A Thanksgiving Walk

After thirty minutes, the family was done with one another. The gray sheep of the blacks decided not to show because the charcoal sheep was plaguing accusations of theft, deception, and other scoundrel-like qualities towards the gray one. I myself sat back and enjoyed the meal, and after two chews of turkey, I recall why I loathe the moody, dim-witted bird.

I left after dessert; vanilly ice cream, because I don't trust the words "potato" and "pie" in the same sentence nor the same dish. As I walked home, I saw the prostitutes beginning to occupy their typical territories. I wondered what they were thankful for. I'm sure one was thankful for her coat, which she draped over her left arm, but the chill was diming as the cold drew nearer, which the meant the bitch slaps, beatings, and knife-cuts would sting much worse the longer they were forced to work. The blemishes and blood would be darker as their blood's pigmentation reacted to the temperature-dipping weather.

Be thankful to breathe another breath, I wished upon them. Then, I looked for a truck to throw myself in front of, with no such luck. The streets were empty save for the lost souls wandering about on this very block.

My home was warm, my clothes were dry, and my bottles were empty, and I knew the name of every death on the street where those prostitues huddled together for warmth; for survival.

Sports Evolved

MMA had become the norm for the streets, except when you have the triangle choke fixed tightly on your opponent, you also expect his friend to be coming around to kick you in the face.

After a the neuro-wipeout decade, most of the fighting styles blended together; only the spiritually on-line could decode the movements, placing them with their origins.

What the new fighters had forgotten was what I embraced. We both honored discipline, but only I still embraced the will to kill. It wasn't about a victory, it was always about survival to me. I never stopped pounding until they stopped moving. I never broke a hold until I heard a broken bone.

The suits still made their money ever since they got in league with the police, having surveillance cameras placed on every street corner, with alerts and Ante Wormholes opening to accept all bets on any streetfight that broke out, or any riot that lasted longer than ten minutes. Vegas appreciated it since the NFL became sad and predictable when the salary cap was lifted. Some people called it the Yankee virus.

Embracing the Public

Sometimes I wonder if musicians against downloading walk about in public, passing strangers, humoring fans; wanting to beat the watery shit out of some of them.

"Oye, I'm a big fan. Have been for years; I love all you're stuff."

- "Izzat a fact. What was the last album you bought."

"Haven't dropped coin since you're debut, what - six years ago...."

...and just thrash the motherfucker!"It was ten years, you thieving, fuckless bastard! Drop some coin if the album's at least good enough you walking herpes machine!"

I can't believe that grannies orgasming to Motorhead is the only recollection I have of Nevada.

Insomnia hit full throttle last night. Knocked out research, a few pages of stories; continued designing my next tattoo. No sleep tonight either; work to do.

Fire Dancing

There were days when my brother and I played music, and there were days when we simply pounded strung cat fur and bashed dead cow skin. Then, when the fire erupted, spreading throughout the fields, harvesting the ashened essence of a scorched earth while embracing the freshness of a new one, we realised exactly what kind of power we had and what kind of sacrificial destiny we were doomed to fulfill.

Moon Praises.

Enjoyed this one quite a bit. I don't come across too many films involving Sam Rockwell, but he is good and takes risks. He did an excellent job as he was the only human being in the flick.

I warn, the quotes on the dvd cover are a wee bit overly generous in their conotations, but it is a great movie.

Damning Geriatrics

I feel it's liklier in a small town to hear someone in their home yelling after an ambulance blazes by, "Damnit, I bet you there's a fucking nursing home down there somewhere."

- heh heh heh.

Back in the Saddle

The gym is now open at it's new location. I pounded the crap out of my legs yesterday, then turned the rage on to my arms today. I feel alive again, and my cardio is kicking ayuzz. Tonight - - pizzaaaaaa.

Why? Because I can. Shyow

Quick Movie Critiques (because reviews mean I don't give my opinion)

Halloween 2 (2009): Tyler Mane was an excellent raging killer. He was the best thing about this movie. With that sad, the movie itself was a disappointment. The sister's whiney delivery made her annoying and unlikeable, along with the rest of the cast whom you either did not care for or wanted to see Michael butcher them as they had no redeaming qualities. Dr. Loomis' character was retooling was disasterous, and I loathed him.

Rob Zombie's visuals were creepy and equally enchanting. He gets better as a director with each film (The Devil's Rejects still being his best), but someone else needs to tackle his scripts.

