A Glimpse of My Research/Exploration of Space/Time Pipe Dreams and Realities...

I AM FUCKED.
YES FUCKED.
COMPLETELY CUM DRIZZLED AND DRAZZLED FUCKED.
I HAVE MANAGED-THROUGH MY CUNNING, INTELLIGENT, DISDAINFUL AND DISTASTEFUL WAYS TO ESTRANGE EVERYONE THAT MIGHT HAVE CARED FOR MY ASS (EVEN IF THEY MIGHT HAVE FUCKED ME OVER IN THEIR CARING PROCESS) AND HAVE DRIVEN THEM AWAY TO FAR CORNERS OF THE GALAXY WHERE THEY LIVE THEIR LIVES IN TOTAL AND COMPLETE PEACE.-KNOWING THAT I AM OR AM NOT DEAD. PRETTY MUCH DEAD TO THEM.

NOW, IN MY BRAZEN STUPIDITY I HAVE LEFT MYSELF TO DIE, EXCEPT DEATH REALLY HASN'T BEEN TO GENEROUS TO ME SO TORTURE DECIDED TO HAVE A LITTLE FUN WITH ME FOR NOW.

SO NOW THAT I AM DANCING WITH TORTURE AND PURE AND UTTER PAIN AND DISTRESS AS WELL AS HUMBILITY UP THE ASS, I STILL HAVE A HUGE SHIT TO TAKE THAT WELL....ISN'T COMING OUT JUST YET. OR MORE ELOQUENTLY STATED AS THE GREAT SYSTEM OF A DOWN SAYS "PULLED THE TAPEWORM OUT OF MY ASS".

THE TAPEWORM IN MY ASS IS TELLING WHAT TO DO. THIS TAPEWORM IS TELLING ME WHERE TO GO.

this tapeworm is pulling strings and my body and emotions are coming forward listening to this tapeworm. I am a piece of shit and the tapeworm lets me know this over and over again so my mere observations won't suffice to my conscious so my tapeworm rubs it in.

Hey, at least I'm the master of muppets but my tapeworm is the master of muppets and if I'm down at fragile rock, I think I'm down in the devils dock...

Two ears ribbons close to falling into this fruitless lava that seems so warm and pretty compared to the dark shifting chills that dance around my back and laugh at my every cring of pain-my every discomfort.

No one wants me. My mom ditched me at 14, my dad did his whole "cross dressing and then out of state i'm too stingy to give you a dollar" when I was 14 also-*I yelp for my grandparents-non existent-they disowned my mom that fuckin whore for marrying a half black cross dresser who descided to brand me into Scientology since birth-this wholistic no profit-all members broke as a motherfucker religious cult that I am to remain a victim too but yet cant reap any benefits because I am constantly having a fit because I know their ins and outs. Now hear me roar.

Why dont you just hear me die.

I would have rather have been an orphan whose parents beat the shit out of him so I could one day have my vengence on society or something instead I will remain the piece of shit that I am.

IM NOTHING BUT A HATER WHO LOST HISJOB BECAUSE HE LISTENED TO A YOUNGER BROTHER WHO PROMISED AND THEN FUCKED ME OVER. WORD FROM THE WISE: DONT LISTEN TO FUCKING YOUNGER PEOPLE.

NOW I SHOULD BE DEAD. IF YOU HAVE A GUN, POST A COMMENT. I WOULD LIKE TO GO OUT WITH A BANG.

WITHER THAT, OR DONATE ME A 6x6 FOOT ROOM I CAN SUFFER IN WITH A BLANKET FOR THE NEXT TWO WEEKS IN PIECE. MAYBE A BUCKET AND A FEW SLICES OF BREAD I JUST DONT WANT TO BE FUCKED WITH OR TOUCHED.

OR SOMEONE JUST GET ME SPUN AS FUCK SO I CAN MAKE IT THROUGH THIS H WITHDRAWL ALIVE AND WITHOUTH HAVING TO THINK THESE BITTER THOUGHTS.

FRIENDS?

THIS JOURNAL IS NOW FRIENDS ONLY!!</color>
THIS JOURNAL IS NOW FRIENDS ONLY!!</color>

I DON'T CONSIDER YOU A FRIEND AND YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE AND YOU KNOW THAT I KNOW THAT YOU DON'T DESERVE TO PERCH YOUR EYES ON THE GOLD IN WHICH THAT COULD EDUCATE YOU FURTHER TO A HIGHER PLANE. TOO BAD. YOU ARE NOT WORTHY.

IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO BEG YOUR PARDON, SEND ME AN E-MAIL OR ASK TO BE ON MY FRIENDS LIST.

OTHERWISE, YOU WILL HAVE TO GUESS WHAT THE NEW ENTRIES ARE OR TRICK YOUR WAY INTO READING THEM. OR YOU MIGHT HAVE TO KISS ANOTHER ONE OF MY FRIENDS ASS TO LET YOU READ IT AND AT THAT POINT THEY MIGHT JUST TELL YOU TO TAKE A LONG WALK TO HELL...OR JUST THROW YOU OFF A CLIFF. ONE OR THE OTHER.

DIE. THANKS BYE.

