Cynical,Bitter,Acrimonious

Zeus Killed Salmoneus

2008-11-20T23:56:00.001-08:00

I have been in the process of broadening my blogging horizons. Generally this blog is and will continue to be the place where I spout most of my cynically motivated anger filled blogs. But it has become apparent to me that this is not enough and I would like a site in which to post blogs motivated from other facets of my psyche.

So, if anyone is interested in reading alternate blogs from the ones posted here on Cynical, Bitter, Acrimonious you can find them at Zeus Killed Salmoneus. To those who are C.B.A fans, there is no need for alarm, I am still highly inspired to continue posting on this blog, there will always be things and people that will provoke me to write.

M

p.s Zeus killed Salmoneus can also be found on Myspace, it contains blogs from both C,B,A and ZKS. So check it out and leave me some of your best commentary remarks. ZKS on myspace

Cockcheese: The doctor of ill-medicine and malpractice

2008-08-15T09:51:00.000-07:00

Am I fucking invisible? I don't think I have been in contact with any unusual substance of late that would cause my skin to magically turn transparent. I'm certainly not mute either, how hard is it to acknowledge someone's existence when they are speaking to you? Am I not reaching the basic level of understanding I thought all humans had? REALISE that I am reaching out, REALISE that I don't want you to waste my time, REALISE that if ANY of your kind of people did their job correctly we would both be better off and for fuck sake LISTEN! I'm making your job easy for you, all you have to do is make simple connections as to what I am saying and what needs to be done.

The lack of competency you display as a doctor only re-enforces to me your lack of common people skills. Did they not teach you in Med school that communication is the key to doctor/patient relations? Asking the same question 3 different ways does not convey as sound communication skills, neither do mid sentence interruptions, inaudible mumbling and dead silence whilst you bumble through your disorganised desk and computer. I am truly shocked and amazed that you have held your qualifications or your job for so long. I would rather a doctor tell me that they are stumped than watch a broken down old inept cockjockey fumble around their surgery like a junkie looking for a doughnut.

Now I am not one of those wankers that watch programs they don't like on television and then complain about its content instead of simply changing the channel. If I don't like something I simply avoid it (rational thinking for most, impossible for some) for example talking on telephones, Chinese food and heroin are just some of the things I avoid avidly. SO that been said I will not return to your den of dismal medical know-how and will be taking my cash and problems elsewhere. You may be pleased, Dr Fuckstick, that you won't have to see me again, seeing as though my last words to you were far from pleasant. And I will continue to suffer.

M

Olympic pain-in-my-arse.

2008-08-12T10:30:00.000-07:00

I don't know if anyone feels the same, nor feels as strongly about it as I do, but this year the Beijing Olympics...FUCK.. any Olympic games from the time I was born have shit me to tears and angered me to my very core. We all know how it goes: run, jump, lift, throw, blood, sweat, tears, joy, disappointment, left, right, upside-fucking-down. This may come as a shock to all you sporty types but its fucking POINTLESS. Sure there is (for a select few) the honour of winning a small trophy to wear for one day, that says "congratulations, you ran 100 metres faster than 9 other cocksmokers"
but in the grand scheme of things are you really better off? Sure, now you can charge more for your services on the advertisements for breakfast cereal, sure people will now look at you differently, but let me say this, you won a medal ? big fucking deal! Yeah, you had to train hard for your sport and slave away devoting your every waking moment to being bigger and better, but in the end its just a sport. Please correct me if I'm wrong but isn't sport defined as recreation, a pastime, fun? And should it not be treated as such?

My problem isn't all with the athletes themselves believe it or not, although I do despise them for being people that feed from the system, creating the illusion of hard workers when they only desire for personal gain and recognition whilst actually shying away from real work. My problem is also with the people that don't leave sport as it should be, a recreational pastime, and facilitate these large events which enable these sports people to become rich and/or famous. Why should sport be broadcast across most free-to-air channels at all? and not just that, they are sports that only interest realistically only about 1 or 2% of all people, like Badminton, Gymnastics, Equestrian, Volleyball, Rowing, Archery, Fencing etc. WHO needs these sports blasted on their TV sets every night of the week? But people (not surprisingly enough) lap it up, get right into how their country is going and have heated debates about what's to happen in what event. It's all wanky BULLSHIT.

Nobody needs these skills in the modern age, there is no need for a man to run 100 metres in 9 seconds, there's no need for a grown man in tights to swing on poles or rings chained to the ceiling, there is no need for women to run around in circles as fast as they can or ride horses from A to B or the implication of slow motion camera capturing a person swimming a stroke called butterfly (which looks dangerously ugly by the way) and because there is no need for this there shouldn't be a need to watch or encourage such a pointless waste of everyone's time.

