I made a logo. I like it. I think it gets the point across, a bit. Let's make a dent. I don't really care about the world, just the love I have in my life. That's about it. And Dove soap, I really like to lather my face with Dove soap. It's probably NWO-Illuminati soap, but whatever man. What isn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything of worth that you can felch out of this hole of a place, this hole of a world. What a fucking dump.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001518087519860467-5625728295691408002?l=painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/5625728295691408002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com/2011/07/no-pyramid-structure-of-control.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001518087519860467/posts/default/5625728295691408002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001518087519860467/posts/default/5625728295691408002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com/2011/07/no-pyramid-structure-of-control.html' title='No Pyramid Structure Of Control'/><author><name>Fil Mouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05996716442093209999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q7koirTxwdo/Tydmp5zv4qI/AAAAAAAAANc/fvJXjUT-N9c/s220/Me%2BPhone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001518087519860467.post-5822756909587213630</id><published>2011-04-16T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T00:28:33.441-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='illuminati'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='occult'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>Fistinati, Fuckinati, Cocksucking Humans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v204/bododa/?action=view&amp;amp;current=196009_10150502566485484_827085483_18071329_6662696_n-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/bododa/196009_10150502566485484_827085483_18071329_6662696_n-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a children's park, The Illuminati want to punch you in the face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's with the sun rays only being on the left side? Well, according to my knowledge that's the left-hand path of Lucifer, the Luciferian doctrine of the Freemason/Illuminati. Sometimes I masturbate with my left hand, is that evil? It does kind of feel a bit more evil. I'm actually right handed, so it just feels a bit weird. And why does anal sex have such a bad rap? I have good intentions whenever I do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001518087519860467-5822756909587213630?l=painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/5822756909587213630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com/2011/04/fistinati-fuckinati-cocksucking-humans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001518087519860467/posts/default/5822756909587213630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001518087519860467/posts/default/5822756909587213630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com/2011/04/fistinati-fuckinati-cocksucking-humans.html' title='Fistinati, Fuckinati, Cocksucking Humans'/><author><name>Fil Mouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05996716442093209999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q7koirTxwdo/Tydmp5zv4qI/AAAAAAAAANc/fvJXjUT-N9c/s220/Me%2BPhone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001518087519860467.post-5793764021111843170</id><published>2011-04-04T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T10:23:54.369-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resistance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='non-violent protest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bugspray'/><title type='text'>A Solution</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Today we're not going to participate in the world and its bullshit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be my favourite day. Complete noncompliance globally would end the system, and we would finally have it to ourselves, instead of it being lead by greedy, control freaks, which we would have to take out. But if no one was driving their tanks for them and operating their computers it would be a lot easier than you'd think. The powers that be would probably run and hide, like a bunch of cockroaches. Though we must stomp them out. By literally doing nothing. They'd probably die of fright. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a wishful thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001518087519860467-5793764021111843170?l=painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/5793764021111843170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com/2011/04/solution.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001518087519860467/posts/default/5793764021111843170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001518087519860467/posts/default/5793764021111843170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com/2011/04/solution.html' title='A Solution'/><author><name>Fil Mouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05996716442093209999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q7koirTxwdo/Tydmp5zv4qI/AAAAAAAAANc/fvJXjUT-N9c/s220/Me%2BPhone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001518087519860467.post-1629548974105609157</id><published>2011-03-30T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T20:58:58.980-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the zeitgeist movement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disinfo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nwo-propaganda'/><title type='text'>Fuck You Eyeball</title><content type='html'>&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v204/bododa/?action=view&amp;amp;current=zeitgeist2-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/bododa/zeitgeist2-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to rant about this new Zeitgeist documentary, it's pretty awful. It starts off with some potentially insightful and ralateable points, but it turns to propaganda real fast. This is supposed to be counter-propaganda material, not pro-New World Order agenda stuff. It even has the audacity to say that there is no hidden kabbalah controlling things. What the fuck is wrong with this idiot who made it? Total fucking NWO- propaganda movie. Just like the first two. