12  Sep
You Selfish Fuck

Arriving in Wilmington, you’re greeted by

America

everything is broken in this country

vote Trump

…….you fucking disgust me

Posted by Krank, filed under Awesomeness. Date: September 12, 2016, 12:38 pm | No Comments »

Where to start?  When did it all go sideways?  This is all I can think over and over again, while I’m winding my way through these weird streets.  No one speaks English and I’m getting nervous because the further I go the meaner everyone looks.  Good god, how did I get to this point?  I mean other than all the booze and drugs…Yikes.  What a mess.  There can’t be many explanations here that work, so let me try them all and see which one sticks best with you, dear reader.  But later, when I have had the proper amount of time to digest all the weird craziness I’ve just endured.

 

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Posted by Krank, filed under Awesomeness. Date: May 3, 2016, 11:37 pm | No Comments »

17  Apr
:)

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don’t forget:
everything
will
work
out
maybe;
be
optimistic

Posted by Krank, filed under Awesomeness. Date: April 17, 2016, 3:52 am | No Comments »

Yikes! The most abhorrent man in recent memory (well since the last Republican President) is poised to win the nomination for his party and the best choice for the nomination of the other party is going to lose to an establishment nominee. This shouldn’t be surprising, really, given the low education levels of the populace and the saturation of the media which consists of puppet pundits drilling buzz-words into the aforementioned semi-retarded populaces heads. You stupid fucks don’t get it, and you never will. It started with Reagan (hell maybe with Johnson), and it’s just gotten more bastardized since. You’ve lost your industry, you’ve lost your initiative, and you are electing people who don’t care about you.

“Ask not what your country can do for you, ask what you can do for your country.”

He was right – and what he stood for would have continued to bring the country forward. Now it’s the opposite, and you morons care more about the Kardashians than the policies that will help the country build for the 21st century. You think it’s a good idea to vote for a xenophobic monster. You think it’s a good idea to vote for a establishment candidate. Enjoy the results, you fucking idiots.

I look forward to watching everything you love burn. You evidently won’t learn from history, so have fun being the new Rome. Hubris is great.

Et Tu Brute?

Posted by Krank, filed under Awesomeness. Date: March 17, 2016, 10:50 pm | No Comments »

Hey guys!!!!

I’ve literally been cycling through songs for 5 minutes and I decided on Body Counts “Cop Killer”. I remember getting this tape after it had been banned, at Music World, and feeling pretty cool for having it. Even the girl at the counter was surprised there was a copy left!

I also remember Chris Dorner, who was an honorably discharged Lieutenant in the US Navy, later to become a LAPD officer, a position he was railroaded out of for speaking against brutality that he witnessed on the job. He would later be burned to death by police after he made a stand against the injustice brought against him. The cops also shot up some people that they had no business shooting up, with no repercussions. In closing, keep your head up, watch out for police.

I haven’t forgotten you, Chris.

Read this (from @thesurrealnezua on Twitter)

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Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Posted by Krank, filed under Awesomeness. Date: February 25, 2016, 8:36 pm | No Comments »

13  Apr
NEVR 4GET

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Posted by Krank, filed under Awesomeness. Date: April 13, 2015, 12:58 pm | No Comments »

Brutality and humanity are the same thing – each is a description of the other. We spend more money as a civilization coming up with ways to murder each other (with the purported interest in “protecting” our populace) than we do in actually establishing and funding programs to protect and better our populace. The Leviathan’s wheels keep turning, greased on the blood and sweat of the fools (myself included) who toil their lives away thinking they will some day magically break free of the proverbial boot on their neck. This is a fallacy. We, the people, are doomed to our fates. The top is not going to have the bottom rise up. Equality is a myth. Settle in and enjoy the ride. We will all live and die as nothing – there will be revolutions, there will be changes in power. But no paradigm shift is coming. Corruption will be replaced by corruption. Old lies will be replaced with new lies.

