I LEFT THAT DAY IN WHICH YOU BETRAYED ME AND I WANDERED THIS SCORCHED AND BROKEN WORLD TO FIND A HUNDRED TRIBES WHICH STILL HOLD DEAR LONG FORGOTTEN IDEALS ABOUT STRENGTH IN A MANS BODY AND STRENGTH IN A MANS SOUL AND I TRAINED UNDER THEM AND I FOUGHT THEM AND I BESTED THEM AND WE WENT TO THE EDGE OF THE EARTH AND WE LEAPT INTO THE ABYSS BELOW AND WE FOUND A HUNDRED DEMONS AND BEASTS AND UNDESCRIBABLE HORRORS AND WE FOUGHT THEM AND BESTED THEM AND WE MADE THEM JOIN OUR QUEST OF GLORY AND VENGEANCE AND NOW I HAVE RETURNED TO THE CITY I HAVE LEFT SO LONG AGO AND THIS CITY WILL BE RAZED TO THE DIRT IT ONCE WAS AND ALL THAT WILL STAND FOR A HUNDRED MILES WILL BE A MONUMENT TO THE HORRORS YOU HAVE DONE AND THE HORRORS I HAVE DONE IN ORDER TO RIGHT THOSE PREVIOUSLY MENTIONED HORRORS AND IN THE CENTER OF THIS MONUMENT WILL BE YOU HOISTED IN MIDAIR SURROUNDED BY A HUNDRED IMPLEMENTS OF TORTURE SO THAT YOU SHALL GRASP NOT A SINGLE CONCEPT IN YOUR MIND SAVE FOR PAIN UNTIL THE VERY MOMENT THE SUN BURNS THE EARTH DOWN.
BITCH THAT'LL BE THE LAST TIME YOU EAT THE REST OF MY ICE CREAM.
FUCKING WHORE.
Thursday, January 31, 2013
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
New years resolutions 1213
-Eat less pineapple
-Stop being so sad
-Lose weight
-Get a good enough job that I can afford an apartment
-Learn a programming language
-Get a Tat
-Fuck bitches
-Get money
-Apply for a 401k
-Stop being so sad
-Guitar//Drawing(???)
-Miniamize
-Don't get a Tat
-Have some fruit
-Stop being so sad
-Lose weight
-Get a good enough job that I can afford an apartment
-Learn a programming language
-Get a Tat
-Fuck bitches
-Get money
-Apply for a 401k
-Stop being so sad
-Guitar//Drawing(???)
-Miniamize
-Don't get a Tat
-Have some fruit
Friday, December 28, 2012
Godly Thoughts
I'm not sure how some people think there could be a god in the world. Looking at how much trouble there is in the world , then looking at this almighty being and saying god is good.
Maybe god is a bit more like us. Not able to multitask too well can only really do one thing at a time. Like imagine the pope walking up to god saying
"Dear Lord, may you help all the children starving in Africa."
And god booming back "Yes my child, right after this Lakers game"
"Lord, you need to take the garbage out"
"Yes, I'm on it. Hey could you grab me a beer?"
"God Damm it"
"Damm what? Did that cat shit in the plants again. I'll damm it for you. *Thunder noises* *cat screech* It's in hell now."
"No, that's not what I wanted at all."
"Well I don't know what you want, I'm not a mind reader. You gotta pray or something."
"I did!"
"Well you gotta pray when the Lakers aren't on."
Maybe god is a bit more like us. Not able to multitask too well can only really do one thing at a time. Like imagine the pope walking up to god saying
"Dear Lord, may you help all the children starving in Africa."
And god booming back "Yes my child, right after this Lakers game"
"Lord, you need to take the garbage out"
"Yes, I'm on it. Hey could you grab me a beer?"
"God Damm it"
"Damm what? Did that cat shit in the plants again. I'll damm it for you. *Thunder noises* *cat screech* It's in hell now."
"No, that's not what I wanted at all."
