Some people have asked me why I don't write much anymore. And after much thought and heavy consideration, the answer is this...
There once was a time when my thoughts leapt from my mind and onto a paper somewhere and I wondered what stupor I must have been when writing it, later finding out I was perfectly clear-headed. There was once a time when stupid, tangible humanfear did not filter my outward projection, in any way.
There was a time when the things that suddenly came out (I hope to god at least ONE person will understand that age-old shit joke) were unquestioned, silly ideas from an obviously untainted mind. What about that was wrong? Nothing, of course...as long as I did not offend anyone in the process (*ahem* I uh believe that was the soul purpose of the ol' Weenus, Inc. *I dunno just pointing something out that I figured was obvious to everyone who was at least qualified to hustle on an over-paid administration*)
Once there became "reasons" for all that behavior, I tended to cut it out. Only a psycho ignores his destructive inhibitions, right? Thanks for the awareness of being human guys.
. Nobody likes a name-caller and as a "delinquent" I guess there is no place for my rotten seedy garbage on the internet, and clearly, there was no hope of ever becoming ...I dont even remember the other words that fucking hypocrite called me. But what I do remember is this: You're all a bunch of savage, unhappy, close-minded masses of existence, dying inside, and the truth is, you wanted me there with you. You'll rot in hell before you ever get a single piece of scrap from me that isn't paid for. From now on it's all mine. Some of you think the world is better off without my work - some jumbled concoction of peculiar photographs and lude commentary, and some details of my life I wish I could keep public forever - you're entitled to that. I don't want to hear about it and I'll never let another soul wipe their ass with my work again. I don't care how much of that jumbled mess you got, I hope that is clear. Nobody's going to touch this motherfucker again.
high-quality images of shit!
so what?
It comes out after you eat.
Because people shitting on each other is funny, and I stand by that forever. Everybody salute that flag on the stage at Counter-Strike High School, by the way, I wiped my ass with it, after I shit in the auditorium and got the retards blamed for it.