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Tuesday 24 February 2009

there is a point to that blank page.

you know how people say, if you stare at something long enough, you'll see other things in it that may or may not be there?
well that is exactly what this pointless piece of entertainment is about.
imagination.
the decline and fall of it.
the child inside that dies with each americanized super-sized circumsized bullshit day.
this about life and death.
this is about everything in your life that means a thing.

as a baby, i lived in a small poverty ridden city.
it was a pretty low place, rape, murder, drugs.
you know, the same crybaby oh lord give me sympathy story.
my family loved me, and I loved them, still do and vice versa.
I mean, what could come of this?
living in this place, with its broken streets and narcotic fiending youth.
not much for anyone with no imagination,
and as far as I can see, there arent many people with those anymore.

I was raised there, went to a private school.
sheltered from a lot, not the right things, but I guess I turned out well enough anyway.
I would watch horror movies and cartoons all the time.
it's slightly humorous to think about,
start off with bugs,
end with bela
a little rod serling
and top it off with some GI Joes.

I moved to a smaller town, a few hours away.
an old ghost town in my opinion.
I mean, sure, there were the generic buttfuck nowhere hicks
who didnt know queer from queen.
but are those things even the same species as you and I?
not me at least, never know who could be reading this shit.

I spent my teenage years as most boys do
start off with jacking off from 13-14
find a girl
fuck
fall in "luv"
break up
find another girls
spin the wheel over and over
eventually you find the right one, right?
ha, no
that isnt how it worked for me.

well, in a way it did,
for a little while
you see, I met this pretty little thing
brown hair, blue eyes, tan
amazing body
I mean goddamn
but anyway
we were together for a few months
got married
about nine months into it
she fucks this little cunt
and I blow his head off

think I overreacted?
no, not at all
come one, the fucker gets what he deserves
alright, maybe I should have said
"hey there sir, see ya got your dick in my wife, why ya doin that?"
fuck you
dont tell me how to sort out my shit
you tend to your nine to five dickshit life, alright pal?

so I have to move obviously
to some other remote bumfuck nowhereville place
I cant exactly be in the city
I mean, I got rid of the bodies
yea, bodies
I sliced that bitch real nice and tidy like
no blood anywhere on the carpet
disposal was easy
bleach, grinder, saws, etc
whatever your little mind can dream up.
fed their leftovers to the goats in the pasture where my
douchebag old lady neighbor lives
apparently the bitch doesnt feed them, didnt leave a speck.

anyway, this story starts after I moved to the second shitty place.

I drove all night.
tired as hell once i got there.
I had just enough money to get a cheap hotel.
the walls were cracked and stained
probably from some old skank fucking some rich business man
or some overrighteous preacher wanking it to payperview pornos.

I fell asleep and woke up a little later than I wanted to.
I drove into the town, if it even fits with that name.
it was a few little houses, some businesses,
and thats about it.

I went into a store and bought a candy bar.
theres goes my money.
lucky for me, there was a pawn shop.
I pawned all my shit
and made a few hundred dollars.
I probably filled that store.