It’s so important to cherish and appreciate the ones you have now, because you never know when a perforation can occur, causing a painful collapse.
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
Forecast Today = Gray Skies with Showers of Tears
In May 2001 I took a trip to my hometown of New York with two of my
closest friends. One of them took this picture of the World Trade
Center:
My friend that took this picture has since passed away after a
long battle with cancer. I remember joking around and saying to her
that we were so lucky to be on vacation having fun and partying away,
and just think of all of the people inside of those buildings working
away and shuffling papers around and
gossiping by the water cooler. And then, only 4 months later while
those same people were working in those buildings, and I was watching
the news while ironing my pants for work, the unthinkable happened. I
just wanted to share this picture and also a memory that I had when on
vacation with my dearest friend in New York City who has since left this
earth.
It’s so important to cherish and appreciate the ones you have now, because you never know when a perforation can occur, causing a painful collapse.
It’s so important to cherish and appreciate the ones you have now, because you never know when a perforation can occur, causing a painful collapse.
Sunday, September 1, 2013
The Destroyer
As I stand here alone
and watch this burning gleam
I question the strength
of this lone water stream
Life is destroyed
before my watering eyes
Above all of the
crackling I can hear their frantic cries
The life right in
front of me I know death can’t be spared
But the lives right
behind me are most definitely scared
I will not give up
this battle to rescue them
This fire so evil I
will fight and condemn
All the living
creatures in back of my boots
No matter how small
with fur or with roots
All are vital and
depend on my force to resolve
And kill this demon
of blistering heat and make it dissolve
The fire screams out
and I hear it calling my name
I question my ears,
as there’s no voice in a flame!
My mind is a blur and
it melts in a daze
And then I myself
become one with the blaze...
Monday, August 26, 2013
OMFG!!!! An Elephant was Killed!!!!
Blog originally posted on
Taken from an article on AOL Small Business News:
Go Daddy founder and CEO Bob Parsons is not one to back down from a little controversy. The outspoken entrepreneur helped make his company a household name -- and the largest Internet domain registrar in the world -- with edgy Super Bowl commercials that have become perennial water-cooler fodder. Now, he finds himself in the crosshairs of the equally outspoken PETA and other animal-rights advocates over a graphic video he posted online, which depicts him shooting and killing an elephant in Zimbabwe. The video has already been viewed more than 300,000 times.
Parsons, a member of the AOL Small Business Board of Directors, says he was working with tribal authorities to prevent "problem elephant" from decimating crops, legally, and that the slain elephant provided food for impoverished villagers. PETA is leading the charge against Parsons, branding him the "Scummiest CEO of the Year," canceling its Go Daddy account and encouraging others to do the same. "Instead of coming up with flimsy excuses for killing these highly intelligent and social animals, Parsons should use his wealth to fund humane solutions to human/elephant conflicts," PETA said on its website.
"Things couldn't be better," Parsons said in an interview with AOL Small Business, deflecting the criticism and noting that the hunt not only helped feed Zimbabwean villagers and protect their crops -- but that the ensuing controversy will inevitably help Go Daddy too.
It's an interesting question for entrepreneurs, who are often the public faces of their companies and run the risk of alienating customers with their personal behavior, political views and the like. Parsons, for his part, isn't too worried. His advice? Be yourself, and when controversy strikes, keep being yourself.
Link to full article:
GoDaddy's Bob Parsons Brushes off Criticism over Elephant Killing
Picture of Parsons and the elephant he killed:
So
go ahead and whine and complain about this elephant being shot to feed
some hungry people while you shove another hamburger in your hole....go
right ahead, you fucking idiot.
Taken from an article on AOL Small Business News:
Go Daddy founder and CEO Bob Parsons is not one to back down from a little controversy. The outspoken entrepreneur helped make his company a household name -- and the largest Internet domain registrar in the world -- with edgy Super Bowl commercials that have become perennial water-cooler fodder. Now, he finds himself in the crosshairs of the equally outspoken PETA and other animal-rights advocates over a graphic video he posted online, which depicts him shooting and killing an elephant in Zimbabwe. The video has already been viewed more than 300,000 times.
Parsons, a member of the AOL Small Business Board of Directors, says he was working with tribal authorities to prevent "problem elephant" from decimating crops, legally, and that the slain elephant provided food for impoverished villagers. PETA is leading the charge against Parsons, branding him the "Scummiest CEO of the Year," canceling its Go Daddy account and encouraging others to do the same. "Instead of coming up with flimsy excuses for killing these highly intelligent and social animals, Parsons should use his wealth to fund humane solutions to human/elephant conflicts," PETA said on its website.
