A Solitary Night on the Stage

When times come to be alone on the stage with nothing but microphone and the stares of a thousand pairs of eyes there is a certain feeling rather like the rise of locust in my heart and from this space there comes a certain emotional response - like an emotional upchuck.  Give me a hand to hold onto and I will remove it from the wrist.  I'm that kind of guy.

ALF Sex (Sex Ed pt. 16)

All races of people have sex for pleasure and reproduction.

Advanced races of people do not have the amount of illnesses we have because they have overcome them and do not continue to promote them.

I do not know if the visiting race of humans in particular has any homosexuality. I only know from alien life that homosexuality is not common to all races, and not unheard of in some. I asked for further specific information and my alien friends declined to answer, I believe to prevent any misunderstanding or misperception on my part or on other people's parts who I would repeat the information to.

The ALFs, two races who were each creating their own hybrid people with the use of some humans, were mixing our genetics via the hybrid people back into their own races over some number of generations. It was done by technology and medicine, but I do not have specific knowledge or understanding of the processes.  

Shit Damn Motherfucker! (part three) (Best of August 2010)

Exclamation of the moment put into words;

SHIT DAMN MOTHERFUCKER!!!

oozing out of every pore as she ate me

it was a horrible time to be alive but a great time to die.  cold zombie hands grip nubile young flesh in an orgy of perversion and dead fish flesh.  Here was the only chance to be a real DAREDEVIL and his was inside a mind and hers was inside a mind and together theirs was a mind that could speak between lines until the age and the decay eventually took his mind away.  Was it a SPIRIT that called to me?? Was their a voice behind death??  I wish there was was something surreal wish there was something drew but I'll be FRANK with you, all talent for art slipped away pretty early in the whole scheme of things so get me a drink from the fucking pay bar and then hold me upside down and then pour the goddamn drink down my ass so that I can obliterate this moment a little more quickly.  Talent is illusion.  Fame is a dream of the weak willed.  Get past the taste and suck your own cock you big mouth whore.

Dude Mowery

He is my favorite country music singing star sensation!

FUCK YoU!!!!!!!

Shit Damn Motherfucker! (part three)

Exclamation of the moment put into words;

SHIT DAMN MOTHERFUCKER!!!

oozing out of every pore as she ate me

it was a horrible time to be alive but a great time to die.  cold zombie hands grip nubile young flesh in an orgy of perversion and dead fish flesh.  Here was the only chance to be a real DAREDEVIL and his was inside a mind and hers was inside a mind and together theirs was a mind that could speak between lines until the age and the decay eventually took his mind away.  Was it a SPIRIT that called to me?? Was their a voice behind death??  I wish there was was something surreal wish there was something drew but I'll be FRANK with you, all talent for art slipped away pretty early in the whole scheme of things so get me a drink from the fucking pay bar and then hold me upside down and then pour the goddamn drink down my ass so that I can obliterate this moment a little more quickly.  Talent is illusion.  Fame is a dream of the weak willed.  Get past the taste and suck your own cock you big mouth whore.