Just Another Post...

Love, what is it really? A complex series of emotions linking all human beings together or is it just another myth destined to be revealed as nothing more than a series of lies.

We’re always taught to believe in love from such a young age that it seems to be more of a fairy tale covered up in rainbow colored lies and shit then something that can be proved.

I’m sure everyone has been through all of this at least once and if you haven’t just try and picture everything that I’m about to say in your mind. Every time you look into her big beautiful almond shaped eyes you see a great and positive future with her, you see yourself talking moonlit walks with her on the beach with nothing but the sand and the sound of the waves keeping you company, your hands holding each other in a gentle embrace feeling at the soft flesh of her palm. You imagine your arms wrapping themselves around her small waist, slowly pulling both your bodies together, pretty soon there’s nothing keeping you two apart as both of your sides are lightly touching and images and scenes begin to race through your mind. Should you reach out, spin her around and kiss those smooth tender lips? Or should you go for her beautiful gazelle like neck and gently slide lower until you reach her shoulders as you slowly absorb her scent while your hands seem to take a life of your own and begin to examine and map every part of her young body that they can reach and all the while you wonder about what she desires most, what you can do that will turn her all of her emotions for you into just one animalistic frenzy of desire…Hmm…Or should you just push her onto the sand, take control of the situation and finally claim her with nothing but your passion for each other as your only witness?

Actually, a more realistic situation would be one where she none of the above happens, she’s going to be late, you’re going to be scared, she’s going to be pissed at you for acting like such a wussy, she’s going to go home thinking that you’re a loser without balls and she’s going to hate herself for giving you a chance, even though everyone who actually DID seem confident turned out to be a child molester or a rapist.

Shows you how many of our instincts work out against us. Pain, Fear and Lust these three emotions are prime examples of how much of our biological programming is working against us. And the saddest thing of all is that they’re all caused by a release of chemicals in our heads, nothing less and nothing more…

All I can tell you is that people aren’t ever going to wake up to the fact that the “Bad Boys” girls are so attracted to have nothing to offer. But when you compare them to the wussies who’re too afraid to do anything, well you can guess why and based on what they’ve made their choices…If you’re going to bitch about anything, at least realize that it was most likely your fault that things didn’t go the way you wanted them to…

Oh Sweet Violence...

Ah, Violence…Such a beautiful thing, isn’t it? I mean come on. Who hasn’t wished that they’d witness a car accident happening before their eyes? Who hasn’t wished to be in the middle of a war? Who hasn’t wanted to witness a natural disaster happening right before their very eyes? To stand right in the middle of a raging tornado, to bathe in the lava of an exploding volcano (I admit, this one might be not a very common fantasy).

How many times have you seen a violent movie? Laughed when the little kid got shot in the head? The popularity of movies such as Hostel, Running Scared, Sin City or any other movie such as those is a tribute, a kind of constant reminder to the fact that we are obsessed with corruption and violence. Anything ‘bad’ for us is what we want. I guess it’s just human nature to enjoy the suffering of others, as long as it’s not happening to us, what have we got to worry about really?

Maturity, Is it a good thing?

Have you ever met someone and just wanted to scream at them to just act their age? I mean you see this little kid who’s barely old enough to do anything except pass water with his pisser but try and talk to him and suddenly you feel like you’re talking to some geriatric with nothing better to do in his free time but look at pictures of young boys, actually given the way he acts, I wouldn’t be surprised if he does…
I mean it’s alright to be a little mature but when you’re being confused with geriatrics I mean by then you should’ve realized that something’s pretty messed up with the way you’re acting. Why can’t you just take your bike out for a ride and throw rocks at anything that you pass by while you shout something offensive? These kinds of people really scare me. It’s like they’re rushing to get old and if I’m not mistaken, he probably hangs around in a nursing home so he could “hang with his homies”.
Please little kids, go have some fun, leave the cynicism, sarcasm and all that emotional crap about how the world will just love to fuck you over at the slightest chance to those that have actually experienced it and not to people whose idea of experiencing the world is reading old history textbooks when they should be outside playing or doing something lame and stupid or even taking drugs…
And parents, stop it…Your kids want to have fun unless they get picked on and get beaten up at school nobody wants to sit at home and become a smartass at 11 and even if your kid actually does enjoy it…You’ve got yourself a problem, a big one…
One more thing…Intelligence may be a turn on…But at 12…It fucking scares the shit out of me…

Friends?

