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I am the bastard son of Calico Jack and Anne Bonny

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Emotional predictability like Russian roulette with a semi-automatic. Obsidian smile broken with crimson lines. Angry fingers pulling open wraith filled eyes. This will be a good day.

Venom gospel spilled forth for all with an empty cup. Never thinking the truth had more edges then they had thumbs. Real just a distorted fable swirled by a game of telephone started at the beginning of language. Does anyone want the original thought?

Days and days, slaves consume. End a horizon seen only over the shoulder. Gathering the gathered, the Haven't slaughtered to keep the rictus grin of the Haves.



This thought just hit me this morning and I had to write it down. Ended up revising it a little, still true to what I wrote originally.

The weekend sucked harder then a 50 year old Thai hooker. Had to work the whole time, felt sick (still not all that well), realized that I need a translator for all the people who seem to speak only Stupid. Was also worried about someone all weekend and found out today it was unfounded...thank god.

Still not 100% today. Headache from hell on and off, no real fever and seeming to have more and more "synaptic misfires".

This is how my week is going to go.
Tuesday: H2O on Miami Ink. They mentioned this the last time I saw them in Orlando. Can't wait to see this.
Wednesday and Thurday: Working
Friday: All you can eat sushi and tattoos with Nikkita
Saturday: Wide Open
Sunday: Against All Authority and Brain Failure @ Wills Pub

Thats all for now...like anyone really reads this. Cheers and good fortune.


Sailing the seas singin,drinkin and wenchin to hell and back
-The Rev

Update I love this video. Good Mornin Da by the Tossers

I so want this