The Wretched Spawn

yippy

Wed, 30 Aug 2006 22:50:37 GMT

Yay! the idiot cock-sucking crackhead(no really, he is a crackhead) that broke into my house and stole mmm approx. $500 worth of my belongings was caught while breaking into his 8th or 9th home in my neighborhood. I was told he had sold most of the things stolen for drugs. This guy seriously does not need to go to jail..he needs to be set as an example..displayed in public, hanging by a noose, abdomen neatly cut open with entrails dangling, and with every bendable joint bent backwards and broken. This is an absolutely fair, justifiable act that should be done to all those who steal from someone else. How or why would ANYONE disagree? It's not a case of "an eye for an eye" type revenge..it's simply justice..or punishment----with style. Justice in this country is a joke.

Random thoughts--blah blah

Wed, 26 Jul 2006 20:54:24 GMT

So here I sit at work bored. My son was in the hospital for a week a few months ago. He had a fever for a few days, doctors said treat the fever and that he had no other symptoms visible. The next day the left side of his neck was swollen, so he was admitted to the hospital. Turns out to be some kind of antibiotic-resistant infection of some sort..he was sent home and got better. Well, he's had a fever for 2 days now, and isn't showing any symptoms of why. Doctor says it seems like it may be a viral infection of some kind. De ja vu--all over again. I'm hoping this isn't the same thing again. The whole time he was being treated before, he never seemed to be in pain or upset(same as the current situation), except when they had to hook up his I.V. As you can imagine, finding a vein on a (then 9 month old) baby is difficult due to the baby fat. He had I.V.'s in 4 different places that week, all which required at LEAST 5 or 6 "tries." He was absolutely traumatized by this..I mean for God's sake they had to put one in his forehead!(and it wasn't a first try success either so he was stuck about 4 times in the head with a needle) If this time around he needs hospitalization, I hope they have a little more success with finding veins. I just hope he will get over the fever without needing any treatment at all. My poor little man, I can't stand to hear those gut-wrenching screams when they poke him with those needles. I wish I knew what we could do to prevent these weird infections, but according to the doctors he'd have to be put in some kind of air-tight enclosure from the outside world for that to happen. And I'm sure that living in Katrina-ville isn't much of a help either.

what's happened to me?

Thu, 20 Jul 2006 21:24:44 GMT

So back to the old "same shit different day" routine. Why is it I say I am going to change or start doing things differently..and I don't follow through. I can't say I'm not lazy...laziness is definitely a factor. I feel like I want to start a new hobby or some kind of good habit, but I have no motivation. When did things get so bad? Do I need someone to help me and give me some encouragement? Anyone I'd want to do so doesn't take it seriously enough to the point that it makes a difference. Sitting around doing nothing all the time can't be healthy...physically or mentally. I need to get on a seriously strict diet and work out agenda. This is what I need..yes, I will do it. I need to be happy with myself and not mad at the world all the time.

feeling good

Tue, 11 Jul 2006 02:07:05 GMT

I'm not so pissed off or unhappy today. My escape from all of the bullshit is skating. I'm going with some friends this weekend either to Hattiesburg or Pensacola. It's always a good time even when we're not skating. I may not even skate, I might just film. Either way I love it. I think everyone should have some kind of hobby they are passionate about. And I don't mean shopping, clubbing, or bar hopping. Come on, man. I think it's important because you can gain so much from it. When you have something that you love to do you can learn so much about yourself, and feel a great sense of accomplishment..which to me is one of the best rewards you can get. It feels so great to find yourself doing something you never thought you'd possibly be able to do.

hatred for stupidity

Sun, 09 Jul 2006 14:32:14 GMT

These are the lyrics for a song, it is more or less a metaphor for what I think of stupid people. Not to be taken literally, so don't think I'm a psychotic murderer.----------->

They Deserve to Die

Violence is legitimate in cases such as this
cruel retribution is fitting
vengeance will be dealt out with a ruthless iron fist
worthless filth receive no mercy

they deserve to die
they deserve to die

plans have been completed and the time is drawing near
punishment will be relentless

they deserve to die
they deserve to die

vacuous faces hammered into mash
beaten senseless, sense they never had
merciless smashing shatters teeth and bone
ignorance earned every crushing blow

killing has just started and my lust for blood will grow
justice will be found in murder
stupid as they are they didn't know the seeds they'd sewn
grew into my savage hatred

they deserve to die
they deserve to die

skull is fractured by the pounding
eyes dislodging from their sockets
brains spill out, the skull is split through
mind vacant, now cranium too

guilty thoughts will not infect me
soulless scum receive no pity

deceptive tongues hewn by my blade
forked like a snake now on the ground they lay
they had no conscience so there is no loss
for my redemption there must be a cost

they deserve to die
they deserve to die

DIE
--------------------------Cannibal Corpse(written by Alex Webster-bass)------------------

I know it's pretty incredibly harsh. But just as the lead singer George "Corpsegrinder" Fisher said, "The music is intense so the lyrics should be intense. We're not gonna sing about fuckin' flowers, or skippin' through the grass with our women. It's never gonna happen." The way I feel right now this song is a valid representation of people who are stupid, and make stupid decisions. Take it however you want, at this point nobody's opinion can change how I feel.

WTF

Fri, 07 Jul 2006 23:00:12 GMT

I shouldn't get upset or pissed off anymore about this shit, but for some God forsaken reason I am. I probably shouldn't be writing anything right now. I should do something productive, something rewarding and self-satisfying...no, not that you pervs. Maybe some exercise, or household chores, or I should go skate my practice rail. Fuck, why can't I stop replaying the last words spoken to her? Why were we acting like children competing for something? There's no prize or reward when competing for nothing. I said I would be nice. Was I? I'll try harder to ignore my feelings.
This whole ordeal is frustrating..I should get drunk..No, not like this. Drinking when you're upset is the extra little nudge you need to fall off the edge.
I'll do something with Brayden when he wakes up. How could it not put a smile on my face? I should take advantage of my time with him. I do, for the most part, but I feel like I could spend more time with him. Time never stops, and we get older quickly...too quickly. The time with him in my situation is crucial. They say there is no love greater than that for your children. I couldn't agree more. His happiness means everything. I'll put mine on hold...for him.

It'll be better in the end.(so I hope)

Thu, 06 Jul 2006 23:16:52 GMT

Here I am again, wondering what causes me to feel what I have lately, and what made me say the things I've said. Things could've probably been better, but I had to go and open my mouth again. However, something inside tells me it's better this way. For some time now I may have been denying myself what I truly wanted. Is this what I want? Time can only tell. I hope this is the right thing to do.

peanut butter toast

Thu, 06 Jul 2006 01:22:33 GMT

So I just started this thing and I guess I'll start talking about Independence Day. Ironically on July 4th I was feeling as if someone took the word (independence) and murdered it like one of Albert Fish's victims. I won't go into detail of why, but there are a few reasons. Love is a very complicated thing and can take your feelings to cloud 9, or it can rip you apart like a free coupon for a cheeseburger that was thrown into a group of starving Ethiopians.

People seem to think if something worked for them, there's no reason for it not to work for you. Not that I don't appreciate advice or take it into consideration, I just can't stand when people have that approach. I also have a problem with people telling me how someone else does things and telling me this is how I should be, or this is what I should do. Let me approach a problem in my own way and if it's the wrong way I'll face the consequences. As I extinguish this cigarette, I leave you with a puff of smoke containing the sickening aroma of ashtrays and dirty diapers. Auf wiedersehen