Piss Christ

I actually like the work of art entitled 'Piss Christ'. My grandmother wrote it off as shock value. Too easy to do that.
I see the value of 'Piss Christ' the older I get.
Good to stick it to them once in a while.

"His blog isn't very user friendly," somebody will probably say, if they read this at all.

"Fuck it, I say. I could just give a flying fuck anymore. Time to get down to business," he said.

haha.

Anyway, a lot of shit to do today.
Fuck, EverQuest problems again. I'll fix it.
Fuck, I could give a fuck.
I can only go so long without swearing.
It's too much to ask for me to keep a clean mouth at all times. There has to be some kind of release. The pressure builds up and I just want to say cocksucker cunt motherfucker. Jesus.

Hi, another great yoga class with one of my favorite teachers. Some damn good stretches.
Informative, too.
She's very good, very funny, very smart, intelligent, and knowledgeable. She reads The New York Times and The New Yorker.

The fuck.
100 hits, and now 110. My channel has begun, I suppose. I'll never get the old one back. Don't know if I need it anymore. Might as well keep it simple with one account, though I will miss the old one. I can always start up a new 'KirkIndySoloSpock' channel.
'David Lovins 67' is on its way.
I'm sure someone is laughing at me somewhere. I guess I'll laugh along with them.
No one takes me seriously. So fuck it.
I mean, who the fuck cares? No one does if I do anything or not, so fuck it.
I'm alive, this is what I do, and I'll fucking do it until I'm dead. Fuck the world and what it thinks. haha.
Fuck, I'm just trying to get my game to work, goddammit. Always something.

I need xp every day. It's the only way to live.

Money, money, money, money, money.
I have to get it through my head that I need it to live. The fuck.

Fuck.
Hey, I'm an exponent of The American Public Education System. What the fuck did you guys expect, fucking Shakespeare? Dickens? Orwell?

Hard to think with all of the distractions.
I'll do my best.

I don't even know if all this is worth arguing about, I just want to live. Jesus the fuck Christ. God.
What do I have to do in this world? Something, anything.
I'm not sure what I have to do.
Something involving royalties, or something that will keep my ship afloat for a while, Jesus Motherfucker.
It's a Piss Christ after all.

Parents want to protect their kids. From what? Reality is a harsh motherfucker.

My parents didn't teach me much of anything. They thought all they had to do was give birth to me and watch me grow.

Yeah, it doesn't matter what I write, as long as I write something for these blogs, and mark the time, haha.

Cool, my pet skellie has a shield now, along with his rapier.

Get some xp, paint, hey, it is a day, make videos, do stuff.

My lunch was good with sweet and sour pork and egg fried rice, water and tea as usual.

Fuck.

( Why are you reading my blog? It's none of your business what I write, go away. )

Haha, the blog whose user doesn't want anyone to read it.

I'm a product. This country produced me. I'm definitely American. Not to PR.
I'm a born rebel, that's the American Way, so fucking fuck the kiss ass shit. Tired of it all.

My oldest brother is still a nutjob as far as I am concerned, with his Universal Knowledge Grid, which he hopes will change the world. He'll be lucky enough to change his own world.
So tired of his shit.
He's a nicer guy now, or maybe he is just making more careful moves on the chessboard with me. Still feels like a game.
If he ever reads this, fuck it. It's how I feel, I can write whatever the fuck I want. It's my fucking opinion. Fuck.

He can write whatever the fuck he wants about me, I could give a fuck.

If he ever finds out I'm writing this blog, someone is nosy about what I do. I could give a fuck about that, too, but I know people don't mind their own fucking business in this country. Just ask Mrs. Kravitz from 'Bewitched'.

The fuck.

I want to name names, I want to write the truth about everything and everyone, I want to empty my entire mind, and start with a clean slate.

I wish I had someone to talk to sometimes. Someone I could see once a week. Maybe I have a bunch of shit stored inside, who knows? Things that can't be expressed.

I don't know what people think of me, but they watch my videos.

I don't know anymore, and I don't know if I care.

Just having fun is all I want to do.

I just want to give a woman a squirting orgasm and make her happy.