You’re favorite nobody is back.

[kenny]

Times are weird for all, and my time is thin like the cheap ass toilette paper that hangs in your bathroom. Life has been hectic lately, no pun intended and while I want to spill some text out in front of your eyes, I can’t. I am numb and running on very minimal sleep for a 72 hour period. I have had no free time with remodeling and moving in to my new tenement, the girl I had been seeing is no longer, I fell asleep on the freeway and I have an abundance of shit to get done still. But none of that really matters to you, because it hardly matters to me – my reality is a bit different from yours. In fact I should just talk only to myself; otherwise I might end up infecting others. Hmm, I shall return. I think I will go pour me a rum and coke…

[Later the following day]

I drank myself to sleep, only to awake to hateful text messages from the girl. It followed with a (somewhat) more pleasant follow-up e-mail. Had this not been the case, I laughed hysterically at what I had planned. I go over to her house, place my head in her closet and *bang* - that’s right; blow my brains out, all over her wardrobe. You can make me miserable, but I can ruin your clothes! I know, this type of talk isn’t healthy, but it is entertaining. I need a cigarette.

I'm just looking for a way to break through these walls and
I'm just looking for a place that I can call my home and
Is anybody out there got a soul?
'Cuz I'm just looking for a girl, the girl with a heart of gold
-From the Rancid song “Corazon De Oro”

I am still not used to my home yet, everyday I wake up with that disassociated feel, “the hell am I” I wonder for that brief moment. Oh yeah, I am here. I get up off of the floor, make my way to the alarm clock and smash the bastard for interrupting my sleep. I stumble to the shower, still feeling the effects of the bottle of single barrel Cuzan that I had consumed just hours before, and I turned the faucets counter clockwise. At first the blood that came from the pipes was a little unnerving, but there are many of things that you can force your brain to just accept and move on. After I finished in the shower I walked naked to my back room, shook and cracked open a Yoo-Hoo, downed it with one swallow and I checked my messages on my phone. Nothing looked as if it needed my attention so I crushed my phone in to a small powder, took out a dollar bill, rolled it in to a make shift straw and I began to snort the mound of radioactive technology. No sooner than I had done this my fucking nasal passage started to ring. I gave it a minute, but whoever it was – they were persistent. I made my way to the back room, rummaged around for my box of shotgun shells and put 3 rounds in for good measure and I squeezed the trigger. *BANG*, the jolt caused me to drop the gun, but alas the phone had stopped ringing. I then dropped to my knees and began to scoop my brain matter back up in to this nifty dust pan that I had bought the other night. I poured my brain back in to my skull, stapled and stitched my skull back together and I began my day.

I still spend way to much time searching for things that don’t exist in this world of deceit. I am too simple for the complexity of my surroundings. I wear my heart on my sleeve and my mind is public domain. There is no shame in what I do, but there is confusion. Why do I do it? I know where it goes, I know how I will feel after the fact, but I still do it. My cock is throbbing like a throat in the grasp of OJ’s murderous hands and the hourglass is about to deposit its last grain of sand in the bottom and I am far too weak to flip the fucking thing over again. Dear god, I hear that ringing again. Did I miss a piece of my mind, I think I did… That’s ironic; I really lost my mind (or brain). Anyhow, the moral of this story is to never buy Girl Scout cookies. Once you do, you are hooked and those little monsters only sell me cookies once a year. What kind of sick joke is this? I can’t take it anymore… I just want some thin mints, is that asking too much? I guess it is, so I shall sit here, waiting for that last grain of sand to fall through...

[twoomoons]

Dude....... not one woman is worth that shit.........


I am sick like a dog.... coughing up pieces of my lung, sweating like a dog with a fever of 103, to top it off I got strep the kids got it too... thats why you haven't heard from me...

[kenny]

Originally posted by twoomoons
Dude....... not one woman is worth that shit.........


I am sick like a dog.... coughing up pieces of my lung, sweating like a dog with a fever of 103, to top it off I got strep the kids got it too... thats why you haven't heard from me...

Sure they are, I love women. I just can't find one that likes "me", they like me, but want a different me, or something... who knows?

As for you being sick, come on over anyhow. I don't get sick, my body is too toxic for stuff to live in!

[idbeholda]

You'll eventually find someone, kenny. It takes time, but eventually it happens. As for women who don't like the real you, fuck em. A good portion of women from my experience are like that. They initially are infatuated, then they want to mold you into a different person. The one I'm with now (and I hope it stays that way), hasn't once ever asked me change a thing. Just hang in there.

[idbeholda]

Originally posted by twoomoons
Dude....... not one woman is worth that shit.........


I am sick like a dog.... coughing up pieces of my lung, sweating like a dog with a fever of 103, to top it off I got strep the kids got it too... thats why you haven't heard from me...

My mom's gf got that shit... it isn't fun. Hope you get to feeling better.

[kenny]

Originally posted by idbeholda
You'll eventually find someone, kenny.

I am not looking for anyone, they just kind of come in to my life then melt away like snow under a hot sun. The only way to get inner peace for myself is to remain alone. I get myself... if i need to cum, I have hands. If I need a hug, I have arms. If I need a laugh, well I just think... and something funny will pop in to my cranium. I just can't share these thoughts, for I would be locked up... woo hoo!

Cheers!

[OblivionJake]

hey it look like kenny needs people to go over to his house and get him really drunk so that he sleeps for at least 4 hours. Plan set and in action we show up at his place 10 pm then the drinking begins. We should also be smoking so bring it if you have it.

[Yenn]

ahh kenny. how i miss thee

Why a girl would want to change you...I'll never know

[kenny]

Originally posted by Yenn
ahh kenny. how i miss thee

Why a girl would want to change you...I'll never know

Not really change me in all fairness to her, just wanted things I could not offer. She's still wonderful, I am just whining.

[cold]

I think this is the most I've seen you write on the mainpage in one night Kenny. Oh, and props on the post. I loved hearing something from an old angle again. I'll be in town next week. I hope to stumble across you, and share a few stories n shit.

Until next time, Merry Holidays!

[kenny]

Originally posted by cold
I think this is the most I've seen you write on the mainpage in one night Kenny. Oh, and props on the post. I loved hearing something from an old angle again. I'll be in town next week. I hope to stumble across you, and share a few stories n shit.

Until next time, Merry Holidays!

Cuz I have given myself an early Christmas present, no life. What are you talking about with this old angle shit?

[cold]

Originally posted by kenny
What are you talking about with this old angle shit?

Say.. maybe a perspective that has it's own flavor, or life if you will.

Orange juice that's two days old tastes different than orange juice that's two weeks old. It comes from the same place, but it tastes different. Follow me? I guess that means your brain has a thick peel around it or something.

-end analogy.

[kenny]

Originally posted by cold
Say.. maybe a perspective that has it's own flavor, or life if you will.

Orange juice that's two days old tastes different than orange juice that's two weeks old. It comes from the same place, but it tastes different. Follow me? I guess that means your brain has a thick peel around it or something.

-end analogy.

You need to lay off the dope, it's turning you queer and I am not talking about the cock craving queer.

[cold]

Originally posted by kenny
You need to lay off the dope, it's turning you queer and I am not talking about the cock craving queer.

Eat me turd.

I'm not sure if craving-cock-queer is better or worse. You scare me.

[tommee]

Originally posted by kenny
I am not looking for anyone, they just kind of come in to my life then melt away like snow under a hot sun.
Cheers!

Speaking of.... two more weeks till tommEE pickles Birthdaycon and AVN in Las Vegas.....