Sunday, October 25, 2009

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folks! its time for a good old fashioned pissed off rant.

i know this is a tired subject and everyones had there way with this thing but.... balloon boy.... hes going down.... actually, not balloon boy, but balloon boys dad. what kind of money grubbing self centered bastard makes the whole damned us think that his kids in danger? i mean really? is it that hard to kinda see where things might not work out for the best? um lets see here: balloon, tv stars, wife swap (more like wife slap if you ask me) helium, and the media. 

soundsl ike a good ol fashioned hoedown to me! lets just let cps decide how best to handle the mishandling of the whole fiasco? in my opinion, the dad should be.... ah hell, that not what im mad at... not by al ong shot. you want to know what really ticks me the fuck off?beaty pageants. more like self confidence issues on the part of these parents. for the longesttime now, ive had to worry about the mental state of the parents of these poor children. who better then to create the next generation of self depreciating bitches who reject nice guys then the parents, who by the way, lack any kinda of moral compass. i mena, just look at the damage that has been done to miss california and her special term "backwards marriage" wow.... yeah my thoughts exactly.

the media now a days loves a good celebrity beat down, especially when its between a pissy fat reality starlet from atlanta, and some douche apologize on tv to his daughter. the thing about this explosive disaster area, is the very fucking simple fact, that you do NOT call a skinny black ghetto woman with her own realty show, especially if shes from atlanta, fat. now, if you do happen to do it, make sure that you have plenty of people watching with camcorders so that way, when her jerry curled nappy do catches fire from the amount of heat your gonna be taking, to point and LAUGH.

now its been some time since... hold on, let me check the current omg section on yahoo... i know theres gotta be something.... john... and bitch... i mean kate. to me, the new version of a family realty show, has to be the one with the bulldog like dad and the mom who, by some miracle of existence, still has a vagina that the whole oakland raiders can go into or come out of. it all depends on how fast they go. i can just imagine it now, kate, far flung divorcee.... oh yes... that fucking youtube divorcee... who by some blatant irritant to the american public decides to rant and rave about "WHOA IS FUCKING ME! MY EX TRIED TO OVER TURN THE PRENUPTUAL AGREEMENT! AND FAILED! I FEEL BETRAYED... heres an idea, im going to go rant on youtube about it!"

the youtube divorcee, nay, anyone in particular who has the gal bladder and stomach, to whine and bitch on youtube about how their lives are soooooo much more painful because their british, and its not proper, and "oh ive got to go drink some piss blood poor tea!" well, excuse the fuck out of me your royal tamponess. since when did it become al ogical step to berate someone behind their back and then claim unfair play when he tried to turn over the prenup? hes not your husband anymore, hes his own man, if he wants to overturn the prenup with out having your ugly wrinkled ass bitch at him, then thats his business.

latley i havent been doing many youtube videos, though id absolutley love to go on a video spreee blasting the crap out of the fat guy who gets pissed easily because his chicken wasnt served to him  AT A FUCKING WALMART! fucking assmuncher! thats a brilliant plan master cheif!

so for those of you who want to scar your children for the rest of their natural lives, just do the following: force them into situations where fat people are always complaining about why their lives suck, and more to the point, WHERE THE FUCK THEIR HAPPY MEALS ARE!?there arent very many oppertunities to get something golden on film... you know, like family moments, summer vacations, trips to grandmas, setting yourself on fire because the devil told you to do so? so why not take yourselves of the inelligent list at club life, and check yourself into the fucking insane asylum because apparently, thats where hollywood is heading.

im not one to complain (oh yes the fuck i am) about problems that arent my own, but since when did getting a happy meal, or even more to the annerexic point, getting something that tasted good ever become a crime? im a thin guy, and when i want to munch down on some good ol fashioned ground up cow between two paltry servings of wet fried wheat... i have to check the serving size on the menu because i would want to upset the FTA or the food tyrants of america, to think i was being unpatriotic. in fact, i think ill commit some FTA treason and wolf down a whole fucking box of cheetos because i fucking deserve that shit, and THIS IS FUCKING AMERICA DAMMIT!

so what have we possibly learned from all this:

1. beauty pageants are for the sad depressed parents who couldnt find a way to fullfill their dreams, so they took their mountain sized hairdos and the four year olds, and became tyrants of the stage. "remember, smile!"

2. JOHN AND KATES UGLY DIVORCE, IS NOT AS UGLY AS THE SKINNY UGLY AND FAT RETARDS IN "really disturbed housewives of atlanta" cause we all know that when it comes to top notch class, atlanta black women have got just enough to call the bumps on their chests breasts. lets just call them implants. their all flat chested she bitches from hell anyways. i mena, come on! look at the size of those fucking fake bright pink finger nails lashonda, tawniqua, and rashell have on!!!

3. the balloon boys parents are fucking brain damaged storm chasers whove had their heads stuck in the land of oz for far too long to realize that maybe having their kids near somethign that would in fact cause a stir, and have media draw their gaze towards the attention starved step children of a second rate reality show... justm ight not be the greatest thing ever.

4. kanye west is the king of douches, and brian "swine flu" q, is the shemale attention stealers bitch. nuff said.

5. angry fat people in a walmart mcdonalds are fucking funny when they done get their chicken strips.

6. the FDA are kinda like ralph lauren when it comes to food. everythings ok until someone gains a pound. and then their fired.

so until the next time i feel the simple need to spill my guts and annoy the crap out of several people, i bid you all adue, and highly encourage those that enjoyedm y rant to spread the link to this page aroudn. also, subscibing to my blog is a good thing as well.

 

PEACE!

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COMPLETELY BORED

BLAH!

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singolarita dimensionale, part 7.7

"welcome to the plane of reality where the battle between the door of existence, and the chasm of non existence will take place creature." barney fife said as they entered a place where the ground was flat and smooth, and the sky was pitch black. "is this place a planet of some sort?" the creature simply asked, his mind still getting used to all of the feelings nad sounds his body was making. "no... this is a plane, a plane! at any rate, on the exact oppisite sides of this plain are the door of existence, and the chasm of non existence. anything that IS exists, and anything that ISNT is non existent." barney yawned, he was anxious to get to morgan before his worst fears came true. 

the creature started thinking about it for a second before realizing that most awful of truths. "so that means... everyone that alpha and omega has nothinged... is on the side of non existence! but wait a second... if something goes from existence to non existence then wouldnt that mean that thing doesnt exist any more?" the creature questioned with out really thinking things through. barney fife stood there quietly, lettign the creature talk his way through it, not really knowing the answer to anything at this point.

"i mean think about it, if something where to stop existing, and then dissappear completely, then they wouldnt have a single atom left over. not one... so how can we fight an enemy we cant see, hear or feel coming towards us?" barney fife smirked. "thats just it creature, we cant see, or hear, or fel them. we dont know which way theyll be coming, or how many of them there will be... all we known for sure is that if the non existent win... then there wont be anything left to celebrate." the two stared at the white plain for the longest time, wondering if theo ther would try to come up with a theory or at least how to combat an unknown enemy.

