Down these mean streets.

I love old film noirs, movies without heroes, where everyone is a flawed bastard in their own right. The women are lovely femme fattales, and pack as much of a punch as their male counterparts, and are offten much deadlier. They have soft sultry voices, and eyes that ensnare you, and their prey. The men, even the "good guys" are very rarely good guys, they are flawed, violent, and bitter, they are more believable. And 99% of film noirs have that sad ending where neither the hero or the villian ever get what they want, and more than likely one of them is dead. There is no uplifing end to A touch of evil, and that is why i love that movie.

Somthing not very nice.

Optimists, my mortal enemy on this planet, Superman has Lex Luthor, I have people who have sunshine coming out of their ass. i want to design a gun, or crossbow, or even a trebuchet that flings rabid pissed off badgers in the direction of optimists. Or gather a whole mass of optimists for a...fuck i don't know whatever they like...a rainbow and kitten convention, and when they have all gathered, seal the doors and release a swarm of Great white shark/Velociraptor hybrids unto them. Ah, jsut the thought of all of them screaming and me coming over the PA system and making the last words they hear "Hey, look on the brightside....you dont have to go to work tommorow!" A boy can dream i suppose.

Over the edge, and through the trees...right into the wall.

What the hell is "the edge", you hear it oft mentioned in conversation, and spoke of as "oh look Timmy's gone over the fucking edge!" How do we know what the edge is unless we go over it? then again "Going over the edge" might be something like setting fire to an orphanage, and roasting marshmallows as kids scream.

My Atomic Garden.

Some days you just want to drop a fucking nuke on the whole goddamn world and laugh like a maniac whilst everything around you disintegrates. It's a rather pleasing thought in a way, and on the bright side as a fan of fallout 3 and the mad max movies, i have already grown to appreciate an atomic wasteland. Although my car is no where near as cool as mad max's, so I've got that going against me.

A voice from on high.

I hate organized Religion, and not because I'm some sort of militant Atheist. I despise it because of the believers complete and utter self assuredness that THEY are right, they of ANY Religion. I went outside and found a pamphlet about how Jesus died for my sins, how nice of him. Of course I have to pledge my unending loyalty to him in order to reap any sort of benefit from it. How juvenile. I have no problem with believing in something that gives you hope. It's a rather nice feeling, however I do not like the compulsion to make Me believe in YOUR God. I have no need for a God or Gods as the case may differ. I believe in myself and my own abilities. I do not want to go to your church, or your place of worship, or your flying saucer, I have no need. Keep your fucking pamphlets off of my car. I don't want you to arrive at my door. If you want to believe in omnipoten beeings, or karma, or space aliens that came here years ago, I do not care. Just don't try to force it down my throat. Hail Xenu.

Why I like ugly music.

I cannot stand asshats like T-Pain, Brittany, Lady Gaga, Justin Beiber. Not talent fuckwits who use autotune to make them selves sound "better" which makes them sound like Peter Weller in Robocop. I would rather here music with flaws, not something so heavily edited that it resembles some sort of audio version of a sterilized hotel room. I want to hear Black Flag's Damaged, the Bad Brains Self titled, or hear Ian mackaye creaming "We're just a minor threat" way out of tune. Somthing with flaws that would remind me that this is music, something made to express emotion and not just get a song on the radio. I cannot stand listenting to a cd and hearing flawless perfection. Thats why i love neweer bands like this bike is a pipebomb, or ghostmice, or Andrew Jackson Jihad. Anything were it's a guy who can barely sing, and people playing instruments to the best of their raw imperfect ability. I am not a flawless pretty person, why the fuck would I want flawless pretty music?

The theory of emotional nihilism.

There is something incredibly soothing about simply not giving a fuck about how a relationship turns out one way or the other, it's like a security blanket. To never commit fully to it is something you can do to cushion the blow in the incredibly likely event of a breakup. This does have it's dangers though, as being that detached should come with trepidations, like almost becoming a sense, never really being completely there.Which is more dangerous, being there with great risk, or never being there at all?

Visions in an ethernet fog.

I love omegle, and for all the wrong reasons. The idea is incredibly simple, pair strangers, and let them talk. This would be a swell new way to meet new people if it wasn't on the internet, because once you give people anonymity the asshole inside most of us seems to rear its dispicable head. The site is at least one third dudes wanting a chick to cyber with. A noble cause for them I'm sure, however begingin every conversation asking if aI want to cyber can get old really quick, this is where the game starts. I let them think I'm a girl, get em to talk for another few lines, and they inevitably ask for pics, at which point i link them to a drag queen pick on flickr. Most are put off by this, pride and arousal hurt by a hairy man wearing a tight fitting dress and messy wig. Some try to match wits and bring back some of their pride. However if you ACTUALY happen to find a decent person to talk to, and have a normal conversation with someone, that alone in it's own way is pervere. It's like the "single serving friend" speech in fight club. You talk to these people, find out about where they love, or their favorite bands, or who they would fuck given the chance, then you part ways. You just spent anywhere from five minutes or upwards talkign to someone, learning things about them only for them to vanish into the fog of the ethernet world, never to be seen again. in a way it's bittersweet to actualy talk to someone you could be friends with, and then they're gone. Omegle is most certainly an interesting concept. Much like the force it can be used for the light side of the force, or the darkside of the force.

Hippy Haiku, Brother Trucker!

The dead are all around
Dead eyes and jaws dripping blood
My damn shotgun jams.

The pain is gruesome
I have the hunger for brains
once man now a zombie

A new dawn has come
the undead now stalk the earth
The world is ours now

Proof of being a sour bastard.

I like the rain, no that isn't entirely true. I love the rain, and not just precipitation itself, I love the weather that goes along with it, cold, dark sky's. It is a sort of beautiful somber moment, when the rain is pouring and the wind is howling, complimented by the overall cacophony of the pounding rain. It is even better if it's a thunderstorm. To stand and watch lightning crackle through the sky with a thunderous roar is sight. I also enjoy the simple fact that so many of the perpetually happy people are completely put off by this natural occurrence. Most optimists are completely out of their element in the rain, they dont like it, they would rather it be sunny out. Because of that I've come to the conclusion that optimists cannot see true natural beauty, as they are blinded by a need for things that make them feel happy. Their Loss.

The first entry is always the most painful.

I find it completely hilarious that people, when at shops or the like, can be so disrespectful. It is a dangerous thing to do, a clerk will always find a way to get vengeance. Be it messing with your food, or outright confrontation, there will always be a time when a clerk simply just feels the need to let lose in a blaze of foul language, or simply messing with the customer. Like not giving them a receipt, or floor salt, or simply messing with them by inserting the word penis randomly into conversation, and making it seem like you have tourettes. For a creative, disgruntled clerk messing with the general populace is a fine art, not unlike calligraphy. When i worked at a video game store that rhymed with lame shop, I discovered one of the most fun things to do to those asshats that come in and show no respect is pretend you're deaf, they feel bad, and most for some reason speak louder. Another instance was to randomly whisper blut on the phone if a customer called. Yes i was one of those angry clerks, the ones you hated, and loathed, but like the tag line of clerks says, just because we serve you doesn't mean we like you.