I have to find something essential to our cause. I have only a few months left to find it.
We're approaching our deadline, you see.
What's the deadline to, you ask? Ehhh? What IS it to, I wonder!
It's a fucking secret stop asking shitty questions, jesus fucking christ get a life.
I'm sick of people asking why. Who cares why.
It's all a joke anyways. All of this.
We're all going to burn.
Everyone on this shitty planet.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
SLEEP
I hate sleeping. I can't sleep anymore. I've lost that ability. I just can't sit still for more than a couple of minutes. I have to get up AND MOVEMOVEMOVE.
I'm up here at night because I don't know why. Maybe because I can feel all the action going on around the country. I can feel shit getting fucked up. And yet here I am, not getting in on any of it. It's kind of really disappointing! I am disappointed.
Just a few more months of this, I guess.
I'm up here at night because I don't know why. Maybe because I can feel all the action going on around the country. I can feel shit getting fucked up. And yet here I am, not getting in on any of it. It's kind of really disappointing! I am disappointed.
Just a few more months of this, I guess.
Saturday, March 5, 2011
FUCK DA PO' PO'
MAN FUCK THE POLICE THO. No forreal I fucking hate the goddamn police. Seriously, tell me ONE GODDAMN THIGN IN THIS WHOLE UNIVERSE more annoying than the FUCKING police. Nothing, right? Nothing. There is literally NOTHING.
Except bitches and the DMV. But those are both different stories.
I was just STROLLING. Strolling through a neighborhood. I was all normal like, you know? You fucking know. And then they UP AND DISS ME LIKE THAt with their bullets.
But I showed them. I showed them not to mess with me ever again. They won't be able to anyways, what with missing a few of their limbs. And one dude, haha, I took like one of his eyeballs, right? And stuffed it down his pants.
Sometimes I scare me. I scare me a lot. I don't mean to be this way. It's just happening and I'm being pulled along for the ride.
I've hijacked an officer's vehicle though. Shit gets real now!!
Except bitches and the DMV. But those are both different stories.
I was just STROLLING. Strolling through a neighborhood. I was all normal like, you know? You fucking know. And then they UP AND DISS ME LIKE THAt with their bullets.
But I showed them. I showed them not to mess with me ever again. They won't be able to anyways, what with missing a few of their limbs. And one dude, haha, I took like one of his eyeballs, right? And stuffed it down his pants.
Sometimes I scare me. I scare me a lot. I don't mean to be this way. It's just happening and I'm being pulled along for the ride.
I've hijacked an officer's vehicle though. Shit gets real now!!
Friday, March 4, 2011
FUCK MONA IN THE ASS
I hate the Birdbrains. They're so goddamn fussy. You can't even have a full conversation with them without the bastards waving their superiority at you.
Caw. Caw fucking caw. Why don't they speak slower and with a bit more legitimacy in their fussy voices. At least a fake realist approach to talking, you know? You fucking know.
I can't believe I had to meet with them. Why did I again? Oh. Oh right. To negotiate the terms of our agreement. Well, screw that. I swear to Yogi that if I see any more goddamn birdcrap I will fucking tear something apart like maybe the Mona Lisa fuck that painting that chick has no eyebrows.
One of them threatened to fry me to death if I didn't behave. I laughed. On most normal days, a human's body like mine would absolutely explode into millions of bloody pieces after contact wtih an electrical discharge of the magnitude they're capable.
However... my body isn't exactly normal anymore, now is it, Mr. Rivers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Mr. Rivers is a dear friend of mine. A lovely, lovely friend. You'll be seeing me mention him a lot for the next few months. Don't worry. He won't be mentioned forever.
Once he's erased he'll be gone for good. From memory, from posterity, from all of reality.
To cut a long story short they clucked their beaks and agreed to our terms.
Caw. Caw fucking caw. Why don't they speak slower and with a bit more legitimacy in their fussy voices. At least a fake realist approach to talking, you know? You fucking know.
I can't believe I had to meet with them. Why did I again? Oh. Oh right. To negotiate the terms of our agreement. Well, screw that. I swear to Yogi that if I see any more goddamn birdcrap I will fucking tear something apart like maybe the Mona Lisa fuck that painting that chick has no eyebrows.
One of them threatened to fry me to death if I didn't behave. I laughed. On most normal days, a human's body like mine would absolutely explode into millions of bloody pieces after contact wtih an electrical discharge of the magnitude they're capable.
However... my body isn't exactly normal anymore, now is it, Mr. Rivers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Mr. Rivers is a dear friend of mine. A lovely, lovely friend. You'll be seeing me mention him a lot for the next few months. Don't worry. He won't be mentioned forever.
Once he's erased he'll be gone for good. From memory, from posterity, from all of reality.
To cut a long story short they clucked their beaks and agreed to our terms.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
KAPOW!
Bam, bam, pow! Slams down and SPLAT! The blood splatters everywhere. Upon my face, upon my pants, all of it, all of it, all over me.
My teeth glimmer in the sunset and I push the soulless body out the window. I jump out after it. We're on the first floor, so don't worry. I push through the bushes and emerge a victorious man!
I beat them! I beat four men in under four minutes! I throw my knife under their car and I run. I run straight down the street, with blood covering me. The skies went gray and I felt it oncoming.
It was starting. It was starting and mission truly began.
The skies were already gray. It's fucking Winter, of course they're goddamn gray. No I meant like, they changed. You can't see it though. I can. It's fun to watch and see and look at it. All these waves fluttering through the sky, lost and aimless.
But I could see the worst of it. I could feel the worst of it. Something horrible happened. Something bad. Well, for humanity. Not for me. In my case, good. Very good.
It was February 27th and I was in southern California but I could feel the Exordium begin, even from a thousand miles away. The best part was, it hadn't even really begun yet.
It was around 8 when it truly, truly began. Humanity had finally committed the great fuckup.
It's been three days since the Exordium ocurred and nothing's been the same since.
My teeth glimmer in the sunset and I push the soulless body out the window. I jump out after it. We're on the first floor, so don't worry. I push through the bushes and emerge a victorious man!
I beat them! I beat four men in under four minutes! I throw my knife under their car and I run. I run straight down the street, with blood covering me. The skies went gray and I felt it oncoming.
It was starting. It was starting and mission truly began.
The skies were already gray. It's fucking Winter, of course they're goddamn gray. No I meant like, they changed. You can't see it though. I can. It's fun to watch and see and look at it. All these waves fluttering through the sky, lost and aimless.
But I could see the worst of it. I could feel the worst of it. Something horrible happened. Something bad. Well, for humanity. Not for me. In my case, good. Very good.
It was February 27th and I was in southern California but I could feel the Exordium begin, even from a thousand miles away. The best part was, it hadn't even really begun yet.
It was around 8 when it truly, truly began. Humanity had finally committed the great fuckup.
It's been three days since the Exordium ocurred and nothing's been the same since.
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