Wednesday, October 31, 2007

Tis The Season of Evil

Idolizing serial killers is this years theme. My friends and I are dressing up as real and fake serial killers. I'm going to be Jack the Ripper. Others will be Serial Mom, Hannibal, Jeffery Dahmer and some others.

I am down on whores and I shant quit ripping them till I do get buckled.
Jack the Ripper

Tuesday, October 30, 2007


I'm on the penthouse level of an empty 80 story building. Theirs no glass and no doors surrounding me. All I have is a table with a phone on it. The phone is connected to nothing and I can't dial out. I can't tell if it's sunrise or sunset because the sun never moves. The temperature is warm and the weather is calm. I cannot see below me because I'm too high. Their is no exit. No stairs and no sign of how I got up their. I always seem to wake up in that weird place and never leave. And it keeps happening and it just won't stop.

I'm losing it.

Sunday, October 28, 2007

cocaine donuts

another ilegal rant between friends

we were thanking about the things we can do to smuggle cocaine through the airport or border not saying we would actually do it or actually do cocaine some of us......ok ill just stop right their. its a what kind if of thing.

the options

1 donuts are sometimes powdered right what if we got some glazed donuts and sprinkled the cocaine powder on it

2 mixing cocaine powder with flour and baking a cake

3 having a contgious disese on our heads that gives us dandruf

4 have letters from our mjoms but inside it would be filled with cocaine!

5 where a rastafaran hat

6 puting it in sugar packs

we were a little drunk and im still drink and i just got in im like tryun so fuckin hard to proofread this im going ot read this in the moring about 56pm wondering what the fuck now im about 10 seconds from passing out so i have gottago

Friday, October 26, 2007

Wednesday, October 24, 2007


Do you feel like your life is a total waste? You do something for years, and years down the line, you look back on your life and just wonder why I chose this path and like if you knew what you know now, you would've never taken that path. I'm the guy that sees a fork in the road. The left one is bright and sunny with a paved road that you can see for miles. While the other is made of pebbles and is foggy and you can't see in front of you. Guess which road I took?

Monday, October 22, 2007

The Breakup

got a headache. the break up came and wasn't as bad as i expected. she knew it was coming so it wasn't any surprise to her.

Friday, October 19, 2007

Slasher Fridays - Hellraiser

A movie based on me growing up.

I'm going to break up with my girlfriend tonight. I was hoping she would read my blog and get the hint but I guest I have to tell her, with a group of people, away from my apartment, away from my car. I guess it's a good thing. I'm glad I was on my 40 days and 40 nights thing. I couldn't imagine the diseases I would've gotten from her.

This whole break up thing might actually be a bad idea. She got pretty violent last time I broke up with her. Their's no telling what she'll do when it happens again.

I might have to get a restraining order out against her. Satan, please give me the strength to fight this demon. I don't know what I was thinking getting back with her. I'm actually a little worried. I need to find a big lesbian to fight my girlfriend problems for me. Any takers? I'll watch.....

Thursday, October 18, 2007


It's not that I'm tired of my friends, I just want more. So I'm going to get a prison pen pal. I'm going to send a letter out to Juan Reyes. He's in jail for armed robbery in California, I have a new role model. He's scheduled for release in 2014 so if he decides to kill me I can be long gone by then.

(I have to start acting hardcore now)

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Saturday, October 13, 2007

In My Mind - I'm Tired

Thom Yorke
Black Swan

Friday, October 12, 2007

Slasher Fridays - Rosemary's Baby

I had a dream last night about death. In my dream I kept killing my girlfriend. Each time I would kill her I would close my eyes for a few seconds and she would reappear, alive, and I'd somehow kill her over again. No matter what I did or she did, I'd kill her. Like she would turn her back on me and I'd throw a rock at her. I did just watch Premonition last night, so that probably had a lot to do with it, and the fact that I hated her guts, but somehow I'm with her. I told her this morning that I kept killing her in my dreams and I couldn't get rid of her. I laughed but she said nothing and decided to come over with some breakfast. She's like the fucking plague of my life that I can't fucking stand! But it was dream, right? I do like her I guess. It's like I'm freakin out man! Freakin the fuck out!

But on with slasher fridays. We were gonna watch Dahmer, but I'm trying to get away from serial killer movies for awhile. I think that's best for everyone. So we're watching Rosemary's Baby.

Thursday, October 11, 2007

Happy Belated Death Day

Edgar Allan Poe

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door--
Only this, and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;--vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow--sorrow for the lost Lenore--
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore--
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me--filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door--
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;--
This it is, and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"--here I opened wide the door;--
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore!"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"--
Merely this, and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice:
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore--
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;--
'Tis the wind and nothing more."

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door--
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door--
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore.
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore--
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning--little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door--
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered--not a feather then he fluttered--
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "other friends have flown before--
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Nevermore."

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore--
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of 'Never--nevermore'."

But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust, and door;
Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore--
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee,--by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite,--respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!--prophet still, if bird or devil!--
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted--
On this home by horror haunted--tell me truly, I implore--
Is there--is there balm in Gilead?--tell me--tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil--prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us--by that God we both adore--
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore--
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend," I shrieked upstarting--
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!--quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted--nevermore!

Tuesday, October 09, 2007

Good News and Bad News

The bad news really isn't bad news for me but it's bad news to a few people. I'm starting to date my ex now. Trust me, I never saw this day ever happening again but somehow it happened. And she's well aware of my 40 days and 40 nights pledge.

I know one person in particular is going to kick my ass so fucking hard when they find out.

Well that was actually all bad news. I'll have to think of some good news now.

I stopped using the person (as much). No, that's bad news too. I'll get back to ya on the good news.

Sunday, October 07, 2007

The User

Is it wrong to purposely use someone for your benefit? Yeah, ok, just making sure.

Friday, October 05, 2007

Slasher Fridays - Stir of Echoes

We're watching Stir of Echoes tonight. And my gun toting ex is coming to. We seem to be getting along again.

Thursday, October 04, 2007

Free Ballin

I feel so free. I feel like doing flips. Doing the whole 40 days and 40 nights thing, I guess this is the closest to masturbation I'm gonna get.

Oh yeah, I kicked my friend out for pissing me off with his collection of porn.