I'm not going to start raving on about the morals, ethics and values of China, any of their current endeavours in the destruction of lives or any political matters here, that's a totally different matter, but its probably a good thing that the Olympics have brought the worlds attention to what China are doing right under everyone's noses. Still the simple fact remains in my mind that the Olympic games should not exist in the present day, at least not to the extent that it has risen to. To all the athletes around the world, in my opinion you have wasted the better part of your pathetic lives on something so insignificant you may even regret it in later life when your bodies start to collapse and waking up in the morning is a strain, when people don't remember you or give a fuck who you are and you rely on that pill to fuckstart your personality every day.
yes, to all you and yours.... fuck off.

M

A short irate release

2008-08-09T11:16:00.000-07:00

I am a very vengeful person, grudges I hold are deep and are taken seriously and I believe strongly in the old saying "as ye sow, so shall ye reap"(ignoring all religious cogitations). You have dug your fucking grave, now lay in it! (this is meant metaphorically of course; although the thought of you being buried alive doesn't disturb me as much as I would like). I will have my revenge, when the time is right, and I will savour it for all it's worth. To avoid giving you a cliché recital from the book of threats I will say one thing, read this very carefully: Get fucked you filthy fucking dog.. you know who you are and what's coming to you.

M

Indie: Music for the flushing.

2008-08-08T20:48:00.000-07:00

If i see one more cunt in a brown velvet vest playing a colourful fender telecaster, messy hair adrift over their pimpled red faces and yellow teeth protruding from their mouth, skinny legged jeans and a synth keyboard I WILL explode. Have these people no originality? no musical integrity? no ambition to do something different? My home town has been INVADED by the disease that is the musical genre of "Indie", and it has served as the thorn in my spine since.

I think it might be my own doing, you know with the whole becoming bitter with the music industry, growing older or not understanding the whole thought process associated with "indie" but I do seriously doubt its endurance as a musical genre. How could it survive? It all sounds the same to the majority of people listening. Indie is possibly on par with the now somewhat deceased "Emo" trend whose foul musical onslaught and obvious, but badly done, culture reproduction raped the fertile music industry not to mention the quality of music everywhere and left it a quivering broken husk of its former self.

What is the fascination with bands that have nothing more to offer than the band before them? Is it the human need for routine or the misunderstood feeling of only liking comparable entities, or are people just lazy and don't have the drive to find different music or are afraid to explore a broad spectrum of music and musical influence? I really would like to have more faith in the music listening population of the world, but its not possible when there are so many people set on being irrational, idiotic, mindless, insensate, passionless, pointless cattle.

In conclusion I would like to point out that The Bloc Party are possibly the shittiest band I've herd in a long time especially on the broad spectrum of international acts. Their music makes me physically ill.

M

Myopic toothless pig.

2008-07-17T18:49:00.000-07:00

Over the last few years i have learned to minimise my habit of verbalizing my seditious and repugnant unfiltered rants, mainly because my mouth caused me a lot of unwanted friction in the real world. But people like you (and you indeed know who you are) continue to hack away at what used to be my patience. Unbeknown as yet to you and your esteemed(!) colleagues, everybody that comes in contact with you, on any level, has an immediate sense of enmity. Five minutes in the same fucking room would send any person, with an IQ higher than the lowest form of plant life, over the formidable boundary of sanity. Sometimes i even commend, although doubt, your "friends" ability to withstand your bigotry, stupidity and stench (which by the way is paramount to all vile scents).

SO! I have taken the time to think you up the title "Gooch: the mortal stankpot", and your friends "HEP A, B, and C". I'd also like to thank you though, for making me realise something i was obviously misinformed about before, oh how frivolous and unwise i am, i thought civilization had grown somewhat from blatant racism, ideas of slavery, narrow-mindedness and childish jokes about the colour of skins, oh foolish me, inept i am thinking equality and multiculturalism are important faculties of today's society. Here's an idea chump, long before discussing your bigoted version of the climate of racial inequality in this country it might occur to you to shower, with soap(just to be specific), before gracing us with your unintelligent, irrelevant, misdirected, regurgitated desecration of our culture. and in your own unoriginal words "if you don't like it, fuck off back home". After all we're just convicts. fuckclump!

M

71 and Immortal!

2008-06-23T07:11:00.000-07:00

George Dennis Patrick Carlin (May 12th 1937 - June 22nd 2008)

George Carlin - A brilliant man who has revolutionised comedy and peoples way of thinking for decades. The man is an inspiration, a monument, a sublime entertainer of a calibre which is rarely seen on this brown mortal coil. RIP George Carlin.

The infamous Seven Words sketch.