I’ve been wondering lately, do friends really exist or have we finally completely and utterly destroyed all meaning to that term? I mean what does that word mean to you? Someone you can use? Someone who’s there whenever you need something? Someone you have complete control over?

Or is it just someone you can share your experiences with? Someone you can have a good time with? Someone who stands by you no matter how tough things get?

Seriously, just like everything else in this age that we live in, friends have become obsolete, something that holds us back, an obstacle to a better future, just one more rock that we have to step over to get where/what we want…

I mean, I’ve seen people who’ve known each other for years, only to admit that neither likes the other and that the only reason they’re “friends” is because of some mutual gain, something that both cannot afford to lose, these friendships are usually stronger and last longer than two people who’ve known each other since childhood and the only bond between them is that they both know the other person better than they know themselves…But seriously, think about it. What’s the point in having a friend if you can’t exploit him?

How many times have you exploited a friend? How many times have you backstabbed a friend? How many times have you fucked a friend over, just because you got bored of him?

Hell, we’re only human after all…

The Beast...

The beast stared him in the eye, the hollow of it’s socket seemed to look deep into his soul, like it knew every dirty little secret that he had kept throughout the years, nothing was sacred to the beast, it lived on his fantasy’s but the time to put it down has come.

He wrapped his fist around the base of the beasts head, just where its head connected with its snake like body, it seemed to groan, not realizing that this time was going to be different, it pulsated just like it always does, expanding in size at the merest hint of danger, an ingenious defense mechanism if that was what it truly was. He squeezed the beast, trying to rob it of it’s most precious substance but it seemed to backfire, instead of dying like it should have, the beast rose from it’s slumber, expanding to a size that was as inhuman as it was unholy, It’s hairy base latched on to his legs, it was part of him, he couldn’t escape it anymore…It’s hunger was his own, he felt it’s pain, he realized that it didn’t want to hurt him, but it couldn’t survive without doing so, he slid his hand down it’s base, instead of pain, the motion filled him with pleasure, he couldn’t understand what was happening with the beast, this was something new, something unexpected…

After what seemed like hours, the beast seemed no more done with him then he was done with it, but it couldn’t go on like this forever, it just couldn’t…With the last of his will he pulled out the needle thin knife he always kept with him, and stabbed the beast straight in the eye, It yelled out in pain, and it’s eye exploded, jettisoning a creamy white substance across its lair, the pain was excruciating but there was something else hidden within that emotion…It seemed like waves of pleasure were emanating from the creatures body…Filling the man with thoughts he couldn’t control…His thoughts seemed to no longer belong to him, the beast an evil parasite with the power to control his emotions and thoughts at any moment…He would have to learn to control it if he was to survive…

The Morning Shit...

10:28 Am…

There was a gentle breeze caressing the leaves of the great oak tree that he had grown beneath his window 7 years ago on the day of his marriage, he knew it was dangerous in the likely event of a storm, that the tree could likely snap in half and come crashing down and kill both him and his sleeping wife.

