Fashion

So the title is 'fashion' but I don’t know shit about it. I always look like a hobo who got beaten up by a fat prostitute. For real, the second people begin talking about fashion I’m like ‘?....? Who are those people?.. Where am I?... Check the fridge!’. Seriously, I don’t wear ‘fashion’. I only wear things that look ‘alright’ too me, don’t care if they’re out of fashion or not.'
They took them jobs??!

Yes, so what’s the difference if you by some ‘fashion’ clothes, ‘chavy’ clothes or just slutty clothes. That won’t make a difference too them little dirrrty kids in poor country who made it, you won’t see them be dressed differently depending on the type of clothes they are making. The thing that I sometimes finds hilarious is that people still thinks I’m like a fashion whore because… can’t remember. Maybe because I just have a very good taste for clothes… No? You’re right, I tried to be cool there for a moment, yeah you know.

I wear a lot of black most of the time, people are like ‘ahh you went to a funeral?’ then my reaction would be something like ‘Err no, those are my clothes I normally would wear yea, you black hater’. When I go out to find some new clothes I never really find something lovely. Mostly because I don’t get it, I just grab something that looks fine and buy it. Jesus, maybe I need some help so I can look better...? Don’t you dare hink about it..

But this one goes to all the ‘J.J-you-just-love-fashion’ haters: 1. Suck your mums penis and 2. If I would be interested in fashion I would post a lot of fashion blogs , discuss which celebrity looks hot, who wear cheap boots , who has fake designer bags and what the cheapest way is too look like a whore in a fashionable way ofcourse.

Yea, you got that?

Have mercy

Jesus, Paul and Mary have mercy upon my soul.

The other day I was in a city just minding me own business as usual. So I was remembering some stuff and to be honest that shit was hilarious.. so I smiled and laughed out loud. That moment a 30 year old man or something was passing by, he laughed and winked at me. The only thing that rushed through me mind was ‘Oh for fuck sakes, you have to be fucking shitting me again?’.

Ya’ll thinking like ‘you should be happy that at least a human laughed TO you not OF you’ well my answer to that is 'Go sit on a fucking glow stick, I’d rather do your mum with the lights turned on'.

I don’t know, I don’t find mind getting some attention once a year but come on! I have days that I look like a shitty 15 year old… And I looked like one that day!

What? You have to be fucking kidding me? I don’t curse too much, this is my own blog, It’s all about me...

Oh I need to go to the commercials, BYE!

Hours

Unchangeable as fate can be, those moments won’t shine.

Decreasing lines.
Stunned by the greatest fear.
Loners never felt so bitter.

Stars doesn’t need to shine for eternity.
Remember those last hours.

Those hands where meant to hold on.

Lost in your own way, can’t put up another act.
New hours will be spent, alone.

Hunter

A silence, going through the soul. Splitting in two.
No blood spoiled, no death..

A desolate desert, a sight of emptiness.
Nowhere to be found..

A low pulse, hanging on a string.
Slowly slipping away..

A love who lost the will.
His anger cries out in agony..

Don’t sympathize those words.
It will disappear..

A lonely shadow.
Wandering away unrecognized..

A free being in a world with zero absolutes..

C'est la Vie

God, can we make more commercials on this blog? This blog is about me….

What?!

Oh heya! It has been a while, again.. obviously you all would have noticed that I finally got a busy life. Well you got one thing definitely right, I really got very busy but I still don’t have a life because I’m a loser.

I’ve left the stove on.

Alright, so it has been a while and still didn’t found a life or found a way to be cool. Ya’ll think ‘So you’ve wasted all those days doing nothing?’, Well yes I did. Onwards! God I can’t feel my legs while doing this, I’m sorry... no I’m not.

What to do… Its already late now and I’m tired as fuck. I can feel it in me balls. I’m gonna go now so I won’t waste more minutes of your life. C’est la vie.

OH... I’ve supposed go to the commercials. BYE!

