"Yeah, I Absolutely Went There"

so i had this epic thought to write a rhyme about jesus being a thug as motherfucker who ran galilee like a pure pimp. so where we go...

lemme spit a rhyme about my boy christ jeezy
rolling like a pimp in the spot of galilee
handed me a jug filled to the top with water
turned it dark red, fucking merlot made to order
he copped some bread and shit load of fishes
dropped it on the table screaming "eat up bitches!"
he came correct with the grub and the drinking
said "careful of mary, yo her pussy always stinking"

oh holy night, peep c jeezy's light
cruising in a drop top bumping that 2 pac
thats how we repping in calvary

tripping like a villian while we spilling the juice
c jeez acting crazy letting the DJ abuse
the party was jumping, the apostles were wasted
in rolls pontius & judas elated
the jeez flipped the script and blasted these bitches
gripped on his steel, 20 clip, leaving glitches
the duo was wigging, laying on their spines
drink a cup, throw it up, party like it's tripple 0-9

oh holy night, peep c jeezy's light
crusing in a drop top bumping that 2 pac
thats how we repping in calvary

early in the morning the spot was still popping
every last disciple was crunk, pop locking
the bottles never emptied due to the messiah
everybody blowing smoke, getting high in golgotha
shitfaced like motherfucker, shutter shades on our faces
c jeez and his people went back to their places
it was a crazy ass night in the dope ass hood of galilee
every night is christmas night, so lets wile out, its BYOB

oh holy night, peep c jeezy's light
crusing in a drop top bumping that 2 pac
thats how we repping in calvary

"A Broken Bottle Admission"

something in the air is clawing and digging at my brain
i can't help but feel like falling from the scaffold of your name
so here we stand on this battlefield we've made
trying to grip my hands around your vile 3 worded phrase
i need an escape from this place, this annihilation
so the shadows pull me, steal the air i'm breathing, forever sealing up my fate
all i need is a second chance and a dying hope to save me from this

can't it all fade like a lonesome candle flame dancing in the night sky?

there is a monster creeping from inside me, i can't control it, no one can help me
there is a solution, i know what i'm doing, there is no solution, what am i doing?!

the battle rages - i'm in the midst of - my own victory - i must destroy "me"

this battle rages

the battle rages - for my freedom - i will not lose me
i can not allow this horror a win over me, i can not allow this horror a win over me
this spartan stands alone

there is a monster creeping from inside me, i can't control it, no one can help me
there is a solution, i know what i'm doing, there is no solution, what am i doing?!

so if there's a second chance out there, i will find it i swear, i will find it i swear
and nothing will hold me back again, never again, never again

there is a monster creeping from inside me, i can't control it, no one can help me
there is a solution, i know what i'm doing, there is no solution, what am i doing?!

i will hold my own in this battle thats raging, i will hold my own again and again

"The Sad Reality Of Social Network Retards"

So i recently posted something on a social network site and it appears to have struck several nerves and made at least 3 more enemies for me...im not surprised and frankly im in a state of epic bliss over it.

Some infantile, pathetic, ridiculous and downright atrocious twats came together to bash me for what they assumed was my insight on faith, or the lackluster use of it. I didnt white-wash someone's view on faith or try to deny someone the rite to believe in what the fuck ever they want to believe, i merely stated that clinging to faith to get answers or solve problems is unintelligent.

With that said, i frankly dont care what you believe or have faith in, UNLESS its facism, i absolutely hate anti-semetic nazi punk fucktards who love the shit out of the ideals put into play by a guy wanted to build a world of people who he didnt even resemble. Fuck hitler and all his little backwoods, inbred, all-but-one tooth missing redneck motherfuckers.

The ring leader of this little get together of tiny minds has no room in any world to talk shit to me considering said person has already broken at least one of the "oh so precious" commandments they hold so fucking dear. 7th day church retards like this are growing in numbers and ruining the world of tomorrow.

How can you talk faith when you covet thy neighbor's anything?! Really, who are you to get theological and beat a dead horse when you have already failed in your own belief system? How? I somehow doubt that knowingly fucking up, in that aspect of life, is without punishment. Willingly doing your god an injustice sounds like a reason to give the finger to your arguement.