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the world is broken, the economies of the world are pretty fucked, some more fucked than others. Capitalism and free market is terrible for people, it produces crap, money as you know it is debt and imaginary, and Wall Street makes no sense, and justifies it's lunacy. In a round about way it's showing us how badly the state of the planet is in, primarily America, because it's the center of the fucking world obviously, and if we carry on the way we are we'll surely die, and end the planet. This should be obvious to everyone by now. Even though it's a fucking con, and a lie, and an engineered problem. What's the solution? Destroy it all, and start over. It's the same exact plan as the NWO, what the hell is the NWO? It's complicated, but it's a series of super-rich families, and a bunch of pin-head politicians masquerading as powerful people, but in actuality it's European bankers and very old family lines going back to the very beginning of fascist assholes, hording everything, all of the resources of the planet, and fucking us, the peons over. Always. And they, who are those behind religion, the cultures of the world, who breach morality, and anything that we really find sacred, they're the ones behind it, fucking it in the ass, probably. Anyone with emotions, and a heart knows that this planet is way more evil than it should be. There's a massive imbalance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically the crappily put together documentary is like, this is how fucked up the world is, bad isn't it? Yeah, pretty awfully bad right? Kind of funny, no? Kind of fucking stupid, but yeah, we did this on purpose, now we're showing you exactly what we did, and now we're going to drive it into the ground, because it was created to function that way, and you can't do a thing about it, or make a lick of difference anyway. The guy, Peter Joseph is a vague piece of shit. He doesn't even talk about how the rich families of the world who openly discuss how they want to depopulate before they make they're sweet, luxurious. little slice of decadent heaven on Earth, and have it all to themselves. With the exception of a handful of slave workers who are in total serfdom and servitude to their royal Illuminati/Zionist/Jesuit/whatever-the-fuck royal masters. Cool, great future. It's the same exact idea of the New Age movement, but put all fluffy, and warm like science will save us or something, but it will become the new religion of the world. In the earlier Zeitgeist movies, the guy tries to debunk Christianity, yeah, well that's what the NWO plan to snuff out anyway, all of the religions for science. Some of these things aren't actually bad ideas, that's why there's a lot of followers in this movement, but the endgame result isn't anything to smile about. Christianity was always meant to end anyway, the end of the world I guess, but the end, the beginning -- whatever, it's all the same, even according to the ancients, and the Mayans, if you understand what they meant correctly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This New Age of enlightenment sounds like bullshit to me, the whole planet actually has to renounce their faith in whichever religion anyway for this to work. Hey, you're enlightened right now, choose to be spiritual or not, it's pretty easy, but don't join a cult, or a world cult as they'd like to have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pete mentions a world super-computer regulating the resources of our planet and trade, and the computer being the main system in control. That's the component of the NWO, undoubtedly already in place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001518087519860467-1629548974105609157?l=painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/1629548974105609157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com/2011/03/zeitgeist-documentarieslong-over-due.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001518087519860467/posts/default/1629548974105609157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001518087519860467/posts/default/1629548974105609157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com/2011/03/zeitgeist-documentarieslong-over-due.html' title='Fuck You Eyeball'/><author><name>Fil Mouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05996716442093209999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q7koirTxwdo/Tydmp5zv4qI/AAAAAAAAANc/fvJXjUT-N9c/s220/Me%2BPhone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001518087519860467.post-7765345195264171442</id><published>2011-02-19T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T08:02:37.133-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuck big buisness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eat for free'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='five finger discount'/><title type='text'>Shoplifting</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v204/bododa/?action=view&amp;amp;current=shoplifting-matters.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/bododa/shoplifting-matters.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shop lift, got a problem with that? Fuck you, it's great. You see what I do is, I lift things will I buy a bunch of cheap stuff, it works every time, and no one is the least suspecting. Sure people I know go into a store with a bag and fill it with things then leave, I get a bit nervous doing that. The art of stealing things is to be completely calm and relaxed. I don't use disguises, even though I know a person who does, I just remain polite, and charming as I rip you off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked out of a store wearing a hat I grabbed from there the other day, I got stopped. But, they just took the hat back and we carried on like I wasn't some sort of little criminal-shit. I got some mean looks, but I kind of just wanted to see if they were that stupid. I guess they weren't, but sometimes they are really stupid, so take advantage. They don't lose much, whatever owner of the business has insurance, and blah, blah, blah. Fuck it, I don't care, corporatism is fascism, and fuck those fascist fucks. They hoard the goods, the diluted goods of our planet, the overpriced crumbs, and they put a stranglehold on the world we live in. I feel no remorse what so ever. Does it get taken out of the person's pay when I steal shit? Maybe, I don't know, I don't really think about that. If it does, fuck them, they should get a real job anyway. What's a real job then? I don't know, not working at Walmart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I only steal from like heavily corporate businesses, I actually don't steal from the Salvation Army, but I do steal from Value Village, because they are very corporate now, and they don't seem to give a shit. I put on full clothing and walk out, it's fantastic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're going to steal, don't get