1602. Heart Skipped A Beat

How can you love a whole music album? Literally a whole one, every song, every one of them.

From the ever so pulsating Intro till the melancholic feel of Stars. Just discovered recently, but now already left a huge impact.



1602. Heart Skipped A Beat.

Scatterbrain

The worse thing is not having any inspiration because some people are fucking ass kissers. You know the problem is, I don’t live by standard rules, I don’t live by any rules as that matters. Still doing things I hate. Like thinking, saying smart things, being political correct. BEING NICE AND NOT RACIST.

Are you shitting me? Being nice? My arse, go fucking hit yourself with a baking pan instead. Being racist? Me ? really? NEIN, you thought wrong.

It’s that thing that makes me ehhm, uhh well you know that thing… That how can I be pucking racist while being Latin/Indo!

You know? Like doing stuff in secret so that other people can’t find out about it but then they’ll find a dirty t-shirt and say ‘mommy and daddy really need to talk to you’ then your answer is ‘I sawr al the scary things you did to daddy last night, you filthy whore!’ It’s like September, the year 1991. Like bad weather and sand that crawls up in your underpants.

I don’t know… I’m not popular, I never win prices and nobody notices me because I’m a total weird loser. But still It’s like surf and turfing a Milf. You don’t dare to look at, but you still have a little peek. I love Milfs, well not your mum because she already had a whole army down her maggot’s nest. I love Star Wars and Greek Mythology.

Wh... WHY ARE YOU WAVING YOUR HANDS ME?! Oh I've supposed to go to the commercials.

Most of you people don’t know it but I’m great in the sack. Anyway, I still can’t think of something, maybe I need a drink. Did you know I love to drink? Like I’m no alcoholic but I just love it, sweet loving with a bottle full of vodka or beer.

I love sex, I hate seeing other people surfing. I’m lazy, I love hanging out or just walk around. I love when people don’t wear normal clothes or don’t live by normal standards. I love breaking rules.

I think I left the stove on…

No, originality is the greatest thing there is and it looks a bit like the word orgies.
I don’t know what’s going on, people expect some funny blogs with some of the greatest one-liners. Well no, ya’ll know if I think too much about it, it won’t work. Did you know I hate old ‘friends’ or people from the past. It really isn’t that interesting, yes you LWMJS. Especially that worthless piece of *We’ve bleeped this out so you still think Jair is very nice and sweet boy*

Alright I guess, well I can’t be serious or act like an adult. Look adult have problems, the have menopause or have problems with their prostate and they get married…

Yea what do you think of me being a parent? No… that wont work, you know I like being single, but I hate being single too. You know the problem is that I really don’t understand why some people don’t like some GOOD music. Don’t let me start about my taste, I might be a loser but this loser beats you all down when it comes to music taste, No? Well… I think I was being a bit too positive again.

I hate using medicine, I don’t like the taste of it but I love those ‘medicine’ who have funny colors. I like having fun, I like people who don’t always were too much clothes.

But still, I really don’t have a fucking idea why I’m doing this, which low life can I please with my shit? It’s like; ‘here is my shit, you can do anything with it, you can shake it, you can throw it, or can just observe it and hope you find something interesting’. No that’s wrong, people who constantly criticize… go puck your mum.

I can’t , I really can’t come up with a blog for this weekend again. I think I’ve might peeked (all over your mum) When I made the guy and girl pleasure blogs. Some of you really are shit, reading that kind of blogs and thinking ‘ohh now I know how that goes down’.

I think too much I guess, I can’t come up with decent things you know? Like the only thing I can think about is surfing someone, and not always in a positive way. Like it’s nature. If you see a woman breast-feeding a little bald man you don’t go there , smack the little bald man and say ‘HEY YOU FUCKING NASTY PERVERT STOP LICKING THAT WOMANS BOOB, YOU LICK HER PUSSY TOO DON’T YA?’