"Things couldn't be better," Parsons said in an interview with AOL Small Business, deflecting the criticism and noting that the hunt not only helped feed Zimbabwean villagers and protect their crops -- but that the ensuing controversy will inevitably help Go Daddy too.
It's an interesting question for entrepreneurs, who are often the public faces of their companies and run the risk of alienating customers with their personal behavior, political views and the like. Parsons, for his part, isn't too worried. His advice? Be yourself, and when controversy strikes, keep being yourself.
Link to full article:
GoDaddy's Bob Parsons Brushes off Criticism over Elephant Killing
Picture of Parsons and the elephant he killed:
My opinion is...
I believe there's nothing wrong with Bob shooting this elephant for food.
People do it here all of the time when they hunt; why is this different?
Also,
what about all of the other animals that are pushed through the
manufacturing line to be slaughtered viciously after being kept in
deplorable environments and suffered every second since they were born?
Why do people make such a huge deal over an elephant killed for food,
when all of this is going on in our own country and nothing is being
done about it? This is a cow being restrained just prior to
slaughtering: 
Sunday, August 25, 2013
No One...
A writing challenge inspired by the below picture.
No one will find me here…
I have found the perfect final resting place for my horrible flesh prison.
When
I swallowed the pills as I was swathed in lovely vines, I knew that the
earth and its inhabitants would enjoy me more than any human ever did.
I was done trying to be the delicious sweet woman for them.…those of whom.
Always failing in my attempts to be anyone’s…anything…
And now as my soul is in flight my minds eye will see how the creatures of this exquisite earth will appreciate my tenderness.
Birds and butterflies will visit and gaze at my magnificence.
My love for anything other than what is enveloped in flesh, will be my last offering in a solid existence.
Mother
blowflies with a body color almost matching my chilled lips will find
nourishment and shelter for their babies in my orifices; unlike the
child that I failed to carry.
My body will expand with sweet gas and heat providing a safe wonderful haven for the masses that fill me.
My skin slides away like slippery thin ice providing needed oxygen for the children.
My blue cloak is now soaked with dark spots of watery slime.
The
strong odor of decay will permeate the air, but no human will ever
smell me, only creatures that can bathe in its bliss will be present.
My
puddle that I’ve created is able to provide body-building enzymes to my
little ones, and somewhere for them to swim in protection.
I am slowly seeping into Mother Earth as the days pass.
A migration is taking place and my fat happy children go free to pupate on their own.
The dry earth quenches a bit of its thirst with the last bit of my juices.
My bones are at rest.
The wind blows and creates a wave in my frock and drifts a wisp of my lovely auburn hair up into the distant sky.
At last I have been no one’s….something…
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The Bag
Please click play on the YouTube video below and listen to the song while you read the story. The song actually inspired me to write it...
Monday morning I awake with my back hurting and my palms itching. I roll over on the foul mattress as I scratch my palms, and look out of the grimy window. All I see is another crumbly looking brick building and rain falling. To feel the heat of the summertime in this building is torturous, especially when it rains. The stench of mold and immorality saturates the air around me. I blink my eyes hard; trying to erase the sights and sounds from the night before to no avail. How did I get here? I ask myself this question every day.
I sit up stretch and slowly look around. A few empty faces and a few sleeping bodies. Soulless people-I hate people-all people. I don’t care what that ghetto quack of a doctor said. I do not have a mental illness. Just because I see those…faces. I tie my shoes and get up and stretch.
Do I smell that bad yet? I would smell better if I was circumcised. Damn my mother. And my dad used to always say “Put some clothes on, wash those feet!” When was the last time I bathed? I can’t remember, nor do I really care. I stand up, grab my cap and get ready to face another dead meaningless day. Maybe I’ll go find me a summer job….a preposterous thought.
I head towards the stairs while I think in my lazy mind about which dumpsters I would hit today. I was pretty hungry, so I figured I’d try to sneak in back of one of those restaurants that serve up those breakfasts on hot plates that people stuff into their bloated faces. I needed to hurry though or the flies and their maggots would get there first. I remember all too vividly the time when I bit into that sausage. It tasted so great until I felt those things squirming around in my mouth. I hit my mouth with the back of my hand and swallowed back some bile at the thought of it. Damn memories that fill my head. I was always having flashbacks. All rotten… nothing decent…the story of my life.
