Early to bed... And early to rise...
Makes battle-planning for The Wrecktals fucking easy and will eventually lead to our awesome success (as a band, not money, you fuck) and greatness (as in respect and being responsible for entertainment, not fame, you fuck).
Hahaha! I love me: "To be honest, I fucking hate half the shit that is typed on SuicideGirls by their psuedo-elitist, quasi-apathetic, and semi-sarcastic editors and members."
I fucking hate every member who says "Maaan... SuicideGirls used to be good."
"Yeah, before people like you went around fucking saying stupid shit like that."
Half the reason this community sucks shit is because people say it sucks shit. And then they talk about "the good old days" of this website. And then it's usually followed with shitty half-assed SuicideGirl internet-inside-jokes such as "+1" and what-have-you.
I will admit the whole "I am all the day with my cock up" thing is fucking funny. But the majority of people don't know what the fuck is being talked about half the time, and that alienates them. This makes the person who said the lame inside joke feel special, and then they have a sense of union with the few special, select members who also know the meaning of this joke...
THIS IS THE FUCKING INTERNET. THE GOING-ON'S OF SAID INTERNET ARE A FUCKING JOKE.
The point of the internet is as follows:
1.) The easiest way to acquire information in the quickest way possible, and with the right know-how, minimize the amount of bullshit coming your way.
2.) Entertainment. Laughing and learning and laughing and learning and so-on and so-forth... I fucking hate TV. With the internet, you only see what you want! It's quicker, easier, more selective and choosable than TV. And more fun.
3.) Porn.
4.) Communication in the easiest and most convenient means possible.
Allow me to rant about number four there...
THIS IS NOT A VIABLE SUBSTITUTE FOR A SOCIAL LIFE.
Get the fuck out. Go talk to some fucking girls. Go see a fucking show. Go make some fucking friends who can hug you back without typing "({)" over MSN. Get a fucking life.
Be a fucking lamewad and gaining much respect and kudos from the same circle of respect-giving and kudos-giving friends you give respect and kudos to, (yes, even on the internet) makes you a fucking elitist. An internet-elitist. That's waaaaay fucking more lame than the gutterpunks I walk by on the curb who say shit like "You fucking poser. Your pants are clean. You're not punk rock." And let me sum that up for you: That's fucking LAME
Stop fucking expecting things, and start learning to fucking enjoy them.
And for the record, this post isn't the result of an attack at yours truly. I don't do boards much. I don't venture onto boards often for reasons such as these.
Which leads me to the inspiration of this post. Martin_Atkins is doing some great things on this site. And I almost missed all the brilliant shit he's said. As a result of years of conditioning on this site, I assumed everything was still perpetuating itself into continuous downward spiral of fucking lame... And because of this I almost missed his fucking wicked article, compiling all his past articles. Boy am I glad to have caught it! It's giving me the chance to actually evaluate and calculate a lot of things. It inspired me to do a lot with something I'm already extremely passionate about. I feel like I'm rambling already, but I must go on...
When our band first started, we were fucking excited to have so much from from making noise in synchronized fashions... It was a new experience for the lot of us. We fell in love with it. In the most literal sense of the term "love". I mean it. We love eachother and our band, as individuals and as a whole...
That excitement never went away. Sometimes the band was put on hold (all thanks to my several visits to the emergency-room... Haha!), and we slowed down...
But it never went away.
And it wasn't until I read Martin_Atkins's article, that a new love was introduced: the love of success as an entertainer.
Success... As I stated... Not in a sense of money and fame, but in the sense of respect and... Well... That feeling you get in your chest when you listen to that band that excites you to the point where you dance like a moron all over your house with complete disregard to the windows being open and everyone in the world seeing that you're fucking nuts...
Yeah... That]/i]...
We want that. We will have that. And due to a strategy and the feeling we already have in our chests, and advice from an experienced, well respected mind (Martin Atkins), we will have that.
I woke up too fucking early this morning. I start work at 8am. I have to be on the bus at 7:23am. I woke up at 3:30-something. I rolled around trying to fall back asleep. No avail. Tried emptying my bladder. Still. No avail. So fuck it, I scrubbed the two-day-stale, mohawky-stiffness off my head, and started more planning, and typing all over the place...
And now, I am here... Typing this. Anywhere from six to 3200 (yes, these numbers are calculated and realistic and honest) people will read this, depending on my activities on this site and others... And I don't care. I typed this for me.
I am not one to question fate. Hell, I don't believe in fate or destiny until it's convenient, to be honest. But I woke up this morning for a reason. I began this day as if it were on purpose. I have a purpose. I have a "destiny" - one I am in charge of, but one I am aware of. I will go by the feeling in my chest over the width of my wallet. I will be happy before I am "successful". I am me.
I am very fucking excited to hear what Martin Atkins has to say about what I have to say to him.
So, dear internet-readers, and world... You fucking hear me... I know I don't need a megaphone the size of the moon to make it be known (many things discussed in this post, and in this sentence as well, refer a lot to The Law Of Attraction)... I swear over this chubby plastic cup of juice, this cookie my mommy baked while I was at a concert, and these two microwavable burritos that I actually decided to stick into the oven, and a half-complete, half-written-on stack of paper entitled "The Wrecktals' Battle Plan"... I am bound for great things. I have always known this since the earliest day I can remember... I will be great... I will be everything I ever imagined... I will be a God... I will be me...
Today is going to be a good day.
This life is going to be a good life.
Live. Love.
Your Friend,
- Christoph "PunkerSlut" Leon
Makes battle-planning for The Wrecktals fucking easy and will eventually lead to our awesome success (as a band, not money, you fuck) and greatness (as in respect and being responsible for entertainment, not fame, you fuck).
