I meant it when I said it.
Just because I've still got my blog up, posting to it, and working on 'other things' doesn't mean I didn't mean it.
It's time to dump.
Scratching through hard drives, tearing up IPs.. there is MUCH work to be done.
What tickles most is how easy it is to NOT be distracted.
No silly blah blah, no PICTURE OF THE DAY, no 'I'm going to bed now'..
Just sigh, sit back, and get ready for ARMAGEDDON.
'No imagination'.
BAH!
There is nothing quite inspiring as a thousand small chunks of metal tearing up the chest cavity of a sad sack of human flesh.
NOTHING.
Divination is in the entrails, as they say in my line of work.
Let's get this GENOCIDE started.
Head Shot!
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
Saturday, June 9, 2012
June 9, 2012
Weak.
Weak, weak, weak.
The providence of heroes.
Blocked on Facebook?
HA!
Still working on blocking facebook, myself. If I could drag it into the street with a handful of rusty concertina wire and gasoline... oh, if only.
Ignored? HA HA!
You think this is about YOU?!?!?
You STILL think this is about YOU?
Actually, this is TOTALLY about YOU.
It always has been.
A post here, a post there, slipped right in and you didn't even notice.
Did you?
have you been paying attention?
Or are you still having those 'issues' with currency?
How about those 'issues' with literacy?
Get me a spell-check, stat! No? Ah well, these idiots won't give two shits!
POST.
Sad, sad, little heroes. While you prance around, 'helping people', I'm hard at work!
I toil. Just like every BIG BOY.
Hard work. A daily grind.
Days so tedious they bend steel to their will.
And what do I do in my 'off' time?
Everything.
And nothing.
At once, the entity and background are eliminated and not eliminated.
Existing, not existing.
Here and there and not there or here.
Look. OPEN YOUR EYES.
Learn to read (a redundant effort. if you can't read.. how can you read 'learn to read'? and yes, I feel I have to spell it out for you).
I do have to spell it out for you.
You are an idiot.
When next we meet, I will show you 'hell'.
Weak, weak, weak.
The providence of heroes.
Blocked on Facebook?
HA!
Still working on blocking facebook, myself. If I could drag it into the street with a handful of rusty concertina wire and gasoline... oh, if only.
Ignored? HA HA!
You think this is about YOU?!?!?
You STILL think this is about YOU?
Actually, this is TOTALLY about YOU.
It always has been.
A post here, a post there, slipped right in and you didn't even notice.
Did you?
have you been paying attention?
Or are you still having those 'issues' with currency?
How about those 'issues' with literacy?
Get me a spell-check, stat! No? Ah well, these idiots won't give two shits!
POST.
Sad, sad, little heroes. While you prance around, 'helping people', I'm hard at work!
I toil. Just like every BIG BOY.
Hard work. A daily grind.
Days so tedious they bend steel to their will.
And what do I do in my 'off' time?
Everything.
And nothing.
At once, the entity and background are eliminated and not eliminated.
Existing, not existing.
Here and there and not there or here.
Look. OPEN YOUR EYES.
Learn to read (a redundant effort. if you can't read.. how can you read 'learn to read'? and yes, I feel I have to spell it out for you).
I do have to spell it out for you.
You are an idiot.
When next we meet, I will show you 'hell'.
Thursday, May 17, 2012
The Second Coming Of Operation: Kill Kringle
Yes, I know it's a bit early in the year to start thinking about Christmas.
Those in America are dreading these next words:
all too soon.
Time travelers beware. While moving willy-nilly through the streams, changes do not happen.
Each reality perceives itself until another dimension ignores its friend request.
The BAND.
We need a drummer.
Those in America are dreading these next words:
all too soon.
Time travelers beware. While moving willy-nilly through the streams, changes do not happen.
Each reality perceives itself until another dimension ignores its friend request.
The BAND.
We need a drummer.
Sunday, May 13, 2012
Playtime (and why it is over)
I have come before you (this is not the first time) and told you of the future.
You ignored my warnings.
You ignored (re: DENIED) my claims of genius.
