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MANIC Manic Shout-Out To mySELF - RE Fleeting Glimpses

Welcome (back?) to:
Zen Rage Management
FORMERLY
Ruminative Recoil 101
WARNING: For this one, at least, you may require more than 1-2 active brain cells - and not in the “one’s lost and the other’s out looking for it!” common-SENSE - ‘n’ the likes. NO MORE WARNINGS.
Okay, deep breaths. Here comes my [slightly refined […]

Step teh fcuk away from that page! HELLO?! -NOW- CCOKSCUKAH!

erm, (RETRO)SPOILER: LANGUAGE / RAGE.
suck it trebek. it makes up WHO I AM RIGHT NOW, AND THAT’S OKAY (hnurr hnyeh, pflt). AND SHIT.
http://www.w3.org/Consortium/sup
Yeah.  Sorry, not linking it; you did NOT find this page through ME.
:yesimcrazy: :inthesameveinfcukyoushittywordpressapparently?!advancedwysiwyg: :whileimatitfcukthedmcariaampaaandyesifcukingtunesanditshoggedness: :butdontgetmeright;iloveandamdrawntoyouinunnaturalways:.
This page has caused me too much aggravation, thanks to MY ISSUES WITH OBSESSIN- AND COMPULSINATING. […]

Begetting muse. (Life, Art, Soul) (and a dollop of shit for good measure)

I am speechless. Throughout the past decade of my life, this man’s life and work have inspired within me much that is… indescribable. His muse begets my own (and indefeasibly, so many others) in manners which are, at best, aethereal.
I am humbled, yet again, by his life, his art, his soul.
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(you get that […]

The height of frustration.

Adoring and being humbled by ‘people in general’ (”PIG”) and loathing PIG in the same instant. Same looong instant. So not really an instant at all. But fuck it. My brain’s not working right now anyway.

SPOILER: (Bitch/Crazy) Too late with meds & tapering off a Really Shitty One™.) Can’t count the number of whore-shoes…

This is what happens when (my doves cry®princerogersnelson and umrg you’re very-too late with taking your meds while tapering off an RSO™.) I can’t count the number of whore-shoes (…or pickles!) I currently have stashed up my arse right now, but Dear PTB: know that I am full of grace for the former. Seriously. […]