greetingz. welcome to the most uneventful part of . i'm the reverend. i'm a poet, and i have a shytload of good poetry you can read . i have also recently started posting my own high rezolution desktop wallpaperz. i also love to post my desktop screenshots. be aware, though, i spell deviously. thanks for viziting.



'hey jezus, won't you drop your healing blood, from your wrists, down onto me'.
'but this life waz so sincere, what the phuk am i doing here?'.

the newz: i hate posting small journalz, but that's really all i can do for now, cauze vulturez are circling my body... i mean... fascist nazi scumphuks are watching my page.

so this iz just a short note to say two thingz...

one. i'm sorry i haven't been doing much on da for a while, and probly won't be doing much for a little while longer. there'z a couple thingz that have been discouraging me from being on da. one iz, i can't write anything, cauze people are reading my shyt who i don't want to read my shyt. and two, i got a really shytty comment that i have yet to respond to, but when i do, i will post it in this journal.

two. i'm turning thirtyone on september twentysix. with every birthday that passez, i still cannot believe i'm still alive. i sometimez tell people, i should've died when i waz twentythree. i waz so depressed that year. but i survived, and i'm still here. and now i have two bæutiphul children. so, ever since then, i've been calling it my 'blue september'. it's a very special day for me.

there are quite a few thingz that i wish i could say here, but i can't. so, i'll paste in here a couple little thoughts i wrote, about a month ago.

i waz watching this movie, called 'van wilder, freshman year'. it waz a bit of a kick in the military'z tiny nuts. especially knowing that the first name of most of the military men in my family iz 'wilder'. i phuking hate that name. so, you should watch this movie. anywayz, i had a thought, while watching it. in the movie, this college girl iz sitting down having dinner in a restaurant with her military father, who'z father waz in the military. they alwayz love to bark about tradition, cauze they're afraid to break the mold, or take a different path. anywayz, he wanted hiz son to be in the military, but he had a daughter, so he wanted her to be a military man. what a phuking pig. first, he asked her if she liked skool, and she started answering him, and he interrupts her, like they alwayz do, cauze they don't give a shyt how you're doing, they just ask cauze it's small talk, and they don't know how to talk 'big', unless it's about war, or rulez, or tradition, or discipline. same old shyt. every military man in my family waz the exact same way. they ask how you're doing, and when you start answering, they cut you off. anywayz, a minute later, this other military man (the dean of the college) walks up to their table, and sayz something, and the father answered, 'well, hopefully she'll climb a bit higher up the ladder than i did'. and that got me thinking. (what doezn't?). van wilder, in this movie, said 'tradition iz something that keeps greeting card companiez in buziness'. well, i took it a little further. tradition iz what keeps the military around, and keeps old people in cuntrol of the rest of us. it's what makes us obey thoze old fascists. 'respect your elderz'. obey your parents, your grandparents, and be like them, and join the army, and climb the 'ladder'. well, if you haven't yet noticed, some of us have been rebelling for a while now. we're getting tired of 'tradition', we're getting syck of the military, and doing the same thing every generation. we're starting to see what's wrong with this picture. so i'm saying you've gotta break the mold. phuk your parents, phuk your grandparents, phuk the rulez, and phuk tradition. start walking your own path. turn around, and walk the other way, in many different wayz. leave them behind, leave your old life behind, and start doing something no one else haz ever done. phuk the military. phuk order. that's what i'm teaching my kidz. don't listen to authority figurez, cauze they're alwayz wrong. don't do what your grandparents did, or what they tell you to do. 'children are suppozed to be seen and not heard'. phuk that. 'don't do what i do, but what i tell you to do'. ever heard that before? that meanz they're ashamed of what they're doing, and they want you to do the same thing, but without all the mistakes they made. what they don't want you to know, though, iz, they made the same mistakes their parents made. they joined the army. they know, deep down inside, that it waz a big mistake, but they're afraid of anything else, they're afraid to do anything different. they're afraid of alot of shyt, cauze they're too dumb to see anything new, or to think for themselvez, they're scared of the people who they allow to have authority over them. and the only way to 'climb the ladder', to have less people with authority over them, iz to do what they're told by thoze people. phuk authority. phuk tradition. and phuk all theze fearful moronz. 'ooh, i better not disobey, cauze god will strike me with lightning'. if their god waz really that vengeful, this world would've been obliterated æonz ago. but it's their ancestor'z liez that keep them fearful of god. like sodom and gomorrah, or noah'z ark, all thoze storiez about god'z wrath, written by men with the dezire for authority, and the dezire to keep everyone scared, and doing what they're told. that's why religion and the military go so well together. they're both stuck on tradition. doing the same thing, generation after generation, to keep humanity from evolving. so tell your parents to go phuk themselvez, and start thinking for yourself. pave your own path, with your dreamz and hopes. give birth to an urge and dezire to do something completely different. and soon this hierarchy will crumble and fall. ' praize the lord and pass the ammunition'. 'grab your gunz and your biblez, gentlemen, and let's go kill some people who believe differently than us'. something iz terribly wrong with that way of thinking. it's not really even 'thinking', it's complete blindness and ignorance. and people believe this shyt so desperately, that they'll kill anyone who triez to change their mindz. so, we have to realize that they're hopeless, they're lost cauzez, and we just have to worry about ourselvez, and keep ourselvez alive and evolving, and teach our children to think for themselvez, and allow them to evolve. we wish that we could burn the ladder, and let everyone on the ladder fall back to reality, but, sadly, it doezn't work that way. we just have to leave them behind, and walk away.

