the sun blinds my ambition, and the night stalks me bringing terrors to where i sleep

directly connected to the new self explanatory autopsy, looking inside myself and trying to pick out the pieces i don't like, but i need 'em, still i toss them aside not really keeping track of what will keep me alive. it's really that simplistic. assholes shouldn't be kept alive, and the tally for their organs should be burnt up with the rest of the documents held to prove that they once existed. the scalpel incision hurts at first, but the cold stainless steel numbs what nerves have a mind of their own, and it slides deeper into me slowly disappearing from my eyes. and chest separator spares me no sympathy...it's just the way it is when change is an inevitable part of life, but like i do with everything else, i'll get used to it, i'll become numb.

i killed a god yesterday

i have the internet, ha ha

my back's is aching and my feet hurt, son of a bitch, i'm getting old - ha ha

yeah, that's the truth ain't it? i actually put in some full time hours at the movie warehouse, not that that's a big deal, it's just basically chillin' for 43 hours, talkin' about new movies and hittin' buttons...well there's more than that, esp. being a manager and all...which still hasn't sunk in, and i've been opening quite a bit in the past two weeks, not that that's bad either, it's just that i'm alone for 7 and a half hours, but i always keep busy, and i actually thought of a prooty sweet analogy kinda deal, cuz my testies kept sticking to my leg (guys: you know what i'm talking about) but i was doing this little narration of my actions for about a half hour (ya know, to keep exercising my writing skills) but i was all, my testicles are afraid of heights and grasping for dear life on my legs...i'm sure some of you think that's gross, but funk you guys, anyway i've been on here too long...bye

snap snap snap snap crack crackle pop

yeah, just a week and i get internet all the fucking time and i'll become this great thorn in your ass with all my idiocy and nonchalant posting littering the mainstream w/ all kinds of pointless drivel does anyone else notice that i can't spell worth a shit?
and kendrick - ha ha, i'm  cooler than you...and my myspace kicks your myspace's ars. wocka wocka.

jiminy snaps bitch!

yeah, so i've been reading the new issue of fango, and god dammit i'm pissed - they're too many remakes...but it's okay cuz clive barker is starting his own picture company and making movies off his books of blood stories, and jason and i are working on something kick ass too...and i'll finish it when i get internet access to my word processor works again. AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA
i need to paint the saint brown
and the monkey silhouette
and the marlyn silhouette
and your mom's face

my heart's still beating now

yeah, i'm alive...and well, but i can't say as much for my adversary, hotaru or shau kahn...i just kicked both of their asses with my monkey style, switched it up with some lotus and a katana blade.
8 hours straight and i finished my perilous journey, but that damn oniga tricked me into doing his dirty work, and for that he shall pay dearly
in case you freaks didn't know, i've been playing the new mortal kombats on gc, and they're not that bad, but i blame melissa cuz she was all like 'i like mortal kombat, and you don't have it' so i just bought it and another controller for all you petty little amatuers who think you can kick my ass, i doubt it muhahaha
i'm leaving now, myspace bores me w/ it's maintenance

not one more word tonite

so what's up kids, i am a 20 year old munchkin named bilbo
i eat tuna salad on a regular basis
and i brush my teeth w/ elbow grease
richmond is a hole is both great and true (pg. 99 song, but i'm sure they were talking about richmond, VA)
i think i might be knee deep in mental problems
started reading da vinci code, ok so far
i scratch my scrotum, do you wanna smell?
anyway, i'm running away now