The man in the black hat is pissed

okay.. its offical the man in the black hat is pissed. Its been sometime since a angry rant has been raved. its been sometime since someone has been slapped around with an unkown cause of the most deliberate kind. It pissed him off that there was a stranger that intrigued him. It pissed him off that a person so close to him told him that there was an issue. What the hell? How does someone close to you say that they snorted a line of coke and its all okay.. tra la fucking la. that is some bullshit. How do you acutually sit there and look at this person and say how the fuck? I asked the question did you snort it off a table? what possesed you to fucking snort coke? you are how old? are you a fucking child?

Someone once told me that if you curse your entire arguement goes for not... Fuck that. I think it makes your arguement stronger... Sometimes yes it does make your arguement weaker when your talking about cooking or raising kittens.. when it is a personal discussion or a feeling that you have.. you have every god damn right to be pissed. You wonder why? You wonder what the bleep could be a bad word.. or anything you can imagine. i realized i am obssesed with ......... What the hell... my grammar teacher would shoot me. my grammar sucks.. its time for the free verse..

I walk into a shadow of debt. I cannot forsee the random acts of a giving kind. i have no temper for the blue skies for the publishers who wear weakly on the tires of misfit powers of artificial intellgience. I listen for the skies of open rains. To hear the winds of cursing and the clouds of laughter in the open desert of a post of misused guided missles that laugh at the most mundane tasks of the banker and the farmer. its a shame that the dolls of humantiy protect the constitution of the gamers code of respect and laughter. its all just a game the man laughs. I punch him in the eye and hope a tear runs down my eye. its like a 5.0 on a breezy day. Its like a star that touches the outer core of the eagles nest. Its ridiculous! its a fancy of a millionaire strung out on a porch thinking how he would rather be in a crib with his wifes touch. Touch! what a feeling.. is it not better to be touched by your lover then by a hater.. i miss the touch. I miss the rain. i miss the sound of a paper being ripped from a binder.. I miss... I miss.. I miss being happy :(

Rippin and Nappin I walk through the dead

Ripping and napping I walk through the hall
What becomes of that terrible wall.
I don’t know if it is stopping my fall.
What should I do what will I become.
Psycho sounds good because pleasure is none
What will happen to the twisted fate of the sailor
Who knows what will become of the man in the hat
I think he has a very strange cat
It seems to look me in the eye what a terrible sound. I think I want some fun to come into my life. What would happen if
I saw them all walking and turning scary how they all can fall.


I see them approaching me walking with two cups and a hot dog. He aimlessly passes by. Two of them dressed in suits looks like a war on a crazy foot. Those earphones strapped strangely on him. Walking with a ugly color gin. He looks at me mischievously but He cannot comprehend what I’m doing. He eats his ice cream provocatively, slipping his tongue all over the spoon like he hasn’t eaten in over a year. She’s huge what is wrong a sickness or is she just stupid fat. An ugly hat, orange like gum. What type of life does that stranger run. Walking nonchalant with a sip from the cup. He seems to know that he doesn’t give a fuck.
I hear the cackle of witches the only problem is that these bitches have been around me for over a year. To long if you ask a serious source. How can I take so many of them. This defiantly has to be the end.

She gazes with no knowledge of the future. So innocent and cute, How can she be subject to such terrible sins. To bad she doesn’t know what she is headed to. It’s a loss to grow up in this world. Crazy at it may seem but, I hate this world. To much hell for a simple stick. Why do I have to go through this crazy shit.

He is a character I must say. Say’s I stabbed him in the back from day to day, he can blow a goat for all I care , but even for him the goat would say neigh. I can’t believe I know these fast. Too much time to take career of them all. Whey do I bother I have to ask my self. Screw them all.

Drifting into an unconscious sleep I take a whiff of a incredible scent. Why do I bother will all these things, unfortunately I don’t know why. It was a new day in his life. He had gone through to much crap. He entered his room with a feeling of a new craze. It was time to finally drift from this feeling of a daze. Forget what people think about everything he feels is right. He decided to move on with his life. It was finally the time to make the choice.
Why should he suffer through feelings of guilt for a team that has not only once stabbed him in the back. They say he should stay but he decided against that why should he bother with such a trivial aspect of his life. Screw them he said. I will go on and live my life. What was he talking about, that was what everyone was wondering. He entered their apartment and asked them, “What” what was their problem he wondered.