also... i waz watching a video about machine head on youtube, and someone commented on it, and said, 'yuh fuck the emo bands!' (first of all, they can't spell for shyt, what's 'yuh'???). now, i've heard the term 'emo' before, and to my understanding, it meanz 'emotional'. uh... so... we're not suppozed to be emotional? humanz aren't suppozed to be emotional? emotionz are a bad thing? we're just suppozed to be shiny happy people? calm, complacent, docile cattle? robots without emotionz? iz that it? iz this some 'movement' the government started? since when iz being emotional a bad thing? i must have missed a meeting. i can picture all theze dumb, robotik cowardz walking around, afraid to show any emotionz, becauze they might be made phun of. if you're that scared of what people think of you, maybe you should put a gun in your mouth and become a real pussy, instead of being a fake coward all your life. what the phuk iz wrong with theze people? (i'll finish this thought later).

so, thank you for being patient with me. they can't get rid of me that eazily. i'm still alive.

update: read this artikle. it's very clear to me that the makerz of computerz are still catering to moronz that, still, and we're almost in 2010, have no clue how to uze their computerz (like when haven't they catered to moronz?). "Their wide-screen formats are also ideal for watching high-definition television and DVD movies"... well, if that's all you're doing on a computer, then you don't dezerve to have a phuking computer. if you still don't even know what the windowz explorer (not internet explorer) iz, then give your computer to someone who can really uze it. if all you're doing iz playing gamez and watching moviez, you're a moron. learn something.

in other newz: i'm still alive. i've got three poemz now that have yet to be posted, 'headwound', 'from the crevice of a broken heart', and 'silk lined hell'. when i finally post theze, you'll know that we're ok. i'm still being discouraged from going on da, but the tape on my mouth iz quickly being chewed thru. i finally replied to some comments and favz, but i still haven't even read the bad comment yet, but i intend to sometime soon, and i'll post it here. for now, though, just understand that the writer of that comment iz really that far up hiz own ass. i'm also becoming a cardcarrying member of bill hicks' ' people who hate people' party. so, pleaze, be patient with me. you'll soon see the return of the most furious mutherphuker to ever walk this planet. dimebag uzed to have a hat that said 'warhead' on it. i alwayz thought that waz very appropriate. so, i want to have someone sew that onto my beanie. god'z scizzorz are slowly cutting the stringz above me. let's just hope it's not hiz cruel joke. only the strong survive.

update: i have two more poemz to post here when the air clearz. 'dear god', and 'cauze i never cared'. if you would like to read any of theze poemz, just send me a note. if you are concerned about what's going on, note me. if you are fighting cps, or know someone who iz, note me. have a groovy day.

greetingz. welcome to the most uneventful part of . i'm the reverend. i'm a poet, and i have a shytload of good poetry you can read . i have also recently started posting my own high rezolution desktop wallpaperz. i also love to post my desktop screenshots. be aware, though, i spell deviously. thanks for viziting.



the newz: they're trying to take away my freedom of speech, and telling me that i can't write what i want to write. not only are they discriminating against me, but they're being flat out prejudice. they don't have one good reazon. i'm not going to loze what i care most about in this world, becauze some psycho nazi fascist phuk haz it out for me, cauze i have long hair, and wear black. johnny phuking cash wore black. christ had long hair. if you believe in god, then why do you pheel that you have the authority to phuk up what god created? are you really that righteous? i don't phuking think so. so shove this up your ass.

so, to thoze who watch me, i don't think i'll be saying much for a while, since i've got phuking tape over my mouth now.

anywayz, since this iz such a short journal, and since it will be up for a while, here are some good poemz of mine.