"well, youre right about one thing barney... we have to get to morgan before its too late. i know a shortcut." the creature shouted as he barreled into the door of existence while barney fife raised a hand in warning. but it was too late, the door had swallowed him whole, leaving barney fife on his own, with a terrifying knot of doubt rippling through out his body. he stared at the other end of theb attle field for the longest time, hearing the rumblings of an ever growing chasm of anti existence, watching as an unseen light bathed upon him. "you wont win... i wont let you." barney said as he prepared to fight.

the creature was shot out at a random location in space and time, and beheld what would become if the war with non existence was lost. he was floating in space, no it couldnt even be called that. it looked as if there was nothing. absolute nothingness. it looked as if colossal claws had shredded existence as f it were a painting, and revealed what truly laid behind the very veil of reality. shimmering, gleaming, twisted anti existence had pushed its way through. the creature couldnt even be sure that it could be even called an it, or even a what for that matter. it had no soul, no heart, no exact form that he could even describe.

"I AM THE VOICE OF THE ANTI EXISTENCE!" a voice erupted inside the creatures being, it was as if the voice were a prerecorded tape, playing over and over in his brain like a emeory of something being said, just barely on the cusp of his memory. "HEED MY WORD, CREATURE THAT EXISTS! THIS IS YOUR FUTURE! THIS IS YOUR WORK! YOUR VERY BEING HERE HAS BECOME THIS TIME! YOUR VERY EXISTENCE, IS THAT OF NON EXISTENCE! YOUR MASTER SHALL DIE BY YOUR HANDS! YOUR CREATOR WILL FAIL AND ALL WILL FALL TO THE CLAWS OF THE ANTI!" the creature felt something, or had felt like at one point he felt something pulling him back through the tattered remains of the door of existence. his mind filled with doubt, his heart shaken by the words he didnt remember remembering, his thoughts only of the image he saw or remembered seeing.

the unseen force pulling him back, and whipped him into the randomness against his will, his being, and his very core, into an unknown destination, time, and place, all the while the creatures thoughts on finding morgan before it was to late. the chaos around him swirled like some sort of twisted painting, until finally it settled. he looked around, still disoriented by the trip, by the memeries and find himself staring at the back of morgans head. "caasi, would you do the honors?" the human said with a smile. 

the creature looked at what lay in front of him, and found that the four of them had been surrounded on all side by what looked like purple crabs with poodle missile launchers with top hats and monocles. "pi pip cheerio!" a purple crab said behind them. before it had a chance to act it was peirced through the middle by a giant katana. "SCATTER STAB!" he heard caasis voice say. 

morgan turned around and saw that the creature had returned to him, but something was wrong, something was very, very wrong.

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Saturday, October 24, 2009

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i think this is the first time ive ever been THIS wasted. period. enjoy the fucked up noise.

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how kanye west should die

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IM FUCKING DRUNK!

hear ye, hear ye, hear ye! im about to write another drunk blog, the greatsand thelsmalls, the rights nad the wrongs... fuck all... i need something a bit more... powerful. god damned that some nasty stuff. ok, lets begin with my current favorite subject, brian. god loves that little fucking  goat fucker. you want to know why? because he fucks goats... and hes usually the one on the bottom. 

in fact, i came up with al ittle rhyme for him to help him spread the word that brian quinones has swine flu, and hell deny it up and down... but its true, he does have it..

brian q has swine flu
hell deny till his face is blue
avoid him at all costs
or else your health will be lost

see? that wasnt so bad? but the truth of the matter, is that swine flu is nothing to joke about. not one ounce, so thats why in accordance to my fucking decree, brian must be drawn, quartered, nickled and dimed, and then injected with the vaccine, because his only real hope of actually pulling off a successful marriage. 

speaking of the idea of him getting married, to me,  thats like putting perfume on a peice of douchey shit. hes still that, whatever i just wrote. wow, that was a nice condensed peice of hate that everyone will enjoy... ive got some other words as well...

folks, it has been a way overdue time since ive actually ranted and raved about someone. so, ill attack the shemale known as hauptman111, because we all know that his clown shoe fetish is just  public, and its in the loop, and EVERYONE IS TALKING ABOUT IT! why? well, lets start off iwth the simple reason that this "hauptan111" is really none other then uswins little bro, maybe... maybe not... the angry email ill get and post here will prove that fact that the two are connected. because as soon as thel ittle dude stopped posting crap about me, hauptman111 did the exact same thing. this is kinda like that scene in close encounters with the htird kind, where the dudes plaing the organ and so is the giant fucking ufo.

the fact of the matter is this folks: giant fucking ufos are somewhat intrusive in the act of sex. im not sure why, or how they would even fit into a vagina... though the vagina are very flexible. after all, brian was born, and he has a big assed ballon like head.

speaking of which, the balloon boy is a little emo bastard... or is that his attention starved father, who by all means may join brian on the bench of douche bags. the simple and elegant truth of the matter is this folks :kanye west is a fucking douchebag king fucker of them all. the one thing you aren ever supposed to do, is rape and piss on someones moment of fun like he did with taylor swift.

i hope that fucker burns in hell after hes ACTUALLY died. and the amazing fact of this whole thing is that its all related! douches wild!

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Brian q has swine flu.

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Friday, October 23, 2009

Brian q has swine flu.

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as bored as i am right now...

i think ive completely forgotten whatever the hell people are complaining about. i never mentioned anyones brother but i meant what i said, that i think freds friggin awesome in his philisopical views. however let me clarify something. if he contacts me with death threats i will sick the police on him for doing so. in other words, if he comes after me with ill will in his words there will be consequences. i never said anything about sicking the police on him if he said hi. 

 

SO CALM THE FUCK DOWN! thanks a bunch, enjoy your life, and stop bugging me i guess.

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Thursday, October 22, 2009

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singolarita dimensionale, part 7.6

the creature waited for the force of the explosions to hit him, but he found himself perfectly fine, time seemed to have stopped, at least, slowed to a halt. he could see barney fife walking towards him with a mencaing look on his face. my friend..." he began, heavily breathing, sumbling across as if some great realization had just crossed his mind. "i do hope youll forgive the theatrics, but i had to make the girlscouts of america believe i was on their side. in truth..." he leaned closer to the beasts massive head, the gleaming silver of the creatures teeth reflecting the bright orange skyline above them. 

"you have a much greater purpose." barney fife said as he simply walked by. "this place, this dimension were in, is one of three in a greater war." the creature struggled to move but his joints were fused together. "it isnt a war of good and evil, although it could be said that it is a WAR none the less. no, no, no... this war, is far more important then the impolite bickering between two sode of the same coin." the creatures eyes followed barney fifes movements, not daring to look away from the molasses like momentum of the explosions or the frozen demonic faces of the girlscouts, still chanting their selfish motto. 

"you see, dearest creature. we are at war with non existence." the human coughed a couple of times, looked up at the ragged remains of the girl scout, and then walked over and tapped the corpse on the head three times. the creature couldnt speak at all. "anti existence, if it wins, will do nothing. what i mean to say is... if non existence wins. there will be nothing, it will all end, time will come to a screeching halt, and then everything will dissapear in the blink of an eye." this concerned the creature a litttle as he watched the ragged corpse stand up only to have its leg bones puncture through the skin.

"you see creature, morgan is a very special person, with a unique set of allies that reside within his very being. these two beings are skeletal angels, but unlike the more usefull ones, they to do nothing to their victims, simply put, they just make them into nothing." barney fife jammed his hand through the ribcage of the corpse and ripped out her heart. the creature looked in horror at what barney fife had done. 

