Daily Rant: X3

G'day ladies and dudes. Forgot to do it yesterday and cosidering today's events, I have two extra topics.
1. Violence.
SUCKS!!! OK, I'm into carnage, spilling blood and shit like that but, even though that's what humanity deserves, let's not jump head first into global anarchy, savy? I mean come oooon... teachers beat up in class, kids raped in school and at home, old ladies beaten to death by their own kids... we've become a bunch o' freaks. The problem is that we are all too used to violence. After all, it starts at home, one way or the other. If it's not drunk parents or pisshead neighbours it's video games. Yes, I love violence in games and movies but that shit ain't good for a freakin 8 year old who'll go to the sandbox, grab a toy truck and beat the shit out of the kid who doesn't want to share his cookies. Seriously, what the FRAG is everyone's problem? If you ask me, kill the people in charge and put some real people... in charge. Like teachers, doctors (the good kind who like their jobs) hell, even the sweet old guy who sits on the park bench all day and feeds pigeons is a better choice.
Alright, I know i just suggested we get rid of violence WITH VIOLENCE but in this day and age, free hugs or a girl walking up to a bunch of soldiers with a flower in her hand ain't gonna cut it. Cuz they'll shoot the first person who'll open their arms and rape the girl. If they don't snipe or nuke'm first.

2. Beauracracy.
Have you guys, and gals of course, seen how much God damned paperwork you have to do these days? I used to look at that comercial with the guy who brings a box full of permits to get his licence or whatever and he's still missing something and think it was funny. Paperwork is everywhere, it's a fuckin' plague. Hello?! People?! We got what we like to call computers, laptops and internet, bring floppy disks back in style and chop down less fuckin' trees. I'm willin to bet my left hand that we don't recycle half as much as we consume. Don't call me a tree hugger, I'm beyond that but I won't go into that in this rant. Permits, certificates, applications, forms... FAHRBOT!!! Can't we just put all the info from 10 pisses... *ahem*... pieces of paper into one? Or at least make a law, every person has to plant as many trees as years they live.
This may seem cliche but... SAVE THE FUCKING PLANET!!!!!

3. Sexy doctors.
OK, it may be because I'm a virgin and a bit obsessed with sex but... there's this one doctor I go to once a month and she is, if I may use hip hop slang, saweeeet! I mean she's got the foshizzle, the bling, the WHOA NELLY!!! She's no D cup, breast size ain't an issue with me (and no, I'm not just saying this for you [she knows who she is]) and those lips... with me it's always the face that gets me and she has some juicy Angelina Jolie lips that are so fucking kissable... WOOF!!!
I know I'm acting like a freakin horndog over here but... today she was wearing a white dress (the significance of which will be explained at a later date) with a cleavage just big enough to get attention and while she was sitting on the bed opposite mine, looking over my medical documents I had to keep looking to the side because if I looked at her and she was not looking at me I could not keep my eyes off her lips, her cleavage and her legs.
I need to get laid before I do something stupid...

Daily rant: Little voice in my head

We ALL have a voice in our heads. For most of us, that voice is our conscience, telling us what not to do because it's wrong or how not to be because we upset others. For me... that's not exactly true. See, the voice in my head tells me what to do BECAUSE it's wrong and how to be BECAUSE it upsets others. He's a mean lil' devil, shouting rahter than whispering in my head suggestions... orders really, to rape, to piss off, humiliate or generally offend anyone and everyone. Now I'm not saying I want to use that voice as an excuse every time I do something deemed by society as wrong, it is part of me after all.
But I don't want to get rid of him, oh no!
You ask: why the HELL not?
Would you get rid of your conscience?
To which most would argue that that voice is not my conscience. You missed the point then. I meant, what would you be without your conscience?
The voice says: Really motherfuckin' entertaining sons and daughters of bitches, that's fuckin' what!
So then why do you keep it, if it's trying to make you into a what he just said? Those motives are personal but long story short: he helps me get by. Granted, he is sometimes hard to control as are the urges of all people on this earth but Yin and Yang are not there just because they sound good. As a devoted Sith, I believe that without the darkness, the light cannot shine. Or rather, one cannot appreciate the light without having seen darkness.
OK, so this one ain't funny, BITE ME IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT, I AIN'T HERE TO ENTERTAIN YOU!!!

