"When accidentally cutting your finger or your hand, cover with a generous amount of black pepper. Contrary to ones thinking this will not burn, instead the pepper stops the bleeding, is most healing, takes out the soreness also forms a crust over the cut to keep out infection."

In theory:

A mixture of bleach and vinegar can make chlorine gas.

Also this;

fucking amazing.

She got me a cake... ♥

"This is the day of silence

Not just an ordinary day

Corpses slashed and sliced

Lying naked in the way

Streets soaked red in blood

Three bodies twitching on the floor

Knee-deep sticky flood

Oozing into houses through open doors

-

Worse and sicker than warfare

Walks a man the streets today

Replacing reality with nightmares

Cutting up everything in his way

Women and children chopped to pieces

Dismembered men swinging on hooks

Intestines rotting in human faeces

Dead dried up eyes exchanging looks

-

Concrete houses echo in lonesome laughter

In the centre of surrounding slaughter

Causing the living's eyes to water

Hunting down civilians is all that matters

For this is the day of Jasper

He received no presents from his friends

Anger and rage crushing his temper

Making him cut his comrades to painful death

-

Jasper, Happy birthday you motherfucker

Right before you became postal

You forgot to look under the bed you sucker

Because of you there is no more Bristol

Fortunately it was just a daydream

And the sky is free from silent screams

Let the warm sunshine beams

Warm your skin and heart again

for today is your birthday" - Vig.

If I don't get laid soon I may end up ripping my own eyes out.

I want something good to die for to make it beautiful to live.

If there's any benefit from smoking, it's that you could end up with a voice like this.

She's thick in the breast and thighs, and a voice like sex.. Mmm..

♪ Sweethead - The Great Disruptors

So agitated. So frustrated. So fucking angry.

"Sometimes you break a finger on the upper hand, I think you've got me confused with a better man."

"This is a poem celebrating the realization that poems aren't going to change anything and im still writing anyways, but they aint gonna change this mean, crazy fucked up and down world of shit and more shit. Now, on the brighter side of the landscape we have of course the prospect that this poem will become an active member of the curriculum of 8th grade English classes and when the teacher says my name everyone will smile real pretty and say that I was a good guy. Man I could change this world if these assholes gave me the chance, everything starts out small see, but I ain't gonna stay small, like if your reading this here piece of shit, now I'm making progress ain't I? And even if you decide wipe your ass with this work of art, man I'm glad to be of service, that's why I'm here. Look, the poet uses words like you use spit or vasoline or crisco, so I rub these words on a page and you slowly take them in. It's quite literally getting fucked by letters, the vowels and the smaller shafted consonants are fairly easy to take even for the more tight-assed amongst you while other bigger, wider, consonants require in some cases the use of drugs and poppers. Feelin' it inside yet, huh? Its hot, wet, sloppy, slimy, scummy, suckable, poem slipped into a prophylactic with a french tickler made of razorblades being jammed up your asshole, and you stop fighting, and were almost enjoying it until this madman decided to piss up your ass and you began to taste it and it came out your mouth and then he started kissing you settin up a cycle to keep it flowing forever and ever and ever and ever.

The poet fucking the reader, the poet pissing in readers mouth, kissing and drinking his own words. He gets more turned on, you get harder and the scene gets wilder for those still horny for more. The poet is rapist looking to get into something will hurt you if necessary so just cooperate and you'll be better off. I want you to look at this fucking poem,

look at it, look at it again real long, now go ahead and relax and see how easy it is the second time. Go ahead, I told you, I'm glad to be of service...Forever and ever and ever "

"Sweet, soft and low, I will poison you all. Come closer, racing to your tongue.."

"And for as much as I complain I'm lovin' it, and I only mention it so that I can rub it in."

"No importa que se lleva, porque todo se quitara."

Dear all women,

Why can I not find a single one of you who can drink without ending up in tears or some other mess? And don't use alcohol as an excuse to have sex with random people, have a bit of dignity.

Lots of love, Jasper.

"I got an idea, you should get a tattoo that says warning. That's all, just a warning."

I think I'll just delete all the drunk shite I posted on this last night..

I never held a funeral for that big part of me that died.

Spent the last four hours passed out on a bathroom floor ^^, but managed to sort out a friendship kind of. Good times! ^___^ Still feel really sick.. :x

"I hope that I live to see you undress"

"If you miss chicks when they're around, the phrase "Let's quit" isn't an option"

"A question that sometimes drives me hazy: am I or are the others crazy?"

- Albert Einstein

This:

I need something... New...

Who are you trying to convince here? Me? Or yourself?

Dude, just tell me. I know you still like her. Just because me and her don't get a long doesn't mean you can't be honest with me.

Now that's a freakin' knife.

Fuck it, I've drank quite a bit and this shit is oozing out of me (Sounds tasty right?). I could be here all night. That's what I love about alcohol it just lets conversation slide and where ever it ends up I just pick it back up again. You know what else? Daft Punk is the shit.

Fucking, awesome.

Just fucking, awesome.

"Don't start assuming until you've learned that most of the time I am WRONG".

What a good night. Introduced my friend Tom to some people I met from Charly's party. Aha. You guys just don't understand. Never will. But I hope one day you all will.

I need to get drunk, like really drunk.

And get me some action whilst I'm at it.

" Now, a question of etiquette - as I pass, do I give you the ass or the crotch? "

A Poor Preformance

Why is it when it gets to 5-6 o'clock in the morning there is nothing to do? I need ideas.