M

That 1 Guy

2008-06-20T04:26:00.000-07:00

This man is probally one of the most talented men this century. I enjoy his music more than i enjoy stuffed green olives in martinis. Please enjoy..

M

I did my time.

2008-06-20T02:35:00.000-07:00

After spending what seemed an eternity, patiently waiting to see a doctor, in a seedy disease ridden, noisy, child-filled, chamber of death also known as The Waiting Room, i have decided to write a senseless wank questioning WHY we, the general public, must sit rotting in these treacherous torture chambers.

Sitting there it seemed as though everyone was put there to annoy the shit out of me, doctors speaking "english" i couldnt understand, children loudly playing with toys dressed as B-rate superheroes, Middle aged single mums talking on their mobiles 20 decibels above everything and some pinwanker who thinks it's a good time and place to go through all his monotone ringtones on his phone. (Maybe i should write another moaning about mobile phones and why they are the bane of my exsistence). ALL along the hallway were closed doctors doors, they could have been in there having it off with their best mates wives for all we knew. To me it seemed simple, either get more doctors OR dont book appointments for so many cunts. So i did a bit of reading and found a doctors perspective:

"The biggest complaint that most people have is the never-ending wait in the waiting room. What exactly is going on behind those closed doors? It's an aggravating situation that is exacerbated by the demands of a bottom-line (many practices run on productivity and have to double-book to account for no-shows) and also the (sometimes unrealistic) expectations of patients themselves. It's not uncommon for a patient to want a full hour of attention when only fifteen minutes is scheduled for an appointment. Do the math, and you'll see why doctors run so far behind. Good doctors will always try to address all your issues, but sometimes it's to the detriment of a short wait." ~http://storkdoc.blogspot.com/

This, in fact, answered most of my queries to do with this subject, if this is the case with most doctors surgeries then most doctors, being an intelligent lifeform, are far more obtuse than i thought. The idea of having to double-book just for the simple fact that someone MIGHT or MIGHT NOT show up is absurd. Fair enough, people are selfish and want a longer session than needed but that is their prerogative is it not? If they do finish before their pre-determined timeslot ends then the doctor is entitled to have that time to themselves or service the poor unfortunate next in line. I do agree whole-heartedly that its not only the doctors at fault for waiting room blunders. I fear that there is an epidemic of paranoid fearful hypochondriacs that flood almost all doctors nightmares, and surgeries complaining of symptoms they dont have and using more time than nessicary. I will give you an example as quoted from the same blog as before-mentioned.

"Many patients "save up" their health concerns for a once-a-year visit. One of my best friends, who is an internist, regularly has patients who "kitchen sink" her. An example would be when a patient arrives for a half-hour annual exam appointment, and then comes in with a list of complaints that include high blood pressure, high cholesterol, chronic headaches, diabetes, sciatica, fibromyalgia, psoriasis, allergies, bacterial vaginosis, chest pain, depression and edema."

This is where i feel it is up to the person making appointments at the surgery to identify problematic hypochondriacs and appoint them longer timeslots. This of course would lower case loads but would make GP's a more effective service. And by the time my body falls to peices all black and brown i expect you to have corrected this hopelessness.

and all you scruffy twats that cannot sit still quietly for an hour .....FUCK YOU

M

Special thanks to http://storkdoc.blogspot.com/

Ventilated Spleen.

2008-06-17T23:14:00.000-07:00

In the brochure of life events there is a giant chapter fittingly labeled "Mistakes". There are also a mistakes that stand out bluntly like a sore thumb as being the epitome of the misconceptions one can make.

Whether you have fucked the wrong person unintentionally up the anus, dropped out of Piss-wipers educational school and toilets to study self-help techniques and enjoy the stench of your own farts, developed a "sporting" methamphetamine habit or taken faulty financial advice from the cumstain that lives four doors down, who unsurprisingly cant afford a new front door or food for his annoying child, saddened by his 9th eviction notice in two months, YOU , it seems, are guilty of a bounty of unfortunate but completely avoidable mistakes for which you can only expect karma to shove several bricks up your arse, probably un-lubricated, possibly sideways.

There seems to be a predicament in our situation that can only be fixed by your understanding and co-operation, both of which your comprehension is sub-standard. Our situation> i cannot stand you and you don't know it. The fact that i tear at your self esteem every single fucking unpleasant time we talk is not enough, seemingly, for you to understand that i want you to hurt. All kinds of hurt, physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually, rolled up in stolen wet carpet rug and hurled off a high place kinda hurt.

Usually i do NOT wish death upon people but I'm willing to make an exception this time. Death is usually reserved for news reporters, evil people like Hitler, and their drug taking equivalent- old people. I do not really want this to differ too much. But you are quite the special case, also fittingly labeled "Scrote: The human sized nut sling" with a list of mental deficiencies as long as your gracious ape-like arms.