"Well I don't know what you want, I'm not a mind reader. You gotta pray or something."
"I did!"
"Well you gotta pray when the Lakers aren't on."
Saturday, December 1, 2012
Focus
Focus.
Focus on the words you are typing down. Focus on creating an awesome blog instead of losing focus and scratching yourself or eating those pizza rolls you heated up ten minuets ago or reading those two books that are due at the library today. And here's going to be the hard part, thy your very best to focus on this instead of anything else you can on the computer. No Facebook, no 4chan, no Webcomics, ok maybe check to see if homestuck has updated yet.... No, fuck. Try to not even focus on fixing the mistakes in this blog as you make them because you know that you're just gong to reread this before you publish.
Because if you can focus on this now, maybe you can focus all the way through a dumb book that someone else recommended, maybe you can focus on just the job search efforts that you desperately need to do, maybe you con finally finish that book on finishing things.
I've been having a lot of trouble of whenever I'm on a computer of just doing one thing at a time. It tends to get in the way of important shit I need to do. And sometimes if there isn't new stuff to do I feel like there is nothing to do, which just makes me sad and lonely. I'd like to write about this more, but there are just so many pictures of cats on the internet.
Focus on the words you are typing down. Focus on creating an awesome blog instead of losing focus and scratching yourself or eating those pizza rolls you heated up ten minuets ago or reading those two books that are due at the library today. And here's going to be the hard part, thy your very best to focus on this instead of anything else you can on the computer. No Facebook, no 4chan, no Webcomics, ok maybe check to see if homestuck has updated yet.... No, fuck. Try to not even focus on fixing the mistakes in this blog as you make them because you know that you're just gong to reread this before you publish.
Because if you can focus on this now, maybe you can focus all the way through a dumb book that someone else recommended, maybe you can focus on just the job search efforts that you desperately need to do, maybe you con finally finish that book on finishing things.
I've been having a lot of trouble of whenever I'm on a computer of just doing one thing at a time. It tends to get in the way of important shit I need to do. And sometimes if there isn't new stuff to do I feel like there is nothing to do, which just makes me sad and lonely. I'd like to write about this more, but there are just so many pictures of cats on the internet.
Thursday, November 24, 2011
Bite
Two things first. I originally wrote this for /r9k/, so I took a few liberties with things. Second, this majorly comes out of an oral fixation I have. I feel like I could do nothing but make out for hours with the right person. Which is rather sad because my fuck buddy right now tends to dislike using his mouth for much. Thirdly, I was doing NaNoWriMo? Fuck, that totally slipped my mind somewhere down the line.
A lot of my male/lez friends talk about whenever a hot girl walks by, they start fantasizing about they'd fuck her, maybe take her from behind or shove her head in their crotch. Don't get me wrong, I do have fantasies about them too, it's just that mine are always a bit more... Cannibalistic.
I imagine myself maybe in a passionate make out session with the subject that just crossed my eyes. The type of intense kissing that tends to say "Tonight, we're going to go all the way, and when we get there, we're never coming back." The kissing is always a little rough too. Sometimes a bit to much force then necessary getting a part of one another's body from here to there, holding down of one subject by the other, sometimes nails digging into various body parts.
I always like to pay special attention to the neck. I find it one of the better parts of the human body. It's sensitive, just the right size to seek you teeth into, and unlike other bite-able parts like arms or legs, it's always close to where you wanna be. This is weird typing it out, but I'm going to try my best.
I do imagine biting into them. Typically neck first, not really because I want the meat from there, not to much into blood for it's edible qualities, but there's typically enough blood pouring out of them at that point that they don't stay conscious for long. I hear a few veins in the thighs are good for that too. Might try that next time. I tend to imagine myself tearing off strips with my bear teeth. Often starting at limbs and working my way inward. I don't always hit them neck first though. Sometimes I like talking off a chunk of skin and muscle just to see how they react. Holding them down as they panic and scream in pain. Finishing up is always a bit messy.