neverwhere

would you reach inside, take another'z pain
provide emotional sustenance, a gravity of pheeling
to confront that black hole, a spiral into nothingness
i'm obviously not meant to say this, cauze if i could
this planet would accomodate me, comphort me
but i'm left empty, just sitting infront of the tv
just vizit me, listen to me, and i'll tell you a story
hopeless, helpless, empty, just run away and scream
i am your phear, you cannot conceive me, you can only believe me
just give me your life, and i'll show you why i care
let me play your spine like a shivering instrument
i'm not offering my pain for your pleazure
but if you held my heart, you could pheel me
if you ate my soul, you could abzorb me
you could pheel, first hand, what i've been screaming
if you can't pay me, then you can't play me
play my backbone like a xylophone
bring my pain out of me like the muzik we hear
pressure your strength, dig like a man
beat your drumz with your hearts in your fists
it's not a show till you bleed all over the stage
(i don't regret it, i just don't get it)
you tell me your life iz worthless without me
so phuking reach out and touch me
let the great sun have the last word
just stand there, playing your muzik for the rayne
---

internalized

i've been internalized and desensitized
gone where everything diez
i've been kicked out and forced down
read between the liez
but all i can do iz internalize myself
desensitize myself, and force it all down inside me
force myself down, beneath it all
and the stench of self pity iz drowning me, killing me
but all i can do iz force myself to stop caring
to grow numb to all that waz special to me
stop thinking, stop seeking the truth
build an army and destroy it all
if only just for me
with this grey god of yourz
high above me, suffocating me
with this grey sky of yourz
all around me, suffocating me
i wish i could split myself in two
if it would help get rid of you
standing in the rayne, on a jupiter moon
wondering why everything seemz so blue
i'm lost. i'm coming home.
---

legal drugz kill

unheard in all the hearingz
overflowing with pheelingz
something inside me wants to take a chance
i never wanted to see them die
until i heard the greatest lie
something inside me wants to make a stand
the energy iz overwhelming
carry me to the homecoming

there'z a pill to make you better
there'z a pill to make you worse
there'z a pill for phuking everything
which pill will put you in a hearse

all theze drugz giving me synthætik head
one of theze dayz i'll wake up dead

i can give you a pill, but i can't fix your head
i can give you legal drugz, but i can't give you hugz
i can't love you, i just want you to think like everyone else
i can't help you, but i can give you what sellz

they've got a pill for everything
but they outlaw pot and mushroomz
they've got drugz for everyone
and people filling up hospital roomz

give me a pill for this synthætik head
i don't phuking trust you, alive, or dead
pot's the only thing that clearz my head
but you'll deny that till you're dead

get me off theze pillz and out of this psych ward
give me some acid to get rid of you
i'm the king with the bloody sword
and i know what you're trying to do
you just want to numb the world
so they'll all listen to you
the time for the new hitler will unfurl

what givez you the right to numb me, blind me, dumb me, kindly
shut up and take your pillz
we don't want to hear what you have to say
we don't care to which gød you pray
all we care to know iz that your god iz wrong, cauze you're insane

give me your drugz
take me away
i just don't care
theze gamez you play
give me my pot
my mushroomz
my acid, my lsd
my dmt, my peyote
my ayahuasca to see clearly
god'z 3volution acceleratorz
the 3arth's little 3ye openerz

shut up and take your pillz
we don't care what you say
theze drugz will treat your illz
but az for a cure... just pray

all the pretty girlz, you'll never meet
they just sit you in the retard seat
with the dunce dance party hat on
laffing az they sing you a song
comparing you to insane people
who watch murder showz on tv
they just stick you in a hospital
shove drugz down your throat
call you namez, cauze you're a weirdo
too weird for their society, their 'norm'
your hair'z too long, you'll never conform
so they just write you off, az a lost cauze
force you to lie to them, and break their lawz
so they can really phuk your life up good

rock me to sleep, cry me to sleep
hold my hand, while i weep
just don't leave me

they don't care
i don't know where i am
just take me home
tell me everything will be alright

i can't take anymore of this synthætik head
my only wish, to wake up dead
if i only knew, it's just a game
then one day, i'd wake up sane
just don't worry, my child
soon, they'll all know what it's like

timez change, but i'm still just az strange
i evolve, but everyday, there'z a new problem to solve
some may say i've given myself away
you must understand, there iz no other way

shamefully addicted me
cloze my 3yez, and learn to see
give me free, or give me dumb
just don't give me poverty

pleaze, god, listen to me
i want you to see what i see
i just want to live and die
behold the mysteriez in my 3ye
get me out of here, take me home
get my alien ancestorz on the phone
help me to try and change this world
help us 3volve, so we can learn again
we need to wake up and live again
give us the ability to wake up and realize
that everything they told us waz all liez
so bring me the poor, az i take from the rich
and we'll see them disappear in their system'z glitch
---

update: my grandmother callz it 'filthy language'. bullshyt. it's adult language. i'm an adult. i can uze that language all i want. people who have something to say, uze that language, cauze it helps get the point across. when i waz in skool, and getting picked on, if i said 'buzz off, lozer', i would still be getting picked on. but instead, i said ' phuk off, asshole', and look at me now. more than capable of defending myself properly. and why do they call it 'strong language'? doez that mean all other language iz weak? yeah, that would be my concluzion. the first amendment didn't have any fine print on it. it didn't say, 'you can say whatever you want, az long az you don't uze strong language'. so stick your fist in the air with me, and say 'freedom of phuking speech'! spæk.

