The Messiah
03-26-2002, 03:41 PM
Okay everybody, its time once again for Messianic Visions 101 with your host The Messiah!
First off Id like to say that it gives me a fucking headache sitting here and coming up with a different essay EVERY FUCKING WEEK, but I do it for I am The Messiah and my love is boundless, endless, and shitless (hopefully).
Anyway, this weeks topic is a current theme on board, Your stupid 'never there for you' friends and drugs.
Well, now where to begin, where to begin. I mean theres a endless supply of humor when you see your shitball for a pal foaming at the mouth, convulsing on "really good shit".
Example: You call your friend on little cutesy wootsey cell phone, maybe leech some herb off of them, cause dammit its friday and you dont even know what the hell a job is to start with. They tell you in slurred illformed druggie talk "whash upth! geth yuuuur ash ove-" silence.
HELLO HELLO! WHERE DID THEY GO! UHOH! OH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! What could have happened to my poor junkie freind who always has the best KB in town?!?!?
You, in your guiltless fit of emotion, dash over to the mystery that awaits!
As you walk in the door to the lair of the villanous intoxicated feind, the odor of wretched bile and human waste hit you over the headlike a ton of- Oh wait! thats no uncontrolled release of body odor and waste, thats your own maligned depravity seeping through the thin veil of fake caring and helper feelings you are trying so skittishly and unconvincingly to push forward on those who seek to judge or spurn you.
Ahh the home of sin, lying around are the oh so familiar tools of the trade,....hmmmmm an extra butane canister, you need that, and hey most likey your freind is dead, so why let the cops bag it as "evidence" right?
You quickly follow the scent to the bedroom, the often used place of lust.
There before you on the floor is the bane of their own existence, the horrible, ghastly, overdosed junkie.
Foam pours from his mouth as if itself were trying hoplessly to escape the pain of death. Alas, it was too much, their eyes rolled back, the slight twitch of the soon-to-be lifeless body and the smell that in turn makes yourself vomit. Oh the truthfull vision of God's unrelenting wrath! ::sigh::
You walk over and kick the body, being careful not to touch anything, as one might implicate themselves in the ordeal, as his body responds to the nudge with the last of its energy, a sack of emerald green escapes their pocket.
Whats this? Is this...hoooooooly shit, thats a half of some Hawian Sativa! sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet!
This kat had taste, well I mean they were your freind right? of course they did, you didnt hang around people of filth or anyth- wait strike that. oh well.
Hey,hmmmm, They aint gonna miss it much! Besides, they made the volition to do "too much" and now they are paying for it, so grab it and get the hell out of there!
and thats that.
What did we learn this week? Well we learned that sometimes your freinds can keep giving even after they have left this world, wether they want to or not haha! We learned that as long as you look like you tried to help, TAKE THE FREE STUFF! And we learned that love means never having to say I do.
I hope you enjoyed this little trip we took, I hope it was as much down memory lane for you as it was for me! LMFAO!
anyway, tata for now, and until next week, Messianic Visions 101 is DISMISSED!
First off Id like to say that it gives me a fucking headache sitting here and coming up with a different essay EVERY FUCKING WEEK, but I do it for I am The Messiah and my love is boundless, endless, and shitless (hopefully).
Anyway, this weeks topic is a current theme on board, Your stupid 'never there for you' friends and drugs.
Well, now where to begin, where to begin. I mean theres a endless supply of humor when you see your shitball for a pal foaming at the mouth, convulsing on "really good shit".
Example: You call your friend on little cutesy wootsey cell phone, maybe leech some herb off of them, cause dammit its friday and you dont even know what the hell a job is to start with. They tell you in slurred illformed druggie talk "whash upth! geth yuuuur ash ove-" silence.
HELLO HELLO! WHERE DID THEY GO! UHOH! OH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! What could have happened to my poor junkie freind who always has the best KB in town?!?!?
You, in your guiltless fit of emotion, dash over to the mystery that awaits!
As you walk in the door to the lair of the villanous intoxicated feind, the odor of wretched bile and human waste hit you over the headlike a ton of- Oh wait! thats no uncontrolled release of body odor and waste, thats your own maligned depravity seeping through the thin veil of fake caring and helper feelings you are trying so skittishly and unconvincingly to push forward on those who seek to judge or spurn you.
Ahh the home of sin, lying around are the oh so familiar tools of the trade,....hmmmmm an extra butane canister, you need that, and hey most likey your freind is dead, so why let the cops bag it as "evidence" right?
You quickly follow the scent to the bedroom, the often used place of lust.
There before you on the floor is the bane of their own existence, the horrible, ghastly, overdosed junkie.
Foam pours from his mouth as if itself were trying hoplessly to escape the pain of death. Alas, it was too much, their eyes rolled back, the slight twitch of the soon-to-be lifeless body and the smell that in turn makes yourself vomit. Oh the truthfull vision of God's unrelenting wrath! ::sigh::
You walk over and kick the body, being careful not to touch anything, as one might implicate themselves in the ordeal, as his body responds to the nudge with the last of its energy, a sack of emerald green escapes their pocket.
Whats this? Is this...hoooooooly shit, thats a half of some Hawian Sativa! sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet!
This kat had taste, well I mean they were your freind right? of course they did, you didnt hang around people of filth or anyth- wait strike that. oh well.
Hey,hmmmm, They aint gonna miss it much! Besides, they made the volition to do "too much" and now they are paying for it, so grab it and get the hell out of there!
and thats that.
What did we learn this week? Well we learned that sometimes your freinds can keep giving even after they have left this world, wether they want to or not haha! We learned that as long as you look like you tried to help, TAKE THE FREE STUFF! And we learned that love means never having to say I do.
I hope you enjoyed this little trip we took, I hope it was as much down memory lane for you as it was for me! LMFAO!
anyway, tata for now, and until next week, Messianic Visions 101 is DISMISSED!