I dont sleep well

i got hella drunk yesterday.
i dont know how i didnt even drink that much.




we had a whoooooollllllleee buncha fun im pretty sure.
we laughed a lot and shit.

beers beers beers.

bongloads.

and hella more beers.









i passed out at like fuckin midnight.
and woke up wide eyed at fuckin five am.

so i got hella high.
drank a beer.

and left and went and took some pictures of wild sun up shit.
i had fun.
it was fucking cold as tits though.



link it to my photobucket to see more of those.. their tight.

gotta go but some shit at best buy so i can get my advertising bullshit on.
work work work.
im hella tired.


party on.

lesson for the day

There was a much lower death rate inside the hospital than outside the hospital, and a much healthier death rate. Few people died unnecessarily. People knew a lot more about dying in side the hospital, and made a much neater, more orderly job out of it. They couldn't dominate Death inside the hospital, but they certainly made her behave. They had taught her manners. They couldn't keep Death out, but while she was in she had to act like a lady. People gave up the ghost with delicacy and taste inside the hospital. There was none of that crude, ugly ostentation's about dying that was so common outside the hospital...

They didn't explode into blood and clotted matter. They didn't drown or get struck by lightning, mangled in machinery or crushed in landslides. They didn't get shot to death in hold-ups, strangled to death in rapes, stabbed to death in saloons, bludgeoned to death with axes by parents or children, or die summarily by some other act of God. Nobody choked to death. People bled to death like gentlemen in an operating room or expired without comment in an oxygen tent. There was none of that tricky now-you-see-me-now-you-don't business so much in vogue outside the hospital, none of that now-I-am-and-now-I-ain't. There were no famines or floods. Children didn't suffocate in cradles or iceboxes or fall under trucks. No one was beaten to death. People didn't stick their heads into ovens with the gas on, jump in front of subway trains or come plummeting like dead weights out of hotel windows with a whoosh!, accelerating at a rate of thirty-two feet per second to land with a hideous plop! on the sidewalk and die disgustingly there in public like an alpaca sack full of hairy strawberry ice cream, bleeding, pink toes awry.

annihilate

dontchaknow

Rapist gets his wig split

The famous footy and the backstory behind this killing. Pops got vigilante justice on this fuck.

Warning: if youre a pussy and cant handle some real shit like someone getting shot in the dome, dont watch it.

Vengeful Father Kills Child Rapist

This video does a good job of explaining what's going on, but the important part is that there's one more bullet in the head of a child rapist. I used to have the raw footage of this which was a lot more graphic, but I can't find it now. If you have it, please send it to me...

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I killed the Fuehrer!

We found the door after a concrete labyrinth that would make any man mad. Jimmy opened the door and I put one straight through his skull. The bastard’s brain splattered on the cement wall behind him. The gush of blood and skull debris exploding was sort of an exclamation point. It was over. We all sat down to smoke his tobacco and play with the dog. We burned his body, along with the rest of his Aryan cronies, outside. And that was that.

big teeth

mind dump. stuck. 

I had no idea clicking the pictures makes them larger. 

pictures customers leave behind.

No title Just something i wrote.

