I want to write a short story. Actually, I want to write several dozen short stories. But, I will have to start with just one. I have mulled over one idea for nearly two years but decided it wouldn't play out so well; it seems a direct to trash bin release had a similar concept. And, writing a story about serial killers (in particular one who cuts up young college coeds) hits a little close to home, you know.

Therefore, I am going in a totally new direction, and I think it will be much easier. It involves poker, the devil, lost souls, redemption, and Helen Keller. I have always been fascinated with the morality tales dealing with the devil. How one always loses (unless it is a fiddle contest, or involving the namesake of a dictionary) when given their greatest desires. Anyway, it is my plan to have a viewable draft finished by Halloween.

I know you are asking yourselves: What does this mean to me? And, why do fuck do I care?
The answer is simple: You all are my bitch, bitches.

The time I usually devote to writing on my blog will instead be used on the story. I will probably post a link or two, maybe even a hate filled racist rant, however; it is my intention to spend the majority of my time on the computer looking up porn, then writing my story.


Wish me luck,

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Go figure: Who would have thought Syria was selling billions of dollars worth of weapons to Iraq. I always thought they were simply taking the moral high road when they objected to enforcing the UN Resolution(s).

Makes me wonder if the WMD's, the ones that so many people now say don't exist-even those the United States actually sold to Iraq, were transported over to Syria before the war began.

It is something to ponder, isn't it?


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Return to Puberty


Today, sanity gave way to reality. Darth Vader donned his helmet, leaving his son grasping for lies and only finding harsh truth. I want to fall asleep and wake up on morrow's eve-- I hope today is only monstrous dream. But if I slumber while locked in an everpresent nightmare, won't I awake to the same damning truth. It is a conudrum, though what would one expect in a world constructed with lies, a world that cannot accept truth.



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Saturday's auction was a bust. I put in two weeks of work and made -- now brace yourselves, a sum total of $300.00. As my wise teacher (who happened to live in a box) once said: Fuck that shit, pass me the ice cream and hamburger sauce!

Of course misery loves company and I am a total bitch. Now, I know that those two clauses don't seem to be related but in Bobverse it makes perfect sense.

Apparently, the women who served as our cashiers managed to "misplace" a few hundred dollars. That money will come out of father's pocket, which in turn will be taken out of mine. So, all in likelihood I will end up breaking even, and when I say even I mean making $0.00 dollars for 50 or hours of work.

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Guilty or innocent--she is guilty, by the way-- Martha Stewart has no business posting on the internet, even if it is through a proxy. She is in Federal Prison Camp, though based on her post, I think my little brother had a more restrictive stay at the YMCA day camp.

If you are going to allow her to communicate with the dullards whom call themselves fans, then make her share tales of unshaven penis maimers and undercooked lemon basted salmon.

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Last night I suckled on someone's teats. Whose? My own.


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The oil for food scandal and now this. It was probably a frenchman.

Be not proud, Pepé Le Pew, be no proud.


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Bill Simmons is my hero. He is a living composite of several college buddies, minus the need to cause senseless mayhem and, plus the ability to write a functional sentence. As I said in an earlier post: I don't like sports; but I still find his weekly column(s) to be comedy gold.

Oh, and you want to know why the Yankees will always own the Red Sox:

"We've been waiting since 1918 for the Boston Red Sox to win the World Series, and ... if I had a choice between the White House and the World Series this year, I'm going to take the White House. How's that?" -- John Kerry

A Yankees politician (Rudy Giuliani) wouldn't choose between the two, he would say "I am going to take the White House and the Yankees are going to win the World Series, of course."

That is the not so subtle difference between a consummate winner and a souless liberal.

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Look me up in seven years.


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"You know, there's a main stream in American politics and you sit right on the far left bank. As a matter of fact, your record is such that Ted Kennedy, your colleague, is the conservative senator from Massachusetts." (George W. Bush, Debate # 3)


Game. Set. Match.


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