Sometimes I wonder if I could pull of that gothic 'vamp' look and get some canine extenders. Then I think, nah that'd be retarded.
A lot of my male/lez friends talk about whenever a hot girl walks by, they start fantasizing about they'd fuck her, maybe take her from behind or shove her head in their crotch. Don't get me wrong, I do have fantasies about them too, it's just that mine are always a bit more... Cannibalistic.
I imagine myself maybe in a passionate make out session with the subject that just crossed my eyes. The type of intense kissing that tends to say "Tonight, we're going to go all the way, and when we get there, we're never coming back." The kissing is always a little rough too. Sometimes a bit to much force then necessary getting a part of one another's body from here to there, holding down of one subject by the other, sometimes nails digging into various body parts.
I always like to pay special attention to the neck. I find it one of the better parts of the human body. It's sensitive, just the right size to seek you teeth into, and unlike other bite-able parts like arms or legs, it's always close to where you wanna be. This is weird typing it out, but I'm going to try my best.
I do imagine biting into them. Typically neck first, not really because I want the meat from there, not to much into blood for it's edible qualities, but there's typically enough blood pouring out of them at that point that they don't stay conscious for long. I hear a few veins in the thighs are good for that too. Might try that next time. I tend to imagine myself tearing off strips with my bear teeth. Often starting at limbs and working my way inward. I don't always hit them neck first though. Sometimes I like talking off a chunk of skin and muscle just to see how they react. Holding them down as they panic and scream in pain. Finishing up is always a bit messy.
Sometimes I wonder if I could pull of that gothic 'vamp' look and get some canine extenders. Then I think, nah that'd be retarded.
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
I am officially insane
I'm going to do NaNoWriMo again.
The notion didn't really cross my mind until a few days ago. Before that point, whenever I thought about it, or someone brought it up, I thought, "Yea, I did it once, that was kinda fun, that was enough for me." But on Friday or Saturday I saw something and that made me think. Damn me to hell, twice, once for watching this show to begin with, and second off for drawing such inspiration from it to make one month of my life a lot more trouble than it needs to be, but I saw an episode of Family Guy. The scene is one of Stewie making fun of Brian in a roundabout way for when Brian either casually mentioned, or seriously considered writing a novel. "So you've been working on that novel. Three years? All this time you've been working on this novel. Do you have a plot, beginning, middle, end? You got a compelling protagonist?" This goes on for about a minuet and a half all the while Stewie's voice is getting higher and higher in a classic 'Family guy taking a joke that could be told in half a second and spending a full ten seconds on it'.
But that got me thinking, 'Yea, that sounds like fun. Crafting my own little world and spending so much time and effort filling it with characters people might want to read about. Devising plots and sub-plots and derivatives of those plots and mixing them all together in a interesting way. It's almost like a puzzle, trying to figure out how this story is going to happen, how it's going to end, how it's going to start, what the fuck is going on between here and there. Who is everyone, what makes them unique, what makes them tic and what pisses them off. How do they interact with each other. What's the major plot line, the details of how and why this is all happening. Where is all this happening, settings times places props background. How do I make this interesting?'
And so now, apparently, I'm working on a novel, when I'm not playing minecraft that is.
The notion didn't really cross my mind until a few days ago. Before that point, whenever I thought about it, or someone brought it up, I thought, "Yea, I did it once, that was kinda fun, that was enough for me." But on Friday or Saturday I saw something and that made me think. Damn me to hell, twice, once for watching this show to begin with, and second off for drawing such inspiration from it to make one month of my life a lot more trouble than it needs to be, but I saw an episode of Family Guy. The scene is one of Stewie making fun of Brian in a roundabout way for when Brian either casually mentioned, or seriously considered writing a novel. "So you've been working on that novel. Three years? All this time you've been working on this novel. Do you have a plot, beginning, middle, end? You got a compelling protagonist?" This goes on for about a minuet and a half all the while Stewie's voice is getting higher and higher in a classic 'Family guy taking a joke that could be told in half a second and spending a full ten seconds on it'.
