Wimminz – celebrating skank ho's everywhere

April 27, 2014

it’s a forlorn hope.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: — wimminz @ 11:10 pm

But sometimes a forlorn hope is all we have.

Now and again you’ll read in the papers about some dude who gets his left arm and both testicles eaten off by feral rabbits, and instead of breaking him, it becomes a life changing experience, suddenly they appreciate being ALIVE…

As I’ve mention very recently, two skanks end up in hospital, life threatening shit, not theoretically so, 50/50 chance you die on the table shit… they are far from the first to experience such things, I have known many.

Yet to meet one who made it who saw it as an opportunity to break out of the rut and make some fucking changes, every one I have seen just wanted to get better so they could go back to the exact same fucking life they had before.

Hoping for peace in the Ukraine is like hoping skank ho # 352,747 gets a fucking clue and presses the brake pedal on the spiral of self destruction, it might happen, sure, but it’s a forlorn hope, and if it does happen or the wheels don’t fall off the handcart, it will be more by luck than judgement.

Me longing for world peace is like me longing for a good woman, it’s a bit like the old definition of hereafter, if you’re here after what I’m after here, you’ll be here after I’m gone…

In the AfORisms I talk about “You can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make it drink

The reality is “You can lead a horse to water, but what’s the fucking point?” If the asshole wanted a drink he’d (better) find his own way to the fucking water…

See, I’m no different, and no better, skank #3 from yesterday has a friend, I haven’t fucked her friend, and so that unexplored territory is more interesting to me than all the already explored shit, even though I know it’s the same as every other fucking lamp post, it’s just one I haven’t personally pissed on yet… what’s a dawg to do…

I’ve always been of the opinion that a pandemic was more likely than a war, as a method for mother nature to clean house, but now I’m wondering, because by all rights people alive today in the western world should be the healthiest motherfuckers that ever walked the fucking planet, but it just ain’t so.

Y’all who’re in your twenties and think being able to bench press 300 lbs is health, it ain’t man, it ain’t even related.

Kids today are taking fucking lifetime doses of drugs over an entire fucking year that I used to do in a week, week in, week out, and if you compare me to the 30 and 40 year olds around, and my contemporaries, you start to wonder if it wasn’t a fucking health food.

I could say the same shit about booze, wind the window down at 120 kmh and casually vomit out the window, one hand on the wheel, one eye on the road, on the way to the next bar…

That, and that fact that I never really got into shifting my diet to all the convenience and prepackaged and processed foods, at least, not exclusively, and maybe some good genes, but I know that ain’t true.

Fact is my health has been cruising on momentum alone since I was 16, ain’t done shit to help it, sedentary lifestyle, unfit as fuck, but still slim on my one meal a day, don’t get sick, and I *still* look at others and think what the fuck did you DO to yourself to get so fucked up?

I keep paring shit off in life, lets take wimminz, back when I was 16 I thought X, since then I have been steadily whittling away at it, trying to find what is real.

Quite some time ago I got to the point where I whittled away the horse to water thing, will she won’t she, nah, fuck it, just assume she won’t, ever…

Get down to all the flesh is gone, all that is left is literally a photo of the wimminz, yeah, sometimes you can find some that look attractive, whittle away, whittle away, even the pics ain’t doin it no more.

Everything you were ever told is a lie man, and I wouldn’t go setting no store by anything I say either.

So if I’m so bored shitless of life, why do I bother, why am I still here?

I’ve played all the games in the casino.

I’ll level with you, I can feel the ozone in the air, there is a storm coming, and I always LOVED thunder and lighting, the real genuine tropical shit.

I don’t think the matinee has even started yet.


  1. It seems that the blatant Anti-Russian agitprop in our German mainstream news gets severely beaten down in the comments on their Internet portals.
    So routinely that even the editor-whores are starting to take not and getting antsy.
    So people ARE increasingly not buying the shit they are trying to feed us. Is it enough? I have no idea.

    Comment by hans — April 28, 2014 @ 3:15 am

  2. Seems were at a turning point. Our leaders know a reset is on the horizon, and are DESPERATE to start a major war so they can blame it on Putin instead of decades of their own incompetence. Its fucking pathetic how often I hear people mouth things like “looks like putin is trying to start a war” while ignoring recordings of Nuland and the blatant hypocrisy of what gets considered democratic vs. engineered revolutions. You can lead a horse to water…

    The unexpected variable in the whole scheme is the level of awareness and lack of trust in government institutions in the west. With zerohedge and reddit, its hard to find anyone under 30 that trusts anything the government says. When TPTB start rounding up meat into cattle cars to fight the wars they started, there might be a good chance that the meat are willing to take up arms against their masters than for them. Time will tell

    Comment by Freeman — April 28, 2014 @ 3:05 pm

  3. That was a great article. These days I’m glad to feel that atmosphere of something big about to happen…it’s well over-due.

    Comment by Tim — April 28, 2014 @ 3:19 pm

    • What comes next is going to be fucking horrible. Bloody revolutions, or tyrannically oppressive police states, or world war, or some combination of all of the above. Sure, right now everything is comfy and safe, but we all see the writing on the wall. At least when the next phase comes we can finally exhale and get on with shit instead of waiting for the anvil to drop. Who knows, we might fare better than most. We wont have the deer in headlights shock like the rest, and we wont be tied down by marriage/debts/affiliations.

      Comment by Freeman — April 28, 2014 @ 6:00 pm

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