In love with Words

Here are a list of words I'm learning:

Toxophilitic
Rondeau
Sapaceous
Velutinous
Repudiate
Sedulous
Labia Majora
Tenebrosity
Profligate
Ephemeral
Eolithic
Abattoir
Satyagraha
Mauve Decade
Epistemologist

Welcome home to the nuclear waste dump

last night i fought off eight large flies at the bottom of the dungeon, my so called apartment, 666 waste house drive no doubt, where the filth has become so acquiesced that i image dirty rotten bums should start drifting towards my glass door soon. i need to move SO bad but its even sadder why i mustn't or still that i can't. The abattoir, my home, my dirty bathroom, my soiled spotted dogged carpet, at the bottom of the barrel where only i can dwell, my hell, my abode, my stunning little space filled with so much nuclear waste, my dump of a life to compliment it. Well hell, at least i should write about it to give to the world to dice up and give back to me as an entree of how they'd handle the situation. My apartment looks like a butcher has mistaken it for the slaughterhouse that it is but the dead only bleed clothes, plates, rats, roaches, flies, and parts of my imagination overwhelmed by this nuclear reactor in my eyesight that captures it all and encapsulates it, devours it, then showers it back onto the nuclear waste dump that is this life some times.., yes, yes, yes, my dear, your are welcomed....

Reboot The Server Mr. Dumbfound Complexity

today Jessica asked Mr. Dumbfound to reboot a server. the server goes by the name atlcnnref1. when Mr. Dumbfound looked up the server he found that the grid wasn't added to the ticket so naturally he looked it up using Rem Dev asset manager. when he finished he went to P1 data center where the other lovely servers sleep hacking away at numbers dismally in their homely racks. Mr. dumbfound complexity had his ID paper in his hand, he rebooted the server he figured to be the right one, but it wasn't the right server. He emailed Jessica. Jessica emailed him back stating her disdain for his incompetence. For the rest of the work day Mr. Dumbfound Complexity hated himself for making that stupid mistake under the watchful eye of the computer geniuses. he dreaded that the killer dealer would be sent to decommission his power supply if he made another mistake like that. He vowed to pay very close attention to the tell tells screaming indications. The computer genius would forgive him this time. the blond lady wasn't at the planet command bridge and neither was the Digital Page so today Mr. Dumbfound Complexity would live another day. If he could make it past the Fire Walls to get to the other side of memorial drive...

Today is boring

everyday is boring on the job. Today i sit and listen to the pain in my body tell me to go see a doctor. i haven't had a checkup in ages. what happens now, i end up going to see a doctor and with all the unprotected sex, drugs, booze, cigars, I've put in my body over the last decade who knows what doc would find in the old bone frame. Ah man I've created a deadly half zombie in wake of living. Friday. what a day. I'll leave work, go to my apartment, think of zombies, kill brain cells, smoke my lungs, wonder how i got here, and bang, bang, bang, bang, there goes another Friday night lost to the doldrums...

fuck you mr. lonely

have you ever waken up in the morning half asleep in a puddle of murky morning stupor and find yourself awkwardly facing a bearded you on the other side of your bed. your a little green man but your black as hell. you feel like murdering someone but you're too tired to move. you want to get drunk but you can't afford a beer. you want to get laid but you don't own a bed. that's called single and in love with filth my friends. the love of Mr. fuck you too cause i ain't taken it anymore. peace out y'all...