Fiendish ^-^

Why am i talking about a game? ohhh well when suckiness comes around i like to poke at it a bit, and spore the game really sucks, to make it short and sweet, the idea was good, but basically its 5 really bad obnoxius mini games that run around the same 2 or 3 options and finally the last game is a fuking idiotic game with unrealistic options, its all a freaking mess and above all else its not even that much fun to play, its boring and made for 6 year olds, now my rant has a purpuse, and its not about unrealistic expectations and the absolute hipping this game had, its about those fucking game magazines and freaking cocksucking online game review portals, ohh fucking jesus, i know i know we see it time and time again, when its a random game they are very honest and have loads of integrity, but in this case they give the game a flying 5 Starts 100% fuck colours, even the obvious fanboyism asside, the game is so clearly bad, but i guess because it comes from the almighty EA, they are going to just bendover and fucking take it throught their eye balls and say what a fucking glorious game it is, ahhh there really is no journalistic integrity when money is envolved, ohh well if you read this, take my penyless advice and dont fucking buy the game.

Damn, i think i lost my mojo, what is mojo, you might say ? Well you can see it as that tingly feeling you get on a first kiss, date or date rape…so i was sitting down when i started thinking: why do people sit down ?, So i got up and started to think: how would i know i lost my mojo ?, and how can i get it back ?, or do i really wanted it back ?

A lot of questions and little room for maneuverer, if i bring materialism into the question, i can deduct that if it exists it has to be something, therefore i should be able to touch, smell, but as i recollect there wasn’t any particular smell, so maybe materialism wouldn’t suffice, maybe it’s something purely in my head, a form of idealism, if that would be so, how can i lose it ?, even if i lost my memory it would be of no consequence because its existence in the first place would be ephemeral, it’s just an interpretation of my mind, fusing my knowledge with my imagination on a cacophony of purely mental interpretations of what is real, this is all fine and dandy but it doesn’t solve my hypothetical problem, how can i return that feeling ?

By recurring to the actual experience of the event and live it again ?, in a sort of attempt to conceive some form of unsatisfactory replication of reality gone by or should i just try and recollect my memories of the subject and just try and construct it mentally, both seem insufficient and therefore prompt to failure, so all in all, i think i will sit down.

Instead of going after the church of scientology (such an obvious target muhahhahaa) i’m going to create a trilogy, yes you heard me i’m going to say my peace regarding the 3 best “selling” books in the world, in case you don’t know, they are: “The Bible” (like the word of god, but it was his son that said it, and some people wrote about it, so in theory it’s something like hearsay), Mao’s The Little Red Book (very popular with the chinese, they use it for everything, it’s reported uses range from total protection from HIV and as flotation device) and the American Spelling Book (bought all over the world, maybe not so much in america, muahahah), what? hum? were? yeah are these 3 shitty books?, is fiend going retro with a “oh my gawd i’m now a acclaimed book critic, give me the money or i’ll skull fuck you”, maybe… you’ll just have to wait.

Anyway, since this is a intro, i should talk about something, lets say… the world series (just because the world cup is going on), why in the hell the fucking americans call the final part of their national baseball league, world series?, hell the sport (if you can call it a sport, i’ll comment on that later) is barely played and enjoyed in the states, the other countries that have it just do it because they are subservient to america, shit, and they for sure don’t play on the world series, its one of those times when you can see how narrow the americans are, well narrow in a morbid obese kind of way.

First… how do you know you’re a redneck…well if you live in the united states of america and you live at least 100 miles from salt water ocean…then you are a redneck, congratulations you are part of a selected american inbreed, so this is just a shout out to all you rednecks, go fuck yourselves

And i don’t mean the fucking astrofuckingsucking sign…that’s just wrong, i mean people that just don’t have sex, it’s great, it’s what makes us human, the choice, the ability to choose, to ignore a clear living instinct, it’s quite a marvelous thing to witness, that is why i admire virgins so much, that and the fact that they aren’t reproducing, and taking away my space, my oxygen and my food