As I walk out of the building I decide to head to the east. The sky looked blacker in that direction.
I
like black. Black is good. Black is the color that can block out things
in my head if I really concentrate hard on the deep blackness. It can
halt those flashbacks I have all too often. If I walk towards that black
in the sky, maybe I will have a nice day; a black day. This thought
makes me chuckle to myself as I shake my head.
So I walk and I walk and walk some more down the street in a numb daze when something suddenly grabs my ankle. Startled, I look down. Ugh! It’s a filthy old man. I shake my ankle but he holds tight. “Pleeeeeeeeezzze!” He says. “Please what?” I say as I squat down to his level, his hand still gripping my ankle firmly. I notice his eyes are two different colors like David Bowie’s.
Although Bowie had those different looking eyes cuz when he was a kid he got punched in the eye by someone wearing a ring, I thought to myself. I wonder if this guy got punched in the eye too.
“Old man, please what??” I say with emphasis on how bothered I was. “Please, I need some help.” He desperately cried. And then he said. “I seen you, I seen your hands and they are good hands.”
What the hell is this guy absolutely nuts? “My hands are gross as shit and as boney as your butt cheek.” I say as I look down at them with my fingers spread wide.
The old man reaches up and grabs both of my hands hard and says “I’m in good hands; won’t you change my bag?” He reaches down and pulls up his stained t-shirt, and there it was the bag he spoke of. It was filled with thick bright green liquid and the bag was full, indeed. It looked really tight and just about ready to burst. What the hell was this guy? An alien? So I yelled. “Whaaaat? Your bag?? That’s about as funny as a bake sale; me changing your bag!”
“Please I am sad and helpless! Open this valve and change my bag!” He yelled. “That story is about as deep as your pocket change.” I retorted.
“It’s nice and warm, won’t you change my BAAAAAAG?!!!” He screamed. And I said. “That’s about as thick as the hair on your back, old man.” And with that I stood up to continue east towards the blackened sky as the old man continued to bellow towards me.
What a life that is mine. I filed this revolting encounter into my mind along with all of the countless others. Some day in the future, I will try to cover it with the black - the exquisite black…and those faces.
Monday morning I awake with my back hurting and my palms itching. I roll over on the foul mattress as I scratch my palms, and look out of the grimy window. All I see is another crumbly looking brick building and rain falling. To feel the heat of the summertime in this building is torturous, especially when it rains. The stench of mold and immorality saturates the air around me. I blink my eyes hard; trying to erase the sights and sounds from the night before to no avail. How did I get here? I ask myself this question every day.
I sit up stretch and slowly look around. A few empty faces and a few sleeping bodies. Soulless people-I hate people-all people. I don’t care what that ghetto quack of a doctor said. I do not have a mental illness. Just because I see those…faces. I tie my shoes and get up and stretch.
Do I smell that bad yet? I would smell better if I was circumcised. Damn my mother. And my dad used to always say “Put some clothes on, wash those feet!” When was the last time I bathed? I can’t remember, nor do I really care. I stand up, grab my cap and get ready to face another dead meaningless day. Maybe I’ll go find me a summer job….a preposterous thought.
I head towards the stairs while I think in my lazy mind about which dumpsters I would hit today. I was pretty hungry, so I figured I’d try to sneak in back of one of those restaurants that serve up those breakfasts on hot plates that people stuff into their bloated faces. I needed to hurry though or the flies and their maggots would get there first. I remember all too vividly the time when I bit into that sausage. It tasted so great until I felt those things squirming around in my mouth. I hit my mouth with the back of my hand and swallowed back some bile at the thought of it. Damn memories that fill my head. I was always having flashbacks. All rotten… nothing decent…the story of my life.
As I walk out of the building I decide to head to the east. The sky looked blacker in that direction.
So I walk and I walk and walk some more down the street in a numb daze when something suddenly grabs my ankle. Startled, I look down. Ugh! It’s a filthy old man. I shake my ankle but he holds tight. “Pleeeeeeeeezzze!” He says. “Please what?” I say as I squat down to his level, his hand still gripping my ankle firmly. I notice his eyes are two different colors like David Bowie’s.
Although Bowie had those different looking eyes cuz when he was a kid he got punched in the eye by someone wearing a ring, I thought to myself. I wonder if this guy got punched in the eye too.
