I am tired, not of arguing in favour of equality, diversity and tolerance, but of having to explain, over and over and over again, why such arguments are still necessary, only to have my evidence casually dismissed by someone too oblivious to realise that their dismissal of the problem is itself a textbook example of the fucking problem. I am tired of being mocked by hypocrites who think that a single lazy counterexample is sufficient to debunk the fifteen detailed examples they demanded I produce before they’d even accept my point as a hypothetical, let alone valid, argument. I am tired of assholes who think that playing Devil’s Advocate about an issue alien to their experience but of deep personal significance to their interlocutor makes them both intellectually superior and more rationally objective on the specious basis that being dispassionate is the same as being right (because if they can stay calm while savagely kicking your open wound, then clearly, you have no excuse for screaming).
i want to be angry but i mostly just feel sad, sad for you. i hope you will find truth in all of this, but mostly i hope you will find truth in yourself and within your life. Good luck out there, but you won’t need it. This place is built for liars, you’ll do great.
Satin is purging the blood out of my body.
I bet you know where this is going. I’m mostly unentertained by being woken up in the middle of the night or early in the morning but really i’m just very concerned for you. Are you really satisfied from missionary? No, really… are you? I can tell be the sounds the movement of your bed makes that it’s just the standard old missionary. How about you try something new? Your mailbox is now considered a suggestion box. I think you need to treat your girlfriend’s box better as well.
Best of luck
After a drug free night of sex booze and Blue Grass (yeah, i don’t like it either but it was Blue Grass night at the corner bar). I showed up to the Tattoo shop where I’m apprenticing, an hour late. I greeted Jim in Spanish (because I felt like it) and proceeded to make my way to the bathrooms where I’d begin my daily ritual (it’s not what you think, i’m talking about cleaning). The men’s restroom had seen better days, the magazine on the table was opened up to a page of tattooed vaginas. I starred for a moment before organizing them, then I turned to begin cleaning the toilet.
IT LOOKED LIKE A SHIT STORM. I thanked goddess that I didn’t drink the cheap black berry brandy someone left at my house several months before because i surely would have vomited on top of the Shit Storm. It was no less impressive than a Shit Storm from the shit stormiest movie “Trainspotting”.
After cleaning the Shit storm thoroughly (and i mean thoroughly, imagine (me) a hypochondriac who was raised by an OCD cleaning machine of a mother) I continued with the rest of the daily cleaning and thought to myself, what if this was a prank. What was the THRUTH? Did Jim Thruth Francis perform the ultimate prank? Did he smear one of the Pumpkin cup cakes made by the other gal apprenticing all over, in and around and on the toilet to make it appear as a Shit Storm to punish me for being late? (I speculated on this because once, Jim dared me to prank the old Parts manager that I HATED by putting fake blood on a tampon and put it delicately on the top of his garbage can in his office, to make it appear like I inserted it secretly while he was away. This parts manager was an ex police officer who had a power complex and confronted me saying he’d have one of his buddies throw me in jail for a weekend to get me back. He snitched, of course and i allegedly did something high on the scale of unpatriotic the same weekend that happened to be Memorial Day weekend (haha punk rock). I thought I was getting fired, for sure. I returned to work on Tuesday to find out that this D-bag snitch got FIRED. haha Sucker!!!)
Anyway, that’s why i thought it could have been a prank. After Jim finished tattooing the costumer I asked him and he confirmed it was a real shit storm. I realized people will believe anything to cope. And that is how people believe in “God”.
Tattoos help me love my body and that can be hard sometimes.
Compass Rose tattoo
By: John Fredrickson
Still needs color but i love it!
I’m currently altering my deer tooth bracelet to fit the form of my wrist better. Thanks for the gnarly found object jewelry, you’re the best.
Even if we never play a show, it’s pretty nice letting my anger out in song form. The writing part is easy for me, i just need to practice the uke. I miss you marbles, but i know you are having a blast in IDA. Shout out to my main girl, Mary Rage. I miss your guts, i miss us.