Being married is like

Waking up and having hope and wonder, and drive and motivation, for a new day, then having it trashed and stepped on.  Like a cruel entity blocking the sun, stepping on your neck, taking a shit on you while you gasp for breath.  Why do I gasp for air?  I don't even want to breathe anymore.  Fuck you life.

My upcoming album

No one will give a shit about it until I'm dead.  But I'm working on new songs everyday with no help from anyone because every musician I've ever known turned out to be a cocksucker.  Here's a sample of the artwork in progress:

creepshots

the next big hysteria.  wait for it........

image search results for creepshots on google

okay ladies.  stop leaving the house in skin-tight, should be illegal, "yoga" pants.  unless you dont care that every perverted man has a camera phone and is probably taking pictures of your ass.  and its legal by the way.  oh yes.  just no upskirts, minors, or privacy invasion.  your in public when you leave your property.

Get that gross tumor off your face bitch

http://instagram.com/rebeccakisicki

This dumb cunt

The best part about having a blog with no readers is....

I can say whatever the fuck I want.  

just when im about to give up, i got an idea.....

heres how to keep the little jerks in line

don't miss this amazing lyric

"Will my pony recognize my voice in hell Will he still be blind or do they go by smell Will you promise me not to rest me out at sea But on a fiery river boat that's rickety"-Mark Linkous

One reason I will be miserable forever

You know how people mention eachother or "shout out" on Instagram?  Then you will go and look at other peoples profiles and pictures and "like" pictures.  When I do that I always look at how many followers people have and don't have a clue how they get so many.

That will never happen to me.  No one will ever mention me.  I am a social pariah in the old fashioned way, and even worse when it comes to social technology.  Why do I bother?  Because I gotta try, I guess.  Also, I like to people watch without leaving the house.

Can't escape loneliness.

Mornings are just the worst.......

Or sometimes it's the only time of the day that i feel good. Life is unpredictable.
Unless your prediction is that you always end up in the same shitty places you try to escape.