the masses need to be woken up from their slumber

its time that we the people take back control of the information that those who think they are above us seem to hold back. its not just enough that we simply over power our bullies, but we must make them into our allies in turn. making their contacts our contacts, learn their weakness and pound it into the ground!

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ive always wondered what it would be like to have the world united against a common threat. And now that i do… It feels wonderful.

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im not going to be all ranty ravy about it, or use swear words or point people out. bt ive got a few gripes about private lbogging sites. and like this places tagline says, “a place to vent” so thats what im doing… venting.

letaly ive been getting rather interesting emails about how i swear in my blogs, so rather then use swearing, ill just be using stars instead, why? its just another ****ing way for me to **** with your heads i guess. with that **** out of the way, i can get to the ****ing point. im ****ed. i dont know what i meant by that, but apparently it works to a certain charm.

i like rules too, i got a few of my own, such as dont be an *** to me and i wont be a *** to you. pretty simple, i also got another rule. never try to **** a donkey with your **** in a **** while flipping a **** into a **** and then ****ing the ***** into a vat of ***** or the **** will *** and **** your *** in the ***** with a huge ***** but not before ****ing the ***** and ****ing the ***** into a **** with another ****. that rules very easy to follow.

i like blogging, i like sharing my point of view with people. please note i said nothing offensive in the above state, but i decided to play with a bunch of stars to mess with your heads a bit. thats naother thing i like doing, not trolling aorund, but simply having fun in a general context. im sorry if my single use of the word **** got yall upinto a cumminty **** storm, but i think we can all agree that putting a **** in a *** while two ****** decide to **** you in the *** with a ten foot **** and then shocking your **** into a *** storm.

i think ive made my point pretty confusing at this point. just remember, i can now **** with your minds thanks in part to the stars. i dont plan to, but this entry sure demonstrates a variety of ways those little ****ers can mess with your mind if you get my meaning. oh right, lmao, i almost forgot to clarify a few things so the censors dont **** out on me again.

its an interesting thing to see dogs masters let their own dogs out of their own yard. and and even morei nteresting experience running half way around the block to get said dogs. to of them, fast little fuckers as well.

anyways, the first time i had to get them back was when a few black kids thought it would be funny to scare their little sibling. now im all for a good laugh too, but they purposely let the dogs out of the yard. i think its the owners fault for not locking the gate. at anyrate, they got out, started some trouble, and then i had to get them back inside. al the woman of the house was doing was waving a plastic bag from the edge of the property, in hopes that the dogs would naturally be attracted to women waving plastic bags. why? i dont know. it took me five minutes the first time around. fairly easy.

this time however, not so much. she was once again, waving that little plastic bag at them, hoping for dear gods sake, that those lovable little pooches of hers would come running back on home… to this, they did not. instead, they ran towards my house, started barking their fucking heads off, and then proceeded to run down the street.

me being the good guy, i couldnt resist a morning run in my south park pjs.

so i went running down the street with one sock on, hoping for dear god that there wouldnt be any goats heads in the dirt. the houses on my block are about 30ft. apart. yep. you read correctly, 30. needless to say i got those dogs in a second time. and then she doesnt close the gate fast enough.

naturally… they run back out again.

what… the fuck.

so i go and get them back in, this time tackling the poor bastards likke amy whinehouse does to three tons of crack on a daily basis. how else do you explain her fucked up teeth? two minutes later i got one in, and then another half a minute later they are both inside the gate.

and as im walking back to my house, i hear the husband beat the dogs with a PCP pipe.

would they have been better off if i had not wasted the precious moments of my morning chasing the mutts?

in the past when blogging, ive often become the target of blog stalkers, whom i despise more then anything, and blogstalkers, who are cool in my book. but more importantly are the readers themselves, somehow the topics i frequently write about has some influence over them and their way of thinking about someone if i talk about it long enough, then to them it is true.

at times, ive often taken advantage of the group viral mentality effect that i seemed to have on them and blatantly used it to simply blast the hell out of people who have annoyed me to some extent. at one point even going so far as to create a well done poster depicting someone as a pedophile, for the isple reason that they had done the same to me.

in another instance i had been writing a book for al ittle over a year in my blog, and for some reason, people thought that two characters, of which i basedo ffo f two people i knew in real life, were lesbians and were dating each other. i dont know if that fact was true or not, but it did seem to have an interesting effect to it. recently i havent been blogging personal thoughts as much, as i have been simply posting story parts to it.

i have also written blogs while drunk, and insulting theh ell out of people while ocming up with various ways of describing them. at one point, i wrote a drunk blog that was seven pages long. which was pretty interesting to me. but apparently, itl ooked more like a suicide note with celeb jokes thrown in for good measure.

i like this place, il continue to post my personal thoughts here and on occasion, throw in somel inks that youll be able to visit if it seems interesting enough to me.

i often wonder if there is more to life then just the here and now. what about the there and then? whether its the past or future, events will still replay themselves in both history and our mind. there is just no helping it really. but rather than justify a means for time travel, annoy the hell out of doc brown, and give the manuer jackass a taste of his own medicine, im going to talk about something thats a little bit close to home for all of us.

growing up.

not just the process of childhood to teenage years to adult hood, but the constant process of growing up, both in terms of mental stability when it comes to any situation, and of course experience. our first kiss, our first car, the first time we have sex, our first everything. its no surprise thati find myself wandering about the landscape of my own mind, seeing the great static cling that has somehow evolved into this mental state. but there in lies the wonders, the majesty, and the delicate balance of who we are as people, and the ever present fear of who we couldve become if one single little thing had been different.

we often see in movies about time travel the basic laws and rules of it. such as in the butterfly effect. we all now know that if ashton cutcher stars in another butterfly effect movie, he will make another tv show about scaring the crap out of celebs and normal people alike. like i said before, even if one little thing were to change, then a whole nother domino effect of events could happen and change who well become entirely.

i blame miss california for screwing with the time stream. just because i can and no other reason. if life has taught me anything, its that certain events should not have happened, but they must because of the positive changes that become reality. i constantly wonder how lucky i am that i landed the fiance i did, and it often scares me how, if even one thing had been done differently, then the dynamic of our relationship would have changed drasticly.

its the same for this blogging site, im a fairly new person here, no one knows me, and it gives me space to actually be me instead of some person that everyone expects to act a certain way. and there, my fellow bloggers becomes another focal point of the discussion.

points of view.

for the longest time, i truthfully thought that everyone led the same exact life that i did, it wasnt until i had a epiphany that i realized the factual truth. that whatever i may have done that hour, that minute, or even that second, four billion other humans are doing entirely different things. this may sound incredibly basic to those of you that are a bit more experienced then i, but it still amazes me none the less.

i often imagine what other people are seeing through their eyes, and see them from an entirely new perspective, or even discover a side of them i wasnt previously aware of. my constant curious craving for new perspective, has more often then not, become both my greatest strength, and my greatest flaw. i find myself looking at the world through hundreds, if not thousands of imagined perspectives and truly see with wonderment and greater clarity how the world truly is.

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the rallying of the troops

my dearest readers, i call upon those of you andl ike you to spreadm y messege far and wide, to give the ultimate in humiliations to a man most deserving, through the simple act of spreading the picture i will post here later tonight. i call upon those of you who seek vengeance upon your tormentors, to use this picture as a example of the power that we all hold dear to our hearts and minds. and as a single unit call out to the great masses of those that would silence us because they feel morei mportant then us and shout with a unflinching voice:

“NO MORE WILL I COWER TO YOUR INSULTS! NO MORE WILL YOU FEEL MIGHTIER THAN I!”

i wish nothing more then the absolute destruction of this mans mind, for the hell he has put me through, what act you ask? through the act of the very same hting i am about to do, i have done nothing more then speak my mind about the ills of others. and in turn they have accused me, ridiculed me, and pointed out my flaws, and in turn, i will do the very same to them on a much grander, and much more broader scale. i want you to spread this the veyr same way you have done with my first attempt to reach you all. i want you to do much more then this, i want the world to know just how much of a douche this man, this monster is. and for his grievance against me, he shall know the fury of our collective ager against the antagonists of our minds.

i call upon the smart who were made to feel inferior because of their stature, the special needs students who were pushed around because of their disabilities, the poor souls who were made to endure their so called friends infruiating behavior while they had to suffer the consequences of their “friends actions, i call upon the weak who were bullied, the strong who were abused, the frat rejects and the hazing victims, the spreaders of the word and the mouths of many networks to turn their full attention to this great and powerful strike against a bully who has not complied with my demands to remove a so called joke picture from his profile, after i was forced to do so through death threats, stalking, and a horrid series of emails that i had to endure and read or face the consequences of not reading them.

i call upon those that have felt the sting of defeat undeserved, the sting of rejection because you were not at what they percieved as equality. i call to the office workers that have to work on saterdays when they would much rather be spending time at home with their families, of the victims of cheating spouses, of the husbands of volitile abuse wives and vice wersa, i call out to those that wish to feel like they have made a difference in this world, not because i ask you to do so for your own sake, but because you wish to help yourself feel better then you have ever fucking felt in the longest time.

i want each and every one of you, even those that never had any experience at the hands of bullies or humiliation, to spread this through out the web, through out every perceivable way of communication and show that strength alone is nothing, but strength in numbers, and of vast networks can deal a mighty and significant blow to the misguided and troublesome few who wish to disturb our peaceful ways because they feel they must for whatever reason they must.

my name is morgan edward james gavin, and you my dearest readers have just taken a step towards a greater world. not just a step, a full blown jog into one of the greatest things you will ever know in your life!

my messege is simple, neat and precisely aimed towards one goal. to get the picture of me off his profile, to epicly, and infinitely up him, to end the tyranny, and to strike a blow most unexpected towards one that has the intelligence of a fox news reporter… but not just any fox news reporter, the greatest, sickest, most annoying one of them all.

nancy fucking grace.

i have one question to ask of you all, and one question alone.

do you wish to take part in this? do you wish to help get revenge on someone who is long past due his humiliation, past the unending thirst for a vindication of proportions so big, so grand, so uniquely planet wide, that there will be no escape from it no matter where he turns? i want t shirts made, i want mugs and caps and polls, i want you all to go after this with a ravenous thirst, with a hunger for this one mans ego to be taken down, that you are filled with a lust and excitement for it. this is your finest hour, and long will it be remembered for the epicness of which you have helped spread it.

but this is not about revenge against one man alone. i highly encourage you to take steps against your own tormentors in ways that will not lead to your arrest, i encourage you to be smart, to be strategic in your plans whatever they may be. i am a man of simple compassion, simple rules, and a simple mind set that that screams out for the directive that we are all able to speak our minds regaurding anything we wish. it is in the actions that we take within the context of what we speak that makes all the difference. but more then that, you must make to where it is untracable to you personally, have fear, take steps of what you will. but be throrough in your tormentors humiliation. only through the undermining of ones confidence in his own abilities, can you truly have ownership of his loyalty.

that being said, this iwll be, the greatest “prank” ever. but before we can make it so, we must each in our ways, rally the troops, point them in the direction, and let loose the dogs of war upon those that would cause us harm. but also, be sure not include anyone who is not directlyat the heart of your own personal downfalls. the last thing we need is a lawsuit on our hands. they say that a picture is worth one thousand words, well, when i post the picture, i want those of you that are able to translate, to translate into your native language, telling them to spread this around as well. i want you, my dearest readers, my dearest visitors, to rally your social circles, and let them in on this. because its going to be epic, its going to give those that humiliated us a taste of their own medicine one trillion fold, and none of us will ever have to become the targets of others agressions because they think that we are not what they consider “their level”.