update: well, it looks like skinner iz no longer on da. that's depressing, but not az depressing az the fact that he will never skin again. this world haz gone to hell, and i'm the only one still here. i'm so syck of watching everything fall apart. people just don't give a phuk anymore. so why do i still care? i don't really know.

update: god, i phuking hate that guy with the BLARING MONOTONE VOICE THAT NEVER PHUKING SHUTS UP, THE POWER OF OXYCLEAN! god, he obviously never heard about the power of silence. christ, i'm glad he'z phuking dead. but they'll keep showing hiz commercialz for the next eighty phuking yearz nonstop. yelling at you to sell you a product when you're trying to phuking sleep. mutherphuker should be whispering at phuking four am. goddamnit. at least some of the stupid people are starting to die finally. they kill off john lennon, then they kill off bill hicks, and now, finally, that stupid oxyclean mutherphuker diez. good phuking riddence. now just kill hiz commercialz, and we'll all sleep a little better. phuk, man. i couldn't yell like that if you paid me. and apparently, they paid him to do that. what a phuking lozer. shut the phuk up and let me sleep, man. shyt. that's marketing and advertizing for you, 'let's scream at the top of our lungz and wake theze old people up, so they'll buy our product at four am'. if you're in marketing and advertizing, kill yourself. do us all a favour. rid the world of your evil phuking prezence. the power of shut the phuk up already. and what a phuking way to die, too. phigurez, a guy who couldn't lower hiz voice, would die from something stupid like a suitcase falling on hiz head.

update: i phuking hate gamez. video gamez and mind gamez. she'll find the dumbest game she could possibly find, and she'll sit there and play it for fifteen hourz straight, while you're sitting there waiting, wanting to talk to her. and the game iz alwayz so much more important than the person sitting there, waiting to talk to you. i phuking hate that about people. they alwayz get so immersed into whatever media addiction they're into, that they completely ignore you, cauze the game iz so much more important than you are. the tv show iz so much more important than you are. and it's alwayz the dumbest game or tv show ever in the history of humanity. and she watchez that phuking reality tv bullshyt. i cannot phuking stand that shyt. junk food for the brain. it's making people retarded, and they don't care, they just eat it up. it's like some tv executive iz sitting there, saying 'how can we make people retarded, what could we come up with that would kill brainz faster than crack'. and some retarded moron sayz 'reality showz. let's make a show about absolutely nuthing, and interview people getting pissed at eachother over nuthing, and put az much drama in it az possible, and dumb people will get addicted to it', and then they give this moron fifty million dollarz for hiz idea. what the phuk? why iz humanity getting dumber and dumber? i thought we were stuppozed to be evolving, but we're going backwardz. it makes no sense to me. the media iz killing our mindz, in an age when thinkerz should be a dime a dozen, and thinkerz are so phuking rare, that it's hard to find one. and all the thinkerz out there are killing themselvez, cauze they see some phuking reality show, and pheel themselvez lozing braincellz, and they put a knife to their wrists, in hopes of getting it to stop. we're killing our thinkerz, and making more stupid showz. this world iz dying quicker than our collective braincellz. bill hicks iz dead, and we can't get theze lozerz off our tvz? god, save me.

greetingz. welcome to the most uneventful part of . i'm the reverend. i'm a poet, and i have a shytload of good poetry you can read . i have also recently started posting my own high rezolution desktop wallpaperz. i also love to post my desktop screenshots. be aware, though, i spell deviously. thanks for viziting.



the newz: this journal haz been temporarily removed becauze fascist nazi scumbagz are misinterpreting everything i say, and getting all bent out of shape. i guess i had more hope for this world then i should have. but i'm surrounded by phuking moronz. all they have to hold against me iz something i wrote. that's it. izn't that really phuking pathetik? sure, misunderstand this. psycho.

greetingz. welcome to the most uneventful part of . i'm the reverend. i'm a poet, and i have a shytload of good poetry you can read . i have also recently started posting my own high rezolution desktop wallpaperz. i also love to post my desktop screenshots. be aware, though, i spell deviously. thanks for viziting.



