The generations arive sooner and sooner. A whole lotta fucking going on. Did you know fucking is the only infix in the English language.
But the world's creating more languages now. Text speak skipped into the real world. So did formatting.
Everyone's been fucking.
..Annnd fucking and fucking fucking and fucking fucking and fucking.
Well - enough fucking for the rest of us.
Monday, June 16, 2008
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Recursion Bandit
FINALLY.
Finally had a good chest-day. Injuries suck and waiting for the cables is as close to mental sate masochism as I've been in years. I remember now why I stopped.
Today was different. I've found the proper time zone for chest-day.
Oh, I love making mistakes. Not the life-shattering ones any more; you know, not the I Said There'd Be Blood kinds of mistakers, for there are more than a handful of subcategories for such things. Especially with blood involved.
Just the innocent mistakes. The ones that sting because you want them to. They don't shatter the stratosphere, in fact they help you reestablish yourself, or, "check yoself, fool." as the kids say these days. I was partial to "fuck off or get raped with an elbow" myself.
Finally had a good chest-day. Injuries suck and waiting for the cables is as close to mental sate masochism as I've been in years. I remember now why I stopped.
Today was different. I've found the proper time zone for chest-day.
Oh, I love making mistakes. Not the life-shattering ones any more; you know, not the I Said There'd Be Blood kinds of mistakers, for there are more than a handful of subcategories for such things. Especially with blood involved.
Just the innocent mistakes. The ones that sting because you want them to. They don't shatter the stratosphere, in fact they help you reestablish yourself, or, "check yoself, fool." as the kids say these days. I was partial to "fuck off or get raped with an elbow" myself.
Longshot Died Anyway
The nights are getting longer. The routine-cycle is spinning again, and again we're having to shift quicker than we wanted to, but that's never a bad thing. I'm manking new mistakes, and thinking about new people to make new mistakes to make with; things are so different without the fences around anymore.
They were supposed to be cages...
....but really, they were fences. We could have jumped them anytime we wanted to. The shooting towers kinda messed things up for us.
Then that whole hypnotic suicide shit.
They were supposed to be cages...
....but really, they were fences. We could have jumped them anytime we wanted to. The shooting towers kinda messed things up for us.
Then that whole hypnotic suicide shit.
Friday, June 06, 2008
Angry John
A friend of mine used to work for a nursing school. This particular nursing school used to be a brothel. Through verbal passage I heard the stories of the debautchery that occured one single night while this brothel was happening.
It turns out that this brothel, which became a nursing school, is the sight of a massacre. An angry boyfriend discovered that his significant other was a prostitute at this brothel. One night, he entered the premises and butchered everyone in sight.
The place even has a pool.
Nice.
It turns out that this brothel, which became a nursing school, is the sight of a massacre. An angry boyfriend discovered that his significant other was a prostitute at this brothel. One night, he entered the premises and butchered everyone in sight.
The place even has a pool.
Nice.
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