Daily rant: Formal wear

Fall to pieces, I'm falling. Fell to pieces and I'm still falling... Every time I...'m falling down. All alone I fall to pieces...
Oops, sorry, was listening to Velvet Revolver - Fall to pieces, nice song, what what?
But on to our rant. Formal wear... DEFINE FORMAL!!! What? Just cause I don't wear a freakin monkey suit I'm not fit to go in your restaurants, attend your weddings or go to bloody job interview (not that I've ever been to afore mentioned places and events)?
I don't like wearing suits. Why? Cause they're all fancy, expensive and shit like that. I always worry I'll catch the fuckin sleeve on something or someone will spill their coffee on me... reminds me of my highschool prom, a bunch of guys went fahrbot and started spilling beer on everyone, my jacket got its fair share. Anyway... I like to wear jeans. They're comfortable, they don't rip easily and if they get stained, they're a hell of a lot easier to clean. What's wrong with a nice pair of jeans and a clean t-shirt or even a shirt? It's clean, it's tidy... it don't mean i'm a fuckin hobo who landed in a second hand store then jumped in a lake to clean himself off then went through a Chinese drycleaning service hanging from the rack like a piece of meat.
In conclusion... formal wear? DEFINE FORMAL, BITCH!!! Thank you for reading.

Stubborn Chapter 2

A few miles away, on a hilltop opposite the Joan of Arc Academy, a teenage boy with short dark hair and blue eyes, wearing a blue suit was walking to school, in his hands he was holding a black, leather schoolbag. His head was down and he looked sad as he walked slowly to school.
Suddenly, he heard whistling and when he turned to look, he saw three boys headed his way so he hastened his pace, which made them run after him until they caught up.
“Well, if it ain’t Denis,” one of them said, a tall bulky teenager with short brown hair and dark brown eyes.
“No, that’s not it,” said another, a short, stocky boy with long blonde hair and blue eyes. “He likes to be called Denise.”
The boy, identified as Denis, tried to walk passed them but one of them, tall and lanky with a shaved head, got in his way while their leader pulled his bag out of his hands and dumped its contents on the ground, among which was a lip balm.
“Hey, look!” he said picking up the balm. “Denise has lipstick!”
“It’s lip balm,” Denis finally spoke. “Give it back!”
“Aw… are you going to cry?” the bulky one asked and tossed it to one of the blonde boy.
“What’ll you give us for it?” the blonde asked and tossed it to the tallest of them but it was a fifth person that caught it.
A teenage boy, almost as tall as the one supposed to catch the balm, his blonde hair cut short and combed from right to left, a glacial look in his blue eyes.
“Knock it off or I’ll have you all thrown off the team,” he said looking at the three bullies.
The three did not seem to have the courage to continue with the new arrival present so they left glaring at both but after walking a few feet, they started sniggering. As soon as they were out of sight, Denis wrapped his arms around his rescuer, squeezing tightly.
“Kevin!” he almost yelled, tears running down his cheeks.
“There, there,” the other said soothingly, patting him on the head. “I’ve only been gone about week…”
“Ten days!” Denis replied. “Ten long days and you know how they’re all like to me when you’re not around.”
Denis suddenly let go and turned around. “And you still won’t tell me what it is you do when you leave,” he said reproachfully as he wiped his eyes.
“It’s no big deal…” Kevin shrugged.
“It is too a big deal! We’re supposed to be friends,” the other barked.
Kevin chuckled and walked closer then rustled his hair. “Come on, we’ll be late for class.”
Though still pouting, Denis picked up his books and followed his friend to school. It only took a few minutes for him to start smiling again and ignore all the mean looks that followed him and his friend as they walked down the hall.