"would you relax! this... thing... is just a mailbox. it has no emotions, no soul, no pulse, and much like you, she is purely mechanical with just a spark of electricty running through her circiuts, keeping her moving. oh yes... i completely forgot." barney threw the heart into the creature open mouth, pressed in one of his knuckles, and then snapped his fingers. the creature tried moving again and found that he could do better then move. 

his chest took in air, and he ofund it cold. he touched the dirt on the gorund and found that it was smooth, and siffed the air and found it sweet. "just... what have you done to me?" he said, still concerned for this drastic change in his structure. "we dont have any time to talk about that right now, we MUST find morgan before he reaches the nightmare dimension!" barney fife said with an intense look in his eyes. "if morgan reaches the nightmare dimension, before we are able to get ot him, then the war between existence and non existence will become visible to all three dimensions!"

the creature understood perfectly for a small fraction of a second before becoming totally aware of himself. "THE FUCK ARE YOU SAYING!? you mean to tell me that morgan has been tramping around with the keys to making everything nothing!?" barney nodded harshley. "are there any more pointless question you want to ask me before everything nothings?"  the creature looked around himself. the girlscouts were still frozen in place, the faces contorted with rage and fury that he wouldnt buy their cookie. 

"i have one more question for you." barney fife looked the beast square in the eyes, and for a single fraction of a second, the creature wet himself, just al ittle bit. "can we finish off troop eight seventy five?" barney fife smiled and started to fade away while snapping his fingers. "as you wish, me and the mailbox will be watching from the side lines for your victory. but after five minutes we disapear and you fight everything alone, understand?" the creature nodded greedily as he readied himself for his favorite attack.

"do it. buco nero infinito." barney fife snapped his fingers and time resumed as the creature unleashed his personal favortie attack. a microscopic red dwarf died, then an intense gravity well formed. "all done, this should take care of all those cookies... and that fucking explosion. lets go."

the two leftas the fire, force, and the girlscouts and the soccer moms were all painfully sucked into the blackhole that led to an infinite path of increasingly tinier blackholes. 

in the singolarita dimensionale, doow and brian were chatting with the underside versions of themselves, each saying the same thing, in different ways, and none of them smart enough to figure it out. "what im saying is that weve been circling the same topic." "we keep saying the same stuff." doow and brian said collectively before a crystal shard appeared in the center of the plain, equal on both sides. "the war has begun between the door of existence, and chasm of non existence. we, the elders of time and space, require a hero that will step up to take the netire burden of winning this war, by himself. do you know any of that character?" adry and crackling voice said slowly. 

doow thought for a second before taking notice of the chewed up lifesaver whimpering in the corner. "i think i might have hust the guy youre looking for." brian floated along side doow and said nothing. the q species didnt have any mouth to speak of, but he did have his thoughts. 'the one youre looking for has over powered the mecha fonze. you must follow the trail of the creature if you wish to find him.' the crystal shard said nothing in return, and the two of them waited for a response before going back to their pointles conversation.

morgan and caasi had traversed the deserts of the mindless, the sea of dimensions, and battled their way across many fights and wars. morgan barely remembered the normalcy of the waking dimension, nor could he fathom why he wished to do so. nordefet had taken up residence inside morgans mind as well but lent his physical form over to morgan as armor plating. caasi had become friends with treebeard after saving his life from a much bigger threat then he was. they had come to the nexus of existence, and there morgan beheld a sign.

"beware dreamer, for the place you now ponder entering, is the very place that shall become your tomb. enter if only your wish to see the great wonders in all of existence, throw away your life, and forget about eating for a whole week because we never have any left overs!" morgan was pissed off about the left overs, but he truly wanted to get back to resaec.

reseac returned through his fireplace into the classroom where kim and sarah were silently reading the books he had given them. it had been four weeks since she had come to this class,and sarah had yet to learn a single thing about the course she thought this was. she began shifting in her seat and glared at the clock. 'this is pointless,' she thought to herself. 'i have to be at work by six thirty, and this class doesnt end till five twenty nine!' she looked over at kim with a slight bit of interest. "so... ive been meaning to ask you kim... but how have you been since the whole dream thing?"

kim shifted in her seat, her blue eyes sifting through the pages like nothing was happening. "ive been... through a lot since that time sarah, it really hasnt been a fruitfull experience for me at all, but my minds opened up to a few possibilities, that maybe there are some interesting aspects to life that weve never thought about before. why do you ask?"

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HAHAHAHAHAHA!

ok im bored:

 

lol, nothing really makes my day then making fun of people who make fun of me making fun of people making fun those first people who are making fun of me. i have no idea where that came from... i blame the 100% wheat bagel im munching on while writing this.

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if you like persistent people, barney fife, and poking fun at disney, then youll love this entry into the series!

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singolarita dimensionale, part 7.5

as barney fife snored, the girl scouts of america slammed into the creature with a force only the crackheads of new york would be able to comprehend. "hey, geto ff me... that TICKLES!" the creature said calmly as the little scouts hits felt like more of a message then anything else. "hey! this aint so bad,  a little to the left!" the creature said happily, but then realized that they werent giving him a messagel ike he thought. he looked all over his body to find that they had placed exploding snickerdoodles all over his body. and they would not come off.

"BUY OUR COOKIES OR WE WONT BE LOVED!"  shouted one girlscout, "I WANT DADDY ALL FOR MYSELF!" said another particularly ragged looking girl who had tattered her uniform and had also accidenlty placed a number of exploding cookies on her face out of habit. "um... shit." was all the creature could say before the miniture explosions sent him flying into the air, slamming him through many scenes of extreme gore and sickness that he could only attribute to the disney channel. "NO! NOT HANNAH MONTANNA! ANYTHING BUT HANNAH MONTANA!" he shouted in fear as a teeny bopper country singer started singing about family values, corperate sales, and forced virginity. 

the explosions rocketed him still further into the sky which had gradually been darkening for an unknown reason. "BUY OUR COOKIES OR DADDY WONT GIVE ME A PONY!" said the same ragged looking girl, who just by coincidence had been launched by the rest of her troop. "SON OF A BITCH YOU PEOPLE JUST DO NOT GIVE UP DO YOU!?" the creature screamed in fear as the cookies explosions slammed them head first into each other. "WHY WONT YOU BUY MY COOKIES!?" she screamed in frustration. "BECAUSE I DONT LIKE YOU ANYMORE!" the creature roared back, equally as frustrated by this turn of events.

"yep, he should be landing here any time now." barney fife said in an unflinching tone of voice. the small town sheriff took two or three steps to the left and yawned as the creature and the girlscout slammed into the ground, sending huge chunks of earth into the sky where they just kind of floated there. "WHY!? WHY WONT YOU BUY MY COOKIES!? DONT YOU THINK IM PRETTY!?" the psychotic girlscout asked in a furious andeven more forceful tone then the creature had ever known. "YEAH! YOUR PRETTY SOMETHING ALRIGHT! HAVE A TASTE OF YOUR OWN COOKIES YOU PSYCHOTIC BITCH!" the creature shouted as his hand shoto ut, grabbed a large amount of cookies, and shoved them down her throat.

he then proceeded to run like hell for fear of being sent into the same area as sky as the girl scouts of america swarmed over him, awaiting barney fifes orders. "girls, i want you... to give him the special treatment. you know the one." he yawned again and stood still as the ragged girlscout exploded into a fiery inferno as she did some serious soul searching in the last two seconds of whatever kind of life she had. "damn it... now i gotta sew her back up... again." the sheriff growled. "she gets dumber every time. oh well." 

the creature was now covered in rainbow, butterfly, heart, pony, and princess barbie stickers. he was at his wits end, he was covered in girly stickers, and he didnt want to displease resaec. something had to be done about this. he stopped for a second to consider going into retail, but didnt have much choice in the matter because another hundred explosions sent him flying back to hannah montana where she clobbered him with her disney contract, and then read him the clause about giving them her first born son. "THIS IS TOO FUCKING CRU-" and then kanye showed up. "ID LIKE TO TAKE THIS MOMENT TO SAY THAT IM THE BEST THATS EVER BEEN, AND TAYLORS JUST A LITTLE BITCH WHITE GIRL WHO CANT SING! THIS AWARD SHOULD GO TO BRITTANY!" the creature was even more confused.

