Now why the fuck, is all porn art nowadays, call me old-fashioned when I say that porn should be porn. I love art, and it’s very important for your intellectual development, but what the hell does it have to do with fucking?
And another thing, what the fuck is up with all those positions? Can’t you just fuck!? Believe me, I tried some of them, and I was dizzy after fucking. People are crazy nowadays..
Just stick with what you know. Art is art, porn is porn!
Regards,
John Sacks
A wise man would say a drunk man writes best, sadly, I am only mildly intoxicated, so my work will probably be mediocre, aiming for mildly interesting.
My life-journey took me to Bloomingdale aan zee today, a small party-club on a beach in Bloemendaal. The dance-party I went to with two of my friends, was called Delicious. It was supposed to be for 16 and older, I myself am only 20, so I wagered 16 would be an age I could still relate to.
To my dismay, however, in the parking lot, we already overheard a few girls talking about using fake id’s. We didn’t let that knowledge bring our moods down, and we started off by having a drink at a bar by the ocean. Little did we know, that those drinks then and there would be highlights in the day in store for us.
Upon our entering, we quickly spotted that the fake id’s worked, not only for the four girls we overheard, but for about the entire party. Honestly, I believe we were the only ones over eighteen, under 16′s however, weren’t rare. The saddest picture was a girl, could not be thirteen years old, grinding and making out (not the sweet, but the slobbering kind) with a guy almost twice her age.
Now I don’t like to sound like an old man, but what the hell happened to kids this days? When I was thirteen, I was just discovering slow dancing, and kissing? Fuck, I didn’t even think about doing that yet. Where has the youth gone? What the hell has happened to kids these days?
But more importantly, why the sodding fuck aren’t parents stepping in? Is this normal?
To borrow an expression from one of my favourite series, I must be an analogue guy in this digital world of ours, because I just don’t freaking get it.
Roberto Strife
Seriously, some Dutch bloggers need to learn to write.
First of all, if you write a blog in Dutch, why the hell, would you randomly insert English words? That’s not even the worst though, it’s also very sad if, by using the English words, the writer makes it so very clear he or she can’t speak a word of English. I’m not claiming to be flawless myself, but sometimes, it’s just too much.
This tiny little frustrational (I know that’s not English either, but I used it anyway, so there) piece is based on a story by -Irene- of Dutch blogging/networking site MyDiary, or should I say MyDreary? Because the combined talent of these imbeciles is even less than that of DBC Pierre (Writer of Vernon God Little).
I’m getting off-tracked again, the direct root of my issues with Intellectually challenged Dutchmen using English words, was that little Irene attempted to write, it’s been too long, in one of her latest stories sadly titled, “Ik mis jou ook”, or “I miss you too” in English. The clearly talented (warning: sarcasm) Dutch writer, however, had some trouble spelling it. The final result:
It’s bin to long.
So sad. Nevertheless, I find the word bin very appropriate for this story, I just would’ve added garbage to it.
A sad reader/writer,
Roberto Strife
Writing this might take a little bit of the wonderful air of mystery surrounding me away, but heck, I thought I’d write it anyway.
I like to play Fifa 10, I always beat my friends fairly easy, and on-line I win almost every match with at least a 3-goal differential. So some of my dear friends thought I should enter a tournament to make some money out of it. So I did, I entered Fifa-Live.
In preparation I played a few on-line matches, I won 8 to 2 and 9 to 1. So my confidence was at a high. I thought I would be surrounded by geeks and nerds there, but there were even a few fairly normal people. The tournament started off with a group stage. Looking at my opponents, I thought I’d be able to handle them all.
I’ll tell you all the results right away, I got schooled! I lost 7-0, 5-0, 2-0, and won just one match (3-1), damn, how the hell did these guys get so freaking good!? Is this there only occupation or something? What the F! I didn’t stand a freaking chance in hell!
Roberto Strife
First of all, I’d like to state, I’m not a die-hard atheist, my beef isn’t with the man upstairs in any way. I love the G-man, even though ol’ Johnny here is doomed to spend his life in eternal damnation.
But organized religion does suck, why you ask?
