Q. Where's Maggie?
A. Oh... dear boy. Forget about her. She wasn't meant for this life.
Q. What did you do to her?
A. Hahaha... what did I do to her? She... she did this to herself. She let this filth, this world into her mind. She was so caught up with her TELEBOX and ETHERWEB that she didn't stop to see what was really going on.
Q. What are you talking about? What was really going on?
A. Her hair smelled like juniper... she could sing... ohhhh.... she could sing. She took everything for granted, her house, her family, her food, her clothes. She saw the world as it was on the TELEBOX, just scripts and actors and happy endings. She found love and excitement on the ETHERWEB. She found me.
Q. .....
A. *smirk* ...oh she found me. My avi was chillin' by a tree in 6 Barton 001026... the topic was "13 looking for bf"... how could I resist? Her avi was HOT... pink hair, black dress. She stood out from the crowd. We made our way through the tweens and found a house. I said, "How old is ya?" She said "I'm only 14." I took out my cyber-dick so fast and stuck it in her cyber-mouth. Fucked her face then her pussy... got a lil taste of that ass. Cyber of course. My nut never tasted so sweet.
Q. Wait, you drank your own nut?
A. *grumble grumble* *tongue flutter* *grumble grumble* *tongue flutter*
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Fat Man With a Cattle Prod
There exists such a man that all food gravitates towards him.
Ethiopian boys are his skinny toys that squiggle and squirm towards the scraps on the floor. They flurry and fight for he shares no more than a crumb and a core. A crumb and a core... a crumb and a c - ZAP!! One got too close and the prod's healthy dose of electricity and fear found the one all too near... His soul saw the light, his body lifeless and white... one told the others and they knew he was right, for flesh was the smell they could smell through the night... truth rang loud, rang loud and with might, for the truth was told with that first single bite...
The man is fat, gluggonous, and queer - no man could accept his smell without sneer. He sits in a throne made of donuts and bone and once ate a baby fresh from the womb. He's surrounded by jars filled with toads and slugs, which he tosses in the air and eats with a SMASH!!
Ethiopian boys are his skinny toys that squiggle and squirm towards the scraps on the floor. They flurry and fight for he shares no more than a crumb and a core. A crumb and a core... a crumb and a c - ZAP!! One got too close and the prod's healthy dose of electricity and fear found the one all too near... His soul saw the light, his body lifeless and white... one told the others and they knew he was right, for flesh was the smell they could smell through the night... truth rang loud, rang loud and with might, for the truth was told with that first single bite...
The man is fat, gluggonous, and queer - no man could accept his smell without sneer. He sits in a throne made of donuts and bone and once ate a baby fresh from the womb. He's surrounded by jars filled with toads and slugs, which he tosses in the air and eats with a SMASH!!
Saturday, March 15, 2008
What is a sleep bot?
You don't like me, no? Like money, yes?
Q. Why do you dominate me?
A. Because it makes me feel powerful. I'm insecure and weak, I need to pad my ego with the knowing that I can bring pain to those weaker than me.
Q. Why the young?
A. Because they're smooth... supple... innocent, yes? They are the essence of beauty. They float around my head, tempting me with their fragile frames and innocuous innocence. When I drive by a school, I only think, "So many, so many. Yet I can have none." Why is this so?
Q. I'm asking the questions here, faggot.
A. That wasn't a question, faggot.
Q. Why do you question me?
A. Because you don't know yourself. You want to know yourself, or at least you think you want to know. But you are too scared to see how far the rabbit hole really goes. You know you are fucked up, everything about you is wrong. There is a seed in you, planted by a demon. It grows and burns and twists in agony, and you writhe with it's wretched glory. I love you, little demon boy, buried in my soul. But I hate you more than ever, you push my boundaries to the edge of legislature... for one day you shall wind me up in the JAILBOX. I wish not that place for no children go there, no children at all. Only mean old men, looking to hurt my smooth, supple body... so supple... so smooth. Why can't I have them? I am just like them, I swear. Years are not what defines a child, but it is the mind... for if the mind is like a child, then the person is like a child, and the child is. But when the mind is corrupt, and the mind is aware, then the person is not a child. The person is, a grownup. God speed Chris Hansen, God speed.
Q. Are you a pedophile?
A. NO. Of course not. How dare you make such accusations. I shall never solicit sex, never display my beautiful nudity to children. You, sir, are a sick, sick person. I am a child. And as such, children belong together.
Q. Can we switch subjects? You're scaring me.
A. But yes of course dear child. I do not want to scare you. I want you to be as comfortable as possible.
Q. Ok. Why can't you sleep?
A. I wish it would be as easy as to say "Well sir, that is because my darned sleep cycle is tainted!" But tainted not it ain't isn't. For only the mind is tainted. The mind goes and goes and runs and runs and never ceases to stop... if only there were a switch I could flip to power down. The only switches are pills, happiness, and suicide. For those I have none. I only have some Natural Lights and a bag of Freetos. These are the things of men... of champions. I should be so lucky to have my face on a bag of Freetos, "Mr. Wadsworth, Champion of Karma," with a spindle through my eye.
