This sidewalk is mine. Enjoy the mud.

Impregnate women! Own the future!

Fuck fear. Your fucking other things.

Why fear the unknown, when you can CONQUER IT.

Everyone that hates you will be dead one day.

Vagina. The breakfast of champions.

"Your's" is just another word for things I haven't taken yet.

I don't need a role model. I own a mirror.

YOU ARE BETTER THAN GOD! HE HAD TO REST!

The truth about the juggalo scene comes out...

No amount of loyalty, determination, self-sacrifice, or heroism will deflect an incoming intercontinental ballistic missile.

And by the way, Twilight sucks so much that it hurts everything that is literature. Just thought I'd bring that up again.

http://baetzler.de/humor/meat_beings.html

^----------Now this is a good story.

If sarcasm was chlorine gas, we'd all be dead now. ~ Management.

My girlfriend found a note someone left for me in my yearbook so long, long ago. This is my response to it. You can tell what I'm going on about rather quickly, and you can tell that I was not altogether pleased with her 'holier than thou' approach:


Fancy that, my girlfriend was flipping through my year book when, hark and behold, I found this little note you had slipped in there. Do you remember what it said?

"Lee, God has put it on my heart to share with you the wonderfull joy that is Jesus. I know you don't beleive, but you should start thinking about your future. Let me tell you, hell is not a fun place. It is a place of eternal torment. Where hevan is a place of eternal joy! Picture a place where the streets are made of gold (sounds similar to something they told immigrants interested in coming to America way back when)! No joke! and a tree that has 7 diffrent kind of fruit. It is the best place ever!

Satin loses Lee, he knows it. and yet wants to fight God! he wants as many souls as he can get. He loves to torment people. I am telling you this because I care.

Your Friend,

Julia Coleman"



And as I read this little note, filled with naively religious zeal and indoctrinated fervor, I found myself asking, "What brought this on? Who says I am going to Hell?"

Let me offer this in rebuttal to any kind of religious prattle you may spew.

"We must question the story logic of having an all-knowing, all-powerful God, who creates faulty humans, and then blames them for his own mistakes." -Gene Roddenberry (1921-1991)

"The essence of Christianity is told in us in the Garden of Eden story. The subtext is, All the suffering you have is because you wanted to find out what was going on. You could be in the Garden of Eden if you just kept your fucking mouth shut and hadn't asked any questions..."Get smart and I'll fuck you over," sayeth the Lord. Is this not an absolutely anti-intellectual religion?" Frank Zappa (1940-1993)

"Religion has actually convinced people that there's an invisible man, living in the sky, who watches everything you do every minute of every day of your life. And he has a list of ten things he does not want you to do. And if you do any, ANY of these ten things, he has a special place full of fire and smoke and ash and torture where he will send you to suffer and burn and scream and cry forever and ever until the end of time.

...But he loves you. He loves you and he needs MONEY!" George Carlin

"Is God willing to prevent evil, but not able? Then he is not omnipotent.
Is he able, but not willing? Then he is malevolent.
Is he both able AND willing? Then whence cometh evil?
Is he neither able nor willing? Then why call him God?" Epicurus

You see, life is hard. Very hard. But it is even harder when you are stupid. And there are many types of stupidity. Close-mindedness, ignorance, and naivete are all forms of stupidity. I've witnessed first-hand how people, completely rational, intelligent people abandon something as basic as common sense in favor of mystical beliefs. If things are bad, they pray for things to be better. If it does get better, your prayer is answered. If not, it's Gods will. As if your pathetic prayer could sway your God from his grand plan. You remember that, do you not? His Great Scheme, how everything is planned out according to his wishes? So, you praying for me is in fact going against his grand plan, and you are in fact trying to usurp the power of God. Is that not a sin?