He wanted to be free from her grip
to much time he had been with this cunt.
Why should he stay around to her annoying ways
He is sick of the way she constantly is around
Begging for something he would never give.
What is the point for this meaningless pun
I wish I could tell her how much I hate her.
Maybe she should just die.
That would be fun, I could ring her neck
And sing and scream, “How Fun”
That wouldn’t fly not at all. How would I explain to her annoying friends,
Tell her the truth that works. You suck and that’s that

I got another story for you one of heart break and desolation

I got another story for you one of heart break and desolation. What drives a person to suddenly be engulfed in sorrow. And being pissed off at the world for no reason. Moping for a few hours pissed off at everyone and everything for no particular reason. This my friends is something I have to ask my self. I did it again today. Why? Very strange I turned off everything and just saw hate in my eyes. I despised everyone and I still despise some people. Brudna, that says a lot. But enough is enough I have done more than enough and my bad attitude is over. At least I hope. It’s very strange. In one second I sat down and everything was different. I was happy again with no remorse. I just don’t understand what my little deal was it was very strange. I have to apologize to some people. But not to all. Screw them. Ha ha. AH…. Boo his that is what I have to say. I’m writing about many things that not too many people understand at all. I am a strange man in a strange land.

random

Have you just free versed,
Given complete random nothings Just blatant first verse sayings
I have many times and come up with some creative shit
It’s all happens when you just let your
Mind run and not even think of what your saying. IT is very
Difficult when you have to type because you think of the spelling. I think of little things that make me happy stuff that even a little elf could not grasp the airplane is flying the car is driving the music is playing how some crazy glen. The orange whizzing buy like a candy is in the drive. The hand slowly embracing the circle of death. Wow the wonders never cease to amaze even the gentle souls of the realm. It’s crazy the type of mumbo that flies from the little kids womb. I would not know what to say but that it is a fear of fears. It is a question of the Spanish mocking the dogs that are trailered by a red civic. The crazy goons will laugh at the autumn flowers that get the bell to toll on a different occasion everytime. Its Is the gas from flockhearts ass that is completely disheveling me. Ha the man in the black hat is back with a vengence he cannot betray the wounded beast. He is the man with the knowlegdge of how to get past the evil little dirty men that get brake dust on your newly polished rims. Those bastards. It will only make the trip more meaningful if they realize how dirty they really where. Man oh man Why did that Ice House be so bad to my poor stomach which is convulsing like a little bird. The plane was just sitting there like a homo on a stench pot Krigs ass was like a virgin in hiding. Like a gnome in a bouquet of flowers that having been rotting since the dusk of dawn. But what the little ass does not know is that the nookie he has been receiving has been a sign from the thunder road which makes the low place whre you have no friendes will make the inevitable impossible. Leave me alone. Says the she that he cannot make the he figure out who the who is. IT’s a confusing think pot of fun and glory all tied into a rejects little butt fart. The clayton gang is after the large orange neanderthal in the sky, ther circle disk which no one really knows what it is. It is a large fart in the sky which can only be described as a deamon who likes it in the pooper. Ah my friends how strange a being. A man with no humor only that of sin. Someone who just does not give a little bit of a damn.Damn that bastard. The longhorn of fun. A walbon of the trucke as he empahasises the strange beings of little but of no stench on the wendy’s super highway of the bacon mac sandwhich which every little girth tries on for a supplemental good luck charm. Man it upsets the soul to find such a litle peiece of our finally tuned hostile environment turbochardged to a piece and maxed out to the finest hand socket. Jones did not ever know what hit him upside the head. I don’t think he want’s to know that he really does not live in a paradise city. What a jerk off. The van is only a few miles away from the little stop that he could not realize that the whit top off the red car had flown into a defunct wall of paste that had only been a fog cloud made from the stench of the foul mouthed grape sucking monster. It is but a sin that such an internal stench could be emitted from the wranglings of a fool with such a hearty appetite for a little lime green kerosene. If you were to read this you would think that the noggin on the pitiful author is in comlete shambles. But maybe what you did not realize was that it all has some thing to do with the grand master plan. What plan is that. AWho knows but it sure sounds fun, like the power wire of a fully electrocuted buick running in high gear. What is these mumblings of a crazed sane individual. Take me home mom. I need atlanta in the summer and miami in the winter. The turck so beautiful against a backdrop. The slow mother in front of us has no reason to be like the turtle. We are the hare trying to catch the fast little turtle full of ugly little girls who cannot realize that they look like the behind of a buffalo’s ass. There unproportional hips to there breast size is a complete joke of all proportions. We laugh as they try to fit in little clothes of miniscule size only to see their obese fatness come over the bands of clothes like gooey fat being trimmed off a fat pork roast. It disgust the regular individual who actually has the sanity to wear clothes that do have a good fit on them. Yet they run around in their little clothes with their camel toes showing. Ewww. I have seen road kill that is more attractive than that. I will have to stop complaining At sometime because my free verse seems to be ending. I actually have a logical thought pattern so it looks like this little free verse is over. Bye for now.