“Old man, please what??” I say with emphasis on how bothered I was. “Please, I need some help.” He desperately cried. And then he said. “I seen you, I seen your hands and they are good hands.”
What the hell is this guy absolutely nuts? “My hands are gross as shit and as boney as your butt cheek.” I say as I look down at them with my fingers spread wide.
The old man reaches up and grabs both of my hands hard and says “I’m in good hands; won’t you change my bag?” He reaches down and pulls up his stained t-shirt, and there it was the bag he spoke of. It was filled with thick bright green liquid and the bag was full, indeed. It looked really tight and just about ready to burst. What the hell was this guy? An alien? So I yelled. “Whaaaat? Your bag?? That’s about as funny as a bake sale; me changing your bag!”
“Please I am sad and helpless! Open this valve and change my bag!” He yelled. “That story is about as deep as your pocket change.” I retorted.
“It’s nice and warm, won’t you change my BAAAAAAG?!!!” He screamed. And I said. “That’s about as thick as the hair on your back, old man.” And with that I stood up to continue east towards the blackened sky as the old man continued to bellow towards me.
What a life that is mine. I filed this revolting encounter into my mind along with all of the countless others. Some day in the future, I will try to cover it with the black - the exquisite black…and those faces.
Originally posted on
Friday, May 10, 2013
You Picked Me
Dedicated to my love BungleGrind...
Please
press Play:
Apples are all so
different.
Some have had rough pasts with bumps
and bruises and defects of all different kinds. They may get cast aside without
another thought - only to live their lives rotting without anyone ever giving
them a nibble.
Some are just perfect through and through with no flaws or imperfections – of course these are extremely rare if they even exist.
Some look so tempting in every way from the outside, but on the inside they are really mushy and very bland.
Some are shiny and gorgeous all over on the exterior, but the interior is hard and sour and you cannot sample them, even a little, without a grimace.
Some have so many imperfections in color and consistency on the skin, but are the sweetest and most flavorful within.
Some can be poisonous and will surely kill you if not at least make you extremely sick.
So many different apples to sample and to pick from in this world we live in. The list could go on forever.
The peculiar apple that was difficult to reach-
lurking back behind the leaves.
That is the way that I see me.
Way back on that lonely trippy crazy tree.
You reached out and picked the perfect fit that is you and me.
You make me so very happy.
All I can say…
…is you blow me away.
I’ll never forget our first kiss on that magnificent day.
I love you BungleGrind…we're just getting underway.
Sunday, April 28, 2013
One Bite...
She
never ate meat. She was raised this way. For no particular reason other
than her parents always believed that animal protein was unhealthy.
They had no moral or religious reason for not eating it other than that.
She had eaten meatballs before…um but the “meat” balls she ate were
made from tofu, nuts, bread crumbs, and spices.
She was going to be the Maid of Honor at her best friend’s wedding. Unfortunately, the rehearsal dinner was going to be served in her friend’s family traditional manner. And that was to only serve meat and nothing else; all kinds of meat from all kind of animals. Pig, cow, lamb, goat, chicken, turkey….and who the hell knows what else. She always liked the smell of good meat cooking, but, of course, never would partake in it.
It was time for the rehearsal dinner and she has decided out of “respect” for her best friend’s family tradition, she would go ahead eat the darn meat. She thought hell one episode of eating it wasn’t going to completely obliterate the health she had built throughout her life of not eating it. She thought it smelled good, so she believed hell yeah, it would taste good too!
She is sitting at the table in the great big mansion that was owned by her best friend’s parents. The surroundings were delightful and the cooking aromas were enticing.
She’s a little nervous and also she didn’t eat anything all day because
she wanted to make sure she was absolutely starving to assist in her
ability to actually eat the animal flesh and muscle that was to be
served.
The staff hired for the occasion assembled the beasty meal. Steaming platters of meat were placed upon the middle of the large table. The guests began to pass the plates and she decides to take a bit of each kind of meat that was passed her way and put it on her plate. Once her plate was full it was time to take that first little bite……
…….she cut a bit of beef and stabbed it slowly with her fork and brought it slowly to her lips
and opened her mouth and put it inside placing it behind her teeth and onto her tongue.
She began to chew cautiously ….oh boy it was kind of spicy she thought. The pain on her tongue startled her and then she started to cough because her throat felt like it was on fire. Oh craaaap!!! she thought, she couldn’t breath…she forcefully spit the bit of meat out onto the crisp white tablecloth as she heard the other guests gasp in horror.
