zondag 27 maart 2011

#Tryout Six: iPot should be legal

Locations are confusing but so are women, rugby and the acting of Kristen Stewart. I was wandering in my city, through loathsome streets which i didn't knew they existed. This city is maddened by whores, thieves and criminal scum. Oh no, they're not making me angry or pissed. I envy them! The greatest scoundrel should be King/President/Sultan/other."But mr.Reilly, you forgot that those people on the top are already scum?"  Tnat's true. But let's not forget that the problem is not the person, but the function. Give power to a simple goody two shoes and that person will change into a pure monster, a dictator. There's only one thing that keeps everything together and that's us, the people. The true identity of your Emperor would be reveiled if there were no people to serve. Every human is evil. Only rules can stop us from doing unearthed, unpleasant, unhearted and unplugged evil.

To make things short: I've been robbed by a man that was trying to sell me the new iPot. Clearly he was just holding a mirror in a black box with the precarious spelling mistake on top of it. When i made him aware of his mistake he looked at it, looked at me, he looked back at the iPot ( No it didn't change into diamonds) and then he hit me, robbed me and ran away. That's the reason for the speech on humanity that i just gave you.
The new iPot with the grass app, Stoned-Mail, BagTube, and Reggae music. Yeah it's all fucked up now. Thank you Westboro Baptist Church, now go fuck yourself .

maandag 14 maart 2011

#Tryout Five: Illegitimis Non Carborundum

My mind was shocked by the overdose of ether. I dragged my feet into the luminous scheme of the Japanese businessmen, their evergrowing Red Dragon Restaurants. Why the red dragon and not blue, purple, yellow, green, even Blurpellowack, a colored crisis of blue suits, would fit into the whole theme of Japamen. Why fucking red pillars and walls? Gets a fucking bull batshit crazy...

I took my gray matter and dropped it at one of the red cushioned chairs and tables. Friday Night, Noodle Night. Rambling sounds around me. Impossible. Still light outside. Fucking demons. My heart started beating like a lion on coke. Sound coming from left, i turned my neck what seemed to take centuries to do so and i discovered the source of the vile music. Goddamn televisions showing fucking inaugurated programs made for deadbrained species. My body was losing control, and i slipped away into a dark void of evil surroundings. The whole world was trembling around me, shockingly drowning my mind into a hellish watercyclone, demons grabbing their machinery and drilling into the deep caverns of the furnishing rock we live on.

Woken up by Japlady. she stared at the TV, utterly shocked. Her facial expression was stunningly flooding into my eyes. Japan was hit by an earthquake. I had a vision. I dragged myself out of there, escaping the vile spirits of death. Japan is a goner. Their nation of nuclear powered energy will be a dead zone, a place where demons can feast on the bodies. Mutations will be common. The Samurai is exuded, murdered by nature.

Do i even care? Yes I do. Do I compare the disaster with Pearl Harbor? Not at all.
I once again dragged myself in a multimedia store, ignoring the trailer of Hereafter on the screens, passing Godzilla, Jericho, The Walking Dead, and Kill Bill.We are surrounded by disaster, murder and mutant beasts and we are still surprised by these nature callings. Oh Humanity.

zondag 13 maart 2011

Too F******* Busy

I'm too busy at the moment to write something good. Damn it!
Writing my ideas that i have for Tryout Five:
Fucking Awesome Illuminati( gotta be careful)

Interested? Well , you gotta wait a bit longer than usual. I'm preparing interviews/ writing papers so quite busy! Expecting it this week. Sorry for the delay.

Moon tripping on Charlie Sheen-drug. It's bi-winning so hard.