God, it’s annoying. I know I can’t think straight all the time… get the joke? No? Ah go suck your mum's balls.

Denial

Something you're craving for, it's haunting. It's thighting my grip, slowly.. no chance of release. No more.

I don't wanna be your friend,

An Awful Romance

It's always fun to see how people will just trip about a thing, in particular... well lets say, when an artist (or whatever kind of person you idolize) is about to release a new single or video. The moment people will scream out their names, say 'OMG YOUR FUCKING GREAT' or 'OMFG I LOVE YOU TILL DEATH'... Lord just shoot me right now, just joking. The problem is that some people will over react, even with little things and some of those 'people' will NEVARR understand when someone criticize about it. Some really are fucking GENIOUS when it comes down to how you can act like a total idiot.

'You only know that song of him/her? OMG you so are a fake fan, stupid loser. What are you doing on this (forum/site) If you don't know nothing about him/her, like me?! Im a real 'die-hard' fan.'

Yeah, people like that excist, some of those useless waist of earth space are even worse. If you are a die-hard fan who hates everybody else who don't know enough of him/her then you can really die while sucking on your mum's cookie like a die-hard fan.

Wh... WHY ARE YOU WAVING YOUR HANDS ME?! Oh I've supposed to go to the commercials, BYE!

Yours truly

This week no blog from yours truly.

I have a life, sometimes and I have things to do for school, sometimes... well obviously joking but as you can see no new blog this week. By the way some people really suck, ugly nasty piece of back-stabbers... but who cares. Their lifes suck as much as their mums cock.
 But still a bit of something just to have fun:



Bye! See ya later this week then! ya?

Girls Night Only

A 19 year old woman , alone, in her room. Lonely watching the rain fall on her window, its winter. A lonely winter, single. There is an exciting feeling, going through her body. It’s an unusual feeling, her undiscovered body lies open to be climbed. A former Beastly relationship, tender and soft is her soon to be new experience, an unlimited love for herself. Watching her, feeling her, a need for her, staying with her.

As virginal as she looks, as experience she is feels from the inside, a desperate feeling to go down her Love Canal. Shy as she is, trying to discover the natural habits, slowly undressed, a soft moan, she finds herself in a relieved state, the softness of her body is exciting her, she finds reinvent herself in a new way, a passionate way, a sensual way. There is no need for the beastly male behaviour, only a passionate and loving one. Slowly and loving she is touching herself more and more.

A rush of sensual loving is going through her body, her Love Canal is finally exposed, there is no way back, first real sensual love with her hand, passionate moaning herself into heaven, she cant withstand it anymore, her feeling, she wants to leak it out, secretly. Sensitive spot, grinding it, faster. Her last moan is sensual, a heavenly climax. Finally, relieved from her heavenly love juice, she finds herself alone in her room, warm and sweaty from the first intense encounter with herself .






All thanks go the one who inspired me this time.

Ocean We Dwell On.

Ever had the feeling you wanted to rush into the ocean, only.. not to swim on the surface. Explore the deep abyss, an undiscovered world, Where I’ve lost my way.

Swimming further and deeper, spiralling down into the unknown. Undiscovered eyes of the sea, a sea to dwell on. Nothing like a fantasy world, its an untouched mysterious beauty. Come to me, follow me into darkness. In the deepest ocean you will find nothing more than you would ever wish for.

Why do you want to stay here, I have to follow where you leave. Your eyes, will show the way through the abyss, through the phantoms. I will follow you to the edge of the sea, only to be devoured by the worms and swallowed by the fishes. We will hit the bottom of the ocean, you will escape, A road that will lead you to the realm underneath the abyss, take a look around. There aren’t mistakes made, you found it.
 Its such a beautiful day.

Star War changed my life.