Let me tell you something. I'm a sinner, and I love it. Not because I hate God, nor because I love the devil. Satan is but a fictitious being that your church created to frighten them. In fact, the Church of Satan is founded on the belief that Satan is actually just our primal urges, NATURAL urges that the church frowns upon. Which is odd, because most of those urges are needed to survive or procreate. Anyway, I digress. I am who I am, and many things I do are sinful. I enjoy sex. Anal sex even, which is considered 'sodomy', even when it is with a woman. I enjoy watching porn, and writing it as well. I enjoy sleeping in, and I enjoy overeating. I'm narcissistic and vain, all because I wish to look good in the eyes of others, which is a 'deadly' sin. Good old Pride. I covet the wealth of others, and I horde and steal and cheat when it works in my favor. Why? Because I, as a human being, look favorably on myself more than any others. Even Christians with their altruistic demeanor are selfish. How so? Everything you do is used to earn passage into heaven. Do you enjoy charity work? Good, you helped the homeless...Because YOU enjoyed it. Selfish.

I, too, am selfish, but I don't hide behind the guise of purity, nor do I put on false airs as to what should or should not be 'good' or 'evil'. I do not judge others, nor tell them they are going to hell. No, I simply live my life as I see fit. So I think boys are cute, and wouldn't mind enjoying intercourse with them. So I do not accept a man as my savior, who died for sins I had not committed, based on a story that makes it out that women are the root cause of our expulsion from the Garden of Eden. So I worship myself more than I do a fictional, sensationalized deity for which I have no respect.

But you know what? At least I enjoy my life, and I do not constantly fret and worry about redemption because if there is a God, and he is as loving and kind and just as you make him out to be, he would accept me anyway. You know why? Because to not accept me means he is a petty God, worried by small things. Small things like humans who he has given the gift of choice and wonders why they left him to play all alone by himself. To refuse me entry to Heaven, by your own standards, your God would have to be malicious, cruel, and very narrow-minded, not an omnipotent, omniscient, all-loving being of the cosmos. I am who I am, and either God accepts me as his creation, or he can not be accepted as a divine power and is unworthy of worshipful praise.

So, yeah, it was nice getting back in touch with you though I really have no clue who you are.

Dost vedonya Tovarish!

~Nekko

http://e621.net/post/show/19343/animated-awesome-destruction-epic-fire-flash-journ

Best furry music flash ever.

"I don't want to kill you, and you don't want to be dead."

- Danny Glover

Racist:

I love everybody!...Except you.

Shut down sequence initiated. Don't let the bed bugs bite.

By the way, I shop like the Puritans have sex - In and out in three minutes, and only for the procreation of children.

Stab them in the Hope with your Ennui

Well, I have to say that I'm rather sad today, but I'm getting by. It's not one of those unjustified feelings of sadness that are so prevalent in today's culture. No, the reason for my depression is a personal loss. Believe it or not, the day after my brother left for Kuwait my Great Uncle Arvid passed away. I don't know yet if it was acute pneumonia or a heart attack, but it surprised everyone, especially me, and has caused me to break down into helpless tears in front of both my girlfriend and roommate. This was a bear of a man, nearly eighty-one years old, and he was a proud part of a marriage that lasted sixty years. He was always laughing, smiling, and my father especially loved him. Arvid and Dee (my aunt) were kind of his second parents, you see. He loved cars and worked on them until he retired. I believe he restored classical cars, and he enjoyed driving them even though he retired from working on them. He lived up in Michigan, and had a townhouse next to the shore of Lake Superior. Any of you familiar with the waters of that lake know that it's temperature likes to hover somewhere just above freezing, even at the height of summer heat.

I don't want a bunch of messages from you people saying "Oh my God, I'm so sorry", this is just a kind of personal memorial to him. He was a good man, always full of wisdom and friendship, kindness and love, and he helped me when I needed it, and I always thanked him, profusely, and I always told him I loved him, him and my aunt as well. I have no regrets caused by his passing, but I do cherish his memories, and I feel the all-too-human emotions of sadness and sorrow, because any loss should leave you with a despairing feeling inside. It let's you realize that you loved them, and still love them, and will miss them even though they are gone. I will never see my great uncle again, and though this saddens me, I am cheered by having known him, and take solace in being able to have experienced twenty years of his friendship. So, though still sad, and my is heart grieving, I feel somewhat better, and am hoping that the sun will shine for his funeral tomorrow. He always did love the sun.


