PIMPS OF THE PERVERSE.

Something I posted on my class General Paper Portal:

Where be the faithful:

"More than 10,000 children in Europe smacked, tortured, and raped by priests who were supposed to protect them. Bishops and spokesmen denying or minimizing their role-appearing, for all the world, like old men who seem not to understand the seriousness of what they've done." Lisa Miller, NEWSWEEK, Save the Children.

O justice, justice, wherefore art thou justice? Deny thy father and refuse thy name, or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my versification. For I am no longer a Catholic.

What the hell is going with these peevish perverse pungent perverted pseudo-pious pervicacious perennial perilous Para-psychotic priests parading a paradox in privacy, a phantom of the prevailing principle that preaches to people the prime Papal philosophy parroted posthumously and presently, this panoramic precipitated pesky petrifying predators who find pleasures in the phallus of a preteen, prophets not protecting or proclaiming, but penetrating and probing; philandering with preschoolers; the phrenology of these pedophiles is in perplex beyond physical and psychological perspectives; the pain and the pillage of the prestigiously plastered pygmy should be presiding in a piggery or a prison rather than a palace or a place of worship. Pit-falling the pleas of the plagued and placid is a placebo of placatory plague of the plebian politicians. Prolific polemics poison the population.
I personally persist that we plunge these pompous penis-paramount popery with praseodymium.

This shows that a religion does not need spiritual leaders, it needs believers, not parrots, but prophets. Our predecessors probably didn't want to pop a bunch of primordial peeves. It's predation, and the premature victims are tormented.
Mothers and fathers everywhere are frantic, choirboys will only open their mouths to moan, suck or sing.

Another thing that confuses me is that most of these filthy pastors are, biologically impotent.

So what's your perspective?

QI+QAT=double word and triple letter score.

You know, it really bothers me that I’m obligated to feel alright when you go meet a guy to drink late at night only because I’ve been somewhat alright with it in the past, but when some girl texts me, I’m cheating on you suddenly.

And darling, why do you have to take the things people tell you so frankly, they just say it because they just do. You tell me half the time that you don’t love me and you don’t care about me (be it in anger or jokingly) and you think I seem emotionless, only because I don’t react the way you want to.

I love you and I care for you and I hate to tell this straight to your face because we’ll end up quarrelling.

I’m only saying this because I want our relationship to work better for us both. I’m sorry probation and my parents hardly giving me cash these days gets in the way, but that doesn’t mean I don’t intend to get you what you want.

I know you joke when you tell me all the shit other guys can do for you that I can’t, it makes me think if you really see the things I do for you that others can’t. But I’ll just keep quiet and remain silent. I only do so cause I don’t like arguing with you. I hate arguing with you. We argue almost every fucking day, and we just go at it anywhere. Don’t like.

Ah well, when a nihilist becomes emotional, he becomes human :P

I love you Jane, let’s stop arguing, for a week at least :)

Save the planet.

Dearest diary, I would love to strongly voice my opinion about the Haitian situation right now.

My opinion will most definitely upset and insult a lot of people, so at least I can blame any attempt on my sorry life on something.

Millions of men, women and children are suffering in Haiti now because of an earthquake which destroyed lives and billions and billions of dollars of property, and organisations and artistes are appealing for help from people elsewhere on the planet to help because it is not only moral and ethical on a humane basis to help fellow humans, it is to protect and restore business.

The world is a corporation, its countries are its companies, their states are their divisions and its people are its workers.

And Haiti is one such company, because you see, there is no morality into helping another person, it subjects to personal beliefs and choice.

And a way I would like to choose, according to my personal beliefs, to offer my opinion in dealing with this:

Kill and slaughter the entire population like a corporation which chooses to terminate a defective, faulty company.

As far as I’m concerned, we’ve been killing each other off since the beginning of time for, according to a lot of people (mainly idiotic pacifists who never bother to analyse a situation), the “wrong” reasons.

You mean there’s actually a “right” reason to kill and go to war with another nation?

Sure, capital punishment is death for several crimes; kill a person for killing a person and praise a soldier for slaughtering people.

It’s is legal to be a maniacal serial killer only when your president cannot agree with another world leader, not because you have repressed hatred for humanity, or because your wife was cheating on your hardworking back.

So kill the entire nation and save yourself the time, money and trouble, besides, it’ll help Al Gore and the green rangers from complaining about so much bloody carbon emissions.

It’s all bullshit and it’s all business.

 

Ah well, I’ve moved out of my old neighbourhood into a new one, adapting, spreading like a virus; I am well, finding a sort of equilibrium with my natural and unnatural surroundings.

I seem to be ripping off Matrix there.

I really need to start studying and stop penning ridiculous lines for graphic novels I hope to publish like “I’m going to die, and I need to look pretty.” or, “All those sickening melancholic tales, of which, verses harangue ravenously in my head, like that eerie dripping of water from an unclosed tap in an echoic toilet.”.

GP, Chemistry, Physics, History, Literature, would have taken more if I actually knew what exactly I want to be, heh.