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the rallying of the troops

my dearest readers, i call upon those of you andl ike you to spreadm y messege far and wide, to give the ultimate in humiliations to a man most deserving, through the simple act of spreading the picture i will post here later tonight. i call upon those of you who seek vengeance upon your tormentors, to use this picture as a example of the power that we all hold dear to our hearts and minds. and as a single unit call out to the great masses of those that would silence us because they feel morei mportant then us and shout with a unflinching voice:

“NO MORE WILL I COWER TO YOUR INSULTS! NO MORE WILL YOU FEEL MIGHTIER THAN I!”

i wish nothing more then the absolute destruction of this mans mind, for the hell he has put me through, what act you ask? through the act of the very same hting i am about to do, i have done nothing more then speak my mind about the ills of others. and in turn they have accused me, ridiculed me, and pointed out my flaws, and in turn, i will do the very same to them on a much grander, and much more broader scale. i want you to spread this the veyr same way you have done with my first attempt to reach you all. i want you to do much more then this, i want the world to know just how much of a douche this man, this monster is. and for his grievance against me, he shall know the fury of our collective ager against the antagonists of our minds.

i call upon the smart who were made to feel inferior because of their stature, the special needs students who were pushed around because of their disabilities, the poor souls who were made to endure their so called friends infruiating behavior while they had to suffer the consequences of their “friends actions, i call upon the weak who were bullied, the strong who were abused, the frat rejects and the hazing victims, the spreaders of the word and the mouths of many networks to turn their full attention to this great and powerful strike against a bully who has not complied with my demands to remove a so called joke picture from his profile, after i was forced to do so through death threats, stalking, and a horrid series of emails that i had to endure and read or face the consequences of not reading them.

i call upon those that have felt the sting of defeat undeserved, the sting of rejection because you were not at what they percieved as equality. i call to the office workers that have to work on saterdays when they would much rather be spending time at home with their families, of the victims of cheating spouses, of the husbands of volitile abuse wives and vice wersa, i call out to those that wish to feel like they have made a difference in this world, not because i ask you to do so for your own sake, but because you wish to help yourself feel better then you have ever fucking felt in the longest time.

i want each and every one of you, even those that never had any experience at the hands of bullies or humiliation, to spread this through out the web, through out every perceivable way of communication and show that strength alone is nothing, but strength in numbers, and of vast networks can deal a mighty and significant blow to the misguided and troublesome few who wish to disturb our peaceful ways because they feel they must for whatever reason they must.

my name is morgan edward james gavin, and you my dearest readers have just taken a step towards a greater world. not just a step, a full blown jog into one of the greatest things you will ever know in your life!

my messege is simple, neat and precisely aimed towards one goal. to get the picture of me off his profile, to epicly, and infinitely up him, to end the tyranny, and to strike a blow most unexpected towards one that has the intelligence of a fox news reporter… but not just any fox news reporter, the greatest, sickest, most annoying one of them all.

nancy fucking grace.

i have one question to ask of you all, and one question alone.

do you wish to take part in this? do you wish to help get revenge on someone who is long past due his humiliation, past the unending thirst for a vindication of proportions so big, so grand, so uniquely planet wide, that there will be no escape from it no matter where he turns? i want t shirts made, i want mugs and caps and polls, i want you all to go after this with a ravenous thirst, with a hunger for this one mans ego to be taken down, that you are filled with a lust and excitement for it. this is your finest hour, and long will it be remembered for the epicness of which you have helped spread it.

 

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perspective

i often wonder if there is more to life then just the here and now. what about the there and then? whether its the past or future, events will still replay themselves in both history and our mind. there is just no helping it really. but rather than justify a means for time travel, annoy the hell out of doc brown, and give the manuer jackass a taste of his own medicine, im going to talk about something thats a little bit close to home for all of us.

growing up.

not just the process of childhood to teenage years to adult hood, but the constant process of growing up, both in terms of mental stability when it comes to any situation, and of course experience. our first kiss, our first car, the first time we have sex, our first everything. its no surprise thati find myself wandering about the landscape of my own mind, seeing the great static cling that has somehow evolved into this mental state. but there in lies the wonders, the majesty, and the delicate balance of who we are as people, and the ever present fear of who we couldve become if one single little thing had been different.

we often see in movies about time travel the basic laws and rules of it. such as in the butterfly effect. we all now know that if ashton cutcher stars in another butterfly effect movie, he will make another tv show about scaring the crap out of celebs and normal people alike. like i said before, even if one little thing were to change, then a whole nother domino effect of events could happen and change who well become entirely.

i blame miss california for screwing with the time stream. just because i can and no other reason. if life has taught me anything, its that certain events should not have happened, but they must because of the positive changes that become reality. i constantly wonder how lucky i am that i landed the fiance i did, and it often scares me how, if even one thing had been done differently, then the dynamic of our relationship would have changed drasticly.

its the same for this blogging site, im a fairly new person here, no one knows me, and it gives me space to actually be me instead of some person that everyone expects to act a certain way. and there, my fellow bloggers becomes another focal point of the discussion.

points of view.

for the longest time, i truthfully thought that everyone led the same exact life that i did, it wasnt until i had a epiphany that i realized the factual truth. that whatever i may have done that hour, that minute, or even that second, four billion other humans are doing entirely different things. this may sound incredibly basic to those of you that are a bit more experienced then i, but it still amazes me none the less.

i often imagine what other people are seeing through their eyes, and see them from an entirely new perspective, or even discover a side of them i wasnt previously aware of. my constant curious craving for new perspective, has more often then not, become both my greatest strength, and my greatest flaw. i find myself looking at the world through hundreds, if not thousands of imagined perspectives and truly see with wonderment and greater clarity how the world truly is.

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the silence is like a giant roar

this is the first time ive blogged in a long time with out the help of music going offi n the back ground. its a creepy experience, i can hear this deafening roar, like a tidal wave crashing down  but the noise never ends. theres also this high potched whining beep that never goes away as well. i think it might have something to do with blood flow or something. i also wonder if anyone else has heard this noise before. there are a lot of things i wonder about on a daily bais, that for some odd unknown reason, i fail to realize just how mysterious the world actually is.  thats all i have for now, as ive plenty of things to keep me busy until the folks get back from dinner with customers… also, im trying to change my profile pic…. but i cant figure out how to do it…. thats all for now!

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love forever…

the lights dimmed down as she pulled the covers over her body and closed her eyes to sleep a dreamless sleep. her heartbeat thumping away in her chest as she waited for what seemed an eternity for his vioce to enter her mind. “i love you.” he said in a soft whisper. she knew he wasnt there, but his voice calmed her down never the less. “you do? what lengths would you go to prove your love to me?” she said in her sleep, the man in her dreams a shadowy figure, tall handsome in her mind, but he would not reveal himself into the sunlight. “i would travel to the depths of hell to save your soul, my beloved.” his hand touched her face, caressing it in a supernatural way that only she understood. “but my love… it must not be, if the others found out… what would they think?” “they would think you a madwoman and i nothing more then a dead corpse.” she turned in her sleep, willing the light to shine on his face. it had been so long since she had seen it, so very long. 

“my love, if i have disappeared , where will you go to find me? howl ong would you search?” again, his face remained hidden in the hsadows of her dreams, the columns around them blocking out the sunlight as each breath she took rose and fell like the sun and the moon. “i would go to the ends of the earth and beyond, my search would go on indefenatley, till the end of existence if need be. i would be consumed by my love for you that there would be no cure for it but to kiss your lips once more, to feel your breath on my skin, and to smell your hair andk now you oncem ore.” the man held her tight once more, his heartbeat slow and deathly ill compared to her racing heart. “but what if you should die on the way?” the light shifted direction, illuminating his hair, a dusty reddish color. “then i will rise up from my grave to find you, i would not rest until i had found you and you had found me. my love for you runs as deep and as powerful as the eternal chase between the sun and the moon. that is how much i love you.” she looked upon his reddish hair and noticed that some patches were missing, revealing massive slotches of bone grey.

“and if you were in a coma? what then?” “i would send my spirit out of my body to keep you company my love. for that is how i would go, in your arms forevermore.” “and should you go mad because you oculd not find me?” “then i would escape my bindings and prison to find you, for you are all that matters to me.” the sunlight shifted again, as did she. her memories flashed by of the summers they spent together, laughing and playing in the feilds as children. the nights they spent together at eaches families house… but then, she had a sudden thought, a flash of depression that single handedly wiped away her happiness upon the man return. “what is the matter my love? something troubles you?” the light shifted once again, revealing his pale flesh, so white as the snow from lack of color and so cold to the touch with no sign of life in it. “but you did die… you did go mad…. i was taken from you… and i waited for the longest time…. you never came…you never gave up…”

“but i did my love, just i have promised you all those years ago by the lake. i have come for you and more. for that was your wish. that should i perish i would return in your dreams and comfort you in your time of need.” his hand was cold to the touch, deathly cold and clammy. someplaces there wasnt any skin, but bone now as her memories retread an old p[ath over and over again. “but how do i know that you will return again my love?” the figure now revealed in the light, the columns no longer hiding the figure. and he was as dead as he was handsome, his now pale blue eyes shown with a dead brillance that only she could recognize. “it is almost the morning my love. i shall wait here in your dreams for your return. for i shall wait here until you too have passed on. then we can be together in the afterlife for all time.”

she woke up with a start and looked to her left, her love sleeping soundly, still alive, still breathing and still warm to the touch. “i will wait until the end of time for you my love.” she repeated softly into his ears, her heart forever more haunted by a past loves words whom had passed on, just months before. “till the end of time.”

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story….

