A new way to power the earth and reduce strain on resources

This is the thing. Nobody gives a fuck anymore. I mean, some people do, but most people don't. Most of the world belong to the human disgrace.

Here's what I reckon. Good people like you and me, people who recycle and wear a fleece instead of cranking on the heating, we deserve a better place to live.

For example, if you search for Al Gore on Twitter, he's there, but then there are a load of dick cunts who seem to think Al Gore is a joke. I mean, yeah, he's a little over sentimental, but the fact is that if cunts had voted for him instead of that mother fucking twat Bush, king of the ant monkeys, then the world would be a better place now. That is no joke.

So, I think, if you are not an ant monkey or a cunt then you should be given a special gun that spits out targeting chips. These chips can then be fired at anyone the good people think is a cunt or an ant monkey, and then the cunts all get rounded up by the police and burned and the heat from that could be used to power all the big power stations so we can all live endlessly burning and consuming while the skies grow smoky with the stink of burning flesh and we continue to drive big cars and chuck shit in rivers and hunt whales and eat steak and lobster while people burn and die and we laugh and smoke cigars.

That is what I honestly believe.

The Human Disgrace

The human cock fucks its mother
The human fist strikes its brother
The human brain thinks only of money
The human shit burns
The human smoke blackens the sky
The human feet trample the trees
The human greed consumes the world
The human mouth lies and snarls
The human cunt bleeds toxic waste
The human eye sees only itself
The human face resembles its arse
The human word does nothing at all
The human fingers hold a burning cigar
The human stomach digests its ethics
The human smear remains on the earth
The human ear is deaf
The human heart is numb
The human race is a fucking disgrace

Blogg what? Who gives a sugar coated shit?

Just went from following 30 people on twitter to following way over 100. I hope it improves my number of followers – not that it fucking means anything because no bloggers read other peoples’ stuff they just want people to read their own and everyone on twitter is just banging on about mad shit and none of it makes any fucking sense and I’m here actually teaching a lesson and banging on about shit and no one gives a fuck especially me. Down with ant monkeys – the human disgrace!
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The Antmonkeys are building a glasshouse to throw stones in

The Antmonkeys are building a glasshouse to throw stones in

By this I mean that as the earth gets hotter due to our incessant greed and imbalanced growth we are also poising ourselves for a war "which will not end in our lifetimes." So basically, we are fucked and there is nothing we can do about it.

So, what can we do about it? Well, do what you can on an individual level. Don't be an Antmonkey. That means, don't chuck stuff away when it can be recycled. Write letters to your local council or government asking them to make recycling compulsory so we can force the other antmonkeys to take care of the planet. Reduce the demand for carbon fuel by using less energy, being more energy efficient and being green wherever possible. It's pretty simple.

Arnie is following me on Twitter

Arnie is fucking following me on Twitter. God, I must be awesome, Governor Schwarzenegger is following me on twitter. I told my wife, she couldn't believe it and then she said 'why?' Meaning why the fucking fuck is Arnie following a worthless cunt like you? I pretended to be surprised and then we both laughed because I was thinking the exact same thing. Why the fuck is Arnie following me? I sent him a personal message through twitter asking that. Arnie, why the fuck are you following me? Anyway, I was feeling pretty shit about the fact that my work is unpublished and my day-job is beneath me yada yada yada but now that Arnie is following it's like a pat on the back, no, better than that, like a fucking sign from god. No, actually, the reality is even cooler than a sign from god. A fucking sign from Arnie!

Blogg£r$ B£ware

Last post I said please don't email me about ways to make money from blogging. Guess fucking what? Some dude emails me straight up saying that cos my blog is well written I'm one a of select few who can sign up to this thing where you get paid for posting. He obviously didn't read my blog that carefully! However, human greed is a powerful thing and I'm probably going to hang up my principles and sell out cos that's just the kind of shitty world we live in. Fuck you all, I'm off to Greece.

Blog your way to better moronism

God, blogging like this on so many different sites - I'm sure it will never get me anywhere. And, if you have found a way of making money from blogs please, I'm not interested! I just want people to read my novel.
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On Twitter I've got no idea who to follow, so I'm just searching for porn stars and then following their biggest fans - these losers are awesome. They tweet things like they would utter little nothings to a loved one. Like, "I'm just going for a shower, see you soon." or "It's so weird to be in Greg's flat again."
So many inanely beautiful windows of loneliness. God, we're all fucking Ant Monkeys