Why I suck

Lets free verse a bit. I walk through a jungle of red teees and scarlet letter A’s I have a job that makes squirrels with big teeth think that there is no signs and red lights with no voice or reason that I cannot understand what is really going on. There are curly days and voices of no reason that I don’t understand what is going on. Kfc makes me want to hurl and I really cannot understand what is going on in my life at the moment. I really don’t want to understand I cannot understand why I hate my life so much and I don’t know what is going on in my little head of mine. Hmm.. what should I do what should I do. Should a cat have 9 lives and I have only 1. Is it really fair. I don’t think so. Okay so the news keeps going and I don’t know what the teleprompter is trying to say. Ha the man in the black hat is coming to get me. He finally has the upper hand in this story. It is going to be the end of me finally. The man in the black hat has a very boisterous voice he laughs out loud at me while I sit there and cry like a little girl who just figured out santa was a myth. The man in the black hat takes me aside and gives me a piece of paper with a letter on it. I can’t comprehend what he wants me to do with this piece of paper. It is adorned with a gold leaf. With the letter S. I wish I knew what to do. I am totally confused and clueless. I don’t know. But he looks at me and smiles with a crooked laugh and just smiles and chuckles to himself. So I punch him in the face and laugh to myself. I just signed my death wish! Oh well life goes on. With or without me. I come to a place in my life where I have realized I do not fit in. I am a total stranger among people who have known me for years. Its been a cruel joke to me. The kindness the money spent the days impressing nobody. That is the card handed to me.

I think I lost the free verse capability. Let’s see what I have! Okay there was a time and a place that I once had a black crinkle in my socks. I had a cat that used to break into peoples homes and make coffee for the poor children of sin city. Gambling is a Florence place of many distinguished homes of medium size and build. It is a place of infinite wisdom and a small dislike of grotesque statues of lamps and chairs that have no place in this world. Little chuck had a problem of slapping pigs with spider feet. It was a place where no world had a time clock and a rap sheet was a paper used to bring in geese to raise the small Michaels of the world that had no say with what the brake lamps of cars with pastels and terrible taste in socks and music of no avail. The head light shined me in the eyes and had no bearing on my life in and way shape or form. It was a terrible instance of mediocrity and a strange whisper of grey on top a shriveled speck of insanity in the clear blue seas of intelligence and determination. It is a exit of the wise to the masses of young and naïve fools and a shocking ray of defeat in the glimmer of hope and wonderment. It was a total excuse to be a fool. A situations which dictated boredom or demise in the eyes of total strangers. It is the effect of impotence, the calling card of the fool. The yell of the unfortunate soul tormented by the nagging of different individuals in a different time and decade all together. It was a joke. A total loss of words for the miserable pauper. The man with the defeated soul and intellect of a abandoned child that never knew the true meaning of life love or the feeling of a warm body next to him. He has no clue what that feeling is or what it entails. He craves it. Hopes for it. Yet when it comes close. He runs. What is he running from he has no idea. He believes he is saving himself for some higher calling.. some higher relationship. The perfect women. Ha that does not exist the other part of his mind is laughing at him. He has no clue. You have to people on your shoulder. Your conscience so to speak of. You have the guy the devil and the saint. They are supposed to tell you what is good and what is bad. They should help you make good decisions. The bad guy tempts you with doing wrong. In my case both are sitting at a bar saying screw that guy.. he’s an idiot. There is no helping him.. Story of my life. I am a fucked up person. No idea of how good I really have it. I’m clueless I tell you. I complete moron. Oh well. I will let some other sap believe that I have a clue.