“its over with… the fighting, the horrors of war… the union between man and life…everything… is over with. the race for life eternal, of progress towards the infinite. all over.” the stars rained down fro mthe heavens as everyone ran screaming for there lives. mothers searched for the children as fathers and son tryed desperately to hold on to what sanity they had left. it was called “the end of sanity” by some of the elders who used to ramble on about the good ol days when nothing was better then the first rays of daybreak on your face. “everythings gone… i have no morel ight left with in me to hold on my son… go! go tell you mother that you must leave here…” it started more simply then one might hope, all with the elders first passage out of the book of osul scream. a deadly passage that cause chaos where ever it was heard.

a few weeks later, there was mass chaos, riots, destabilization of entire societies falling under the weight of the degeneration wich had held them up for so long that they thought them virues… it was madness. “but i dont wanna leave you dad! youll be fine! lets go tell mom that well all be fine!” the father looked into his sons eyes, his mind flickering between love and anger until he could no longer tell the difference. “please… do as i tell you… go find your mother… shell be looking for you in this hell…” no sooner had the father said the words did he fall down dead, his heart had exploded in his chest and he had jsut enough time to say those last precios words to his son before he died.

that was two years ago since the end of chaos. an event which claimed nearly 2/3rds of the human population. all from a simple reading. it was the end of everything, and slowly but surely, the end would come again… and again. claiming another 2/3rds until there was nothing left but a dead planet with trillions of dead laying on its crust with many more who have gone insane trying to remember there lives before hand. the son, who was seven years old when his dad passed away that fatefull night, was now a grown man who had survived three endings only to rise again stronger and prouder afterwards. had died in his sleep next to his wife and there daughter on the eve of the fourth ending.

it was a sad ending for him…


to die so young inside….

only to die older on the outside…

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another…ANOTHER drunk blog… wtf man!

this blog is brought to you by giuness stout. the only beer with a plastic ball in the can, that might give you better head. wait am inute what? ok folks, been a hwile since i did one of these so let us see where this takes us. much like last nights episode of south park, i do beleive the beer has lost its head. speaking of lost… i recently read up on the series, and ofund that it has more twists and turns then ojs trail mixed with pauly shores sense of humour calling himself the weasel. why does he exist again?

well, im not saying im done iwth myspace, im certainly keeping my profile, too much work has gone into it and im not about to sign off anytime soon. as ive stated before much like john kerrys sense of humour, ive been sucked away by online gaming and im more adicted to it then rachel rays really bad hosting abilities. of course that doesnt exclude the following analogies. like chis tucker trying to say one sentence with out sounding like someone took his nads trapped them inside the bad animatronic jaws bot and set it to jet setter mode. like bud wienstien winning the national jump or die cup, like brittany spears freaking out over her self inflicted hair suicide and blaming it on al gore who blames it on global warming who blames on el ninyo, who in turn blames it on lewis black who is the root of all evil.

but im not here to get wasted write embarrassing things about myself like the fact im not going bald. ha! you thought i was going to say something really revealing about myself but i idnt. i fooled you like i did john wayne when he was looking for his cowboy hat. i never met john wayne. ahh thats the stuff. there is just way too much stuff on my mind… but since im drinking at the moment i might as well let the cat out of the bag like the almost non existent meaning of the oscars. “hey, heres a little golden ego stroker for doing what you do every day! enjoy you self centered african baby nabbing egoless self inflicting suicidaly attention craving crackheads! we love you all and your sense of ridiculos taste. morons.”

sorry… did that come out of me? yes it didnt. i tell you, if not for the fact that some aussies selling his life on ebay then i wouldve thought that the world hadnt gone insane and went the way of the olson twins and paris hilton visiting the rhab clinic and throwing up there pills because they were over 13 grams. im sorry these just arent maing any sense. but i like them so f*** off. lol. life with out menaing is like watching two strippers play basketball while taking a toxicolgy exam on a fat man mans head. it just didnt get any better then that. of ocurse now that i can relate to those that are more addicted to the thrill of pwning some poor noob online then actualy f***ing there girlfriend, i can rip on the online commity by pissing them off in the worst way possible. by drinking beer laying down the smackdown and syaing the following:

you poor sons of bitches. i pity you like i pity the fact that alec baldwin has to live with the fact that his brother gets embarrassed more time then a nudist nun. i cant beleive that we spend all our time online playing a game that actually invites us to beleive that wre actually taking place in tron by taking out the main cpu then reorganizing it to the point where ever martha stewarts sense of decor would be mesed up to the point… breathe… where she thinks blue is the new red. yeah and weight watchers was made to make fat and thin people feel giulty about themselves.

look, i dont want to insult anyone, brians got less luck then a homeless bum fighting in the ufc while drunk and on crack…. but to be honest, im not really feeling the love at thisp oint, the love needs to be felt… and squeezed at times of stress. do you think that women with overly large breasts give themselves black eyes? yes i dont. meanwhile i connection fades in and out more times then a bad scene from employee of the month, because dane cook with his powers of shooting speghetti out of his fingers can kiss my hairy red ass. danes cool. but other then that ive learned a great amount of knowlege in game and as well as having created my best character yet, ive become quite adept at whooping that blue whistle ass. blue whistles are giant chickens that you beat the hell out of more times then that one chick that bobby brown uses as a punching bag. i think i would make a good writer for family guy.

well im done for this rant. i rate it a G for family values, crackwhores, midlly enterning failues at sexual advances, and danny devito. because you can pay him an ickel to say anyhting strange.

for the ghosts of halls there is but one thing to do, call upon the spirits of fat russian and persian people to slap them on the back while wearing niothing but a towlett to cover theo ne place no one really cares about, there forheads. my god you guys have dirty minds.

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stupid, short, fucking funny. nuff said.

later then puberty taking places while dancing with a girl, more promisuos then a sex deprived nymphomaniac sororiety girl, and more dangerous the dick cheney taking his kids out to luch. its unfortonuate acne man! blessed with the ability of a horny fourteen year old boy, this thirty eight year old curouses the disney land in serach of the cure for his alfiction. acne cream woman! and so ends our adventures… cause acne does like like cream at all.

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the tale of the man who lived in the sea

a storm raged and swelled well above the normal sea levels as he stared down the creatures who had desicrated his underwater home. lightning crashed down, only striking the water, which absorbed the charge as the mans eyes flashed an opal blue. there was no sound when it came down upon the creature, no sound whatso ever. it was just the rushing sound of its own demise along with the enrie planets that it had placed in his own failing hands. “die.” were the only words spoken to the pathetinc creature as the worlds crust cracked from the mere force of the oceans slamming back down to earth. “die. you horrible wretch.” lava poured from the massive cracks and crags that burst open, heating the water beyond normal tempritures. “you killed her.” the oceans bioled the planets inhuman species as the man raised his hand to raise the ocean four hundred miles above his head. 

“ill give you one chance to apologize for your sin, creature.” 

the eyes of the creature un nervingly silent, its own mind comprehending what was going to happen if the man who held the very planet ransom was angered. 

“go greted yourself. human.” 

the man only smiled as he let his hand drop to his side, the only sound that followed was the horrible, silence. followed by the inevitalbe rushing sound. 

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to die a pirates death

the dead mans tale sailed through the waters silently, her sails full of the salty winds and her crew as excited as ever, there movments full of laughter and good thoughts of the day. the captain of the code however, was in dire straights with the reciaving of a messege from his bonnie lass at there last stop at the port le agustovich. “my dearest captain, this messege must come as no surprise to you that we have parted ways. for our love was nothing more then a spark that lit the cannons of our parting. i have found another, a man of respectable values, a man who can stay on his feet with out the aid of cutlass or rum or the roar of the ocean in his ears. a man who is not a pirate. who is not a thief of purses or of others hearts. enclosed is the ring you once gave me fourty years ago this very day, may you find happiness in the ocean, the words of your crew, and the winds passing through the codes sails. goodbye and good luck captain, no longer yours any more, your bonnie lass.” the captain full of grief and sadness for the loss of his love, raged and ranted at his firstmate, a boy of seventeen years of age. “OUR NEW HEADING IS SOUTH OF OUR CURRENT POSITION! I WANT EVERY SCURY DOG ON THIS WRECK TO FIND OUR NEXT PILLAGE!” the first mate, shaking in his boots, ran outside to spread the new orders around about the messege of the captains depression. the crew, all seventeen loyal to him till thier journeys to davey jones locker, did as they were told. they came across a fleet of not more the five english and french ships, all armed to the teeth with cannons, harpoons, guns, and sharpshooters. “READY THE CANNONS!” the captain shouted at the wheel at the top of his lungs. the crew did as they were told. “FLY THE BLACK FLAG!” they flew pirate colors in fashion. “weigh starboard anchor and fire when ready…”

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the man with ten thousand arrows in his heart

half the world watched in horrow. news casters stopped reporting the news for it. schools shut down, parents cried, bush was intelligent. all eyes, cameras trained on him, satalites pointed out his position. everything stopped for this one moment in time. 

“on my orders… UNLEASH OBLIVION!” 

the orders that unleashed ten thousand arrows into the sky, each peircing the heart of a man who had done no wrong to anyone, and here he was, paying for it in his own blood. one after another, the small, thin metal objects struck there target with frightening accuracy. 

two thousand arrows. 

the man stood still as a statue, not moving an inch despite the force that he was up against. 

three thousand arrows. 

he coughs silencing the world at large, still standing as his heart took in arrow after arrow, the armies of the world firing round after round into the poor mans soul. 

four thousand arrows. 

his eyes glow white with rage as his hands drop to his sides. 

five thousand arrows. 

still the sky is dark with the arrows the would set him to the path of no return. “i must survive.” he say to himself and no one else. 

six thousand arrows. 

breighter and brighter they glow, his muscles quivering with energy, his mind, set on living even though his body was taking an ungodly amount of punishment. 

seven thousand arrows. 

children wept at the sight of their father being punished in this inhumane way. “daddy… dont die… i love you…” the child says inwardly, knowing what his father had done was the right thing to do. his wife crying, her eyes bloodshot from stree and her heart breaking into thousands of peices as she watched her husband of ten years being shot to death. “please, goerge survive…. please darling…” 

eight thousand arrows. 

arrows now landing where they pleased from the course of the wind changing direction, some peirced his neck, legs and arms, but most of them still hitting there mark. 

nine thousand arrows. 

he falls on his back from the weight of the sorrow he carried in his short life. 

ten thousand arrows. as the last arrow strikes his heart, his hate becomes known to the world as a bright flash of light engulfs everything. 

“i love you.” 

were the worlds last audio from the man that had given his life to protect his wife. 

“long live the king of oblivion. may you rest well in hell.” the commander whispered.