the newz: the god of angry haz mellowed out. i waz reading on devin townzend'z myspace page, where he waz talking about hiz new album, and saying that he quit all drugz, cauze the drugz were making him angry and depressed, and i thought, but that's what i liked best about him. strapping young lad'z city album waz the best phukin album ever, cauze that's when he waz most pissed off. 'if you don't think drugz have done anything pozitive for us, do me a favour, go home and take all your albumz, and burn them. cauze you know what, the muzicianz who made all that great muzik that's enhanced your livez throughout the yearz? rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreal phukin high on drugz' -bill hicks. so, he'z sober now, and making mellower, happier muzik, which i still wanna hear, cauze it's devin phukin townzend, but i can already guarantee you i'm not going to like it az much az love city and ocean machine. and then i got to thinking, uh... i'm sober right now, and i'm still pissed off. cauze people are phukin with me all the time. and that's when i realized, it's not the drugz that's pissing us off, it's asshole people that are pissing us off. when devin made city, he waz really phukin pissed off, and in one of thoze songz, he even sayz, ' phuk your bullshyt amerika'. yeah, man, that's the shyt. i want more of that. do some more drugz, slam some heroin, get involved with cps, and write some really awesome shyt. do a bunch of coke, and make the fastest album anyone'z ever heard. that's what i want, man. there'z enuph happy crappy phukin muzik out there, what we need iz more anger. anger iz a gift. phuk the shiny happy people, they're the onez making our livez hell. i still want another city album, even though, it's official, strapping young lad iz no more. that's a phukin tragedy, man, cauze that waz the heaviest phukin band ever. phukin gene waz king of the drumz, devin and jed phuked thoze guitarz up, and byron abuzed hiz bass like a madman. it's hard to find metal that aggressive, believe it or not. good metal, anywayz. pantera'z dead, fear factory iz buzy playing phukin video gamez, and there'z alot of metal out there, that although aggressive, phukin sucks. and now that the crowd of heavy people are lozing devin, i think it's almost time for 'the speed of mind'. that's right, no band name, just an album name. and on the cover, a digital landscape with a big planet in the sky, and me, levitating, with my armz raized a little, and light coming out of my handz and mouth. phuk you, phuk amerika, and phuk the critiks. by the way, i've alwayz wanted to write a song about critiks and what lozerz they are, cauze they have no talent, and can't write kick ass muzik like we can, so they just write about it, and say that every good album sucks, well phuk them. so i'm gonna try to write a song called 'critique this'. i also had a thought last night, about writing a song called 'nozez high', about stuck up, greedy assholez, prejudice cocksmoker twatwaffle fagmaggots, who think poor people are not az good az them, cauze they think we're stupid piecez of shyt, cauze we didn't go to phuking harvard, and don't drive a phuking cadillac, so we're not az good az them... phuk them. yeah, that's right, who wants more anger?!. phuk you, phuk them, phuk everyone, some of us are 3volving, and we really don't give a phuk about the rest of you assholez. 'all of you assholez can stay rotting here, i do not care, i will not be there. i have got to save myself, and don't tell me there'z no one else. and all you are iz all you are. i'm so sorry for you, so sorry. so all hail the new flesh, cauze it suits me fine', -devin townzend, strapping young phuking lad, city. in fact, you don't really get that unless you hear the whole song, or, really, the whole album. so, for educational purposez, here'z 'all hail the new flesh'...

strapping young lad, velvet kevorkian

HEY!!! can you believe this shyt, people?
all i need iz this city in this mind, and i will get by
phuk sleep, phuk all of you
but we can never look back
becauze we'll never get a second chance
i like people who can take the pressure
are you listening? are you? phuk yeah!
our new time haz come, ladiez and gentlemen, boyz and girlz
welcome the phuk home!!!

all hail the new flesh

hey man, i'm gonna phuk this shyt up
no phear, no compromize, i want it all
i will never be afraid, and i'll die for what i believe
all of you assholez can stay rotting here
i do not care, i will not be there
i have got to save myself
and don't tell me there'z no one else
and all you are iz all you are
i'm so sorry for you, so sorry
so all hail the new flesh
cauze it suits me fine
just get away, you mutherphuk
and we'll be back if you come
for what this meanz to me, you piece of shyt
i'll see you pigz in hell
i just know everything'z gonna be ok

there, doezn't that get some shyt out of the old pipes? that's from the city album, and if you could only hear the muzik along with thoze lyriks, once you go insane, you never go back. this album can do so much more than just make you raize your fist in the air, it can get you up out of your chair, shake you awake, and break your phuking neck. this mutherphuker can make you levitate. it's the most empowering album i know of, and i'm a connoisseur of good metal. after listening to this album, you don't just need a cigarette to calm down, you need an overdose of heroin. this album iz the cure for crack addiction. once you hear this, crack just doezn't cut it anymore. too bad more people don't listen to this, since this town iz infested with phuking crackhead, scumbag lozerz, rotting their brainz with that shyt.

anywayz, without going off on a rant... yeah... reading that devin sobered up, and iz making happy crappy muzik... phuking quiting all drugz? are you nutty? so when i realized that i'm sober, and i'm still pissed off, it made me think. the world needz more good, angry metal, that's empowering. not just some meaningless bullshyt, that the record companiez are trying to fill the shelvez with. the world needz another 'city'. and if devin'z not gonna make it, then that meanz i have to. i daydream pretty much everyday about making 'the speed of mind'. take city up a few levelz. better lyriks, faster muzik, more anger, more rage, less limits... hey, man, i'm gonna phuk this shyt up. no phear, no compromize, i want it all. who'z with me?