I responded. You are aware of this.
I swooped low and put both fettered feet in the bile.
I was up to my decaying EYE in bull-tender.
It's time, droogs, to dispell some myth and 'magic'.
One, you are allowed the 1st no longer. Your G-D is dead. Your 'rights' are null and void.
You have had several opportunities to change your strategy with me.
And lo, have you fallen.
Your time apart was used wisely, I trust, to fortify your hold. While you tarried, seeds were planted and they took root (did I forget to mention my GREEN THUMB? I'm biting it, just so.. you know, you know).
You may now fear me.
You may now put a 'face' to the terror that keeps you up at night.
And know I KNOW.
KNOW IT.
All these dancing pieces of shit twiddling their little fuck-tard lives in my Facebook feed?
Nope.
Do I care about your DUMB SHIT?
Nope.
Can you stop me?
Nope.
D'aww, you havin' twouble weedin' da words?
CAN YOU READ NEANDERTHAL?
I got me a host of bodies. Willing and able to BEAT YOU.
And we will.
There will be a revision of a list.
Just one and then your destiny is written.
hate. i know hate.
i hate. i am hated.
i am hatred.
and for what i do next,
hate will be what consumes you.
but, i don't hate you little guy. What's to hate?
It's cute tho.
Oh so cute.
All this talk.
talk talk talk
It's getting old. So very, very old.
Just like you.
You know who's not old?
Me.
98, 81, 77, 69, 54, 49, 44, 39, 35, 33, 31, 29, 27-18, 16, 12, 9, 6, 1.
I will be as young as I like. Whatever necessitates your demise.
Yes, this means what you haven't comprehended yet.
I will be those close to you.
Your mother. Your father.
Allies, Contacts, Resources.
Ignore it again.
Comic Conventions, Fleamarkets, Car Shows, Yard Sales, Concerts, Bar Mitzvahs, Block Parties, Grand Openings, Press Conferences, Citizens in Distress, 'Super Heroes'...
Anyone, anywhere.
-Agent Wraith
(Verbose) Necromancer Extraordinaire
.- #youcaughtmemonologueing
.- #curseyou
.- #loaofevil
YOU?!? HA HA HA HA HA!
YOU THINK I'M TALKING ABOUT YOU?!??!
HA HA HA HA HA!*
That FAT CHRISTMAS FUCK.
I'm going after Christmas.
And I'm plotting (always plotting) it now.
Putting the band back together...
*Literally, I couldn't type it any LOUDER
Originally posted: 5 /13/ 12
UPDATE: Monday 21, 2012, Rex Velvet posts photo. I see your time travel, sir.
I have chronophobia. VILLAINS DON'T MAKE PLANS!
You ignored my warnings.
You ignored (re: DENIED) my claims of genius.
I responded. You are aware of this.
I swooped low and put both fettered feet in the bile.
I was up to my decaying EYE in bull-tender.
It's time, droogs, to dispell some myth and 'magic'.
One, you are allowed the 1st no longer. Your G-D is dead. Your 'rights' are null and void.
You have had several opportunities to change your strategy with me.
And lo, have you fallen.
Your time apart was used wisely, I trust, to fortify your hold. While you tarried, seeds were planted and they took root (did I forget to mention my GREEN THUMB? I'm biting it, just so.. you know, you know).
You may now fear me.
You may now put a 'face' to the terror that keeps you up at night.
And know I KNOW.
KNOW IT.
All these dancing pieces of shit twiddling their little fuck-tard lives in my Facebook feed?
Nope.
Do I care about your DUMB SHIT?
Nope.
Can you stop me?
Nope.
D'aww, you havin' twouble weedin' da words?
CAN YOU READ NEANDERTHAL?
I got me a host of bodies. Willing and able to BEAT YOU.
And we will.
There will be a revision of a list.
Just one and then your destiny is written.
hate. i know hate.
i hate. i am hated.
i am hatred.
and for what i do next,
hate will be what consumes you.
but, i don't hate you little guy. What's to hate?
It's cute tho.
Oh so cute.
