My feet fucking stink

Dude, wearing dress shoes ish teh ghay. People who think that a person is more professional because their clothes cost a lot and are uncomfortable are fucking morons. The clothing I'm required to wear has no effect on how I perform at work whatsoever. I don't enjoy wearing the clothes they want me to. What does that say about me as a person? It's like a disguise. It feels dishonest and wrong. I probably wouldn't give a fuck if they just let me wear my fucking basketball shoes.

He is hater of the rotten Earth
He is the nova that will drape the sky in woe
We drink from his poisoned water
He is lord of those who dwell bound in sickness
Spitting vomit in the face of faith
Cleansing us who must atone for being weak
We drink from his poisoned water
He is the shadow cast upon those defiled

Victorious call
It will not befall
No salvation is free
Death comes beckoning thee
Encircle thee
Voices come in wind
Son of perdition
You come beckoning me

The sky embedded in the death of a nova
Effigy is seen in a second of light
No voice in the crack of his mouth
Bastard son of God

Yeah, it's some filler, but it's still some awesome fucking lyrics.

Breeding Death
Resurrection Through Carnage
Nightmares Made Flesh

If you've ever sat there and thought to yourself "Gee, I'd like to listen to some Death Metal", these albums hold just about as much validity as Morbid Angel's 'Altars of Madness', because anybody who's anybody knows that. Seriously. Check out some Bloodbath, brought to you courtesy of Metal Central, Metal Music and Information Super-Highway Road Rage.

If gay people can be a protected class, so should people with tattoos. Not tattoos of naked women and Weed leaves and your dead homie's name, and shit like that. Just the more artistic and neutral designs. Why must I hide in shame because I've chosen to add permanent ink to my flesh in visible places? I'm sorry, but taking it in the can is as much as choice you have to make as poking needles tipped with ink into your skin. And we all know buttsex is what being gay is all about.

Happy 4/20, cunts.

Fuck a Title...

Sitting in some of the Nation's worst traffic has left me unable to communicate verbally. Xor's most recent post inspired me. What I present before you can explain me right now better than any words could.

Trent Reznor - Quake

It's not exactly NiN, but definitely merits a listen. You'll understand how I currently feel after hearing it. It's also out of print, and rather hard to find. If you don't know what to do with rar files, google is your pal :P

I don't like working. At all.

We Got Motherfuckin' Snakes!!!!1!!

Snakes on a Plane.

SNAKES ON A MOTHERFUCKING PLANE, BITCHES!!!

That's right. For all you doubters,


Yeah, Yeah, so Tony Pierce blogged it a few weeks ago already. That's because he sold his soul for telepathic powers, and all the good shit he writes has been stolen directly from my brain. (The Stuff that sucks is still his own, mind you). That iPod belongs to ME!!!

But seriously. Snakes on a Plane is going to be the best motherfucking movie ever. EVER. I've got my fingers crossed for a cameo by Carrot Top.

Oh yeah, I'm employed again, so I'll probably be posting even less (if thats possible). It's not even a job worth blogging about. But it pays my rent, and you assholes don't. Some friends.

I'm getting stoned. Like now.