new year. new attitude.batteries? shit. try methynoldioxamphetimine, but enima'd...i could run, on
goat pellets currently, and it's not a new me...we have
our difference, granted, i may not have the most prolific vocabulary, or a piece of paper stating my peer acknowledged credentials, but i know when is when, and also, i claim partial responsibility for this gibbering newbie prancing around like she knows what in the fuck is going on here, or who's who..outrageous..i was literally physically sick last night by her psycic attack on z..and, i, unlike most, am loyal and true to friends..just some times so over the top i have to come back and call it a lie, i mean prostitution, drugs, booze, promiscuity..i'm a fucking walking one act..it's killing me, but it's horribly embarrasing..i gotta get it out, man...i'm sick of hurting people, but at the same time i'm glad i'm damn skilled at it also because i am a calculating and deadly powerful opponent mostly physically, ("i want charles in charge of me", sorry t,v's on)but my mother gave me a verbal gift with a curse to accompany..it's when i don't fucking talk that people who really know me, get scarce..it's a fucking nightmare man..like dr. bruce from the hulk..i just harness every drop of inverted monumental memory pain, load it in my weapon of choice, and go to work..i don't get tired, i don't care, i don't feel...then something happens a reverse vacuum occurs like the green mile, and it's over, gone, only one thing remains.the story of how some crazy kid did the impossible..people aren't physical anymore P, times have changed, it's like highlander now..you can see a monster in the crowd every once in a while, these days, make eye contact, share a knowing smile, move on. the internet and culture and familys have changed..people don't even read books anymore. take tanya for example i wont even mention what her four whole booked collection is, because it's irrelivant. i on the other hand am the last generation of book collecting D&d nerds..i walked america fucking at least five or six times trading books out of my sea bag for replacements, and learning construction trades from older cats to survive,..books came first, clothes and hygine items next (i smelled bad alot)..times have gone completely dark age since that ala akbar thing, but it was well on it's way before that, but now, people are sneaky and not equipped to deal face to face, they'll read your mail, steal your identity, step on your chickens, burn your fucking house down, bone your bestfriend, steal you sperm, than introduce you as the love of their lives at a party, especially if your farther up the food chain, remoras in a sense, parasites..weakening the father land (just kidding, but not really) i've seen it all, but her gen. is the worst, totally illiterate, the starbucks wassup posse, white kids who think they're black, and hip, blacks that sing country(better granted) and virgin poodles who behave like whore pit bulls.. running around in a writing forum going i'm a college grad, i've studied business, look out, where'd you go to sckool? watch me write. i mean with me..i atleast put it out there with my site, my art, my life, all free to be used against me...and fuck is it ever, but what she did with z? the tone man..i could hear it through the keys...it was exactly the thing i've come to expect from these desperately seeking a bruising types... i can't believe i would come out and say it, but..shit out of all the writing forums, to pick this one, to choose that username, and remember i was the first person that got into it with her, and i could feel something wrong, sub consciously, she was on a mission, but i never imagined... what she said about me and z, made you and my tiffs seem tame and they weren't, they were ugly...so i guess i feel a bit like mary shelley on this one, and i'm sorry. but no way could i stand there idle on that one..i may have flaws, but i will die swinging at the fences like jesse james.besides, i'm bored and sick of hurting my hands dealing with those who come to fight dragons with framed business administration diplomas and google. that's just fucking where i draw a line, a bead, and i big scorching doobie..shoobie doobie doo, what were we talking about again? ah yeah..batteries, try cadmium..they last longer and are environmentally not as bad as drunk oil freighter captains..good night. sorry for the rant, my head is thoroughly throbbing now.e

Also, i'm aloud to be nice for special occasions.+