"WHERE THE HELL AM I!?" and then barney fife showed up again. with the biggest stockpile of c4 and hand grenades ever. "you know what this is?" he asked casually as if showing a kid a peice of candy. "this is a pile of boom." the creatures eyes started to water up from the sheer level of dissapointment he had in himself. "boom?" he asked in a squeaky fearful voice. barney nodded happily. "boom." he said definitively. 

the swarm of girlscouts buzzed around the creaure with deadly fire in their eyes. they chanted their demented motto over and over again. "BUY OUR COOKIES OR MOMMY WONT GIVE US HUGS!" the creature had a sudden thought in his head about buying some of the fucking cookies so they would just leave him alone. but that thought was quickly dismissed as time seemed to slow down and he saw the stockpile slowly explode into a flurry of fire and shrapnel. his body paralyzed by the sudden realization that he would be buying girlscout cookies the rest of his natural life after this. 

he watched in terror as barney fife, the lord of where ever the fuck he was, mouthed the words "buy their boom." and faded into the oncoming explosion as five hundred shockwaves slammed through his body, fusing the joints in place so he couldnt avoid the homing shrapnel.

"oh you have GOT to be fucking kidding m-"

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Wednesday, October 21, 2009

in this land of dreams

in this land of dreams
i stand alone on one island made two
one side red
the other side blue
in the middle is a dark grey area
of little value
no cause for hysteria
alone i stand deciding where i should side
in the red is my anger
in the blue is where i cry
in the grey is the numbness i feel all around
no cause for hysteria
not one sound

in this land of dreams
i am forced to stay
a lost cause of the red or blue
is a lost cause for the grey
of where i should stand i do not know
in this land of dreams
only false winds blow
this dangerous thought of taking taking that one step
to the left i rage
to the right i cry
to the left is the red
to the right is the blue
in the middle is me

but i do not see you
in this land of dreams
i am forced to stay
completely nuetral
while all things fade and go away
there is no hope
there is no faith
in this land of dreams
only the false words have play...

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sogno della dinistia: singolarita dimensionale, part 1

as the god of terror resaec flew calmly down the hole of the screaming shadows, one thought and only one thought came to mind. 'i must be rid of these two... everytime i am close to acheiving my ultimate goals, they appear and all has gone to waste. more importantly, this rainbow colored clown wige does nothing to improve my fear inducing levels... i must be rid of this contraption once and for all!' he rocketed towards an unknown destination as his thoughts become clouded with thoughts of vengeance and better fear inducing clothing.

caasi gavin fell a little more ungracefully then she had expected, but was releived as morgan caught her hand the the walls of the portal reached inwards and swiped at her ankles, missing them by only a few inches. "ive got ya!" morgan said as a shadowy fist passed through his head, messing up his hair slightly. his mind still torn over the loss of his friends, and his mind dead set on destroying the overlord of the nightmare dimension that had set this whole sceme up. "i dont know what hes after, but were going to put a stop to it, once and for all!" caasi looked back up at her husband with a little hint of nervousness in her eyes. resaec had done something to her mind, something that couldnt be undone.

as they flew through the twisting and constantly forking portal of screaming shadows, morgan was consistently annoyed at some of the lame insults the shadows threw at him. "YOUR FACE IS UGLY LIKE THE BACK OF MY MOUTH!" "wha?" morgan asked confused at the whole thing. "I KNOW YOU ARE BUT WHY AM I!?" again, morgan could only looked confused as he saw the familiar shape of a monkey furiously typing an angry letter to his local congressman about the rapid decline in banana imports. "and furthermore, i hate you because you hate bananas! signed, earl t. monkey." morgan was even more frightened by the sound of a green blobish thing jollying its way towards them.

"I WANT PUDDING!" even caasi had to question the sanity of the shadows who were supposedly trying to scream. "where are we going?" she asked, ignoring all the lame insults being thrown their way. "i dunno, but i can feel a strong pull towards the center of this portaled place. how are you holding up?" morgan asked his wife, never letting go of her hands. then he suddenly got a bright idea and slung her up on his back and slamming his face into the wall of the lame shadows. 

"YOU-""ARE-""A-""UGLY-""NEWCASTLE BEER!" morgan couldnt take the rampant idiocy in the tunnel and increased his speed drasticly to get to the center of it all. "oh my crapping angry concerned typing monkeys..." morgan said as the end of the tunnel opened up to an empty space four hundred times the size of the sun.  in the center was resaec, the god of terror, the overlord of the nightmare dimension, the terrofying wearer of the rainbow clown wig. "i see that you have passed through the portal of the screaming shadows alive... but not unscathed." morgan was more angry then annoyed at this point. "WHY THE HELL DID YOU DESIGN IT WITH LAME INSULTS!?" morgan wanted to know that single fact right off the bat before he pummeled resaec within inches of his life yet again.

"that is not important, lost wolf. what is important is what i am about to do to you and your... wife. you see, this place is the singolarita dimensionale, the place where all three dimensions intersect with one another. and at the very dead center of this wholesome little place where all the sleeping creatures of the multiverse pass through to get to their own dreams, nightmares, or comas... its unfortunate, but it happens..." "GET TO THE POINT!" caasi screamed with little patience for her former masters long winded speeches. "very well. this place, is in essence, a blackhole for the imagination with three very different white hole destinations. but you must first live with the enemies you have defeated on the battlefield in a world divided by three."

resaec disapeared into the center of the blackwhole laughing the entire way. "this isnt goo-" morgan said, but was interrupted by and instantly intense pull of gravity. "HOLD ON AS TIGHT AS YOU CAN CAASI!" he screamed as he saw areas of the dream dimension made of gold and silver and diamonds that were being eaten by the truck loads, lands where fire hydrants and scratching posts battled litterboxes and chewtoys. places where barney the purple dinosaur ruled with an iron bloody fist as children were forced to sing lousy songs about the power of fisting basketballs.

scenes of degradation and decadance that were too horrid or strange to be described, flew past at an irrational pace until there was a giant sucking sound as everything disapeared. no light, no sound, no up or down, absolute nothingness. morgan felt caasis heartbeat against his back. he felt her breath on the back of his neck, but couldnt hear a single word she was saying. 

and then they both fell towards a brightly burning, brightly colorful, and powerfully sweet smelling plane only forty acres across. a house ripped up from the ground as they got closer and closer to it. the house then jutted outwards and upwards three hallways that exploded into three different and oddly shaped houses. the first was nothing more then a complex and confusing array of staircases and rooms that defied all reason or logic. the second house was nothing more then a mindbending optic illusion that disoriented the senses and even more so the sense of dirention. the third house was the most curious of all three.

it had a cartoonish look to it, brightly colored, akwardly designed, and strangely constructed out of springs, gears, bars, and food.  "YES! FOOD! IM SO FRIGGIN HUNGRY!" morgan screamed in joy, some how, caasi knew that was going to be his first reaction. 