She brought both hands up to her throat and she noticed it was swelled up like a huge flesh bubble. Her eyes felt sweltering and began to water profusely and there was a loud ringing in her ears and her heart was pounding painfully against her chest as she felt someone beating her hard on the back.
Then someone else suddenly came up behind her and jerked her off of her chair and was pushing her stomach forcefully. But she wasn’t choking damn it! Her eyes gaped down at the piece of bloody meat that was on the table cloth on top of the red spit stain DAMN IT!
Her last thought before the blackness befell her was “the meat did not just make me unhealthy; it killed me.”
She got out of eating the celebration meal of meat by her unwelcome death.
It was discovered during the autopsy of “she” that there existed a severe anaphylactic allergy to Melengesterol Acetate which is a synthetic growth promoter (the hormone chemical that makes cattle grow faster thus able to be slaughtered younger).
She was going to be the Maid of Honor at her best friend’s wedding. Unfortunately, the rehearsal dinner was going to be served in her friend’s family traditional manner. And that was to only serve meat and nothing else; all kinds of meat from all kind of animals. Pig, cow, lamb, goat, chicken, turkey….and who the hell knows what else. She always liked the smell of good meat cooking, but, of course, never would partake in it.
It was time for the rehearsal dinner and she has decided out of “respect” for her best friend’s family tradition, she would go ahead eat the darn meat. She thought hell one episode of eating it wasn’t going to completely obliterate the health she had built throughout her life of not eating it. She thought it smelled good, so she believed hell yeah, it would taste good too!
She is sitting at the table in the great big mansion that was owned by her best friend’s parents. The surroundings were delightful and the cooking aromas were enticing.
The staff hired for the occasion assembled the beasty meal. Steaming platters of meat were placed upon the middle of the large table. The guests began to pass the plates and she decides to take a bit of each kind of meat that was passed her way and put it on her plate. Once her plate was full it was time to take that first little bite……
…….she cut a bit of beef and stabbed it slowly with her fork and brought it slowly to her lips
She began to chew cautiously ….oh boy it was kind of spicy she thought. The pain on her tongue startled her and then she started to cough because her throat felt like it was on fire. Oh craaaap!!! she thought, she couldn’t breath…she forcefully spit the bit of meat out onto the crisp white tablecloth as she heard the other guests gasp in horror.
She brought both hands up to her throat and she noticed it was swelled up like a huge flesh bubble. Her eyes felt sweltering and began to water profusely and there was a loud ringing in her ears and her heart was pounding painfully against her chest as she felt someone beating her hard on the back.
Then someone else suddenly came up behind her and jerked her off of her chair and was pushing her stomach forcefully. But she wasn’t choking damn it! Her eyes gaped down at the piece of bloody meat that was on the table cloth on top of the red spit stain DAMN IT!
Her last thought before the blackness befell her was “the meat did not just make me unhealthy; it killed me.”
It was discovered during the autopsy of “she” that there existed a severe anaphylactic allergy to Melengesterol Acetate which is a synthetic growth promoter (the hormone chemical that makes cattle grow faster thus able to be slaughtered younger).
Originally Posted on
Sovereign Orb
I felt the first cut right below the knee as it sliced hotly through my flesh and severed my leg completely off. Blood poured from the stump in warm pulsing waves as I fell to the ground like a rag doll, limp and completely helpless....
My perpetrator laughed and roared in a demonic way as he brought the sharp weapon down again into the side of my soft defenseless stomach. The hot metallic taste of blood and bile spewed up and filled my mouth as I tried to scream, but only managed a weak gurgle, as I spit up the contents previously held within....
My throat ripped in pain as a deep gash was cut and completely demolished my wind pipe...
Some unknown weapon then powerfully punctured my right eye completely obliterating it....
I am on the ground, in a pool of blood and slime - all that remains in tact is my left eye as it clearly sees the ax continue to rise and fall as if in slow motion, transforming my being into a chopped up pile of hot human goo...
But my light still does not fade as I can still see clearly...sharply from my left eye. My futile murderer is now walking away, and it was then that I realized with trepidation, that my eye was....autonomous.
Sunday, April 14, 2013
Call the Cleanup Crew!
This is based on actual events - please press play and read on...
Ever hear of Stretch
Armstrong?
It’s a doll that stretches and stretches and you can pretty much do whatever to it and sh*t and it’s supposed to be pretty indestructible.
