Monday, February 28, 2011


    Last night was weird. I was reading scary stories on my computer in a pitch black house. One cigarette after another. I had to go to the hospital for overdosing on like lunesta. It might be a good idea to quit cigarettes and sleeping pills...

Sunday, February 27, 2011

Movies will FUCK you up.

    Blame is only ever necessary when anger is present. Your not gonna care about who did something you don't like if your not pissed. People should get over themselves with all this anger bullshit. It's so over rated. I mean it takes a coward to hold a grudge for months and years, but it takes a stronger person to work through something. Anger really is a shield for cowards isn't it. I try not to get angry, but it's not a bad thing if I do. If someone constantly fucks with you it's okay to confront them out of anger, but it's not okay to get your cousin to stab them when there out walking there dog. I mean what the fuck people. Also when someone says "lets fight". What the fuck is wrong with them. Are we not evolved enough where we don't have to resort to the tactics of fucking barbarians to settle a dispute? Also this whole ex-boyfriend, ex-girlfriend anger is bullshit too. I mean if you were ever in a relationship you obviously don't want them to wind up dead on the street. It's just not a nice thing honestly. Relationships are really a magnifying glass for imperfections. And that's when they end. Since our childhood we expect things to be perfect in a relationship because that's how it's like in the movies. It's just pretty much the acceptance of another persons imperfections that result in a "successful relationship. It's just so fucked up that a lot of this kind of shit can be proven to stem back to TV and movies. It's crazy how much damage this stuff does, and yet we still allow it to happen. Don't get me wrong I love movies. I'm watching one now (Braveheart).

    When I was like 7 or something I walked in on my mom watch IT. For those of you who don't know about that movie it's about a creature that decides to shape shift into a clown and murder and kidnap little kids. That's such a fucked up thing to walk into when you were my age. So needless to say I watched the entire movie the next day. Yeah that really fucked me up. I've literally been terrified by clown's my entire life since seeing that. But then again your supposed to be at least 17 to watch it for a reason. So then a couple years ago I decided to watch it again just to see how scary it really was. I laughed at it that time because it was just so fucked up. Who thinks of shit like that honestly. But what I'm getting at is that the things you see or experience when your really young fucks you up for life. So don't go showing your kids any snuff films.

    Also why is every movie made for kids and teenagers has the plot of either a "unattractive" girl played by an extremely attractive actress chasing the popular jock. Or it's the exact opposite. People are so uncreative. They need a Disney movie where every character has like zero morale and are like suicidal and a serial killer starts to kill everyone they care about. That, I would go fucking see.

    That is all.
    Quote of the Day - "When the time is yours, the futures waiting. The person you've become, the people your creating."

Friday, February 25, 2011

Slipknot Subliminal Message

    Alright so I want you to step outside of your way of thinking for this blog. Just let your mind not hold you back. I like the band Slipknot. A lot, but I'm pretty sure I found a subliminal message in psycho-social. In the chorus "And the rain will kill us all, we throw ourselves against the wall." What if you put a t in front of train. A train will hit us all. So think of that as an action that a group of martyrs would commit for there cause. So then the next two line's are "And no one else can see, the preservation of the martyr in me." So now it mentions them being martyrs, and that no one will see them coming. So then I was listening to the entire song and realized that the chorus was the action and the verse the reason why.Two other parts of that song stood out to me. One is "I'm done, it has begun. I'm not the only one." which pretty much says there fed up and will rebel, also that there not alone. Also the line "The limits of the dead" which is screamed several times. It could mean the dead can't do anything for us now, stop listening to them. Tell me your opinions.

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Wow that was a weird blog.

    Have you ever noticed that the society that America considers "criminals" for the doing this me they consider illegal, but we really enjoy. What if we only enjoy these things because they consider them illegal. I mean hasn't there been any times for the non-edge people to ingest more herb and reach a sensation where it just becomes uncomfortable? When we strive to ingest a good ounce of herb on a single day just because it's hard to get and we reach a sensation that were all just too fucked up puking and falling asleep on a couch. I personally enjoy period's were you listen to Justin Bieber's shit backwards and here him saying"I Am A Woman!" several times, but I don't enjoy the times that I...fuck. I don't think I can ever remember ever not enjoying be lit, but I'm sure it's happened a few times. Yeah it definitely has. But like there's other shit. Like if being allowed to decorate the street with spray paint was legal, it would look a lot better then fucking graffiti.

