Thursday December 14

10:55 am

 

Q&A:  “Is there any way that the rage can be defeated?” I like this one, it’s medieval tone, I feel like a knight slaying a dragon and if the rage was that dragon, I would have said there is no force that can defeat that kind of power. Although as of late, I am beginning to think that maybe love might be a worthy adversary to the rage but I personally think the rage would win out. I have been doing some experiments on this provocative subject and the results are not yet available. Stay tuned.

 

Much like Golf is going to be tuned into the aforementioned power of the rage very shortly. SitRep:  Golf is a female dick. She possesses all of the dick qualities and has been fully vetted. She’s going to die. Thankfully though she has no direct family and lives alone in her rented shitbox house. No wonder she is such a dick, if I lived in there I wouldn’t wait for someone to off me, I would do it myself. So this means we can get creative and as I’m experimenting with new emotions, I think I need to expand my hobby list. I mean I am now an avid baseball player, spear fisherman and, I add with pride, shark catcher, what’s next? While you ponder that and I know you ponder that because I have already read some of your suggestions and the rage was actually offended by two of them….sick fuckers, consider your muse. Golf has a dog. Awww you say…..yeah. In the day(s) of surveillance I have done, the dog never once was taken off the 10’ chain it is tied to in the backyard. The food and water were filled up once in all that time and that just pisses me the fuck off. You know what I did don’t you, I called Kevin and consulted my man, that’s why they gave him to me. Kevin would not get behind me shoving an ice pick up Golf’s ass but he was strangely silent to the possibility that said dog might mysteriously disappear only to reappear at a farm 22 miles out of town where a 14 year old boy just lost his own dog. I take Kevin’s muteness as a hearty blessing. My man! Golf on the other hand is going to be wishing she was that dog’s shit because that is a step up from where she is going.

 

Night op.

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