"We are neither transparent as the infant nor perfectly

disguised. We can lie or be truthful, spot deceit or miss it,

be misled or know the truth. We have a choice; that is our

nature." - P. Ekman

You want to know just how long you can hide from what you are? It's not very long..

"Woke up to that familiar feeling,

Starin' at an unfamiliar ceiling.
Still got your jeans on, but you're topless,

Headache and the stomach feels nauseous.
Grab your shirt off the bedroom floor,
And try to recollect the night before.."

Things are getting awfully deep, so awfully deep I can't get no sleep.

"And how can you possibly know that I have told a lie?"

"Lies, my dear boy, are found out immediately, because they are of

two sorts. There are lies that have short legs, and lies that have long noses.

Your lie, as it happens, is one of those that have a long nose."—Pinocchio,

1892

I'm sort of lost for words, they're all there swirling around in my head but they make sense. But there's something different about her, something I quite can't place my finger on..

I think that I need some working on, so work on me.

I don't think anything is getting through, so get to me.

Why is it that the hardest advice to accept is your own?

Life is to short. I want to learn it all, every profession, every science, every way of thinking. I have a thirst for knowledge that I must fill..

Just finished reading Confessions Of An Economic Hitman. A good read. Taught my a lot about politics and economics.

It also brings up the "Prophecy of the Condor and Eagle". It's believe that the Condor's follow their hearts, where the Eagle follows their brains. Do you seek happiness? Or do you seek truth?

"Though an astronomer can calculate the orbit of a planet or comet or even a meteor, although a physicist can deal with the structure of atoms, and a chemist with their possible combinations, neither a biologist nor any scientific man can calculate the orbit of a common fly." - Sir Oliver Lodge

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH :/

I would like to fulfil her dreams..

Damn it, she's amazing.

Wise men say "It looks like rain today."

Decisions.. Decisions..
Do I take the risk and potentially fuck things up?
Do I wait? Although I've been waiting for ages and haven't gotten anywhere.
Or throw it all away for 5 minutes happiness and in the end be left with nothing?
But I'm not going to be the one to decide..

I knew it.
I simply knew it.
Fucked it up a little.
But I was right.

They say it's not that bad, it fucks you up good but it's not that bad.

Christopher Daniel Gay

An extraordinary man, the "Little Houdini".

Mr. "Save The World" spare us the details, save the females from losing interest.

"No matter how much you want to dye your hair blonde and put fake eyes in, or follow an anorexic standard of beauty, or no matter how many diamonds you buy from people who exploit your own brutally to get them, no matter what kind of car you drive or what kind of fancy clothes you put on, you will never be them. They're always gonna look at you as nothing but a little monkey. I'd rather be proud of what I am, rather than desperately trying to be something I'm really not, just to fit in. And whether we want to accept it or not, that's what this culture or lack of culture is feeding us." - Immortal Technique.

They say the truth hurts. You'd have to be a fool to let the truth hurt you. Truth shouldn't be judged with emotion. The truth is what is. It's impossible to change the truth. The truth should be accepted regardless of what emotion you may feel towards it. The truth can be hardest thing you may ever want to accept but accept it you must.

But the truth is, there is no truth.

Why I don't like writing is because someone else has said it, but in a better way and with a backing track. Words are better in songs.

♪ Best Of Times

Sacrifice

What are you really willing to give up? Are you willing to give up everything? Everything you own? Everything that makes you happy? Everything you could ever want? Are you willing to give up all for only peace of mind? Are you willing to give up everything unselfishly, without regrets, without a second thought, without question? Would you give it all up for someone else?

If you snoop around long enough for something in particular you're guarateed to find it, for better or worse that's how I learned it's best to just keep some things private.

"The one that I'm with thinks sex is a beautiful thing
She thinks I'm something special
She's my specialist
More beautiful than sex
Cause only something like sex
Makes something so lovely turn ugly and fuck up shit"

Effeciency

It's all about being effecient, and I always try especially if I'm heading there. I even try to place my feet in specific efficient locations when I walk. Perhaps I'm just nuts?

My Problem..

I'm not sure why I made this blog. I find it incredibly difficult to put into words what I think. The amount of times I've been sat here stuck on how to write anything. But I guess if practice makes perfect then I should try none the less. I don't seen to talk much in public, and when I do it's never about me. Although me talking less allows me to listen more, I don't learn anything from me talking but I do when others are. I think you should all shut up and listen.

The "uncomfortable silence" - I don't see how people find silence so uncomfortable. Is everyone so engrossed in the noises of the world that silence is disturbing? Only 30% of communication is through speech so why do people feel it's nescessary to fill silence especially if the subject of conversation is of no interest? Silence is better than small talk. No I don't care about the weather nor what you did five seconds ago when my precious time could be used for something constructive. With all your blah blah.

"Don't speak another sentence to me, ever mention me.
I don't exist, convince yourself you invented me"

That took me way to long to write..

Bahh

I feel so shitty right now, so unmotivated, no aims no nothing. It's hard finding an excuse to wake up anymore. I'm losing sleep too. A lot of it. I find myself awake til the early hours of the morning. I'm getting sick of it all. There's nothing that seems to brighten up my days anymore and I don't know what to do..

Time for a refit, a rejiggle.

Starting a fresh. Sparkly new.

What is wrong with people? Or what is right? Everyday my faith in humanity seems to do me wrong. People are liars, cheats, inconsiderate, nosey and just rude. The more I seem to be around them the less I like them. Of course, there are exceptions - like five of them. It feels I have to start putting plans to action.