YOU WILL ALWAYS BE WHO WE BOTH KNOW WHO YOU ARE AND YOUR ACTS OF EXTREME PEDOPHILIA AND "TAKING ADVANTAGE" IN A SICK WAY THOUGH. SO...AGAIN, I SAY...

GET A REAL LIFE. AND A WIFE. AND STOP TRYING TO LIVE VICARIOUSLY THROUGH OR IN MINE BITCH.

AND THEN I LAUGH AT YOU, HAHAHAHHAHHAHAHA!


SORRY FOR THOSE WHO ALREADY ARE MY FRIENDS AND NO WHO I AM ETC. THAT WASN'T MEANT FOR YOU. IT WAS MEANT FOR THIS ONE PERSON. HEH. You only had a taste. hahaahahahaha!!

IF YOU CAN READ MY JOURNAL, YOU KNOW FOR SURE IT'S NOT YOU.

THIS JOURNAL IS NOW FRIENDS ONLY!!</color>
THIS JOURNAL IS NOW FRIENDS ONLY!!</color>

yes!

there's whornados out there and lots of reign, be wary and stay indoors and be warm. Keep the smarminess to a maxipad and lock down the Larson.

Pushing little children with their fully automatics, they like to push the weak around.

Beyond the Stapled center, you can see a miracle, peaceful loving yound defending disgrace...against the brutality....of plastic existence!

Wired were the eyes of the horse of a jet pilot, one that smiled when he flew over the bay.

Gods are crying or someone is pissed off or something or a rather.

And somewhere over the rainbow...I saw a real rainbow yesterday and took a pic of it!! It was fantastic and being Irish, I snagged me pot of gold on the other end, made a wish and found the wonder wizard of OZ.

Sid is not Nancy but that doesn't change theh fact that she was shared like sherbert amongst aprapoe men of malevolent malcontent.

I once told an old man that one time one wiseman told me, when it rains, it means the gods are crying...and then he said to me with an umbrella in hand and a look of weathered age of granduer (70 plus years I presume) and said, "either that or someone's really pissed off!!" I laughed with him and then he proceeded to say, "But I've lived in the desert!!"

That doesn't count all of the other times I've repeated the wise man's words and such with other family members.

;)

TIMEOUT

And yes, and I have been away too long and it is stopped.

Here I am, there.

My endurance has been tested as well as many strengths and now I stand here firm. Nothing left to learn on top of the chemical burn.

I remain alone.

I remain just happy and in charge.

IF SATAN STRAYS AWAY FROM OLD RED FACED SWEAT DRIPPING, HIGH-VOICED PEDOPHILES WHO GET A BONER TOUCHING POOR SMALL AND LARGE MEXICANS OF LA PRIMERA DECESCENT, THEN GET ON YOUR KNEES AND CALL ME SOOZY BECAUSE, GOD DAMN!! ...WE WENT TO CHURCH - IM REMINISSING...AND I CANT HELP BUT TO FEEL SICK TO MY STOMACH!!

AND DAMN HEY SUESS!!

HEY SOOSE AND THE BROKEN BMW WINDOW...MAN, MURDER WASN'T THE CASE THEY GAVE ME!! IT WAS A CRACK/NAP SACK INSTEAD...

OH AND NOW A NEW CO WORKER I MET LIVES IN LOST LOMAS!! HAHA, THE STORIES HE TELLS ME ARE WORTH TEN PENCE NONE THE STICKERS!

BUT IM OK, IM SO FUCKING OK.

I LIKE THIS CROWN OF SHIT AND OLD FAMILIAR STING.

So I wiped the floor with Spongebob and then did my dishes with him and then used him to get spots of the bathroom floor when I accidentally flushed him down the toilet. I kept trying to get new plungers to plunge spongebob up but he kept my pipes clogged until I got some draino type shit and let it sit for a cool minute. He finally dispersed and flushed back safely to his natural habitat=the ocean. I would call him Billy Ocean but Spongebob is a grand name.

The moral of the story is don't flush spongebob down the toilet or use him to wipe the floor when you can keep him in plain view and admire his wackiness from afar.

Hallalooya Jafar!

Boondock saints is up to PAR!!

Chung invented SARS!!

This is Tuesday, day of the twos and the threes and what not I say bite the dogs and the fleas. Nigga please, I'm on it like a bag of Febreeze. You sleaze.

Fucking, living I am and I just don't give a fuck. I capped a fool the other day.

d.

Aliens are out to get us!!

Oh no!! Aliens!! I swear, I'm flipping out as we speak!! Ahhhhhhhhh!!

Naw, but seriously!!

Ya! AhwE!

I am an unfathomable wreck on the verge of insanity or mad significant boisterous malevolence, silent and blindfolded! I'm a wreck!!

Call me Glendale or call me crazy either way, I'm not taking the snacker you keep pushing on me. Taco Bell, naw Taco Smells! And now get out of my spackled taco hell spell.

Fired away, I've been gone for too long but that must not be too much longer than DMX's frong.

Speaking of frong, thongs, and smarmi's the minimality of Jeff K's beastiality continues to amaze me in 360 degree ways. I mean, come on dogg, how could you possibly abort the abortion that never could?> Kind of like thomas and the train or some shit.

I'll keep this plain, and let you take a hit as I do one last thing to that brilliant idea you had: take a shit!@!

Ugh, I can't be topped.

Dawrin's theory str8 up flopped.