I do however agree with the notion that someday all things shall pass, this too, indeed shall pass like an unwanted kidney stone. A brilliant simile for your existence if i do say so myself. Reluctantly having met you in the first place. My kingdom for a time machine.

You know who you are you fucking miserable piss-ant....fuck you

M

Undecided.

2008-06-15T04:47:00.000-07:00

Oh how high you are, above us all (!). So high that you seemingly have no regard for anyone else. The thought "how does what I am doing effect anyone else?" doesn't run through your overly abundant thought processes. I give credit where credit is due, you are an intelligent person, but intelligence only goes so far when you constantly flaunt your painfully obvious childishness.
fucking cuntslime.

I don't wish to dwell i just needed a vent.

M

Bells a' ringin

2008-06-12T18:54:00.000-07:00

Served with a new found curiosity, i went hunting for a select duo of English sayings.

The ever so popular "Saved by the bell," has a widespread notion that the phrase is from the 17th century and that it describes people being rescued from being buried alive by using a coffin with a bell attached at the earths surface. The idea being that, if they were buried but later awoke in their 6 foot deep tomb, they could ring the bell and be saved from an unpleasant death. The idea is certainly plausible as the fear of burial alive was and is real.

"Saved by the bell," i feel, goes hand in hand with another popular phrase among english speaking society "the graveyard shift." Popular explanations for the origin of the phrase "graveyard shift" reference the 17th century also . To prevent the problem of the accidental burying of people who were still alive, the story goes, The graveyard attendants, who's job it was to remain vigilant throughout the day and night, worked the graveyard shift. It was their mission to wait for the little bells to ring so they could go in and retrieve the stressed undead.

The notion of anyone being buried alive makes my skin crawl.
Ankylophobic, Automysophobic, and Claustrophobic. cha cha cha!

M

Shortly and sweetly.

2008-06-08T01:19:00.000-07:00

After a short but extensive observation of people it seems there are a few running themes; the winning themes throughout the general population are stupidity, manipulation, paranoia, bigotry and selfishness. Possibly the IQ of the general population IS as low as we are led to beleive. So to all en masse:
Jam all your imbecility into your cerebrum and smile, smile, smile. (!)

I'm going to revel in the elements. Theres nothing like rain on a tin roof.

M

Vexatious

2008-06-05T07:15:00.000-07:00

You are of course THE most absurd person i've ever had the displeasure of being associated with. Not sure if you relise but you have a personality that is the equivalent of taking a shit (diarrhea) in zero gravity. unpleasant, messy, odourous and unwanted. I dont think anyone relises how spot on that simile is. You have the moral and ethical values of a middle aged street sex worker with an amusing heroin addiction. Your name has always been synonymous with phenomenal discriptions like "cuntscum","wankstain", "cuntdumpster", "scrote", "butt-pirate", "tight fisted wanker", "fuckclump", "cockface", and "arsehat". I cannot go on without pointing out the fact that you have an uncanny ability to be the most annoying child anyone has come into contact with.

With your inutile capability to alienate everyone, your pre-pubescent wit and your reproduction of bigotry and racist slurs you have managed to force people into catapulting hatred your way. But of course, as common as it is with idiots, you are oblivious. You have somehow convinced yourself that you have friends, but i have witnessed them constantly ridicule you endlessly. You are a joke to everyone you have annoyed with your presence. Thank all your religious deities for us not having to look at you all the time. We like our sanity no matter how sketchy it may be. a little advice:

Shut your fucking disease ridden mouth before i fuckstart your face

M

Grogpigs.

2008-06-03T04:07:00.000-07:00

Same old fucking story. i don't know why i bother with human communication sometimes. It seems to me like it would be more productive staying home. Don't get me wrong i like a good binge just as much as the next problematic drinker, but why do i force myself out of my house in order to rub shoulders with the ragtag and bobtail that infect the city when the sun goes down?
I guess its because sometimes i tend to emerge myself in a sea of unknown people. to observe.
Drunk people are the most disgusting and ugly entities, alcohol can turn normal functioning adults into stumbling thoughtless blurry-eyed shadows of the people they were at the beginning of the night. Even the people that look like they can deal with a high concentration of alcohol are impaired just as easily. Weak. The effects of alcohol are meant to be savored, not to be taken for granted nor used as an excuse for anything.

