Well now, it sure has been awhile I must say.
I have been adjusting to my new climate so thus my writing took a flee from coherent thought. My most sincere apologies.
I re-read my last posting and have come to the conclusion that I prefer to not give a Rodent's Ass about grammatical rules. I can damn well say whatever I damn well please to say in whatever damn well fashion I want to! Ho-Hum.
Since my last post a lot has happened. I decided to move my headquarters into a small utopian settlement right outside the boundaries of a even smaller nudest colony. My reasons for moving are still unclear but it was what my heart leaded me too....BAH! What in hell does that even mean all you far-fetched warped minded fools?! It is as though people who choose to say that have lost control of reality and chosen to put their hope and fate into an entity such as their own "HEART". How ignorant must one be to think that their own heart knows whats best when it itself has gotten you into your current predicament. If you must change locations because you are damn well tired off the place your at, then SAY SO. Don't preach on about your philosophical bull shit that you no damn well nothing about!
O goodness me, that was quite vicious.
Anyways, I have moved because it felt as though I was getting bored with my own environment. Everything looked the same. Now everything is starting to look the same all over again....
The people here are dumb.
They sift through their daily lives ignoring anything that they feel as to be detrimental to their well being. They see only good and live without a care.
I killed a man yesterday. To see if anyone would care. They did not. The colonies population is continuously decreasing because everyone is willing to die for one another. I plan on moving soon.
I find it quite strange how people here have such a high tolerance for the differences around them. No one will tell another that he or she is wrong, and vice-versa. If humans are what they choose to believe in, then how can someone say that all is right? Is this man (or woman, you must be politically correct here, or it is straight to the noose for you!) both conservative and liberal? Pro-evolution and Pro-creation? PRO-BOXERS AND PRO-BRIEFS?! Unless he OR SHE is part of the United States Government, then this human being is without a meaning in life. Everyone must choose a side. It is as though the grey hue of topics cause men, woman, and children to escape the problem by labeling it "Judge In Your Own Way". Grab a DAMN microscope and look deeper you apathetically naive poop.
I have much more to say but without the time to say it. I will speak again soon, wish me luck COMRADES.
And as honestly as I can think to say it: Goodbye.
Monday, October 18, 2010
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
For Those Of You Doubting, This Is "Hello".
If you were doubting, this is "Hello".
If you were doubting, this is "hello".
I am much too cynical for my age, or so I believe. Innocent fun has seemed to disappear because I can't dumb myself down to partake in it. But who cares, I know I sure don't. In fact I love it and to think I'd rather have my mind any other way is a sheer cow feces.
Any ways, enough with all this metaphysical BS. I am a disciple of Kurt Vonnegut and the rebellious American youth (trademark). I have the power to question everything and believe in nothing.
Bleehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Ugh I feel as though I have to think and try just to get my thoughts out! Oh flippancy, how tortuous it would be to have all your feelings and opinions be trapped inside. Just think, being able to hear and see everything around you in THIS WORLD (wink wink) and not be able to bash every part of it?! Oh the misery. I dare not to consider such a fate.
Lets slow down here though, I think it is just at the right time for me to introduce myself. My name at birth or at least the one given by my dear old mother was and still is to this day Tiberius Maximus. Yet the people closes to me call me Tom.
My political views are simple. I like to follow the beliefs of the small amazonian village, Wakitahulahoop. The Wakitahulahoopians, for those who may not be familiar, live in a small clearing of the rain forrest where there is a hill. The men work, the women clean, and the children play with pots and pans. At the end of every week all the elected government officials march down the hill with their large hats to the village people and take all that they have made. All the goods are then collected together and redistributed in a ratio of what was given. Roughly 7:1 in most modern day estimates. Thus saying for every 7 goods made, the villagers get to keep 1. In turn the villagers become enraged and unite together with a common enemy. Seeing as they are about to be sacked, the government officials, from their hilltop, through poop down on the villagers to quite their tempers. The poop in turn, fertilizes the soil, produces the harvest, and continues the cycle of united rancid villagers.
Of course there is more to the Wakitahulahoop Tribe, but they have served there purpose for me today
Now I must end my introduction because I frankly have lost the urge to write anymore. Though I promise to continue soon.
And as honestly as I can think to say it: Goodbye.
If you were doubting, this is "hello".
I am much too cynical for my age, or so I believe. Innocent fun has seemed to disappear because I can't dumb myself down to partake in it. But who cares, I know I sure don't. In fact I love it and to think I'd rather have my mind any other way is a sheer cow feces.
Any ways, enough with all this metaphysical BS. I am a disciple of Kurt Vonnegut and the rebellious American youth (trademark). I have the power to question everything and believe in nothing.
Bleehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Ugh I feel as though I have to think and try just to get my thoughts out! Oh flippancy, how tortuous it would be to have all your feelings and opinions be trapped inside. Just think, being able to hear and see everything around you in THIS WORLD (wink wink) and not be able to bash every part of it?! Oh the misery. I dare not to consider such a fate.
Lets slow down here though, I think it is just at the right time for me to introduce myself. My name at birth or at least the one given by my dear old mother was and still is to this day Tiberius Maximus. Yet the people closes to me call me Tom.
My political views are simple. I like to follow the beliefs of the small amazonian village, Wakitahulahoop. The Wakitahulahoopians, for those who may not be familiar, live in a small clearing of the rain forrest where there is a hill. The men work, the women clean, and the children play with pots and pans. At the end of every week all the elected government officials march down the hill with their large hats to the village people and take all that they have made. All the goods are then collected together and redistributed in a ratio of what was given. Roughly 7:1 in most modern day estimates. Thus saying for every 7 goods made, the villagers get to keep 1. In turn the villagers become enraged and unite together with a common enemy. Seeing as they are about to be sacked, the government officials, from their hilltop, through poop down on the villagers to quite their tempers. The poop in turn, fertilizes the soil, produces the harvest, and continues the cycle of united rancid villagers.
Of course there is more to the Wakitahulahoop Tribe, but they have served there purpose for me today
Now I must end my introduction because I frankly have lost the urge to write anymore. Though I promise to continue soon.
And as honestly as I can think to say it: Goodbye.
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