must....resist...total....shitstorm....

to all those that think they have an opinion...

what if i told y'all i enjoy syringes full of amphetamines?

would that lower your opinion of me?

would that make you despise me?

message me and say coz i love to hear all the whining that is associated with it...

ohh, and i aint joking.

junkie aint the word you decrepite fucks.

bring the abuse.

dont be shy!

share your opinion that everyone is always dying to hear.



Hello! Stickers

yes well my description just doesnt do credit to me, i think its just because im just too damn lazy...but theres also the fact that hardly any of you fuckers are gonna even pay any attention to whats here.
and even if you do, how off tap do you think someone could be?

so first things first

     *raises his devils horn*

youse can all eat decomposing wombat that i found on the side of the road this morning. dont mind the maggots, they feel just like pasta if your quick.

[4% of teens will stand up for God, Post this if you know he doesn't exist]

hahahaha fuck god and his egotistical ways.
you all know that spirit is around you 24/7 regardless of whether you like it, know it, relise it or not.



R.I.P GOOF


{READ THE WHOLE THING WORTH IT}
One night a guy & a girl were driving home from the movies. The boy sensed there was something HORRIBLY wrong with his bowels. He speculated it was gas station burritos. The girl asked the boy to pull over because she wanted to talk. Grudgingly and about to shit all over himself, the boy obliged. She told him that her feelings had changed & that it was time to move on. A silent tear slid down his cheek as he slowly reached into his pocket & passed her a folded note. At that moment, the boys bowels instantaneously released in such a violent manner that his ass began to recede inside of itself. “Oh my GOD WHYYYYYYY!” He shouted. He reached out and grabbed the girl by her hair in panic. “help me you heartless cunt!” He screamed .His stomach began to explode from all the shit that couldn’t escape his subsided asshole. The girl pulled away from him and tried the handle but it was locked. She cornered herself in the passenger side seat while the boy began to cry diarrhea all over himself shrieking in panic. His belly button swelled open, stale beer and digested ramen spewed from the newly appointed sphincter all over the girl. The boy suddenly became silent, covered in shit, blood and tears. Remembering the note, the girl pulled it out & read it. "Without your love, MY ASS WOULD EXPLODE”.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

THE EGGS OF SATAN (you know you want some)

Half a cup of powdered sugar
One quarter teaspoon salt
One knifetip turkish hash
Half a pound butter
One teaspoon vanilla-sugar
Half a pound flour
150 g ground nuts
A little extra powdered sugar
... and no eggs
Place in a bowl
Add butter
Add the ground nuts and
Knead the dough
Form eyeball-size pieces from the dough
Roll in the powdered sugar
And say the magic words:
'sim sala bim bamba sala do saladim'
Place on a greased baking pan and
Bake at 200 degrees for 15 minutes
...and no eggs

In the war between good and evil, a Daemonic Drake tends to walk all over the faces of any who shit him....
When it comes to the powers of Chaos vs. those of Law and Order, your inner dragon makes the universe look uniform.....
During combat situations, the Daemonic Drake shows a preference for the rending, slashing, bludgeoning, elbowing and outright bloodlust of Teeth to Throat combat....


dont need no fuck on here to protect me while paulie is still lending a hand...

" Either God wants to abolish evil, but cannot; or he can, but does not want to.
 If he wants to, and cannot, he is impotent. If he can, but does not want to, he is wicked.
 If, as they say, God can abolish evil, and God really wants to do it, why is there evil in the world?"
     -Epicurus

Mysticism is dead. proof is its own religion.
proof is decided by what you have experienced.
proof is undeniable.
only to the person it really counts for.
you.

hahahahahahhahahahahhahaaha song does describes my feelings, go blankie hhahahahha

Fuck L Ron [Hedda] and fuck all his clones
fuck all these dysfunctional dipshits

fret for your figure and
fret for your latte and
fret for your lawsuit and
fret for your hairpiece and
fret for your prozac and
fret for your pilot and
fret for your contract and
fret for your car its a