WHICH I HATE. i loathe it when feeble minded cuntslime use alcohol as an excuse for anything they did, it could be they slept with someone that had been beaten with the ugly stick profusely as a child, spent all their money or it could be they got in a fight and pissed their pants. alcohol is not to blame, there are plenty of well maintained people that, even when totally inebriated, can distinguish between the ugly and the gorgeous, know when to stop spending and not punch on nor piss themselves. Not to mention sometimes when scum are drunk the unspoken rules of personal space are thrown overboard. Somehow getting drunk for some people is an excuse to let their moral beliefs sink.

why can't these people hold their alcohol? or do they not want to? either way i which they'd FUCK OFF

M

"Eulogy song"

2008-06-02T01:24:00.000-07:00

Chaser's War on Everything is probally the best free-to-air show for young adults ever. This song is testament of this fact and must be veiwed at least once. It WILL improve your life. No holds barred humour and genius.

the pledge

2008-06-01T18:27:00.000-07:00

*raises glass*
I raise my head and my glass to toast: cloudy days and dark nights, caffiene, globalisation,the female persona, modernisation, dexterity, technology, expansion, medicine, cigarettes, ferocity, anger, bestiality in all its forms, freedom of speech, freedom of choice, alcoholism, music, humour, verbal thrust, violence, the waste, irony, cynicism, pessimism, hyperacidity, hypertension, fame, fortune, everything i aspire, meditation, aggrevation, the inalienable right to an early escape whilst conspiring to bite the hand that feeds, honesty, honour, history, to me, to you, to the end
*swigs drink*

The June Inquisition

2008-05-31T08:50:00.000-07:00

Somewhere between the lounge, the computer chair, and my beloved seedy back porch smoking chair is where I failed the day. I bumbled around notionless, without point nor aspiration, spilling, knocking and falling behind. Sniggering remarks to myself about the annoying entourage of ill-mannered unintelligent masses that crowd my day and haunt my night. Obsolete, it seems, are the days of privacy and decorum, where once a smoker could enjoy a certain magnitude of ettiquette. Is it too hard to understand the simple correlation between smoking and relaxation? Even the most primal of animal life knows if you see smoke don't run toward the fire. Apart from the constant sea of interuption, today i find myself perplexed.

Todays question consisted of 2 parts, "What the fuck am i doing with myself?" and "What the fuck do i want to do with myself?." The less motivated i become in dealing with these propositions, the harder it became to answer. Pondering on this self-examination took up the better part of the morning and by lunch time i had become apathetic toward anything that hurled itself in my path. The thought of opening a blind or a window made me cringe. It seems i wholeheartedly felt the first day of winter, rendering me into a ball of aggrevated fury and habit.

The first drink of the day, much to fews unworthy surprise, arrived early-esque at the grand ol' hour of 3:30pm which was about 4 hours too late. A day of apathy, cynicism, pessimism and alcoholism ensued for me and my ill-mannered unwanted companions and the future was bleak and seemed unforgiving. Today even my favourite feline friend, Kamikaze, was sufficiently abrasive. By late afternoon/early evening i was still troubled and perplexed by the questions that had been the ruin of my morning.

Now at 1am i am still just as perplexed as to the meaning of my exsistance on this brown mortal coil but suffice to say i believe i have answered the question "what the fuck am i doing with myself?" to a level that satisfies my own bitter expectancy. The answer shall remain part of the decrepit decay of stagnate information i choose to keep from public knowledge. Although i will divulge that the answer has not made an iota of difference in the grand scheme of today, infact it only serves as a set back to my own eventual cosmos. I have found new admiration for people that know where they are going...this doesnt mean i have stopped loathing them.

people that are happy in their career remind me distinctly of dynamic lifter.

M

Post- Reflection.

2008-05-31T05:53:00.000-07:00

It seems this blog space has given me the perfect outlet to express my inner thoughts, and up untill now i thought i was being honest with myself. But alas it seems as though i have been unintentionally censoring myself. not allowing myself to truely say how i feel.

In the immortal words of Zach De La Rocha, "your anger is a gift". I had not contemplated the signifigance of that lyric untill now. Anger is powerful, anger is relentless, anger is dynamic, anger is dominate, absolute, influential, honest, omnipotent, potant, versatile, ferocious, un-remitting, un-interupted, un-diluted, un-adulterated, un-limited, Anger is the epitome of emotion, anger puts people at one with their basic primal instincts and should be relished, for there is no stronger state of mind.

Therefore i feel it is my duty to myself to be truely honest with how i portray my thoughts. this is not to say i have not been sincere, it purely means i have not fully defined my remarks.

"Anger is only a natural reaction; one of the mind's ways of reacting to things that it percieves to be wrong. While anger can sometimes lead people to do shocking things, it can also be an instinct to show people that something isn't right." ~anon

M

Sweet sweet sweet vaporous gas

2008-05-25T05:34:00.000-07:00

This precious visible vapor and gases, that is perfectly given off by a burning or smoldering substance, esp. the gray, brown, or blackish mixture of gases and suspended carbon particles resulting from the lushous combustion of organic matter, in this case personified by tobacco, has left me intoxicated by its gratifying effects.