About 40K of these dolls were manufactured in the mid to late 70’s and then it stopped and surprisingly enough over 20 years later in the year 2000 the U.S. Consumer Product Safety Commission recalled the toys, but it’s said that none were returned. They claimed it posed a threat of strangulation as one of the doll limbs, when fully extended of up to 8 feet, can easily be wrapped around a child’s neck…wow I mean can you imagine this actually happening? There were also rumors that putting Stretch in the oven would result in a radioactive explosion, or, if placed on ones head too long, would constrict and cause mental retardation….which is exactly what I think happened to this guy.
In
the late 70’s they started making Stretch Monster…cool….me like monsters!!
Okay people this just looks obscene - doesn't it? Let's not pair up
Stretch with the Monster eh? Check out this kid's face...I mean wow, he
looks like he's gonna pop a blood vessel AND poop in his little 1970's
pants...oh yeah and he also looks kinda like Spock, don't he?
In the 90’s they introduced Fetch Armstrong. This is like Stretch Armstrong, but it’s a dog…yeah that why it’s called Fetch…how damn creative, huh? Yay! Ruff Ruff!
Over the years many other characters of Stretch were made but not gonna get into all of them here…so…
I had Stretch and yeah I know I am a girl so what the efing hell was I doing with this thing? Well, I was the youngest of 4, and I was spoiled rotten to the core with every single toy in the entire world, whether it be made for boys or girls - if I wanted it I freaking got it. So there.
I had fun dressing it up in my creepy doll clothes too haha. Well we would have a lot of fun with this thing, just trying to mutilate it…and one summer day in the late 70’s my friend Lynn and I were at my house. She picked up Stretch and said she was always wondering what was inside the thing…well I was curious too as to what kind of gooey mess was in there so I gave her permission to cut the doll open with some scissors. I was tired of the stupid thing anyway. So she sliced into the chest in a childlike performance of disembowelment and inside was this red stuff that looked like thick blood….
So you can guess what happened next….
….my friend extruded some of the stuff out and put it in her mouth; I tried to stop her by (ahem) softly saying “no no no don’t do that you will prollly get siiiick” but I don’t think she heard me, but I did give it an honest effort. So she started chewing…yaw yaw yaw like a hunk of Bubblicious bubble gum- she said, wow this tastes pretty good, kind of like cherries and milk! WTF? Cherries and whaaa?
And then her mouth started foaming really bad,
so I ran for something to wipe up the mess. When I returned, holy hell, she looked like a monster! Both of her legs were swollen like tree trunks
and there was red and white foam everywhere from her spewing some of it was even on the wall in back of her; I must say I have no idea how it possibly could have gotten on the wall behind her? She tried to walk but her heavy leg limbs were dragging like she was wearing two heavy casts…looked pretty funny actually.
I wonder if these guys ate some of that stuff….well…maybe…you never know now do ya?
I screamed for my mom and she called 911. I looked at her feet in horror as her sandals busted open from the swelling and her toenails started popping off (sorry Bungle baby). It was like a freaky Willy Wonka scene. I was smiling sheepishly as that’s one of my favorite movies.
The guys came to take her away to the hospital and her dad took over from there. They had to pump her stomach out and tap her limbs to drain the fluids…but she turned out okay….
Fish heads...
Saturday, March 2, 2013
Mystified...Me
Originally Posted on
This world is a crazy twisted place. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love freaky twisted shocking shit, as long as no harm is done to others. But I am a person who wonders a whole lot, so here are some things that really make my mind do flips and say whaaathfff??
Sharpie eyebrows-
Okay people, I understand that there’s gonna be some that don’t know how to pencil in their eyebrows, BUT I see this way too much; it’s a growing trend and I just don’t get it.
Hideously long finger nails-
What really concerns me with extra long nails is I just don’t underfreakinstand how these people can wipe themselves without complete self mutilation…not to mention the unsanitary conditions that live under those bloodcurdling things.
Neck rings-
I understand this is a culture thing…but I just don’t get it…why why why? If these neck rings were removed, I wonder if the head would fall to the side like a lollipop on a soggy stick.
Massive face piercing dude-
This guy just really freaks me out. I had a nightmare about him one time - he was chasing me, and when he got close to me his piercing would spew forth at me like a porcupine and do major damage to my tender flesh!
Vinyl suits-
Apart from being really uncomfortable, you look like an idiot. And what is with the mouse ears. This gives me the creepy creepy creeps.
Washing a bunny-
This picture speaks for itself.
