I've closed the fiction blog to the public again -- because people are way too stupid and can't differentiate reality from fiction...and I simply did not want to receive any more emails from psychos imagining me to be each and every fictional character....
Go read cartoon books, it's the only thing you dumb fucks can actually comprehend.
Wednesday, 19 May 2010
This is Mine...
This is my personal blog, ok assholes ?!
This means I write whatever I fucking well like...this means I can reproduce your fucking ugly voices...the BBC, the Voice of America, Sawt al Sharq - the voice from the Orient...
This means I can imitate you, plagiarize you, copy you, mock you .... whichever way I fucking like...
Get it motherfuckers ?!
This is my territory, my land, my turf and no one can occupy it...no one !
This is my land, my garden, my space... this is where I breathe away from your fucking stinking smells...your odors of hypocrisy, of lies, of make believe, of double standards, of deceit...
This where I can expose you -- expose your crookedness, your filth, your moral depravity...
This is my little plot, my little garden, my own...this is mine...absolutely mine...that no motherfucker can take away -- not through tanks, not through bombs, not through guns, not through speeches, not through threats, not through sweet love words....
No one can take that little one from me...no one. This is mine.
This means I write whatever I fucking well like...this means I can reproduce your fucking ugly voices...the BBC, the Voice of America, Sawt al Sharq - the voice from the Orient...
This means I can imitate you, plagiarize you, copy you, mock you .... whichever way I fucking like...
Get it motherfuckers ?!
This is my territory, my land, my turf and no one can occupy it...no one !
This is my land, my garden, my space... this is where I breathe away from your fucking stinking smells...your odors of hypocrisy, of lies, of make believe, of double standards, of deceit...
This where I can expose you -- expose your crookedness, your filth, your moral depravity...
This is my little plot, my little garden, my own...this is mine...absolutely mine...that no motherfucker can take away -- not through tanks, not through bombs, not through guns, not through speeches, not through threats, not through sweet love words....
No one can take that little one from me...no one. This is mine.
Monday, 17 May 2010
Nothing Short of a Miracle...
I was thinking about that the other day ---thinking about the amount and number of people I have met in the past years....like an overall view....I think I'll call it an audit of personal "human" encounters...
Some were in reality , some were in the virtual...and like a good auditor I can say that in those past years, if I am to take stock of it all --- the people I have met can be easily considered GARBAGE people...seriously....and they shall go in the ledger cards as just that...
Now there are different levels and kinds of garbage, subcategories -- but garbage remains garbage....
And another thing I noticed, all of these Garbage people had something to do with Iraq, somehow...
The question that poses itself is why has Iraq drawn all this garbage to her ? And why has she become such dumping grounds for so much filth - moral and political filth.
The macro and the micro -- it's happening on both levels...very strange when I think about it, or maybe not so strange at all...
And as a good auditor, I can also tell that every screwed, morally depraved, cheap, twisted, whorish, sick, perverted, decadent, degenerate, ignorant, dumb, psychotic, sons and daughters of syphilitic bitches, have had something to say about Iraq....drawn to it like a magnet only to reveal their hideous warty insides, their diseases, their complexes, their perversions, their spite, their racism, their personal frustrations, their sexual hangups, their hatred....you name it they have it, they carry it like some national flag...a patriotic hymn...
To be honest, I feel all these visitors in both real and virtual life were all seeking to be fucked somehow, expecting to be fucked somewhere...like fucked hard and long enough to reach some climax -- a political, financial, moral, spiritual, sexual, personal climax....you know some sort of personal orgasm/gain that only they can determine when it is reached...if ever...
Maybe it's that Oriental Thing all over again....maybe it's never been but that Oriental Thing...and let's face it beggars don't go begging from other beggars...Iraq must be in possession of the real jewels...
And it could very well be that Iraq has really and truly fucked them in more ways than one (with one huge condom on, naturally)...making sure that they never fully reach it...leaving them gasping for more.. and somehow this is what Resistance is all about...
In any event, it's going to take one hell of a miracle to stop that "orgy" of paper tigers and bubonic mice and start attracting a different category of people -- CLEAN ones.
Some were in reality , some were in the virtual...and like a good auditor I can say that in those past years, if I am to take stock of it all --- the people I have met can be easily considered GARBAGE people...seriously....and they shall go in the ledger cards as just that...
Now there are different levels and kinds of garbage, subcategories -- but garbage remains garbage....
And another thing I noticed, all of these Garbage people had something to do with Iraq, somehow...
The question that poses itself is why has Iraq drawn all this garbage to her ? And why has she become such dumping grounds for so much filth - moral and political filth.
The macro and the micro -- it's happening on both levels...very strange when I think about it, or maybe not so strange at all...
And as a good auditor, I can also tell that every screwed, morally depraved, cheap, twisted, whorish, sick, perverted, decadent, degenerate, ignorant, dumb, psychotic, sons and daughters of syphilitic bitches, have had something to say about Iraq....drawn to it like a magnet only to reveal their hideous warty insides, their diseases, their complexes, their perversions, their spite, their racism, their personal frustrations, their sexual hangups, their hatred....you name it they have it, they carry it like some national flag...a patriotic hymn...
To be honest, I feel all these visitors in both real and virtual life were all seeking to be fucked somehow, expecting to be fucked somewhere...like fucked hard and long enough to reach some climax -- a political, financial, moral, spiritual, sexual, personal climax....you know some sort of personal orgasm/gain that only they can determine when it is reached...if ever...
Maybe it's that Oriental Thing all over again....maybe it's never been but that Oriental Thing...and let's face it beggars don't go begging from other beggars...Iraq must be in possession of the real jewels...
And it could very well be that Iraq has really and truly fucked them in more ways than one (with one huge condom on, naturally)...making sure that they never fully reach it...leaving them gasping for more.. and somehow this is what Resistance is all about...
In any event, it's going to take one hell of a miracle to stop that "orgy" of paper tigers and bubonic mice and start attracting a different category of people -- CLEAN ones.
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