Most of you didn’t knew about it but I sincerely mean it when I say that Star Wars changed my life. It al began around the year 1999. Before that everything was a blur until my parents brought me to the theatre to see Star Wars Episode I , the phantom Menace. From that moment on I didn’t felt like a dork anymore, I wanted to travel to the stars , meet new species and fight the evil empire. The Star Wars movies gave me a feeling like I have never felt before, better then a orgasm and better then having a (nagging) relationship. Star Wars really changed my life for the good, It made me turn back from the dark side. How cool is it to fly a Star cruiser or kill innocent people with your lightsaber? When technology is far enough developed to make lightsabers I’m going the be the first one to have it. Its much better then a gun, more satisfying then a normal sword. The feeling to deflect blaster shots and defend yourself against another lightsaber is indescribable.


Star Wars gave me hope, it made me believe there was something stronger and better then any religion, the Force. The Force wont let you down and isn’t made up from little fairytales. The Force can guide you trough al your problems and satisfy all your needs. The Force can let you fall into deep darkness, or show you the light to the chosen one. The sith is an evil race, yes it’s a specie, most of you thought that the sith where the sith lords you saw in the movie, That was a lie, an illusion. The sith was an ancient and powerful species who learned to manipulate and use the Force trough Alchemy.


Jabba the Hutt, yes Jabba The Hutt. When I was young I didn’t really understood what the obese people said until the moment I sawr Jabba The Hutt, it made all things clear, they where Huttese, slimy and lazy just like your mom. Star Wars is something you do when you are alone and excited, it only takes one hand when you finished a Star Wars movie, one hand. Most of you thought that the new pope looks very familiar, yes that’s true he isn’t what he makes you think he is, he’s actually an evil Sith Lord in disguise and trying to rule the whole galaxy by the year 2012, ironic isn’t it?


Here are a few reasons why Star Wars changed my life


1. It made me spend more then a few hundred euro’s for al the things that I bought.
2. It made me believe that hairy people are actually wookies.
3. It made me realize that in the galaxy far far away nobody goes to the bathroom.
4. It made me realize that the translation of Star Wars in dutch ‘Ruimteoorlogen’ sounds VERY dorky.
5. It made me realize that maybe in the center of our galaxy there is a core planet called Coruscant where the Jedi Council and the Galactic Senate is seated.
6. It made me realize that the real ghetto is Nar Shaddaa and not Rotterdam South
7. At first I wasn’t getting any (if you know what I mean) , the moment you speak Huttese you become a pimp and al those woman who are sitting next to you are like Leia was for Jabba the Hutt.
8. It made me learn a couple of new words from other languages…. Achuta!
9. It made me realize that they weren’t racist against black people or religious people, but only to aliens.
10. It made me realize that it makes you really are DORK if you cant pronounce Coruscant right....

Star Wars is just one big fat greasy orgasm for people like us. Something you wont get from a Star Wars hater or Lord of the Rings fan (but they are still awesome in a dorky way).


Peace is a lie, there is only passion.
Through passion, I gain strength.
Through strength, I gain power.
Through power, I gain victory.
Through victory, my chains are broken.
The Force shall free me.


On which side are you ?

Favourite Hobby

A real favourite hobby isn't easy to describe for everybody, I will describe mine as good as possible.


It keeps you company when you sometimes feel lonely, when you don't have anyone to talk to or to love. It's a secret you can't share with your loved ones.

 It keeps you warm when you're cold, but there will always be a gentle shiver when you think about it, when you witness it. It won’t let you down and it’s always within reach from you. Those thoughts, something that a normal person won’t have, that they don’t share. Passionately you’re thoughts go out to beautiful moments, the danger that is always near. Painful when you think about it, but at the same time exciting.


You open yourself up, at the same time you keep it hidden. Perverted thoughts are rushing through your mind but you continue, everyday the same satisfying feeling. You feel lonely when you can’t do it, you’re feeling full from the inside, you need to let your love out., you are feeling satisfied once it succeeds, empty… but satisfied. Waiting… until you come up with beautiful and passionate tweets again.




You’re thoughts are right! My favourite hobby is Twitter.