Get used to this, get comfortable with the shadow of the axe that hangs over every joy, and things aren’t so bad. Let’s keep striving forward like rats in a sewer, clamoring for more than we have, that big deal, that dry warm place to rest, the silence around you that you pay an exorbitant amount of money for just to drown out the din of the unwashed masses. This is a petty and useless goal. The only thing keeping you balanced up above the hoard is your job. Imagine your life if you were unemployed for 12 months. Your house, your car, your savings – none of it makes you any better than the rest of us – it cushions you from reality. You hide behind money and security and pretend the rest of us don’t exist. The darker picture is most often the correct one. When you read the history of the world you are reading a saga of bloodshed and greed and folly, the import of which is impossible to ignore. And yet we continuously imagine that the future will somehow be different. Peace to the world! Really?

World peace is the construct of a child or an idiot, each unaware of what reality circumscribes.

We used to be controlled through direct threats to our lives, public torture and executions of those who spoke against leaders or religion, those who sought a different path. Now we’re kept in control by media saturation, patriot acts and the omnipresent threat of terrorism and shark attacks and monsters in the night. Celebrity mishaps and debauchery keep us distracted from the actual issues gripping us by the throat and dragging us down as a society. Public malaise is, for the most part, reserved for what idiotic thing Kanye West and the countless other half-wit “celebs” of his ilk said or did. Ignorance is exalted, intelligence is shunned. Nothing is changing for the better and it will only get worse. Giddyap.

I know why Jesus wept
motherfucker

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Posted by Krank, filed under Awesomeness. Date: March 22, 2015, 5:57 pm | No Comments »

Mi Amigos!

Once more I am back to relate to you my doings and happenings! As I may have mentioned previously (my brain doesn’t work well!) I was being purposely carted out to a location with my sleeping friends, and after some amount of time we were all happily dropped 6 feet into what seemed a spacious new place! Shortly after I was showered with warming and wonderful dirt! This went on for some time and I became quite warm, which was nice after spending mucho time in my cold sleep-cage between my humanity-saving tests but also it was very hard to breathe! Although my fingernails had been removed in order to test how people react to having their fingernails removed (I think I did well!) I began to feebly scratch and crawl through my very heavy earth-blanket, eventually coming to the surface and then lying on it for hours, my creaking, raspy breath coming in spurts while trying to remember who and where I was! My sleeping friends I believe are still resting under their dirt blanket and I am confident they will wake up soon to join me in my never-ending heaven that is life!

badgermeatspinAfter finding the energy to once again move I was able to make it to a fence, which I then used my remaining teeth to bite through (as mi padre had taught me – vaya con dios Rodrigo!) and off I went into the vast and inviting American landscape! And friends, I have once more found employment, and am proud to call myself a fish dumpster associate! My employer says it’s the only thing that smells worse than I do, although I think he may be joshing me!

As a plus to my employment, I’m also allowed to sleep in the dumpster and eat as much as I can, so long as no one can hear me as I make raspy, guttural noises as only a man with mostly severed vocal chords can when he bites through viscera and randomly strewn garbage as he tries to ingest some measure of sustenance! One night a gang of opossums (or a passel!) came to visit and ate a lot of my right arm while I was in one of my deep-sleeps that I believe are referred to as a “coma caused by severe brain trauma”, visited upon me by my hilarious co-workers!

This has taken many hours to write as you can imagine due to my missing fingers and what I was told by the doctor is a raging infection that could be treated quite easily if only I had health insurance or were paid in money!

She declined my offer of payment in half eaten fish skulls! I am confident my work friends will begin calling me lefty among all the other things they call me as they punch and kick me while I help place the rancid fish guts into my sleeping space. If I could speak I would yell “hooray!” as my life is even better than it’s ever been now that I’m employed and have a home! And some of my fingernails even grew back!

I feel sick always!

Until next time my gracious readers!

