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My mower died on Saturday. I mourn. Poor Murray. I tried a new spark plug, no avail. I tried cleaning the carburetor, nothing. It is raining... sadness as Murray's corpse lies lifeless. All i have is old reel fiskars... and the weed whip blade...
I have more work and I forgot to take a pic of tools. https://youtu.be/GTkohBEsO48?si=BpD_Q6YBxwoVR9N7
I found a water cooler abandoned on the side of the road during my bike ride. I pulled over and contemplated opening it like it was a trapped chest. And maybe it could have had phent or traces in it for all i knew; A DEATH TRAP! Meh! I flipped it open and it stank of death. It must've had corpses of some sort in it or rotten meat. I dumped the chunks and latex gloves out then strapped it to my bike and rode ..
I'm serious, you NEED Ratshaker in your life. It was made for you.
If I don't post for a month or longer these are the likely reasons.
1. I AM DEAD
2. I AM IN PRISON
3. I AM IN AN ASYLUM
4. I FINALLY DESTROYED EVERYTHING I OWN & WENT DEEP INTO THE WOODS TO DIE OR MAYBE SURVIVE
Raining like a bitch that it is flooding. Fuck!
I saw some pictures of me holding lil'un a week before he died.. they look lifeless no joy. I looked at some even older pics.. the same. I looked in the mirror.. lifeless, soulless, joyless, nothing but misery and death. As I say in my email sigs..
"Death Awaits... There is no hope when you're in the void! So says Keighn."
And that still rings true but the tolling bell of the reaper refuses me.....
If i seem more pissed and insane lately it is because my baby kitty died a few days ago. He was only a year old. This chink flu spread to me and others on the property and the cats are catching it and dying.
Seems my 1/2 loaf of bread went moldy. I couldn't tell and toasted it and made a sandwich. I can taste the spores. Maybe it'll kill me. Here's hoping. Then I can burn in hell or whatever for eternity since GOD is a big chicken shut bitch.
At the edge of madness in a time of crapness... a psychopathic schizoid is born!!
I HAVE NO ANCESTORS!!! THEY'RE ALL FUCKING SHIT!!! IF I EVER SEE THEIR SOULS/SPIRITS I WILL TRY TO SECOND OR THIRD ....NO ETERNAL DEATH THEM!!!!
FUCK THEM ALL!!! PIECES OF SHIT THEY ARE!! I HATE THEM ALL!!!
And I hate all my current relatives.... may they die horrible deaths and suffer eternal damnations... i will laugh unless they are near.... then I will destroy them.
THIS IS WAR!!
...sandnigger gods want it. FUCK YOU ALL YOU COSMIC SACKS OF SHIT!!! LET'S SEE HOW HARD YOU REALLY HIT SINCE ALL SOULS ARE IMMORTAL!!
COME GET SOME YOU COSMIC COCKSUCKER MOTHERFUCKING SANDNIGGER SACK OF SHIT!!!
And they wonder why or how I ended up like this.... well fate or whatever instances in my life turned to shit from betrayals, backstabbings, lies, and just outright fucking craziness. It wears on a soul after a bit.... what looked evil or vile before starts looking like the only real answer. My life will get worse and my death after infinitely worse. I'll push the torment up infinitely since that's how the fucking
I finally blocked my fucking brother & sister on facebook and all their relatives. They can fucking shut up and die! I consider them fucking strangers and don't give a shit about them. May they suffer. Just like my fucking asshole parents... I hope they suffer immensely; them and their fucking rodent worshipping shit. FUCK EM ALL! I'd probably end them myself if there weren't cats & dogs under their "care."
Parents calling me STUPID and a psychopath again. I say their rat farming is fucking retarded and I want to rip that fucking gopher in my circle to shreds but I'm the stupid psychopath. Go figure. They just love ugliness of the land and house and shit all over the porch (piles and piles of rat shit) and stench and dead brush and holes everywhere. Yet, I'm the stupid one.
During this fucking icestorm the gophers & rats dug a tunnel into my circle's heart. I've stabbed and slashed the earth and pounded with the tamper in hopes to draw blood and death. No avail. Without X-ray heat vision through the earth my o only recourse is to dig everything in that line of path and I'm still too ill to try. FUCK YOU GOD!!! Destroy my sanctuary... DAMN YOU TO HELL!!!
Sleet, freezing rain, and ice. Sucks esp since I'm still recovering from this horrid flu. Nearly had a breach in the circle from rats or gophers. If only I had X-rayb& heat vision.... so much death.
I've been very sick since Sunday Night. Fevers from hell even when it is only 20 degrees in my tent. In my lungs & throat, coughing up blood & headaches to migraines that are fucking killer. I took some alkaseltzer cold and it was like the devil impaled my chest and my skull with a barbed lance or trident. I've never had that happen with cold medicine before. Every night seems worse. No NEW posts = me dead! -
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