I never read a lot of Edgar Allen Poe. It’s good work but I never saw the hype nor fascination of the notoriety that his work receives. Maybe it’s one of those dead artist things. Never any new negatives to negate the perfect image contrived by the masses made in their minds. Or maybe I’m full of shit. Like most things, probably a little of both. Anyways, I digress. I read a quote from him today. I do not know if its a singularity or taken from a story but I plan on finding out. Feel free to chip in. I welcome all comments, negative or bad. And naughty pictures, female only please. Ha, fucking tangent again, my mind races when I write.
Sssoooo back to the subject of the fucking blog already! I read the quote and it spoke to the flame, burning into a foundry like volcanic cauldron to free the phoenix I feel myself emerging as. It spoke of truth burning in the core of myself and who I am, was, and becoming. The quote is “I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.” Edgar Allen Poe.
When the insane members of society out number the sane, will the sane become the insane? To become the hunted, subjugated, detained and executed? Think about that in your deep surreal moments of thought.
Well man goddamn. I’ve been super busy with buying a house and vehicle and a promotion. Fixing up shit. Enough with the inefficient pleasantries. After all, we’re not buddies and I don’t put my cock in you. Cock you say? Yes, most people have a penis, Daddy has a cock. If you are female and don’t know the difference, you are missing out woman. Whether my cock goes in you or not are two complete differences in how I treat and react with you. I wanted to talk about hiding in a safe place out in the open. WOooo! Where the fuck did that come from. I tangent a lot. I made tangent a verb, so fuck you.
Where was I? Oh mutha-fuckin yea! Hiding in a safe place. I’ve been experiencing this issue of these weak, impotent filthy shit loving pig fuckers talking to me in a very aggressive or completely rude manner just because they are in a safe place. ie. Work, college. If I fuck up then I will admit it like a man and take an ass chewing. But I’m talking about unprovoked tone and attitude to me on menial things. Its so hard to control myself as it is. Add that shit and its damn near fucking impossible. Regardless of what they are saying, when that behavior happens, all I hear is “I shit on you, and I want to throw down right fucking now!” Which I wish they did, Id return with a scream, PARTY! Its only a couple people and only at work or school. Safe places for them due to the fact I cant lose my job or get kicked out of school. So hard not to just light their asses up. Grabbing their heads and pulling down with my arms while thrusting my knee into their face as hard as I can for as long as I can until my fucking shoulders blow out! There wouldn’t be shit all they could do about it either. Then I would let out a deep breath of relaxation as I had just felt like I had redeemed myself. I would then go home and sleep like fuckin baby 🙂
I always talk to people as I would no matter where we are at. I don’t talk to them like that even though I could shove them down and giggle all day long. But I refrain myself. Maybe its harder for me to handle because never anywhere else do people talk to me like that, not fucking ever! Why not? Because they are not in safe places. Once a certain line has been crossed there is no going back. Looking at me makes that quite apparent right off the start. Something must be done to correct the situation or I will rheumatize over it for weeks. I’m not saying I’m Mr. super badass, but you will never walk away unscathed. Or maybe being around a bunch of asshole adults when I was young entrenched that within me, doesn’t matter though, its in my psyche to stay. You just have to work with the cards your dealt, you just got to not fight it and be who you are, you will be happier for it, sometimes that’s all a man has in this world. Cause no one is looking out for #1 but you. Allways be true to thy self!
Its a Gwar kind of day for breakfast before the gym.
My baby is gone for the weekend and I am bored and extremely lonely for her. No, I have no children, by choice. They’re fine, play with my friends’ then I am ready to give them back after a couple hours. Then its back to adult time. I live a X rated life at a minimum. Well, for the most part, I don’t consign to most laws or morals. I wasn’t consulted in their making (in this technological age that is totally possible) and most the time the basis for them are hidden behind safety or some other such shit. But really its to benefit some one. I follow my own set of morals and laws. I follow societies laws just enough to keep me out of prison or losing my job. Other than that, I answer to no one. “Tangent!” Oh yea, my baby. My woman, she off visting family hours away for some relatives birthday. Its been 3 days and one more is looking like a possibility. I don’t like it when she is gone for my selfish reasons. I’m okay with it though because it makes her happy. Besides sex and sex included, if you are not part of making your mate’s life happier, and enriching in some way, then why are you there or together? Any way, here is a little love poem, BFKM1 styley, I wrote her a while ago while I was missing her another time. After a pic she had sent me and the sentiment behind it.