This time i wasn't so lucky... As I walked through the automatic sliding doors I took a quick look around the joint, no obvious threats appeared, but with this kind of crowd you never knew. It was dimmly lit with a smoky atmosphere and an old style jukebox that played ancient 45's. Records I thought must of cost him a fortune. The him I was referring to was Cussler the owner of this joint, Cussler was a beast, he looked like one of those outlaw bikers from the 1970's, the hells angels, but they havn't been around for decades eversince that damn virus. I took a seat next to this ogreish of a man that looked like he just got in a fight with a bear and won, nearly his life.
"A shot of Jack straight up" I demanded from the bar keep, she didn't seem amused, altho the bags beneath her eyes told a bleak story of what this middle aged women must go though, working a double shift then running home to take care of her two bastered sons and a long line of unfulfilling relationships, got to give her credit for still holding it together. I slam the first and quickly order a second, killing the nerves for whats got to happen. while walking in I noticed the door leading to the back, the "big man" must reside through there, going to have to make a quick entrance, there's monitors everywhere in this joint, hopefully the guy watching is high off his ass and can't see straight, high hopes but what the hell, doesn't hurt to be a little optimistic in this cold synthetic world. Finishing my second shot i order another, a double and shoot it down like one of those train robbers in the wild west, man what a life, guns, brads, booze, living for the next heist, killing for a better life. the bar keep was cleaning a glass when i asked her where the latrein was, she threw her head in the direction of a book case. They were popular a few years ago, doors masquerading as book cases. its funny because no one reads anymore, the teleview replaced that need. What was there slogan "Learn anything from the comfort of your couch, its as easy as sitting or eating!" What a dumb slogan, for a population that's de-evolving, turning into mutants of a new future. maybe thats why I don't feel so bad about taking there lives, shit half of them are high on these new super psychoactive inhalants, they lose there identity within seconds and turn into the living dead which they never recover. while draining my snake in a stall I noticed that someone had wrote "BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING" by SLOTH, seeing this i quickly am pulled back into the reality at hand, so i pull out my pre-war M1911 .45 caliber semi-automatic pistol modified with a newly acquired scope and a ten round mag carrying jacketed hollow points, not the most advanced piece of weaponry but it works. I cocked the gun, and immediately after, the ogre beast from with in the bar walks in, I froze waiting for a reaction. Most of the guys around here carry weapons so seeing mine isn't much of a shock for him. He quick draws for his piece, BANG! straight through the heart. must have been one of his goons. so much for the element of surprise, quickly I gather my thoughts, but.... MY HEAD whomp-whomp-whomp, seeing double i quickly fly into a poop stained stall, I don't know what's going on, can't find my equilibrium, i feel my body is pulsating, i can feel my blood throbbing in my veins, I feel like i'm going to explode, letting out a scream none the likes i have ever heard or preformed, i return to normal. i can't figure it out but i feel fine, fine enough to kill me some of the lowest of the lowest of scum to ever walk these filthy city streets. Feeling fucking awesome I hop up and pull my fucking gun out and get ready to kill.... I fly out the fucking bathroom and start firing out in all directions,BAMB stupid fucking bartender dead, waitress fucking dead, EVERYONE IS FUCKING DEAD! I RUN.. end up in park lit up with crap pipes lighting up the ground only to find the pain within killing me... Seeing the blood I collapse. Fuck this city, fuck this life, fuck this everything.

just some random pictures from new york. R.I.P iz the wiz.

burning nostrils

Pain!
The pain was immense. Like a knife wound. No, worse. Like a bullet lodging itself in my gut. Even worse then that because for this there was no remedy. I could not call the ambulance and get treated at the hospital. I could not get stitches to stop the bleeding. No cauterizing of this internal lesion. It just wasn't that easy. This was, was, was, is, is different. Oh, the pain! So what did I do? I dropped out. I snuck into the military base. I stole a ship. Right under their dirty pig noses. Those fucking swine! Brutes! The ship was a great spider-like silver star traveler. I flew and flew and flew until I passed out from exhaustion. When I awoke a blue pearl of a planet filled my viewing portal. Those foul beasts would be onto me soon...

.... cold drunk nights....

no matter where i go.
or what i do.
my shattered heart.
still looks to you.
the liquer makes.
you sicker and sicker.
you lose your will.
quicker and quicker.
the shit it gets.
THICKER AND THICKER.
so to bottom i go.
with my fists balled up tight.
i prefer to sleep alone.
in the gutter to night.
i want this fucking world.
out of my sight.

BRINGIN IT BACK . STUFF SMOKING.

minds playin tricks on me
cable/shark ttxbox

One Love.

It was somewhere around mid 2000 when skateboarding changed my life.