    Ever see one of those commercials on fox where they advertise there news team like a fucking superhero duo? What the fuck. This is why the seventies were so fucking awesome. They didn't waste money that could be spent on like, starving children, on making there newscasters look like Batman and Fucking Robin.

    Also why do we obsess over like Celebrity's lives? Like we obsess with them from childhood. And people wonder why there so fucked up, imagine growing up knowing any fuck up you made would be nationalized. And you just try to be perfect until your like 18 or so, and you just explode. It's so fucked up. Like what the fuck America. Were pretty much killing people. It's like were sacrificing. Holy shit South Park was right. 

    It'd be really scary to someday get a stalker from my blog. But I write like I'm retarded, so someone who would try to stalk me would probably be really retarded. So it wouldn't be hard to take that fucked down. It really wouldn't be hard at all. Me and my friend wouldn't hesitate to do a steak out on that mother fucker and shoot him in the ankle. I would fucking destroy him honestly. Like that's exactly what would happen if I really did get a stalker, not even internet bullshitting. Actually I really wanna do that so somebody please stalk me. We'd probably just either snipe him or hunt him like Coronel Fudd and that fucking rabbit. Or we'd snipe him. Simple as that. We'd use rubber bullets of course, just enough to incapacitate him quick enough for someone to wrap him up like a fucking deer. Honestly. Bring it.

    Alright after those mind boggling observations and invitations I'm gonna go take out the trash. Btw my foot is fine just sprained and I had a few bruises and cuts. Nothing serious lol. Any pce bloggers.

    Quote of the Day - "I got hit by a car."

Got hit by a car

    Alright so today I was meeting a friend of mine at a rite aid and to get to it I had to cross a busy ass road. So I was holding my longboard with one arm, and walking across the street when the light turned green. I figured nobody is too much of a cunt where they would keep going and I was already half way across the street anyway so I started jogging. Then this fucking pissant talking on there phone decided it might be a good idea to keep going. So they went from like 0 to 30 in about two seconds and I'm like holy shit there not gonna stop are they. At this point I'm in the lane closest to the fucking island in the middle of the road that separated the cars that go opposite directions. This guy clearly didn't see me so I literally ran and jumped off with my left foot, and I felt the thing hit me and I was just so stunned for a couple of seconds and I seriously thought I was paralyzed. It managed to barely hit me and I walked away from it with a couple scrapes and my left foot is sprained, but I could still walk away from it which I was grateful for. So they kept going for another hundred yards before realizing they almost just killed another human being and hung up on there phone and stopped. Another person in there car that had seen me was like "Where you hit?!" and I was like "Yeah" but I was so stupid and I limped away like a complete idiot. I should have stayed. I wouldn't have sued them because I'm not an asshole, but I literally had the worst panic attack of my life. I was in a daze and everything was numb and it just sucked. I called, got a ride and now I'm home but seriously I was fucking freaking out. I'm probably gonna have to go to the hospital tonight because my ankles been getting more painful the more I just let it sit. But if that fucking thing had ran over my entire foot instead of barely clipping it I'd definitely be paralyzed, or at least need a year of physical therapy. Fuck that sucked. It was scary and I felt like I was going to puke. Don't think that your invincible because there's always a chance that some cunt in a Lexus will run you over.  

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Furby's, Gameboy's and HERB

    There's so many rules out there about what ages you can and can't buy things. Before 18 you can buy magnifying glasses, but not lighters. At 18 you can die for your country but you can't buy alcohol. It's just a long line of double standards in our legal system.  It's pretty ridiculous. I don't think the government should have any control over substances or plants. Like, for instance, Marijuana. It. Is. A. Plant. There shouldn't be any laws about it. Because it's a plant. I don't know why people look at a plant and frown upon it just because it induces relaxation. I guarantee you if Marijuana wasn't illegal, not as many people would do it.

