zeon abraxis

in the movie 'not another teen movie', the girl's name is janey, and dude tries to sing her a song with her name in it, so he sings her 'janie's got a gun', and everyone around her looks at her and freaks, 'janey's got a gun, quick, run away'. so i just saw a name in the credits for kickass, 'ashley stowle', which i assume is pronounced 'stole', so if you see her in a store, and call her name, 'ashley stowle', and the employees look at her, and say 'she's stealing, get her!', and they tackle her. see, if you have a pointless, completely meaningless and stewpid sounding name that doesn't define you as a person, as who you are, if you just have the name of an object or some lame, basik shyt, you could get in trouble. it's time to dump 'bob', and 'joe', and all the thirty billion people with those names, into a phuking black hole, and start being creative. no one ever said we have to copy what everyone else does, or name our children after some other idiot, or keep the same names and utter ridiculousness of labeled idiotudinal embarrassmentality going for a million years, and stay stuck in the same stagnant tarpit of uncreativity and unoriginality and ununiqueness, no one ever said that. we don't have to remain confined to undefined verbal boredom. i'm going to name my next child 'evolve!' (including the exclamation point), how do you like that, neil n' bob tardphukers! and her middle name will be 'thinker'... 'evolve! thinker draven', eternal sister child of rayne miakota, leary samana, newton, sputnik, and my other future child, zion abraxis. none of my children slash minions are ever going to be called 'bob', how uncreative can you possibly get, phuking think! evolve! 'mutate! come home in glory!' (quoted from timothy leary).

headlines and asscracks

headline: mustardstaine poser finds god.
...and i just found the remote, see ya. click.

news flash: i just read on wikipedia, dave mustaine, after being raised as a jehovah's witness (what did they witness, the loss of logik?), is now a born again christian. what idiot, especially a metalhead, what idiot could pick up a bible, after fifty years of life, and think 'wow, that changed my life'. how dumb do you have to be to not see thru their shyt. i know dave is a total actor and poser, and doesn't have a true self to admit to, but did he have to go that far to prove it. i'm not blind, i can pick up a bible, read the first sentence, and think, 'oh, that's a load of horseshyt'. am i the only one who's immune to that phuking book of lies. like getting sucked into a black hole, or getting picked up by a worm on a hook. i guess it's because i'd rather have shrimp than worms, so i'll pass. that's not all i have ranted about, about mustardstaine, he also hates mexicans and fags. typikal christian, i guess; racist, homophobik, and violently in denial. maybe it should have been obvious. what a phuking tool. he's an actor, a fake, a phony panzy pussy poser pantywearing prick, and the worst embarrassment to metal. he's down there with korn and limp bizkit, living like cockroaches, and feeding on korn and limp bizkits, and dying a horrible megadeth sometime soon, so stay tooned. and can someone educate me on something, when did we lose our creativity, and start naming our metal bands after food. that's just as bad as a rapper idiot naming himself after a candy. he'll rot your teeth, and your brain!

and i think mustardstaine is conphuzed and hiding in a very dark closette. someone needs to get him and tom cruise out of there before they say something else stewpid. stoopid. styoupid. dumb duh dum dum dumb!

he's a metallika wannabe. that's all he is. what more do you need to know. he spent his whole life trying to get back in the band, or get revenge, or whatever the phuk he's thinking. i once knew another metallika wannabe. a little redheaded stepchild named james. a spoiled whiny little bitch with too many lessons and no talent. three months worth of red hair, and none on his balls yet. fresh out of the crib. wet behind the fears, and in other places his panties don't want to know about. he got arrested for abusing his tampon. she had one black eye, one pink eye, and sued his ass. and who the phuk would want to aspire to be metallika anyway. are we really that immature. what a colossal failure they are. if your standards are that low, just shoot yourself. there's one simple rule. they only way you can get more, when you've already got everything, is to sell your soul. they had it all. and they wanted more. they got greedy. so they lost everything. and they'll never get it back. when you sign the soulselling contract, there's no guarantee you're not being lied to. the only guarantee you have, is that your ass will pheel sore afterward. don't sign anything, and don't believe anyone else's words, especially from a book with gold lettering. it's a shiny little scam. and definitely don't listen to mustardstaine, or anyone named 'lars'. it's danish for 'scumfag'. or maybe an anagram, who knows. i bet kirk knows. and 'mustaine' is spanish for 'poser'. you know, instead of lars 'acting' like he married kirk, i think he really married mustardstaine. what a bunch of fags. (no offense to gay people, watch south park). i named my last turd 'bono', i'm going to name my next turd 'lars'. just protect your cornhole, kids.

here's a quote from a wannabe comedian acting like a rockstar...
go sue napster, you danish twat!

and for anyone who 'finds god'.
god is lost, and you're a lost cause.

the next step is ours

well, all those youtube videos about october twentyeight, aaand... nuthing happened. yet another prediction date that came and went, and nuthing happened. which could mean any number of possible theories. my guess, is that the people in cuntrol of this stupid world, have temporarily shut off the evolution switch, or are keeping us in a delusion so deep, that it makes the amerikan dream look like someone huffing glue and spacing out. either way, i think the answer is, we need to wake up. in more ways than one. on many different levels, literal, metaphorik, metamorphik, and possibly even ethereally. we grew thumbs for a reason. perhaps it's time we find out why. flip the switch. turn the light on. tell the neanderthal bully he doesn't know who he's phuking with. his time is up. put that wetbehindtheears salamander with thumbs back in his place. in the water. if nature won't take the first step and help us evolve, maybe we need to have the balls to take the next step. maybe they're all waiting for us to step up to the plane. stop being led by a parental phigure of any kind, and start taking responsibility for ourselves. tell daddy to shove it. we all know what that means. we all know what the answer is. it's time to have the balls to admit it to ourselves.