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THANK YOU KANYE DOUCHEWALKER... for fucking up twitter.

ok folks, im in a bit of a mood. you want to know why? because kanye has decided yet again to display his douchiness to us all by fucking up twiter. ever since he posted the video "we were once a fairytale" in which he dances, screws, barfs rose peddles, stabs himself, and al ittle emo rat (which he should really consider killing himself for doing this to all us twitter addicts... DONT JUDGE ME!) kills itself. now im no psychologist, and there have been plenty of people to try to pinpoint where exactly my mental state is actually in, but it would seem that our little attention whore rapper bitch, that is his new official name folks, wear it thin, WEAR IT THE MOTHERFUCKING THIN, is wanting even more attention. this isnt really something that should surprise any of us... because he was on either oprah or dr. "random analogy" phil complaining that he had made a mistake with swift.

REALLY!? WE COULDNT FIGURE THAT OUT IN THE FIRST PLACE! THANK YOU FOR POINTING THAT OUT!

but isnt the point of getting AWAY fro mthe spotlight to actually stay away from attention? and instead we get a little 11m inute emo video about random things happening to a star. yeah, weve all woken up with our hands tied stuffed inside some milfs vagina while a goat nibbles our short hairs and jimmy buffet plays in the background... but thatsn ot happened to me.... honestly. ok i lied... IT WAS VEGAS BABY!

but the truth of the matter is this... we hate kanye, kanye likes attention, kanye PURPOSEFULLY put the video up, then a day later, took it down and twitted that he killed himself. as if this doesnt draw attention enough, his girlfriend gets in on the act. FURTHERING THE ATTENTION. and the brilliance is this folks, kanye posts that he "taking a break from the spotlight to reflect" but for all we know he could be plotting yet ANOTHER publicity stunt for his upcoming album "OMG I SCREWED TAYLOR SWIFTY" yeah.... that feels about right.

if your tired of this douche like i am, then boycott his music. he doesnt deserve any more sales, he should be raped in the only truest meaning for any recording artist. his music should be pirated, illegally copied, and then layed out to bad dragonball z amvs... just like poor linken park... those unssuspecting bastards. 

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Brian theymcasmanwhore

Its funny because its true. He really did "take in a lot of costumers".

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Wednesday, October 14, 2009

MY APOLOGY TO USWIN WOOD, SO SUCK IT STUPID RABBIT MAN!

 uswin wood, i, morgan james gavin, do declare thati have been acting both uncouth, and not very smart in regaurds to you. i here by apologize for all theoretically impossible accusations that i have made against your person. i have a little respect for you, anf for that im giving you this apology, not because i wanted to, but because web stalkers all over the world are giving me shit about it. this is precisely as sincere as i can get with you since the stupid rabbit man, george grant/hauptman111/whoever the hell else, has decided to chronicle my blogs in an attemtp to better understand my mind... which by all accounts is a little hard to do, even by my standards. 

so to end this debacle of a situation, im apologizing, plain and simple. get ready because here it comes, and you dont want to blink.

im sorry.

there. see, that wasnt as hard i thought it was going to be. i would apologize in person, but the only possible place could meet you, i have been banned from by robert... who i do not apologize to. ever again. but thats besides the point, uswin wood, im focusing on you here. because of what i have seen and remembered of you, you are both humble and, dare i say it for fear of armegeddon, kind. no, let me take that back, because i have to just get this out of my system while at the same time, trying not to get vulgar. you are kind and humble, when not making fun of people, recounting tales of your own stupidity, or just plain making an ass out of yourself. your intelligent as well, it takes a real man to go out into the wilderness and get to shooting other men with pain pellets. so in that regaurd you are humble and kind.

but i digress from the simple fact that this apology, because it is just that, an apology to satisfy those that think they are above my in some way or another, when we are all on equal ground, despite interior thinking. i apologize for calling you out as a trekkie spanker. which is all i did in realty. i apologize that you let your fear of what others would think of you get in the way of yo urealizing that this is the exact same prank that brian and darryl pulledo n me, because they thought it would be funny. now you understand the anger and substantial fear that i went through myself.  i also apologize that despite what you may or may not think of me, that you all fell into place just as i predicted, and reacted just the way i planned for you to react.

i apologize that the one whose greatest weakness is his greatest strength did not even think of the possibility that maybe there was more to this thought originally thought. because there was, it was all a social experiment, a carefully planned out one that all who were supposed to do their parts, did them perfectly well and without knowing. there was no harm intended, and trust me, it took a lot of restrain to blurt it out in front of your faces like i wanted to. i apologize that your feeling were hurt, i apologize that you had to whine at me through other people instead of confronting me like a real man about the whole thing. i apologize that i found out the sort of person you are, rather then dealing with the situation your self, you have other people do the work for you with out ever having to get your hands dirty.

lifes a bitch, people do stupid things, for even stupider reasons, and like a single pebble in a pond, everything rippled, raged, and ranted about what a horrible person i am with out considering that maybe it was all one big plan. i apologize uswin, to the smartest man who ocldve figured it all out, i apologize deeply and with a great sense of pride that i pulled the greatest experiment ever and the data i gathered was absolutley critical to what im about to do next.

i apologize to the people who thought that you were a pedophile, who now have seeds of doubt about both your character and mine, who are both furious and laughing. i apologize because i want to apologize, and not because others want me to. ill let you in on something that im particularly good at doing. i know how to bait something just right, to hook you on a single though and have it drag your around till you get ready to do something about it. im prefectly capable of creating drama when there should be none.

the reason you need me to apologize to to feel good about yourself. congratualtions, uswin, you got what all the sock puppets wanted. 

im sorry. im so desperately sorry. im incredibly sorry that it tickles me red in the face that people whom you have direct influence over have done the same thing to me as i have to them, and they think its alright to blame me for their misfortune. i hate the fact that everything worked out to plan, something i started, i finished. amazing aint it doc?

so to you, and you alone, i apologize for all the ways your feelings have been hurt. but, i dont apologize for one thing alone. that you were unable to leave this alone, that you were unable to tell brian to take down the picture of me, that you alone couldve realized that it was a direct mirror of what they did to me. and now you understand the dangers of pranking me.

ill apologize for one more thing, because im in a giving mood. i apologize... well, i apologize because as long as brian keeps that pic of me up there on his profile, i will not remove the posts. those are my terms and ocnditions for removal of the oh so horrible thing i mustve done to you for other to get involved.

and that IS my apology, and its out their for all to see.

i apologize dearest uswin, because now i have the greatest idea for a story based upon the data i have gathered. and this is sincere, whether you or rabbit man want to beleive it or not.

signed, written, and dictated by morgan james gavin this fourteenth of october, in the year of 2009.

