Locked in a dance of lust and gore, the Demon Queen and the Beast of War..

It takes a real Beast to find heaven on earth with a demoness from hell..

BURNING EYE SURFACE!!! :)

Working on organizing my music library so that I may once again broadcast my lunacy to the masses.. Sooon.. very sooooon...

Well, not so soon.. Lol

WarBeast Radio: Returning soon to a Crimson Asylum near you!!

Playing cruel games with my head and heart requires decisive absolute permanent action. My love for you falls short of maintaining my mental health.. Bullet Dodged.. Goodbye.. I will NEVER speak to you again... Ever.. I promise..

If I tried to Slytherin your Hufflepuff, you'd probably Ravenclaw my eyes out n' kick me out the Gryffindor. Which is just as well, because you'd probably give me Hogwarts.

Inside everyone is two wolves.. One's name is Toby.. and the other's name is.. Toby..

He who makes a Beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man. :)(

"You better run.. Forget your pride.. Don't make a stand.. Just step aside.. If you don't have what it takes.. Don't try to play, you'll lose your stakes.. Remember this at least.. It's the nature of the BEAST..

I had had just about enough of that pickle-douche snorting Spackleback Brutapuss droppin' his fiercely atrocious stank-ass flatus-assault on my brand new Paisley-Grip Spaghetti-Bender Pro Fishing Pole. I sure as fuckety fuck wasn't lying when I finally removed my rambomorphic hampershamble maxi-pad cod-piece and furiously yelled at that mangy pudastic rectum-smurf, "If you don't mosey yer rosey posey nosey on down the ol' Jizzum Trail with the all the blazing-ass speed of a cumulobastic velocidork, I'm gonna spam-slap yer fleshy cunt-nubbles with my isotonic pimple-putty-infused badminton racket of DOOM, ya beef-queefin' parboiled jelly donut!" Suffice it to say, he made like a freshly neutered gorgapig and fuckered right off to parts unknown, cryin' like an emo-dweebin' nipple-bitch all the way. Naturally, my short-lived relief was comparable to when you successfully piss a full gallon of high-octane voodoobiotic bong-water... which is quite the bombastic feat, don'cha know?

It was during one beautimously pleasant chigger-infested afternoon that I accidentally wandered through a rare and consequentially quite moist hyperspatial sphinctor gap and immediately found myself stuck arse-deep in a Megabelchian Prolapse Pit, which was filled to the blistered pimply rim with bubbling metamenstrual clit-spittle vulva-slurry, and though the hot wafting odor was certainly tasty, I knew it was only going to be a matter of minutes before a dastardly rowdy chowder-weasel would notice my presence in its private frolicking grounds and try to make a cozy little home for itself right in my hairy turd-hangar. I had to think fast in order to avoid this horrendous and damned uncomfortable fate!

This is a good metaphor for my life as a whole. I'll walk up to a vending machine and in it I'll see my absolute favorite candybar, HOWEVER, it's behind something fucking repugnant like a goddamn Zagnut bar, I count my change and find I only have enough money to get one candy bar.. Then as I stand there fuming over the existential unfairness of it all and the unparalleled nastiness of goddamn Zagnut bars, someone walks up to the machine, puts in some money, hits some buttons, puts in some more money, hits some buttons, reaches down to retrieve the purchases, turns to me with my favorite candy bar in his hand, and generously offers me that motherfucking nasty-ass zagnut bar.. FUCK ZAGNUT BARS!

I am a perfectly flawed, exquisitely damaged, awesomely fractured masterpiece of artistic ruin.

Watching gory Korean zombie flicks with my son....I'm such a kick-ass father. :)

My Status family status Watching gory Korean zombie flicks with my son....I'm such a kick-ass father. :)

Like a fractured knee, That's forced to kneel, A sundered mind, Shall never heal. A heart that aches, A soul that screams Like shattered glass, These broken dreams.

Ahhh the satisfaction of showing my ex-wife a pic of me from 8 years ago and a pic from May of this year and her yelling in anguish "HOW THE FUCK DO YOU KEEP GETTING YOUNGER?!! IT'S NOT FAIR!!!" LOL :D

Death was so common back in them ol' days.. Didn't matter if the chemicals in the house strychnine members of my family dead.. I'd just cyanide go on about with my chores asbestos I could.