"Where life had no value, death, sometimes, had its price.."

".. That is why the bounty killers appeared."

"our hero, who art in gotham. cowled be thy mane.."

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"they mostly come at night..."

"...mostly."

in the flesh

"...Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"

 

gravy dreams

something wicked this way comes..

stop saying your vines are "must watch", internets. YOU CAN'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO

"good afternoon.."

"..do you have a moment to hear about the word of the little shiny red dot?"

"you shut your whore mouth..."

i want a soundboard of zack de la rocha's grunts

tangled up in plaid

we're never given a guidebook to humanity but we all presume to have the answers

One of those afternoons..

"So live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart. Trouble no one about their religion; respect others in their view, and demand that they respect yours. Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life. Seek to make your life long and its purpose in the service of your people. Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide. Always give a word or a sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend, even a stranger, when in a lonely place. Show respect to all people and grovel to none. When you arise in the morning give thanks for the food and for the joy of living. If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies only in yourself. Abuse no one and no thing, for abuse turns the wise ones to fools and robs the spirit of its vision. When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song and die like a hero going home."

--Chief Tecumseh of the Shawnee

halfway home

Scalpel shard across
A murky endless break.
Sudden darkness manifest,
Ancient Gods awake.

Lay waste on sinner, saint alike
Behold, the end begun!
"Abandon all hope," they cried,
"The Redemption Day hath come."

Prima Nocta

My inaugural first blog. Finally an attempt to enter the 21st Century. Hopefully I'll keep this relatively clean & refrain from using words like "cuntnugget", but I make no promises.

Having just woken up to a hoard of children screaming like a pack of howler monkeys on bath salts (I'm serious, this one kid made noises only victims tortured with bamboo under the fingernails have uttered) I wonder about the small cadre of parents that cast a general apathy towards rearing their children. This week at work, a mother desperately tried to control her son, preventing him from taking every knee-high object off the walls & strewing them onto the floor, demanding she purchase an assortment of items. Overwhelmed, she slowly succumbed to a few purchases in order to appease the little fuck. In the meantime, her crew-cut douchoid husband impatiently waited outside with the dog to smoke & occasionally lean in the doorway to contribute, "Are you done yet?" "Hurry up!" etc. Needless to say, the mother wasn't succeeding very well in bringing this 2 person job of "Shutting Your Spastic Kid Up & Getting The Fuck Out" to a graceful finale.

The overall irritation and pre-supposed notion that this task was his wife's job was what really irked me about needledick McGee. Guess what buddy? The load of cum you blasted into your wife didn't happen by accident: you did that. You are now just as responsible as she is for raising that fucking kid. Some people would argue that it's difficult to raise a child and exhausting work. Well the 9 months leading to that kid's birth isn't something you slept through & forgot about. There's no way this whole parenting thing is a surprise. You know what else is difficult? Operating a hadron collider or backing an 18-wheeler into a loading dock, but people still pull their shit together & do it all the time. Popping out a unit & raising it to be a well-adjusted person is also a universal occurrence so you don't get to back out because you find it too difficult.

These seemingly mild oversights don't have really major consequences for your kid, but certainly will for the adult they're going to grow up to be. We've all had to deal with that irrational person who can't comprehend why you, this speaking obstacle in their day wearing pants, aren't facilitating their all-important needs. We've all dated the self-absorbed person who amalgamates all their insecurities into a big package of instability, drops it into your lap & forces you to sign for it. Not giving their kids the proper tools to have any sort of internal reasoning or self-restraint and facilitating all their selfish want will result in their abject displeasure with life when they reach adulthood & nothing seems to "go their way". Your kid's gonna break my kid's heart. You are breeding assholes.

The idea that every child is going to be perfect is a work of fiction. Some kids have a genuine reason to be difficult to control. Some kids are just helpless and, just like adults, some kids are just straight-up assholes. However, the one thing they all have in common is a lack of social awareness. This is a job that should be implemented by their parents (or immediate caretakers: Aunt May did all she could for that Peter Parker but every now & then someone calls for a webslinger). Its kind of a big one on the list of shit you should pass on to your kid. Not only would involvement save you from silently becoming more frustrated with your parental lot in life, it shows your kids that their parents give a shit. Maybe not immediately, but that knowledge subconsciously could manifest itself into empathy. Those few seconds you chose to accept parental responsibility might save future generations from dealing with another redundant asshole.