hmm, here it is, the
end, like i feared, whoop te doo
resurrection blues

colored eggs, candy
easter cards, ishtar worship
sunday brunch, jesus....check

well here it is, the
pagan holiday where the
guy from judaism

came back to life and
a bunch of people wrote books
about Him, enjoy

i wanted to say
something profound but i can't
think of anything

so this is it eh
and the damn thing will still work
we will see next day

yes the nazis at
microsoft want to ban folks
on nudity etc

etc, ban guns, etc..i
say we have them all lined up
and made to eat sugar

I just saw an ad
for an electric shocker
that fits on your dick.

This was on Facebook.
I've lost all hope for mankind.
I had to get one.

I want to raise figs.
Get my hands down in the dirt.
Plant, water, harvest.

People will see me.
And they will think only this:
Dirty fig plucker!

Malted milk eggs, though.
Scrape out all the malt sugar,
chop and then snort it.

If that's not enough,
melt it down and inject it.
There's no going back.

Heroin and meth,
they are like sooo yesterday.
Malt eggs fuck you up!

If you do not sin,
then Jesus died for nothing.
Be bad for Jesus!

this is the night when
they nail him to the old cross
all is fucked, then bam...

it is the scary
time known as passover, both
a plague and a

lesson of time and space

i wonder if this
place will still be postable
after the 31st?

they wanted me to
make a decision on some
thing i could care less

about one hundred per-
cent as if organizing toothpicks
was a life and death thing

existential end
all is nothing, i want to
boing you like an an

i can hear you floyd
any anonymity
is wires in my brain

Set the controls for
the heart of the sun, the heart
of the sun, the heart...

how long is a chinaman
and he called me last night
very funny American joke

It's beyond "website".
I'm a bi-tempered guy with
a short sex organ.

Make your penis huge.
Magical porn star cock pills.
Viagra dot cum.

its just a website...
im a bisexual guy
with a short temper

irish german and
ill miss this place, or you know
april fools, its still here

I am bored with this
So I will go away now
Manipulated

That sounds so sexy
But words can deceive us all
Into foolishness

So have at me chief
Or chef? Let the insults fly
Plunger in my ass?

So I go away
Unlike you, i do mean it.
One, two, three, four, five

Me; cute hippie chicks
DF; Asian prostitutes
VHS; his hand

Thank you VHS
You are so dang amusing
Hilarious hate

Life didn't turn out right
So you lash out in anger
Whenever provoked

Just like Pavlov's dog.
If his dog was a racist
And homophobic.

All I did to you
Was to hold up a mirror...
Didn't like what you saw...

something woke up last
night in me that all the crap
just fell away...off

feelings are easily hurt
someone said dont pay attention
to him on the way out

of work tonight.
i feel like not showing up tomorrow
to let those people do without me

Nothing precedeth
mine bitter weltanschauung
finally: my balls

Opening Day Tribute:

the crack of the bat?
behold the crack of my ass
I hate baseball games

You boys got so mean
Taking away all the fun.
Makes goodbye easy.

what's sad about the
end of old things that to me
seems like it did not

have to happen to
begin with but the right folks
lost their interest

did not care, followed
a trend, or ended a good
friendship due to a

stupid need to be right

i will wait and see
if the owner of this old
site puts a new thing

up, till that time, farewell

well since you are a
math geek old friend, tell me of
grahams number would you?

me being an asshole
had a real purpose sometimes
i find more conservative

people feel they can
be honest when theres the
sort of doublethink

that orwell warned of
in 1984...and it is evil
but mushroom soup if

done right, damn good now

i value human life
so when i hear about that i
think jordan petersens

segments about how
much evil faith the columbine
murderers had...i

think weve too many
snowflakes and theyre all vulnerable
to lies and evil

ofcourse i look at hentai!
and swear like a lunatic
save the fucking world df

or you will answer to me for eternity

i dont care, your own
stuff is old hat to me df
i dont want a cult

i was on this site
with hypnosis fetishists
and now im too mad

to think of sex i
am aiming for letting go...man is
worth it, all is suffering

fuck it, forgive them

I never could figure out the whole Jim Jones Kool-Aid thing... I mean, cyanide, great and all... but why kill all your follower and then yourself??? He should have killed them and kept all their money and property and gotten rich, claiming insanity when brought to trial. He could then have gone on talk shows and inspired other people to buy Nikes and catch the next space ship via way of KCN almond flavored Kook-Aid. Yummy!
He could have been a hero, just like crazy old Charlie, but no...
I need my own cult. Bring me offerings of figs and young prostitutes and various mind altering substances! Bring them now!

Ergot scrotal warts
transport me to other planes.
Come, follow me now!

Perhaps the Kool-Aid
is the normal thing to do.
Who are we to judge?

The older I get
the more pointless it all seems.
I've no hope at all.

The world will soon die.
In one or a billion years.
Drink up while you can.

Fine dining and wine.
Or heroin and Kool-Aid.
It doesn't matter.

Whichever you choose,
destroy yourself or the world,
God will be laughing.

people set up their
cults and call it normal and
then drink the cool aid

meh heh heh heh heh
someone tells me the program
always wins, gosh darn

isolated inter
net meme belief systems
lmao...fine

I have to go write
a chemistry lab report
for a spoiled kid.

No no no.... I'm a math whore.
I could never work in a kitchen.

Here's a fun one for you: Pick up a novel written 100 years ago, 80 years, 60... and so on until a present day novel.
That should depress you enough to make you go on a homicidal rampage.

dude, i work in a
kitchen. i love it. I like
the men and women

i work with. A good
bunch they are you see, maybe
you're crazy enough

to work there as well

Sports would not bore me
if only more people died.
Typhoon wind surfing.

Explosive footballs.
Tornado parachuting.
Grizzly bear jousting.

And the ever popular shouting
"get your ass back in the kitchen"
at a feminist march.

well the arts did so
suffer in these digital
times or im just old...

donald trump is a
caricature already, you cant
get more cartoonish

i had a belief
that one speaks their mind if
they can get away

with it, even with
faith, politics, sex, and sports
sports talk scares me much

rotten artistic
temper doesn't really sit
well with me either :X

well the problem with
you is i like you so i
think god had a plan

for this endless round
of haiku poems and so
on, keep in touch then

Hate isn't so bad.
And, like a bisexual,
it can go both ways.

Which hate is stronger.
It will kill us in the end.
Divided we fall.

I, for one, am glad.
Mankind deserves no better.
Look at what we've done.