“Baby you look fucking absolutely gorgeous. Made my cock start getting hard and my mouth started watering. I love love love love that pic. I like how your hair is in thick chunks small portion bangs. Low hung shirt in the front. The new lip gloss or lip stick you have on looks good to. And of course that smile that always softens me up when I see it. Ive probably looked at it 5 times already. Left me completely abhorrent in the missed time of my meltingly seductive red headed vixen that always has me ensnared with that smile showcasing the intentions of providing my pleasure and offering the ultimate consumption of her body as a sacrifice to her Owner. That smile that says all things are mine unconditionally and she will always come back for more if I would just allow her to serve me, she would prove it meritoriously time and time again. Until I was satisfied and she would still continue to walk through the fire unscrupulously forever so that I may never forget her devotion to me. Just as every mechanical second tics by that she never forgets herself. I love you for this and you are ever ingrained in My soul, Forever!” This reminds me of how busy time has become since two sparks in the vastness of the universe has come together, that I rarely have time during the days to write such emotion to her. I will try harder in the future.
The Bitch… No its not a/my bitch. I have multiple firearms but the bitch is my favorite. Along with the only firearm I have named. The Bitch, I thought was a name appropriate moniker to any one or any thing on the business end of her (yes I anthropomorphize a lot, but not of a child like quality). She is my firearm to replace all firearms in my meager arsenal. Short barreled for close quarter encounters, enough round capacities to not worry about vulnerabilities from constant magazine changes. Powerful enough to go the distance and shoot through pretty much anything I need it too without crazy custom rounds. I’ve read arguments against this rifle, mostly made by dried up old dick lickers lacking in experience, leading to even more of a lack of analytical thinking for an all, or when shit hits the fan gun. Once again, I tend to go on long tangents then remember my place and try to tie the end back to the beginning. Before I forget, magazine and clip. There is a difference, for fucks sake man, big budget block buster movies cant hire one fucking guy with some combat MOS experience to get the most basic shit right? Magazines go into rifles, clips go into handguns. Why is that important you asked? Glad you asked you simple motherfuckers. When shitheads are shooting at you and you’re out of ammo, due to smokin them stupid fucks left and right, your buddy may have some. He is responsible for a different sector of fire. He doesn’t know if you need ammo for a rifle or a pistol. If shit, ass, and guts is everywhere you might be using whatever the fuck you can get your hands on that will kill something with out getting to close to it. If you have a rifle and you tell him you need a clip, and he throws you one for a pistol, doesn’t do shit for your rifle now does it?
Anyways, I love this fucking rifle, as you would too if you ever get to fire one. I took The Bitch out Sunday on our date. This is the song we listened to. The song we manically laughed and danced to as we threw fire to an fro upon the world at our hest. Onward we march through a culture that is hemorrhaging male masculinity. Entrenching our solidarity on this solid sea of savagery.
For those of you curious about what type of rifle The Bitch is. Socom 16
As you can guess, I fucking love horror movies. Or as I used to pronounce it when I was young to many adults delight, Whorer movies. Looking back on it now as an adult, it was pretty fuckinghilarious.I grew up on horror movies, when everyone else was watching Disney movies, I was watching A Nightmare On Elm Street, Friday The 13th and the such. So Friday the 13th is always a fun day of horror watching for me. We have had two Friday the 13ths this year so far. My favorite movie this year in honor of Friday the 13th is the new Evil Dead 2014. Now before you start making a Hershey highway in your fruit of the loom, tighty whitey, plum smugglers, understand I do like the first Evil Dead but the first of something isn’t always the best version. I went to the movies last year to see it in the theaters. I remember liking it but not being that impressed with it. Earlier this year I came across Slipknot’s new album .5 The Gray Chapter. Looking for it on youtube to see if I like any of it, which I cant get enough of currently, I came across a fan made video for the song “The Negative One”. The fan made video is made from parts of the new Evil Dead. The movie producers should use this for their trailer. The song mixed with the video made me wonder what the fuck I had been thinking with the first time I watched it. The movie was super brutal. My favorite part being when she licked the exacto knife into a snake tongue. The original video for the song is kick ass as well (actually directed by one of the band members). Made me want to be a heretic and have blood orgies in tribute to some dark forgotten divinities past in a time of chaos.