    Remember Gameboy? That was the greatest shit ever. It was just so cool how you had to catch Pokemon and there were hidden Pokemon and hard to catch and mythical, so it was pretty much impossible to defeat. I bet an ad is gonna pop up on the side of the game for Gameboy's or Pokemon games. Ever notice if you go onto this blog to like, speak your mind of the shitty-ness of a product or like anything that you just don't like, and a fucking ad for it pops up. Like my friend made a blog about how shitty microwaves are, and now his page is filled with microwave ads. So really were not doing much against the product. were kind of...helping it. It's just so messed up. It'd be awesome if you could choose what ads pop up on your page. I'd put up old school Furby ads. Oh fuck, Furbys.

    Fucking Furbys. They scared the shit out of me when I was a kid, and they scare the shit out of me now. It was fucking creepy when your trying to sleep and that mother fucker popped his eyes open like a tase victim and shout "me hungry" or something. Scariest shit ever. But one time I was fucking sick of the thing so I took the battery's out, and threw it behind the couch or something. Then like later that after noon I felt bad, because this was still the age that I thought toys had like, souls, and talked when I wasn't around, and walked around and shit. So I put the battery's and started messing around with it and trying to teach it swears, when all of the sudden it starts shaking like a fucking epileptic and starts saying unknown words in a deep and scary hell-like voice. So needless to say I threw that fucker at a wall as hard as I could. I ran out of the room but heard the thing talking. So I decided to take that battery's out and send that thing back to Furby hell. I picked it up, and realized the battery tray was open and that battery's had fallen out. It talked for another 3 seconds and died. Every word of that shit is true. I fucking HATE Furbys.
    Okay, well I'm glad I got that off my chest.

    Well I'm gonna go make some mini pancakes.  Keep blogging my friends!

Monday, February 21, 2011

Presidents Day and Deja vu Beautiful

    I hope I'm never one of those pseudo-psycho 61 year old has been rock star. I mean there are so many old bastards then never quite let go of there golden years. People like everyone in ACDC. I liked old ACDC but can't stomach there new shit. And occasionally you run across some old guy that thinks he's tough shit because he once had a conversation with Elton John in a fucking elevator. These people man. I never really gave a shit about celebrity status, I gave a shit about what kind of art they produced. Look at Marilyn Manson (Brian Warner), he's a genius but he should have wrapped his musical career up after Golden Age of Grotesque. He's not just a musical genius he's a mental genius. If you checked out the video's I gave the link too in my last blog you'd have some sort of epiphany about his genius.

    I'm gonna post some music since I really don't feel like blogging today. Sorry. Maybe I'll get over writer's (bloggers?) block by tomorrow.

She's a Real Battleaxe - Vanna

This is my "friends" band. Deja vu Beautiful. Here's there demo that they made like 8 months ago.
Part 1 -

Part 2 -

Sleepwalking - Beat Radio

Peace bloggers <3

Sunday, February 20, 2011


      You know with these blogs I don't think twice about them, I don't audition or brainstorm what to write about and I don't proof read before I publish. Maybe that's just the way things are supposed to be. If you audition everything you do, are you really living? Think about it. From the moment were born we get education and religion shoved down our throats. Your general objective in life is go to Kindergarten, Middle School, High School, College, get a job, get married, buy a house, have kids, raise them, and when they move out you can feel free to die in a fucking condo in Florida. So if that's the path that everyone chooses (if it is choosing at all), then what the fuck is there to live for. Even people like me and a few of my friends who understand the way it is, but out of fear of failure we go to our schools and don't shout this on rooftops. That's really the way to control you. Look at the government, not just the American government but the entire world, they all have guns and bombs and tons of shit, but they don't need it because it's implanted into our minds that we can't be anything unless we take that path that everyone takes. They don't NEED guns or bombs, they have us in the palms of there hands. It's sad but it is true.