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the rath of the dancing bannas.

whats this? an actualy blog wirtten here on md? wow! just think, i couldve just pasted anyold thing here, but your special, i like you, your getting a special cookie.

i wonder what i should write about. the convelusance of our ever degrading level of respect for each in the chatrooms of yor? the idiocracy of the ebt collectors? the limited time we have on the earth? the fact the richard simmons is still on tv? well there one route i can take… but im not plastered, so its highly inconvient that i wrote something earlier while under the influence. but it does help. another thing that helps out alot is coffee. its not crack, but at least it puts me in the right state of mind.

hrm. i wonder what i should talk about. theres nothign relevant here on md thats worth mentioning here. i oculd make fun of roms inability to make friendly with the youngins… but i wont go there. ive poked enough holes in his ego. so instead im going to yammer on about something that make sense if you knew wtf i was talking about. well, like most of you out there on the ol md website, ive pretty much had a rough intro to the sites chatrooms. mainly cause i was the only person in there who hadnt had a colostomy bag by my bedside. my apologies to the majority of users on this site.

when i first signed up on the site, i was looking for nothing more then a peice of ass. apparently the only peices of ass i was oging to be getting were the idiotic remarks of the fellow chatters that were both stupid and soemthing funny to read. dont get me wrong, ive made friends here that i love and cherish with the exception of romsy. i kinda enjoy his company the way eople enjoy sitting next to a guy who wont shut the hell up about the good ol days. needless to say i pretty much had to stand up for myself and make them shut the hell up about my age the first time through. not all the chatters were bugging me, only a few. they shall remain nameless.

i guess for the newer users of md ive got some tips for you thatll make your stay a bit easier when going to the chatroom. yes this is the majority topic here since its the only place on this site thats left a real impression on me. number one, if they give you shit, give it right back to em. but stop as soon as they do and make your point known with out the aid of insults. it kinda helps smooth things along. number two, add, add, add contacts to your chat list. always do this, i stoped a while back cause i got bored and decided that seeing if i could make a three point shot with a banana peel into the garbage can fourteen feet away was more entertaining. needless to say i disapointed myself when it landed on the cats head. making it look like a cross between a werewolf, a rastaman, and carmen maranda. good times indeed do lay ahead.

number three, always hug. always. for some reason the country club chatroom requires you to type name hugs name anytime theres a new chatterl oggin into the room. you may get a few f*** offs in the end, but its worth it. and last but not least, remember common curtosy. insult the first jagoff that insults you. stand up for yourself. this is a public site, if it were meant to be a private country clup, then we would have to pay a fee. since we dont go nuts. and bring the nuts with you to this site. gets lonely at night.

another note i wish to touch on is the freaking emoticons. smiley faces with big oversized charles barkley sized hands that make mickey mouse ashamed. not mention the . yes the friggin  . youd think id get tired of the  but i dont.         ….may the cycle be unbroken

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double meaning

“Life…” the old professor said, in his mind a shard of life still remained as the others watched both in fascination and a twisted sense of listfullnes. “Is the most important thing there could ever be? Don’t ever let that escape you my students…” 

It had been four months since the old professors passing and the students still walked by his classroom, remembering what he had said that day. “Life is the most important thing, don’t ever let that escape you, my students.” One said solemnly still trying to figure out what it meant. Everything seemed to be a blur for her, nothing seemed to match up anymore and when the pieces did, they always seemed to fit irregularly. “Whatever… he was just an old coot anyways…” 

Another student in his forties walked by the classroom and started to tear up. “I should’ve been there… I should asked you more questions, asked you about your life… I should’ve done something to get to know you better!” his tears were dropping to the ground in a rapid pace. The old professor hadn’t been that well known, in fact he mostly kept to himself most of the time he was there. Surrounded by his books, his students homework, and his own thoughts. The other teachers sometimes made fun of him for being so tucked away in his old age. 

One of his lower grade students always recalled that whenever she needed his help he would only offer this advice to her. “In order to succeed in this life of yours young one, you must be able to only ask the questions you are sure there is an answer to.” “But I did ask you questions… and you never answered them, in the end I was so scared to ask anyone for anything, that I failed your class…couldn’t you have at least give me an answer to that?” 

That night all his students got the answers to the questions they would ask him, but he would never answer. In dream, just one, there were all in his classroom that day his death occurred, they were all sitting down in various desks scattered about the classroom when he walked into the room. His voice was old and somewhat rusty, but still kept that particular kindness and purity they had always known. 

“My students. My precious, precious students, You have all passed with flying colors in my eyes, there isn’t one of you who have failed in my class, because in your own way, you grown, changed from the first dy you stepped foot into my class. Oh sure, there were times where I could’ve answered your inquiries and you would’ve had the answer right off the bat. But my only duty to you was to teach you the lessons that you’ve grown up with your whole life, even though I have passed away, please don’t cry, it only makes this harder on all of us. My self included, the one who died!” he chuckled at this thought before regaining his composure. “My point being, that you are all still very much alive, and shouldn’t waste time and energy about wondering what could’ve been, we each must part ways at one time or another, and knowing that we’ve grown from each other is what makes us all so unique in our ways.” Then the clock struck twelve and he faded away, leaving them with the sense that everything would be all right after all. The failing student stood up quietly and looked at where the old man had once stood and smiled bravely. “Thank you, Professor Edward, thank you for all you’ve taught us.”

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pain

Pain The two boys stared at each other long and hard, they had been in fights before, there parents couldn’t tear them apart until one teacher suggested they let the two fight it out. “But then one of them will die!” one boys father said. “Not nessecerily. Just watch.” the two stared at each other, each feeling the others hate towards the other and neither one making the first move. “why are they just standing there?!” the brown eyed boy smiled a little at first, then his smile grew and grew, till his teeth shown and his enemy shaking his head slightly. “now well finish this war once and for all, Jon. once and for all.” “You’ll die before I do, Tim, and you know that. I’m stronger, faster, and I have more then enough skills to beat that ass of yours down. So talk your shit, I’ll take you down just the same.” they run towards each other full tilt, the surrounding students hollering and jeering and cheering, rooting for who they thought was better. Tim grabs at a pole on the ground and spins hard, the pole connecting only with the ground and making a loud clanging sound. “Pathetic… you need a weapon to fight for you. Watch and learn Tim.” Jon speeds through the wild swings, only blocking with his hands and sending Tim flying into the air with an uppercut that flings him into a trashcan. “Well… I’m better with a weapon anyways. So bring it, bitch.” The two go at it, dodging, swinging, kicking, and landing hits on each other, Tim slammed the pole into Jon’s head repeatedly and the students thought he was dead until Jon stood up slowly, blood flowing from the open wounds and smiling. “Just like old Tim’s…huh.” he spits a tooth out and takes a stance, Tim runs full tilt, pole in hand like a spear and thrusts forward, the point piercing Jon’s heart and an over flow of blood and screams from the surrounding students as they freaked out. “its over with. I won. I won and you’ll die for it.” as Jon’s eyes started to close, he pulls out an old revolver and takes aim with what strength he has left in him and pulls the trigger. “No… You didn’t…win…” the bullet races past Tim, only cutting his cheek wide open. “That was a mistake Jon. You’ll pay for that.” the surrounding students were still screaming, a couple of students had fainted away. “Geh…” was all Jon could say as the blood spilled onto the ground. “NOW DIE YOU MISERABLE BASTARD!” Tim shoves the pole deeper into Jon’s chest, twisting and wrenching it this way and that, breaking the bones in his ribcage and finaly piercing through his back, where chunks of lung and heart exploded from the other side. “Tim…I’LL SEE YOU IN HELL!” Jon suddenly gets a burst of life in his body, as he squeezed the trigger over and over, the rounds hitting there mark, nailing Tim in the chest, neck arms and eye. More blood spilled, more screams of pain and anguish. “my god… neither of them will die, look at them, there white and so pale from lack of life in there bodies…” Jon took a step forward towards Tim, and did Tim towards Jon. “you stole her from me you asshole. Now I’ll steal your soul from you. I said DIIIIIIIIIEEEE!” Tim swung the pole as hard as he could to his left, flinging Jon still attached to the pole like a heavy rag-doll. His screams and gasps of pain as he continued firing on Tim from three feet away, the bullets now piercing the head and brain, passing out the back of his spine. Nerves snapped, many more minutes passed until things weren’t the same. “Why wont you die…why? You think you’ll win this war between us? That you’ll live?” “I could care less about living… its you dying I want to see.” Jon said with out feeling in his voice. He pulled the pole out from his chest only to fall down lifeless. “Are you really dead? I’ll make sure of it.” Tim raises the pole above his head like a club and brings it down hard onto Jon’s head, cracking his skull wide open as his own wounds starts bleeding profusely, raising it again, and then slamming it down hard, the gut wrenching squelching as the pole comes down faster and faster, harder and harder the Jon’s head is nothing more then a puddle of blood, brain, teeth and bones that formed the jaw. Then Tim felt his mind slowly collapsing in on it self, the gunshot wounds to his head finaly taking effect as he stumbled off of school grounds and fell into the path of an oncoming riding mower, the blades, mincing and slicing and dicing, chopping and grinding Tim’s lifeless body into a bloody disgusting pulp from which nothing could be recognized. “I could care less about living. Its you dying I want to see.” were the words that echoed through the parent’s heads.

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courage is wearing pink to a funeral.

i will not let my fear controll me like a doll in a tornado, it will no longer shake me. any doubt i feel will not be felt, if i am scared i will stand my ground, like a swordsman facing a foe i will study my fear and then bring it to a halt before it knows what hit it. i will be the master and my fears will become my energy to achieve the impossible. i have found my resolve.

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like touching yourself with a tazer set on “burn baby burn!”

alright ye little wee corn children of the price is right! ye who would unsettle the british colonies with yer paris hiltons and nicole richies blowup dolls, yer lubricant of stars and yer ghost busters labels flyzappers! ye, are the scurge of the world, you ungratefule, self centered wee little scottish terrors…terrirers… bill clinton!

now… i dont have beer, but i dont have cham pog ney. or more simply wine! which now that i think about it has more of an effect the al gores version of the price is right…which would somehow include a parady of bush administration, dick cheneys invitation to a peewee touch football game hosted by micheal jackson and the plastic surgery five. oh yes… were running out the gates of this little bitch ON FIRE!!!! YEEE HAWWW! and i just want to lube the gears of this little terror on the net by saying the following to the closed minded masses that is the dominican republic. feck off! yer not doing a bit of damned good ye wined stained hick billys!

i say hick billes because there are three types of people in the world (andn o offense to friends of mine that are from the dominion of dominican repluc. love ya, squeeze ya in the right place, and have fun with ya allllll night long! 

in the mean time, ive got a headache the size of lord crabby pants mc cormick… i cant stop thinking about south park at the moment, because its just the right hting to say after some of the f***ing shit ive posted on this blog of minds… that would make obama turn whiter then micheal jacksons sister ofter her top was “accidentaly ripped off.” wow. and to think… she just flashed over 12,000 horny old codgers in there hawaiin shorts, socks and sandals, and sunglases wondering where the f*** is the peta group. cause that poodle got pwned… hehe….now were getting somewhere.

gates of the underworld rejoice! and then promptly run in terror as you relaize your going to the catholic religion to get felt up by father brian andthen tossed into the touch football game hosted by micheal jackson and the plastic surgery five. and then, just for the f*** of it. youll be adopted by angelina jolie and be parented by the only woman to make out with ehr brother, sever ties with her father because hes wondering when hes gonna get some. and after five years youll get a call from adam baldwin stating that hes flying over to ireland to straighten your ass out, because according to him, yourn othing but a distinguishly disgusting little pig with no manners at all. and even after that, youll still earn your pay by working for the devil himself. thats right, im tlaking about jay z and fifty cent combined. donald trump. HA! didnt see that one coming did you????

ok, enough about the small talk, like i said before, ive done some and writen some dumb shit in my life. and the worst is yet to come? why? i dont know… i dont know… i dont know where im going to go in cocomo. i love that song as well as, “and i ran… i ran so far away… and i ran… i ran to get away… so i run away..” not to mention, “if you like penis colada’s… and like getting f***ed in the rain…. then youll love.. getting f***ing by ghost rider again!”

speaking of really really awful movies… has anyone seen peter jacksons king kong? or was it the one about the midget who has to destroy a rin in a week or his ex wife will send hordes of orcs to destroy him? sounds like a parady of spidermans honey moon.

