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I have never been so wrong about anything in my life....How could I have missed it and been so self delusional...

KYOTO has been right all along, he is my new Guru. Kyoto, I offer myself as an apprentice, a virgin Hate Monger, a rolling death trap placed at your disposal.

Hate indeed is the new "black", and after this past week's self-immolation/character assasination, although completely unintended and still debatable in terms of cause, I yield to the undying principle that perception is reality and declare the old Da Burglar "Dead". Sell the house, sell the car sell the kids, He is NOT COMING BACK...

I am still in vegas, I can't even seem to make my way home...I spent last night in LA, exiled at a Holiday inn in No-Ho that I got shunted too via my "Holiday Rewards Free Nights" because the Media Center Burbank Holiday Inn was sold out. WTF? I still live by the principle, even when I can afford to spend it, that one doesn't remain Wealthy by spending money like Vanilla Ice on Dirt Bikes or MC Hammer on Marble Dance Floors. I should have stayed at the Hilton....

I had Dinner with the future Mrs Da Burglar, and as pleasant as that was for a moment, it just served to remind me that I am a lost cause in my previous incarnation, and she will either have to accept a new, angry, Genuine prick of a Da Burglar or else find another Sugar C***** (rhymes with Nipple) to ride off into the sunset with.

I have been out here a week and have not had one drunken Blackout or banged one hooker yet, evidence that I am lost and in need of new spirit, preferably 'EVIL'....Arab has been right, but then again, if I were really truly the Da Burglar that Kyoto can bring about, I will not give a rats ass what Arab thinks or anyone else. Fuck him....I am going to go to a strip club as soon as I type this and start a bar fight. I am going to manipulate the crowd, manipulate the strippers and manipulate the police (when they arrive, and they will...) so I make the 6 am Vegas News tomorrow. I want to burn this fucking city down, level it like a misplaced 1953 H-Bomb Test device that got put into a I Dream of JEannie Slot Machine.

With all this pill talk lately, before I left LA, I stopped by one of my favortie Pill Pussher Doctors and got a shitload of VICS, the big ones...I will pass these out at the strip club before I start the fight, knock a few chicks out and have my way with them....Take pictures and post them all over the place, inluding the Talent For Hire Forum here to see what kind of offers the girls would get with my para-p****c (rhymes with strategic) penis in their mouths. I will be an agent under Kyoto's Direction.

Unfocused, Misplaced, Misdirected RAGE is what I now am, and will embody. NOTHING is sacred, safe or secure with me now....I do not care anymore.



Dude, rock out Burg, ROCK THE FUCK OUT


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