'the speed of mind' iz inspired mostly by 'city' and pantera'z 'the great southern trendkill', and tool'z 'ænima', but iz way more evolved, more aggressive, faster, heavier, angrier. 'metamorphosis' iz an odd mix of machine head and mouth muzik. 'alienated' iz even more 'city', and goez in a slightly different direction than 'the speed of mind'. 'infinityblue' iz mellow, heavy, and layered, like ocean machine. and 'tearz in the rayne' iz mellow, but still heavy, and slow, and i can't really think of anything to compare it to, or to help describe it. it's pretty unuzual.

and there'z an interview, where devin sayz, 'we're all grown men, standing on a stage, flipping out, and going 'grrrrrrrr, roar, roar, roar'. yeah, but devin, that's what we like. if we didn't like it, or thought it waz immature like you do, then so many of us wouldn't be doing it for a living. and you were one of the best. how can you disregard all the hard work we've put into making this metal scene what it iz, when you were one of the best? i know you like to evolve faster than most muzicianz out there, but give us a little... wrath. or something. metal will never die. it will only evolve. look at how far we've come since black sabbath. there'z alot of people who make a good living on being angry. you can't deny that. this world needz more anger, to help battle all theze phukin retarded rich people, and the governments, and the religionz, and all the phuking moronz out there. metal iz the only vehikle that can accomplish that. but if we all start making happy crappy muzik, and selling out like metallika, just to sell more albumz, and appeal to a different crowd, the metal scene will thin out quicker than your hair did, man. we need more people in the anger department. don't abandon a scene you helped create. just becauze we don't evolve az fast az you, doezn't mean we don't evolve. we still like 'city', and we still want more. happy muzik will only take you so far, and i'm sure you'll learn that soon enuph. honestly, i don't know of anything that makes me happier, than listening to something i can scream to, and move to, and rock to, there'z a huge sense of exhileration in that, and people need that in their livez. what makes you happier than banging around to something angry?

so, i told my good friend andy, a little while ago, that i am going to start trying to work on a demo of 'aquarius', and maybe even 'set it off', to get him on board. and now, i'm saying it here. 'the speed of mind' iz slowly in the works. it will take me forever, but i'm pheeling a prezence in the force, that's telling me... 'it's time'. all hail the new flesh.

and, i'd just like to take this opportunity, to say, phuk michael phukin jackhole jackson. i'm syck of all theze people saying how cool he waz. he waz a phuking pervert! a phuking child molester! and hiz muzik phuking sucked goatcock. i hate how blind people are, that they had TWO... not one, but TWO court casez where children said they were molested. TWO! what more phuking evidence do you need? i am so phuking syck of people ignoring evidence, like theze religious people ignoring all the evidence that we're evolving. that's how blind they are. and even after thoze two casez, people STILL let their children stay at hiz house? i would be suprized at that, except for the fact, that if you go to that stupid pervert website, and type in your address to see where all the perverts live in your neighborhood, the phukin screen lights up like phukin new york city on the fourth of july. 'bloop, bloop, bloop, bloop, bloop, bloop, bloop, bloop, bloop, bloop, bloop, bloop, bloop, bloop, bloop, bloop, bloop'... i get it, all the people letting their kidz sleep over at michael jackson'z house, are child molesterz themselvez. think about it. but people won't phuking think. 'oh, but he made such good muzik, maybe we should forgive him', phuk him! he waz a phuking pozer who called 'grabbing my crotch' a phuking dance move. are you insane? he'z a pervert, he'z dead, gooooood! i just phelt the world get a little lighter. in my head, a saw a child smile, how sweet. he waz ballless, soulless, wannabe white man who couldn't keep hiz cock in hiz pants. only in amerika, could a black kid from the ghetto, grow up to be a rich white man. and what do rich white men like to do? take a wild phuking guess. and me being a person who haz kidz... nope, sorry. phuk michael jackson. one down, three million to go.

and one last thing, while i'm on the subject of muzik. that phuking green day commercial on tv? and that phuking u2 commercial on tv? get that phuking pussy bullshyt off my phuking tv!!! put a phuking machine head commercial on there! assmaggots.

'i say, let's evolve. let the chips fall where they may' -tyler durden.
'i know the rulez, but they do not know me' -eddie vedder.