how do you feel? to treat me like you do? do you knowtice the world around you? how do you feel? i love this song im listening to right now? 

how about them little monsters up in the american slasher buero? hah! you thought i was oging to rip on the asb? didnt you?! well your wrong! again! hah! i fool you again! like anna nicole smiths autopsy report, i will reveal the true name of my babys daddy… just as soon as jesus comes back from the kingdom of heaven to take away your money proclaiming that it will help the lord…and the preachers vampire choir boy problem. cause they suck…your blood. like al gores inconveinnet truth. and the olson tiwns eating problems.

or tony danzas drunken slobber fest with a bad replica of tony danza. he loves himself too much. you ever wonder why he smiles all the time? its like hes not even human. hes just a sex god. he like “im impotent! no more!” and he gets harders to make soft then an al quida crack head with sever leprisy.

amongst other thoughts in my head that make absolutely no sense to the human mind whatso ever. isnt there areal reason that donald trump lost his wig…oh…that his actual hair? i did not know that? i just thought he superglued a run over possum to his head and called it hair. 

in other news… these fires are making baking a batch of cookies harder to do then thinking about martha stewart and paris hilton as cell mates. ones decorating the place while the other just wants to get out and land her ass back in again. there isnt much to do these days besides, sit back, smoke a ciggerette and wonder what happened to our hero the marbollo man? he died of lung cancer… and that made everyone sad.

speaking of thel ovely little disease called cancer. i cant think of a worse death then having your body make more cells then it actualy needs. and thats another hting ive been wondering about. vaginas. no seriosly, for one of the longest moments in my life… namely ten minutes, ive actualy wondered about how big they actualy were. i mean, weve all studied the diagrames right? or namely bad porn where it just doesnt show anything besides the breasts… fun as they are to look at. but seriosly, besisdes the effects and what not of the females period and what not. and thats got to be more uncomfortable then leaving evidense that something did happen in roswell new mexico. actualy they did see aliens… but it turned out to be micheal jackson standing infront of a white light with timmy bending down to pick up a penny in front of him.

where the hell was i? oh yeah, periods. the dreaded time of the month where milk sales at the local grocery store are actualy higher then the kmk between events. its actualy always facinated me. i mean, do women just gradualy get used to the pain when the egg is pssing into the uterian wall? as well as the hormones? which kinda made me wonder if all the female patients in insane asylums who had shcizophrenia were just on there ugly week when they went to the dark side of the mind.

and child birth. oh yes, i knew i would eventualy get to this subject faster then judgito decision that oj didnt do it with the candle stick in the kitchen with the professor. at this point im feeling the effects of the wine… and bhampagne, and the fruit blend. all at the same time. i wonder how many pages ive written…. anyways. childbirth, that miraculous moment in time where the mother blames

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there are fewer things more special than my drunk blogs… enjoy.

hehhehehhehhehehhehe….. its that time again, for another round of drunken blogging with the master of distardation, lol… i miss spelled anotehr word… man thats fun… what the hell was i oging on about? oh well, lets see whats happeneing today? updates! we need to update somethings! i need to update some tings! and justl ike ron howard getting together the funds to make a happydays retrement home reality show, i shall previal! or lose my false teeth somewhere in a gutter next to steven colberts sense of ego. and thats a big ego. some needs to pop it! great now im using exclamation points more often then sylvestor stalone does his ability to speak clearly with out sounding like a drunk hoboken. IT JUST DOESNT GET BETTER THEN THIS!!!!

ive recently joined up on a site named yuwie.com. not yuckie. yuwie. its a site that pays its users depending on the amount of clicks they get. and if your anything like jenna jamesons at the annual f*** a freshman festival at madison square gardens, the more you get clicked, the more you get payed. man im just oging alll over the place today! in other news, ive just started insulting the crap out of all the old folk on matchdoctor who piss me off with there totalitarian grip on the use of proper grammer. much like the oompa loomps use a step ladder to get to the cookie jar on top of the fridge. yep, now were getting somewhere.

the product thats bringing you this fine blog is none other then korbels extra dry champagne, established in 1882, korbel has that kinda of taste llike you just saw paris hilton actualy enroll in highscool only to up in the special ed departments hopless cases class. lol… oh im so evil. remember folks, if you want to slur your words more often then charlee sheen after a four hour beer fest at the local frat house phi delta asshole, then korbels the finest choise for you. also recommended is going the guy who plays oppisite of ben stiller in starsky and hutch remake… which bit ass more times then the jaws sequels and that lousy singer on american idol. she bang, she bang!

im going gun ho on this thing… let the real fun begin like tom cruise explaning that man blazed a trail across the west only to abandon his childhood fantasy of searching for colored eggs in the name of jesus christ. oh wait im confusing that with the johovas witness protection program. eraser starring michael jackson as a tough as nails drunk cop and arnold schwarzzenager as the man child who loves him. coming to theatres in a never never land near you.

lol… im coming up with new insult all the time in this thing! gotta love it. it seems like the more things change the more white dudes go emo and shoot up a school for no apparent reason other then to end up impressing there dead motehrs and then kiling themselves because they didnt get enough love as a child from there over abusive drunken ex father in laws. wow, did i say that? yes. yes i did. in light of the elections i made sure to pay extra special attention to them, kinda like star jones wieght loss trainer who offer her crack as an alternitive to the betty ford clinic. who incidently had something to do with the cruifix being theo nly weapon that might kill vampires. if hit hard enough.

ok that was just lousier then the results of the jon baneigh trail. i mean come on, is it really that improtant that we sit at home watching a court case about some idiot who killed his pregnat wife and watch the horror of these people faces as the sentencs are called out like bad bingo numbers over a loud speaker for the retirement home of the deaf and blind? my god im sounding more and more like alec baldwin.

ok, ive really got to stop over using celebritie jokes like the media over covered anna nicole smiths death. how long do we actually need to know the facts about a slightly drunken fat womans life? who gives a shit about whos the father of her kid? why the hell do i even care? whats the deal with airlines and giving out those little bags of peanuts? ha! went all jerry seinfeld on you.in the day and age where the elections are decided between a drunks brother and the old people who count the ballots in florida, are we, the public allowed just one ounce of mercy from the word? cant the u.n deicded between whether or not casual fridays will remain in effect after mit romny shows up with his seven hundred wives and whores them out to all the ugly people in uganda and more contriversaly the hot chicks in poland, germany, irland, russia, australia, and of course, go out with dick cheney to lunch only to be shot in the face while at he same time being mistaken for a deer? HOW THE HELL DOES A MAN WITH A SHOTGUN MISAKE SEVEN HUNDRED WOMEN FOR A SINGLE f***EN DEER??! IT JUST DOESNT MAKE SENSE AT ALL!

ok… deep breath.i m better.

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can a person really run out of mean? apparently in this post i can.

first things first, i officialy am not really fond of this place. sure ive made friends and enemies alike. but you know what? in another 40 – 50 years youl all be dead. probly of naural causes like your body falling apart gradualy. lol, i know its mean spirited of me to bring up such a horrible thing like death on a site thats pretty much meant to create life. but what the frig. lets get this party started, ive got coffee in my system and techno playing so im a happy mother smegger. thats right, im going there. i love this site… i think. lately the only mail ive been getting is from old hags and haggetes that are analy retentive about my spelling and grammar. well whoop di freaking doooo! does it really matter that much? is it life or death? will it mater in five to ten years when youve either fallen down a flight of stairs reetrieving your dentures from a galss full of broken dreams and in fullfilled promises? or was that just something that you like to do to make yourselves feel alive? cause if it does, then bring on all the stuff you got and ill return it with interest.

dont get me wrong, im a nice guy thatl ikes to have fun and hang out with friends and chill. im cool like that, but i can be the meanest little bugger when it comes to writing what i feel. i can go from happy go lucky aimlessl ittle bugger to a guy that can tear yo down faster then a bunch of explosion wracking the inside of adam baldwins phone bill. and yes, ill use whatever i can learn about yall to get the job done. im not bombing on anyone particular or targeting this site, but rather posting this as a warning to knock it the hell off with the freaking spell check police getting on my case everytime i misspell the word inaugurate. ha! i didnt misspell that.. or did i?

to be quite honest with yall, the ones who know who life expectancy is shorter then the average fly making contact with its maker.. or unmaker….merg…merg you to hell and back with a lousy hawiian shirt…. im all outa mean. so scrag off already.

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revelation

i am a sexy bastard. i know, i know, its impossible right? im a hell of a lot better looking then i thought i was and i have the emails to prove it as well, where are they you ask? they are everywhere you look, everything you eat and breathe, from the sun in the sky to the moon at night, till dawn and dusk, sexy am i.

the f*** did i just write?

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upon these agnostic shoulder lie the inner demons of the gods themselves

while it is never truly explained how or why the osul exists, i do beleive i have the answer. the soul, is the minds back up plan for when we go poof-be-gone. in this soul we place all our memories and thoughts and feelings, like for instance if i poked you in the eye, your soul would most likely remeber that event, and then promtly come back to haunt my ass. not fun. how ever, aside from ghosts not passing over, since i am into the whole supernatural thing, i like to think about these things. and since the whole world obviosly beleives in a heaven and/or hell, then that must mean that such a place does exist. 

but, what if the soul itself is a completely seperate entity. something while containing our thoughts, feelings, memories ect., also has am ind of it own, does that mean when we die, that we ourselves will cease to exist while a mery copy of ourselves continues onward with its own actions? in this case, think of the soul as a spiritual clone of ourselves. and if bush thought like that, then hed probably outlaw souls all together and america would go to hell. however, i do have another theory on the matter all together.

what if our bodies (this will be just the stupidest thing youve ever heard… bare with me) excluding our c.n.s (central nervous system) were just exoskelitons? like i said, it owuld be stupid. you have only yourselves to blame for reading this far into it.

however, and im not done yet, that would mean that our c.n.s. is just the cockpit and our souls, are in actuality our very selves. deep aint it? but then again, this must also coincide with the hundreds of thousands of spirituality and psychology books outthere. meaning that there oculd bem ore to this soul thing then originaly let on. 

as for the title? just wanted to give it a dramatic feel to it.