The Haunting of El Superbeasto: Sticking with Rob Zombie, this was his first animated feature film, and as expected it was a wicked acid trip with some good and bad hallucinations. He pokes fun at himself with cameos by some characters from his previous films with Paul Giamatti providing the voice of Dr. Satan who is nothing like the Dr. Satan from House of 1000 Corpses.

The elevator scenes were the best parts of the film.

The Hurt Locker: A good movie that didn't feel like a movie. It was shot as if they were filming a cable mini-series, but that did not stop the film from being intense, suspenseful, and a bastard of a good time; though it does lose steam towards the end, but it was nice getting inside the minds of the military bomb squad members.

Extract: Mike Judge delivers another good film, although this one is quieter than his previous two live-action efforts, and Mila Kunis' character was almost irrelevant.

Jason Bateman is knocking every role out of the park.

Reign of Fear

Meetings were cancelled today due to an incoming storm. I love the valley. Someone feels a drop from the sky and its the Gawd's Bootstomp reaking havoc upon humanity.

Peoples is funny.

Family

Me mum called today, asking what was going on in me life. Excited, I replied, "I got my latest issue of Scientific American."

"You're such a fucking geek," said my mother.

Regurgitating History

Since I have just thought of it, someone else must have thought of it during the inception of texting - however, I find it humorous that texting is a modern version of the telegraph.

Business As Usual

The insurance man noticed the smile on my face as I ignored his every word. "What are you thinking about?" the bald, blue-suited man asked. "What it would be like to shove a brick through one person's ear and pull it out the othe...r," I replied. "Which insurance plan covers that?"

House Science

You either work for NASA or are a bored junkie when you try to figuring out at what temperature sperm boils.

Homemade Stealth

Never upset a cropduster pilot. If they're any good, they can bomb you while you sleep.

Working Sick While Sicking Work

Work was nice enough while the clock ticked slowly, only in the morning though; by the afternoon activity was rampant. Have not been active these past few days - I've been ill, but today was the best I've felt since succumbing to the light disease. Hopefully, tomorrow I'll feel a bit better. I do feel well enough to return to my training regiment which naturally destroys my immune system on its own. Usually in the second hour of training I begin sneezing or my nose starts to run, occasionally I start coughing, but such is the price I pay for being the stubborn ass that I am.

Tasty Dyke-Toungue

Anyone else ever tasted dyke-tongue?

I am reminded of the times that I have - - I was standing in line, waiting to pay for a couple of dvds: 1)The Dark Knight (which I thought sucked, but I'm hoping with alternative injections, will be better. It worked for Hellboy II, so what the hell....) and 2) Metalocalypse Season 2.

Metalocalypse is a personal taste. It's not something everyone will enjoy, but I love it.

So, I see my two options. Option 1 is a young, geeky pup that will wet himself when I blink my eyes into a wince. Option 2 is a young woman, and yes, dyke-ish in her aura. She's just bleeding dyke - - which may explain why she was excited to see that I was purchasing the Metalocalypse dvd.

I have a great history with lesbians and dykes. I've kissed both species, and nearly decapitated one of them. And so, to all the dykes out there - - lighten up. So you don't have a penis. BIG DEAL. It ain't worth it. Enjoy the vagina. Embrace the vagina.

The vagina controls the world.......stupid dykes.

Horrorgy

Horror is calling me home. There's more than Halloween to it. This temptation of mine has been begging to be unleashed for years, and while from time to time I have given in to the sweet desire, the ideas have been ridiculous. A man shredding his own skin off in one world, while in our own, it seems as though he is having a mere heart attack - pUHleeeease. Simply put, it is full of stuff I would not want to read, and that is already a heavy-negative.

Horror is very precious to me. I grew up with it. My aunts forced me to watch it. I didn't want to, at first. They played Texas Chainsaw Massacre, and I watched it straight through; even watched it without my family. The film version of Children of the Corn made me cringe, only because I like ice cream so much, and the thought of someone losing a body part in an ice cream shop disheartens my appetite for the creamy delicacy.

But I got over it. And I still love ice cream.

I Hate Being Smart

It seems like everyone shit out their brains between five o'clock and eight o'clock this evening. Just because a dude can answer questions in his Grammar class he's suddenly fucking worthy of papparazzi treatment. How pathetic are people becoming?

I know a few words. Leave me alone!

Fuck! There's a word for you. Off! There's a nother. Put'em together and you'll know what to do.