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To hammer one more nail in the coffin

For good measure...

Ever playing video games, and you're like "WHY WON'T HE DDIIIIEEEEEEEEE", and that is me, the superboss. You were born fucked.

On the part of being born fucked, I could lol at myself and say that about myself but the reality is I was born ANGRY. My soul was ANGRY before me. I've lived in torment and prejudice and struggle and poverty, fuelling my ANGER. As well whatever happened in The Woodcutter's previous life made him carry this way, this far, this MAD. So why does he fell them? What would make him tasked to cripple those dark souls and why seem to have vengeance? The pursuit of pursuit, it is. They simply lie by the way, after me. I believe this can be also called, trail blazing. RIP IT UP!

Yes, sounds crazy, and I'm crazy. After the last 4 years I've had, the true psychopath in me is awakening and some, who knows when, time ago I plowed the last stop sign and I will just increase. With less to stop me. Be amazed however, at the degree of certainty you might witness for most people are shallow and see only face value, they see nor seek true power, or truth and even do not know what they do .. when they DOUBT. Poor choice, suit yourself. You weren't invited.

So another thing that I'm saying good bye to is the ENTIRETY OF HUMAN FRIENDSHIPS I've made (internet friends get a pass on this), and no longer take up those old friendships as friendships any more. I've said good bye to the best one, and the last one now and what is it I am after, you might ask? Do you act in DOUBT? Suppose you'd think, "Oh he's running from something", or "guilty conscience", however what every LAST MOTHER FUCKER I HAVE EVER MET HAS MISTAKEN is that this is not how I think. I do not think like they, them or you think, I do not think mischieviously or competitively or by ranking. In fact however, I do think counter to mischief, offended by ranking and uninterested in competition. I am after production, creation, enlightenment and good times not assinine shit from the mouth of a goat or methods of one man greater than an another who is thus ridiculed. ALL BIGOTS MUST DIE.

What happened is over the last handful of years, all the people that I used to trust (considering trust is very rare, and to behold if you have it), and even many acquaintances and folks upon my walks that I speak to on occasion, over those handful of years started to decay in respect towards me. It is blatantly obvious, it is point blank in my view, when somebody has been told words by another reject fumble hands, some SHIT that they reveal to me OBVIOUS in their expressions they no longer respect me. So, and I've been seeing this, and watching literally A: without my being privvy, and, B: without my input all the people around me that I've grown to know in my city, turn to hate. Not ALL, but an amount of them. Prepared to single handedly ... Fight a fucking army? Would this be psychotic rage type pondering? So what if it was? I can't say that makes it any less possible, and that I WILL BE THE LAST MAN STANDING. A Christian man ought to forgive, and I shall. For some once forgotten, others I have forgotten.

Tags: meds, THEWOODCUTTERROAMS, its-so-over, bon-voyage, no-need-i-trust-no-one-with-my-coat, mindfields, wheres-the-light, God, forgiveness, good-bye, i-found-a-new-bush, i-want-my-alamoney-you-bastard, fatbass

Long live and prosper Mr. Beach

So, if you seen a recent post of mine, with a beer and Mr. Beach, my survivor Draconia, two weeks approximately ago I left him to a very quiet and rather sunny spot, where he can get watered, enjoy no animosity around about him and sun sun sun! Since approximately 2.5 years ago I was given the plant from a roommate that had virtually no way to give it light living in the garage, Mr. Beach has gone through HELL with myself also. Sadness lives in some of the memories we have together, and it's fucked because I couldn't keep a cat, for 18 whole years or more, let alone a mature houseplant. Shame on no one here, except maybe the premier of my Canadian province of Alberta who is doing the vulnerable folks in our area NO JUSTICE. Stupid evil bitch, I'd love to throw her ass onto hastings avenue with no shoes.

It was an anxious good bye to my most favorite plant of all time. I however DO still have the means to go check up on him, and I shall do that within a week or so. Another good bye that will be occuring soon is this bash blog on the8woodcutter.sh plus the domain TLD itself also. I AM HEREBY ANNOUCING THE DECOMMISSION, AS I THE WOODCUTTER HIMSELF, OF MY OWN BASH BLOG, AND .sh TOP LEVEL DOMAIN. All of the previous posts and tags and content will be preserved privately but also maybe at other times on a URI on some other domain, or another subdomain, for show and tell basically.

I intend to shovel some life things aside to get pyblog written and achieved finally. That will be the new structure in which I will have my new blog, still a the8woodcutter + some top level domain, I will not give any hints to my ideas, for obvious opsec reason. So go ahead an fucking park my domain, DOES YOU NOTHING, cuz it won't be mine anymore, just like .co was a few years ago, deceased.

XMPP is pissing me off, and fuck that network, it's gotten sour and reeks of children of discord. When was I supposed to be suprised that XMPP network get overrun by young discord dumbfucks? I literally never was. There are many good places, but I'm an asshole, and so are a number of others. The thing about that is asshole begat asshole, so don't be an asshole, and enjoy the rest of your week.

I appreciate all the silent followers, and the folks that subscribed to the RSS. I hope that during those times where I was living in an eccentric state of mind, and my writing style may have seemed a little weird, when life gives you lemons you get some gin and have a drink. God bless you all, even any evil bastard ones too cuz hell is not a nice place. I've BEEN THERE.

Tags: prosperity, mr-beach, my-leafy-buddy, assholes, decommissioned-blog, the8woodcutter-sh, the8woodcutter, blogging, blog, good-bye, til-next-time, vip-only, no-assholes, where-is-the-exit, farewell, pyblog