Thursday, December 20, 2012

So the world is ending tomorrow...


This seems to be even mote significant then all those other times in which the world was coming to an end. Even more so then ever am I not really giving a damn. You're going to have your whack doom sayers and all those morons who actually enjoy feeding into the hysteria. Beyond your usual suspects fucking it up for the rest of us, its just another winter season change. Same as before. Chill the fuck out. Give it no rhyme or reason. It's not funny, or entertaining. If you need to join a suicide cult, just do it. Someplace else. Thank you. If I am wrong, however, I still won't apologize. We'll all be dead. So this morning, I had sex with my ex girlfriend. She came over unannounced, to make some sort of point. Now, if that point was how I enjoy the company of her vagina, then case fucking closed. But guess what? I'm still a jerk, apparently. What's a four letter word that rhymes with ring? Yeah buddy, lean into the blow. I will return with some reviews. Fuck Steve Albini. Not a foreshadowing. (at least not on my part) Maybe I am a jerk. Also, fuck html.

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Remember what it used to be like?

When all we did was eat and fuck?


Merry Christmas.

Big Mike.

Inside

I always thought my mind was the epitome of what a good person experiences when he has the darkness of the middle of the universe with no galaxies to keep him company. I was wrong. I knew that person. I dated that person. Such a beautiful human being in so many ways. But I now know whats its like to be repelled from a person for such reasons. It makes me ponder. Ponder because how much have I experienced that happening to me? A lot. And if someone like me can't handle such torment in someones soul, and such erratic behavior, such substance abuse and lack of ultimate goals...

What a place she must be in. I'm sorry I couldn't take it. Maybe I'm an idiot to not want to involve myself in free drugs, booze, and orgies to numb away my bitter heart.

Or maybe I want to live into my 30s.

Just do me a favor, sweetheart.

Try to let the world end on its own. You don't need to help it.

















But thanks for the breakup sex, even though I'll be late for work now.