We've been waiting, waiting for 9 months already.My Sword was getting rusty by now. The time is almost here, the time to take out your sword, brush off the rust, sharpen it and mentally prepare to decapitate.To Decapitate those not willing to decapitate themselfs. Those who are frightened to fight for their king, those that not deserve to live.Its been a while, but march starting to move out of its way April is getting closer, The first day of april will be the day of the second season of this highly anticipated show. Game of Thrones is getting close now. It's been a long wait, but seeing heads being cut off with massive swords, and a midget bashing skulls with a shield his own size, id say its been worth the wait! The thing i personally like about this show is that it has multiple storylines going on, so your not locked to just a few characters, wich actually wouldnt have been a problem.I like pretty much every character in the show, from the hookers to the midgets they all know how to play their role really well.There is supposed to be 7 families in this land, but as far as i can recall we've not seen all of them. There are the Starks, the lord his family, The allisters wich is the queens family with the kickass midget. And ofcourse not to forget, the Baratheon's, the kings family. And across the sea there are the Targaryens wich were the previous ruling family, are now making their way back to regain possesion of the throne. I have high hopes for this show, the budget for the show got bigger, so i hope we get to see some epic shit!
Imdb: Rating: 9.4/10 - 99,197 votes
Comedy? Not really, but there are some funny moments.
Friday, March 9, 2012
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
IT'S ALL JUST FLUFFY GODDAMN CLOUDS
IT’S ALL JUST FLUFFY
GODDAMN CLOUDS!
-Song playing: ‘’when
it’s cold I’d like to die’’ by Moby
Here I am baby:
getting wasted in the void. The joint is doing its thing. The high is coming
on. Oh here it comes:
This is the captain speaking: There is a man
overboard. He needs to be saved! Help him because he doesn’t want to fight the
tide. Get him out the fuck of there. Tell him he can by himself. He has to
because nobody can get him out there but himself.
They tell him how but
the bastard won’t listen. The captain asks himself why he wants to stay out
there. The bastard told him himself that he doesn’t want to swim forever. So
the captain starts to ask him why he is keeps persisting to drift down there.
The motherfucker tells him that he stays down here because this is the only
place that feels real to him. He tells the captain that if he goes back up
there that it would only feel like a distraction of what’s going on. He tells
him he feels more lost up there than down here. The captain tells him that it
can get pretty real up here as well. He tells him that he doesn’t need to drift
down there.
But the lost little boy at sea tells them: that’s a crock of shit. This fucking sea is real. I have to fight the tide baby. Can’t go up there and mingle with you happy-go lucky bastards…
But the lost little boy at sea tells them: that’s a crock of shit. This fucking sea is real. I have to fight the tide baby. Can’t go up there and mingle with you happy-go lucky bastards…
Then the captain
says: you are the one full of shit boy. You think you are getting real down
there? You are just feeding excuses to feel sorry for yourself. Life isn’t
there. If you stay there long enough you will lose who you are. You will
destroy everything that represented why you got in there in the first place.
You’ll piss on the memories. There will no more sweet nostalgia if you stay
down there. Grab my hands and get back here, there is a pretty lady waiting for
you up there.
The boy asks: like who?
The captain then opens his zipper and whips out his cock. The boy says: What the fuck are you doing? The captain doesn’t listen and he just starts pissing all over him. The boy drifts deeper. It’s cold down there. But it’s better than the piss streaming down from up there. It’s cold down there and the boy feels like he can slip all the way down. He can go all downhill from here. Yet he can’t now. He sees how. He sees why. But he can’t now…
Why? The boy doesn’t know. Maybe he secretly remembers the girl that the captain was talking about…
When the boy figured that the captain was done pissing he let his head above water again. The boy saw that he was precisely on time. He saw that the captain was smoothly shuffling his dick inside his pants again. So the boy asks: WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT ALL ABOUT? The captain then says: Don’t go down anymore. You won’t remember her down there. If you down there it will get to cold and you would want to die.
The boy then says: Well don’t fucking piss on me then! I’m not going to let you urinate all over me you senile old bastard!
The captain then says: But you went above water again. That says something. That says you secretly do remember her. That says you do want to be saved. That means that you aren’t ready to down there anymore. Why don’t you think about her? Why don’t you start remembering?
The boy then says: What’s the fucking difference? It’s all going to go to shit anyway. What if it’s just an escape? What if I lost everything and such a great escape won’t be as fruitful as I hoped? Who says I will get real up there? Maybe I’m not ready. Maybe I need to drift a little while longer.
The captain then says: and what if the escape is great? What if she’s right for you? What if you’ll let something beautiful slip if you keep slipping away like this? You are a young man and I’m an old man. I fucked up a lot of things, especially in your age. Now this girl is someone with potential. Deep down you know that she is beautiful. Deep down you know it might work just because you two are both fucking crazy.
The boy then says: You fucking smart ass. You goddamn old man. You and your goddamn stories! I don’t even know the woman that well. Maybe she’s not right for me.
-Maybe so. But how would you know if you keep drifting down there?
The boy asks: like who?
