This is to be mine Die-Ary.
This is where i shall spew
my venom forth upon the....
semi-unwitting populace...
You all know me.
i have a lot of venom to spew,
when it comes to it.
What's going to happen is this:
If there's something new,
the old thing,
what was here before, is gone.
If i've updated,
i'm obviously over it.
No.
There aren't any archives.
If there is something that
relates to the old Thing,
the old Thing shall also be
made available,
so as to reduce confusion.
If you're actually reading
this garbage...
*snicker*
Well gods help you,
you poor bastard.....
On with the Show.

 

7.24.01
Sometymes... life is just Shit.

Shall i elaborate?
i have a pending relationship.
i have a job.
i have a place to live.
i have friends.
These things should be
enough to keep me happy.
Granted, my house is evil
and is trying to kill me,
and my job is mind-
numbing reptitive horror...
but still...

This mood is the fault of People.
These things that crawl
around this planet,
wearing Human Suits.
People, who can look like
anything and anyone you know--
Friends, Family, Enemies.
People. Who spew their venom
and stupidity and Bullshit
all across this Reality
and make it such that
one cannot WALK
for all the FILTH!
PEOPLE! Who make you
CARE and Feel for them...
so that it Hurts you
when they hurt themselves...
People...

i want to remove the
People from this planet.
But i can't.
We all get a case of
Peopleness,
every now and again.
Some would say that
i have a case, right now.
But the Human Beings,
the things that can see and
Appreciate each other and
Themselves...
even they can be afflicted.

It hurts, so much,
watching the People
fall on their asses.
But help, solicited,
or otherwise,
is generally met with scorn
and resentment,
from the people contingent.
This makes it hard for me
to operate, in context....

The whole Evil House thing
Probably isn't helping...