I remember the day, my Grandmother being the awesome person that she is was always down to transport me to my favorite spots when i was a young kid. She'd take me to Andrews Park in town when it was at the hight of its popularity, it was everyones spot. Remembering the people doing the shit that they were doing there blew my mind and i wanted to get that good. But the sessions at Andrews wasnt what instilled my love for skateboarding deep into my brain and into my heart. It was the first time I had gone to the Woodland skatepark that first got me stoked. If you dont remember it, it was an indoor skatepark that was nothing short of amazing, everything was perfectly set up. They even had a skate shop in there as well as a kick it room with an old television, you know, the old wooden cabinet looking ones. In this room my life changed forever. I had just got finished with my session in the park and went into the room to chill for a while. A video was on and i hadnt really been familiarized with them before because I couldnt really afford to get any. I sat down to the start of Marc Johnson, in a white suit, with a giant note pad. The video was Modus Operandi. The newest Transworld video at the time. I was captivated by this bald dude who was talking about skateboarding. It felt like he was talking to me and me alone. And when the opening notes of Built To Spill's The Plan first rang out I got goosebumps and seeing his frontside boardslide down that white rail sucked me into what became a lifelong obsession and love for me. Every time I see this video part I still get the same nostalgic feeling. It takes me back to the single greatest day of my life. The day my life changed forever. The day I fell in love with skateboarding.


Marc Johnson Modus Operandi.

Face the Overlords

This comment took the words out of my mouth, "Listening to Autechre can make you taller, but for every inch in height you gain, you also gain an extra noumenal dimension and so become first invisible, then incomprehensible to other humans."

modern life is war

George Carlin.

Please watch and listen. Thank you.

aint nothin but some shit i wrote

We lived in the house I grew up in. A three-bedroom track home that was nothing special. But now I remember my father built a wooden structure that surrounded a great marble table. There was also an overhang so on rainy days we would smoke and listen to the rain fall. My mother was something of an evil botanist. Always growing these menacing looking shrubs that would grow into thorn covered giants. All the way to the wooden rafters they did grow. The ferns were nice though; a bright shock of green hanging in clay plots, dripping moisture. Our backyard kept us sane. It was a peaceful enclave brought together by something that resembled a family. There was Charlie, George, our rottweiler and me. He was my parent’s dog for a few months but then I became his guardian. He follows me everywhere and I feel protected with him. I’ve seen him rip the throat out of two-dozen mutants and pad back to me to lick my face, saying your welcome.

acorn heads

working on the scum monster.

was hoping the nightmare video posted below was going to be of freddy licking that kid to death in the fireplace. 

Politician who got it? Not fun.

guzzle

fuck posting twice

Place A Rhythm Under That Melody

Grace Alley

Painfull Kills.

This first one comes from the 1981 slasher flick The Burning. This is considered the first real slasher movie of all time and id say from this scene it does the genre well. Also another side note is that this is Jason Alexander's and Miramax's first movie.



This one may seem a little cliche but think about how bad it would fucking hurt.


Lucio Fulci never disappoints with murder in his flicks. I have personally never seen a gunshot blast to the cheek before in a movie. The movie is called The New York Ripper.


If you're down with fucked up italian horror flicks like i am, you will certainly appreciate this scene. This is from Dario Argento's Opera. And I have to say its my favorite death scene in any movie ive ever watched. The video may be 4 minutes and some change but watch it, its fucking worth the wait.

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happy halloween

click to see the whole thing. see you in hell

harsh words

hey. 

Jereme Rogers

I really dont know what to say about this dude. This is quite possibly the worst rap song ive ever heard. Take a listen.

SF Tooth Fairy

"Elena says she was riding a Muni bus to work back on April 6 on Van Ness Avenue when a man sitting next to her fixed his gaze on her teeth, and said, "I want them." "He kept saying how my teeth were beautiful, like the moon and the stars," she recalled... The next thing Aronson recalls is being on her knees outside the bus, bleeding profusely from her torn lip -- with her two upper front teeth missing."

Click below for the full story.

TOOFFAIRY

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