In closing i am open to hearing about ALMOST any religious view. I will sit through the jib jab about holy icons and the rules & regulations you buy into.

I WILL NOT BE TALKED DOWN TO BY SOME PART TIME BELIEVER WHO IS ALREADY FUCKING UP IN THEIR FAITH, WILLINGLY DOING THE SHIT YOURE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE DOING.

IT IS NO SURPRISE THIS "PERSON" IS A WHITE PERSON. IMAGINE THAT, A WHITE HYPOCRITE SHOOTING OFF THEIR MOUTH.

The Truth In Human Life...

I was exposed to Escape The Fate long before Ronnie Radke was locked up on pill abuse/self defense-manslaughter charges, given that Ronnie, who is a lyrical phenom, gave me a serious set of words to live by:


Oh, I hate to be the one to bear the bad news . Yes, it is true
I finally fell in love. I fell so hard that I'm killing myself
Yes, I need out. Out of this grave this grave that I've dug.

And all the friends that I have gone through,
And how much I deserve the pain. It's a shame.

So hold your head, Hold it up high, Here's to the friends that were alibis.
Keep this close by your side, When I come home we will have our night.

i am in love with music, in most every form it takes. i enjoy pain, pleasure, and everything in between. i am a music slut; to say the least. with that said, let me continue..

Oh, they always told me I was gorgeous in a way, And that fateful day I found who I was , So fill this hole with my prescriptions , I just keep feeding my addictions, And all the friends that I have gone through, And how much I deserve the pain, It's a shame.

So hold your head, Hold it up high, Here's to the friends that were alibis
Keep this close by your side, When I come home we will have our night , We will have our night.

You were the ones that stood by my side, whoa, And I was the one that fought all of your fight. Go!

(Hold your head, hold it up high) Whoa
(Keep this close by your side) Whoa

So hold your head, Hold it high. Here's to the friends that were alibis.
Keep this close by your side, When I come home we will have our night

Hold your head. Hold it up high  Here's to the friends that were alibis.
Keep this close by your side. When I come home we will have our night

Hold your head. Hold it up high.
Here's to the friends that were alibis
Keep this close by your side.
When I come home we will have our night, We will have our night.

i am an addict. i drink too much, i long to be on stage, however i'm not good enough, i dont deserve it. i am an addict who lacks the depth of a kiddie pool. so with that said, i give mad, insane props to Justin Millers, Charlie Coker, Steve Coker, Edddie Shaw, Andrew Peters and the ghost of Spooky's Past.

i am a binge drinker who wishes to remain fucked-up beyond all recognition. i have been blessed with all the epic moments i have encountered thus far and i love every seond of it.

BIG STEVE & MOMM STEVE: you are a god (godess) amongst men and women: you lived the dream, built a family, kept the dream alive and inspired a new (mentally challenged and down-right perverse) group of misfits who would change RICHMOND, VIRGINIA, for all it was worth, you're worth the world and then some, to say thw ABSOLUTE VERY LEAST.

STEVE & CHARIE: the 2 of you have made my life a dream: you 2 worked so hard you should've been negro's picking cotton in georgia. you are the best brothers i have ever known. i love you both more than you know. steve-o, big up's to you for turning down a bong hit from Lamb Of God's guitarist: you dropped the goggles on a national act with NO PREDJUDICE...that was so f*cking epic i cant even understand it...you are TOO cool for school. f*ck Varina!!!

Andrew Peters: you have become the best drummer i have ever known. you kicked your own ass in several directions just so you could make OUR cd the best it  ould be. for that i thank you forever. you went into the studio and made magic happen in more ways than 1. sam was a fag and yet with that in that mind, you destroyed that f*cking studio in a way that that NO ONE can un-do...fuck those other drummers, they can suck it!!!

Eddie Shaw: you are the reason I started looking into vocal harmonies... i woul've never thought of harmonies if it wasn't for you. you a true vocal american hero. i can growl/scream/squeel my ass off. however a true vocalist to ACCUALTY SING...! So with that said, i, PAUL L JOHNSON, do giver praise to EDWARD SHAW for your epic vocal ability... Evlis meeets the dude from Atreyu...no one can lose with that combination.