The captain then opens his zipper and whips out his cock. The boy says: What the fuck are you doing? The captain doesn’t listen and he just starts pissing all over him. The boy drifts deeper. It’s cold down there. But it’s better than the piss streaming down from up there. It’s cold down there and the boy feels like he can slip all the way down. He can go all downhill from here. Yet he can’t now. He sees how. He sees why. But he can’t now…
Why? The boy doesn’t know. Maybe he secretly remembers the girl that the captain was talking about…
When the boy figured that the captain was done pissing he let his head above water again. The boy saw that he was precisely on time. He saw that the captain was smoothly shuffling his dick inside his pants again. So the boy asks: WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT ALL ABOUT? The captain then says: Don’t go down anymore. You won’t remember her down there. If you down there it will get to cold and you would want to die.
The boy then says: Well don’t fucking piss on me then! I’m not going to let you urinate all over me you senile old bastard!
The captain then says: But you went above water again. That says something. That says you secretly do remember her. That says you do want to be saved. That means that you aren’t ready to down there anymore. Why don’t you think about her? Why don’t you start remembering?
The boy then says: What’s the fucking difference? It’s all going to go to shit anyway. What if it’s just an escape? What if I lost everything and such a great escape won’t be as fruitful as I hoped? Who says I will get real up there? Maybe I’m not ready. Maybe I need to drift a little while longer.
The captain then says: and what if the escape is great? What if she’s right for you? What if you’ll let something beautiful slip if you keep slipping away like this? You are a young man and I’m an old man. I fucked up a lot of things, especially in your age. Now this girl is someone with potential. Deep down you know that she is beautiful. Deep down you know it might work just because you two are both fucking crazy.
The boy then says: You fucking smart ass. You goddamn old man. You and your goddamn stories! I don’t even know the woman that well. Maybe she’s not right for me.
-Maybe so. But how would you know if you keep drifting down there?
The boy thought to
himself; what the fuck kind of cheese-ball purgatory have I been drifting in?
Is this the supposedly profound state of mind which will make me want to get up
and get out there? Couldn’t the creator of this story devise something smarter?
I mean seriously this is some corny ass shit…
I smoke the remains of my joint. It’s the last joint I can smoke this
night. I have no papers to roll more. I go back on SKYPE to see what she told
me. This is what she told me:
DANI:
Reality isn’t that bad. Think about it. What happened in the past happened. Now
you don’t that anymore. You have a chance to start to start fresh.
I said:
ME: I’m sorry I can’t commit to such a thought pattern right now. I know
I’ll be right but…
She then said:
DANI: Then how can you commit to me?
Fucking wise-ass...
So I said:
ME: Okay, okay. You’re right. Goddamn Smart-ass.
DANI: I’m not right. Maybe I’m wrong. But if you want to commit to me
you can’t think about your ex and how lousy your life is…
I sighed. I said:
ME: I’m just a moody bastard. If my shrink is right and I do have
borderline you have to remember that this moodiness is a common symptom…
DANI: J hahahahahah… Oh please don’t use that as an excuse.
ME: Yeah well you can laugh about it but it’s a personality disorder for
fuck sake. It’s not an excuse but I can’t just get on the SUNHINE BANDWAGON. I
can’t go all like: OOOH LIFE IS ALL SWEET AND KISSES AND FLOWERS AND FLUFFY
CLOUDS. Ooh life is nothing more but a bunch of goddamn fluffy clouds. IT’S ALL
JUST FLUFFY GODDAMN CLOUDS!!!!
DANI: You are too cute. I just like you and you are awesome and you make
me smile.
ME: Stop it now… You are making me blush goddammit…
DANI: I’d kiss you right now…
This woman was getting to me. So I type down four little dots:
ME: ....
Then I say:
ME: STOP MANIPULATING ME! YOU ARE NOT HELPING! LIFE STILL GODDAMN SUCKS
ASS! LIFE IS STILL A ROTTON FUCK-HOLE!
DANI: I like it when you get like this.
ME: What? You mean when I get sarcastic?
DANI: YeahJ
The bitch made me smile. The goddamn beautiful bitch made me smile. So I
typed down:
ME: Now you are making me smile… Goddammit…
I also received a severe erection. I told her this of course:
ME: Now you are also giving me a huge boner. You treacherous snake!
She then said:
DANI: I can’t help it. You’re like a boy in a sea shell.
ME: Sea-shell? What the fuck are you talking about?
DANI: You are always hiding.
ME: Hiding? Where the fuck am I hiding from?
DANI: For protection. You want to feel safe. So you hide there. You hide
in a sea-shell.
I then realize what the story is about: it’s about me hiding in a
goddamn sea-shell. I’m a goddamn boy drifting in a sea-shell on the sea.
I then realize that the story needs a happy ending:
I then realize that the story needs a happy ending:
So the boy remembered
the girl. He remembered the girl that made him write a story called ‘’IT’S ALL
JUST FLUFFY GODDAMN CLOUDS!’’ with upper-case name characters and exclamation
mark to boot.
The boy then looked up. The captain was gone. He was inside smoking his peace-pipe. He saw victory already happening. He knew the boy would come back because he did, even when all that filthy piss was raining down on him.
And instead of the old captain, the girl was there. The girl was there and she held out her hand.
