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My god...you're right.....jesus, talk about being UN-AWARE, holy shit I have become what i beheld, what I feared is what I am now. I seriously do not know what the fuck to do...this is like some ancient Chinese unsolvable riddle involving dragons, a pot of stew, and 17 siblings...I thought I had it licked, I was doing so good for a while...




Stop projecting your true self and project what you would be like lets say if you could take a leisurely stroll down the street without the assistance of wheels. Then take your 17 siblings put them into the stew, cook until boiling and bring your offering to the dragon.




Nah, I can't man...I tried. I really did...what set me off was back in May when Firewall himself first projected into my consciousness when his picture first showed up here and he and his diary became fodder(prior to that I never knew who or what the fuck he was .... )

When I saw him, and his diary, and his love for Jenna, and Briana banks inquiring about pills...I said "Wtf??? and something snapped....made me want to scream to the porn industry...."NO!!! I am not like that!! That's not a fair representation of crippled porn fans...Look, Listen, see!!!"

I shouldn't have cared....maybe someday I wont... BUT, I know better than others who have trapsed through this magnificent jungle, I do have survival instinct, and I can swallow my foolish pride without choking to death. I see a corner over in the far side of the club, there is a table there, with a candle on it...I will order some food and content myself with watching, because watching is indeed fun a good part of the time. I may even order a lap dance in between my Buffalo wings and Amstel Lights (its fun if you get Hot Buffalo wing sauce on a strippers inner thighs...)
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Are you gonna eat that?