My Name is PAUL L JOHNSON & I WISH ALL EVERYONE MENTIONED THE BEST. I HOPE EVEYONE THE BEST.

PS: I AM ALL ABOUT DIRT POPPING' BEATS THATS MAKE YOU WANNA DANCE.

"Kissing Eternity"

so as a child the thought of forever was a bold and mind-blowing concept to me, it was indeed a frightening realization that you can concieve time beyond all means. there is something definite about staring into the face of a clock and knowing what time it is, what time it isn't and when your time will end. death is a certainty that all people should and will eventually know. the final dirt-nap at the end of a, long and sometimes, painful journey through this shit-hole we have entitled "life". we are all caught up in the everyday bullshit and drama that we forget, so easily, the concrete stupidity of existance.

i guess what i'm trying to say is we, as hedonistic beings for the most part, have forgotten what it is to be COMPLETELY HEDONISTIC. desire, lust, destruction, chaos, beauty, forgiveness, damnation...all of this has been lost on the deaf ears of the mass retardation of the people we call family, friends & "people". the true essence of hedonism is indulging in anything and everything simply for the sheer pleasure of experiencing what you have yet to experience or enjoy. going above and beyond for the sake of being enveloped in ecstacy...happiness...orgasm...absolutely unadulterated bliss.

HEDOMISM IS ALIVE AND WELL IN THE HEART OF THE INDUSTRIAL MASSES.

body paint. vinyl. prosthetics. hair extentions. sexuality at large. bass beats that grudge fuck your lungs to death, back into ressurection, and then back to death again. dancing under black lights to synthetic music that makes you wish your entire soul was in flames and giving the finger to anyone with a water-hose. delights in electrical tape, PVC, too tall boots, beautiful hair products, body suspension and blood...LOTS AND LOTS OF BLOOD. the hedonists of today do not bend tover backwards to please the zombified salarymen who slave over IKEA desks under flourescent in front of mass produced cheap IBM based computers doing payroll reports and crunching numbers for child fucking CEO's who hide themselves from their cookie-cutter wives with fake tits and ill behaved children.

HEDONISM IS A GATEWAY TO KNOWING THAT YOUR ENTIRE WORLD IS A HEARTLESS, SOUL-LESS, PUNCHLINE OF THE SOCIETY THAT YOU WOULD NORMALLY LONG TO BE A PART OF, A WORLD YOU WOULD SELL YOUR ESSENCE JUST TO BELONG TO.

if you're ideal state of being is to be a cog in the corperate machine you should make the long trip in time to when dr. kevorkian was at his prime, putting sad, pathetic, walking abortions in the dirt with the help of ketamine and cyanide. he was a visionary, a true miracle worker in the same rite as salvador dahli, hunter s thompson and gg alan.

i wish to extend my mediocre thanks to the industrial waste of today: you're lust for the macabre, darkened, bizarre, outrageous, stunning, disgusting and absolutely amazing is a monumental strike at the fucked up waste of time this country has bludgeoned into the soft melons of the autism stricken dipshits that we call our government employees, co-workers, neighbors, friends and enemies.

thank all of you wonderful freaks for your insight, atrosities, moving performance art, religious denominations and lack of compassion for people who put themselves in a place to be made the ass end of jokes that aren't so much funny as they are true.

i would like to give a special thanks to Dax Riggs & Beth Strange. you are my true american heroes.

"White Girl: Shut Your Mouth!"

if you have a Facebook page and wish to express your mind freely, please do so, ON YOUR OWN PAGE! if you don't like my post, picture or status please SHUT THE FUCK UP FOREVER!

i don't care if you don't like my favorite movies, cd's, books, groups etc. you can choke on a donkey dick for all i care. if you have something to say, explain it to the fullest, with facts and reviews, and i MAY consider it, otherwise SHUT THE FUCK UP AND DIE! you are not a music/movie/book critic and no one cares what you have to say...in ANY shape, form or fashion.

you are the all singing, all dancing crap of the world and no one wants you to be alive. fuck off.

with that said, i am in no way ignoring the opinions of the masses, i enjoy debate in any form. however, I DO NOT listen to the stupidity of over-weight white girls with a GED or a diploma. just because you and john mc-cain share a love of fucking people out of equal rights doesn't mean i give a flying fuck, a rat's ass or 2 squirts of duck shit what you have to say about the world today, considering you have no idea who Hunter S. Thompson is, what he wrote about and what he was. you are a walking abortion who should be executed by samurai katana squad with EXTREME predjudice.

