February 2009
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December 2008
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August 2008
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July 2008
3 posts
And I became what I feared I would become
And it was good
I return
Now that everyone has forgotten I ever had a blog here, I can blog here again. I’m just using it as a private public journal. In other words, I’m not going to drive people to it, but I’m not going to care if people stumble upon it either.Wanna read a chapter to my novel? You do? Neat.
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THE NIGHT THEY MET
NeoTerra Time – 13:24 PM
“No way did he actually say that,” said...
April 2008
8 posts
SOLD OUT
http://godofthegodless.blogspot.com/ I’ve moved to a more commercial blogging place. See you guys later. *love*
Subliminimalistic
I’ll just come right out with it: KILL MURDER RAPE KILL MURDER RAPE KILL MURDER RAPE KILL MURDER RAPE KILL MURDER RAPE KILL MURDER RAPE KILL MURDER RAPE KILL MURDER RAPE KILL MURDER RAPE KILL MURDER RAPE KILL MURDER RAPE KILL MURDER RAPE KILL MURDER RAPE KILL MURDER RAPE KILL MURDER RAPE KILL MURDER RAPE KILL MURDER RAPE KILL MURDER RAPE KILL MURDER RAPE KILL MURDER RAPE ...
HOLLOWLUJAH
Today, I died. Mourn, maggots. Mourn. Shutafuckup! Okay, so dig this: It turns out I don’t even exist. I’m just some figment of your underactive imagination. So start imagining me with a girlfriend. PLEEEAAASSSEEEE???
I Challenge The Earth To A Duel
“DRUG DEALERS BELONG IN PRISON,” said the glowing TV set. Rape. Murder. Drugs. Death. Destiny … “This is evolution. The monkey. The man. Then the GUN.” -MM The seeds of our end were planted within us from the beginning. The sad thing isn’t that we destroyed ourelves. The sad thing is that we so rarely tried to be anything more than the brutal creatures that...
Celebrutality
I don’t know why I try to keep a journal. I have nothing to say. I never have. I just throw words around like bullets, hoping to hit something vital. BANG BANG. Are you dead yet?
Making It Official
Subconsciously, I scream. People stare. Fuckers. I hate them all. Fleshy sacks of blood and guts and sewage. I take no pleasure in killing them. I don’t even consider it killing. How can you kill something which is not alive? The green grass that bakes in the summer sun is alive. The dogs that yip and bark with chase rabbits are alive. But people? They’re not alive. They’re...
Cuntaminated
tRUTHLESS tREASON! I am your mother. Your cock. FUCK YOU.
March 2008
6 posts
Remember This
My red flag goes unseen when it bleeds.
In The End
Kenji, you were the only man that could ever make me laugh. I feel almost human when I laugh. You always seemed to understand my sense of humor, somehow. Masato, you’re openness is inspiring. You never keep your feelings locked up and you never let life’s little miseries drag you down. Katsumi, I never believed in selflessness until I met you. You would give anything for your family and I...
COLDER THAN GODS CUNT The stink of piss. Jungle perfume. A C with a perfect circle center to house Adam. In the decay of this city, I have felt the nasal repression of held back tears. Noir. Not as romantic as I once dreamed. I threw down the smoke bomb, thinking I was concealed by the smoke—but I was the smoke. I was the nebulae of derision. I cannot create. I can only destroy. The...
CUNTCUNTCUNTCUNTCUNT
I like cheetos.
I am not isolated. I am isolation itself.
Time was a gear in my head that never made any pretense of healing all wounds, but in her weird way she comforted me with her bleak reassurances: “You are impermanent. All that you are will be nothing. All that you love will be irrelevant. All that you hate will triumph. You will die and rot and be forgotten like a hundred billion who came before you. Your footsteps will be washed away by the...
February 2008
9 posts
PAIN INTO PROFIT
There are few things that I find more pathetic than an idiot on his knees in prayer when he should be on his feet in action. I am less harsh in my judgments of those who pray when there is truly nothing else that they can do. I have been in numerous tragic situations and I know as well as most that wishing or praying can alleviate feelings of abject hopelessness and helplessness. To pray for a...
Uncommon Man
I do not speak for the common man, because I am not the common man and I don’t care about the common man. This is not to say that I am bereft of empathy or that I am incapable of relating to common people on an individual level, merely that the majority of values and institutions held sacred by common people bear little resemblance to my guiding principles. I am done making my pleas...
Whatever turns me on Will turn on me Eventually
Cruel Love
Drank until I could not breathe. Now I am not alive. I am the dead. You’re me.
The Centipede With All Left Feet Becomes a Spiral
I don’t think in terms of right and wrong. Fun is my right. Boring is my wrong. I can’t really claim to feel a connection to anyone. I am unplugged from the world, and this disconnectedness makes me feel hollow and useless. All I want is one love. One human to hoist above all others and say, “This is who I adore!” I guess I already have that, in a twisted way. Will that...
Absentee
Dedication to medication. The pills start as a paralysis in my legs, but soon they are a happy hum in my head, throbbing bombastic. I flee from myself as the drugs do their work. Smiling, not feeling my smile. I fall away from my problems. I am alone without you, love. I am so alone.
Superbowl Sunday
Today is the day that we as Americans celebrate violence and competition for the sake of violence and competition. In nature, these things are a means to an end, but in human nature they’re recreational activities. I acknowledge that any pride I take in this fact is a perverse pride—the pride of a sick man in a sick culture of a sick species; A species whose redeeming qualities can...
Cold & Cracked & Filled With Black
Wipe the blood off your dick and stop dancing. I have arrived at my destination. I am a liar. I am on fire. This cannot eat my heart, I’ve not a particle of heart left. The boy looks into my eyes and I look into his soul and he says something strange and dismissive and I am unraveled like so much fishing line. I’ve not a particle of heart left. Jungles uncoil from odd dark nebulae....
January 2008
5 posts
On The Road To Hell
I don’t know the name of this town, but for tonight it is my home.
NO SHADOWS, NO REFLECTONS HERE
This is my last morning in the house that I’ve called home for 2 years. Soon I will have the road beneath my wheels and Louisiana in my sights. It is said that the south has a magnetic pull on all that have lived there, whether they like it or not. It is said that the south will pull you back no matter what you do to escape it. I feel pull only towards a small town at Iowa’s edge. I...
Sleepy
The room is finally fully packed. I am so sleepy. I hope nothing eats me alive as I sleep. Sweet dreams.
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