But that got me thinking, 'Yea, that sounds like fun. Crafting my own little world and spending so much time and effort filling it with characters people might want to read about. Devising plots and sub-plots and derivatives of those plots and mixing them all together in a interesting way. It's almost like a puzzle, trying to figure out how this story is going to happen, how it's going to end, how it's going to start, what the fuck is going on between here and there. Who is everyone, what makes them unique, what makes them tic and what pisses them off. How do they interact with each other. What's the major plot line, the details of how and why this is all happening. Where is all this happening, settings times places props background. How do I make this interesting?'
And so now, apparently, I'm working on a novel, when I'm not playing minecraft that is.
Saturday, October 29, 2011
It's like that Recurring Nightmare that you've only had once
I don't think I dream like normal people. I'm not really sure if that sentence made sense. I don't really know what a normal dream is to be honest. But lately, I've been having this series of dreams that have been full of various repeated things that I've never really heard other people talk about in their dreams.
First is this restart thing that happens occasionally. It probably has to do with how much I play video games. If I fail at something, or if something goes horribly wrong or sometimes for no reason, I'll be back where I was five minuets ago to try again. A week ago, I had a dream where this little village I lived in was being bombed my air raids. It was my job to take down the zeppelins that were bombing us and take out their leader. The first time around, after the bombed most of the village, they landed, I boarded and found myself woefully under prepared for a fight with a girl with a mace before she finally shot me. The second time around, I found an airplane, landed on and sabotaged the zeppelin before it bombed anything and found the leader girl and easily took her down and took her gun from her and shot her in the chest. It was awesome.
Another thing I never hear anyone else talking about and something that annoys the fuck out of me is that I never get to have sex in my dreams. Anytime I get to hot and bothered in my dreams, I'll wake up as if my mind is pushing me out for being to naughty. When I come out of those, I feel like I always wake up really easy, that just makes me infinitely more frustrated because I can't fall asleep back into that dream. And 99% of the time, I absolutely hate it and it just want me to bang stuff harder. But last night, I found that 1% for the first time. The other person in my dream was my 6th grade teacher who was trying to seduce me. And if you don't know my 6th grade teacher, which you better not since this is an anonymous blog, she is a mix of the Mother/Witch character from Tangled and a boot camp instructor. If you do know my 6th grade teacher, get out of here stalker.
BLARG
First is this restart thing that happens occasionally. It probably has to do with how much I play video games. If I fail at something, or if something goes horribly wrong or sometimes for no reason, I'll be back where I was five minuets ago to try again. A week ago, I had a dream where this little village I lived in was being bombed my air raids. It was my job to take down the zeppelins that were bombing us and take out their leader. The first time around, after the bombed most of the village, they landed, I boarded and found myself woefully under prepared for a fight with a girl with a mace before she finally shot me. The second time around, I found an airplane, landed on and sabotaged the zeppelin before it bombed anything and found the leader girl and easily took her down and took her gun from her and shot her in the chest. It was awesome.
Another thing I never hear anyone else talking about and something that annoys the fuck out of me is that I never get to have sex in my dreams. Anytime I get to hot and bothered in my dreams, I'll wake up as if my mind is pushing me out for being to naughty. When I come out of those, I feel like I always wake up really easy, that just makes me infinitely more frustrated because I can't fall asleep back into that dream. And 99% of the time, I absolutely hate it and it just want me to bang stuff harder. But last night, I found that 1% for the first time. The other person in my dream was my 6th grade teacher who was trying to seduce me. And if you don't know my 6th grade teacher, which you better not since this is an anonymous blog, she is a mix of the Mother/Witch character from Tangled and a boot camp instructor. If you do know my 6th grade teacher, get out of here stalker.
BLARG
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