I’m gonna go get some hot chocolate, bitch!!!! Yeah!!!! How ’bout dem apples!!

Well…I think it’s a good song, and I don’t really give a rat’s ass what you think! ‘Tis, after all, time for me to have an overdue fabulously ‘fierce’ moment.

I need say nothing.

It will probably be asked, Why not retain and incorporate the blacks into the state…..Are not the fine mixtures of red and white, the expressions of every passion by greater or less suffusions of colour in the one, preferable to that eternal monotony, which reigns in the countenances, that immoveable veil of black which covers all the emotions of the other race? Add to these, flowing hair, a more elegant symmetry of form, their own judgment in favour of the whites, declared by their preference of them, as uniformly as is the preference of the Oranootan [sic] for the black women over those of his own species.

—Thomas Jefferson, Notes on the State of Virginia

…is just ‘fierce’

…fabulously ‘fierce’!

Below is a segment of an article from The Economist about the role the internet plays on the film industry. The segment leads me to ask the question: is the democratisation of the film industry the end film as an art?

In response, I must say that I have a very voracious sexual appetite; perhaps ’tis because I’m a Scorpio (if you believe in that…?). However, you don’t see me going around and raping other men—despite that fact that I want to fuck A LOT!!! When I said ‘voracious’, I meant it!

People that have read my poetry know that I’m a sexually driven individual. ‘Tis as if it is my G-d-given purpose to give my seed to the world—which, of course, doesn’t make sense when you consider the fact that I want to fuck men. But if you ignore the fact that it doesn’t make sense, then we could just say that it does. OK?—good!

However, I have a way to handle the situation—literally. ‘Tis all very simple. If I need to handle it, I handle it. I mean…there have been times when I’ve done that twelve or more times a day—but it’s better than rape. Of course, I guess I could alway knock some guy unconscious and fuck ‘em, but then I’d go to jail—and we all know what happens there!!!

So yeah…just get a grip on the situation.

OK…so I finally finish’d a short story that I’ve been workin’ on for awhile now: ‘A Funeral for PawPaw.’ I plan to submit the said story to Squatter’s Rites—a student publication. If—more than likely when—the story gets publish’d, I shall post it here.

The reason that I’m not going to post it now is due to copyright issues ~~ I don’t want people taking and/or vandalising my work. This is the reason that I have not been posting a lot of my poetry—copyright issues.