     Now don't get me wrong, I have always said this and will always say this. I love America, I love this country. I just don't love anything about the government. They think they have some right to control us. They think for some reason they matter more then anybody else in this country. They start war's with other idiot people and then they sit in the crystal thrones while people die and family's are torn apart. How many people have died in Iraq? Not just American's but Iraqi civilians. There people too and deserve life and common respect. I respect them, but apparently the government doesn't. It's just a sad how we live this lie, and I'm living it too. I promise I'll bring you all along for the train ride into an unbreakable cement wall that is Armageddon.

    See everything I wrote, I think about this late at night and early in the morning and it seems to regurgitate itself here. These are just my opinions I really hope I don't offend anyone because that's not my objective. I never go on a blog and just try to offend or piss people off, I just try to explain how I feel and how I think and try to type it down on this.

   Why do people give other people shit all of the time? Like over the stupidest things. Like clothing or opinions.  I was made fun all through middle school for clothing and because I wasn't the smartest person, and because school didn't click with me. School's are set up in a way that leaves room for some kid's to be quiet and some kids to be cunts. I was more quiet in middle school and everyone else seemed to be a cunt. It's pretty strange. I mean if you wear black or wear certain clothing your struck into being different and people don't like differences. In fact they hate them. People back then were so closed minded, and they still are. In the speech about violence that Marilyn Manson made he told a story about a big football star in high school getting drunk and running down a single kid just because he didn't like him. The kid died, and in court he died again because they said he shouldn't have been different. The pieces of shit in this world are all the same.

    Before I end this I wanna thank people that have followed and commented on my blog.

    Here's links to the video of Marilyn Manson's speech on violence and blame that I talked about earlier.

    Part 1
    Part 2

    Instead of a quote today I'm gonna leave you with a poem from Trainspotting that I loved so much I bought the poster of it and it now hangs on my wall. You might have heard it before.

Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family.
Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars,
compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good
health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed
interest mortage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your
friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a
three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics.
Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning.
Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing
game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose
rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable
home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up
brats you spawned to replace yourself.

Choose your future.

Choose life.

Saturday, February 19, 2011

Gift Cards, Refrigerator's and American Made Cars

      Remember when America wasn't a colossal black hold filled with whimpers and bitches about the economy, jobs, TV show's and Horoscopes? Remember when Christmas was about family and not about money and Halloween was about candy and pranks not Charlie fucking Brown? Yeah those were the good old days. Now were stuck in an endless typhoon of political backlash from our uncharted failures and Southerners running over there girlfriends fuck buddy with his 650 Horse Power monster truck's. So this is America now? How come people always used to talk about how thing's were so much better a few years ago then they are now? Like, people like older music, movies, guitars and a bunch of that shit. Do you think they complained about things sucking back in our perpetual vision of the golden days?

    Gift cards...what the fuck are they? You walk into a store, you hand them like $20 dollars or whichever amount you think is cool, and you walk out with...a card. And if you read the back of a card it says something to the effect of no cash value or like this is worth 1/10th of a penny. So you just paid $20 for a card that's worth next to nothing. But you don't keep it, you give it to people as gifts, because that's the socially acceptable way of not giving a shit about someone if you think about it. Like if you have a boss, a friend that you don't really care about or even family members that you only see once a year. I've gotten gift cards from my uncles and grandparent's ever since they came out. Know why? Because they really don't know me, which is fine because I don't really know them. But they think of me and figure fuck it he's really not worth putting effort into, so they just pop into the local Walmart and walk out with something worth 1/10th of a penny. I don't really mind it, I like gift cards, but I think it's kind of fucked up that everyone knows that were all bullshitting each other yet nobody says anything ever. America.