Q. What is this place?
A. Welcome, dear boy. This... this is the ethernet. The place that dreams are made of. This etherweb is composed of millions of kids in compartments, typing away, chatting, cybering, sharing, caring, masturbating, whining, wasting away in this digital debauchery. I knew this world was fucked when a 10 year old Phillipino girl's avatar walked up to my avatar and asked "Want to fuck me?" Of course I abided, but only for the sake of my own masturbation; however, whence her avatar began humping mine, unknowing the acts she was committing I asked, "Why did you ask me that?" And she replied "nvm. that what they always say." She was so innocent, so unknowing. These things she did, she only replicated, not knowing the meaning behind them. I asked her "Do you do these things in real life?" She replied "no, only in Gaia." (Gaia is an online tween paradise). At that moment I knew what I had to do. I finished masturbating and signed off.
Q. Well... what did you do?
A. For whence another day, dear boy... for whence another day.
Q. C'mon man, what did you do?
A. GROMMIT.
Q. ?
Q. And just like that... he was gone.
Q. Why do you dominate me?
A. Because it makes me feel powerful. I'm insecure and weak, I need to pad my ego with the knowing that I can bring pain to those weaker than me.
Q. Why the young?
A. Because they're smooth... supple... innocent, yes? They are the essence of beauty. They float around my head, tempting me with their fragile frames and innocuous innocence. When I drive by a school, I only think, "So many, so many. Yet I can have none." Why is this so?
Q. I'm asking the questions here, faggot.
A. That wasn't a question, faggot.
Q. Why do you question me?
A. Because you don't know yourself. You want to know yourself, or at least you think you want to know. But you are too scared to see how far the rabbit hole really goes. You know you are fucked up, everything about you is wrong. There is a seed in you, planted by a demon. It grows and burns and twists in agony, and you writhe with it's wretched glory. I love you, little demon boy, buried in my soul. But I hate you more than ever, you push my boundaries to the edge of legislature... for one day you shall wind me up in the JAILBOX. I wish not that place for no children go there, no children at all. Only mean old men, looking to hurt my smooth, supple body... so supple... so smooth. Why can't I have them? I am just like them, I swear. Years are not what defines a child, but it is the mind... for if the mind is like a child, then the person is like a child, and the child is. But when the mind is corrupt, and the mind is aware, then the person is not a child. The person is, a grownup. God speed Chris Hansen, God speed.
Q. Are you a pedophile?
A. NO. Of course not. How dare you make such accusations. I shall never solicit sex, never display my beautiful nudity to children. You, sir, are a sick, sick person. I am a child. And as such, children belong together.
Q. Can we switch subjects? You're scaring me.
A. But yes of course dear child. I do not want to scare you. I want you to be as comfortable as possible.
Q. Ok. Why can't you sleep?
A. I wish it would be as easy as to say "Well sir, that is because my darned sleep cycle is tainted!" But tainted not it ain't isn't. For only the mind is tainted. The mind goes and goes and runs and runs and never ceases to stop... if only there were a switch I could flip to power down. The only switches are pills, happiness, and suicide. For those I have none. I only have some Natural Lights and a bag of Freetos. These are the things of men... of champions. I should be so lucky to have my face on a bag of Freetos, "Mr. Wadsworth, Champion of Karma," with a spindle through my eye.
Q. What is this place?
A. Welcome, dear boy. This... this is the ethernet. The place that dreams are made of. This etherweb is composed of millions of kids in compartments, typing away, chatting, cybering, sharing, caring, masturbating, whining, wasting away in this digital debauchery. I knew this world was fucked when a 10 year old Phillipino girl's avatar walked up to my avatar and asked "Want to fuck me?" Of course I abided, but only for the sake of my own masturbation; however, whence her avatar began humping mine, unknowing the acts she was committing I asked, "Why did you ask me that?" And she replied "nvm. that what they always say." She was so innocent, so unknowing. These things she did, she only replicated, not knowing the meaning behind them. I asked her "Do you do these things in real life?" She replied "no, only in Gaia." (Gaia is an online tween paradise). At that moment I knew what I had to do. I finished masturbating and signed off.
Q. Well... what did you do?
A. For whence another day, dear boy... for whence another day.
Q. C'mon man, what did you do?
A. GROMMIT.
Q. ?
Q. And just like that... he was gone.
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
PWNT by Pete - New Blog
Some videos that I really like are more painful than funny, but if any of you are like me, then painful is funny. So I've started a new blog called PWNT by Pete (there is a link at the side of my page as well). If anyone would like to see funny or painful videos they find posted on my blogs, email my with a link to the video and a description of what it is. I'll give proper credit to submitters and link to their sites if they'd like. I've already had one blogger ask for a video to be posted (Paintball Headshot on PWNT by Pete) and I'd love for more people to get involved.
My email is peter.godwin12 at gmail.com
My email is peter.godwin12 at gmail.com
Monday, February 25, 2008
Steps - Deeper Shade of Blue
Many of you might remember this one by Steps. Earlier this morning one of my female acquaintances was reminiscing about the good ol' days and showed me this video. She said she used to listen to this song and dance along with the music video. For some reason I think this video was a lot cooler a few years ago than it is now...
Anyways, this video is just way too gay to go unnoticed. God bless the 90's.
Anyways, this video is just way too gay to go unnoticed. God bless the 90's.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Star Wars Gangsta Rap
This is awesome; I have no idea how they got the voices to sound so perfect. The lyrics are superb, and all the characters flow like bad asses. Well, C3PO raps about some super gay shit, but come on, what did you expect?
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