Rest in peace old friend, and may the light shine on your back on the new lush green trails that await you.

I passed this little message along to someone who blocked me after two messages, the first being a compliment, the second expressing amused surprise at her curt, not to mention rude, response. The last message I received from her was "Enjoy your block". So, using an alternate SN, I passed this along:





"Dear snooty, uptight little tart who lacks the ability to capitalize her sentences and add punctuation marks where they are due,

I send you this condemnation because you are more than deserving. I gave you a compliment, and you were rude, snide, and altogether anti-social. Though I'm sure you have your reasons, none of them are valid and your errant disregard for proper conversation etiquette is appalling. It is people like you who make the world a bad place, obviously assuming the worst and spreading hatred and cruelty amongst the populace. People like you are a plague, a disease, a cancerous tumor that needs to be sliced out of the collective whole. You are the scum of the internet worth less than what could be scraped from the bottom of my shoe via the use of an old penny. You are an unwanted child that seriously should have been aborted and, barring that, swallowed or dropped on cement. Repeatedly. People like you, who I shall group with those misguided individuals who assume that being 'bitchy' earns them some sort of grudging respect (though in truth just earns them enemies), should be drug out into the street by their hair, forced against a wall, have the muzzle of a gun placed to their temple, and then have the contents of their skull evacuated by use of a chunk of metal at high speeds as an example to the world around them that your kind are unworthy of something precious like life. The combined aggregate of you and your entire family is likely to be worth less than the sludge at the bottom of the cesspool you undoubtedly crawled out of, if your character is any proof of this. You are disgusting. Worthless. A scar marring what would normally be considered a beautiful stretch of humanity. People like you should be thrown into a large hole and burned alive with other decrepit wretches like yourself. I'm sure that your parents, if they could see how you treated people online, would be shocked and appalled at your rude behavior. If not, then I must say that that merely strengthens my opinion of them and their spawn. On the whole, horrid parenting is partially to blame for all of this, but, in truth, the fault by majority lies with you, you haughty little upstart. If you had half of the wherewithal that you put into your snide retorts I would think that a rather grand conversation would have blossomed from our chance meeting over the electrical signals and archived data that is the internet. But alas, you have to be this rude, sophomoric little brat who takes offense and suspects foul-play from the random strangers out in the world. Let me make this clear to you CHILD, how you treat people will directly effect your life as a whole, so I suggest you move past your infantile beliefs, grow up, and start acting like a responsible person, otherwise someday some angry man whom you've snubbed will drag you out of a bar or similar place to an alley and beat in your face with a tire iron. After such an act of incoherent rage, I do so hope that you will live so that you may reflect on your abhorrent character flaws, your obvious short-comings as a human being, and realize that if how you act is any reflection on how you treat people online, then obviously you are not a good person. In fact, you barely equate to a person. You are more of a slug. Simply a piece of a larger infestation that need only be exterminated in order for real prosperity to blossom in mankind. It's people like you that hold us back, all in all, and I hope that you either reform your attitude, or die in a hideous fashion that will make people straighten up in shock, gulp back the bile in their throats, and rethink their own actions. And don't lean back and smirk and say 'Yeah, I'm a bitch, it's who I am', when in fact it is only because you wish to ACT like a bitch. It is a facade, a veneer, a poorly constructed mask which you hide behind like the callow kid you are. As well, you can't play the 'I have a hard life' card either. Ghandi had a hard life, yet he still managed despite his oppressive surroundings. The fact is, you are unworthy of friends, or companionship in your life at all. I hope you die despairing over the loss of everyone you held dear as your perpetual angst forces them away and you are left alone in the unsympathetic streets of a grown up world. You really are a despicable little urchin, and undeserving of higher recognition than that, and I will take solace in the fact that you will probably lose your virginity in a restroom in exchange for narcotics, and live a woeful life of drudgery and pain, aspiring to be something that lowly swine such as yourself will never be capable of.



Sincerely,

Me