       RANDOMNESS      


On Sears hairdryer: Do not use while sleeping. (Damn it, thats the only time i have to do my hair!)
On a bag of Fritos: You could be a winner! No purchase necessary. Details inside. (Five-finger discount then)
On a bar of Dial Soap: Directions: Use like regular soap. (And that would be how?)
On some Swann frozen dinners: Serving suggestion: Defrost. (But its only a suggestion, right?)
On a hotel-provided shower cap in a box: Fits one head. (Gosh Tarn It)
On Tesco's Tiramisu dessert (printed on bottom of the box): Do not turn upside down. (Whooops...)
On Marks & Spencer Bread Pudding: Product will be hot after heating. (Really?)
On packaging for a Rowenta iron: Do not iron clothes on body. (But it saves so much time!)
On Boot's children's cough medicine: Do not drive car or operate machinery. (Damn those sleepy five-year-old forklift drivers!)
On Nytol sleep aid: Warning: may cause drowsiness. (Heres Hoping)
On a Korean kitchen knife: Warning: keep out of children. (Sounds like a good idea!)
On a string of Chinese-made Christmas lights: For indoor or outdoor use only. (And the other option is...?)
On a Japanese food processor: Not to be used for the other use. (Other use, that would be?)
On Sainsbury's peanuts: Warning: contains nuts. (Suprise!)
On an American Airlines packet of nuts: Instructions: Open packet, eat nuts. (Wait a minute, you've lost me)
On a Swedish chainsaw: Do not attempt to stop chain with your hands or genitals. (Now you tell me!)
On a child's Superman costume: Wearing of this garment does not enable you to fly. (Way to ruin little kiddies imaginations!)

MY LAYERS (coz im like a onion)


          LAYER ONE:
-- Name: dal
-- Nickname: dalas
-- Birth date:1/7/88
-- Birthplace: kogarah
-- Current location: the computer
-- Eye color: brown
-- Hair color: Black
-- Height: 5'11
-- Righty or lefty: ambidextrous
          LAYER TWO
-- Your heritage:..italian mafia
-- Your weakness: half-weight of meth in a syringe (thats naughty...)
-- Your fears: carnies <they smell like cabbage>
--Goal you'd like to achieve: general of the army
          LAYER THREE
-- Your fav phrases: nnnneeerrrrggghhhh
-- Your best physical feature: my mind
-- Your most missed memory: never mind
--Most embarassing moment: never mind
          LAYER FOUR
-- Soda: jim beam mixer drinks
-- Fast food : Maccas or kebabs (mmm turkish hamburger...)
-- Chocolate or vanilla: chocolate
          LAYER FIVE
-- Smoke:yeh
-- Sing: i can
-- Like high school: haha dont go
-- Want to get married: yes *have kids*
-- Think you're attractive: pic at top (you fucking decide)
-- Think you're a health freak:no!!
-- Get along with your parents: now i do
-- Like thunderstorms: yes
-- Play an instrument: bass axe
          LAYER SIX
In the past month i have…
-- Smoked: cigs and hoochy and *voice is muffled as an anonomous hand covers his mouth
-- Done a drug: yes, several
-- Had sex:yes
-- Made out: yes
-- Gone on a date: yes
-- Gone to the mall: yes
-- Been on stage: no
-- Made cookies: yes (with herbed butter)
-- Gone skinny-dipping: no
-- Dyed your hair: no
-- Stolen anything: only someones heart...
         LAYER SEVEN
Ever...
-- Played a game that required removal of clothing: yes...
-- Been trashed or extremely intoxicated:of course
-- Been caught doing something: no
-- Been teased: no
-- Gotten beaten up: no
-- Shoplifted: no
         LAYER EIGHT
-- Age you hope to be married: 25
-- How do you want to die:with a bong to my mouth and other details best left undescribed
-- What do you want to be when you grow up: infantry
-- What planet would you most like to visit: a planet sumwhere in the vincinity of bueetlegeuss
         LAYER NINE
--Number of drugs taken illegally: stopped counting
--Number of people you can trust: -
--Number of CDs that I own: hahaha
--Number of piercing: 3
--Number of tattoos: one im gettin covered
--Number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper: 3/4
--Number of scars on my body: too many ( i <was> a self mutilater)
--Number of things in my past that I regret: tooooo many

STONERZ PLEDGE:
peace,pot,tequila shot, spirit luvs you stoned or not, sex,drugs,rock+roll,speed,weed,birth control,lifes a bitch then u die, fuck the world lets get high.we are stoners we have class,mess with us we'll kick your ass, so to all you preps who think your cool go to hell cuz stonerz rule









well if you got this far then you mustn't be the judgemental fuck that i will always assume that you are.


your just a fuck.....



does anyone understand what it is to feel the rush of what i'm talking about....?




has anyone even seen a fit?



hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha




sanity is for the weak. reality is your blanket against the limitless possibilties of what you all know could be. wake up to yourselves and leap of the edge of what you know will kill you.




i promise you will be a different life when you scrape yourself from the pavement.



hahahahhaahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahah



no one has any idea bout what i know i mean.




do you?




LIARS! LIARS! DESPISE YOU ALL WITH THE FILTH I PULL FROM THE BACK OF MY MIND.....