REALLY weird shoes-
I am a shoe girl and I love shoes but what the hell is happening out there? I have seen so many weird shoes lately. I know maybe my man BungleGrind will like these because they’re black and red. ;-)
Long too thick eyelashes-
Well this mascara works really outrageously well wouldn’t ya say?
Tongue modifications-
I really have never understood how people could pierce their tongue in general. Yeah yeah I know the sexual reason why they do it, but ya no, I would never ever mess with my tongue for any reason, it just completely grosses my shit out. And a zipper? Yiiikes!
Extra small waist-
It seems like any time this woman would eat it wouldn’t go down and it would back up like an overstuffed garbage disposer, and come spewing forth out of the hole in her head.
Pick up a kid when you looked like that? Jeeeeez
Lip Stretching-
Okay I know it’s another culture thing and I don’t get it but I thought it was way cool how this guy had a Weird Creatures disk in that stretchy lip of his. Even though I don’t understand the crazy lip; this guy is freakin’ awesome!!!
This world is a crazy twisted place. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love freaky twisted shocking shit, as long as no harm is done to others. But I am a person who wonders a whole lot, so here are some things that really make my mind do flips and say whaaathfff??
Sharpie eyebrows-
Okay people, I understand that there’s gonna be some that don’t know how to pencil in their eyebrows, BUT I see this way too much; it’s a growing trend and I just don’t get it.
Hideously long finger nails-
What really concerns me with extra long nails is I just don’t underfreakinstand how these people can wipe themselves without complete self mutilation…not to mention the unsanitary conditions that live under those bloodcurdling things.
Neck rings-
I understand this is a culture thing…but I just don’t get it…why why why? If these neck rings were removed, I wonder if the head would fall to the side like a lollipop on a soggy stick.
Massive face piercing dude-
This guy just really freaks me out. I had a nightmare about him one time - he was chasing me, and when he got close to me his piercing would spew forth at me like a porcupine and do major damage to my tender flesh!
Vinyl suits-
Apart from being really uncomfortable, you look like an idiot. And what is with the mouse ears. This gives me the creepy creepy creeps.
Washing a bunny-
This picture speaks for itself.
REALLY weird shoes-
I am a shoe girl and I love shoes but what the hell is happening out there? I have seen so many weird shoes lately. I know maybe my man BungleGrind will like these because they’re black and red. ;-)
Long too thick eyelashes-
Well this mascara works really outrageously well wouldn’t ya say?
Tongue modifications-
I really have never understood how people could pierce their tongue in general. Yeah yeah I know the sexual reason why they do it, but ya no, I would never ever mess with my tongue for any reason, it just completely grosses my shit out. And a zipper? Yiiikes!
Extra small waist-
It seems like any time this woman would eat it wouldn’t go down and it would back up like an overstuffed garbage disposer, and come spewing forth out of the hole in her head.
Pick up a kid when you looked like that? Jeeeeez
Lip Stretching-
Okay I know it’s another culture thing and I don’t get it but I thought it was way cool how this guy had a Weird Creatures disk in that stretchy lip of his. Even though I don’t understand the crazy lip; this guy is freakin’ awesome!!!
I was Once in a Sack with Cord around My Neck
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I am going to tell you about another near fatal incident that happened to me. Although my previous blog about my near drowning was written from my own perspective of how I experienced it and what’s in my own memory; this is only told based on the description by my family as I have no recollection of it whatsoever, all that remains as a reminder is a physical scar.
The year was 1970 and I was a little girl of 4. I was at home with my sister who was 10 and some of here friends. My mom was home and in her bedroom upstairs. My sister and her friends were acting pretty goofy dancing and playing a Beatles album on the record player. I wanted to join in the fun so I climbed up on to the step stool in our kitchen. It looks like this…we still have it in the family…
So I guess I was trying to be taller like my sister and all of her friends. I was dancing on top of the stool and then I slipped off of the chair. Somehow I landed on my face and my nose hit the bottom of the kitchen table leg. My kitchen table looked something like this with the legs that sprawl out from it. But the legs on our table were squared off and not round like this which made them sharp.
I hit the ground pretty hard I guess because it knocked me out cold.
When my nose hit the metal table leg it sliced clean through my flesh on
the side and blood squirted and started to pool on the ground around my
head. My sister ran up stairs to get my mom while her friends gathered
around me. Everyone thought I was dead because I was motionless with
blood everywhere. My mom came rushing down and she thought I was dead
too, but she checked me and realized that I was breathing after all. She
also noticed that my nose was sliced half off of my face! She grabbed a
kitchen towel to apply pressure and subdue the bleeding.