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singolarita dimensionale, part 5

 

the creature and morgan rushed towards each other as the landscape changed to a chaotic place full of blazing wars between humans and surprisingly intelligent marshmallows. "WHY WONT YOU COME BACK TO ME!?" morgan screamed at the top of his lungs as the combination of explosions and bullets whizzing by did little to phase the two. "I HAVE NO CHOICE IN THE MATTER!" &nbsp;the creature roared as he jumped into the air with a thousand chains ripping out of his body. "terra que cinzela o furacão!" the creature spun with a untainted ferocity as wind picked up random soldiers from both sides. the landscape changed again to an inverted world of rubber walls and floating spiky objects talking about highly spiritual matters. "ILL NOT LET YOU WIN SO EASILY!" morgan screamed as he whipped the thousand foot chain as hard as he could around the creatures legs. <br><br> the creatures spinning attack smashed morgan into the rubber wall and launched him into a group of the spiky objects. "i beleive in god, but i dont believe in you!" one fiarly grumpy spiky object said to another. "fuck off!" its companion said in reply. "TODESGRIEFER: TAIFUN!" morgan screamed in retailiation as the creature was spun even faster, sending him rapidly bouncing from one wall to the next, impacting on every spiky object that was in his unfortunate way. the landscape changed again to a ten billion lightyear wide plane of green lasers and a google of mirrored disco balls. "OH MY FUCKING GO-" the creature screamed as his almost in destructable body was sliced into shreds as he flew into hundreds of green lasers after another. he quickly repaired himself but not before morgan launched another attack. <br><br> "TODESGRIEFER: BLITSHLAG!" the typhoon of sharp edged chain links split into three equal tornados at morgan direct command. they spun violently as morgan stood there in silence, hoping hte creature would come to his senses. "why? whos controlling you? we can free you if you give me a chance to help you! i know youre not the beast, youre something more! i need you as an ally in my fight against the god of terror!" the creature was panting, his blazing red eyes screaming in rage, but his mind a complete mess. his wounds lefts glowing grey scars that made him look like he had been stitched together from hundreds of spare parts. <br><br> "you dont undertand... do you?" the creature said in silent defeat. "ive seen what the god of terror is capable of... he cant be killed, he cant be defeated, he is a FUCKING GOD!" morgan couldnt beleive what he was hearing. "TODESGRIEFER: BLITZSHLAG!" the three tornadoes split into nine, waiting for morgan to direct them. "im giving you a chance creature... to evolve into something even more powerf-" "SO THATS ALL YOU CARE ABOUT1?" the creature blurted out in anger. "ALL YOU WANT IS MORE POWER? MORE STRENGTH TO FIGHT WITH!? LOOK AT YOURSELF MORGAN! JUST TAKE A HARD LOOK AT YOURSELF!" the creature raged on, catching morgan completely off gaurd. "TODESGRIEFER: BLITZSHLAG!" the nine tornadoes split into twenty seven. morgan has a veritable army of devestation at his disposal. <br><br> "you used to not care... and then you got caught up in the violence of this place, you dont even visit the waking dimension anymore! yes i was the beast at one point, full of anger and rage and hate and wanting nothing more then to kill... but that all changed once you defeated me..." the creature pleaded to morgan, his heart, what left of it there was, trying to connect with the lost wolf on some level. morgan simply floated there, a couple of green lasers slinging by him before the landscape changed yet again to the devested remains of that once proud battlefield where he had defeated the beast all those years ago. <br><br> the human looked around the landscape, noting the armor and sheilds that were once shining beacons of hope, but now were nothing more then grassy tombstones of the deom and rouge that had lost their lives in the constant wars that had been rocking the three dimensions since that time. the twnety seven tornadoes spun wildly, tearing up the landscape like it was wet paper and revealing the sick and degenerating underbelly of the three dimensions to all that dared look at their feet. "TAKE A LOOK AT WHAT YOURE PRECIOUS DIMENSION HAS TRULY BECOME MORGAN!" the creature continued hopelessly. "YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY I WONT JOIN YOU? THERE IS YOUR ANSWER RIGHT UNDERNEATH YOUR VERY FEET!" <br><br> morgan looked down calmly as the tornadoes drilled downward through the sickening golden strings that shined like the bleached white whales bones on a sunny beach. "THERE IN FRONT OF YOUR EYES IS THE REOLVE IWTH YOUR MIND THAT CAN NOT BE, THAT WILL NEVER ACCEPT YOUR VERSION OF REALITY, THAT DECIDES TO CORRODE RATHER THEN STRENGTHEN!" the creature continued on. morgan had heard enough talking, he knew directly who was responsible for the degredation of the dream and waking dimensions, and he would stop at nothing till they were repaired and the threat was gone. <br><br> "so... are you going to join me, or do i have to tear you a new one, AGAIN? YOU THINK I DONT KNOW ABOUT THE CORROSION OF THE DIMENSIONS? THE CORRUPTION OF THE OVERLORDS? THE DECADENCE OF ALL PEOPLES MINDS? HOW FUCKING DAREY OU ACCUSE ME OF SUCH A TREACHERY AGAINST MY BELOVED DIMENSION! i chose..." morgan calmed himself down through a strong force of will before continuing. he needed the creature more then ever at this point. "to remain here because the place that exists at the intersection of all three dimensions is in terrible danger, both sides. this god of terror indeed is immortal, yes, a god even, but all gods are suspect to their own weakness, all things have their own strength and hidden power. their good sides and bad." the twenty seven raging tornadoes ripped through the golden corrosion as if nothing were there at all. "you were once my best friend along with nordafet... weve been through so much together that I WILL NEVER GIVE UP ON OUR FRIENDSHIP, AND WILL CHASE YOU DOWN AND BEAT THE FUCK OUT OF YOU UNLESS YOU REALIZE THAT TRUE FRIENDSHIP, true friendship means always being there for someone thats in need of it... never giving up on them, always confiding in them even when it seems pointless." morgan stopped for a single moment to ponder whether his next choice of action would be worth the trouble. "todesgriefer: siebenundzwanzig Maßschleifen." morgan said calmly. "this is for your own good creature... hopefully youre wounds, both physically and psychologically will heal up." the tornados circled around the creature in a constantly shrinking circle. the creature looked through the shrinking space between the tornados at morgan, wondering what could be possibly going through the humans mind. <br><br> morgan turned around as the screams of the creature as the tornadoes finally slammed into him left him wondering if he could ever win this battle that seemed to be increasingly hopeless. "you will become stronger my old friend... you will indeed become stronger."

 

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singolarita dimensionale, part 5