She said: get the fuck out of there. There is a life for you here and you are wasting it down there. I’m wasting it here without you. Let’s do something goddamn productive for onceJ
And the boy thought to himself: Jesus this story is one fluffy piece of shit. The creator must be high as shit.
And so the creator yelled out from the sky:
The boy then looked up. The captain was gone. He was inside smoking his peace-pipe. He saw victory already happening. He knew the boy would come back because he did, even when all that filthy piss was raining down on him.
And instead of the old captain, the girl was there. The girl was there and she held out her hand.
She said: get the fuck out of there. There is a life for you here and you are wasting it down there. I’m wasting it here without you. Let’s do something goddamn productive for onceJ
And the boy thought to himself: Jesus this story is one fluffy piece of shit. The creator must be high as shit.
And so the creator yelled out from the sky:
CREATOR: Yes I
am. But I might also be falling in love. Or I might be in one of my obligatory
illusionary enrichment common to borderline zombies. Maybe I’m just zoned out
from romanticism and I’m truly to fuel my void with a dramatic romance that’s
not real and only just in my head…
And then the
girl said: Shut the fuck up! You are ruining it for me and him!
The creator
then quietly mumbled to himself:
CREATOR: Is this real
or is this all in my head? Didn’t I forget to take my pills today? I did.
Didn’t I? What’s going on? Is she right for me and do I really want her? Do I
want her for the right reasons and does she want me for the right reasons? Am I
more fucked in the head or is she? She tried to kill yourself and you thought
about that too. You were so goddamn close to trying. Maybe she’s stronger.
Maybe you’re weaker. Maybe you’re too neurotic. Maybe you should the fuck up
and stop annoying her with your filthy gibberish. Nobody wants to be with a man
in love with his own neurotic ramblings… Get over yourself. Don’t tell her you
are masturbating on the other end anymore. What are you fucking crazy? I
thought you were the romantic type. Don’t get all perverted because it gives
you a sense of temporary satisfied manliness. Who needs that shit? You need
love brother. You need love in your bones. Getting your cock isn’t as important
as love mate! Get over yourself. Stop messing around. Don’t send her this. Do
not send her this. This isn’t romantic. Or is it? Maybe this is it. Maybe this
is good. Maybe this is shit. What’s going on? What if it isn’t real? What if
this shit isn’t real? Nonetheless the bitch got to you. The beautiful goddamn
bitch got to you…
The boy and girl both
shook their heads. What a goddamn crazy motherfucker the boy said. The girl
agreed. They both started to smile to each other.
And then the boy reached out and grabbed her hand…
And then the boy reached out and grabbed her hand…
19-01-12
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FIGHTING THE BIG BAD WOLF- a review of THE GREY
FIGHTING THE BIG BAD WOLF- a review of THE GREY
BY CHRIS UNDERDOG
-SLIGHT SPOILERS-
But I can't expect myself to be more bad-ass than Liam Neeson for fuck sake! The man took on Nazis, sex-traffickers, Batman, THE MAN PLAYED FUCKING ZEUS FOR FUCK SAKE! I think it's safe to say that Mr. Neeson probably has a bigger cock than most of us men out there. But of course: it's just a movie. Mr. Neeson is just playing a part. But boy does the man convince. From just the start of the movie where Mr. Neeson narrates that he doesn't know ''If he's dammed or cursed'' to the moment where he puts the barrel of rifle into his mouth, contemplating to pulling the trigger until a wolf starts howling, howling for him to face the big bad wolf out there.
That's the wonderful thing about this movie: our leading character is a broken man. Broken by the loss of his love. He tells the viewers that he belongs to a world of outcasts, rejects, convicts and assholes. Many viewers might have already been surprised by that. Many might have thought this is just another Liam Neeson action fare. Even I suspected this to be true. Though the director Joe Carnahan did promise something more than. I have been a fan of many of his previous movies: NARC and even the much maligned SMOKING ACES. I wasn't a big fan of THE A-TEAM but I wasn't a big fan of the original show as well. Nevertheless I did enjoy seeing Mr. Neeson chomping on a fat cigar exclaiming how he loves it ''when a plan comes together''. But that's about all I remember from that fucking film.
Getting back to SMOKING ACES: whatever squabble you may have with the screenplay, there's no denying that Joe doesn't know how to get the tone right for every scene. The man can direct a highly stylized action scene and he can just as easily switch to a more moving scene. This is proven in the scenes from SMOKING ACES where those three Neo-nazi douchbags pump up bullet holes on security officers during a song from Prodigy, while also having a moving scene where Ryan Reynolds mourns for his partner Ray Liotta- this scene is accompanied by the ever reliable music from Clint Mansel. Joe can use just the right amount of flash while also giving it a gritty edge. You could speculate that that's why THE A-TEAM failed, as Joe was restricted to direct PG-13 fodder and maybe couldn't please the studio execs while also staying true to his own directive style. Maybe, fuck do I know. Maybe the script sucked ass as well.
Either way Joe is in perfect territory in THE GREY. A film blessed with a script that has all the bloodshed and tears that can Joe can fuck about with.