caught, don't even have it in your mind. And if you do get approached by someone, like security, or undercover ones questioning you, just drop your shit and run. Or say you were about to pay for it, but that never works. Either Way, life is expensive and my friend needs tampons, so I'm going to steal her some. I kind of just want to buy them, because I think it would be quite interesting to see the teller's response. "They're for my ass obviously" is what I would say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001518087519860467-7765345195264171442?l=painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/7765345195264171442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com/2011/02/shoplifting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001518087519860467/posts/default/7765345195264171442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001518087519860467/posts/default/7765345195264171442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com/2011/02/shoplifting.html' title='Shoplifting'/><author><name>Fil Mouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05996716442093209999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q7koirTxwdo/Tydmp5zv4qI/AAAAAAAAANc/fvJXjUT-N9c/s220/Me%2BPhone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001518087519860467.post-4204626951255762617</id><published>2011-01-02T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T12:17:17.391-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='always sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fwb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whacking off'/><title type='text'>Fuck A Friend (It's Cheaper Than A Date)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v204/bododa/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tumblr_kwh5l4JKQh1qzua2oo1_500.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/bododa/tumblr_kwh5l4JKQh1qzua2oo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words to live by. I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, I over-masturbated just now, which means my penis hurts. At least I don't have to bother with it for awhile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do hate someone else jerking me off. It's never the right pace, it's too fast, or too slow, or too limp handed, or much, too much of a squeeze. Stroking the shaft while receiving head is perfectly fine though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what am I talking about now? The topic is, sex with a friend. Sex with a bunch of friends. Whatever suits you. Don't ever feel too old for it either, it's great fun. Yeah, well, that was fun, anyway, want to grab lunch? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, the perfect ideal life would be to have sex without the other bullshit -- and by other bullshit, you should know what. Sigh, seriously, getting attached to someone, and the emotional investment is like a loaded gun to your face, just waiting to pop a bullet in your head and blow you apart when things don't work out. And they won't. Pessimism and realism are close to the same thing here. To me anyway. Like Murphy's law, which is a bitch. Murphy's a bitch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, just the thought of being emotionally involved with another human being is insulting to me. I wouldn't underestimate the harm that another person can cause you. I don't recommend myself either. Use me with extreme caution. Emotions are fucking insane, oh my God. Alcohol works to numb that. But I've been practicing controlling them. How has it been working out for me? Not very fucking good at all. I'm totally fine when I clear women out of my life, I'm meditative, I regain my heightened sense of well being, and I have a certain overall feeling of zen. Don't fuck with my Chi! You know I need a girl for the odd id release. An angry one. But it's never really that angry, or good. Well, it's sex, what am I complaining about? If the sex was great though I would lose myself and become a slave to it. It's whatever the girl wants, I don't really matter anymore. I'm then her sexual device, and I'm just an object to entertain her lady parts. Is this purpose? Is this like an exchange to the greater meaning? &lt;br /&gt;Is she just a fuck-toy? Or am I actually... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have to stop being so damn existential when I have sex. Imagine if I was vocal about it. I'd say, "why am I doing this? It's mindless and I can't wait till we're done. God, hurry the fuck up and cum. I can see myself in the mirror, I look like a fucking idiot, what am I doing? When I cum I just want to smash my face with something hard, like a rock! Seriously. If this is the pinnacle to life, then count me out. Okay, this feels really good right now. Ah, fuck it, I won't even cum. You suck!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, what a killjoy I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001518087519860467-4204626951255762617?l=painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/4204626951255762617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com/2011/01/fuck-friend-its-cheaper-than-date.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001518087519860467/posts/default/4204626951255762617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001518087519860467/posts/default/4204626951255762617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com/2011/01/fuck-friend-its-cheaper-than-date.html' title='Fuck A Friend (It&apos;s Cheaper Than A Date)'/><author><name>Fil Mouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05996716442093209999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q7koirTxwdo/Tydmp5zv4qI/AAAAAAAAANc/fvJXjUT-N9c/s220/Me%2BPhone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001518087519860467.post-1361761674972880403</id><published>2011-01-02T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T11:29:30.518-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not much'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='who cares'/><title type='text'>This Could Be Important</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gijJ6PgjhiI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gijJ6PgjhiI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I have any interest in watching a man who ate the world's hottest chili? &lt;br /&gt;No, but you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it hot?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001518087519860467-1361761674972880403?l=painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/1361761674972880403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-could-be-important.