the creature and morgan rushed towards each other as the landscape changed to a chaotic place full of blazing wars between humans and surprisingly intelligent marshmallows. "WHY WONT YOU COME BACK TO ME!?" morgan screamed at the top of his lungs as the combination of explosions and bullets whizzing by did little to phase the two. "I HAVE NO CHOICE IN THE MATTER!" &nbsp;the creature roared as he jumped into the air with a thousand chains ripping out of his body. "terra que cinzela o furacão!" the creature spun with a untainted ferocity as wind picked up random soldiers from both sides. the landscape changed again to an inverted world of rubber walls and floating spiky objects talking about highly spiritual matters. "ILL NOT LET YOU WIN SO EASILY!" morgan screamed as he whipped the thousand foot chain as hard as he could around the creatures legs. the creatures spinning attack smashed morgan into the rubber wall and launched him into a group of the spiky objects. "i beleive in god, but i dont believe in you!" one fiarly grumpy spiky object said to another. "fuck off!" its companion said in reply. "TODESGRIEFER: TAIFUN!" morgan screamed in retailiation as the creature was spun even faster, sending him rapidly bouncing from one wall to the next, impacting on every spiky object that was in his unfortunate way. the landscape changed again to a ten billion lightyear wide plane of green lasers and a google of mirrored disco balls. "OH MY FUCKING GO-" the creature screamed as his almost in destructable body was sliced into shreds as he flew into hundreds of green lasers after another. he quickly repaired himself but not before morgan launched another attack. "TODESGRIEFER: BLITSHLAG!" the typhoon of sharp edged chain links split into three equal tornados at morgan direct command. they spun violently as morgan stood there in silence, hoping hte creature would come to his senses. "why? whos controlling you? we can free you if you give me a chance to help you! i know youre not the beast, youre something more! i need you as an ally in my fight against the god of terror!" the creature was panting, his blazing red eyes screaming in rage, but his mind a complete mess. his wounds lefts glowing grey scars that made him look like he had been stitched together from hundreds of spare parts. "you dont undertand... do you?" the creature said in silent defeat. "ive seen what the god of terror is capable of... he cant be killed, he cant be defeated, he is a FUCKING GOD!" morgan couldnt beleive what he was hearing. "TODESGRIEFER: BLITZSHLAG!" the three tornadoes split into nine, waiting for morgan to direct them. "im giving you a chance creature... to evolve into something even more powerf-" "SO THATS ALL YOU CARE ABOUT1?" the creature blurted out in anger. "ALL YOU WANT IS MORE POWER? MORE STRENGTH TO FIGHT WITH!? LOOK AT YOURSELF MORGAN! JUST TAKE A HARD LOOK AT YOURSELF!" the creature raged on, catching morgan completely off gaurd. "TODESGRIEFER: BLITZSHLAG!" the nine tornadoes split into twenty seven. morgan has a veritable army of devestation at his disposal. "you used to not care... and then you got caught up in the violence of this place, you dont even visit the waking dimension anymore! yes i was the beast at one point, full of anger and rage and hate and wanting nothing more then to kill... but that all changed once you defeated me..." the creature pleaded to morgan, his heart, what left of it there was, trying to connect with the lost wolf on some level. morgan simply floated there, a couple of green lasers slinging by him before the landscape changed yet again to the devested remains of that once proud battlefield where he had defeated the beast all those years ago. the human looked around the landscape, noting the armor and sheilds that were once shining beacons of hope, but now were nothing more then grassy tombstones of the deom and rouge that had lost their lives in the constant wars that had been rocking the three dimensions since that time. the twnety seven tornadoes spun wildly, tearing up the landscape like it was wet paper and revealing the sick and degenerating underbelly of the three dimensions to all that dared look at their feet. "TAKE A LOOK AT WHAT YOURE PRECIOUS DIMENSION HAS TRULY BECOME MORGAN!" the creature continued hopelessly. "YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY I WONT JOIN YOU? THERE IS YOUR ANSWER RIGHT UNDERNEATH YOUR VERY FEET!" morgan looked down calmly as the tornadoes drilled downward through the sickening golden strings that shined like the bleached white whales bones on a sunny beach. "THERE IN FRONT OF YOUR EYES IS THE REOLVE IWTH YOUR MIND THAT CAN NOT BE, THAT WILL NEVER ACCEPT YOUR VERSION OF REALITY, THAT DECIDES TO CORRODE RATHER THEN STRENGTHEN!" the creature continued on. morgan had heard enough talking, he knew directly who was responsible for the degredation of the dream and waking dimensions, and he would stop at nothing till they were repaired and the threat was gone. "so... are you going to join me, or do i have to tear you a new one, AGAIN? YOU THINK I DONT KNOW ABOUT THE CORROSION OF THE DIMENSIONS? THE CORRUPTION OF THE OVERLORDS? THE DECADENCE OF ALL PEOPLES MINDS? HOW FUCKING DAREY OU ACCUSE ME OF SUCH A TREACHERY AGAINST MY BELOVED DIMENSION! i chose..." morgan calmed himself down through a strong force of will before continuing. he needed the creature more then ever at this point. "to remain here because the place that exists at the intersection of all three dimensions is in terrible danger, both sides. this god of terror indeed is immortal, yes, a god even, but all gods are suspect to their own weakness, all things have their own strength and hidden power. their good sides and bad." the twenty seven raging tornadoes ripped through the golden corrosion as if nothing were there at all. "you were once my best friend along with nordafet... weve been through so much together that I WILL NEVER GIVE UP ON OUR FRIENDSHIP, AND WILL CHASE YOU DOWN AND BEAT THE FUCK OUT OF YOU UNLESS YOU REALIZE THAT TRUE FRIENDSHIP, true friendship means always being there for someone thats in need of it... never giving up on them, always confiding in them even when it seems pointless." morgan stopped for a single moment to ponder whether his next choice of action would be worth the trouble. "todesgriefer: siebenundzwanzig Maßschleifen." morgan said calmly. "this is for your own good creature... hopefully youre wounds, both physically and psychologically will heal up." the tornados circled around the creature in a constantly shrinking circle. the creature looked through the shrinking space between the tornados at morgan, wondering what could be possibly going through the humans mind. morgan turned around as the screams of the creature as the tornadoes finally slammed into him left him wondering if he could ever win this battle that seemed to be increasingly hopeless. "you will become stronger my old friend... you will indeed become stronger."

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ok, ive got to get focused here...

no more:

blog warring with some random web stalker
ranting about matters that arent of any real concern to me anymore
giving people the satisfaction of knowing their getting to me
checking out that damned site

what their will be more of:

insightful blogs
more parts to the stories im currently writing
on occasion drunk blogs
some song lyrics
and just good ol fashioned me blurting my thoughtso ut like no ones business.

ivel ost sight of what i REALLY need to do in light of all this blog stalker business. ive become like this little parasite feeding off other peoples opinions of me, and thats not really the thing i like doing much. ive become lazy at what i need to accomplish instead of dealing with net bullies and ive just repeated myself twice. but this doesnt make it any less true. so for now all i will be updating are the story portions. speaking of which, i need to get two pages of the ds done today... and on a side note...

screw what i wrote yesterday, im not focusing on what other people want of me at the moment, i have work i need to get done, a series to write, another story to complete and random shit stories to add to my storymash account. lifes grand aint it?

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Just woke up. Im really fucking hungry.

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Tuesday, October 13, 2009

You&#39;re Invited! Assemblyman Adams&#39; 3rd Annual District Office Open House

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Subject: You're Invited! Assemblyman Adams' 3rd Annual District Office Open House
Date: Mon, 12 Oct 2009 18:30:52
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  www.asm.ca.gov/ Adams Assemblymember.Adams@assembly.ca.gov You're Invited! Dear Friends, Please join me for our annual open house at my District Office in Claremont. It will be a fun-filled, relaxed evening of great conversation, food and drinks. WHAT: 3rd Annual District Office Open House WHEN: Thursday, October 22, 2009 5:00pm to 8:00pm WHERE: Assemblyman Anthony Adams' District Office 540 West Baseline, Suite 16 Claremont, CA 91711 For more information please contact my district office toll-free at (888) 377-2212 or call (909) 625-1038. Sincerely, Assemblyman Anthony Adams, 59th District             Event Map   DISTRICT OFFICE 540 W. Baseline Rd. Suite 16 Claremont, CA 91711 (909) 625-1038, (909) 625-1063 fax   CAPITOL OFFICE State Capitol Sacramento, CA 95814 (916) 319-2059, (916) 319-2159 fax   © 2009 Assembly Republican Caucus | Disclaimer   Unsubscribe     |     Update Email

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Enquiry

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From: Velvet PR
To: enigmatt2002