FUCK YOU AND YOUR REBUBLICAN VALUES, YOU ARE A JOKE AMONGST PUNCH LINES!

when i post a a photo of a FICTIONAL CHARACTER, it is not your AMERICAN duty to make a comment. if i want to show a picture of a feamle that i find attractive, it is not your job to say "that movie was garbage". who the fuck are you to judge a movie?! are you a PROFESSIONAL movie critic? NO! you are a fat assed stupid, walking cunt drip of a white girl. you are a self proclaimed flick critic. get bend fat white cunt, go back in time and get swallowed by the whore you call a mother! you should really consider drinking bleach like shots of grey goose. you are the reason scientists created birth control.

if you have a problem with my views, FUCK OFF!
if you don't like my photos, TURN YOUR EYES!
if you have something to say about what i post on facebook...EAT A FUCKING DICK AND CHOKE ON THE SPERM THAT WILL FILL YOUR THROAT....YOU ARE A STUPID CUNT!

i love free speech but i WILL NOT stand for some stupid, uninformed backwooods redneck, family fucking whore, making retarded comments on my posts.

GET A FUCKING LIFE YOU IGNORANT FUCKSTICK DRIP, YOU ARE LESS THAN WANTED IN THE COLLECTIVE EXISTANCE OF THE WORLD TODAY! YOU LACK THE DEPTH OF A KIDDIE POOL!

i am not afraid to name names, so let me say without predjudice, HOLLY PORCH, YOU CAN KILL YOUR MOTHERFUCKING SELF....TWICE, THREE TIMES IF YOUR SLUT GUT CAN HANDLE IT!!!

if you don't like it, dont comment on it.
if you are oppossed, ignore it completely.
if you don't like what i say, unfriend me.
if you are offended, get a fucking grip.

suck it, fuck it, ignore it, forget it.

BUY THE TICKET, TAKE THE RIDE!!!!

"You Will Need Therapy....Like Now"

So i was recently introduced to the most epic, sickening, most fucked up movie i have ever had to witness. When i say "you can't unwatch this" i fucking mean it! Holy shit, i need an NFL sized team of shrinks to undo the trauma that has been slowly jabbed into my brain.


The movie is called "A Serbian Film". It is indeed a movie directed by a serbian guy. The title hides the insane shit that goes on in every scene of this movie. If you've ever seen the Saw series, The Human Centipede or Let The Right One In (original version), you will see that ALL of them combined are barely on the level of The Sound Of Music in retrospect of "A Serbian Film".


A semi-retired pornstar who is lacking funds to support his family is given a chance to make everything perfect at home. The director has no script, no big budget production crew and absolutely no morals. He says "art-porn" what he means is ABSOLUTELY FUCKING SICK SHIT ENSUES LIKE A MOTHERFUCKER!!!


Cripple rape with a child watching. Newborn baby rape scene. Incest under the use of drugs and slight hypnotism. Double murder and suicide.


If you have the stomach, lack of respect for the human form, a mind built for evil and devastation you NEED, COMPLETELY NEED TO SEE THIS MOVIE.


You can't unwatch this. Ever. No matter how much you want and try, YOU CAN'T UNWATCH THIS.