If of course you are unaware of what i am speaking of, i speak of cigarettes... that wonderous legal product. If you are also unaware of its unspeakable pleasure you should try it. It might just change your life.

Be forewarned i do not care if you are against smoking, i also dont care for my health let alone the health of the cretins that surround me, i will stop smoking when i want to stop smoking, not when im told. My cigarettes smell and taste alot better than your oppression and facism...cuntholes.

I respect that you choose to be a tight-fisted wanker.

M

Clusterfuckwits

2008-05-06T10:35:00.000-07:00

When the fuck are you going to die? I'm increasingly sick of constantly being reminded that Darwin was right. you weren't born you were hatched and if you expect me to trust anything you ever say/do you are sadly mistaken......

M

Sniper

2008-04-09T19:37:00.000-07:00

Being the semi nerd i am i have discovered a new game that is the most brilliant thing ever. some of you may wonder what a semi nerd is... it is a person who likes doing nerd things but without the large and ever-expanding intellectual brain power. the game im talking about is Sniper Elite. this game of using tact and stealth to kill countless enemies (graphically) warms the cockles of this black heart. this is part of my on going new years resolution: to share with people some of my positive thoughts on things among the negative or cynical truths. this is definitely a game in which i could spend hours upon hours upon hours.

Sniper Elite (5 stars from me. best.game.ever)

some junkie homeless bitch

2008-03-17T08:49:00.000-07:00

Today in my pointless adventure around a neighboring suburb i was taken back by the amount of filth infecting the downtown street. unshowered old men that stink like rancid fecal matter, to idiotic 10 year old that are smoking and stealing. all these people are worthy of any of the diseases i can wish upon them; although i feel compelled to focus all my bitterness to the certain kind of person i unfortunately had to communicate with.

i was smoking a cigarette minding my own fucking business when a fested looking woman sits down near me. Now a good pre-text to this story would be that i just spent my last money on smokes and was only in possession of 70 measly cents. i give her a look of disgust and begin to get up and walk away from this person who smelt worse than she looked which is beyond belief.
she follows me for a few meters before basically yelling "oi mate, can i have 3 bucks?".
rude-fucking-bitch.
i reach into my pocket and grab my last $0.70....at this point i am more interested in getting away from this douche. i drop the change into his rancid womans hand and she says.......nothing.
not one "thanks" or "cool" or "fuck" nothing. not only did i just give her my LAST 70 cents i also didnt tell her to fuck off and she didnt even thank me! AND while im questioning her ethics who the fuck asks for 3 dollars when they are after money..... isn't that a bit fucking rich.... when you are a beggar you take what you can get and be thankful that anyone gave you anything, you ungrateful cuntslime. last time i give money to anyone EVER.

next time you ask for money try asking which way the moving cars are and do us all the favour of killing yourself.........bitch.

M

???

2008-03-11T07:52:00.000-07:00

i wonder if its possible to hurt someone purely by wishing them pain.

any ideas on how one would do this? anyone found the secret of causing agonising physical pain using only mind-power/concentrated hate? i would be interested in learning this useful skill.

M

FUUUCK

2008-03-11T06:39:00.000-07:00

God i hate those little paper umbrellas they put in peoples homo drinks.

M

sweet filly

2008-03-10T21:22:00.000-07:00

My conclusion of analysis, generally and specifically lately, of women i am interested in is not broad for the simple fact that basically me being interested in relationships with anyone is a futile exercise at this point. but alas i find myself caught up in the wheelings and dealings of what i will admit to be as a mutual flirting relationship. we seem to be contempt flirting around the edges of admitting that we like each other, although this is possibly a good thing for now it has occurred to me that this girl is possibly more trouble than i wish to accept. i have found that among her usual good humour and fun insults lies a touchy and volatile underbelly.

After few displays of her mistaking my humour for seriousness i notice she cannot usually tell when i am joking and when i am not. This is quite disheartening as it usually results in me feeling like i have to scream, and draw attention to the fact that she takes my jokes too seriously. As out of practice i am at courting women i am willing to entertain the notion that it is me with the problem, but it has been apparent before that she takes things out on people that dont deserve it..

As it hasn't happened enough for me to totally with-hold from speaking to her, i am slowly being pushed away.. maybe thats the way it should be.. maybe thats the way i like it.. maybe im looking for the kind of girl that hates me sometimes, maybe its what i deserve. all time low.

fucking make it easier!! .........loco woman!

M

Edit:
On recent pursuits i have come to relise this woman only serves as the mouthpeice for undesirable women around this brown mortal coil. Therefore any attempt to further communications with her would be futile at best. Limp minded bawd.