Speaking of his wife, she wasn’t there sleeping next to him as she usually does, it doesn’t matter to him though, he gets up off the bed, the bed sheet running across his smooth muscular body, he decides to go up to the mirror in the room taking a moment to examine himself in the mirror, his chest hair was erect, a bad sign, it had only happened to him once before, back when he was only 7. It was the hair on his head though at that time, not surprising considering he was only a child when it had happened. It was then that the first cramp hit him, doubling him over with pain, ‘Oh shit’ he muttered to himself, little did he realize the truth in those two little words, judging from the pain, he knew he didn’t have much time to reach the bathroom, he should have never trusted his wife to cook, he knew what that thing had done to his mother, it ran in the family, any woman who married into his family lost all of their ability to cook food, nobody ever understood it, and of all those who witnessed what happened, he’s the only one who ever survived, they didn’t believe him, they thought he was crazy, but he knew what he saw, his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him, he wasn’t a little kid trying to deal with the brutal death of his mother by throwing himself into a sick and twisted little fantasy, ‘Oh no, not again’ he moaned as the second wave hit him like a ton of bricks…Ten seconds later he’s finally reached the door to the bathroom, ‘No…This can’t be happening to me, it just can’t…’ as he realized with sick horror that his wife was inside the bathroom, he could hear her taking a shower inside, he didn’t have time to think there was no time to explain, he stormed through the door, his wife began screaming, thinking that he was crazy, but she didn’t know, she couldn’t know, it wasn’t her fault. He punched her in the face, silencing her, her limp body falling across the basin of the bath, he took her in his arms before her body fell to the floor and heaved her across the bathroom out into the bedroom outside, he winced at the sound her head made as it connected with the bedside table but he had more important things to worry about, he locked the door, and sat upon the toilet waiting for it to happen, this time when the pain came, he wouldn’t hold it in, he’ll let it out, he’ll let it loose or it’ll tear him from the inside out.

It’s finally time, he could feel his anus expanding as the first jet of gas was forcefully ejected from his body, the stink clogged his nostrils and brought manly tears down from his eyes, he could feel his intestines expanding as they were preparing to eject a massive load down into the toilet, he felt the acid storm through his intestines first, burning the nerves in his anus until he could feel nothing, and that was when it happened. The first jet of liquid shit shot from his ass into the toilet beneath him, sending a stream of shitty water to cover his ass with a fine mist, he could feel it hardening 4 seconds later encrusting his ass like the shell of a turtle, he dry heaved at the smell, the smell was indescribable, the pain was excruciating, he was in pure agony, as every jet of shit felt like a jet fighter scrambling out of his ass. It was only moments later that he could hear that sick maniacal laugh, like a person drowning in a pool of shit laughing his ass off. A wave of pure force threw him off the toilet sending him sliding through the bathroom on the smooth wet tile. A huge humanoid shit began to rise from the toilet.

‘What do you want from me’ he asked.

‘I want you to tell me my name’ the shit replied.

‘You’re Evil Poopoo, the one who killed my mother’

‘Hardly, your mother’s death was caused by her inability to cook and neither is my name Evil Poopoo that was the name given to me by a desperate little child unable to deal with reality’

‘Then what is it? What’s your name?’

‘I am Lord Diarrhea; I am he who shall take the life of your wife, she who cannot cook’

‘Never! I won’t let you’

‘Silence mortal’ shouted Lord Diarrhea as he threw a huge ball of quick dry shit, encrusting him from head to toe in a prison of shit.

He could do nothing but squirm as he heard the screams of his wife, he could only imagine what was being done to her, he never heard her scream like that, he never heard anyone make those noises before, soon all he could hear were the gurgling sounds as he knew she was drowning in a pool of his own shit…

A Mothers Love

It was a hot summers night, she was sitting at home all alone dressed in a pair of old jeans that were torn around the edges and a loose fitting white shirt, the shirt wasn’t hers and she doesn’t remember his name either.

It’s a strange feeling when your life, the one you’ve envisioned for yourself, the one you think you deserve, the one you’ve worked for, comes crashing down around you without the slightest warning. How just one mistake, just one moment of passion could destroy it all.

How could what felt so right at the time be so wrong?

She gets up, wincing at the pain in her knees and quietly proceeds to the bathroom.