All this talk.
talk talk talk
It's getting old. So very, very old.
Just like you.
You know who's not old?
Me.
98, 81, 77, 69, 54, 49, 44, 39, 35, 33, 31, 29, 27-18, 16, 12, 9, 6, 1.
I will be as young as I like. Whatever necessitates your demise.
Yes, this means what you haven't comprehended yet.
I will be those close to you.
Your mother. Your father.
Allies, Contacts, Resources.
Ignore it again.
Comic Conventions, Fleamarkets, Car Shows, Yard Sales, Concerts, Bar Mitzvahs, Block Parties, Grand Openings, Press Conferences, Citizens in Distress, 'Super Heroes'...
Anyone, anywhere.
-Agent Wraith
(Verbose) Necromancer Extraordinaire
.- #youcaughtmemonologueing
.- #curseyou
.- #loaofevil
YOU?!? HA HA HA HA HA!
YOU THINK I'M TALKING ABOUT YOU?!??!
HA HA HA HA HA!*
That FAT CHRISTMAS FUCK.
I'm going after Christmas.
And I'm plotting (always plotting) it now.
Putting the band back together...
*Literally, I couldn't type it any LOUDER
Originally posted: 5 /13/ 12
I have chronophobia. VILLAINS DON'T MAKE PLANS!
Saturday, May 5, 2012
Friday, April 27, 2012
Tactics
Calculations.
Many calculations.
And then the quick breath before the plunge.
We cannot be stopped.
Except that I think my ears are bleeding.
Perfect. Now I can be left ALONE.
-Agent Wraith
Many calculations.
And then the quick breath before the plunge.
We cannot be stopped.
Except that I think my ears are bleeding.
Perfect. Now I can be left ALONE.
-Agent Wraith
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
FacebÜk
I want to kill you.
I want to dice you into tiny pieces, grind them, and feed you to the homeless.
I hate you so much.
I've worn through three mandibles with incessant grinding teeth.
Listen, kiddies..
I understand reality can be a scary place.
It's full of unwanted variables, I know.
It's okay to be afraid. Fear is a grand motivator.
No matter your game, that's not the point
All you need is a name.
A name and you have a doorway to facebookery.
You can be a facebooker.
It's pronounced face'bhooker.
Likes, Unfollow Posts, Shares, Apps.. Check in, Instagram, blah blah, :P
And groups. GROUPS!!!?!?!?!!!!11!!!11!1
Gah.
I'm too timid with this technology to bother with a new social playground.
I had a 286 explode this morning.
Explode.
And don't get me started on anonymity.
CHANGE YOUR NAME!
HERE'S A NEW FORMAT!
Next will be your bank account.
You will PAY $$$ $$ $ $ $$
Nothing is free.. forever.
A matter of time, Facebook. Only a matter of time.
You will hopefully last long enough to be destroyed.
And then all the other internets.
Spend a dollar to send a message and see who does the talking.
-Agent Wraith
I want to dice you into tiny pieces, grind them, and feed you to the homeless.
I hate you so much.
I've worn through three mandibles with incessant grinding teeth.
Listen, kiddies..
I understand reality can be a scary place.
It's full of unwanted variables, I know.
It's okay to be afraid. Fear is a grand motivator.
No matter your game, that's not the point
All you need is a name.
A name and you have a doorway to facebookery.
You can be a facebooker.
It's pronounced face'bhooker.
Likes, Unfollow Posts, Shares, Apps.. Check in, Instagram, blah blah, :P
And groups. GROUPS!!!?!?!?!!!!11!!!11!1
Gah.
I'm too timid with this technology to bother with a new social playground.
I had a 286 explode this morning.
Explode.
And don't get me started on anonymity.
CHANGE YOUR NAME!
HERE'S A NEW FORMAT!
Next will be your bank account.
You will PAY $$$ $$ $ $ $$
Nothing is free.. forever.
A matter of time, Facebook. Only a matter of time.
You will hopefully last long enough to be destroyed.
And then all the other internets.
Spend a dollar to send a message and see who does the talking.
-Agent Wraith
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