The story is ridiculously simplistic: after their planes crashes, the survivors face off the ice desolated landscapes of Alaska whilst also facing a pack of malevolent wolves. The story of course gives perfect room for our suicidal main character Ottway (Neeson) to discover his will to live. Yet luckily for us, Joe doesn't get mooshy on us. There's no overbearing sentimentalism to turn you off. The wolves are ferocious, blood thirsty monsters. The men on the other end are scared shit-less.
During the course of this movie we also get to know the other characters and while they are expertly played (mostly played by unknowns except for Dallas Roberts aka the neurotic asshole agent from SHRINK and Dylan Mulroney who I remember most as the waterbed salesman from ABOUT SCHMIDT). But it's all about Ottway in this movie and the rest of the character are more less a vehicle for his own personal revelation at the end of the movie. This is after all, all about Ottway's journey. Nevertheless most actors get their chance to shine. They are not just underwritten supporting characters. None of them are cliche's.
While the abrupt ending might annoy some (I also just read that there's an after credit scene, which I haven't seen, but explains the question which might be burning some) it does tell us enough about what the film is trying to say: fight the good fight. Don't be afraid of the big wolf.
THE GREY is about life people.
And It's message might not be a revelation to some, but I probably couldn't tell it any better...
RATING: FIVE STARS
And while most of us will hopefully never discover what true survival is, I hope that all of us get a touch of Mr. Ottway's revelation- about what does truly matters in this silly fucking life of ours...
THE MAN HAS A BIGGER COCK THAN YOU!
WAR
WAR
HOWL against the Gods: You unfair bastards. How the fuck could you let that happen? Poor girl didn't have a chance! That kid didn't deserve to die! He was so talented! He could have ruled the game! Why did you let him play!? What's wrong with you? Why the fuck are you all so quiet? Slimy fucks! I don't need you. Nobody needs you. You all don't exist. We are here and the rest is all empty space. We play until we die. That's all. That's the game we play.
I roar some more. No God is answering. All the Gods are quiet while people lay there dying.
I help some out. I ask them if they are okay. Some say they are. Most cry. Most of them cry out to you. I tell them they'll be okay. I lie. I lie because I don't want to tell them the truth. What else am I supposed to do? Tell them their fucked? Tell them life is nothing more than this filthy game we've been playing from the get-go? We can only howl and move on.
We can only howl and move on.
Stop the pain. It's okay. I'm sorry for the illusions of life. I'm sorry this had to happen to you mate. I didn't wanted to be like this. I wanted you to be happy. Now you are going to die. And I have no idea where you're going. I have no idea where anybody's going.
This one's dead. Who's alive? You there: grab your rifle, check for ammunition. No i'm okay it's just a flesh wound. Help me search for survivors. We need all the men we can get. We don't have much time. They are still out there. They want our lives. We can't give it to them. You have to fight. We howled enough for today.
We howled enough for today.
square one: introduction
by
Chris Underdog
THE UNKNOWN WHITE-GUY wanted me to introduce myself before I start writing a review. I guess it's not an unreasonable request since I've agreed to be a common writer on this site.
At this moment, I'm wondering what the fuck I should tell you. THE UNKNOWN WHITE-GUY is sitting next to me and the bastard is making me nervous.
''Just write something you bloody bastard!''
''Give me a moment! You can't rush the words!'' I say, as we are passing a joint back and forth.
''Is that all our shit?'' I ask.
''Yes.''
''FUCK.''
Needless to say: I'm quite distracted.
So what is there to tell you about me? I don't know. I wrote a whole book about it. I wrote a whole book on the subject of me. And to tell you the truth: I still have no goddamn idea...
So there you. I'm Chris Underdog and right now, partly because I'm also fucked out of my mind; i have no idea what to tell you...
And THE UNKNOWN WHITE-GUY has the giggles. And then I get the giggles too. And we're stoned. We are so very stoned. And it's a hoot.
And I light my cigarette. The room's getting smokier. THE UNKNOWN WHITE-GUY says he can't see shit anymore. And I say: that's because you're eyes are closed!
And then he forces his eyes to open by using his hands to lift up his eye-lids, and he looks at me and he says: Jesus dude whatever you do, don't look in the mirror!
And then I get this morbid curiousity on who is going to stare me down when I look in the mirror. And some ridiculous creature is staring me down. I point and laugh at the bastard. I look him deep in the eyes. His eyes are full of pain. His eyes are full of confusion. His eyes are full of life.
And then I howl:
HOW THE FUCK CAN I WRITE A SIMPLE INTRODUCTION CONCERNING WHO I AM AND WHY I'M HERE AND WHAT I WANT TO DO AND IF THERE'S A GOD AND IF WE GO TO HEAVEN WHEN WE DIE AND WHY I CALL MYSELF UNDERDOG AND WHAT IS REAL AND WHO I LOVE AND WHO YOU SHOULD LOVE AND I SMOKED TOO MUCH I SMOKED TOO MUCH WEED...
And the UNKNOWN WHITE-GUY slaps me in the head. He asks: are you okay?
ME: I'm okay. I just spaced out a little.
I then sit down. I Take a few sips of water. I Light a cigarette and I think to myself something very deep. Something revelatory. But then I get distracted. THE COLBERT REPORT is one.