The Cynical Kitten

2008-03-07T22:00:00.000-08:00

I am quite aggrevated at juvenile and untalented wanks that think it is funny to ruin good graffiti art with mere drawings of cocks or the equivilent their tag. People work fucking hard to be good at what they do and graffiti is no exception. It seems that "Capping"(1) as it is known is becoming evermore popular with dickheads generally with the talent and intelligence of a burnt stick. THESE fuckclumps are the reason why graffiti has a bad name, THESE are the fuckclumps that give youth a bad name, and THESE are the kind of people i would get much enjoyment out of watching them perish.

if i ever catch some piss-ant bombing any of my peices i will twist their heads off.

M

1. Capping = drawing tags or unwanted drawings on peices of graffiti

Dylan Moran

2008-02-12T07:44:00.000-08:00

This man is the epitome of genius and humour. He is a tribute to mans endurance in a medium sized black suit and messy hair. A smoking, drinking demigod and you shall bow at his feet and voice your inferiority to all that surrounds.

Fuck the tube.

2008-02-12T02:39:00.000-08:00

Theres really only a few things i dont hate about television. Keeping in mind i am of low socioeconomic stature and cant afford a still somewhat expensive sattelite dish corroding on my roof and subsequently i am subject to the diminutive and uninspiring free-to-air television that is killing me slowly and painfully from the inside of my eyeballs.

I can name only a handful of shows that actually appeal to me and my age group, yet they are constantly interrupted by idiotic and repetitive advertisements telling me to stop smoking or to get a free holiday to a place i don't fucking care about if i take out a home loan for which they wont approve me for anyway and they are subject to constant editing of episodes in order to fit them in a late night time slot to fill their youth content expectations.

Shows that push the boundaries and are informative with actual facts and genuinely appeal to a large audience of young people and young adults are torn down by other facets of the media industry either saying they are offensive or inappropriate in some way. Chasers War On Everything springs to mind also south park. When will these fucking absurdly unintelligent wankers get over their precious and insignificant little lives, lower their exorbitant moral expectations of their seemingly human inequivalent and open their feeble and decrepit minds to the importance of the entertainment and information for younger generations of people.

Bring back "Recovery" you fucking foreskin diseased muppets.

M

peoples over-indulgance

2008-02-10T18:46:00.000-08:00

Spending some time on internet monstrosity Myspace lately and i cant help but notice the amount of desperate people infecting the web. People that write detailed, meaningful, pathetic blurbs about their lives beleiveing people care about their deplorable exsistances and how they hate smokers and they love eating their own shit, tooting their own horn and masterbating violently because they can do it better. I came across something yesterday that made me both cringe and laugh bitterly at not only the stupidity, but to the extent that this one girl divulged on a public and most likely well-visited site. after seeing a photo of her wrapped in nothing but a bed sheet with her cliche mascara running i read on.

she writes "I mean give me a break i have parents of my own and i don't need my birthmother in my life. I mean she is the one that chose to abuse me and neglect and let her boyfriend molest me and almost drowned me for christ's sake." she goes on and on, pointlessly about how her birthmother wont leave her alone then starts a new paragraph with this little peice of writing genius. "Then to make it worse i find a brother whom tells me that if i wasn't his sister and i wasn't married that he would make love to me in a second." Sounds like a brilliant family envirmonment. Her real mum wants her back in her life after years of abuse, probally so they can regain some sort of welfare benifit and her brother wants to fuck her brains out. incest.....enough said.

Her little rant about herself didnt have its desired effect on me. am i ment to feel sorry for her? am i supposed to add this person as a "friend" and try and get along with someone like that, am i supposed to think a little self-indulgent attention seeking blurb makes her a stronger person. i dont want to know your problems. And if i did, which i dont, i would ask whats wrong. You see the thing with humans is we are all hopelessly selfish. Nobody REALLY cares 100% about you. Have u ever told someone close to you a problem and instead of trying to talk to you about it as if u were competant in understanding your own situation, they start talking about their experiences somehow making a connection between situations and pretending that it made them feel the same? that somehow because they had been through something slightly similar they feel they have the right to know how anyone feels? of course you have. These are the people (90% or more of human society) that make me sick and want to break my own legs. From oversharing blabbering idiots to the normal functioning selfish adults...... i have no time for you.

kill yourself.....quickly

M

i quit.

