Look mother! Ive become a four dimensional butterfly.

Really I feel this is a representation of not just a butterfly but a recreation of ourselves and the lives we lead. IT'S SOOOO DEEEEEP!

Steps for getting a wife.

Just like any fine process in life, there is a series of events scientificly proven to increase the probability of success. Picking a wife is no exception to this rule. First things first we must think long and hard about how to approach a possible candidate. The boy standing beside me is overcome by my dizziling intelect.



Next is to find a woman who's already dressed for the occasion. Make sure upon first meeting that you are in your finest atire. This one seems particularly lively, always a bonus.



And finally in the manliest fasion you can cart the broad off to your long awaited life together in eternal harmony.

Who are you people.

hehehehehehehe

Just a touch of the Irish.

Well the summer turned out for the most part,.... Okay... I think. I'm really trying to still figure everything out so I don't go entirely insane but it might be a little late for that. ARRRGGHHH, KISS ME I'M IRISH.

When life hands you lemons, squirt them into your eye to remind you how much lemons suck.

Why do I always seem to receive lemons when all I really want in this life is to get anything but those stupid damn lemons (anything will do). Well going into the second week of kids camp (you know the kids camp that I was looking forward to all this time, the kids camp where I was going to have so much fun, the kids camp where I could forget about all my other problems) it seems that I can't have my cake or eat it too. instead I get into a scooter accident (which is a really sissy kind of motorbike accident) where I recieve numorous injuries, one of wich is beggining to get infected, I get a inflamed throat which means I can't talk (GIVE ME DEATH), and of course just in case my immune system isn't struggling enough, I've got a friggin fever. On top of all of that, it's just the beggining of the week and I still have to look after these kids which is way beyond my energy level. Pardon me... It's now crying time.

What about being pure?

I've recently been thinking about this a lot more than I usually do, examining my life and my beliefs as i usually do. Where did we go wrong where did we go right, how far is too far, and why we are righteous or not. Are people who consider themselves religious or righteous denying themselves something by forcing people to feal guilty or has our society twisted what a relationship should be to the point where it is an abomination. I lost the will to follow the teachings of the bible just because somebody told me to a long time ago, and if you still follow some belief just because that was the way you raised, is just foolish. Instead challenge what you know or what you have been told to either prove it wrong or make that belief stronger. So now, why be pure? What is gained and lost from being pure or not. If you get instant gratifacation from haveing sex or masturbating why not do it all the time, why not do it in the street, why not do it whenever you feel like. What fullfillment comes from it. What is beneficial besides the instant gradifacation. If you can honostly look at where the sex has been taken it to in it's extreams, such as beastiality and snuff films and torture and other demented uses in which sex has been dragged through, and still think that there isn't a darkness there, then I have to honostly say that you are souless. Even looking at regular porn it doesn't seem to be right. But if we reduce sex to it's most wholesome and purest form, what is it? Does marrage in our society work any more. And if it does for who and why. I find to look at anything objectively you have to take any situation and move towards infinity, see where it gets you and if it's bad then don't do it, if it's good, then do it. This is the rule by which i determine whether I should or shouldn't do something. So if in a relationship you have sex because you want it and you want the other person to give it to you, then that seems to be selfish. Move that towards infinity what do you get. You get rape, abuse and other distorted sexual fantasies. So move in the other direction. If you want sex because it is something that you share with someone, if sex is something that you hold so prescious that it takes all of your love and effort just to give it away to one peron, then what do you have. So why be pure?

Life is life.

Well I am still recooperating from my small injury. It's becoming realy irratating.I feel very useless because I can't do nearly even a quarter of the things I once did. Though I do get to take oodles of medications that make me oh so happy. In the mean time I have been keeping my self busy by taking on some office work here and there, which is deffinately something different. I'm still not sure if this different is good or bad but at least I'm doing something. I have also recently taken up yoga to try and help with stretching and stuff like that. And I know what your thinking, "But Dave yoga is not the true way of the viking." But that's ok, I've gotten over that, now I'm just trying to get over the creepy candle and six armed budha thing that the instructor has. Everything else is pretty well. I'm not sure yet but I think I'm starting to get along with Leah, the troublesome and confusing girl who is running our program, which is in complete conflict with my whole ideal that women are evil. Heh I'm not sexest or anything but the math speaks for itself.

Women require time and money.
Women=time*money
We all know time is money.
time=money
So
Women=money*money=money^2
And we know money is the root of all evil
Money=evil^1/2
Therefore by substitution.
women=(evil^1/2)^2

WOMEN=EVIL

shocking isn't it.

Naaaaaachoooooooooo!

Eventhough I'm in the middle of a mexican wretling headlock quintet, I'm pretty sure I'm winning. Look at those arms, they're so beefy. mmmmm... beef.

Blahhhh, it's only a meare flesh wound!

Yes, yes I know i was supposed to be doing more postings on this blog and I was supposed to redisign it, but as of late I have been overcome by an injury. Yes me! to be done in by a meare back injury is unspeakable but it has happened. But I have been taking oodles of drugs so I should be back to my usual raping and pillaging self in no time. In the mean time I have locked my self away as a way of protecting my self against large predators, like bears and massive mythical birds of the kind, so as to keep myself safe in my weakened state.