Seems my 1/2 loaf of bread went moldy. I couldn't tell and toasted it and made a sandwich. I can taste the spores. Maybe it'll kill me. Here's hoping. Then I can burn in hell or whatever for eternity since GOD is a big chicken shut bitch.
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At the edge of madness in a time of crapness... a psychopathic schizoid is born!!
I HAVE NO ANCESTORS!!! THEY'RE ALL FUCKING SHIT!!! IF I EVER SEE THEIR SOULS/SPIRITS I WILL TRY TO SECOND OR THIRD ....NO ETERNAL DEATH THEM!!!!
FUCK THEM ALL!!! PIECES OF SHIT THEY ARE!! I HATE THEM ALL!!!
And I hate all my current relatives.... may they die horrible deaths and suffer eternal damnations... i will laugh unless they are near.... then I will destroy them.
THIS IS WAR!!
...sandnigger gods want it. FUCK YOU ALL YOU COSMIC SACKS OF SHIT!!! LET'S SEE HOW HARD YOU REALLY HIT SINCE ALL SOULS ARE IMMORTAL!!
COME GET SOME YOU COSMIC COCKSUCKER MOTHERFUCKING SANDNIGGER SACK OF SHIT!!!
And they wonder why or how I ended up like this.... well fate or whatever instances in my life turned to shit from betrayals, backstabbings, lies, and just outright fucking craziness. It wears on a soul after a bit.... what looked evil or vile before starts looking like the only real answer. My life will get worse and my death after infinitely worse. I'll push the torment up infinitely since that's how the fucking
I finally blocked my fucking brother & sister on facebook and all their relatives. They can fucking shut up and die! I consider them fucking strangers and don't give a shit about them. May they suffer. Just like my fucking asshole parents... I hope they suffer immensely; them and their fucking rodent worshipping shit. FUCK EM ALL! I'd probably end them myself if there weren't cats & dogs under their "care."
Parents calling me STUPID and a psychopath again. I say their rat farming is fucking retarded and I want to rip that fucking gopher in my circle to shreds but I'm the stupid psychopath. Go figure. They just love ugliness of the land and house and shit all over the porch (piles and piles of rat shit) and stench and dead brush and holes everywhere. Yet, I'm the stupid one.
During this fucking icestorm the gophers & rats dug a tunnel into my circle's heart. I've stabbed and slashed the earth and pounded with the tamper in hopes to draw blood and death. No avail. Without X-ray heat vision through the earth my o only recourse is to dig everything in that line of path and I'm still too ill to try. FUCK YOU GOD!!! Destroy my sanctuary... DAMN YOU TO HELL!!!
Sleet, freezing rain, and ice. Sucks esp since I'm still recovering from this horrid flu. Nearly had a breach in the circle from rats or gophers. If only I had X-rayb& heat vision.... so much death.
I've been very sick since Sunday Night. Fevers from hell even when it is only 20 degrees in my tent. In my lungs & throat, coughing up blood & headaches to migraines that are fucking killer. I took some alkaseltzer cold and it was like the devil impaled my chest and my skull with a barbed lance or trident. I've never had that happen with cold medicine before. Every night seems worse. No NEW posts = me dead!
You know... it is pretty bad when you fart and it sounds like a frog croaking. It is even worse when a frog starts croaking back. Good grief -.-!
I haven't been doing daily blogs here and only on my phone as far as wake up, meals, exercise. Nothing special. Rats go into my skaven thread and I hope to upload a few videos to youtube today while in town. I've been feeling meh and workouts suffer from it. I had a few forearm injuries from overworking and maybe that depressed me. At least i still get my steps and walking lunges in.
T-mobile sucking like ass today so few posts. Been tired for days. Still, managed to do my 500 walking lunges and high knees. Fucking torrential rain makes running impossible. Bleh!
4th today.. tired. Kind of depressed. It is that beginning new year blues esp considering my living conditions. Despair & hopelessness rears its ugly head and strikes crushing me into the earth. I rise battered and it starts to strike again. Uphill.... mountainous.
Ok, I'm going to use status as a sort of mini-blog. 1st was fine. Tired 2nd Did well. Felt good. 3rd after shopping for sundries I was tired. Too tired. I went to bed early.
NO I HAVE NOT HAD MINE IN A WHILE!
I soaked it in hot epsom salt water. Fuck these updates have to be short. So, I haven't slit my throat probably to Atlantico's disappointment. I know those catholic fuckers want me dead and in hell. Fuck them. I'll out live those bitches and cunts. Life sucks.... I don't expect death to be better.
And I sure as fuck won't surrender like every other fucking spirit out there. Fucking wussy bitches. FU GOD!
I turned 50 today. I'll make a post in my bio. It wasn't terrible. I didn't buy any lottery tickets but did drink a beer and ate some frozen patty burger i turned into hamburger gravy.. i had a chocolate uh.. cupcake (from a box).
100 years to go. The fifth round starts. I cut my thumb trying to slice up ginger. Kind of sucks. Took off the whole callous to the meat. Kind of nasty.
You’re always looking for decent mobile games, right? Get Slice & Dice, that shit’s roguelite crack. Amazing game.
Not only did you necro a furry thread of all things. But you necroed it with BEE SEX
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