grudges just never seem to die.
I've been home for a while now.
I've been writing some more of that bullshit that I write, you know, in the very odd manner of writing...
Stuff that makes little or no sense at all, and well, that's alright.
I've faced inner demons, and made them run away scared.
They ran because they were facing the head demon, the mother fucker that brought them to life in the first place, to serve, and obey.
Am I demon?
I am.
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I despise video games that start easy, and instantly become insanely difficult.
Level 1: Piece of cake.
Level 2: Easy as hell.
Level 3: Makes level one look difficult.
Level 4: Soooo easy.
Level 5: Easier than a crack whore in need of cash.
Level 6: Yawn.
Level 7: Impossible to beat.
Typically, it's progressive, you know? It gets slightly harder as you go, so you can develop skill whilst playing. I hate this. How fucking lame. I'll beat it, sometime.
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Social skills do not include making obscure statements to large groups of people and telling people to die...
...or do they?
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I would not have a problem with "Guns N' Roses" having a reunion tour.
Having Axl sing in a band with a bunch of guys who aren't Izzy, Slash and/or Duff is not a reunion tour.
Buckethead is not Slash.
He is, however, a guy with a KFC bucket on his head. How undeniably lame.
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I have no room to talk. I walked around State Control records with a wrap-around set of rabbit ears affixed to my cranium.
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Comedians should only discuss politics if they are funny.
All others, please take this time to shoot yourselves.
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Advertising on major media networks is expensive.
That's why it is certainly evil.
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You can never have too much Ja Rule...
Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Thrusdays are the only exception to the Ja Rule.
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If nothing can supposedly match the "thinking" power of the human brain, why do we need computers to do complex math problems?
Furthermore, why spell-check?
At which point will machines supposedly become "smarter" than we (humans) are?
When they hit 1000mhz, I think it happened.
Let's face it: We really are pointless beings. We can't do anything for ourselves, and if it wouldn't have been for some stupid fucking caveman stumbling across fire, deciding to stick meat into it, eating it, and continuing to do so for a few thousand years because it tasted better, we would have died out a very long time ago.
We were put here to create machines, and die out. It's already starting to happen. We are on file, any other creature that stumbles across these machines, will know about us, and that's the end of it.
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It's so simple. You become fat and bald, then you die. Either order: fat to bald, or bald to fat, they always end in death.
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My existence doesn't mean anything, and neither does any of yours. What have you accomplished? You have a job, a car, a house, maybe an apartment, who knows, who cares... You could have a billion dollars. You're still going to lose and you're still a loser.
At least, this is the immpression that I get, from the things I am told. I observe more than I used to. I do this because I am finally in the cycle. So are all of you. Tomorrow you're dead, and 2 days from now, you're yesterday's news. Same old fucking story. Nothing ever changes. If you have the fourtune of being in the public eye, you might be exploited for years after your death, in A&E and similar media facets special programming. Example: Elvis. Example: Princess Di. Example: Jimi Hendrix.
What's the use in being famous or recognized? Fuck that. Fuck you for thinking that it makes sense, if you do, that is.
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I'm right. At least, I think I am. Under any circumstance, the black hand of death is always looming, and you'll never win. "Immortalized." Bah! Try...... "Nonsense."
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End.
I've been writing some more of that bullshit that I write, you know, in the very odd manner of writing...
Stuff that makes little or no sense at all, and well, that's alright.
I've faced inner demons, and made them run away scared.
They ran because they were facing the head demon, the mother fucker that brought them to life in the first place, to serve, and obey.
Am I demon?
I am.
----------------------------------------------
I despise video games that start easy, and instantly become insanely difficult.
Level 1: Piece of cake.
Level 2: Easy as hell.
Level 3: Makes level one look difficult.
Level 4: Soooo easy.
Level 5: Easier than a crack whore in need of cash.
Level 6: Yawn.
Level 7: Impossible to beat.
Typically, it's progressive, you know? It gets slightly harder as you go, so you can develop skill whilst playing. I hate this. How fucking lame. I'll beat it, sometime.
-------------------------------------------------------------
Social skills do not include making obscure statements to large groups of people and telling people to die...
...or do they?
-------------------------------------------------------------
I would not have a problem with "Guns N' Roses" having a reunion tour.
Having Axl sing in a band with a bunch of guys who aren't Izzy, Slash and/or Duff is not a reunion tour.
Buckethead is not Slash.
He is, however, a guy with a KFC bucket on his head. How undeniably lame.
-------------------------------------------------------------
I have no room to talk. I walked around State Control records with a wrap-around set of rabbit ears affixed to my cranium.
-------------------------------------------------------------
Comedians should only discuss politics if they are funny.
All others, please take this time to shoot yourselves.
-------------------------------------------------------------
Advertising on major media networks is expensive.
That's why it is certainly evil.
-------------------------------------------------------------
You can never have too much Ja Rule...
Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Thrusdays are the only exception to the Ja Rule.
-------------------------------------------------------------
If nothing can supposedly match the "thinking" power of the human brain, why do we need computers to do complex math problems?
Furthermore, why spell-check?
At which point will machines supposedly become "smarter" than we (humans) are?
When they hit 1000mhz, I think it happened.
Let's face it: We really are pointless beings. We can't do anything for ourselves, and if it wouldn't have been for some stupid fucking caveman stumbling across fire, deciding to stick meat into it, eating it, and continuing to do so for a few thousand years because it tasted better, we would have died out a very long time ago.
We were put here to create machines, and die out. It's already starting to happen. We are on file, any other creature that stumbles across these machines, will know about us, and that's the end of it.
---------------------------------------------------------------
It's so simple. You become fat and bald, then you die. Either order: fat to bald, or bald to fat, they always end in death.
---------------------------------------------------------------
My existence doesn't mean anything, and neither does any of yours. What have you accomplished? You have a job, a car, a house, maybe an apartment, who knows, who cares... You could have a billion dollars. You're still going to lose and you're still a loser.
At least, this is the immpression that I get, from the things I am told. I observe more than I used to. I do this because I am finally in the cycle. So are all of you. Tomorrow you're dead, and 2 days from now, you're yesterday's news. Same old fucking story. Nothing ever changes. If you have the fourtune of being in the public eye, you might be exploited for years after your death, in A&E and similar media facets special programming. Example: Elvis. Example: Princess Di. Example: Jimi Hendrix.
What's the use in being famous or recognized? Fuck that. Fuck you for thinking that it makes sense, if you do, that is.
------------------------------------------------------------
I'm right. At least, I think I am. Under any circumstance, the black hand of death is always looming, and you'll never win. "Immortalized." Bah! Try...... "Nonsense."
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End.