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and…yet another one. am i bored yet?

well, its that time again, i dont really know what time it is… probably somewhere around 9:00pm to be honest here. i only have half a beer on me so lets get this thing over with shall we? wow… there just bleeding harry potter dry arent they, hell i cant seem to keep from looking at the tv while writing this. which is really kinda surprising. anyways, whats the most pressing issue on my mind… well, i gota be honest with you all on this one.

its still the little chat i had with heena.

yeah yeah, i know the deal by now, but she really has widen my perception of things. really. i dont know why i should care about her at this point in time, but maybe its her connection to my past at vvc. so strongly is she connected that its hard not to want to try and reason things out with her. but since i know just how much ive hurt her, my only real options are to leave her alone or slowly over time build up trust with her. lol, thats a funny thought. cause i only have a year to do that, and already im just beggining to realize everything happening around me.

that being said i can honestly say that this little connection theory of mine really does have no weakness or flaw. in theory if my connection to her, meaning how ive interacted with her in the past, is strong and true, that would pretty much mean that im connected to everyone shes connected to just by association. wich really does boggle the mind after a while. bummer, she really kinda cute.

anyways… moving on, second most pressing issue on my mind, is probably the fact that ive been noticing how much influence each member of the gorup actualy has on who allies with who and what. lol, yeah yeah. by this time, youve probly figured out that im either a sociopathic idiot or just plain drunk…. after half a beer? cmon people, get real.

so here goes, first off uswin, being pretty much the grandaddy elder of the group, pretty much has all the respect, even though hes not much of a people person. probly stemming from the simple fact of hows hes interacted with the world. next notch down on the totem pole would more or less be bill, same reason, only except bills more friendly on some aspects, although sometimes i cant figure him out. bills just bill. after him would be david and chris, seeing as how they bring the 360 or wii whenever the situation clarifies for it. please note that im not really trying to get them into something, im just thinking aloud. after the sega bros, would come brian quin, medicine woman. the one thing is that hes got more of a lead on uswin then at first realized. more or less due to his charismatic personality. which at times is entertaining, but most of the time its kind of a pain when hes focus is on trying to tear me down.

after brian would be, mostly at the same level, darryl. i like him more then i do brian of course as well as the others, since i do have more one on one time with him, and the fact ive met his folks and jammed and sparred with him. plus he kinda reminds me of bobby in someways. all of em good. after darryl would come sean, which i do respect, but lately hes been getting in my face about somethings that im not too happy about. there are a couple of others then at the bottom is me. i dont care too much about my place with in the group itself, ive gotten used to them teasing me about varios things. but all in all im happy that ive got them as friends.

lets see here… well, i cant really chat much more about stuff. considering the fact the its pretty f***ing draining having to widen my scope of mind jsut to remind myself that my interactions with the world aorund me do indeed have consiquences. frankly, im rather tired of the whole thing, hell im even tired rite now if writing about something that shouldnt matter to me but does.

but then again, thats life for you, you live and learn, sometimes you gotta make a u turn and try to fix things the best you can. if you dont, youll regret it the rest of your life. ive too many regrets as it is. 

in the end i keep wondering if my friendship with sarah was just adrema after all. no… it wasnt. but sometimes i wish it were. and what is me acting normally anyways? i dont think ive ever been normal at all.

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nother old blog… memories!

2007…. fond memories there. like kicking a blind numb midget in the testicles with spiked kleats. its doesnt get much better then this. you want to know why? huh? well i tell yous i will. olive oil is the bestl ube to jerk off with, that rumble feature on the ps2, 360 and wii controllers sould make excellent vibrators for the lonely female gamers in the world, and chuck norris is getting younger. very, very slowly. however, this does not conclude this 2007 bussiness.

in a world where a dude doesnt get fired for aswering the questions at a testimony with more i dontk nows then an amnesiac at an all you can answer buffet about his or her own past, this guys gotta be some sort of super hero. along with the dog fighter micheal vick, the hair shaving brittany spears, the paris hilton and brittany spears birthday bash…at the same place! wow! geez, theres gotta be more ego floating around in there then in all the psychologists offices in the world. “its my birthday andill bitch if i want to!” ring a bell to anyone?

then theres micheal jackson. whos not a pedaphile. but we poke fun at him all the while like he is. buts thats only because he dresses up like peter pan, plays the “hang your kid out the window game.” and has sleep overs with thel ittle guys, all the while thel ittle sisters of the world are wondering where the f*** these people are coming form. it doesnt surprise me in the least. or deos it? im not really sure at this point in time… maybe, just maybe, well have an answer from the guy with the 400,000,000 dolar hair do. you know who im poking fun at!

mean while while im gettingo ff the subject of lala land. which happens to be my favorite place to visit during the winter, bery nice weather there if you dont mind the smog, muggings, and date rapes happening there all the time. ill get into some personal matters that dont involve certain matter of which ive bitched about for some time now. but at the moment, i cant remember it. so f*** off. 

lets see here, heena. what about her? nothing, ive said all i wanted to say about her, to her, and for her defense. what ive written in the past about her was nothing short of ridiculosly idiotic, mean, andn ot really caring much for thee ffects it would have in her life. but all the while i truly like the little bugger no matter how much she hates me. take that, self centered egotism wrapped around the conumdrum of vicios thoughts! ha! good has triumphed once again. but what i wrote still is the serios truth.

mean while, ive taken up a serios amount of alchohol in my system, basicly one bottle. might go up to two, but then again, that would only degenerate the quality of this blog. the main difference between thel ittle darling and kim: i loved kim, i dont love her. i like her to an extent thats to be permitted by my own self placed boundries, but other then that, its pretty much go time.

speaking of go time, theres this little darling named noah, noa, no uh… how ever you spell her name, time to get some stuff out about her. nothing personal, just business. as usual. this gal, is freaking awesome to say the least, and thats all i can say at the moment cause the beers starting to take effect. i recently learned that my main man is in constant pain. which i really wonder why he doesnt take pan killers to get of the pain. curioser and curioser. yeah, you geussed the next segment.

the play, the cast and ed are next on my list of things to talk about. i got nothing on ed. lets be seriosly stupid here for a minute can we? through out the whole couple of years ive known the butter balled buddy. ha! take that penguin! ive never had more respect for the guy then i do at this point in time, mainly because ive had a beer in me, mainly because i respect, but most of all cause hes not one to f*** with when hes directing a play. casting issues aside, the guys a friggin genius when it comes to directing. other people may or may not dissagree with me on this point. but hell, theres only one guy carring the torch at the moment for the theatrical arts, and eds the guy doing it through this tough time that vvc’s going through.

and the cast, nick, nick, nick. i dont know what to say here, the dudes an awesome friend from the start, an awesome father, awesome husband to his wife, the guys awesome. there are two members of the cast that pretty catch my attention, brittany (have no idea what her last name is. probly a good thing.) and mrs. epps little sister. didnt have any idea that she had a sister to begin with. kudos for her! anyways, lets start with the cute always a pleasure to be ifnored by, brittany. the model. yes folks, i dont know why im talking about the little darlin…wait, big darlin, same height as me. which is the first thing i caught on to when i did have interest in her. the second thing was she was friggin awesome. ok, enough about her. onto the next little goof on my list of people to talk about here.

DAVID!!!!!!

ok! this guys been seriosly flirting with me. and im friggin streight! what the f*** is his problem? im sure hes streight to, but god damned… leave me alone with the flirts all ready, i aint interest in going down that road, get it? good! and if you are streight then, for thel ove of everything holy and pretty much sanctified, stop it already! jesus friggin christ. wow, i invoked his name. how about that? see? david made me say that. thats how bitter a taste i got in my mouth i got from him. or it could be the beer. 

well, thats it from me. the beers wearing off, or taking full effect, and i dont really have the kafkas to go on. plus the joints in my fingers are hurting pretty badly. so ill stop from here.

oh yeah, happy holidays!

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another crappy, but fun old blog.

ok i get the fact the people rerelease dvds a couple of years after they initialy debuted into the public viewing…but why oh god why do they have to release them again….and again… and again…. and so on and so forth… its not like they have anything better to do with there time do they? extended fuetures, bonus clips, interviews, blue ray, psp, dvd, vhs, hidden plots, commentaries, behind the scenes. its all good for some things, twenty five years after the damned things came out? come on guys. i know you all have better things to do then to whine and bitch about the writers strike. and if thats your way of passing time? geez you all need to get a life.

as the for the writers strike itself… whats not to no. americas television will soon be imported from across the seas, from korean gaming shows, to chinas soap operamas, to german nude news, to dutch romance relaities. will there be anyone else in the wholle of the us who will creat a town that can provide good entertainment for us? or will the writers strike of america be the start of a cold war over royalities off of dvd sales? its almost retarded how little innovation this country has left in it. where all we can do is remake old movies that were better off in those version and expand upon triliogies that influence are lives. come on people, mace windu and yoda glowi n the dark condoms arent going to save your life from the ever present threat of taxes and what not.

the whole thing kinda bugs me out a bit. at least the gaming worlds not affected by this whole strike business. hell, if i had to choose between writing scripts for hollywood and creating good games, id take gaming hand over fist. the way im hearing things about hollywood now a days, is simply the fact that they dont want any morenew talent, they dont want anymore new stories, there satisfied with the amount of old books, remakes of the fly and melrosep lace and stuck in the seventies, ww2 era, bruce willis type roles where the guys a pathetic idiot looking for redemption… then trying out all the new stuff thats floating around out there.

as for taxes and what not. id have to say that there pretty much a unecciscary evil that can be done away with. the fact of the matter is that the goverment only keeps taxes on things and has us all go through the pain in the butt process of rifeling through old reciets just to pass the april fourteen away. while i dont have a job personaly, though im always on the look out for new oppertunity, id like to think of them as something i could never kep up with. and then the irs will throw me in jail cause i simply forgot to do them… wow. were slowly turning into the bully of the world arent we? whats thep oint of filing taxes?

the defecit. what the f*** is the defecit anyways? the national debt? who do we owe the money to? who are we trying to repay? do we owe mexico money? or france? or spain for that matter? i see no reason why the us should have a national debt anylonger, in fact, i refuse to beleive that we have one. all i can see is that we spend money and then it goes away. sure somethngs come out of it. but then the debts like the bush administration, its only real if your paying attention to it.

polotics and i dont get alaong very well, and its easy to see why. with everything thats going on….war… war was the next thing i was going to talk about.

war is ever present, its never going away, with out war, humanity will never evolve, never grow or change, we wont push our technilogical limits past what they were twenty years ago, well never out do the other guy. and lets face it folks, if we bomb the crap out of some country just because jonny come latley pushes the button on his wrist watch… will anyone really ever care? humanity as a whole, will eventualy settle on a peacep lan, and then idiocracy will become a reality were our president of the world will be an ex wrestler by the name of bo jack. sure why not, lets get into the whole “oh my god, hes siting dbz” thing. no. im. not. 

as i was saying, im not really sure wether or not ill go for asb again. its just going to be the same results again. the same questions, same worries. what vvc needs is an asb president who knows there way around campus (lol me,) who can really dig there heels into the soul of whats going on around here, (lol, uswin.) or who can be a petty liuttle whiny bitch about every liitle thing and just be a complete ass about everything. (lol, brian, not you dad, other brian.) or someone that will just f*** everything up in the long run (lol…. i got no one for the last one.) the point of the matter is that every time i run, i always go for the top, duh, asb president. mind you, i dont htink id make a very good one and end up just not doing a damned thing while in that office, but then again, i think thats why i never win.

in fact, the last three asb presidents have been really awesome stuff. they knew what they were getting into and they were all senators before hand….. wow…. i just made an epifany. but then again, even when i did try out for asb arts and music senator, the whole group pretty much denied me because of what was going on at the time. which was understandable. instead they elected in some guy who did nothing for two weeks and got canned for it. wow, talk about intelligence there. but i guess i wouldve followed in the same steps. but i dont know that for sure. all i am really sure of is that it was a pain in the butt process going up to random people and saying what i was going to do. well no more. im a changed guy now and…well… hey, you never know.

wish me luck peoples. i think im going to run for the f*** of it. cant break tradition now can i?