update: ok, so there'z this girl, another new pop sensation, taylor swift. yeah, real phukin swift, right? another phukin brittney phukin spearz, like we really phukin need another one. so mom saw this commercial about her, and someone said something like, 'if you go to her concerts, you could help the economy'. what? doez that make any phuking sense at all? so it's quite obvious that the government's pushing her thru their loyal media box, and right down our throats. selling another sellout. so, i just saw a commercial, where she sayz, 'if all my exboyfriendz were sitting in a room, listening to my album, they would all be able to phigure out which song iz about them'. oh, god. could you be any more conscious? what the phuk boring, repetative kind of shyt iz this? 'oh, well, one boyfriend did this, and another boyfriend did that'... what a phuking retarded slut. yeah, we really phuking care what all your exboyfriendz did, you phukin brainless numbtwat. get a phuking life. don't be such a government puppet. i phigure that's why they killed michael phukin jackson too, so they could fill the tv channelz with all this shyt, and take our mindz off the fact that obama iz another phuking clone trying to phuk this world up more. and right after michael jackson died, i went on amazon, and on every page, there waz a section that said 'top sellerz', and it's all phuking michael jackson shyt. like everyone thinks, 'oh, now that he'z dead, i should go out and buy all hiz phuking albumz and shyt'. what the phuk are theze people thinking? i take that az proof that the government's behind all this media bullshyt. they killed michael jackson (even though i'm glad he'z dead. i bet all the children are glad he'z dead too), and they found this teenage bubblegum addict, and gave her a record deal, and they're doing everything they can to push this bullshyt thru the media, to distract us from what's really going on. i need a headache pill. or, on second thought (which most people obviously don't have), i need some pot, or some lsd. squeegee my Th3rd 3ye again. phuk theze stupid twatknockerz, man. someone needz to say that, by the way. this world might wake up a little faster if we all turned off the tv, and read a book.

greetingz. welcome to the most uneventful part of . i'm the reverend. i'm a poet, and i have a shytload of good poetry you can read . i have also recently started posting my own high rezolution desktop wallpaperz. i also love to post my desktop screenshots. be aware, though, i spell deviously. thanks for viziting.



the newz: this iz just a short journal, for now, so i can complain about stupid people. read the whole thing before you get offended.

a little while ago, i got three callz. the first one waz from 'unavailable'. so i answered it, hello. hello. and they hung up. a few secondz later, they call back, and this time from a number. hello. hello. hello. finally some mexican dude comez on, speaking spanish. now, why doez it alwayz take them half an hour to answer the phone? they pick up the phone, they dial a number, and then they just toss the phone around the room for half an hour, till someone decidez to answer it. what the phuk? so i say 'who iz this'. and they keep speaking spanish, like they have no clue that i'm speaking english, or that they could possibly have the wrong number. phukin duh. so i say, you've got the wrong phuking number! and i hang up. a few secondz later, my phone ringz again. hello. hello. hello. this time, they put their stupid kid on the phone. you're got the wrong phuking number! and i hang up. phuking moronz. now, people who know me, know that i don't hate any particular race, i hate everyone. i'm not prejudice. i mean, shyt, there'z a ton of white people that i hate. i hate everyone. especially stupid people. there are intelligent mexican people out there, there are intelligent black people out there, and on and on. but i alwayz encounter the dumbest moronz walking the planet. and they alwayz seem to get my phone number, and it alwayz endz up like this. they keep speaking spanish, completely unaware of the fact that i'm speaking english, and that they have the wrong number. theze people have no idea how to uze a phone. this iz the year two thouzand phuking nine. wake the phuk up, already. they pick the phone up, they know that much. they dial a number, not knowing what numberz they're pressing on the phone, and they get me. i say hello, numerous timez, and they're just shoving the phone up their ass for an hour, till they remember, 'oh yeah, i just dialed a number, i wonder who it could be. oh, it soundz like they're speaking english. you sure this izn't pablo? iz pablo there? can i talk to pab...' wrong phuking number, asshole!!! phigure it out!!! habla phuking engles, dipshyt. it's a phone! the person on the other end izn't speaking your language! hang up the phuking phone, and try again! and this time, dial a different phuking number! redial izn't going to magikally get pablo at a house he izn't at! the phone izn't a magik lamp with a phuking genie operator inside it! what the phuk iz wrong with you??? goddamnit, man.

update: i thought you might get a kick out of this. i got this message on myspace, and just replied to it, and i thought i would post it here for the phuk of it.

----------------- Original Message -----------------
From: ♦♥Angel ◘f Death♥♦
To: The Reverend
Date: Jul 7, 2009 4:27 PM
Subject: Hi there!

Um, I guess I should let you know that I'm not really interested in dating you.....but, like if you wanna be friends thats cool.... I'm kinda into big manly biker guys who like big trucks and work hard! Fighters!!!!! Ima kinda a tom boy and need my man to be VERY manly! Like big tough dudes that can be tough.....I don't really know you too well but it seems to me a guy that likes kittys and little cars, and is bi- and calls himself a female is not my type.... I don't judge like I have plenty of friends that are all differant types but, as far as turning me on....I just can't do it. Sorry.... I really like talking to you... and I'm really not into poetry... I actually hate reading it.... I'm sorry.....well except for Jim Morrison....

my response...

uh... maybe i should explain a few things. first of all, i'm not interested in dating anyone just yet. i just broke up with the mother of my children, because she really hurt me. being friends is fine. i started talking to you because you like metal, and it's hard to find anyone in this town to even talk to, let alone date.

