Pics Or It Didn't Happen?

In this case, I guess, it didn't happen.

You sneaky Suburban bastards.
You didn't flip a few times rolling into the median when your lane change went awry.
You didn't tumble out onto the freeway either.

Pics, ladies and gentlemen (short for pictures), are needed for this to have taken place, or so
and I say this with the greatest of respect
the rest of you would have yourselves believe.

Perhaps you shouldn't try to follow me. It is a sad permanent lesson that you didn't learn.
because there is no pic
did not exist

I should take more pictures. It's difficult, you see. Technology, those little batteries, they die so quickly.
Maybe I'll get me one of those fancy solar power doo hickeys.
It makes the most sense. The sun is going to burn the earth, might as well make those rays do something.


This really gets me thinking about everything else, if it is not documented, it never existed.
And laser like things.

Strap a camera to some dummy's chest and beat a man to death with a rock! Whoo!
Hide in every corner. Immaculate tie.

Don't close your eyes.
You might miss something.

Unleashed, Epic Lloyd

Comedian, Artist, Ninja, Thing.
Wordsmith Mercenary.


verbose

A smoky range burns
Inscribing its final arc

on all tomorrows

-AW

Challenges NOT Accepted

Some time travel for your reading pleasure.
Or for those of you whose attention span can be measured in nanoseconds.. nothing.


: Last night...:

...

-AW

still haunting, still plotting

Incognito

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.

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'.

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.

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!