1.Yes.
2. No.
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fire
A Zillion dollars…(i like Z)
Since we live in a modern world of retards, (retardz) Whee!
Oops,
anyways,
since this world loves to embrace the collective mind construct of insanity I’ve decide to buy a new car so I went into the dealership and wrote a check for a brand new truck costing $156,000.00 dollars.
The bank would not clear the check so I was very upset. I cried and threw a tantrum, (just like the ICE protestors) The bank said I did not have $156,000.00. They had the audacity to say I owed them money for something called a bounced check.
So I shaved my head…well, polished my head as some say I’m bald yet I say I have an afro because I’m a Nigerian Princess.
Anyways, that did not work so I wrote another check, this time for a million dollars. I wanted to buy a dress like those fuctards at the grammys wore. And then again, I was told I did not have the money.
A question: I know I have a zillion dollars. I know because I am me and I know everything.. I demand! No, I know I demand that the world knows I have a zillion dollars and must cater to my every desire, need, and mental retardation!
And if you ever sell me anything, I demand you take my check. I know I’m good for it. And if you don’t then, then, then, then, I’ll hold my breath until I pass out and become sane.
ICE out of the freezer! I demand fresh underwear! Where is my blanky and binky!
WAAAH!!!
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ti ti tomu
ti ti lisin
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reglim i somu ti ti l( in in to ter 11-3-3-799-2)
The Locals
Tom was basically a timid boy. Kept to himself and followed the family train as it drifted from job to job, town to town.
There was Waco Texas, Seattle Wa, Tampa Florida; towns from here to there. Tom enjoyed the travel and in his way he learned. He learned in Waco the chili was hot and tasteful. In Seattle he learned that men had sex with men and boys, an experience for Tom both shocking and interesting.
Then there was the town where Tom lived now. A small town in a big state best left unmentioned as what happened in that town would best be left unmentioned stay for the fact there would be no story left and as with all stories they must be said.
“Who be yea?” Was it a gnome or an old wizened bar patron of the local small town bar named, Silver Dollar.
“Excuse me?” Tom asked in a timid voice. He had never seen such a creature before.
“I ask, who be yea? You are not from here nor I expect yea be from there.”
“Uhm. My family just moved here. My dad got a job at the hospital.
The gnome was not spare with his hateful look as he replied. “Well, yea best be moving on from here. There’s a killing to be made.”
Tom froze in fear as he dreaded something bad was coming.
Strange?
Weird?
Tom just moved into a small town and as luck would not be his; stumbled upon an annual sacrifice/killing of a virgin. A virgin which Tom was one and now would always be.
As the locals tore his flesh the gnome laughed as the other misshapen creatures tore the flesh from the young boys body. They feast as they celebrated the moon god.
Just another attraction known only by a select few, those being the annual victim and the hoard of demons called, locals.
Epitaphs and shit
Epitaphs or epifafs or… fuck it, it’s drinking day. One day a week I allow myself to drink and tonight it’s rum and coke.
Anyways self, it’s me. A fucking crazy ass dude who has absolutely no filters and no alligence or allegiences or…fuck it, it’s my drinking day!
So, Margareta was born and raised in Sweden so sososo, soooooo… after spicking speaking spoking (and putting up with my bullshit) she is often times asked by random strangers, “Your accent, where are you from?” Or, “Are you from Germany?” Or, “Do you work here?” Or, “I hope you drop dead.” Or, “Who am I?”
Anywayes… I told her today that the next time someone asks about her accent and where she is from she should say, “I’m an angel from heaven and now I’m on my way back.”
Genious or genious or genus or penis or… That would shut up the mouths of those asking and a double win for those asking who only believe in nothing.
So.
Ah so
Asshole
Epitaphs I just thought up (or remembered, or saw)
“You’re standing on my balls!”
“Hey skank, wear some clean underwear.
“This space is occupied.”
“Hey Dominoes, where’s my pizza I ordered?”
“Trust me, it was worth it.”
(Last words spoken engraved on the monument) “Here, hold my beer and watch this.”
“I don’t believe in God. I believe in reincarnation. Currently I’m one of those crabs crawling around your genitals.”
“Down with ICE, Down with ICE, ARghh!”
“Out of order”
“You’re next”
“Laugh all you want, I took it all with me”
“Here lays a buried casket inside a U-Haul)
“They were supposed to install a bell in case I was still alive”
“This is not a Kill Bill moment:
“Don’t fuck a sow grizz when alone in the wilderness:
“I had a second helping of fries at a Somali resturaunt in Minnesota”
and on
and on
and on
Whee!
(thuddd) or thud
and, fuck it.
Free Speech
Case in point: Don Lemon. A gay black man who resides in a country that says it embraces something called, free speech.
People believe they have a right in America to express themselves by embracing something called, free speech.
Is speech free for Don Lemon who interrupted a church service or is it free for the minister who told the protestors to leave?
Decide for yourselves with your choice of free thoughts/free speech, though first another question: What is speech?
Speech. An act of communication. To express to others the thoughts one has pertaining to anything.
I can say, “Fuck Don Lemon, he is a stupid nigger that sucks cock.” I can say that, but should I?
Or
I can say, “I will pray that Don Lemon finds the love of God in his heart.” I can say that, but should I?
I do not matter because I do not really exist, however, i do.
and i do know that God also has free speech, a speech involving every action of everything. Earthquakes are speech. The wind is speech. The elements. The seen and unseen. And i know that when God speaks, all else becomes nothing more than babble.
Hot Wax
To appear with a painful reflex as the molten melt released by the flame
only to realize
there is more to reality than the observations of change.
To witness those engaged in playing a game
Sentenced before there was even the concept of time
Reduced to a glowing ember
and smiling knowing the folly of embracing time.
Daily writing prompt
If you could make your pet understand one thing, what would it be?
That there is indeed a God.