One woman, an Atheist, died just before she turned 80, she lived a fairly pure life. She had only fucked one man, her husband, who died at 59. She did fall in love after, but decided not to pursue. She never stole, only drank once. She was always nice and respectful to everyone, never spoke or even thought a bad thought in her entire life. She had three children and raised them according to her standard, as outstanding people, who knew that their mother would always be there for them.
On the other hand, we have a businessman, died at 59, smoked and drank all his life. He had 2 children, but didn’t see them that much, for he was always pre-occupied with his work. He never thought of anything but himself. He once cheated, but confessed, he stole more than once, but confessed this too. He went to church every week, and prayed every day.
According to Christianity who has more chance of being allowed into heaven? The religious dickhead, or the righteous Atheist? Now what I thought, is that God should embody all that is good in the world. Sending you to hell because you don’t honour him by praying to him. It doesn’t matter if you’re a good person, it just matters if you follow HIS rules. That even sounds a little like dictatorship and self-glorification.
So the man that’s supposed to embody all that’s good, is a self-glorifying dictator! Now that’s plain brilliant! Couldn’t have thought of that!
John Sacks
Why is the word we love most this age freedom? Freedom of choice, freedom of opinion, Freedom! Is it really worth so much to us? Even if you hurt someone, even if you insult an entire race, it’s freedom of fucking opinion! Nowadays that realization is only fortified if you look for any random forum on the internet.
Fuck you all, fuck you all
Fuck you all, fuck you all
I hate you shits.
Now that, my friends, qualifies as an opinion these days, now maybe it’s just me, but I would like to have taboos again, on one of the profile pages I check regularly I found this post:
Sex
That’s what I want right now, just to get fucked hard again, wonderful.
Does this society have no shame any more, that we feel it needed to share our most intimate of deeds with the whole wide world, why the hell would we? It’d be easy for me to write about how I jacked off in the next ten seconds, of course, nowadays, you need to be able to do it in that amount of time, because the videos only run that long, but I choose to keep it to myself! I don’t care what a slut you are, just keep it indoors!
Have we forgotten that there are other people who may have an opinion of their own, that might not agree with the opinion of another person. Can’t we see that we live here together? Can’t we see that one day we might need one another, is there anyone that understands that you can’t just say everything you want, just out of consideration for his fellow man?
Roberto Strife
Now I was flirting with a fine female specimen for quite awhile, with whom I thought I shared nothing more than platonic attraction, but in the first month of me knowing her, she did try something, so I kindly told her I had no interest in her whatsoever, but I also told her that if she did not mind, I would like to keep on flirting with her, just because I liked to flirt.
So we kept on flirting for the remainder of the year, then she meets a guy as ugly as a horned toad, due to the bad shape of his facial features, I felt inclined to ask her: “what the hell does he have that turns you on?” She replies: “At least he doesn’t lead me on like some guys do.”
Now come on, how can a guy that specifically said he doesn’t want anything romantic from you, be leading you on? Some woman make it too easy to be misogynistic. Who can understand this stunning display of intelligence?
John Sacks
November 22nd, the most dramatic breakup ever, December 10th, a post on MyDiary (a Dutch diary-website), translated for clear purposes:
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Love
I think I’m in falling in love again, I feel like the happiest girl in the world, he texted me the following: *corny alert* I can’t fly, but today my head is still up in the clouds. *corny alert off*
I’ve been messaging with him for a few hours now and I can’t stop smiling.
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Now excuuuuuse me, but HOW THE HELL can a girl that threatens to jump off the nearest bridge, because a boy breaks up with her, be in love with another guy again within merely THREE weeks! Either she’s very resilient, or she’s the hugest drama-queen I’ve ever met. Honestly, I’ve been tearing myself up over how much I hurt this girl, and after just three weeks she’s over it! I mean FUCK! Moreover, I also spoke with a friend of hers, who told me that she’d said she’d do it before.
I don’t know, I’ve really fretted about this, as I have worried over her before, whilst she has broken my will, broken my faith and broken my heart time and time again. Eventually, there will be a moment where I choose not to care any more, at some moment you have to stop caring, just to live on.
Roberto Strife