    Now that brings up the "Refrigerator's  and American Made Cars" part of the blog. I didn't mean specifically Refrigerator's  and American Made Cars but I kind of used it as a metaphor for just the general tone of America is that we take pride in our big ass luxury cars, our food and of course, guns. We like that kind of stuff apparently. So what if it makes everyone else fucking hate us, it's not like that could ever cause backlash...yeah...everybody hates us... Literally ever other country thinks of us like we think of that one bratty spoiled overweight annoying cousin that we all have and hate. And know why this country is more fucked then a 8 year old boy at a Christians retreat? Because separated into two dominant political forces, the Democrats and the Republicans. Fuck them both. Look at them now, they've pissed all over each other so much that there now at a stalemate between the two. Nothings getting done. Stupid fucking people.

    I hope, I really do hope everything turns out alright, but we've been raised to believe that bad things don't happen to good people, but from outside the looking glass, we could be the bad guys to the rest of the world. Next blog will be happy, I swear.

Quote of the Day: "How could we be different if we didn't even know. The facts of life upon us, the facts of life that grow..."- Jeff Hardy
"Stop dreading the search for a reason to live, and accept the search for a reason as reason enough. As long as you love yourself, all else will fall into place."

Thursday, February 17, 2011

Peek a boo, Time for jail.

     Perfect day. Longboarding, jamming outside, herb and bro's. Well not a perfect day but better then any of the shit any of us have had going on for a few months. So what's something good and thought provoking to blog about. It'd probably be a lot harder to write these things if anyone actually read them, but I've only gotten like 12 legitimate views, so what the fuck might as well post the most retarded shit I can think of.

    I miss when shit wasn't so industrialized, back when they had coffee shops and family owned businesses. The internet fucked that up right and good now didn't they. When you want to order a pizza or something what do you do? Google it. What are the first things that pop up? The biggest company's around, which is always Domino's, Papa Gino's, etc, so that gives no room for smaller companies to be successful. And I'm not just talking about pizza, I'm talking about anyone that were smart enough to buy ad space when Google first came out, and then became a huge success. Fucking Dane Cook did that, why didn't we learn our goddamn lesson?! There used to be places in the world that didn't need to feed the internet in order to get business. But then again that's all anyone cares about these days. Business. It's pretty pathetic I gotta say. I look at the stock market, and it's just number's and words and computers that don't mean shit. It's like time, Cthulu and Pikachu. It's something fucking make believe. People hold this shit to themselves, hold onto it for dear life, just so they can have something to control. They try too hard to live the American dream. All they care about is value. Fuck them all. Then again I'm writing this for money, so fuck me too. "Guess I'm a coward afraid to face the man I am."

    Who the fuck goes through a brick of cocaine a week? Fucking southerners. Time to make a bagel. Pce <3.
Quote of the Day - "Keep the gun oiled, and the temple cleaned shit snort, and blaspheme, let the heads cool, and the engine run. Because in the end, everything we do, is just everything we've done."

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Random Thoughts, Paul McCartney Dead

      I've been feeling empty for about nine months. Nine long months of just nothing. Since June, I have been feeling like something isn't right, and something was just lagging in the back of my mind. It was bothering me for the longest time and I just felt like it was slowing me down, and more then anything, not letting me be who I am. June was really the turning point in my life where I went down a road that I was totally unsure of, in dropping out of high-school. I was ashamed, because at the time I felt like it was something you should be ashamed of. Looking back now I wasn't ashamed of being a drop out I was ashamed because I was literally doing nothing so I pretty much looked at myself as everything that I was told was bad back in middle school. It's been a long nine months but I truly felt evolved. I'm the closest to being happy then I ever have been, so that's all good and peachy.

    I was reading back about how everyone thought that Paul McCartney had gotten like, decapitated in a car accident but then the government convinced them to put a stand in for him to prevent mass suicide. This was back in 66'. I was reading about the supposed subliminal messaging that The Beatles put out in the songs and album art that was trying to clue the fans into him being dead. It's not the first rumor of a rock star's death being questioned. A lot of people think Jim Morrison faked his death and moved to a private island. But there were a lot of weird things that were said to be clues. Just thinks that had consistency of some of the supposed clues. All of the "clues" were after Sargent Peppers Lonely Heart Club album and they seemed to span through all there later albums. Like one thing I actually found interesting is that after the supposed death date for Paul, The Beatles never referred to themselves at "The Beatles", they were just called "Beatles". Also things like Paul being the one wearing funeral attire on the Abbey Road cover, and they were all dressed for the funeral (John in white clothing, etc). I don't really have all the "clues" scripted to memory but I'll put a link for anyone trying to kill some time.

