another week past and gone and wasted. what should be done with this broken viking? i had 2 one hour long sex sessions on tuesday night. good times. then i went for her again, after sunrise, and was shot down. she said i was an animal and that her hips hurt. i was one smilin' mother fucker. how ever she's not miss right and could not be miss right. not if she laid off the drugs. not if she got better taste in art. not even if she became my physical ideal overnight. there's no spark, no magic. unlike what's been goin' down in my roomy's life. that fella, he's walkin' on clouds. met a girl hung out with her once and already in love. she's a fine lady too, i should be so lucky. but, i'm not. luck is not my virtue. nor is patience or acceptence or compation or empathy. i hate so many of you fuckers, even on here, with your more alternative than thou screen names and tattoos. you fuckers. how can you stand yourselves, you're like an extented version of the sisters Ascariate, these two sister that hung out in my tribe for a time. they were cooler than every one and never hesitated to tell people about it. alwways up on the latest everything. as though that makes any fucking difference in the grand scheme of things. i feel ill when i think of you mother fuckers and how u must laugh at people who aren't up on the fashion trends that your favorite bands put into play. you must be the coolest kids in your towns, high schools, colleges. so fucking cool. well how's this for cool, when the shit hits the fan and there's no more bands with sentence long names around and you acctually have to interact with humans as humans, what are you gonna do? you're gonna talk shit to the wrong fashion victim and they're gonna feed you to the fucking dogs. your skin tight jeans and studded belts won't save you in the event of an undead uprising or social/political climate change. you know what the worst part about all of you fuckers is?? i'm not that different from you and that makes me sad. but, hey, at least i know how futile this all is, right? 