Pushing your senses.

There is this constant need for people to get high.Be it cigarettes,alcohol,glue,cat pee or concussions,everyone wants to get high.For those who don't want to,they just don't know it yet.But why lose control of your senses in this fast paced 'Swap eat Swap' world? (Pardon the inside jokes).

Is it because of the worldly stress?

Curiosity?

To feel like a G6?

Peer pressure?

Cause you slipped and fell face first in a pool of acid?

Or for the sheer fuck of it.

What ever may be your sorry excuse,its always going to end up being a good time.(Unless you just smoked crack and live off the streets)

Never get high with people unknown.Is bad idea.Always.

I know this because I done this.

But nothing,and I mean nothing beats getting high and listening to some good ol Pink Floyd/The Doors/Buckethead.

It feels like God's own hand has descended from the heavens above to give you a hand-job.

o.0

I am going to hell,aren't I.

Delusional Narcissism.

Its one of the few things that annoy me.Other things being :
1.Using the fan and the AC together.
2.Mainstream music.
3.Laying on your sweat covered back.
4.And of course,wearing a cell phone holder on your belt *gives stink eye*.
I know quite a few people who suffer from this deleterious disease.All I am saying is,if your face was scaled by god and carved by angels them selfs...don't go shoving it down other's throats.Its not very nice.
There is always this sudden urge to throw knifes and dead rats at such kinds.I ain't the kind kind of person who would throw acid on your face or cut your 'delicious' face with a sharp piece of glass.But I would most definitely drop a leech down your nostril when you are sound asleep.
Beauty is truly in the eye of the beholder.But it pisses the hell out of me if you yourself are the beholder.
If you think you look good,then you probably are.If you think you are ugly,sure as hell you must a ugly beaver.
But if I think you are a pain to the mere thought of existence,then leech....nostril....sweet dreams.
And this goes to those incredibly self-centered display pictures too.
I am watching you.....*swings a leech with index and thumb*

Return Of The Prodigal Son.

I haven't written in the blog for a while now.Mostly because I am disappointed in my friends incompetency.Lazy ass people don't read shit.
Not all,most of them thou.
Well it does not matter even if I call them 'Ass-turds' cause they would have not read this post either.
Anyways,A friend of mine who calls himself 'The Empath' and writes for Inkblot suggested that I listen to Buckethead to enter this particular state of mind with a semi-conscious frame of thought and read this really trippy and unexplainable post he had written.
Very impressive.
So I decided that I will try the same for my next post.
Obviously you people should not try this at home.

The Parallel Armageddon (Origins)

(This line of narration is devoid of all sorts religious and scientific beliefs.For those offended,I care not.)

Many wonder how this particular path to the inevitable holocaust was created.For once we know it all started with the Aliens.And their clout over the technology of creating new life.(For those religious Mongrols who still want to read this,God probably had gone to take a leak then...for a few hundred years).

Even thou the Cats were fully created by Aliens,the penguins were only breed by them.Penguins were then called 'Enguins' as the Aliens cannot pronounce the letter "P".

The Cats,who then seemed to have been the pets of the Alien gradually became aware of their self consciousness but decided to remain loyal to the Aliens.Unlike the Enguins who had already planned their escape to the edge of the Earth.

Using the Aliens only known weakness then (Bad poetry),the Enguins managed to get their hands/wings/flaps on a few lyrics written by Lil Wayne and then mentally distorted their way outta there on small capsules powered by cocaine.("There" being a huge ass mother fucking spaceship...with snakes on it).

Disoriented from the blahsmy that is Lil Wayne's songs ,the Aliens let the Enguins go...for now.But during this time the Cats had developed a very bad vocabulary (with no thanks to Wayne) but their elite dexterity over the art of infiltration was not compromised and hence they were send down to earth by the Aliens to seek and destroy the now called 'Penguins'.

Being the sly creatures that they are,the Cats upon reaching the realms of earth evaded the Alien's tracking devices and blended in with the civilization.

Pissed off their asses the Aliens came up with the plan of creating a race so supreme and powerful which would bring down the fast developing Penguin's and Cat's races.(And bring about the destruction of this pete' world)

Some say the Aliens made this race using just a bottle of Gold (III) chloride and a 20cm scale.(Yes,God has a very small bladder and had gone to take a leak again).Going by the name of 'Leprechauns' and armed with a golden automatic rifle (each and everyone of them,no children...they don't have children but are rather born old enough).

Thus unfolds a legacy of treachery, defiance,power and cheese burgers.....

Viva la Resolution!

The concept of new year resolutions makes no sense to me.Everyone makes resolutions to start doing something good or stop doing something bad.What I don't understand is,why do you need the god damn fucking year to change in order to go about with your plans?
There is nothing new about new years.Happens every year.Why not just call it "Happy Different Year!!".
Back to resolutions.
Fuck them.
I never got around to ever making one.I believe new year resolutions are the work of the 'Procrastination Pandas'.
The PPs known for their black and white fur maybe look the same to the dogs who are color blind but for me they are incomplete and uncolored.Result of the divine laziness.

Grammar Nazis on Master Yoda

Ze Grammar Nazis on The Swap's real name