I'm back to square one.
Friday, March 2, 2012
May we all be wiser in the future.
1
Elias has lost his funk.
He has got it all twisted. He has no idea what he wants to do with his life. He says there’s too much pressure to do anything.
‘’If people put too much pressure on me to do anything, like mommy does, I rather don’t do fucking anything! You know what I mean?”
‘’I know what you mean. Too much pressure stops us from thinking straight.’’
‘’Thinking straight? That’s fucking impossible in this world dude. It’s fucking impossible.’’
He was right. I felt the pressure. I still feel it now. We both feel it now.
And after a couple of silent puffs of the joint, Elias lost it:
‘’YOU GOTTA DO IT NOW! DO IT NOW! WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU SITTING AROUND AND DOING FUCKING NOTHING! ALL YOU ARE IS A BIG MAN DOING NOTHING! THINK STRAIGHT! GET YOUR LIFE STRAIGHT! GET GOING! DO SOMETHING! YOU BORE! YOU LOSER! YOU WANKER! YOU NOTHING! YOU ARE MR. NOTHING!
You are nothing because you don’t do anything…’’
2
Is it pressure or are you just afraid your gonna be late. It might be your perception of not having any time anymore, yet there might be enough ways to get more time to do the shit you wanna do, but you didn’t even thought of it. Its just people on the outside telling you, you don’t have time anymore and that changes your perception on what you gotta and how your gonna do that, and ofcourse in what time you would, but only if you thought it trough enough, right Charles?
Elias has lost his funk.
He has got it all twisted. He has no idea what he wants to do with his life. He says there’s too much pressure to do anything.
‘’If people put too much pressure on me to do anything, like mommy does, I rather don’t do fucking anything! You know what I mean?”
‘’I know what you mean. Too much pressure stops us from thinking straight.’’
‘’Thinking straight? That’s fucking impossible in this world dude. It’s fucking impossible.’’
He was right. I felt the pressure. I still feel it now. We both feel it now.
And after a couple of silent puffs of the joint, Elias lost it:
‘’YOU GOTTA DO IT NOW! DO IT NOW! WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU SITTING AROUND AND DOING FUCKING NOTHING! ALL YOU ARE IS A BIG MAN DOING NOTHING! THINK STRAIGHT! GET YOUR LIFE STRAIGHT! GET GOING! DO SOMETHING! YOU BORE! YOU LOSER! YOU WANKER! YOU NOTHING! YOU ARE MR. NOTHING!
You are nothing because you don’t do anything…’’
2
Is it pressure or are you just afraid your gonna be late. It might be your perception of not having any time anymore, yet there might be enough ways to get more time to do the shit you wanna do, but you didn’t even thought of it. Its just people on the outside telling you, you don’t have time anymore and that changes your perception on what you gotta and how your gonna do that, and ofcourse in what time you would, but only if you thought it trough enough, right Charles?
3
‘’Yes but the people might be right. I might be wrong. You might be wrong. We both might be wrong. Have you ever considered the possibility that you might be fucked in the head? HAVE YOU? Because if you haven’t, you should! You should check your shit right now! You might be fucking crazy! In my opinion I don’t think you are. I think you are a stand-up guy. I think your cool and I consider you my brother…
But ignoring all that. I might also be fucked in the head. You trust me. You love me. But I might be crazy and my judgment might contain delusions. You might love but you can’t trust me because I’m fucked in the head.
Who are you going to trust? Who the FUCK are you going to trust? How can you trust anybody if you can’t trust yourself? How the fuck can you love someone if you basically shit on yourself all day?
Who the fuck? Who is right? Who the fuck is right?…’’
‘’Yes but the people might be right. I might be wrong. You might be wrong. We both might be wrong. Have you ever considered the possibility that you might be fucked in the head? HAVE YOU? Because if you haven’t, you should! You should check your shit right now! You might be fucking crazy! In my opinion I don’t think you are. I think you are a stand-up guy. I think your cool and I consider you my brother…
But ignoring all that. I might also be fucked in the head. You trust me. You love me. But I might be crazy and my judgment might contain delusions. You might love but you can’t trust me because I’m fucked in the head.
Who are you going to trust? Who the FUCK are you going to trust? How can you trust anybody if you can’t trust yourself? How the fuck can you love someone if you basically shit on yourself all day?
Who the fuck? Who is right? Who the fuck is right?…’’
4
What if its not about the pressure, but just finding the thing you wanna do and be a 100% certain of it, the thing that you feel you need to do, for whatever reason it might make you feel good, it doesn’t matter, as long as you intentions are genuine your doing what makes you happy. What so wrong about that huh? Well maybe the fact that you wont have any education and having to work the next 4to what 10 years of a salary of max 10 bucks an hour, jesus there’s that.. Then again, did you think that by 22 youd already have all the shit figured out that’s gonna be influenced by the decisions you make, you cant predict or know whats gonna change or stay the same when you make a certain decision, for example to take a certain study, the obvious part is that your gonna be broke most of the time, but Charles tell me, what influences do decisions make ?
5
‘’You mean what are the exact things that influence your inevitable decisions?