The ramblings of an insane man

The ramblings of an insane man. Presented by the man in the black hat.
Sometimes people have no clue why water runs from a hole in the water. People don’t realize that clicking on a keyboard will have no effect on the display screen of their life. They don’t realize that they have the potential of being ingrates or studious book worms that dedicate there entire life to sipping lattes and mochas and doing the Friday happy hour and replacing the feeling of worthlessness with guilt for that fellow man. Screw you tony the tiger screw you red mug. I hate you water bottle . I took and axe and threw it through some kids skull. Blood pouring down his face to a large puddle of blood on the floor. Was I ever in trouble . A dream confession of fabrications and alibis where do I place myself on this resentfull night. I was bowling. I placed 3 games higher then I did last week. And that was a retard move on my part. Taking a blue chair and a projector sliding it down a hill and hopping up and down wishing that my counterpart on the other end would come to realize that it was a valiant effort. Triumphed by the epitomy of garbae and labels that were coming to the conclusion that this was just a game. I took him by his collar and shrunk that heat to a high pitch hoping that he would realize that not much has happened since that last time he came through this town in a jollopy that couldn’t even hit thrity five. What a waste of life he was. Carreening down the path. Foot on the pedal. The brakes hardly could hold the car on the road that was heading down to hell. Screw life he screamed. He had no idea what it was in his mind that was driving him to such new extreme measures! Alright go life!!

Black hat out!!

My First Insane Rant

Thursday, May 1, 2008

My First Insane Rant
Ah.. where there is a will there is a way! There just has to be a fucking reason for living. It has to do with coefficients and formulas and other crazy values which reflect upon us. It has to do with the rants and the raves that we can create. It has to bring a statistic to the number of people that we have to like . the groups we have to form and the people that are in our circle. Fuck that circle fuck people and everything that they stand for. People don’t give a shit. They will look you in the eye and tell you that you mean something to them. When in reality they are talking shit behind your back. I see it on a daily basis the people saying what’s up to your face and the second you round the corner they are like oh that guys Is just an asshole. Fuck you you fucking fuck. That is the way to best say it. I like the loner role. Somebody has to play it. Somebody has to be the dickhead that no one wants around. Its just no fun if everyone conformed to the what society deems is a perfect mold. You have to break the mold. All those fuck sticks that are surrounding you. Laughing the laugh and pretending to be on your side. Well fuck them too.. I can’t stand it anymore. The bullshit the innocence is lost upon us. There are times and places where it is acceptable and when it completely is a reason to beat some one across the head with a two by four or a bag of nickels. Yes a bag of nickels I must be missing out on the feeling of trashing somebodys head against the pavement. I can just imagine a few names that come to mind. A few people that should be wiped out. I can’t stand it anymore. Not even typing this stupid fucking paragraph will bring me to sanity. What do I need? What do I crave.. I know what it is.. its fucking pussy I want. I want to lick a pussy. I want to smell it and feel it get wet at my touch. I want to feel the warmth that eminates from that hole. I want to be inside of it and feel what it does to my body. I need the touch of a women. I need a fucking plan now. I need to do something to get that evil dick away from my mind. Its been too fucking long. Its been over a year since I had any. I am a fucking loser. I big fucking loser and there is no denying it. I have no life. I play with my cars. But the one thing I want to play with is totally out of my grasp and reach.Oh fucking tra la la.. you are an idiot you are a perverse human being with no grip on realtiy. You have no clue. You have had your chances and you have blown them all. You are an ingrate and a moron. You deserve to be alone. You deserve the lonlieness that accompanies the wisdom of a shallow moronic idealist wuss. You are a no talent ass clown that is exactly like his father.. puts on a show and what for. So people can say what a great person he is and when in reality he is just a miserable prick. A person no one wants to deal with a person no one wants anything to do with. No one calls you no one writes to you. You have alienated all your friends and don’t deserve to be in the public. Perception is a beautiful thing. People percept you as being a moron. Oh you could write for hours couldn’t you. Keep bashing yourself and taking credit. Playing your little violin hoping for some person to take notice that you have no friends no one has called. No one has asked where is he. Its your fault you shit head. You brought this upon yourself and only you will unravel it . But you won’t you are too stubborn and don’t give a shit. You want to rot in that little hole of yours that you call a life. You are a pathetic loser. And that is all you are. You have nothing going for you and nothing ever will unless you actually do something about it. You have to make a change in yourself and make sure people realize it. Life goes on and you are nothing but a passing speck in the existence of humanity. You are nothing to this world not a blip on the radar for the timeline for humanity to even realize you exist. Life goes on and you are a piss stain on the wall of reality.. Some guy who is better then you pissed on the world and you are a by product of that! Wow does that make me feel better at all. I have completely told myself I suck and yet here I go. On and on and nothing else to show for it! Great job dick face. You got another thing coming for you.. Reality. .A friendless loser at 30 with nobody around you for the good times! My answer Fuck you.. I’m not changing!!Piss off life. Fuck you reality. I will be happy in my little cocoon sucking on lemon bars and wishing I wasn’t an overweight fuck stick!