Pretty much, pretty much, pre- oh fuck it. Repetition is a powerful tool of mine for some reason, likes to pop its ugly head up into my life whenever it has a chance just so it can dig around for awhile before popping back down out of sight.

It's like a tapeworm, you don't want to like it, but you kind of do. After all, you can eat whatever you want and still lose weight constantly, and it's like a little pet inside of you that will love you more than any puppy ever could.

...yeah. It's kind of like that. Of course, tapeworms eventually kill you in the end, so next time you're going shopping for a pet, you'll probably want to consider the puppy. You won't eventually have to murder your puppy to make sure you can stay alive in the end.

In addition, we're getting towards that lovely time of year. We've already gone through Autumn's Rape of Summer, and now we're experiencing the precursor to the Nuclear Winter that is the stunning result of Autumn's crass and unpleasant actions. I hate that point of the year, it's so bleak and empty. Winter basically demands that one find a supply of hugs and close friends from somewhere, because unless you do, that shit's going to rape you in no time.

So, yay Autumn, thanks for being a total asshole. Yay Winter, thanks for sucking so much. Yay Life, thanks for not supplying me with the only two things I need to survive the approaching Apocalypse that's about to engulf my world. Fuck you, Life, fuck you and fuck whatever made you reach this point where I have to sit here and say, "Fuck you, Life."

In short, the Lady of Darkness is on her way again, flowing in like a thick wave of crude oil. She's ready, she's so wet and ready and wants nothing more than to coat everything with a thick layer of despair and emptiness. So, fuck her too, hell, why not.


"So I'm holding her hand again,
My palm sweats,
Hold on...
Think I've had too much coffee,
I'm manic as hell,
But I'm goin' strong."


I must admit, the "her" in there isn't meant to be that Whore of Fucking Shit, but it works out pretty well I'd say, neat coincidence. Meanwhile, that dumb cunt Winter marches every onwards towards me, ready to fuck that dumb Whore and have a litter of fucking awful children just like whatever Greek bitch of a creature gave birth to the hellspawn of hydra and whatever the fuck else.

Well, you stupid fuck, bring on your slings and arrows, because god damn it, I've survived your shit in New York, and by the time you reach Michigan, you're going to be weak as hell you fucking cunt. Just bring it, go ahead and try, and hopefully before you start knocking on my door I'll have collected a little of those two important things I need most to fight you off...

...

Beat you off...

Heh.





Answer to last time's riddle:

"'Is something wrong', she said.
Well of course there is,
'You're still alive', she said.
Oh, and do I deserve to be...
Is that the question?
And if so...if so...who answers...who answers..."

So... you lost.