Boredumb the insidious dult;
  a posses'd mind wails,
and turns to the body for escape.

     
     My blog cherry is now popped. However, unlike other cherry popping experiences, no hay sangria, nor is any expected. HA HA, I can say whatever I want!!! Totally and completely hidden behind a Beavis avatar. There's no blood oozing from a violated orifice, only a slew of murky thoughts and daydreams that you are now slurping from my head with a cyber-straw. Drink me up, ladies. NO, I do not come in Diet!! (I do come though).

     Okay, so if I write about murdering politicians or raping neighbors I will probably be traced and viciously made an example of by people who are compensating for their own pedo/murderous guilt. But I can say things that are a little jarging, until you click on another link.

    Maybe straight marijuana blogging is in order, but no one is going to read an obscure blog by a shithead that smokes lightning all day. SOMEDAY I MAY RULE MY WORLD! So get ready you endless vacuum of unseen internet space. Can you handle the totally surreptitious pointless banter and hurtful slander that I will unleash into you.

     So please, like a good rape victim (and you ARE a good rape victim), lay back and stay quiet for a minute (probably more like half a minute, I just popped my cherry) and take me inside of you. All that I have to give to you. Let it sit, warm inside your head. and maybe if you're just unlucky enough it will fester and produce some type of twisted  fruit fetus. Some type of reaction, intellectual or physical, to the filthy member that I penetrated you (rather mercilessly) with.

or maybe not.