"Could You Just...Choke To Death"

PBR: the official beer of Richmond, Virginia. with that simple phrase said, typed and published on the internet, why did i have to explain what PBR is?! for those of you who lack common knowledge, PBR stands for Pabst Blue Ribbon. this is the cheapest beer that will certainly fuck you up. take this into account: a 12 pack of PBR is less than $10, it is 6% alcohol. it kicks the ass of Budweiser, Icehouse and Miller. so back to my original point, sorry of the tangent, i had to explain what PBR is to a guy who is a raging alcoholic who is also about 15 years older than i am. who is this guy? who is this jackass who has no kidneys and liver and doesn't know what the fuck PBR is?!

i can say that i recently (in the past 2 years) become an advid drinker. i completely agree with veganism, straight-edge lifestyles, and downright ignorance of drugs and alcohol. WITH THAT SAID: if you drink beer or alcohol, how do you not know what the fuck PBR is?! this guy comes to work buzzed, if not ripped/tossed/drunk. its a cheap intoxication that anyone in the USA has had the stumbling pleasure to know.

imagine, if you will, a 12 pack of beer that will knock you to the ground, punch you in the junk and costs less than bus fare from kyoto to tokyo. this is a beer that will drop snap kick you in the face like lui kang from mortal kombat! i'm talking a 12 pack that costs less than gas money in a V6 going 10 miles up the road. so, sorry for the left field interruption. i am 25 years old, and i had to explain to an almost 40 year old guy what PBR is...the official beer of the city in which he lives...a guy that drink like a fish and has no idea what being a true father is.

LORD JESUS CHRIST...THANK YOU FOR DUMB PEOPLE AND...PBR...CHEAP BEER IS THE SACRIFICIAL WINE OF OF THE NEW AGE!

much love to my people in the 804 AKA Ricmond, Virginia.

kisses and hugs, Dax I. Arose

"Head Negro In Charge: Who The Fuck Do You Think You Are?!"

Obama, who the fuck do you think you are, you greasy ass motherfucker?!

i am a proud parent. i love my child with all my heart and soul. i am so motherfucking pissed off i could go out and but an assualt rifle and take out this sorry ass dickhead we call a president. fuck him and his ENTIRE black ass.

i was informed today that this year, for halloween, PEDOPHILES were allowed to hand out candy. what the fuck? who's bright fucking idea was this?! what sick cracker in congress though it would be okay for child raping sicko's to hand out candy to children, the same little people who they would like to torture and ruin for an entire lifetime?! i am totally sick to my stomach at this moment. i'm sure i will wake up in the morning and vomit uncontrollably because this crack-pot, fucktard filled, pedo-friendly nation has allowed predators to be in contact with their prey.

WHAT FUCKED UP NEGRO ASSHOLE, WITH 2 CHILDREN OF HIS OWN, WOULD PERMIT THIS ATROSITY TO HAPPEN ON A NATIONALLY RECOGNIZED HOLIDAY MEANT FOR CHILDREN, INNOCENT CHILDREN?!?!

i am so ready to call out of work tomorrow, drive the hours it takes up to washington DC and beat the motherfucking breaks off this ridiculous, should be digested dick drip, burnt toast fuckhead who OBVIOUSLY wants to destroy america and it's youth.

PRESIDENT OBAMA, YOU CAN EAT, GAG AND CHOKE ON A MASSIVE HORSE COCK! YOU SICKEN ME UNLIKE ANY OTHER HUMAN I HAVE EVER HAD TO DISPLEASURE TO KNOW!

what kind of parent would allow this absoltely retarded shit to happen? who? what kind of "so called" figure of authority would stand by while child rapists get to be in DIRECT CONTACT with the people they wish to harm the most?! i OFFICIALLY LOATHE this cock-sucking walking abortion of a "person".

FUCK PRESIDENT OBAMA FOR LETTING CHILDREN BE IDENTIFIED FACE TO FACE BY THEIR WOULD BE ATTACKERS!

FUCK PRESIDENT OBAMA FOR LETTING CHILDREN BE WITHIN INCHES OF RAPISTS, PEDOPHILES AND PREDATORS ON A HOLIDAY MEANT FOR FUN AND EXCITEMENT!

IF YOU SUPPORT OBAMA AFTER READING THIS POST I HOPE YOU MEET AN INCREDIBLY SLOW, PAINFUL AS THE HOLOCAUST, DEATH THAT WILL LAST FOR MILLIONS OF YEARS!

MOTHERFUCK YOU OBAMA, I HOPE FOR YOUR DEMISE....VERY VERY MOTHERFUCKING SOON!

