My Fellow Inmates,
After reading my last few blogs I am starting to think that there may be a chance that I could be a bit opinionated. Possibly, perhaps...
Speaking of, there is an effort we need to make here; today Rubberrebel put a call out for some money for the site. I ask each and every once of you that reads my blog to donate to our community. Think about it, even if each of us here tossed in 5.00 cumulatively we would make a large dent.
It is expensive to do a start up site, and Russell is footing the bill for the rest of us. If we cont step up… well I don’t want to even think about it. Let’s just say Guyzingear is and has been one of the best sites on the net hands down.
Let’s help it to survive.
As for Carpe Noctem; Asylum has played hooky from work today to finish it. I made a promise, and I intend to stand by it for the rest of your pervs enjoyment.
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
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Friends don't let friends drink and blog
My Fellow Inmates,
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
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
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Psychological Torture Television
My Fellow Inmates,
I need to tell you about a TV show so foul, so vile, so off the ever loving charts, that it truly makes Asylum proud.
The show is called Solitary
http://www.hulu.com/watch/5272/solitary-the-experiment-begins?c=Reality-and-Game-Shows#s-p2-n1-so-i0
For anyone in to mental torture this show has it and in spades. Here is the concept:
Nine people enter the game. Each of them are placed is a separate cell in seclusion, they are sleep deprived, food deprived, and pushed to their limits.
The only access to the outside world that they have is a computerized voice called Val. Who has an answer to anything they say, and it’s usually a statement meant to twist them around and is often of mind fuck proportions.
The contestants must endure psychological torture for a chance to win $50,000.00. They can give up at any time but if they are the first in the group to give up the current torture then they are removed from the show.
The one that can hold up under the strain of the most psychological torture is the winner. They play against themselves since no one ever knows how the people they are competing against are doing, or if anyone has quit. You are sealed off, no idea how many days have passed, or whether its night or day,
Watching this, the first thought in my mind is this is one step above “The Running Man” in regards to what we will do to people for our own entertainment… Also it gives me many, many evil ideas J
If this is the direction of the degradation of our society I say step back and let it fall! The next step I want to see is bondage endurance shows…
I would tune in J
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
I need to tell you about a TV show so foul, so vile, so off the ever loving charts, that it truly makes Asylum proud.
The show is called Solitary
http://www.hulu.com/watch/5272/solitary-the-experiment-begins?c=Reality-and-Game-Shows#s-p2-n1-so-i0
For anyone in to mental torture this show has it and in spades. Here is the concept:
Nine people enter the game. Each of them are placed is a separate cell in seclusion, they are sleep deprived, food deprived, and pushed to their limits.
The only access to the outside world that they have is a computerized voice called Val. Who has an answer to anything they say, and it’s usually a statement meant to twist them around and is often of mind fuck proportions.
The contestants must endure psychological torture for a chance to win $50,000.00. They can give up at any time but if they are the first in the group to give up the current torture then they are removed from the show.
The one that can hold up under the strain of the most psychological torture is the winner. They play against themselves since no one ever knows how the people they are competing against are doing, or if anyone has quit. You are sealed off, no idea how many days have passed, or whether its night or day,
Watching this, the first thought in my mind is this is one step above “The Running Man” in regards to what we will do to people for our own entertainment… Also it gives me many, many evil ideas J
If this is the direction of the degradation of our society I say step back and let it fall! The next step I want to see is bondage endurance shows…
I would tune in J
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
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