Another Reason To Be Banned From The Intarnetz.

Don't come here in the presence of your old folks, kiddies.

'Cause I'mma put some good ol' metal muzak on this shindig, hell yeah.

This just in from the news. 15 people have been hospitalised for consuming a fake sex pill, aptly named "Power 1 Walnut'. I'm not kidding; go Google it if you don't believe me.

So you could've taken it and got stoned instead of boned, and wake up in a ward a day later. All because you wanted some extra bang on your banger. Hilarious shit.







That aside, I wish to apologise about the sudden colourful outburst in my last post. It seems I have some unsettled issues still lurking in the far-off corners of my mind. It's not so much anger as blind rage and well, maybe insanity. I don't know. Sometimes when I get left alone and unmonitored for far too long, voices just flood in my head.

Okay, I know I'm talking crazy talk, but whatever. I'm seriously not kidding. Then other times, I find myself looking at crowds of people all funny, and suddenly wishing I had a sawblade...or something else...and run through them all, laughing manically and drawing blood from their writhing, screaming bodies...

And other times, I close my eyes and just visualise myself, an eight-foot tall beast, fur matted with sweat, blood and filth, feasting on the corpses of freshly disemboweled men, women and children. Then I'd run wild with the rest of my pack brothers, dashing through the forest undergrowth, roaring and howling in feral delight.

Bloodlust? No. Maybe it's my warped imagination, releasing pent-up feelings. It's better for me to keep all those feelings inside and hidden rather than taking it out on others. Because I have a way of dealing with these horrible wants, and most of you don't.

Then again, I tend to lose control over this...animal...inside of me. And that's when you REALLY don't wanna piss me off, because I can show you a side of me not many have seen. Warning signs include running away from the rest of society, locking myself in the toilet cubicle and staring at certain people all funny, my eyebrows furrowed and my head lowered. I won't talk much either. That's a big indicator.

And when you catch me behaving like this, be nice and gentle. It's for your own good.






Ouh. Mah. Fizzlesticks.

Guess what? I've just taken a look out of the window, and there's a FULL MOON.





Coincidence?

Maybe NOT.