Hahaha! I love me: "To be honest, I fucking hate half the shit that is typed on SuicideGirls by their psuedo-elitist, quasi-apathetic, and semi-sarcastic editors and members."
I fucking hate every member who says "Maaan... SuicideGirls used to be good."
"Yeah, before people like you went around fucking saying stupid shit like that."
Half the reason this community sucks shit is because people say it sucks shit. And then they talk about "the good old days" of this website. And then it's usually followed with shitty half-assed SuicideGirl internet-inside-jokes such as "+1" and what-have-you.
I will admit the whole "I am all the day with my cock up" thing is fucking funny. But the majority of people don't know what the fuck is being talked about half the time, and that alienates them. This makes the person who said the lame inside joke feel special, and then they have a sense of union with the few special, select members who also know the meaning of this joke...
THIS IS THE FUCKING INTERNET. THE GOING-ON'S OF SAID INTERNET ARE A FUCKING JOKE.
The point of the internet is as follows:
1.) The easiest way to acquire information in the quickest way possible, and with the right know-how, minimize the amount of bullshit coming your way.
2.) Entertainment. Laughing and learning and laughing and learning and so-on and so-forth... I fucking hate TV. With the internet, you only see what you want! It's quicker, easier, more selective and choosable than TV. And more fun.
3.) Porn.
4.) Communication in the easiest and most convenient means possible.
Allow me to rant about number four there...
THIS IS NOT A VIABLE SUBSTITUTE FOR A SOCIAL LIFE.
Get the fuck out. Go talk to some fucking girls. Go see a fucking show. Go make some fucking friends who can hug you back without typing "({)" over MSN. Get a fucking life.
Be a fucking lamewad and gaining much respect and kudos from the same circle of respect-giving and kudos-giving friends you give respect and kudos to, (yes, even on the internet) makes you a fucking elitist. An internet-elitist. That's waaaaay fucking more lame than the gutterpunks I walk by on the curb who say shit like "You fucking poser. Your pants are clean. You're not punk rock." And let me sum that up for you: That's fucking LAME
Stop fucking expecting things, and start learning to fucking enjoy them.
And for the record, this post isn't the result of an attack at yours truly. I don't do boards much. I don't venture onto boards often for reasons such as these.
Which leads me to the inspiration of this post. Martin_Atkins is doing some great things on this site. And I almost missed all the brilliant shit he's said. As a result of years of conditioning on this site, I assumed everything was still perpetuating itself into continuous downward spiral of fucking lame... And because of this I almost missed his fucking wicked article, compiling all his past articles. Boy am I glad to have caught it! It's giving me the chance to actually evaluate and calculate a lot of things. It inspired me to do a lot with something I'm already extremely passionate about. I feel like I'm rambling already, but I must go on...
When our band first started, we were fucking excited to have so much from from making noise in synchronized fashions... It was a new experience for the lot of us. We fell in love with it. In the most literal sense of the term "love". I mean it. We love eachother and our band, as individuals and as a whole...
That excitement never went away. Sometimes the band was put on hold (all thanks to my several visits to the emergency-room... Haha!), and we slowed down...
But it never went away.
And it wasn't until I read Martin_Atkins's article, that a new love was introduced: the love of success as an entertainer.
Success... As I stated... Not in a sense of money and fame, but in the sense of respect and... Well... That feeling you get in your chest when you listen to that band that excites you to the point where you dance like a moron all over your house with complete disregard to the windows being open and everyone in the world seeing that you're fucking nuts...
Yeah... That]/i]...
We want that. We will have that. And due to a strategy and the feeling we already have in our chests, and advice from an experienced, well respected mind (Martin Atkins), we will have that.
I woke up too fucking early this morning. I start work at 8am. I have to be on the bus at 7:23am. I woke up at 3:30-something. I rolled around trying to fall back asleep. No avail. Tried emptying my bladder. Still. No avail. So fuck it, I scrubbed the two-day-stale, mohawky-stiffness off my head, and started more planning, and typing all over the place...
And now, I am here... Typing this. Anywhere from six to 3200 (yes, these numbers are calculated and realistic and honest) people will read this, depending on my activities on this site and others... And I don't care. I typed this for me.
I am not one to question fate. Hell, I don't believe in fate or destiny until it's convenient, to be honest. But I woke up this morning for a reason. I began this day as if it were on purpose. I have a purpose. I have a "destiny" - one I am in charge of, but one I am aware of. I will go by the feeling in my chest over the width of my wallet. I will be happy before I am "successful". I am me.
I am very fucking excited to hear what Martin Atkins has to say about what I have to say to him.
So, dear internet-readers, and world... You fucking hear me... I know I don't need a megaphone the size of the moon to make it be known (many things discussed in this post, and in this sentence as well, refer a lot to The Law Of Attraction)... I swear over this chubby plastic cup of juice, this cookie my mommy baked while I was at a concert, and these two microwavable burritos that I actually decided to stick into the oven, and a half-complete, half-written-on stack of paper entitled "The Wrecktals' Battle Plan"... I am bound for great things. I have always known this since the earliest day I can remember... I will be great... I will be everything I ever imagined... I will be a God... I will be me...
Today is going to be a good day.
This life is going to be a good life.
Live. Love.
Your Friend,
- Christoph "PunkerSlut" Leon
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Being compared to a girl in any video game, so long as she isn't dead or didn't used to be dead or isn't yuna, is a 'gasm.
I've been compared to the girl on the cover of Silent Hill 3. Oddly.