Posted by Krank, filed under Roberto Sanchez. Date: January 4, 2015, 2:01 pm | No Comments »

Bury me in a nameless grave
I came from God the world to save.
I brought them wisdom from above:
Worship, & liberty, & love.
They slew me for I did disparage
Therefore, Religion, Law & Marriage.
So be my grave without a name
That earth may swallow up my shame.

It is time for the apparently tri-annual update to this desolate piece of internet landscape – so here we goooooooooooooooooooo! (please read that as someone saying “go” in an elongated fashion, not that there is some sort of “goo” fest about to begin. I’m not into that. Not since that time in Cozumel. Thankfully everything is cheap there, including paying off cops when they find you naked and blood-drenched, wandering along the beach, dragging your new friend by the ankle and daring sharks to leap forth from the horror-filled depths and take a shot at you. (If you’re reading this, Manuel, I’m real sorry for my actions that night, tequila and mescaline sometimes cause me to do non-reputable things. haha, of course I’m kidding, dead kids can’t read anything!)

1262274151922Friends, I am feeling pretty good today – you could almost call my mood content, except that I never allow myself to be in such a state anymore, as I learned that contentedness leads to complacency and complacency leads to getting held down in the back of a Target by a group of brutish, foul smelling Albanians while they gang rape you. Uh, wait, I mean someone told me that’s what it leads to. Ardit, you haven’t returned my texts about the HIV test

People with no arms must feel really bad in public when they have a cold, they can’t even cough into their sleeves or blow their snot-sewer noses. That’s gross. Stay home if you’re sick, armless people! That goes for those of us who still have our upper appendages, as well. I’m sick of your shit, commuters. I’m also sick from your sicknesses, commuters.

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I HAS A HAND AND ITS GOT DISEASE


not sure why that photo caption made it a link – thanks HTML5!

If you think being at an office party and noticing you have cum stains on your pants is awkward – well you’re right.

Did you know if you take a mere one hundred dollars, do a lot of research and talk to qualified individuals about your options, and then invest it in a growing stock that you are still going to die? Life is a cruel joke.

In other news, I have a 5 page rant about inane shit (or is it?) written on a notepad that I started typing in but then I got bored with writing it into my computing device so instead here’s a picture of a hilarious cat:

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I need to hire a secretary to read my notes to me. Or actually I guess I would tell her what to write. And yes I said “her” because women are good at that kind of thing, according to Mad Men. To be honest I don’t think they have the brain capacity to listen and type at the same time, but hey, that’s TV for you. Anyways, maybe in 4 months I’ll finish writing it out and I’ll post it!

In the meantime, check out the homie Sarah’s website, she updates almost as much as I do!

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Posted by Krank, filed under Awesomeness. Date: January 4, 2015, 12:10 pm | No Comments »

I really wish I could think of something to write about. Writer’s block is a disease, people. Where is my charity to combat this vile, decimating terror that affects more people than, I dunno, leprosy? How many shitheads are sitting right now in a starbucks, staring blankly at their macbook pro, wishing only to come up with something clever for their blog about hamsters or perhaps how the world could be fixed if only we’d stop eating so much meat? Maybe that conflict for the second act of the book they’re writing is just out of their reach. I see them when someone I’m with makes me go into starbucks, and I think, “you poor bastard, if only a truck could veer off the road right now and crush every bone in your body.” Wait, I mean…no, that’s what I meant. Hipster, self-important scumbags sitting at a coffee shop with dictionaries beside them (because internet enabled computers don’t offer such things as words and definitions of words) make me want to pour my seven dollar pumpkin-spice latte directly into their eyeballs. Do these scumfucks not have an internet at home? I’m guessing these are the same people who spend more time tweeting “I’m working on my book” than they actually spend time writing a book. That no one will read. Fuck you guys.

Hey I thought of something to write about! And if you’re reading this in a coffee shop, choke on your own tongue. It’ll be the only thing that ever gets you in the news, albeit with a headline of “asshole chokes on tongue, everyone is pleased.”

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Posted by Krank, filed under Awesomeness. Date: October 5, 2014, 5:35 pm | No Comments »

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