   I'm gonna sleep then wake up for what will hopefully be the perfect day with perfect weather. It's kind of easy to forget that I'm doing this entire blog thing for money, but, I'm doing this entire blog thing for money. But whatever I guess if this succeeds, sweet I get 50 cents. If not then whatever. I hope all of you in the interworld are living life to the fullest. Happiness through angers, sunlight through clouds.   <---Death Clues of Paul McCartney.

Well that was a bitch.

       I made a blog. I haven't had a blog since I was a shiny white smile faced little myspacer obsessed with comments messaging and yugioh. But now I've found my way, and am obsessed with music, longboarding and yugioh. I've actually been watching a lot of things on my computer. The TV that is provided to us by Verizon, Comcast, etc is pretty much the water downed version of the real turning points in society. Remember when they actually showed good shit on Nick? Not fairy's granting wishes or a fucking sponge, but like actual good shit. Are You Afraid of the Dark was fucking amazing. But Nick decided that the kids of this generation were too big of pussys to not get scared of a show on Nickelodeon. Also remember when it was Sci-f? Not SyFy or whatever the hell it did to erase it's roots from what it once was. I've been watching so much older stuff on my laptop and barely ever watching normal tv, just simply because if anyone want's to see a scary movie, the last place they should go is the movie theater. If there is a movie with raving reviews of how it scared them into checking into a motel and crying like a babbling brook, then you go and check out the movie because what the fuck else is there too do (side note: never pay for movies. google that shit). The movies of today are just shock value. Any director, producer or writer that took a three hour class in basic story function can make a goblin's asshole pop out of a rusty pipe and scare you shitless, but it takes an artist to build fear. Hitchcock was the master of fear. He was an artist. Wes Craven, he's a good director but a shitty horror director. Nightmare on Elm Street? Not at all scary. Fuck I wish I was younger when I used to get scared shitless over a 15 year old kid in a cheesy mask from cvs.
     Moving on, I really don't wanna keep bitching about movies. What should I rage about? Government? Music? Teenage girls. Fuck them. Have you ever noticed how, ironically mostly teenage girls, they always wear like Hollister, Abercrombie bullshit right? I've pretty much refused to wear anything with a brand name on the front of the shirt. I'll wear like a Marley shirt or something because Bob Marley is not a corporation (at least he wasn't but I wouldn't be surprised if they managed to turn peace into profit after he passed). Why would you EVER pay like 30 dollars for a shirt, to advertise FOR a company. It's just something about teenage mental monopoly that I really don't support, but that's just me.
     I've been typing for a while, so I'll just leave you with one last thought before I quite possibly go for a nice midnight longboard right. But I don't know what that thought is so give me a second. I really have no idea what to say. Okay got something. Julian Assange, you might have heard of him, and if you didn't you clearly need to pay more attention to worldly events, or just stop PWNING NOOBZ AT COD! Yeah he made a website called wikileaks pretty much exposing a lot of the bullshit the government didn't feel like telling the truth about, so he was in Switzerland and the good ol' US of A was particularly pissed over a particular shitstorm over something as under the table as our army killing civilians, but don't hold me to that, I'm really not that smart. So, yeah. USA pissed at Assange. Assange get's accused of raping some girl. Wait. What the fuck? Our government gets pissed. It's pissed at Assange. Assange get's accused of rape. He was cleared two hours later after faulty evidence but I'm guessing the point was never to actually get him in jail, but to ruin his credibility. I'll talk more about this next blog but this is getting tiring and I think I stopped making sense a while ago. Pce bloggers <3

Quote of the Day - "Control yourself, take only what you need from it, a family of tree's wantin' to be haunted." -Kids - MGMT (Great Song!!!!!!)