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001518087519860467/posts/default/1361761674972880403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001518087519860467/posts/default/1361761674972880403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-could-be-important.html' title='This Could Be Important'/><author><name>Fil Mouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05996716442093209999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q7koirTxwdo/Tydmp5zv4qI/AAAAAAAAANc/fvJXjUT-N9c/s220/Me%2BPhone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001518087519860467.post-3380897868129598519</id><published>2011-01-01T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T13:40:19.589-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird bidet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='o&apos; life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fried mice'/><title type='text'>The Man Who Took A Photo Of Something While He Was Out Doing His Laundry One Day Or Night Actually</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v204/bododa/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00037-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/bododa/DSC00037-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Asian writing reads: "Food so good you will shit in this speciality toilet we designed for you!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took this photo outside of this Chinese food restaurant, forget the name of it right now, but their little mascot, or whatever it is looks like a toilet that licks your ass. It's pretty incredible, and oh, wait a second, I think it's a bowl with a spoon in it, and a mushroom? Or a sea urchin? In any case, it's a toilet to me that licks your ass as it stares at you. Very impressive, I must say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001518087519860467-3380897868129598519?l=painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/3380897868129598519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com/2011/01/man-who-took-photo-of-something-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001518087519860467/posts/default/3380897868129598519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001518087519860467/posts/default/3380897868129598519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com/2011/01/man-who-took-photo-of-something-while.html' title='The Man Who Took A Photo Of Something While He Was Out Doing His Laundry One Day Or Night Actually'/><author><name>Fil Mouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05996716442093209999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q7koirTxwdo/Tydmp5zv4qI/AAAAAAAAANc/fvJXjUT-N9c/s220/Me%2BPhone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001518087519860467.post-1084003392539052768</id><published>2010-12-06T09:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T09:51:50.386-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anti-christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gaysex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='occult'/><title type='text'>Seasonal Lull</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v204/bododa/?action=view&amp;amp;current=antichristmasmontage-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/bododa/antichristmasmontage-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throw in Ronald McDonald and then you'd have a clusterfuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001518087519860467-1084003392539052768?l=painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/1084003392539052768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com/2010/12/seasonal-lull.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001518087519860467/posts/default/1084003392539052768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001518087519860467/posts/default/1084003392539052768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com/2010/12/seasonal-lull.html' title='Seasonal Lull'/><author><name>Fil Mouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05996716442093209999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q7koirTxwdo/Tydmp5zv4qI/AAAAAAAAANc/fvJXjUT-N9c/s220/Me%2BPhone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001518087519860467.post-4570126055819773538</id><published>2010-10-22T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T14:30:00.182-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sign language'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brain sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='korean cinema'/><title type='text'>Intellectual Boner</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v204/bododa/?action=view&amp;current=wet_brain.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/bododa/wet_brain.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the first thing I learn is to be an asshole to the girl, but I'm playing hard to get. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that she could tell me that she loves me...with her hands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001518087519860467-4570126055819773538?l=painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/4570126055819773538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com/2010/10/intellectual-boner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001518087519860467/posts/default/4570126055819773538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001518087519860467/posts/default/4570126055819773538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com/2010/10/intellectual-boner.html' title='Intellectual Boner'/><author><name>Fil Mouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05996716442093209999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q7koirTxwdo/Tydmp5zv4qI/AAAAAAAAANc/fvJXjUT-N9c/s220/Me%2BPhone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001518087519860467.post-2724813645133342153</id><published>2010-10-16T09:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T01:46:23.083-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gung ho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal ads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationshits'/><title type='text'>Your Personal Ad Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://blog.timesunion.com/kristi/files/2009/04/craigslist.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangely enough, I look through the Craigslist personals, once every 3 months or so for a laugh, mainly at the women seeking men ads. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an eye catcher, oh yeah. (And enjoy my little interjections.