2008-02-10T03:50:00.000-08:00

Most people that i deal with are the absolute bottomfeeders of society, bloodsucking leeches on the arse of the world. once upon a time i thought i could help the scum but alas as current and recent events unfold i cant help but feel like id rather cause their problems then help them through their problems.

i know half of them are victims of circumstance and i should feel sorry for them but they dont even feel sorry for themselves. A good percent of them are just as mentally able as their social oppisite yet they feel the need to make other peoples lives hard for the pure fact of making them feel better that their life is fucked up. I DONT CARE ABOUT YOU. All you fuckers could disapear and it wouldnt matter because you have made little-to-no impact on anyone besides the victims of ur senseless and faceless cowardly crimes. your parents dont even care for you they care about the cashola they get from the government for having to deal with your meaningless presence.

sure i like a good angry rant at the expense of others and i also like speaking like the world owes me a favour but it has no consequence on any of your lives, except giving u an insight into who i can be. Im not commiting crimes that not only are pointless but are also stupid and careless.If you are going to commit a crime do it right with some tact and some thoughtfulness you unwashed, under-educated, feebleminded delinquents.

go play on a busy road!

M

Les Claypool,

2008-02-09T22:34:00.000-08:00

There are few people that i find are gods among men, les of course, is one of these people. but then again looking at his feirce talent and abnormal personality he possibly might not be from this earth. Les and all his bands (primus, oysterhead, L.C and the frog brigade etc) have all been added to the infamous "things i DONT hate" list. there are few things on this list so i thought it would be easier, basically because i am untalented, procatinating, rotton to the core....farce of a human. anyway BOW DOWN TO LES BECAUSE YOU WEAK MORTALS ARE INFERIOR!

Dear Bitch

2008-02-09T22:01:00.000-08:00

This person i live with is as stupid as she is aggrevating. She makes me want to throw large objects at her in hope it somehow crushes and kills her. It would almost be worth going to jail. It has gotten to the point of constant annoyingness where looking at her makes me want to yell profanity and belittling comments. i will from now on refer to her inparticular as THE bitch.

The bitch is a 5 foot 3 ball of pure frustrating habits and dialogue, she is the queen of abrasive and irrational behaviours. Her non-stop talking at the top of lungs in a pitch that would make a circular saw at 630am seem less grating, makes me feel like i want to take a rusty staple and hammer it through my foreskin onto a wild pig.

She also has an uncanny habit of sleep walking. she also asks questions in her sleep that dont make an ounce of sence..perhaps i should direct her off a close but highly raised cliff face. but i dont think id be able to handle the constant chatter.

It is completely possible that the bitch will make me go insane. let hope if i do, i go mental enough to be able to withstand the ultimate power of her displeasing and jarring nature.

yours impatiently

M

After more constant aggrevation i am compelled to continue this post. YOU FUCKING BITCH you sit so high up on your little pedistal, looking down on what you think to be dirty peasants only around for your empowerment as a PATHETIC HUMOUROUSLY STUPID INVALID.
you told me you dont want to help me... tell me you hate me it would make wanting to kill you so much more worth while. your rotted core is not worth all the hatred i will constantly hurl your way, i only hope that some of it embodies a hard fast moving object that you can step infront of ... ie a bus.

please blow your brains out... you pithy selfish fucking tard

Letter to an Ex bad friend.

2008-02-09T20:43:00.000-08:00

To Cocksucker.

Other than your mysterious ability to bare, what most people would call, attractive offspring i see no use for you. I dont know what you are for. It seems from years of trying to lick your own arsehole and enjoying the scent of your own farts you have obtained the correct amount of flexability to insert your entire head. In fact your ever increasingly repulsive head is that far up your own rectum, as unfortunate as it is for you, that you cannot even think rationally nor maintain the appropriate ethical and moral boundries that ordinary people uphold.

It seems as though i do not have the vocabulary or sharpness of tongue to express my hatred for you and your kind. I can only look at you in pity as you openly let life as you knew it fall through your hands. I cant wait to see your girlfriend (in the not so distant future), who also has a broad cocktail of mental disfuntions, leave you. clawing away like a wet kitten made moronic and dumb by your influence. And while i am on the subject of your beloved slut, i just want to make it abundantly clear that i am opposed to her in every facet of human life. She is quite possibly the most unattractive, unintelligent, uninsightful, dull excuse for a woman i have ever had the displeasure of meeting. To me she is the epitome of hideous and repellent women. although i find her more a valid person than i find you.

For the future i wish you everything you seem to be trying to achieve, like... a prosperous life of lonelyness and betrayal, relationships built on bad sex and desperateness, parents that think you are childish and unevolved and continued backstabbing and showing your true colours for everyone to see and decide to hate you almost a fraction as much as i do. that being said I also wish you disease, heartbreak, poverty and a slow painfull demise.

In conclusion maybe i can speak for all your former friends that you have stabbed in the back and made pity you for the way you have handled your maudlin, impotent and pathetic justification of a life, FUCK YOU!!!

please die quietly......maggot.

yours sincerely

M