Edit: Japan's fucked. Get your Stimpacks and Rad-X ready. Embrace your loved ones. Get the fucking Radsuits on and get me my Gobi Campaign Rifle. It's fucking time

zaterdag 5 maart 2011

#Tryout Four: Moonilogical Zionist and Redneck'd Republicans

The End is Nigh: Charlie Sheen snored the Moon

Glooming eyes were staring at ridiculous moter-driven vehicles, steered by ingenius idiots and passing the vicinity of the street. Hearing the last sounds of their ecological weapons of ecodestruction, I then decided to move on walking the lonely road of wavering darkness, leaving one lantern to flicker on and off. I ignored the dead demons, staring with their big eyes, watching every step I make. I am in the Light, and the Light will protect me from their claws. Light went dead. The Light failed me. The dark power overthrew the lantern and the vicious beasts came closer, screaming soft noises in my head, smelling their stinking horrifious breath. I envy the creatures. No livechanging choices that have to be made at a supermarket deciding which toothpaste is the best for you. Colgate? Colgate Sensitive? Herbal White? Max Fresh? Bi-Fluor? Demons do not care about hygiƫne.

My hearing sensed a car coming closer. A wheeling monstertruck in the right corner of my eyes, blinding me with the powerful Light of the front lamps. The beasts fled away, calling my name in the wind. Are these the critics of my thoughts? Have I been too hard on the Moped drivers so they've sent me an army of demons? There's only one certitude in these streets and that's the giant man who climbed out of his truck. He saved my soon to be demon meat ass. I called this massive clouded giant The Rider.  His bolstered hands would destroy my small pen hands. The Rider ignored the hand problem and invited me to his monstereous truck for a ride. I felt like a small human being whilst entering the coloured monstertruck.

We had some unimportant smalltalk for a while but then he changed the subject with a question that shook me, i was staring at the sidemirrors and their redesigned reflections. I can not believe my ears when i heard it. A question as old as Jacob. Sweet Jesus, i'd rather go fight another round with those demons than sitting one more minute in this forsaken death trunk. This fiendish beast dared to ask my opinion on Jews and politics.
I held my lips tight together and decided to create a friendly sound with my vocals: "Why don't you start first talking 'bout it, dear Rider?" He started guffawing at me. No reason why.

We were driving into Skull Street, dead military Pro-Kadhaffi skulls were crushed by the weight of the hideous truck. We turned at the crossroads, entering a street that looked like a red sea of blood, floating dead bodies of people. The truck stopped and i saw a broken neon-board titled " Zion". the building itself was torn apart, leaving only a red streaming trail coming from those ruins. Rider started talking. "Fucking Zionists fucked everything up. They are the real rats that should be slaughtered and look at this place....we finally succeeded in our mission." I had no idea what was sitting next to me. A Neo-Nazi, a Jew, a Neo-Jew? a Redneck? A Conservative Neo-Jew Redneck Republican Asshole?
There's only one thing i'm certain of: he hated Zionists. I did not feel the urge to ask why he hated them so much so I asked him if he's a republican. "What in God's name are you rambling bout, off course I am. And pretty damn proud of it too!" Mystery solved. "And what do you think of the Democrats, Rider?" i said, carefully weighing my words.
" Fucking scum, that's what they are. Every time i see one I feel this same rage I have with the Zionists.... YOU AIN'T A FUCKING DEMOCRAT, RIGHT? he yelled with a less stinking demon breath. " Good Lord Almighty, no , I'd rather vote for the Libertarian National Socialist Green Party and Eco-Fascism than voting on a whore or a black street dog" I said while trying to talk my way out of this horrible situation.

We left the horrible street and i quickly said: "Thank you for the ride but I have to murder a Zionist in a few hours, so farewell my friend" leaving him with a smile on his face. I finally escaped the monster. I was alone in a new street with new fears in my heart. The only certitude I have is the moon. Problem is that there was only a half moon left this night. Charlie Sheen snored the other half. A great applause for this moon, coke and vile fluid snoring unhuman beast of truthfulness. You are Winning, good sir, yes you are.

This was extremely long. Hope you'll find the time to read it because it's damn awesome. Also, pc crashed while writing( love the concept saving button!)  Oh right, this is for entertainment purposes only. I do not mean to hurt certain societies/beliefs.