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some deep thoughts from long ago

life. death, taxes. oprah. these are some things that cant be avoided. love, pain, happiness, sadness, depression, impression, releif, feelings, and remorse. these are also things that cant be avoided. humans are funny creatures in the light that we always find things to avoid. virals, ad campaigns, voting, drugs, inhibitions. it all doesnt make much sense when you get down to it. whats the difference between good or bad. is it merely a difference of opinion that were looking for. or is it simply a matter of the maount of experience we all share with that thing that we do try to have intereaction with?

theres not much we can do expect preservere in times where we rarely do make sense at all. there are many a thing that we can avoid, but why avoid them at all? sure it makes perfect sense to step out of the way of an incoming car o someones fist hurtling toward you. sure we want to live as long as possible. but then again? what the point of avoing the unavoidable? wheres the sense of adventure going from our people? humans… we are a funny animal.

we can say that were an animal no different then a dog or a cat. in the same sense that we breed, fight, eat sleep, have disagreementss over territory and whatever else happens to be there. the only real difference between us animals and those that we deem less intelligent or undominant then ourselves is the primal fact that we question our existence. they dont. they know there place in the universe. so do we. which kinda explains why we keep killing ourselves off by the thousands each year. in another aspect, were eactly like bacteria in the sense that the area in wich we inhabit we expand. as well as insects, since were pretty much on par with them as well.

there seems to be a lot of disagreements with the use of plants that have been here longer then the us goverment. while canabas is a narcotic, and the side effects of using said drug can or cant be proven to have long term problematic effects on the human body, it seems that the plant will never know true peace. the only reason that the goverment is saying its illegal is because of the fact that they didnt get idea to start selling it first. huh…. shows what they know.

there are many things that are inevitable, unavoidable, and quite posibly disastrous to our health. its quite impossible how many new and exciting things well find within the next century, so heres to humanity… stupid arrigant, dim bulbed humanity. may we live to see another 15,000 years of progress.

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maybe its a drunk blog? posted posted 2/15/2008 7:56:08 PM

alrighty my little helions, time for yet another drunk blog. the fine product that enablng this: oggies beer, where pizza and beer cloide, there gonna be a god fight. so whatson my innebriated mind today? rozencrants and giuldenstern… well thats the main thing today anyway.

going back to an old and frankly not very interesting topic, like the canidate debates on ccn being hosted by a slighty eccentric briant gumble n fire, which is very interesting. but to say the least, the play itself was just a bit wierd for me. since i was taking a set design class, everything was hunkydori, until she showed up in the picture, like liza manellis habit of beating on her agents in the worst way, this play experience for me would head in disastrous territori. since kim was cast in it, and i, being like kobi bryant doging rape charges, was avoiding her like crazy. it was ineviable thati would ev entualy have to deal with the situation. so while there were rehersing one day on stage and i was going through the script making nots aong the way, she asked what i was doing there. i simply held up the stupid scrit as if thiking that would solve things. stupid me, i had to say that i was taking a set construction class.

which i was, hold on need more beer.to unlock the mind of its demons, one must be willing to lubricate and unhinge him or herselfs mind. easier said then done. anyways, as the days wore on, i became increasigly introverted on the class study itself. then that day happened, the day she was in the queens red dress. shook me up a lot it did, shook me up more times then you could shake a stick at alec baldwins angry messeges. but i had to keep focused on the main goal, i had to either keep it inside my mind and heart or let the flod gates drop and the waters of truth wash over me. i had to confront her, to tell her that i liked her, to tell her that it was ok, thati didnt mind the rejection, that her fear of me was justified, that her friends protecting her was nice. 

but that main thing was, and always would be, that my heart and mind conflicted everytime on what to do, so much terror i was in, so much conflict over what to do. everytime i saw the red dress, my heart skipped beats and my pulse jumped, my hands became sweaty and my mind thought of nothing else but my love for her. one day during dress rehersal i was asked by cassidi, the stage manager at the time, to go help the actors with there costumes, i of course was intimidated by the thought of being near her, but i did as i was told. i went down the stairs into one of the hallways of the old theatre, but was greeted not with joy but with abject annoyance. i explained my orders to them and they told me to just go back to where i came from. to which i followed orders as well. i was slightly releived qand slightly pissed off with myself.

i tried to get my mind in the game but i couldnt, i couldnt get my head around why cassidi asked me to do such a thing. was it to help or to hinder me? or was it just something she wanted me to do? ill never know, and to this day i dot want to know the truth, since i have already known it from the start.

yet there was more and more. jeez this beer really slobber knocks ya doesnt it? i give it four stars. kim herslef, i can imagine how she mustve felt by my presence ther. im sure she was quite uncomfartabl as i was. did she pity me or did she see me as a threat to her saftey? i figure both. was i so at falt for having feelings for her? damn my high hairline… oh well, just as micheal jackson continues to be acused of fighting priest for little boys. i must continue.

she was an angel from the heavens to me then, a light at the end of tthe tunnel to which i must follow, there was something about her i couldnt put my figner on, but i needed her more then anything else at the time, and sometimes, even now, even when i have amanda at my side, i think i still do. the days before the weekend were nerve wracking for the cast as ed was runng them ragged with dressrehersal and blocking, orders to be off book and other such commands that a director must give. but i suppose that what does not kill a person makes them stronger.

i became increasingly arrat as i began writing down my own conversations with myself over varis topics during rehearsal, while at the same time, keepig up with the scenes. perhaps hey had not one ounce of confidence in my abiities then and still dont to this day. i dont care. ive all but given up hope of acting. but i must persevere, i must go on like saterday night live and deliver unto the masses the final puchline. for reasons unknown i wanted to bury the hachet with kim, to apologize if i had scared her, to ask for forgiveness for the wrongs i had done. to apologize for having emotions.

to this extent i bought her a card appropriate situation, i got qa card with a stark white background and a poem written on the background, i had spent hard earned money thati had accued with the measure x job i had acchieved. but thats another story for another time. 

although i purchased the card with the whole hearted intentions of giving it to kimberly kelly in person, i found that i lacked to courage to do it with. i spent fifteen minutes writting out my thoughts on certain matters to her, that i was over her, that i did love her but i didnt want her to have any fear of me. was i so wrong in doing this action? or were we just two souls so intertwined, that we were ripped from each others arms because of our experiences?

i thought that by presenting the card to her in person, i might be acieving some sort of direct contact with her, some sort of connection that we both showed compassion for one another. i lacked the courage to hand it to her myself, i instead chose her grandmother of all people. an action for which i was yelled at by her. so angery was she thati had lost my temper. she told me how darei not give the card to her in person, that i was a coward for my actions, i couldnt get the courage with in myself to do something in person instead of hiding behind someone else to do the job for me. i had become the villian. the out cast, i forced all the blame onto myself and no one else. my actions were my own and no one elses… though today i am not a coward, i am not a sheep but a wolf, a man full of courage and strength and love, a man of friendship and of dignity.

afeter she hand the card back to me, i could sense her anger and hate, her fear that her idea of me might actually be true. how i wish i could turn back time and say something to her face. but it was for naught, as she walked back into the theatre i found myself not feeling one emotion, not one iota of sympathy. only truth to my action and simple hurt, embarrasment. i was crushed and defended my mind for reason unknown to myself. only my soul can say for sure. i had for maybe ten seconds the card in my hand when i tossed it into a nearby garbage can and walked off calmly, only

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an oldy but goody!

this was written march 1rst, 2008… i think… mightve been 07.

 


well, well well, ive been drinking coffee on and off again for the past couple of days and i feel awake! well not really awake but still! lets see what pops up!

first on the list of things to write about is…. is… OMFG!!! shes not the first thing im wirting about its f***ing amazing! anyways, im going to write about something or other. it reallyu doesnt matter to me whjere i start because everythings coming at me faster then lightning and i love it! im usualy very somber, very controlled in what i write… or not. anyways, lets get this shin digger out of the way shall we?

well next up.. is.. is… well, i dont knwo. since the usual order of what i write has been up and outed, time for a new way of writing, a fresher way of writing, one that includes ninja midget hookers that slap you in your sleep with rubber chickens and scream out the lyrics for tommyboy!

hmm… sara…. should i? eh what the hell. might as well, im already writing whatever ocmes to mind and what better way to start then to start with ehr. althoguh shes adorable and looks kinda like a teddy bear. with out the tag, or the occasional puffs of white fuzz popping out her ear. anyways, im writing way the hell too much in a short span of time. MORE COFFEE!

coffoe cocoa, cookie. i want a cookie! more coffee, cookie, nookie, pookie, tricky flicky wicky wickard, i found somethign that begins with a lizard, ends right there, estarts at the e nd, attached to somethign belonging to a friend.

that was wierd. this is going to be one of those weird little things that goes on for a while no real point into it. of course once i get to the point then it wont be fun anymore. lets get fosed…focused. my god the coffee wearign off. hard to believe im writing this in the asb front office. yes… although im bored out of my skull at the moment. people who subscribe to my blog can really see how screwed up i was. of course then it wouldnt be as much fun writing these things.

hmm… where was i? oh yeah… sara…i have nothign to write about her…. oother then i was thinking of her this morning before i cramemd a sandwich down my gullet. thats right i called it a gullet. throat, deep throat, like the movie, only cooler.

ive been thinking about changing my myspace name to lock and load, its dr. 3 arms! in fact, after i post this monster from hell thats exactly what im going to do. but i havent finished writing random things about my self. like the fact that i hurt my hip and now im limping around liek an old person on the cruise ship from hell… or florida. which ever place the most old peopel come from. arizona!

i got bored thsi morning and started my usual routine of adding random peopel from around the world. mind you, this is just one of the many things i do when im bored and all alone in front of the computer at one in the morning. but i decided that for the hell of it, i would restart the journey this morning. needless to say that present company including steven…who is a nice guy… but he claims to be oppisite of me, a complete jack ass. which i dont beleive him for a second. man this coffee is gettign through my system faster then the speed of light. go tommy!

go go go go… enlisting, lets go there for a second because as soon as i am done with this i have to get to class. intro to flash animation… old dude tlakign about madical leave. anyways, i was walking hoem the other day and people were just flying by…. wait this has almost nothing to do to the main point. anyways, my army recruiter, cathy! or srgnt. zimmerman parked the car next to me and we had a nice little chat. apparently after she got there, mom kicked her off the probperty, i explained the whole ordeal and apologized profusley for any inconveinece.. i have no idea how to spell.

so after animation class im going to go with her to the airforce recruiters and talk with them, and get myself somethign to eat.

hotpockets are another thing, a couple of days ago, i had eaten a burnt hotpocket by which dianna called it black and hard. i dont consider the hotpocket black and hard, it was more or less al ittle stiff and crunchy. great, there is no way to redeem myself from the joke lol.

back to sara… never mind, cant think clearly with the coffee coursing through my viens. blake and the story, well, its getting there, i started writing again and so far the two different stroylines are coming together quite nicely. my fingerws are getting a bit briused so ill keep writing till i cant write any more. i wonder how much ive written already? i use all the things in the world to updatre myserlf in an introspective world. what the f***….did i just write? im hungry, reallly hungry, like my stomach is going on strike and will devour my spine if i dont get something in me fast. i think i will keep writing, just to see where this goes.

cause at the moment? its going nowhere fast on the slow track to wtf. i wonder when my class starts again. lovely, pure lovely ness. im going to try to talk to some new people today, get my word out there, and the word is…. kiwi!

sya it with me:

kiwi!

well that was fun, im running out of things to write about, although i could go into some heavy romantic stuff, which would prettyy pmuch distract me a bit from everything thats been going on in the last forty five minutes. wow. ive been writing for a good half hour…pretty!

