Taboo Sex.

Standing above the dancing youths on the club balcony he chooses his victim he notices a group of girls alone with no male. He picks out the skinniest and moves in. After an hour or so he's at the table telling jokes and buying drinks. Four large vodka's later he drags her to the toilet she's up for it and he fills her cunt with his cock. She screams with pleasure and pain and they come together. He turns her around and bends her over and pushes his cock into her tight arsehole, screaming with the effort. When he's finished her pulls out and comes all over her face smearing her make-up into a twisted parody of the girl that was dancing just a few hours earlier. She's panting for breath and is trying to gather the energy to complain when he pulls a knife out of his belt and gouges a hole out of her side and plunges his cock deep inside of her flesh she thinks to complain then stops as she begins to enjoy the feeling of his cock stabbing into her kidney's. Semen and blood are dripping from her wound but still he forces his cock ever deeper rupturing organs with each thrust. Finally the last of the blood drains out of her and she falls lifeless off the end of his still erect penis. He picks her up by the hair and gouges out an eyeball with a dirty bloody fingernail and drops the hole onto his cock for another round of violent thrusting. By the time her friends realised something was amiss and went to the toilet to investigate he was still thrusting away but all that was left of her was skin and hair.

William J. Rimbaud.

Adam Green.

http://thelakeroom.com/blogge/
That link above was sent to me a few days ago, it's epic.

He's brilliant.

Here's a link to one of his songs.

http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=GnSvrnoKiYA

Yeahh.

Today i was asked to go out, the weather was crazy windy but we persevered and continued but people were slamming everywhere. Then after one the people we were out with cleverly decided to go home it was my turn to slam and fucked my thumb doing so.

I blame the winter.

I also got stoked on a band called The Penguin Cafe Orchestra.

Slack.

On Thursday i claimed that i would start posting a day to day blog of life but since i went to my Father's house on friday i didn't really have use of the internet and even if i did i would have nothing interesting to say about friday at all.

But today i watched a one of my favorite skateboarding sections again and then realised i couldn't go out. Not stoked.

http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=6ODSTWu8SSo  There's the link to it, get stoked.

Also whilst i was lurcking across flickr the other month i came across this man    http://www.flickr.com/photos/brettwalker/   

I love those photos.

Im annoyed

Right this is fucking annoying me, how quick was the press and the nation to jump on the back of joey barton after he was charged with assault? saying he should be banned for life and made an example of.

low and behold the golden boy of football glasses a dj in the face and suddenly hes the victim, fuck that, i hope hes charged with affray, GBH and assault with a deadly weapon. Although joey barton had a more colourful past the scale of the assault is much higher.

Fuck him, start feeling sorry for the dj who will be the victim of hate when this scouse cunt goes down.

Unrequited love

Panting with one hand in his pants and the other covering his eye's holding back the tears... She walks past her _____, she smiles unaware of the disease it brings to his tortured soul... He bites his tongue hoping no-one can hear his pitiful whimpering knowing boys shouldn't cry... She thinks of him every now and then wondering what's behind his sad eyes, tells her self it doesn't concern her... He can control him self no longer cum sprays the inside of his pants and he can no longer control the tears... They found her in the Tyne, he'd bashed in her head... They found him in his cupboard her name on his arm.

William J. Rimbaud.

Irish Tea.

It's nice. Then it starts to get cold. Then I gag with every mouthful. Now I can't remember why I started drinking. I'm sure it was important...
Maybe I should get a job? I'm probably too shy.
There must be a brighter side to life?