"I've got this killer up inside of me... I can't talk to my mother, (friends, women, coworkers, associates, affiliates, city council, the internets, the homeless or even your mother) so I talk to my diary."

-that Scarface song from Office Space

Knock it Off, Assholes.

Your music videos suck. I know you look badass and […]

Celine Dion can lick my toilet seat.

Me- “I’ll shoot you both in the head with my Evoker. But since I can summon Persona and neither of you can, you will probably both just die.”
K-Rei- “Wouldn’t it be horrible to find out they both had the potential and the most worthless personas came out?”
Me- “Are ‘Crap Sandwich’ and ‘Withered, Vagina-Skin Arthropod,’ Personas?”
K-Rei- “Right up there with ‘scratch and sniff douches'” […]

Taco Bell Gives Me "the Miracles."

These happen to be the bull-shittiest lyrics from an album happening to have the most insincere cover being douched-out by the most pretentious, unintelligent bitch that I’ve ever read.

I want Iced Earth to break into her house at night, trashing every meaningless, expensive object in sight on their way up to her bedroom, drag her outside into the street where Blind Guardian is performing ‘Ashes to Ashes,’ to the breaking and entering to then watch each of the six classic members of Cradle of Filth bite at different exposed veins on her body until she bleeds to a trite, yet aesthetically pleasing death. Actually, gaining this effect by using their mouths may poison them on contact, which I wouldn’t approve. Perhaps they can throw vials of acid at her instead, not that her face could be ruined. […]

Shin Megami Tensei: Of Enmity Wrought

In the old days, the beginning of console role playing […]

Naomi and Vamp

I correct my statement from yesterday. There will┬ánever┬ábe a game […]

Liquid Ocelot

“Being a fanboy includes verbally decimating everything that is against your fanboy favor… my opinion revolves around facts which I see as obvious and I’m sure, maybe, someone with conviction could come up with a way that NCAA ’09 is better than Metal Gear 4. That would be one hell of a conversation.” […]

Prose Before Hos

“I’m just a happy camper.
Rockin’ and a’ rollin’ !” […]

No More Pins in Me.

“Actually, when I say the word ‘soul’ and when others use it, I speak and hear the word ‘consciousness.’ That is basically what they mean when they do. What else embodies a person other than their thoughts and words? A person’s spirit is their mind. So yes, I think a ‘soul’ dies when the mind dies physically. There is no definition of ‘soul’ that boils down to anything other than one’s mind. Glory comes from my soul… my mind. And it needs refueled at times, which is why I go through periods of nothingness… eventually the engine starts back up again if I don’t find something to power it. I’m not sure how… but it continues to do so, but at intervals that are ever widening. It takes longer than it used to… every year.”

-a precursor to this, the pathetic personal eulogy for the only real parent I’ve ever had. […]

Reprisal to Our Bertram Scudder

-Originally posted on myspace, Thursday, October 26, 2006

Upon […]


I have exerted myself beyond the bounds of maintaining health. […]