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Quoting BloodxRevenant:
Why is everyone so focused on niceties and politcaly correct behavior...? It's very irritating spending tyme with idiots who don't like you, but "don't have the heart to tell you"... Wouldn't it be so much more effective to say "fck you" with middle finger extended to the sky itself, rather than carrying around social dead wieght...? Lets face it; the majority of people are dull, boring, ignorant, weak, ugly, cowardly, tasteless, bland, classless, uninteresting, foolish, sht... Why entertain them...? they certainly do not provide me with much entertainment... Why should one spend so much tyme and energy from their lyf to do nothing more than worry themselves stupid over the petty thoughts, oppinions, words, and/or feelings of puppets, sheep, and worker ants...? Is there no other perceptible way to pss ones tyme away...?
So, I have decided, in order to attract the attention of those less dull individuals, that I will at least make an attempt at starting an actual blog here, in my name. Let the floodgates of madness, and arrogance burst wide open, as my keyboard clicks with beats and rythms of unjust attrocites, and vile, repugnant truths spew from the tentacled depths of my chaotic mynd! In the name of Satan, My Self, and the Flying Spaghetti Monster, So Shall it be! And so shall I begin...
My name is Jim, and I live in the smallest, dullest, most Redneck-Ghetto, ever built on the side of a hill... I hate everything, and everyone, but my self, and chances are I want you to die of autoerotic asphyxiation... With that said, know that if you are easily offended _my blogs are not for you_... if you enjoy madness, misanthropy, general statements about human stupidity, or simply reading someones work and thinking: "What is this motherfcker smoking?": Welcome... I make few attempts at humor-well, at least not the easily percieved variety, and most of my reading is composed of Nietsche, LeVay, and various long-dead, or littleknown, but still dead, authors... I make no claims of being "a goth", but, I will not refuse the title...
In short: XEPERA XEPER XEPERU!!! All ye who tread this soil: ere there be madness...
Why is everyone so focused on niceties and politcaly correct behavior...? It's very irritating spending tyme with idiots who don't like you, but "don't have the heart to tell you"... Wouldn't it be so much more effective to say "fck you" with middle finger extended to the sky itself, rather than carrying around social dead wieght...? Lets face it; the majority of people are dull, boring, ignorant, weak, ugly, cowardly, tasteless, bland, classless, uninteresting, foolish, sht... Why entertain them...? they certainly do not provide me with much entertainment... Why should one spend so much tyme and energy from their lyf to do nothing more than worry themselves stupid over the petty thoughts, oppinions, words, and/or feelings of puppets, sheep, and worker ants...? Is there no other perceptible way to pss ones tyme away...?
So, I have decided, in order to attract the attention of those less dull individuals, that I will at least make an attempt at starting an actual blog here, in my name. Let the floodgates of madness, and arrogance burst wide open, as my keyboard clicks with beats and rythms of unjust attrocites, and vile, repugnant truths spew from the tentacled depths of my chaotic mynd! In the name of Satan, My Self, and the Flying Spaghetti Monster, So Shall it be! And so shall I begin...
My name is Jim, and I live in the smallest, dullest, most Redneck-Ghetto, ever built on the side of a hill... I hate everything, and everyone, but my self, and chances are I want you to die of autoerotic asphyxiation... With that said, know that if you are easily offended _my blogs are not for you_... if you enjoy madness, misanthropy, general statements about human stupidity, or simply reading someones work and thinking: "What is this motherfcker smoking?": Welcome... I make few attempts at humor-well, at least not the easily percieved variety, and most of my reading is composed of Nietsche, LeVay, and various long-dead, or littleknown, but still dead, authors... I make no claims of being "a goth", but, I will not refuse the title...
In short: XEPERA XEPER XEPERU!!! All ye who tread this soil: ere there be madness...
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