secondly, what does liking cats and cars have to do with being 'manly'? you'd be suprized at how manly i am. and i answered 'bi' on myspace as a joke, cause that page was originally for me and my girlfriend both. i'm about as straight as they come. and, by the way, i just changed that, because i haven't been on myspace in ages. and i answer female on websites to acknowledge my poetic inspiration, my muse, my anima. that doesn't make me any less 'manly'. no, i'm not a musclebound biker, and i don't like trucks, but i don't think that defines a man. if that's what you like about men, then i'm sorry i don't meet your standards, but if you didn't hold your standards so specifically high, you might be suprized at who you'd meet. you say you don't judge, but that sounds quite judgemental to me. you should put all that information on your page, by the way.

if you're only concerned about who can turn you on, then i'm sorry... my ex turned out to be a sex addict, and was only concerned with her own sexual pleasure, and nothing and no one else, not even her own children. it took me a while to forget about her, and the image of her blowing a crackhead. i don't want to be around anyone like that ever again.

and lastly, i seem to only encounter people who hate poetry, or don't even like to read anything at all. i'm really starting to wonder what i'm doing in this world. how can a writer exist in an illiterate world, i don't get it. if you actually read some of my poetry, you might think otherwise. i'm not your average writer. i'm a thinker. i'm a very deep person. i'm a fluke, an anomaly, people like me are rare. ' people will read again' -vanilla sky.

the reason i'm explaining these things, is because i like to keep a good, thick layer of mystery around me, especially on the internet. but you obviously took everything literally, so i think i need to clear things up. i'm not good at meeting people, or making friends, or anything like that. one of the reasons, is because i always get cut down and insulted, and it makes me think twice about putting myself out there and meeting new people. people don't like me. i intimidate them, because of how intelligent i am. i start talking about evolution, and they grab a beer and walk away. can you imagine how that feels? to clarify, my friend andy and i have always been extremely antisocial, but i had more hope, so i put myself out there, and made myself look like a social butterfly compared to him, only to discover what he already knew. people suck. if you feel the same way, then maybe we have something in common, and can build a friendship on that. who knows.

if, after reading all this, you'd still like to talk, then i'd love to hear from you. if not, well, then thanks for listening, and take care.

now, doez that sound phuked up to anyone else? she likes manly men. what, doez she think i'm a phukin fairy sprinkling dust everywhere? just becauze i write poetry? and like cats? what the phuk?

'there'z a new party being born, the people who hate people party. people who hate people, come together. no. we're kinda having trouble getting off the boardz, but you know... are you gonna be there? yeah. then i ain't phukin coming. but you're our strongest member. phuk you. that's what i'm talking about, you asshole. phuk off. damn, we almost had a meeting going'. -bill hicks.

a response from heather: Hahaha you pwnd her, wtf motorbikes and trucks do not make someone manly- a real man would show his emotions therefore by writing you are already more a man than and cock head biker who thinks he's hard- wearing tight leather may i add! people are so vain its actually ridiculous and how can you hate reading poetry? maybe if she read some she might find a style that she likes- I dont understand unintelligent people. haha Go on Ozz you kicked her in the hypothetical anus!

update: i saw a screenshot, and asked the guy if he had seen any of mine. first, iz hiz response, and the last part iz what i sent to skinner...

(me) have you seen any of my screenshots?

(badboythemer) I have now and umm imo many of those visual styles are scary lol, terrible over use of beveling in the design, and bad use of colors, very amateur skins. But your layout of your desktop is fine, clean and easy to navigate, i like the clock widget in the bottom right corner.

can you believe this asshole? he actually called your skinz 'scary'??? what a pussy. what the phuk iz wrong with him? if you're into personalizing your desktop with vizualstylez, don't you think you'd be into colourz? and three dimensional shyt? i bet this asshole uzez flat, two dimensional piecez of cheap shyt, and there'z no point in uzing vizualstylez if that's all you're into. overuse of beveling? huh? that's a good part of what i love about your skinz, and the texturez. and bad use of colourz? dude, you actually uzed colourz. every other vizualstyle i ever found when i searched for them, waz grey, and silver, and black and white. no colour. how phuking boring. that's why i only uze your stylez, i couldn't stand any of thoze boring, plain, colourless, flat, square startmenu piecez of shyt. i love your unuzual startmenuz, like xoddx, and moonbuggy, plastika, abraxis, thoze were some creative dezignz, and the tranzparenciez were awesome. this guy iz a jackass. he thinks he'z a critik, or a professional, and thinks you were an amateur, what a phukin wannabe. he doezn't know shyt about vizualstylez. i still think you were the most creative, innovative skinner there ever waz, and i love your skinz. i know they're your skinz, but i actually took offense to that comment, since, apparently, i'm the only one in the world that still uzez your skinz, and, in fact, i uze nuthing but. what a jackass.



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