Once upon a time there was a little boy who hated Christmas carols and shopping centre festive music.
He liked titles by the likes of Joy Division, Depeche Mode, UB40 even Iron Maiden and Sex Pistols. He was born in ’73. That means music was responsible for the way this guy turned out. Bloody EMI. Click on the band names. The favourite song will load in a new window for your pleasure whilst reading this, the worlds shittest blog.
He wrote his own computer publication and signed himself off as “Sir” K..Ynot.
He was, some would claim still is, left handed.
Signed his name backwards, he did.
Arguably there is a tenuous link to reality via some far flung theory combining left handedness and learning to write using fountain pens and ink wells.
Years later the “K.Y” part of the backwards name turned out to be useful. 6d makes more sense to him than 69.
It still does.
At age fourty there is another guy who writes crap,
puts a narcissistic “Sir” in front of his handle,
thinks he is clever and even
claims to be capable of rigging elections.
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Mr Slater (click above) is a bit of a right wing knob.
Me, being left handed, know all about the way the right suppress the lefties. They call us “reds” and organise witch hunts, wars and pick at as mentally with subtle things like calling us sinister.
Mr Slater and I agree on one thing. We both like CHARLOTTE DAWSON. I like her for all sorts of reasons. I think she may have been left handed. And adopted. There are statistics and those who think these things go hand in hand….
You know what I think about addictions and mental health. Problematic ones that is. Non problematic addictions can go take a running jump. If you need drugs to play football with your kid, or converse with people on your deathbed, then go tell CCDHBDSM and it’s head Mistress to go tie herself up some place nice and quiet. Leave a cellphone just out of reach and leave saying “if I am gone more than an hour, call me”.
After all, it is what they do to a bunch of mental health and addiction clients whom need to sort out their medications over the holiday period.
Addiction to power. Different from being a right wing knob addict. But probably similar enough to have problems getting proper diagnosis.
The Discipline Sadism Masochism for Virgins Manual (DSM-V) will sort out these discrepancies in its next edition.
I have pain.
Constant pain. Sometimes crippling. Mostly just a bloody pain.
I get tattoo’s and the pain in my back seems less for a day or two. Hell, I got these ones over the last fortnight. My birthday and Christmas presents to myself.
O for OarSum. Simply freaken Class A.
- Bill Bennett has not sent me a Christmas card.
- Cameron Slater neither.
- Nor Clarissa Broderick, Sandy Baigent, Lucy Politini…
- Tom Flewett would never send me a card. Clarissa will not allow him.
- Neither did I get a card from one of my best mates sons who died.
- None of my mates who died since I gave up drug abuse last year.
- But wait. No one from N.A has either.
- In fact, no living person has given me a card or Christmas wish without me sending one first.
This is Christmas and I can’t be fucked.
Makes me want to go and use drugs. Hard and long. Repeatedly. Like wanking with a needle full of smack.
But the drugs will not take the pain away.
The day they find a cure for pain is the day I throw my drugs away.
But then, I have another eureka moment.
Definitely re-inventing the wheel again.
you can’t fuck the pain away
Not even according to Peaches. And she should know. She looks worthy.
I can just tell.
Some girls get a shock if you say “nice arse” or
flick your tongue out and air guitar with it as you walk past.
Others have worked out you may be a little more than the average pervert builder.
Some turn and wink.
Some turn and abuse.
Some lift their bums higher with their heels and strut off,
leaving a vapour thin trail of expensive perfume and
pheromone like particles discharged by overt displays of power and authority.
Hi, I am NZ FIEND, and I am an addict.
Hi, NZ FIEND.
Today I am going to share about getting Chlamydia in my eyes………. I may not be Brad Pitt. Nor Stalone. Nor even the rough teddy bear guy that girls want to take home and nurture. But, I am worried. Has anyone here got a “how to tell if you’re an addict” SLA style?
For fucksakes, bugger. Fuck me.
Should I really jump into bed with another group of dysfunctional addicts?
Their definitions of recovery seem to be “shut up, have a totally boring life and do all you can to be a good capitalism addict.” Becoming a good “economic unit” is part of every definition of recovery from the industry. “Having a job” is listed by a lot of addicts. This just shows how capitalism has screwed you hard and fast. Shouldn’t having the skills to bring up your kids be more important. Even capitalists should see this.
The kids are going to be much better capitalists if they’re not in jail, on drugs and chasing skirt all day. Spending more time with your kids would probably even stop ADHD (along with banning TV adverts, of course….)
Capitalism addiction is the bloody worst.
You can keep it…. Your capitalism addiction.
I’ll keep mine…. Compulsion to please females pubic areas.
After all, it is not hugely problematic………..
Well, not to the global economy or capitalist markets. I will not change the price your house sells for (unless the purchaser notices the rock climbing equipment anchors in the cieling – in which case the price may actually go up…)
…………….unless you are an ex-partner who kicked me out for giving other ladies orgasms. (sorry)
Unless you are the girls whom I want nothing to do with (other than your sex, of course) as you all give me headaches telling me shit. (sorry)
Unless you are the person whom is so damn straight you got a surprise and crashed when you saw a couple having sex on top of the entrance to the main motorway tunnel. (sorry)
If you’re the policewoman whom complained about a lady with long blonde hair bobbing up and down in front of my waist whilst standing in front of five thousand people at a New Years gig… (sorry you were ten metres below us and couldn’t join in…)
I owe all of you people a great deal of amends.
I owe you.
Would that be cash, credit card or oral?
Well, that is Christmas wasted. One step at a time. Entirely fucking backwards.