the cult leader in the basement.

so misty has been gone for a few days and i've been avoiding writing about it until she contacted me asking why i'd yet to write in here about it. excuse number 1: my computer hasn't been working. i THOUGHT i fixed it last night when i FINALLY got it to start, but it didn't work today so...FUCK. i'm on mom's computer which is inferior to mine, and i can't smoke here. excuse number 2: i'd be sad if'n i have to concentrate on the fact that misty's gone but...*strokes the air disidentally* i've never much been one for avoiding sorrow, but i can still use it as an excuse. excuse number 3: it's syra's fault. mainly because she has a fucking cool name and i always ignore her notes and shit, so i figured she deserved some form of recognition i'm out of excuses, so i guess i should write about misty a bit. not like i have to... excuse number 4: i don't HAVE to write about misty. it's not like i dated her or put my dick in her. nor would it really matter if i had. plus, she can't assault me from 2000 miles away. so i've no need to fear her. ya, anyway...i really don't mind writing about misty. i'm just having fun making up excuses and shit. and while i'm speaking of fun, i totally support that party. click on the fucking link if'n you don't understand.

before i hit fun, i'm burn out on my life. here goes. i'm debt free. i'm cutting about 9 inches off my hair and dyeing it back to it's natural color. i'm cutting off my 6" goatee. i'm attempting to wear clothes that aren't all black. i'm attempting to get a job. my second vocalist for the band in my mind will be here within a month. i've been writing a lot. i'm getting sick of music. nothing's sad enough. nothing's mad enough. nothing's genuine. kinda like life. i'm gonna change my appearance so i can get a job and see how it makes me feel. it won't be genuine though and the world will eat it like the shit they get fed every day. most of my friends are gone. some moved away (bye bye misty, bye bye drollery, see ya angie) but most of them decided to go fuck themselves. various tools of the trade [the fucking yourself trade] appear regularly. weed appears to make a great dildo and more often now, i've even seen people using their weedbrownies as strap-ons. ya, i've always joked around telling people to go fuck themselves, and they did. 3 cheers for X (or E if'n you wanna be an E-Tard), 3 cheers for the shrooms that are growing the the basement of my house against my best wishes. being grown by someone who doesn't have his name on our lease, owes nearly $600 to the house, steals all of our possessions (well, not all of them, mainly just our food), treats all of us like shit and rarely leaves the basement, because all the drugs he needs are delivered to him. how the fuck do you get off saying the god damned shit you try and pull, guy-in-the-bastement? you're runnign a fucking cult out of the basement. you've got some brain-washed good-hearted people that you're taking advantage of. the former kid with the poofy mushroom haircut is a great person. you once went off on me for treating him like shit. ya, i may've called him names (which of my freinds haven't i) and embarassed him in public. i drove his ass around, i bought him cigarettes, i bought him coffee. i desired to hang out with him because of his personality. you make him buy you food, cigarettes, weed and every single other fucking drug you consume. he works a job to pay for all of YOUR entertainment. he drives your ass around. seems to me like you're fucking him much more that i ever did. if you really feel like argueing with me about this you can drop your pants, bent over and spread your cheaks. when i'm done fucking you in the ass, we can see how you feel and maybe you'll be able to relate to him. then we can argue this point. as far as the rest of your "cult followers" are concerned, they wouldn't piss on you to put you out. all of my former friends who ditched me for intoxication would ditch you quicker than any of them ever ditched me. they don't care about the political bull shit and conspiracy theories you constantly spout. they want your room to use drugs. they want someone else to smoke with them so they don't feel like the addict that they are. some may have gone vegetarian or anarchist, but it's totally unrelated to you. it's a personal thing. you've become so secure in the world that you've built in MY BASEMENT. your world isn't even founded on your own ground. in 1.5 months, you'll be alone wherever you manage to convince someone that you'll help support them. you'll have your 2 friends that hang out with you every day until you fuck one of them because you can't work for anything. you can preach about how much money sucks as you take it from others. you can bitch about all the people starving in the world and how they need fed as you steal the food of people who originally agreed with you. now some of us realize that a lot of the starving people are TOO FUCKING LAZY TO GO GET THEIR OWN FOOD OR EVEN LEAVE THE FUCKING BASEMENT MORE THAN 2 HOURS A DAY. so, when you're burning the last of your weed that you didn't pay for, think about this: you fucking failed. you've lost all your supporters except 2, and those 2 won't last forever.

i'm sorry misty, i got really sidetracked. i decided to go anti-censored again. every bitches about how they censor themselves here. well, i don't. i'll write about misty later.
read the "poem" i wrote last weekend.
remeber: fun is good. *kiss* for misty. i miss you.