"The Man In The Trees"

early in my musical career, if you can call it that, i met and fell deeply for a wonderful man we will name "Spooky". his lyrical intensity and musical genius made my skin crawl in a way that would make college girls scream in orgasmic ecstacy. we quickly became friends in the richmond music scene. he was a collaborator, an engeneering tool and a truely endless friend.

"Spooky" took locoal music to the next level on all fronts, his insight was a blessing, a gift. his need to push the standard was a kick in perverbial dick piece, he made me the person that i am today. his name god given name, which i am am not at liberty to express, is a name sake that the world will long to know.

our band played numerous shows with his band at the time which was named "Pheonix Thorn", had a 1 to 1 running in the 1st annual "painted red: battle of the bands". we placed 2nd. did we cry like cowardly little bitches, no! we bowed down to the incredible might that played before us. we were awestruck by the musical perfection, dedication and might that he COMMANDED from his bandmates. we were instantly tied intoo the local scene and we bounced ideas off of each other to better the RVA (Ricmond, Virginia) scene.

the band that i was apart of did mutiple sessions to be ready to go into the recording studio, The Sound Of Music, in downtown Richmond with his help. he pushed us to be the best possible band we could be.

we, the 6 of us, went into the proffesional studio to record out first full length album with the ass-kicking backing of "Spooky" and we laid down several track we had decided were the best in which we had at the time. we were scared out of out wits and minds, we were children in the domain of adults. with that expressed we pressed on through quarells, disagreements and undder failure. "Spooky" came to our rescue, and saved us from the the cliche downfall that would have comsumed other bands with the firey hate of a thousand firey suns. he said: "dude, take it one track at a time make it as beautiful and emotional as possible, because if you don't, people won't know the problems you ALL have known."

my life was changed for the better after he said that seemingly simple phrase. "Spooky" took the stressful moment and made it a message that WE ALL had to convey the world. Thank whatever God was guiding him. a prophetic idea that was spoken whether or not he knew it at the time.

months later we were silver-plater, hand given the show of a life-time: OPEN FOR BREAKING BENJAMIN. the 6 of of us: steve, charlie, justin, andrew, eddie & myself were lobbed the chance to open for a NATIONAL headlinging act. a dream only realized amongst the dumbest of local acts. we took it like drunken pre-teen boys at the chance of getting laid for the first time.

we were litterally stapling books together for out "debut" cd in a booth at Canal Club 3 hours before the show began. it was our IT tech Adam, Tracy Coker (mother of charlie & steve - guitar and bass), myself, Kim Harrison, steve's at the time, girlfriend, Alicia, justin, eddie, charlie and etc. we worked liked asian shoe makers to get the cd's ready for a show 14 days to follow.

the show went off without a hitch. we demolished The Canal Club with about 150 local followers and all the people who came, strickly, religiously, to see BREAKING BENJAMIN. we played our 20 minute set, broke down and went abour our business. suddenly some semi-druken guy comes running up to our merch table and said as loud as fuck: "oh my god, you guys were fucking awesome, do you have a cd?!" given the circumstances "Mama Steve" said "well, we do but we're not selling until November 'such and such'. this guy about shit bricks and replyed with "i will pay you whatever BREAKING BENJAMIN is offering just to have this cd, you guys were incredile!!!"

we, as local artists, had no choice but to "price match" with BREAKING BENJAMIN...fucking stupid.

so we sold 30 cd's for $12 a piece, given the fact that we only wanted $10. fuck coperate america.

"Spooky" was there and reveled in the beauty of a local act getting more credit than a douche-soaked national act.

So, from this cynical asshole, i wish the best for my fellow vocalist, musician, and downright decible charged human being, a life of wonderment and delight.