Daily rant 1 EMOS

G'day! It's time for the daily rant. Today's topic: Emo.
I would like to ask one question: what the FUCK is their problem? Punkers were bad enough, giving rockers a bad name, teenage 'rebels' going around acting like they're the shit. But emos... what depressed, suicidal, brain damaged black hole spat them out? I'm as fucked up as the next guy, everyone gets depresed, I can understand that. But they're life goal IS depression! Some people have accused me of being emo. OK, so I'm a bit dark and pesimistic, bloody hell, if you knew my back story you would understand why. But there is a big FREAKIN difference between me and emos. What's that? Simple, they dream about inflicting pain on themselves whilst I like to imagine inflicting pain on others.
Seriously... what the hell? So I'm not exactly a guy with a goal, with life energy in me, working every day to better my life... Yo, I'm lazy, not a masochist.
So please, whosoever shall read this, pass on a message to any and all emos: if you're gonna bitch about killin yourself then fuckin do it or shut the fuck up!

For lack of better things to do, I'm going to post one of my lil' stories here. I SEE THIS POSTED ANYWHERE ELSE I'LL EAT YOUR BRAIN WITH A SPOON!
P.S. the bastard thing won't allow paragraphs, I'll be frelled if i know why... but I put a few extra spaces where they should have been.

Stubborn.
Chapter 1
“Oh no!” a girl was yelling as she ran down a path, through a forest. “I’m so late!” She was wearing a school uniform that consisted of a white shirt, a blue, chequered skirt that reached a couple of inches above her knees and around her neck, a blue ribbon and matching blue shoes. Her shoulder length chestnut hair was waving behind her and her brown eyes had a few tears sparkling in them. “I knew I should have left earlier…” she wailed. Eventually she was out of breath and had to stop, leaning against a tree, holding a brown leather schoolbag in her right hand with only three fingers. When her heart slowed down she looked around and saw someone lying down on the ground, leaning against a tree not twenty feet away. It was a girl with short silver blonde hair wearing an identical uniform as hers, as far as she could tell because she was sitting with her back to her. “Thank goodness!” she said and ran towards her. “Excuse me, would you please tell me the way to the Joan of Arc Academy?” “That way,” the girl replied and extended an arm to the north-west, in her hand was a lit cigarette. “Thank you very much!” the girl with chestnut hair replied. “Um… should you be smoking?” The other girl looked at her and even though it was from the corner of her blue eye, she had such a cold, piercing gaze it was intimidating. “You’re just starting today, huh?” the blonde asked and sat up, dusting herself off. “Y-yes… I just transferred…” “What’s your name?” “Helen… Helen Devine.” “Devine? What a silly name,” the other girl said walking closer, showing she was three inches taller. “Are you going to tell on me?” “T-tell?” Helen was shaking, she seemed like a dangerous person, the way she looked at her, the way she spoke and because she had to look up at her, it made her all the more intimidating. Helen started to back away but the other girl grabbed her left wrist with her right hand before she could take more than one step. The grip was tight but not painful. “Will you tell them, when you get to school, that you saw me smoking?” “N-no! I mean, I don’t even know you so…” “Stella Moore. Now, are you going to tell?” “Of course not but smoking is bad for you.” “I can’t really trust you, can I?” Stella said and grabbed her chin with her left hand while she put her right arm around her waist. “I’ll have to make sure you don’t,” she added and kissed her. Helen froze when she felt the other’s lips on hers, her cheeks turned red and her eyelids fell slightly, even if the person kissing her was a girl too, it still felt amazing. “There,” Stella said after pulling away. “Now if you tell anyone I was smoking, I’ll tell everyone you kissed a girl.” After that she released Helen and left. The shorter girl fell on her knees, her eyes still half closed, as she watched the other getting further and further away.

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