The first callous moment had today was one that grew as I drank a glass of orange juice. Sure, I was refreshed to a point but that couldn't whisk my me away from the thought that these oranges had been squeezed to death and that I was drinking their milky blood.
These moments of derivative thought continued until i was finally able to wrestle them down with a flask full of brandy. Even then i knew it was a bandage on a stitch-worthy wound, but when you're howling for morphine even a punch in the dick will help numb the pain.
The first punch in the dick came as a friend of mine found me in the trench and just started really punching me in the dick. It really hurt.
Monday, May 16, 2016
Thursday, March 10, 2016
February 4, 1964: The Winter of Love
February 4, 1964 marked the culmination of a blustery winter season that has been hence dubbed the, "Winter of Love." For 24 hours the snowy peaks of the Rockies melted away as people really got super hot with it and fucked each other with machine guns taken from military officials putting down protests on American colleges.
Damn.
Damn.
Monday, January 4, 2016
Recipe For Guacamole
Guacamole is a traditional human paste made out of the crushed corpses of the Avocado beings. Generally the crushed beings are slowly stirred and pounded with a dash of chili powder and garlic. Lime juice also helps the mixture from browning. The taste that these ingredients form is one that human kind has found appetizing for many years.
The Avocado are little tiny people who look like little fucking clumsy green assholes while they walk around. They don't speak and do not own technology, but they are just horrible to be around while they are alive. I personally think this is because the Avocado don't even have brains, but rather some large pit-like structure at their core.
My family has been herding and slaughtering these subhumans for decades now. The pain these little bastards have given us has been unforgiving and our response has been in kind. The battle has been difficult for all of us here. These things just come up to you and sort of, "Joust" all over you while you're trying to sleep. It's fucking annoying.
Anyways. Recipe for Guac.
- Three dead, crushed, mashed up, spit-on, Avocado people.
- Some onions or some shit
- Hair of the child of an Avocado mother
- Garlic
- Chile Powder
- Eyelids of an Avocado Manwarrior
The Avocado are little tiny people who look like little fucking clumsy green assholes while they walk around. They don't speak and do not own technology, but they are just horrible to be around while they are alive. I personally think this is because the Avocado don't even have brains, but rather some large pit-like structure at their core.
My family has been herding and slaughtering these subhumans for decades now. The pain these little bastards have given us has been unforgiving and our response has been in kind. The battle has been difficult for all of us here. These things just come up to you and sort of, "Joust" all over you while you're trying to sleep. It's fucking annoying.
Anyways. Recipe for Guac.
- Three dead, crushed, mashed up, spit-on, Avocado people.
- Some onions or some shit
- Hair of the child of an Avocado mother
- Garlic
- Chile Powder
- Eyelids of an Avocado Manwarrior
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