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28 May 2009
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Ladies and gentleman I, your humble home-wrecker and self-appointed:
"King Of Fools" has had the static fall quiet and it took something rather surreal for me to hear the last penny of moral fibre hit an empty vessel.
I used the knowledge of the l33t sp34k I had to find some evidence of real snuff-perhaps even a support group for people who laugh hysterically when encountered with the reality of suffering which would make my cast-iron stomach and nerves of steel to lose composure.
I know!? Sounds awesome, "what's it called?", "how much does it cost?" Are some of what could only be hundreds of possibilities running rampant in what is soiled either as a result of social conditioning or the depraved notion that someone has finally spoken for a demographic shunned in the public when I see the most conservative fossils smile when reflecting upon the hayday where violence was the bread and butter of that dreadful lesser class of humans. That was an extreme example but clearly there are those that feel the collective pain of human beings as a species that have been lulled into a false sense of security that makes them fodder for my amusement or my benefit.
Now I don't put much stock in books based on translations, especially those where the bulk of the symbols could denote anything is now treated as those the "Life for.....Cocksuckers!" official guide book. It's contents are said to hold the collective works of our finest minds throughout history. Needless to say the masses are just itching for a lynching.
I am taking personal accountability for my actions and challenge those who would shun me and label me to be as forthcoming as I try and be in their lives before they cast the hateful words that do the damage of boulders as if the target of some summary stoning The best thing to do would be to beat these self-righteous zealots a healthy spoonful of shut-the-fuck-up by enticing their inherent hypocritical nature to show itself as a once "accepting" disciple of Jeh-Sus resorts to brut-force in defence of my obvious slander.
I have a characteristic that allows me to take all forms of physical punishment-a complete and utter disregard for my personal well-being. I loathe my human condition to the point where my lack of self-respect ensures that no situation should warrant self-defence. A term which in itself is ironic because the action is anything but defence, living proof that once again if something is packaged properly it can become acceptable-after all lawyers are Rome's gift to the common man so that they too could navigate which was becoming and is today;
"A battlefield on the literary front. With it's casualties being divine retribution as the weapon of semantics and it's wielders power of words ensures justice never takes its course."-Carl Judas Piek
Ah, you think I am full of shit? A blithering idiot? HA! Both are true but if so then how could a government school decide that I was fit to be left alone with high-school students? With nothing more than the power of the Dark Side and the waving motion of my hand...........whoooooooweeeeeeoooo! Well not quite but I infiltrated their ranks by feigning sincerity and merely affirming their sense of need by adhering to their projected desire, which in this case was an attentive, knowledgeable and dedicated teacher.
I got the job after just one interview-let it be known I decided to decline because I would have done more harm than good but this social experiment proved to me that with a little grit I could use my charisma and the most basic people skills to mimic a respectable adult-and who knows in time I might even be able to portray the image of a law-abiding one!!
But putting all that aside in reality it was because I couldn't dedicate myself to my students entirely that I did not accept the position. No my friends and fellow fine-young criminals these past 9 months of reintegrating my agoraphobic ass back into reality taught me that fearing interaction, disappointment and change made me bitter towards any and all who had managed to attain these simple joys in life that my isolation and delusion the idealism to overcome life in the rat-race.
The point!? Knowing the truth will not necessarily bring you happiness. In my case it kept me from experiencing what could make the reality bearable. All you need to do to ensure that you too can laugh frantically at the subtle comedic overtones present in all situations-just think of fat people
No really! It's glandular."-Anonymous FAT FUCK
This is the problem, in that statement no personal accountability is put forward and because of that Fatty Arbuckle will remain perplexed as to why he cannot tame the ravenous monster that is........his or her appetite.
I had the good fortune to be pointed in the direction of these universal truths and cosmic lies by Dr. Albert Hoffman as we surfed the waves of thought and felt the surge of infinite wisdom and possibility in my soul. That word that dictates how we live our actions and who we live them for-to those fickle enough to think anyone but you controls your life and not fairies, 6-armed Women, Bearded hippies or men sporting groovy headgear I say; FUCK YOU!
FUCK YOU! And all your standards for modernized civilized living that is devoid of any real connection sold to the populous as mankind's generic moral compass and what some long-since passed geezer foretold as he crapped his pants and died!
FUCK YOU! That long for change only because it is what everyone else has on their social calendar! Using funerals as an excuse to parade the new fall line whilst delivering Oscar winning performances of grief-stricken "friends" because you don't even have the balls to be outright in your opinion, especially when it is hostility!
And in closing I would like to issue a heart-felt FUCK YOU to all those who callously use people and abuse soft-natured patsies into jumping through any hoop you put before them!
Authors note: "Should you find the above article offensive and feel the views professed therein are heinous and outright absurd......FUCK YOU AND THE HORSE YOU RODE IN ON!