That could be a lot of things. I blame it personally on overzealous existentialism. Even though I hardly read fucking philosophy- even though I still have a philosophy book in my book closet which you have purchased for me as a gift, yes I’m fucking sorry that I still haven’t read it…- I do have an extraordinary knack for philosophical discourse- shit sometimes I wonder if you even need education for that? The big questions come naturally for me. They come, they go and they fuck me up. In some instances it’s like all the women in my life I guess.
Anyway, let’s not talk about woman. Leave the bitches out of the eternal discourse- which is something we are having right now, discussing the shit we might have the answer too.
We aren’t wise enough and maybe we will be wiser in the future- MAYBE WE WILL BE WISER IN THE FUTUREJ- But we always have the if’s, maybe’s and those fucking spirits of the past, and our own, a spirit that was probably tainted from the start to deal with…
We might be wiser in the future my dear friend. We might be. Or we might still be full of shit. I don’t know. You can’t expect me to know… But just try to fucking yourself dude.
Go ahead and find yourself.
And then move on; doing god knows what…’’
6
Well every decision is inevitable I think, sooner or later your gonna have to make a choice.AND I FUCKING KNEW U DIDN’T READ THE BOOK, U NEVER SAID SHIT ABOUT IT ANYMORE.Then again I shouldn’t be hypocritical as I didn’t read the ones you gave me either so I wont bitch about that. I think we got enough of our own problems to help people, so yes I do think you would need an education for it. Because Charles, if you would be medicating me, id probably kill myself withing 6 months. Well why not talk about it, it’s a big influence on your life, you want love, it a basic human need. And it’s a different kind of love than you have for mary jane lol, but what im trying to say is, is that all those big decisions influence eachother, and you don’t always have those influences figured out. If you think you do, you wont be so sure anymore, but that doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t make those decisions just because of that, you should also make the decisions to learn from it, observe and report to yourself what kind of influence your decisions have and get wiser EVENTUALLY, but a lot of the “if’s” we have are question that wont be answered anytime soon, so we shouldn’t worry to much about It YET ofcourse you should think about the if’s and the influences it has, but it shouldn’t stand in the way of making your decisions, because if you don’t make your decisions your gonna be full of shit anyway, so hop on the train NOW! FUCKING NOW U ASSHOLE. No pressure, no sure, ill em , just go with ehm, yea give me a big mac with medium fries please, god did that have to take 10 fucking minutes ?
7
You rambling cunt!
What the fuck do you mean that if I would be medicating you, that you would kill yourself within six months? Where the fuck did that came from?
Ugh. I’m stoned. My puff is disappearing. The eternal discourse takes a lot of puff- a lot of energy, a lot of soul, a lot of spirit, the whole lot of you: the whole lot of all who are involved… LOOK AT YOU! YOU ARE YAWNING! READY TO CROACK LIKE A BITCH! DON’T YOU SEE: GETTING TO KNOW ONE’S SELF IS GOING TO TAKE ALL THE PUFF YOU HAVE, IT’S GOING TO RATTLE EVERYTHING YOU THINK YOU ARE, IT’S GOING TO RATTLE IT, SHAKE IT, FUCK IT!
YOU WILL BE FUCKED WITH!
But then you will know who you are. But you can’t rush the shit. You can’t FUCKING rush the shit. You can’t comply to become something just because people or society expects you to! As you shouldn’t! If you have to be a fuck-up before you become the man you want to be, then be the fuck-up! Be the fuck-up if nothing else is available. But while you are fucking up, while you are being the slacker, use that time to figure out who you want to be- and maybe you want the fuck-up all your life!
Shit maybe that’s you were always meant to be. Maybe that’s what I was always meant to be.
HA! Of course not you silly wanker! You are not a fuck-up! I’m not a fuck-up! But you don’t know you are. I have an idea but I’m not there yet. I just know that I want to write but all the factors that I am supposed to take care of, is still a loss to me. I’m still making the fat stack I want to go to place I want to go. I still don’t have the proper papers to step into a better paid job. I still don’t have the love of my life cradling me, hugging me, sucking me, fucking me… I still don’t have the love I want. I still have a lot of days to be fucking miserable.
We have all days to be stuck in THE GREAT CONFUSION. And so we get lost in THE ETERNAL DISCOURSE.
But don’t ever rush to get out. Don’t you fucking do that my friend! Don’t you fucking rush to get out! Live it. Live it all. Feel the pain. Get it in your bones. Know its habits. Don’t escape what’s there. It’s there and it’s fucking you up.
Deal with it. Be a man and deal with it. Cry like a bitch. Cry to mommy. Cry to your girlfriend. Cry to your friends. Cry like a fucking man…
But don’t ever tread THE GREAT RUSH and expect yourself to not be more confused about the state of your existence… Don’t rush to become something if you don’t know who you are… Just support yourself until you do.
