Well Asylum learned a lesson last night. Who would have thought that drinking two double Martoonies and a glass or wine before sitting down to type out a blog would not be the greatest of ideas?
Yes, the more you know…
Well since Asylum is not ashamed of what he does, except of course for the formerly mentioned ill-fated foray in to the lyrical arts, I shant change my blog from yesterday. If Mr Daniels and I thought it was good last night then there is shall stay…
With that said, let me address one thing. I recorded Freakin at the freaker’s ball last year and attempted 2-3 times to post it. Each time people have told me it sucked and I pulled it only to dust it off again months later and repost hoping for a better reception. Let’s face it… It sucks.
At this point I have shelved the file in to obscurity. Although I truly can give a shit about what people think of me, I do still aim to produce a certain level of quality out of the things I put out… With that said, I give you this promise… I won’t ever sing again unless it’s a torture scene J
While I am on this subject… To the guy that I told to go fuck himself yesterday…. Honestly I did have a lot of alcohol and wasn’t really thinking things all the way through…
…Now that I have I wish to extend my hand…
…and offer you a broken beer bottle and a tube of icy hot to impale your pictureless judgmental prissy little ass on you fucking balless wonder!
When you attempt to extend yourself and try new things be it play of different sorts, different mediums to produce exhibitionistic scenes showcasing the things you are actually doing and not just dribbling down your leg vicariously off of others experiences, or grow a set to finally move out of your moms apartment where you don’t have to hide that cum stained pair of tennies under your bed any more in fear that you may actually have to explain to her that you COULD possibly be some sort of perverted wanker…
Perhaps then… and only then, might you be even close to having any business judging people who are actually ACTIVELY sharing with others things that come from their hearts and souls that means something to them.
To sling shit from behind the comfortable anonymity of your computer screen, never venturing out to grab even an ounce of what you crave… Well frankly, anything I can say is going to hurt a hell of a lot less than what you already know…
One thing must be realized. I love newbies. I am happy to accept them in to my home and taking them on experiences that they have never imagined. It actually gets me off to see this and to feast upon the shaky trust that it takes them to hand themselves to you, scared, fearful, unknowing…
It is a beautiful thing.
It is these malicious parasites that haunt the websites commenting judgmentally on those that actually do as if they were experts on subjects they don’t have the chutzpah to dabble in.
It’s these people for whom the best part of their personality ran down the crack of their mamma’s ass and ended up a stain upon the bedsheets.
Bottom line…Gear up or Shut up!
Look, I may be willing to admit that emotion and alcohol don’t mix, but none the less I still am a self proclaimed asshole, let’s not forget this point J
So let’s then move forward, shall we?
Carpe Noctem Part 2… 4 days and counting: It’s time to focus on what is important.
With that visiting time is over and the guards grow antsy…
Take care, and what ever you do don't scream too loud, others are trying to sleep
Rubberasylum