Inside the bathroom it’s dark, but she’s been here a thousand times, she knows where everything is, she doesn’t need any light to make her way to the sink, if there was any light, we would see that her eyes were red and puffy, underneath they were moist…She’s been crying. We would also see that she was once beautiful, but now she’s nothing more than a mere ghost of her former self, her radiant smile has become crooked, she’s lost a few teeth, her eyes have lost their brilliant radiance, her hair frames her face in ragged clumps and one cheek is lined with a scar that runs down to her neck, she looks too old.

She reaches into the medicine cabinet and pulls out a bottle of pills and places a few into her mouth, she washes them down with some water. She shuts off the water tap and leaves the bathroom; she’s just as quite leaving as she was coming in.

She tiptoes to the baby’s cradle, making sure she doesn’t wake it, she puts her hands on its lips and gives it one last kiss, singing a lullaby while she smothered it.

She placed it’s body back in the crib, still singing…She went back to bed knowing she wouldn’t see another sunrise, knowing that it’s all over now, that everything is going to be alright. She went to sleep knowing that she wouldn’t be there for her 18^th birthday…

*I'm really not happy with the ending...I'll consider changing it later on...Let me know what you guys think...

Just Another Lonesome Day…

It’s strange what people do when there’s no one watching…When they’re alone, truly alone…Here’s an example if you don’t get what I’m saying…If someone was left alone in his house…He may get the urge to do something he doesn’t do often, such as…Taking off all of his clothes, Putting on a Cowboy hat…And pretending to be a naked Cowboy, Running around the house…Which may sound awesome…But really isn’t that nice…A bit too breezy...People really only show who they are when they’re alone…By nature…We put on a mask whenever we’re not alone…I sometimes doubt if we know who and what we really are…Just like an actor may actually believe that he’s no longer acting and that he’s now ‘living’ his role…So do we begin to ‘live’ our roles that we were cast for…Completely and blissfully unaware of what we really are…

Let me ask you this…How many people seem ‘fake’ to you…That they’re not who they really are…They make stuff up…The pretend to be nice or they pretend to be complete assholes…They pretend to be troubled or they pretend to be carefree…It’s really not a wonder that somewhere along the line…We began to believe that the only way we can truly fit in is…well…by pretending to be someone we’re not…

How to write a love letter...

Alright constant reader...For this little post...I'm going to actually enlighten you with something most people are familiar with...But haven't got a clue to do...
How many times have you stared at someone from across the room...She's the hottest, smartest thing you've ever seen...And you haven't got a chance in hell with her...Well...Maybe a letter from you might get her heart pumping...So I'm going to use a real letter I once wrote...But never got the chance to send because I was so shy...To show you guys how it's done...


Dear X,

You're probably who I am, Why I've sent this letter...Well...I've got a crush on you...And I hope to show you how I feel...I've wondered how long I can see you sitting there...So far away...Smiling, laughing...Until I got the courage to walk up to you and finally be the one to make you smile...I've wondered what it would take to finally get you off my mind...I've lain awake for nights constantly...Searching inside me for the courage to face my fears and walk up to you and express about how I feel...To tell you how much I care about you...About what you mean to me...But I've realized something...The thing I loved the most about your smile...Wasn't the the perfection in it...Or the way your whole faced lights up...It's me imagining my fist crashing into it...And your beautiful soft voice screaming in pain...Of you moaning softly...Of tears streaming out of those beautiful brown eyes of yours in raging streams that reminds me of an angry river...I want to take that beautiful face of yours...And paint it black and blue with my fist...I want to tie you...Just so I could cut you...Little by little...Painfully...
And if you should happen to gain a few pounds? Well don't worry...I'll still love you...But only after I've run you over with a steamroller...and used what's left of you as an ironing board...
I hope you die...You and your whole family...

Love and Respect,
WeirdGoat...


P.S. I'm usually a very nice person...But I just don't like you....


Well reader...We've come to the end...I hope you take this letter...And use it as an example when you're struggling to find the right words to say to that special someone...