But support yourself in the right way… I think… I’m lost. I rambled. I’m stuck. I’m stuck in the eternal discourse again… Maybe you should rush… Maybe you should rush to get the fuck out… Fuck the pain. I don’t want to feel it to… I don’t want to feel this everyday…
But you get through it man. You have the occasional melancholy fucking you up but our spirits are strong… Our spirits are so much stronger than you think… I will find love… I will get out and be loved… I will get out and love the man I have become… The writer, the poet, the lover, the Underdog…’’
‘’Okay can I talk now dude? You have been jabbering away for abut fifteen minutes now. Do you have any clue what the fuck you are talking about? Do you actually still want to smoke a joint after that demented philosophical tirade of yours? Jesus Christ… How am I supposed to reply with this?
What will be my last words? Why did you involve me in the eternal discourse? What planet are you from?
What planet am I from? WHAT FUCKING PLANET AM I FROM?
And I didn’t know. I honestly didn’t know- probably from the same crazy planet I came from, I suppose.
So I told him we should build another joint. We should smoke it. We should smoke it and get goodly high.
Of course we already were. But we needed more puff. We needed more funk.
I told Elias: get us out the funk! Please get us out the funk Mr. KUSH? Get us out of here! Don’t leave us rambling in the void alone! Take us to your planet! Take us to your dealer!
Take us where we belong.
Please my friend, take me where you belong… So I’ll at least have a place where I’ll feel welcomeJ
8
Yea Charles sure, im the one that’s rambling, I honestly try not to be hypocritical, but your pushing it dude, and that’s why u shouldn’t medicate me, that and many other things, things that I don’t wanna get into because ill be rambling more than you. Ok my “friend”, chill out ill wont rush, I got the feeling this rant of you is your way of trying to medicate me, HELP MY MIND IS GETTING SHREDDED ALREADY!!!
END NOTE: These paragraphs were co-written. They were written by CHRIS UNDERDOG and THE UNKNOWN-WHITE GUY. The uneven numbers are written by CHRIS UNDERDOG.
May you be wiser than us after reading this article...
-C.U. & UWG
What if its not about the pressure, but just finding the thing you wanna do and be a 100% certain of it, the thing that you feel you need to do, for whatever reason it might make you feel good, it doesn’t matter, as long as you intentions are genuine your doing what makes you happy. What so wrong about that huh? Well maybe the fact that you wont have any education and having to work the next 4to what 10 years of a salary of max 10 bucks an hour, jesus there’s that.. Then again, did you think that by 22 youd already have all the shit figured out that’s gonna be influenced by the decisions you make, you cant predict or know whats gonna change or stay the same when you make a certain decision, for example to take a certain study, the obvious part is that your gonna be broke most of the time, but Charles tell me, what influences do decisions make ?
5
‘’You mean what are the exact things that influence your inevitable decisions?
That could be a lot of things. I blame it personally on overzealous existentialism. Even though I hardly read fucking philosophy- even though I still have a philosophy book in my book closet which you have purchased for me as a gift, yes I’m fucking sorry that I still haven’t read it…- I do have an extraordinary knack for philosophical discourse- shit sometimes I wonder if you even need education for that? The big questions come naturally for me. They come, they go and they fuck me up. In some instances it’s like all the women in my life I guess.
Anyway, let’s not talk about woman. Leave the bitches out of the eternal discourse- which is something we are having right now, discussing the shit we might have the answer too.
We aren’t wise enough and maybe we will be wiser in the future- MAYBE WE WILL BE WISER IN THE FUTUREJ- But we always have the if’s, maybe’s and those fucking spirits of the past, and our own, a spirit that was probably tainted from the start to deal with…
We might be wiser in the future my dear friend. We might be. Or we might still be full of shit. I don’t know. You can’t expect me to know… But just try to fucking yourself dude.
Go ahead and find yourself.
And then move on; doing god knows what…’’
6
Well every decision is inevitable I think, sooner or later your gonna have to make a choice.AND I FUCKING KNEW U DIDN’T READ THE BOOK, U NEVER SAID SHIT ABOUT IT ANYMORE.Then again I shouldn’t be hypocritical as I didn’t read the ones you gave me either so I wont bitch about that. I think we got enough of our own problems to help people, so yes I do think you would need an education for it. Because Charles, if you would be medicating me, id probably kill myself withing 6 months. Well why not talk about it, it’s a big influence on your life, you want love, it a basic human need. And it’s a different kind of love than you have for mary jane lol, but what im trying to say is, is that all those big decisions influence eachother, and you don’t always have those influences figured out. If you think you do, you wont be so sure anymore, but that doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t make those decisions just because of that, you should also make the decisions to learn from it, observe and report to yourself what kind of influence your decisions have and get wiser EVENTUALLY, but a lot of the “if’s” we have are question that wont be answered anytime soon, so we shouldn’t worry to much about It YET ofcourse you should think about the if’s and the influences it has, but it shouldn’t stand in the way of making your decisions, because if you don’t make your decisions your gonna be full of shit anyway, so hop on the train NOW! FUCKING NOW U ASSHOLE. No pressure, no sure, ill em , just go with ehm, yea give me a big mac with medium fries please, god did that have to take 10 fucking minutes ?
7
You rambling cunt!
What the fuck do you mean that if I would be medicating you, that you would kill yourself within six months? Where the fuck did that came from?
