The Blackangel

What the hell happened to people having a brain cell that was devoted to intelligence and rational thought instead of just moving their limbs?

It's been so long that I honestly don't really remember. I think we just ate on the ship, and not so much on land.

I have chewed on metal. glass will slice up everything it comes in contact with. Metal not necessarily. So my pick is metal.

Unless we're talking about diet Pepsi, I would take the wi-fi.

Being burned. You can't feel third degree burns because the nerve endings have been burned off, and third degree burns can happen surprisingly quick. Whereas drowning you have to realize that you're going to die a slow death from a form of suffocation.

Has anyone ever encountered her in any way? I'm writing an article about her, and looking for any and all stories of encounters.

You mean almost killed right? I've knocked out everyone I intended to knock out.

I watched all this shit on YouTube, but wasn't going to post it, simply because of how ridiculous it was. But the Dave Chappelle video was pretty funny.

That was nothing. It only pissed me off. It didn't enrage me. When it takes 4 grown men to pull a woman off a guy so she doesn't kill him, then you could start talking about the temper. But trust me, I've done far worse than when I was beating the shit out of him. I would say I have a short fuse, but that fuse is long gone.

I get calls from all around the globe for some screwy reason. I've had calls from Colombia, Tuvalu, Peru, Ireland, Canada, China, Australia, Congo, Germany, and Iran just to name a few. I never pick them up. I don't know how many voice mails I have had that were in some form of Asian language, but gave no location on the call. I say an "Asian language" because I honestly can't tell them apart. The downside of being raised to be an ignorant American.

Concussion, broken nose, broken eye socket, and fractured skull. It was typical treatment of a 4 year old, and nothing out of the ordinary. Just your average childhood.

I write a lot too. As it is, I've finished two full length novels, several short stories, and a hell of a lot of unconventional poetry.

The worlds leaders are not aliens. We all know that. They're lizard people.

Isn't Kingston the capital of Jamaica?

The vast majority of my shoes come from Walmart as well. They're knockoffs. But they're comfortable as hell, and last for a decade at least. Whereas the high end name brand shoes are designed to fall apart after a couple years to keep you buying new ones on a regular basis.

I've been looking on FB marketplace among other places, and found a few that made my heart race. The only issue is the money. I have about half of what everyone is asking, except for one. I just need to come up with another $3500 and it could be mine. The problem is that I don't have a damn clue where the hell I'm going to get that. I would be willing to sell my soul for it, but I doubt I even have one at this point.

The only racing game I play is Mario Kart.

I finally collected every single item the US version of Castlevania SOTN has to offer on the Playstation copy. The Sega Saturn has several items that the Playstation version doesn't, but I have neither a Saturn, nor the disc. But anyway, I got every single last item. You name it, I got it. I know I have them all, because every slot for an item is taken. There are no open slots left. The cursor won't go to anything. I'm proud of myself at this point. That duplicator really helps.

Castlevania SOTN

Yes, it's extremely difficult for me. I still have several PS3 games that I have never played even once. I just can't get around to playing them for some reason. I don't know why. Fear of the unknown maybe. Like an inmate having a fear of freedom. I know some are awesome titles, but I just can't bring myself to play them. Like I said, I honestly don't know why.

Who the hell gives a shit? If I have a missed call I look at the number. If I recognize it, I might call it back. If not I ignore it and go on about my day.

I tried that once. My brother hid a brick in his pillow.

Daily. I'm not xtian, so I have to deal with daily harassment over it from every person I encounter. My bloodline were some of the worst. Literally every person I have ever had to deal with has harassed me about it. It's the reason I hate xtians.

Fuck the job, I'm keeping my ancestral property. If I could have I would have. My family's ancestral property was in Scotland. The castle was razed to the ground several centuries ago, but the foundation is still there under a couple feet of dirt. It would take forever to find it, because I don't even remember what part of Scotland it was in. I think it was in the highlands. All I know for a fact is that our clan was constantly at war with another, and to this day we still hate each other. It's a Scottish version of the Hatfields and McCoys.

The overcast days, and the rain. I don't like bright sun. I love to sit back in my garage and watch the rain. I absolutely love rainy days.