Writer's block? I guess if you're blocked, then you're not much of a writer, at least not at the time. If you wanna write, then think & start typing. "When you hafta shoot: shoot, don't talk." - Tuco  

I used to work with a lot of well-meaning dumb-fucks. Not horrible people, just annoying, and expendable. The kind that remind you how much this planet needs a plague. Now I may come across as an angry bastard, because I am, but I'm not an idiotic shit-storm of halitosis either. I remember this one walking fossil who used to dismiss rap music by claiming that he could do that, as if it's just some dude talking. As if anyone wanted to listen to this bass ackward cracker under any circumstance. Gawd.. why don't people just die?

"no apparent motive, kill & kill again/ survive my brutal thrashing, I'll hunt you 'til the end/ my life's a constant battle, the rage of many men/ homicidal maniac!" - Slayer, "Kill Again"

So if I don't have anything good to say, should I say nothing at all? Maybe those seemingly peaceful monks who take those vows of silence are secretly rage-filled fans of Slayer.

So you speak softly, but carry a big stick? "Oh yeah? Well I speak LOUD! And I carry a BIGGER stick!! And I use it too!!! - Yosemite Sam

Oh man, I do hate people, but there's lots of things that I love. I love my family & my cat & my girlfriend & my friends. I love chicken, and television. And I fuckin' love music! And I fuckin' love fucking my girlfriend!! I love baseball. Oh, & oh hells yes, I love sleep. Sleepy sleeps. Sometimes when I sleep I stop breathing, & someday I"m gonna stop breathing altogether & sleep forever. And I'm gonna love that more than anything.

riffing

• alright I'll riff for ya
• spill it
• as you kill it
• you're never gonna fill it
• the void
• paranoid
• anxiety
• separation from society
• who claimed your rights?
• bought your propriety?
  

  • claimed a stake
  • through your hear
  • t
  • sold your art
  • as chicken feed
  • to the sheep that breed
  • the virus
  • inside us
  • that we are
  • a scar
  • on the smooth beauty
  • of what could be
  • but isn't
  • & you know what rhymes with "isn't"?
  • nothing
  • so die
  • useless
  • irrelevent
  • self-important
    

    • scum
    • you're cum
    • that should've been swallowed
    • hollow
    • be your name
    • overflowing
    • be your shame
    • your game
    • is over
    • bend over
    • you're fucked
    • you suck
    • die
    • die
    • die

Shit Fuck Death

Ahahaha.. shit, fuck, death.. this came to me as I sat and contemplated life. Complicated strife? Constipated knife? ahahaha

I was sitting/shitting here thinking/stinking about how fucking clever I am. Life has three stages: the evolution of shit from "in your pants" to "in the toilet", the evolution of fucking yourself to fucking other people, and finally the devolving back into the nitrogen cycle: becoming both shit and cum all at once, rotting into fertilizer and food. Well, not really, since humans have made it their mission to be as worthless in death as they are destructive in life. Assholes to ashes, detritus to dust. Heaven forbid the trematode should feed the earthworm. Too self-important to rot, unworthy of mummification; the modern human fills cemeteries just to prove that they didn't stop with strip-malls, suburbs, and golf courses. "Drop the bomb, destroy them all!" - Colonel Kurtz

The winter arrives fasionably late

finally the snow is here
finally the bright darkness of winter
finally the clouds silence the nagging dawn

finally the bears can dream
finally the fertility succumbs to freeze
finally the tepid sunshine is quarantined


finally the dying are dead
finally the ice protects the darkened depths
finally the rough paths are smoothed with danger

Shape shifters & the nitrogen cycle

Drink a lot of little water & you’ll see farther than you’ve ever seen. Focus on the furry animals that don’t exist. They are sentient, self aware, lovable and dangerous. Their dark coats tinged with the white of wisdom & the grey of suffering. Pet them & see if you can sense whether they’re purring or growling. You’ll soon find out. You’ll be food at the bottom or feasting from the top. Fuck the food chain you’ve cast off your familiar shackles. You’re gonna shift shapes either way. Once they bite they can taste your essence. They drink the familiar & devour the food. You get licked & sucked & brought to life or chewed & swallowed & reincarnated as whatever the shit you are might instill into life. It all depends on whether you’re riding your bike with the karmic wheels sailing off the ramp or if you’re just riding the nitrogen cycle & never leaving the dirt.

Reptiles don't need knives to be born

Hi there, fresh & clean outta the hot shower. Comin' atchya live from SheBaltimore, SheBoogie, SheVegas, SheBoomBoomBoomBoom. Just sitting here wondering about my relationship with the illusion of the universe. Didn't ask to exist but indeed I do I'm screwed. Hangin' by a thread from a spider-web, trapped & trying to avoid getting spun up, poisoned, paralyzed & sucked dry. Feel free to be fucked. Freewill? If it existed she would've taken the pill instead of spilling me out of her crotch using my first breath to scream, smelling the stench, getting my first glimpse of the sharp knives of life as the scalpel cut the cord. Life as a reptilian psuedo-mammal sucks from the get-go. I would have been much better suited to the external egg instead of the living incubator. It's actually easier nestled in the nest, warm within a cold hard shell; then it is to be sloshed around in the womb as she walks around and talks and gets fucked.

Single guys & dolls

This is something I wrote for a think-tank that I belonged to. It's my thoughts on a single female friend of a friend, and the single life in general, & single chicks in general.

Certain chicks & the dicks they love.. I can't resist stickin' my spoon into that thick bowl o'chowder.  It's interesting how women & men respond differently to the scent of desperation.  To men it smells like steaks on the grill, to women it smells like rotting hamburger.  Here’s my take on that.  Women tend to view themselves with inappropriately low self-esteem, & therefore think that any guy who comes on to “someone like me” must have something wrong with him.  Men, on the other hand, tend to have an inflated sense of self-esteem.  That leads them to be attracted to any woman that somehow “really gets how awesome I am”.

This setup works very well for predatory men, & of course, not so well for desperate women.  In the case of _____’s friend, it sounds like she’s also into superficialities, which makes her particularly vulnerable to douche-bag dudes, most of whom make sure to present themselves as GQ as possible.  [And no, I’m not just saying that because I possess, shall we say, “non-traditional good looks”. Lot’s of guys who have nice clothes, and don’t have beer-buddhas, are great people.]

There is one explanation as to why her friend has had nothing more than a string of bad relationships that no one has mentioned yet: it’s possible that she’s just lame.  As a “good guy” who’s single, let me tell you: if you think Nickelback rocks & Dane Cook is funny, there’s no way in hell I’m getting into a serious relationship with you.  There are legions of single women out there that have horrible tastes in everything & no real hobbies or interests.  Of course, there are plenty of guys out there who fit that description as well.  They’re pretty much the same type of playa’s your friend’s been fucking.