Ugh. I’m stoned. My puff is disappearing. The eternal discourse takes a lot of puff- a lot of energy, a lot of soul, a lot of spirit, the whole lot of you: the whole lot of all who are involved… LOOK AT YOU! YOU ARE YAWNING! READY TO CROACK LIKE A BITCH! DON’T YOU SEE: GETTING TO KNOW ONE’S SELF IS GOING TO TAKE ALL THE PUFF YOU HAVE, IT’S GOING TO RATTLE EVERYTHING YOU THINK YOU ARE, IT’S GOING TO RATTLE IT, SHAKE IT, FUCK IT!
YOU WILL BE FUCKED WITH!
But then you will know who you are. But you can’t rush the shit. You can’t FUCKING rush the shit. You can’t comply to become something just because people or society expects you to! As you shouldn’t! If you have to be a fuck-up before you become the man you want to be, then be the fuck-up! Be the fuck-up if nothing else is available. But while you are fucking up, while you are being the slacker, use that time to figure out who you want to be- and maybe you want the fuck-up all your life!
Shit maybe that’s you were always meant to be. Maybe that’s what I was always meant to be.
HA! Of course not you silly wanker! You are not a fuck-up! I’m not a fuck-up! But you don’t know you are. I have an idea but I’m not there yet. I just know that I want to write but all the factors that I am supposed to take care of, is still a loss to me. I’m still making the fat stack I want to go to place I want to go. I still don’t have the proper papers to step into a better paid job. I still don’t have the love of my life cradling me, hugging me, sucking me, fucking me… I still don’t have the love I want. I still have a lot of days to be fucking miserable.
We have all days to be stuck in THE GREAT CONFUSION. And so we get lost in THE ETERNAL DISCOURSE.
But don’t ever rush to get out. Don’t you fucking do that my friend! Don’t you fucking rush to get out! Live it. Live it all. Feel the pain. Get it in your bones. Know its habits. Don’t escape what’s there. It’s there and it’s fucking you up.
Deal with it. Be a man and deal with it. Cry like a bitch. Cry to mommy. Cry to your girlfriend. Cry to your friends. Cry like a fucking man…
But don’t ever tread THE GREAT RUSH and expect yourself to not be more confused about the state of your existence… Don’t rush to become something if you don’t know who you are… Just support yourself until you do.
But support yourself in the right way… I think… I’m lost. I rambled. I’m stuck. I’m stuck in the eternal discourse again… Maybe you should rush… Maybe you should rush to get the fuck out… Fuck the pain. I don’t want to feel it to… I don’t want to feel this everyday…
But you get through it man. You have the occasional melancholy fucking you up but our spirits are strong… Our spirits are so much stronger than you think… I will find love… I will get out and be loved… I will get out and love the man I have become… The writer, the poet, the lover, the Underdog…’’
‘’Okay can I talk now dude? You have been jabbering away for abut fifteen minutes now. Do you have any clue what the fuck you are talking about? Do you actually still want to smoke a joint after that demented philosophical tirade of yours? Jesus Christ… How am I supposed to reply with this?
What will be my last words? Why did you involve me in the eternal discourse? What planet are you from?
What planet am I from? WHAT FUCKING PLANET AM I FROM?
And I didn’t know. I honestly didn’t know- probably from the same crazy planet I came from, I suppose.
So I told him we should build another joint. We should smoke it. We should smoke it and get goodly high.
Of course we already were. But we needed more puff. We needed more funk.
I told Elias: get us out the funk! Please get us out the funk Mr. KUSH? Get us out of here! Don’t leave us rambling in the void alone! Take us to your planet! Take us to your dealer!
Take us where we belong.
Please my friend, take me where you belong… So I’ll at least have a place where I’ll feel welcomeJ
8
Yea Charles sure, im the one that’s rambling, I honestly try not to be hypocritical, but your pushing it dude, and that’s why u shouldn’t medicate me, that and many other things, things that I don’t wanna get into because ill be rambling more than you. Ok my “friend”, chill out ill wont rush, I got the feeling this rant of you is your way of trying to medicate me, HELP MY MIND IS GETTING SHREDDED ALREADY!!!
END NOTE: These paragraphs were co-written. They were written by CHRIS UNDERDOG and THE UNKNOWN-WHITE GUY. The uneven numbers are written by CHRIS UNDERDOG.
May you be wiser than us after reading this article...
-C.U. & UWG
Thursday, March 1, 2012
The walking SHIT
By the title you probably already knew what i was talking about. Amc's Walking Dead, honestly how could the same channel as Breaking Bad air this piece of shit. The first season of this show was alright, i wasnt great either but it was bearable. I thought the will are probably just checking what works and what not, but the second season is even worse. The storyline is sooo predictable, woman drives off to save her man into the so called "nomansland" full of zombies, what would happen.... hmm let me think, shes gonna crash the car. ofcourse she wont die because her character is too important, so she screams, cries, and shoots a zombie in the face. And the bad thing is, this actress is shit! If her storyline was somewhat interesting i could maybe stand her tits, but this fucking sucks. Her expression is always the same, always the same empty dumb look on her face.
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I dont know what to write about this show anymore, its just her face, the bad storyline, it just, it makes it really hard to have a good moment with, that said, this show is great.
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