Thank You, **** "Spooky" *********

"Wishful Thinking Under Concrete Clouds"

if it wasn't for the literature i've read, the records i've listened to & fallen in love with AND the intellgent people i have had to pleasure to meet i'm quite sure that long ago i would've made the headlines, media stations, and met the inside of a criminal institution in the place in which i dwell.

the truth is the collective intelligence of the world we all know and love has declined into a state of slobbering porn crazed drug-heads who abuse the joys of illegal "substances". moderation is a virtue. with this said, these walking panty stains we refer to as "people" and "human beings" are ruining the small happy medium that wonderful work ethic gripping people get to use to relax with. drunk drivers are the worst. it takes a sick, sad, worthless fuck-head to destroy the delight of intoxication. i will willingly stand and state: "yes i can drink like an irish-man, get plastered like the walls of a cheap apartment and still wake up sober and do my job to support my family, feed and cloth my child AND still have the common sense to know that if i see 2 of something that there is indeed only 1 of, i will stay my ass home and live to drive another day".

THESE PEOPLE SHOULD BE FUCKED, SHOT, RAPED VICIOUSLY WITH A BROKEN BROOMSTICK NAMED PEDRO, POISONED AND THEN HUNG FROM THE TALLEST TREE.

people who abuse the sweet drugs that roam rampant around the world, (acid, pot, ecstacy, etc.), are only hoping to escape the blatant fact that they have nothing else to live for or rely on because they refuse to better themselves or the world in which they live. fuck these cowardly vaginal discharges who suck up our oxygen and eat our food. again, a little dab will do you, don't over-fucking-do it. i've been ridiculously stoned before. i've tripped harder than a child with pidgeon toes. i've been rollin' like an 18 wheeler. given all of this i still have a job, a purpose, a growing intelligence and the want to become a better person all around.

IF YOU CAN'T STOP AFTER A JOINT, DON'T SMOKE. IF YOU CAN'T STOP AFTER 4 HITS OF ACID, SEEK REHAB. IF YOU CAN'T STOP DROPPING PILLS FOR DIRTY POPPIN' BEATS, I SUGGEST REHAB, SUICIDE, OR MANDITORY COURT-APPOINTED DETOXIFICATION.

so, if can stop even if you're not completely ripped, stoned, trippin' or rollin' bals, i comend you and wish you well on your next adventure into hedonism.

if you can't...well...prepare for overdose or getting caught in a situation that involves blue lights, frisking, a full body cavity search and bartering your body in prison for a single cigarette.

there is fear and loathing in the world. buy the ticket, take the ride.

These Are Jerry's Kids

today was a sickening day for me, given the fact that i read and understand the english language in the majority of its forms. i was asked a very, very serious question about a seemingly simple word in the language that i speak with every last employee i work with. i was violently, by violently i mean i was dry heaving 20 minutes later in the closet we call a bathroom at work, because my "co-worker" asked my what the word "fatally" meant. really, fatally?! where did this walking ejaculation, should be abortion, poster-child for birth control come from?!?! i, being the semi-calm asshole that i am, explained the meaning of fatally to someone who is at least 10 years older than myself. so i spelled it out, which without a dictionary present, is "to be wounded or harmed, in a way that would end life or kill." this person stared at me awestruck, dumbfounded by the answer. this wasn't surprising because the word came about in the following statement i made to this "co-worker": if you don't shut the fuck up and listen the following instructions that i am giving you, i will willingly and lovingly fatally wound you with a car.  why do i get stuck home training "grown-ups" while i have several others to do while in my workplace?! i'm sure i am not the only person to deal with this on a daily basis. i'm sure others have it worse than myself. however, i can now see the american learning curve at work and it makes me happy i don't own a firearm. i would greatfully firebomb these mentally handicapped fucktards out of the collective intelligence of the world today. it is an hourly, daily, weekly struggle to keep calm in the face of the idiots that plague the earth. i don't blame TV, i don't blame the internet, hell, i don't even blame any kind of media that is at our fingertips...i blame lazy ass parents who expect under-paid teachers to re-invigorate the minds of bastard children that weakling fuck-bunny-hoodrats spew out of their disease ridden loins on a regular basis. i wish the 50's would come back; complete with the poodle skirts, greaser ass-kickings and lack of pity for dumbass motherfucking losers that want to skate through the education system. i suggest IQ testing for all potential parents from this moment on. i long for genetic testing to rid this world of laziness, weakness and downright stupidity to further the best intentions of the world for tomorrow.