In my semi inebriated state I seek to start out this blog entry by saying some times you just must write, and in this case I must, write.
Every once in a while in a young mans life there is a hollow noise that he follows that leads him to believe he's not worth much, this leads him to do some strange things. Fortunately the rate of "things" that we must do is relatively short in supply, lest we all become lemmings and go extinct.
Based on the vibe from this irrational and sometimes fatal emotion I have driven myself to go to new heights and experience things I never would have normally felt if I had a normal healthy young male life. The first of whitch is a hollow fog:
1) hollow fog - some times brought about by actual fog, but also by rain, sleet snow and otherwise unimportant cold weather decline that happens in the latter part of the year...... This usually leaves one feeling hollow, a little disassotiated and some times just downright nostaligic or "psychic" so to speak, deja vu a lot.
Another thing that often happens in small quantities is:
2) Creative rantings - this is wear the young male in effect goes into a sub comprehensable state and some times echos out creative yet sometimes disturbing poetic rants, often to some sort of online blog. This has lead to some of my most creative yet backards in thought work.
The third and final sympton of the distrubed youth is what I like to call:
3) Donkey sex brain blow fart - This is the point of no return, where the youth sees himself in the reflection of all those that no longer can reproduce and fulfill his goal as a young male propogating the species and instead decided to do something really horribly stupid. Which given time and hopefully with the help of those around him he will see as the most rediculous and self centered action that his brain has ever bestowed upon the graces of this world. Luckily for this heterosexual male this wonderful feat of stupidity nicknamed "donkey sex, brain blow, fart" was accomplished by one of his friends so he didn't have to go to these heights of moronic reformation hiself.
So, in conclusion, yes I know it did seem as though I was just getting started. I must say before you go through these 3 stages of pathetic misinterpreted ass wind say to yourself every day.
" I am a giant biodegradable pleasure center" and wack your pud regularly, seriously this works, and can some times lead to creativity. And if it doesn't work just say fuck it and find a hooker, I hear they are legal in some states.
Or better yet, bolster this creative mind fuck into art, it may benefit some other poor disturbed individual and cause them to pick his own asshole, like other great mind shattered assholes that came before us on this planet.
god bless you and remember, just because the human language has wear where witch which your you're their they're and they are... doesn't mean you shoudl worry yourself about the details.
also I don't believe in your god so eat some fecal matter and remember the asshole that made it, that's right, we all came from some power that invented shit, so it must not be as grandious as you fuckn' make him out to be.
viva la meird
Every once in a while in a young mans life there is a hollow noise that he follows that leads him to believe he's not worth much, this leads him to do some strange things. Fortunately the rate of "things" that we must do is relatively short in supply, lest we all become lemmings and go extinct.
Based on the vibe from this irrational and sometimes fatal emotion I have driven myself to go to new heights and experience things I never would have normally felt if I had a normal healthy young male life. The first of whitch is a hollow fog:
1) hollow fog - some times brought about by actual fog, but also by rain, sleet snow and otherwise unimportant cold weather decline that happens in the latter part of the year...... This usually leaves one feeling hollow, a little disassotiated and some times just downright nostaligic or "psychic" so to speak, deja vu a lot.
Another thing that often happens in small quantities is:
2) Creative rantings - this is wear the young male in effect goes into a sub comprehensable state and some times echos out creative yet sometimes disturbing poetic rants, often to some sort of online blog. This has lead to some of my most creative yet backards in thought work.
The third and final sympton of the distrubed youth is what I like to call:
3) Donkey sex brain blow fart - This is the point of no return, where the youth sees himself in the reflection of all those that no longer can reproduce and fulfill his goal as a young male propogating the species and instead decided to do something really horribly stupid. Which given time and hopefully with the help of those around him he will see as the most rediculous and self centered action that his brain has ever bestowed upon the graces of this world. Luckily for this heterosexual male this wonderful feat of stupidity nicknamed "donkey sex, brain blow, fart" was accomplished by one of his friends so he didn't have to go to these heights of moronic reformation hiself.
So, in conclusion, yes I know it did seem as though I was just getting started. I must say before you go through these 3 stages of pathetic misinterpreted ass wind say to yourself every day.
" I am a giant biodegradable pleasure center" and wack your pud regularly, seriously this works, and can some times lead to creativity. And if it doesn't work just say fuck it and find a hooker, I hear they are legal in some states.
Or better yet, bolster this creative mind fuck into art, it may benefit some other poor disturbed individual and cause them to pick his own asshole, like other great mind shattered assholes that came before us on this planet.
god bless you and remember, just because the human language has wear where witch which your you're their they're and they are... doesn't mean you shoudl worry yourself about the details.
also I don't believe in your god so eat some fecal matter and remember the asshole that made it, that's right, we all came from some power that invented shit, so it must not be as grandious as you fuckn' make him out to be.
viva la meird