Woot.

I'm spacing out for a while.....I'll be back soon.........See ya :)

Mmmm....Bop

I want to blog but I've become so unimaginative lately, It's like some morbidly obese guy has settled in my skull cavity or whatever it's called and everytime I want to follow a cool thought this fat dude won't let me, if he moved, found a new host skull cavity, I could think, be creative. Instead all i want to do is destroy, destroy something beautiful, like Angel face.

I confuse myself despite my desire to destroy, I also long to care for something fragile like a kid or something, look after it til its strong enough to fend for itself. I want to destroy yet protect. What is wrong with me, I guess I'm just fucked up.

Dear Fat dude in my skull cavity,

Because of you I cannot think, because i cannot think i get frustrated, i express my frustration through either violence or confusing feelings of love and warmth towards humanity. This confuses me further, it's a vicious cycle.

Please die you fat fuck.

Yours

Guy who's brain you inhabit.

Ps; If you're the one responsible for those dirty dreams, I'm going to gat your fat ass.

PPS; Joking thanks I love you.

Fat White Women

Picture the scene, you're walking down some obscure poorly lit ally minding your own business, listening to some kick ass tunes on your ipod, nobodies bothering you. It's just you and that city air.

You use time like this contemplate, think, despite all the hustle of the city you're calm, and it's when you're in this state that some of your most ingenius ideas are conjured.

Then you notice something, there's some fat ass chick in front of you, sometimes with a kebab in hand sometimes not. This is the type of girl that listens and takes heed of all those police warnings on date rapes etc but doesn't really effect her.

You walk, she walks faster, occasionally looking back to check if you're staring at her. I mean what does she expect, that I ignore her. At this point I usually change direction to avoid any trouble. Stupid fat hoe.

But from what i've heard from a mate sometimes these chicks start running aswell, it happened to him.

So what's with these fat chicks thinking guys like my mate and I are going to rape them, is it our ethnicity, stupid fat racist, does she think we have no standards, why'd I want some fat hoe anyway.

Tools

God said read, and Man read. God said seek knowledge, and Man sought knowledge. Then God said that's it you're not getting any more from me. Then Man fucked up and became a tool.