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flippety-Floppety - 28 (Up Down All Around) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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, &lt;br /&gt;(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!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a random dumb one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold weather equals more cuddles - 22 (Your Arms) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I like going to the drive-in movie theatre, and just love to watch movies and hang out. (Sounds alright.) &lt;br /&gt;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.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mindnumbing, Jee-sus. But it gets worse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, this was a fucking disaster, and not very funny at all. Stay tuned for the next one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001518087519860467-2724813645133342153?l=painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/2724813645133342153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com/2010/10/your-personal-ad-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001518087519860467/posts/default/2724813645133342153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001518087519860467/posts/default/2724813645133342153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com/2010/10/your-personal-ad-here.html' title='Your Personal Ad Here'/><author><name>Fil Mouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05996716442093209999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q7koirTxwdo/Tydmp5zv4qI/AAAAAAAAANc/fvJXjUT-N9c/s220/Me%2BPhone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001518087519860467.post-3194240278433097559</id><published>2010-09-30T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T20:47:08.260-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nothing much'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moron djs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightclubbing'/><title type='text'>Neurotic Club Goer</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v204/bododa/?action=view&amp;current=img_007-2-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/bododa/img_007-2-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001518087519860467-3194240278433097559?l=painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/3194240278433097559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com/2010/09/neurotic-club-goer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001518087519860467/posts/default/3194240278433097559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001518087519860467/posts/default/3194240278433097559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com/2010/09/neurotic-club-goer.html' title='Neurotic Club Goer'/><author><name>Fil Mouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05996716442093209999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q7koirTxwdo/Tydmp5zv4qI/AAAAAAAAANc/fvJXjUT-N9c/s220/Me%2BPhone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001518087519860467.post-7476006587178727567</id><published>2010-09-30T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T21:57:48.456-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vermin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gross'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate'/><title type='text'>If You Want Chocolate Ruined For The Rest Of Your Life Stop Reading</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v204/bododa/?action=view&amp;current=candydepot_2119_56267398.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/bododa/candydepot_2119_56267398.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001518087519860467-7476006587178727567?l=painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/7476006587178727567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com/2010/09/if-you-want-chocolate-ruined-for-rest.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001518087519860467/posts/default/7476006587178727567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001518087519860467/posts/default/7476006587178727567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com/2010/09/if-you-want-chocolate-ruined-for-rest.html' title='If You Want Chocolate Ruined For The Rest Of Your Life Stop Reading'/><author><name>Fil Mouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05996716442093209999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q7koirTxwdo/Tydmp5zv4qI/AAAAAAAAANc/fvJXjUT-N9c/s220/Me%2BPhone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001518087519860467.post-2518027358664759519</id><published>2010-09-11T08:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T09:09:10.806-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lady gaga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='9/11 was an inside job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversaries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='masturbation'/><title type='text'>One Year Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v204/bododa/?action=view&amp;current=Sesamecast.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/bododa/Sesamecast.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cookie Monster looks like he wants to eat that pink girl, thing. He wants her cookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, so this is my one year anniversary post! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a few interesting people because of le Blog, my Blog. My Bluhh.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what day is this? Oh, it's September 11th, the day that thing happened on. 9/11 -- yeah, the big fucking lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, I need a beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me, COCK. I prefer that word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001518087519860467-2518027358664759519?l=painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com/feeds/2518027358664759519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com/2010/09/one-year-anniversary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001518087519860467/posts/default/2518027358664759519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001518087519860467/posts/default/2518027358664759519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painmurdersuffering.blogspot.com/2010/09/one-year-anniversary.html' title='One Year Anniversary'/><author><name>Fil Mouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05996716442093209999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q7koirTxwdo/Tydmp5zv4qI/AAAAAAAAANc/fvJXjUT-N9c/s220/Me%2BPhone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