So she drove me to the emergency room while my sister held the towel in place on my face. We lived directly across the street from the hospital; it was less than a mile away. Then they revived me from being knocked out and I guess I was screaming a lot. My nose needed stitches as it had been sliced off pretty bad on the side from hitting the table. So being a rambunctious 4 year old I was kicking and screaming and they were unable to control me. So they put me in a canvas like sack with cord around my neck. They did this so that I wouldn’t punch and kick them while they worked on me. My mom said it was a terrible sight to see. But I think she probably liked it because she always liked all of that gory stuff! Ha!
Anyway, they did a good job of mending me because my nose looks okay. If one looks closely at my nose, the stitch marks can be seen up the side, but I guess it’s not too bad.
I am going to tell you about another near fatal incident that happened to me. Although my previous blog about my near drowning was written from my own perspective of how I experienced it and what’s in my own memory; this is only told based on the description by my family as I have no recollection of it whatsoever, all that remains as a reminder is a physical scar.
The year was 1970 and I was a little girl of 4. I was at home with my sister who was 10 and some of here friends. My mom was home and in her bedroom upstairs. My sister and her friends were acting pretty goofy dancing and playing a Beatles album on the record player. I wanted to join in the fun so I climbed up on to the step stool in our kitchen. It looks like this…we still have it in the family…
So I guess I was trying to be taller like my sister and all of her friends. I was dancing on top of the stool and then I slipped off of the chair. Somehow I landed on my face and my nose hit the bottom of the kitchen table leg. My kitchen table looked something like this with the legs that sprawl out from it. But the legs on our table were squared off and not round like this which made them sharp.
So she drove me to the emergency room while my sister held the towel in place on my face. We lived directly across the street from the hospital; it was less than a mile away. Then they revived me from being knocked out and I guess I was screaming a lot. My nose needed stitches as it had been sliced off pretty bad on the side from hitting the table. So being a rambunctious 4 year old I was kicking and screaming and they were unable to control me. So they put me in a canvas like sack with cord around my neck. They did this so that I wouldn’t punch and kick them while they worked on me. My mom said it was a terrible sight to see. But I think she probably liked it because she always liked all of that gory stuff! Ha!
Anyway, they did a good job of mending me because my nose looks okay. If one looks closely at my nose, the stitch marks can be seen up the side, but I guess it’s not too bad.
Saturday, February 23, 2013
Dark Plastic Lonely Life
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or they would get thrown into my toy chest to live out a dark and lonely life. At night, when the moonlight would shine through my second story bedroom window, I would watch the awful faces turn into ever worsening and evolving twisted expressions as my young eyes would pear out from my blanket held right underneath my little nose. I swear I could see their faces actually change and twist and move in the moonlight; it was really strange. Deep inside I knew that this wasn’t true, and that the dolls were just plastic, but every night I would turn around to finally fall asleep with my face against the wall hugging my stuffed Red Clifford animal
that would be my savior from the living breathing plastic evil just 10 feet away from my bed. Oh and one human doll that I do remember really adoring is my Raggedy Ann that was the one that I could actually stand.
To this day I have never understood why dolls are for the majority of the time so strange looking. Even the non show type give me a good laugh most of the time. I look back and wonder now if my mom would find me the strangest looking dolls to give me because she really had a sick twisted sense of humor, and I do remember her laughing sometimes when she gave them to me. I wish I would have had the conversation with her before she passed away to get an answer…but now I’ll never know. So here’s to my mom who I have dedicated many of my blogs to because she made my childhood so peculiar and I look back on it now and it’s great, and it made me the sick twisted person I am today.
Believe it or not, I had a doll that looked kind of like this. It was thrown into my toy chest and remained there to live its life until it was finally grabbed by its leg (I’m sure) and thrown into a pile for a garage sale. It was truly ridiculously hideous don’t ya think?
One that I had on my shelf looked kinda like this…just ew
Oh my God no no no no! Just found this and thought it noteworthy…ha
As I got older in my childhood and started to enjoy the horror genre – I certainly would have appreciated this little baby creature…oh yeah Okay I know this is really morbid and I'm sorry...but I thought it was...well I don't know it's a doll people, so don't get your underwear all in a bunch.
And finally in closing – I want these dolls right now!
Signed,
Filthy Regan
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