Hi, I was wondering if you could help.....? We are hosting Amika and Monroes this weekend and unfortunately we have too many free drinks and not enough people to drink them!!? I was wondering if maybe you may be able to help me get through them, or if you knew anyone who may be able to help...... There is some extra info about our events below and I would be gratefull if you would spread the word and see if you know anyone who might be able to help me get through it!! as it would be a shame to waste all that grey goose vodka? Hope to hear from you soon!   Jemina x   Friday 9th October          Amika (63-65 High StreetKensington,London,W8 5SE)        To sample the buzz of London Fashion Week and experience the sights, sounds and famous faces from this influential bi-annual event, take look at what the London Fashion Week clubs have to offer. Models, designers and the most talked-about celebrities will be knocking back he complimentary champers and cutting some moves on the dancefloor.          London's prestigious High Street Kensington plays host to a new super elite, acutely vogue concept in members club. A unique playground or the extravagant, designed for affable debauchery and indulgent fun, without pretentiousness but exuding an abundance of class and tyle, it is the ultimate destination for major players and glitterati alike.          Amika is now the bedrock of elegant and sophisticated clubbing in Kensington. After 2 years and having been awarded the prestigious 'Best New Club 2007' and 'Best Club 2008' at the
London bar and club awards Amika is at the forefront of innovation in London's late night party          Chandelier Bar: For up to 300 guests. Champagne Room: For up to 120 guests. Cocktail Bar: For up to 80 guests.                                                     Saturday 10th October       Monroes (5 Cavendish Square, Marylebone, London, W1G 0PG) Monroe's is unlike most traditional Londonbars given its royal design and multi-room premise. In fact, when you walk into Monroe's not only will you find a dance floor and a lounge,but also a VIPlounge known as the "Cristal Bar", a separate restaurant area, a private dining room and lounge area, a cigar bar, a roof terrace area, and eight hotel suites for those who do not want to wonder home on the tube after hours.  In short, a visit to the exquisite Monroe's nightclub is like a visit to a clustered nightclub area complete with every amenity that you could need in one night out on the town!   Velvet PR Mobile:    07734 66 1970                                              IMPORTANT NOTICE. The information in this email (and any attachments) is confidential and property of Velvet PR until Velvet PR releases it via contractual means. This includes all concepts and ideas created by Velvet PR.  Any use of a concept or idea with out Velvet PR's permission (i.e. via contracts) is illegal and Velvet PR will have the right to charge the company, individual or party who has used an Velvet PR's concept or idea with out contractual permission a fee.  The fee can be of any amount that Velvet PR deems reasonable. The information in this email (and any attachments) is confidential.  If you are not the intended recipient, you must not use or disseminate the information. If you have received this email in error, please immediately notify me by "Reply" command and permanently delete the original and any copies or printouts thereof. Although this email and any attachments are believed to be free of any virus or other defect that might affect any computer system into which it is received and opened, it is the responsibility of the recipient to ensure that it is virus free and no responsibility is accepted by Velvet PR, or its subsidiaries or affiliates either jointly or severally, for any loss or damage arising in any way from its use. Unsubscribe

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----- Original Message -----
Subject: Enquiry
Date: Tue, 13 Oct 2009 12:30:49
From: Velvet PR
To: enigmatt2002

Hi, I was wondering if you could help.....? We are hosting Amika and Monroes this weekend and unfortunately we have too many free drinks and not enough people to drink them!!? I was wondering if maybe you may be able to help me get through them, or if you knew anyone who may be able to help...... There is some extra info about our events below and I would be gratefull if you would spread the word and see if you know anyone who might be able to help me get through it!! as it would be a shame to waste all that grey goose vodka? Hope to hear from you soon!   Jemina x   Friday 9th October          Amika (63-65 High StreetKensington,London,W8 5SE)        To sample the buzz of London Fashion Week and experience the sights, sounds and famous faces from this influential bi-annual event, take look at what the London Fashion Week clubs have to offer. Models, designers and the most talked-about celebrities will be knocking back he complimentary champers and cutting some moves on the dancefloor.          London's prestigious High Street Kensington plays host to a new super elite, acutely vogue concept in members club. A unique playground or the extravagant, designed for affable debauchery and indulgent fun, without pretentiousness but exuding an abundance of class and tyle, it is the ultimate destination for major players and glitterati alike.          Amika is now the bedrock of elegant and sophisticated clubbing in Kensington. After 2 years and having been awarded the prestigious 'Best New Club 2007' and 'Best Club 2008' at the
London bar and club awards Amika is at the forefront of innovation in London's late night party          Chandelier Bar: For up to 300 guests. Champagne Room: For up to 120 guests. Cocktail Bar: For up to 80 guests.                                                     Saturday 10th October       Monroes (5 Cavendish Square, Marylebone, London, W1G 0PG) Monroe's is unlike most traditional Londonbars given its royal design and multi-room premise. In fact, when you walk into Monroe's not only will you find a dance floor and a lounge,but also a VIPlounge known as the "Cristal Bar", a separate restaurant area, a private dining room and lounge area, a cigar bar, a roof terrace area, and eight hotel suites for those who do not want to wonder home on the tube after hours.  In short, a visit to the exquisite Monroe's nightclub is like a visit to a clustered nightclub area complete with every amenity that you could need in one night out on the town!   Velvet PR Mobile:    07734 66 1970                                              IMPORTANT NOTICE. The information in this email (and any attachments) is confidential and property of Velvet PR until Velvet PR releases it via contractual means. This includes all concepts and ideas created by Velvet PR.  Any use of a concept or idea with out Velvet PR's permission (i.e. via contracts) is illegal and Velvet PR will have the right to charge the company, individual or party who has used an Velvet PR's concept or idea with out contractual permission a fee.  The fee can be of any amount that Velvet PR deems reasonable. The information in this email (and any attachments) is confidential.  If you are not the intended recipient, you must not use or disseminate the information. If you have received this email in error, please immediately notify me by "Reply" command and permanently delete the original and any copies or printouts thereof. Although this email and any attachments are believed to be free of any virus or other defect that might affect any computer system into which it is received and opened, it is the responsibility of the recipient to ensure that it is virus free and no responsibility is accepted by Velvet PR, or its subsidiaries or affiliates either jointly or severally, for any loss or damage arising in any way from its use. Unsubscribe

Posted via email from The mind of Morgan James Gavin

ok. ill play ball.

heres what is going to happen if your going to keep this game going. ill do what you ask the next chance i get, which might be a while. but in return, because im the kinda guy that likes a fair trade, and this has to be done FIRST. brian must take the pic of me down and apologize on his blog in the same manner that you want me to apologize to the wood brothers. next linzey takes down her posts about me and apologize as well. finaly you must take this blog down (and ill take down all but three blogs linked to my posterous) and never bug me again. finaly robert must at least hold a job for three weeks to get himself some sort of home. these are the terms of agreement and must be fullfilled before i do my part in this already drawn out idiocy of egos. if you agree then text me. david has my number. you have one month from the time of this being posted. <br><br>

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Monday, October 12, 2009

to my stalker hauptman111

im going to ignore any insults you threw at me and get down to brass tacks. ive said sorry enough times. the only thing i regret was uswins inclusion in the pic. i wont deny that the wood brothers are good folk. however i must say that you arent an actual person. because on brians profile it warns people of me and then again here you ask the readers what you told them. so that proves without a doubt that this is a sockpuppet account. i dont really care for cowards that dont have the balls/ovaries to reveal their true names and faces. i do know that you will eventualy get bored and move on to other things of interest.

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Sunday, October 11, 2009

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