Black Friday

All of the sheep were mad rushing it somewhere this year, just to stand in line like the homeless do in a soup kitchen line.

@t bestbuy, they desperately sought to stampede inside of a store as children of a 3rd world country would a storehouse full of free food, eager to get that nifty South Korean branded tv. Eager to suck the cocks of Samsung and LG.

@t Home Depot, the sheep were eager to buy hardware in the dead of winter, as if shit like shovels, lightbulbs, hammers, houseplants, and common household items were rare. Pam, a milf soccer mom just stocked up on garbage bags and cleaning supplies while her neighbor Tim got a whopping deal on that electric sander and webber grill he’s been not needing all year for.

@t Walgreens, all the local neighborhood chicka’s took advantage of outrageously irresistable deals on designer makeup, tampons, made on tv merchandise, possibly meds and girly magazines. After their absurdly reduced prices the prices became less Jewish than usual (meaning=affordable).

@t Binny’s: professional alchies lined up en masse full scale assault during the ass crack of dawn. These peeps want to murder their livers and by goodness they shall!

@t someplace in America, some stupid cultist like clique was buying shit they really do not need, want, or even afford to satisfy a void inside of themselves they couldn’t A. Admit to its existence or B. Understand why they had such a feeling. A sexy milf somewhere just bought sexy lingerie from Victoria Secret that looked possibly sexy or garish yet would please her husband’s dying sense of romance.

Me, I celebrated buy nothing day.

quote of the moment

I was never the boy who liked to tear the wings from the butterfly, and marvel at the simple destruction I’d caused. I was the kid who freed the butterfly from the spider’s web.

Yet when I became a man, I’d realized I became the man who liked to tear off butterfly wings. Because that’s the kind of world we lived in, where beauty was decimated and labeled art. Beauty had to be raped by intellectually vain peeps and refined, overprocessed, overthought. It couldn’t be organically wrought anymore. People were too politically correct for that kind of raw like sushi spontaneity where you’re in it for the creative high.

-Me

Start

It’d been a lengthy, tumultuous hiatus from writing, blogging, journaling for me, and I felt it high time to get things started. Where to even begin? Do we do like in the movies with the end scene first? No, that’s not how this works.

I’m not going to even bother with overburdening myself, much less anybody reading this with granular details, secrets, or real life shit. This is the internet of things, where haters gonna hate. You can’t really be ‘good’, noble, empathetic, caring, or ‘yourself’ herein. The inter web is like a vast sea of troubled freaks of nature, why would anybody in their right minds care to pander to the lowlives? It’d be likened to a concerto of Rachmoninov for the entertainment of crack addicts, carjackers, and craigslist scammers.

Beside this hostile attitude I harbor towards the state of life, it isn’t to suggest that I won’t. Just that I don’t want to want to. This is delicious fare you’re about to not enjoy, and I won’t enjoy providing it.Continue Reading »