The ugly truth

"I am from the Damghar area in Buner. There was no school in our area so I decided to start a school. At first we had only 28 children but with time the number rose to 90.

That was four years ago. One day, the Taleban arrived in my village. They threatened to kill me if I didn't close it down. I informed the other villagers that it was not possible for me to continue to run the school. That's how it ended.

 I feel very sorry, because the kids were so bright."

Kind of makes me question the value of those degrees I keep totting. Let's re-cap. I, and a very large number of people are paying like 20K a head to be here. I barley work, the work I take seriously is nothing to be proud of, and the half assed stuff I slop together at the last minute is always met with praise. This school kisses your ass for handing anything in on time, and they'll fall over each other to stroke the credit out of your cock until you're sleepy and concede. But I digress...

My best, well... the closet thing I have to a male best friend is a drug dealer. I watch him literally do tricks that would make wall street cream and soil themselves. These kids will drop mommy and daddies left over cash on bags and bags of grass. The least they then could do in return is to show to class every once in a while... but do they even do that? Nope. I love over hearing people failing out of classes because they were either too stoned or stupid. In a school where the most you have to do is crank together 3rd grade level essays, with the same amount of research work.

Fuck it. You know what... I'm so under impressed with Columbia College Chicago (the CCC) that my final essays will read something like this.

"Hello. I am is here tootalk 2 you today about biology. Biology is a very interesting subjectz of all the subjectz to be studying here for you today. I am in like with how biologziesz makes me think about the human body, because of course, haha. I am human, I hope...."

Yeah I can already see that one coming back with A on it... or like one of those little check plus signs they do. Yeah that'd be nice. Most likely though it'd come with an * on it saying "Please see me after class-- So I can go down on you, A check-plus."

Yeah Fuck you too-

"Was it that... I [had] the courage to be bad, or that millions of Americans didn't possess the courage to be good"- George Jung

Something Wonderful is Going to Happen

It is of my personal intuition that (A) really stupid, immature, selfish and obscene gesture HAS to be done on someone's part. And I... well I'm just the guy to do it!

(maybe)

Another True story

All semester I've been going to well and writing about true life stories and experiences. One of those choices that I made was to write about certain "moments" between me and my ex girlfriend (Raggedy-Anne). I did so tastefully, and trust  me (Raggedy-Anne) they were sweet and truthful- I promise. 

Today I met my professor today for one last conference. We talked about the latest piece of fiction I'd just turned in. He had a lot of good and really helpful feedback. But in the piece I turned in he highlighted one particular part.

"Alkaline 9 volt battery charge hits my tongue. She tastes like copper and vanilla. Her skin is delicate and soft. People are staring and {Raggedy-Anne} hates the attention, but she presses her self into me. She means it this time."

He tells me that all semester I've slipped stories in about this character, this (Raggedy-Anne). Says my writing changes when I talk about her. He says I write more passages like the one above, which he thought was really strong and really stood out. 

The whole point of the story we were talking about was a story about my parents, and paragraph above was just a brief shot of (Raggedy-Anne). But that's where it started. He said the story about my parents worked out really well, but he was really interested to know more about (Raggedy-Anne). 

Makes me wonder- across countries and oceans, how do you still boil my blood?

A dream come true

BEHOLD GALACTUS 

EATER OF WORLDS

TREMBLE MORTAL

Swastika Girls (a poem for my trio)

He wanted her for War Crimes

But she wanted him for Love!!!

It's hot as hell buddy

But you'll shiver at the touch

of [these] Teutonic Torture-goddesses

and Their Luftwaffe of Lust!

You'll Never forget the hot lead KISS of...

THE SWASTIKA GIRLS!

Real Life Conversations between ME and my Room Mate (RM)

ME: Ok what we're looking at here is a shitty future. We can't afford weed, neither of us can get laid if we had 100 dollar bills coming out of our zippers. I think ritual suicide is the only option here.

RM: Well what can we afford?

ME:  Dude we have like 18 bucks here, that's not even enough for a gram. You want to smoke half a blunt? Like really what's that going to do besides tease us? I-

RM: Well let me check my bank.

ME: No don't even bother cracking opening your piggy bank. No this situation (aptly titled The Sitch!), requires big people money here not-

RM: SMASH*

ME: HOLY SHIT DUDE THERE'S LIKE 1000$ DOLLARS THERE!

RM: I know. 

ME: Where did you get all that money?

RM: Oh I kill people. Then I take their money and put it here. Yeah i've been doing it for a while, I really like it!

ME: You're fucking crazy!

RM: I think we have enough here for a QP

ME: Crazy Awesome!