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some new facts about myself!

hello my loyal readers! im back and slightly better then new, but not by much. i dont ever think ive told you about myself, just for yall to really get to know me. i know ive done a lot of bitching and complaining, and writing of stories, but nothing to really sink your teeth into, unless youve been ocutning the times ive either spilledm y guts for how much i love my fiance (which reminds me that i need to get a pic of myself with her on myspace…. i know there is one floating aorund somewhere), or how much a desperately want the fahsion industry, the miss america pageants, and that flamboyant jack ass on dancing iwth the stars to just hsut hte fuck up about pretty much everything.

with that being said, here are a few ththings your gonna learn about me.

i have talked suicidal people out of killing themselves, one of whom is now my friend. i have also given comfort to those that were in need of help.

i have been trained in the fine arts ever since i was a child, have taken part in many plays, have produced nearly 2,000, of my own videos on youtube.

i haveb een certified in first aid.

i have written many one shots, full length books, one or two scripts, 800 pages of lyrics, am currently writing the 6th chapter of my current project, which is up to 369 page.

i have taken part in building the barn we have out in the back yard, helped build 3 sets for plays held at victor valley college.

i have tutored through my blogs, hoping that i have at one point or another, taught those that read them a valuable lesson in the value of the human spirit.

i have run for ASB president three times in a row, and through each time, i have taken part in the canidate forums and have been asked some tough questions.

i have worked on computers since i was two years old. nuff said.

i currently am the founder and co-owner of sword and scythe productions. we have a team of ten under our supervisions and they each have a few projects that we give them advice with.

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Blogstalkers, fellow readers and folks alike- i want you all to spread the word that i, morgan james gavin, and my fiance, caasi d. Are engaged to b

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I am depressed, angry, and unable to express myself properly without being interupted constantly. It is impossible to get any work done.

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LMFAO

once there was a giant robot dog with missiles for balls, and lasers for eyes. then one day he met a little boy by the name of greg, who he loved very much. one day, greg looked into the eye of his giant robot dogs eyes and was instantly vaporized. the robotic dog, now with out an owner, let loose his explosive missile balls of death and destroyed the house of gregs fmaily. then they had him put to sleep.

the end.

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military shooting

Military doctor kills 11 in Fort Hood rampage

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FORT HOOD, Texas – A military mental health doctor facing deployment overseas opened fire at the Fort Hood Army base on Thursday, setting off on a rampage that killed 11 other people and left 31 wounded. Authorities killed the gunman, and the violence was believed to be the worst mass shooting in history at a U.S. military base.

The shooting began around 1:30 p.m., when shots were fired at the base’s Soldier Readiness Center, where soldiers who are about to be deployed or who are returning undergo medical screening, said Lt. Gen. Bob Cone at Fort Hood.

“It’s a terrible tragedy. It’s stunning,” Cone said.

law enforcement official identified the shooting suspect as Army Maj. Nidal Malik Hasan. The official spoke on condition of anonymity because he was not authorized to discuss the case publicly.

Two other soldiers taken into custody following the deadly rampage were later released, the office of a Texas congressman said. A spokesman for Rep. John Carter says Fort Hood officials informed Carter’s office of the release. Carter’s congressional district includes the Army base.

Fort Hood spokesman could not confirm that the two had been released.

It was unclear what the motive was. U.S. Sen. Kay Bailey Hutchisonsaid the Army major was about to deploy overseas, though it was unclear if he was headed to Iraq or Afghanistan and when he was scheduled to leave. Hutchison said she was told about the upcoming deployment by generals based at Fort Hood.

Military officials say Hasan, 39, was a psychiatrist at Walter Reed Army Medical Center for six years before being transferred to the Texas base in July. The officials, who had access to Hasan’s military record, said he received a poor performance evaluation while at Walter Reed. The officials spoke on condition of anonymity because military records are confidential.

The Virginia-born soldier was single with no children. He graduated from Virginia Tech, where he was a member of the ROTC and earned a bachelor’s degree in biochemistry in 1997. He received his medical degree from the military’s Uniformed Services University of the Health Sciences in Bethesda, Md., in 2001. At Walter Reed, he did his internship, residency and a fellowship.

Officials were investigating whether Hasan was his birth name or if he may have changed his name, possibly as part of a conversion to Islam. However, they were not certain of his religion.

The Soldier Readiness Center holds hundreds of people and is one of the most populated parts of the base, said Steve Moore, a spokesman for III Corps at Fort Hood. Nearby there are barracks and a food center where there are fast food chains.

graduation ceremony for soldiers who finished college courses while deployed was going on nearby at the time of the shooting, said Sgt. Rebekah Lampman, a Fort Hood spokeswoman.

Greg Schanepp, Carter’s regional director in Texas, was at Fort Hood, said John Stone, a spokesman for Carter. Schanepp was at a graduation ceremony when a soldier who had been shot in the back came running toward him and alerted him of the shooting, Stone said. The soldier told Schanepp not to go in the direction of the shooter, he said.

The wounded were dispersed among hospitals in central Texas, Cone said.

Lisa Pfund of Random Lake, Wis., says her daughter, 19-year-old Amber Bahr, was shot in the stomach but was in stable condition. “We know nothing, just that she was shot in the belly,” Pfund told The Associated Press. She couldn’t provide more details and only spoke with emergency personnel.

Pfund said Bahr joined the reserves when she was 17 to earn money for school and loved being in the military even though none of her friends were interested in joining the Army.

Fort Hood spokesman said he could not immediately confirm any identities of the injured.

“I ask that all of you keep these families and these individuals in your prayers today,” Texas Gov. Rick Perrysaid.

The shootings on the Texas military base stirred memories of other recent mass shootings in the United States, including 13 dead at a New York immigrant center in April, 10 killed during a gunman’s rampage across Alabama in March and 32 killed in the deadliest mass shooting in modern U.S. history at Virginia Tech in 2007.

Around the country, some bases stepped up security precautions, but no others were locked down.

“The bottom line for us is that we are increasing security at our gates because the threat hasn’t yet been defined, and we’re reminding our Marines to be vigilant in their areas of responsibility,” said Capt. Rob Dolan,public affairs officer for the Marine Corps Air Station in Yuma, Ariz.

In Washington, President Barack Obama called the shooting “a horrific outburst of violence.” He said it’s a tragedy to lose a soldier overseas and even more horrifying when they come under fire at an Army base on American soil.

“We will make sure that we get answers to every single question about this horrible incident,” the commander in chief said. “We are going to stay on this.”

Covering 339 square miles, Fort Hood is the largest active duty armored post in the United States. Home to about 52,000 troops as of earlier this year, the sprawling base is located halfway between Austin and Waco.

Fort Hood officially opened on Sept. 18, 1942, and was named in honor of Gen. John Bell Hood.

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Associated Press Writers Pam Hess, Anne Gearan, Lara Jakes, Suzanne Gamboa and Lolita C. Baldor in Washington, D.C., Jay Root in Temple, Linda Stewart Ball, Anabelle Garay and Andre Coe in Dallas and Colin Fly in Milwaukee and the Associated Press News Research Center contributed to this report.

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fun days!!!

welcome blogstalkers and folks alike! today ive got some thoughtsi  want to impart on ya… the chat logs that you may or may not have read, depending on who viewed what, weren ot at all fabricated. i was genuinely concerned for bradleys well being,  and i thought that he HAD offed himself. not something i joke about when it comes to friends.  now i have my critics as everyone else does, but those of you who are SUPPOSEDLY close to him, cant seem to really get a grasp on what thel ittle dudes going through.

he wants love, he wants true friendship not “oh lets hang out with him because he has something that we want.” no. thats not how friendship works. at all. friendship is all about trust, and you have to ask yourselves, however small minded you prats are is none of my concern. you have to ask yourself what your main purpose in life is. a serious question for those of us with an actual plan in life.

bradley, if your checking this out,  i want you to know that i accept you for you as a person, a human being with thoughts and feelings. hopes and esires, fears and doubts. i accept you for what you think, feel, and say. i want you to know that everything that you think is against you, is actually for you. remember this addage “what does not kill you makes you stronger.” this has served me well over the past ten years.

for the rest of you, do the guy a favor and let go of the fucking grudge you hold against scott. so what if hes a dork, hes cool in my book, although a bit…. letsj ust leave it at hes cool. you should be ashamed of yourselves not being the one that bradley turned to in his time of need. i am glad to have the conversation, and try to help out if i can, but seriously!

the time of your small minded, ass hat like behaviour has to end sometime. we all almost lost an awesome person, who needs our support now more then ever because of what hes going through. each must do their own part in order for the whole to be complete. thats all im saying on the matter.

anotehr things thats bothering me is twisted wood, or as im referring to him now TW. i cant call him TB because that names already given to another person. the fact that i had to mark TW as spam because i didnt want to deal with his dumbass, showed me the real reason why stalkers shouldnt be given attention. BECAUSE THEY WILL NEVER LEAVE YOU ALONE AFTER THAT! ok, that was going a little too far on that subject, but never the less its all good.

last night, although i couldve kept thel ittle fun fest going for another couple of emails, i was already swamped with work for some projects.  it only went to two emails, maybe three.. yeah it was three, and hten i ended it, marked TW as spam, and then converted our little conversation into a story and posted it somewhere on the net. i have to remember to try expand that particular sites reach by two or three. but ill cross that bridge when i come to it.

i also found out that i have a stalker fan club. which means they are really devoted to annoying the crap out of me. which they can try to do all they want, i just dont give a shit one way or another. as far as i am concerned, its just something to occupy my time with. lessee… so far there hauptman111, which im positve is just brian being al ittle bitch… or maybe its just his women being the little ***** at this point, i stopped worrying about it. then theres of course twisted wood, and after that came bill…. noooo… not big bill, little bill. andi m not talking about the nick junior cosby toon.

between these three, an army of cheese dodles, and a little cabana mouse, i think they just might take over fox news, which is the actuall intelligence level their acting like they have at the moment.

another thing… albiet kinda sucks it had to be in this order, was getting drawings done and scanned i for a project im doing the art for. im pretty psyched about it, and cant wait for what she wants me to draw next. what then ame of the project? ill never tell!

mwa ha ha ha… evil laughter all around. that being said, i cna now feel free to say the following, why? because i just the fuck can. so deal.

shallow people piss me off.

there, ive said it.

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