Post by pyrozombie on Jul 11, 2009 0:34:10 GMT -5
Well......How to start this?
I am PyroZombie, and welcome to my Journal.
I refuse to call it a blog, because blogs sound like something at the bottom of riverbeds that communicates by farting.
Allow me to explain the title, besides the play on my name.
Today, sucks.
I am sick and tired of a lot of things in the world(very-mainly the united states.), since I broke out of my pre-pubescence personality.
I hate, therefore I am. But I just don't hate things.....anymore.
I have very few heroes alive but all my heroes, dead or not, have inspired something within me, my personality, my code of ethics, even my growing psychosis. One of my main heroes is George Carlin, A man who wasn't afraid of challenging our way of doing things. He taught me to question, prod, pick, gut, and point out the stupid things in life, and how to point it out, because I hate crybabies, but I love comedy.
Here is what I mean;
Where are the happy jokes from a serious stand-up comedian? None of them are ever happy, the funnier, the further into the darkness. Look at Carlin, Look at Pryor, Look at Jim Norton, Look at any comic that has a solid look on life(even though 2/3rds of the one's i listed are dead, and 1/3rd well on his way(Honk,Honk).)
Comedy is the best way to point the flaws in any infrastructure, that and maybe a general contractor to thoroughly inspect it too.
Hence, This is created.
Within the contexts of this Journal,(not blog, though your allowed to comment, and even prod my thinking while I prod the majority's), I will vent my frustrations, not in the dull "CNN-on-Ritalin" way, but adding in a colorful light, like a circus tent on fire, with clowns spraying seltzer bottles at it, but not knowing i replaced the seltzer water with high-proof gasoline in my plot to kill clowns everywhere using the almighty power of fire....
Sorry got a bit off track.
Here's the jist of what I am trying;
Everyone, Everything, Every subject is in front of my cannon of incendiary insults,critical cynicism, and soldering satire, Especially the newer generation, who I succeed from.
Now don't get me wrong, I am open-minded. I accept all people, I accept all faiths, and I accept all of your rights as people no matter what I think of you...
Unless..
you are not open-minded, Do not accept all people, do not accept all faiths, and say "you don't have the right to-", in which case I add you to the list of genetic slime that should never have been birthed, named, and set loose on society.
The beginning will be mainly about the newer generation of anything because, well golly, they create most of the slowly-growing tumor in my head brain that will eventually kill me at my possible-yet-unlikely-unborn-daughter's/son's-wedding, in which I fall into the cake.
I say "This will mainly be about the problems with the world" because I also wonder, and scheme, and create, and question alot of things not relating to things that suck. I sometimes wonder about the very universe and ask philosophical questions, like why do we need so many scientist looking back when we should be planning ahead? or How come i've never seen a bi-polar guy?, and Why do spiders creep the bajesus out of me? and why are there cat collars when cats only walk to the sound of a can-opener?
I'm not all doom-and-gloom, I'm often playful in sometimes a psychotic fashion, or on a rare occasion, human-like fashion.
It's been a long day, so I am not adding an addition yet, but be patience I'm sure something will inspire me,make me question it, or tick me off right quick because of today and this very hour, I have work today, and I'm not drooling, dreaming about stuff that will happen, which will be discussed on a later date.
Until then, this has been the opening some thousand characters to something that will become, the tomb of burning thoughts from the man dead from the chest neck down.
I am PyroZombie, and welcome to my Journal.
I refuse to call it a blog, because blogs sound like something at the bottom of riverbeds that communicates by farting.
Allow me to explain the title, besides the play on my name.
Today, sucks.
I am sick and tired of a lot of things in the world(very-mainly the united states.), since I broke out of my pre-pubescence personality.
I hate, therefore I am. But I just don't hate things.....anymore.
I have very few heroes alive but all my heroes, dead or not, have inspired something within me, my personality, my code of ethics, even my growing psychosis. One of my main heroes is George Carlin, A man who wasn't afraid of challenging our way of doing things. He taught me to question, prod, pick, gut, and point out the stupid things in life, and how to point it out, because I hate crybabies, but I love comedy.
Here is what I mean;
Where are the happy jokes from a serious stand-up comedian? None of them are ever happy, the funnier, the further into the darkness. Look at Carlin, Look at Pryor, Look at Jim Norton, Look at any comic that has a solid look on life(even though 2/3rds of the one's i listed are dead, and 1/3rd well on his way(Honk,Honk).)
Comedy is the best way to point the flaws in any infrastructure, that and maybe a general contractor to thoroughly inspect it too.
Hence, This is created.
Within the contexts of this Journal,(not blog, though your allowed to comment, and even prod my thinking while I prod the majority's), I will vent my frustrations, not in the dull "CNN-on-Ritalin" way, but adding in a colorful light, like a circus tent on fire, with clowns spraying seltzer bottles at it, but not knowing i replaced the seltzer water with high-proof gasoline in my plot to kill clowns everywhere using the almighty power of fire....
Sorry got a bit off track.
Here's the jist of what I am trying;
Everyone, Everything, Every subject is in front of my cannon of incendiary insults,critical cynicism, and soldering satire, Especially the newer generation, who I succeed from.
Now don't get me wrong, I am open-minded. I accept all people, I accept all faiths, and I accept all of your rights as people no matter what I think of you...
Unless..
you are not open-minded, Do not accept all people, do not accept all faiths, and say "you don't have the right to-", in which case I add you to the list of genetic slime that should never have been birthed, named, and set loose on society.
The beginning will be mainly about the newer generation of anything because, well golly, they create most of the slowly-growing tumor in my head brain that will eventually kill me at my possible-yet-unlikely-unborn-daughter's/son's-wedding, in which I fall into the cake.
I say "This will mainly be about the problems with the world" because I also wonder, and scheme, and create, and question alot of things not relating to things that suck. I sometimes wonder about the very universe and ask philosophical questions, like why do we need so many scientist looking back when we should be planning ahead? or How come i've never seen a bi-polar guy?, and Why do spiders creep the bajesus out of me? and why are there cat collars when cats only walk to the sound of a can-opener?
I'm not all doom-and-gloom, I'm often playful in sometimes a psychotic fashion, or on a rare occasion, human-like fashion.
It's been a long day, so I am not adding an addition yet, but be patience I'm sure something will inspire me,make me question it, or tick me off right quick because of today and this very hour, I have work today, and I'm not drooling, dreaming about stuff that will happen, which will be discussed on a later date.
Until then, this has been the opening some thousand characters to something that will become, the tomb of burning thoughts from the man dead from the chest neck down.
