Death is a blessing


The sunrise takes hold of my eyes.
No longer more is life prioritized.
The reallity of existence no more,
as my imperfections spill unto the floor.
I never asked for life, yet I never wanted death.
I never understood why, this vagina received my breath.
This blackhole of nothing is damnation,
as I reach for sleep from the coffin's door.
ripping, and tearing, I no longer want to be,
this puppet of life; please set me free...
"sleep on your ass so the birds don't pick your seeds."
Oil Tycoon Jesus

What The Fuck?!?!?

Pictured below is an actual photo (not enhanced) of a mutant of a rabbit....Apparently, this guy in Germany raises them for the meat...



It reminds me alot of a classic film I haven't seen since I was a little kid...Night of the Lepus



In fact, if I remember correctly, that movie was fucking awesome!

Famous Last Words...

Last words of James French, convicted murderer



Last words of Tallulah Bankhead, actress...Another great quote of hers "Cocaine isn't habit-forming, I should know--I've been using it for years."



Last words of Voltaire, philosopher...his response to a priest at the side of his deathbed, asking Voltaire to use the precious few moments left to renounce Satan.

Taken from www.cracked.com

Washing the dishes (My favorite thing to do.)

- While doing this oh so wonderful of a chore, if a piece of food phlumpkin even touches me I'll begin to gag uncontrollably...It doesn't matter if I even know what it was that just blessed my finger with it's presence. The feel of a soggy turd on me makes me want to vomit.

-When somebody puts say a used paper towel in the sink, buried under some dirty dishes to where it's not spotted untill it's already the texture of a heeping pile of big bird shit, it sets me off into a seizure of rage.

-By far my favorite thing to wash would have to be a cake pan that has been used for cooking a casserole or some jazz, and all these chunks have been incinerated along the sides...Sure, a brillo-pad will take it right off there, and also Hall & Oates were awesome.

-If there isn't a garbage disposal, you can forget about me pulling the plug to drain that nasty water. It's bad enough that you'll most likely come in contact with food phlumkins, but then you have to clean them all out of the sink once it drains?!?! No thanks! I'm good...

-The kitchen sink could be spotless, but I still refuse to wash my hands in it. (I'm aware of the cess-pool of food germs that have been there.)

-Let us move on to the dishwasher...First off, I sort of have an o.c.d. way of going about loading it. (The teaspoons have to be with the teaspoons, steak knives with the steak knives, etc...)
I actually find it frustrating if I have to combine them.

-When you go to put away the "clean dishes" from the dishwasher, and yet there's still a piece of cheerio still stuck to a bowl. By this time you're better off taking a blowtorch to it, oppse to a washcloth, cause that bitch is going nowhere.

-Or when you're putting away the "clean tupperwear" and it feels like there's a layer of jizz on it...Needless to say it goes in the trash. And they wonder why we have so many extra lids...

Okay, I've got my bitch in for the day.
Dannibal -I-

Cockburns Introduction

Come one come all, to the land of pro-creation... And reality telivsion... Some times you have to sit back and think. What would Jesus do if this was his cocaine? But I guess the real question here is.... Have you figured out how to switch hands and gain an extra stroke....But on a serious note; Yank me, crank me; But don't wake up and thank me. I hope that everybody that reads this blog, goes out and joins the millitary tomorrow, like my 14 year old sister......Everyone needs to get their cherry popped supporting our cunt-ry......Stop thinking dirty thoughts about my little sister. You fucking pedophile....Anywho, Taco Bell rules, and Mexicans have the best cocaine. West-side Boyyyyy. Cream is the total shit, thanks for reading,


Cockburn

Judas Cradle & Cattle Prods...

There was once upon a time that I woke up in the middle of the night, gagging on the most foul of stinches...It was so repundent that it brought water to my eyes...So there I was surrounded in bed with my wife (at the time.) my dog at my feet, and my oh so beautiful kittie bo-bittles resting on top of my head...Anywho, I'd awoken in the middle of the night for no apparent reason. And that is when I started to gag on the most rancid smelling fart I ever had the priveledge of tasting....So where did this monstrosity of gas come from? There were quiet a few suspects.....It wasn't like I could lick my finger & figure out the winds dierection...So I layed there in bed, chocking, on the verge of vomitting, when I had this epiphany....What if it was me that layed this paint-peeling of a fart? I can usually stand my own shits, let alone farts without a problem....Can it be that if you're not awake to feel/know that you've passed gas, does it actually smell so bad that it makes you want to hurk?......I guess it's one of lifes greatest mysteries.


Dannibal

Dannibal's Introduction

I suppose that I should start out by saying that this blogspot will be the song lyrics, artwork, album/movie reviews, and whatever random thoughts I might find worthy at the time to share with whomever reads this...

You are now being forewarned that my opinions are strictly just that, and should not be taken as a new religion for you to follow. At times I know I can be as convincing as a door salesman wearing blue spandex while carrying two trash bags (one filled with freon, the other filled with gerbil fecies.) It makes absolutely no sense to worship me, sort of like the book of mormon. "Those poor, silly people."

If you're still following me, then it should be needless to say that if you're easily offended by an open mind, then the chances are you shouldn't be reading this. If not though, then consider this a welcome into the mind of somebody that shouldn't be entitled to one.

Right at the moment I don't really have anything else to add. But this will be my new domain to go inorder to vent, do my drunk-typing, or just flat out kill some time. untill next time, thanks for reading, and be sure to check back frequently...

Dannibal