Cheers to death and mutilation, to decay and distortion, to deception and bloodlust. Sometimes I need to appreciate the vainest of human impulses, but to make the mistake of despairing in it, is to betray the very foundation of this appreciation. There is a function to our stigmatization of the negative; a reason we curse brutality as deviant and unacceptable. I understand that.... but it won't go away. Wish and dream all you like. What's the point of this, you might ask.... apart from Sam_Spade's pretentious soapboxing? I've done this before. My moral deconstructionism and ethical iconoclasm is nothing new. I want you to share with me the most violent, the most fucked up thing you've ever participated in. To all of those who feel they don't have much to contribute... what're you waiting for? you're missing out on the human experience.
When I was 14, I stole my buddy's birthday money ($150) on his birthday. And to make it worse, I tried using the money I stole from him (he was unaware I took the money) to buy his X-Box, but he refused so then I just stole his X-Box too.
[quote name='"White Indian"']When I was 14, I stole my buddy's birthday money ($150) on his birthday. And to make it worse, I tried using the money I stole from him (he was unaware I took the money) to buy his X-Box, but he refused so then I just stole his X-Box too.[/quote] Now sir, honestly you are an asshole! I never steal from my friends and i expect the same from them. Stealing is wrong no way around it. Also i believe you broke some of the forum rules there cheif
in 7th grade....i had been noticing for some time that my grandmothers mouthwash was exactly the same color as piss..... she was a mean old bitch.... one day after she tried to kick me down a flight of steps.... i decided ...."fuck it" from that day on...i would piss...just a little ....each day in her mouth wash.... for 2 years she did not notice she was still using the same bottle... i took my time... slowly... patiently... what started as an almost empty ...family size bottle of cepacol.... became over time...a full bottle of my piss.... each morning as the old bitch gargled my piss i laughed to myself..... of coarse i could go on.... but this may be a fair enough start...
I would torture bugs as a kid and I got a pretty big thrill from it, damn it Sam Spade why do you have bring up repressed memories! O and also when me and my brothers were 7,9, and 11 respectively (I was the youngest) they would goad me on to checking kids littler than me when were doing free skate at the ice rink. one time I absolutely decked this girl with one of those 4 legged walkers ( I don't think she was handicapped she just couldn't skate.) ahh the things you can get away with as a cute little kid. Brb going to silently weep.
This one guy was annoying me and suddenly blew on my face ,so I spat at him, he spat back, and on my right hand I had a glass tupperware in my hand. Not sure If I tried to faint a punch or was punching him ni the chest , but with the momentum from my arm movement the tupperware smashed right into his head .There was blood , he cried and thankfully my Tupperware was undamaged. This was in grade 8 and he was trying to bully me , so he got what he deserved.
The other day i spent several hrs out in the water shed.... skining and carving up a body a friend and i had drug out of the woods where we had gutted it... There is a very unique sound when you pull the skin from the flesh with your bare hands... Feeling between the muscles to find the best path for the blade as you separate flesh from bone... Most of the blood had drained as we left the body to hang a few days...its throat cut.. its organs removed... the days had been cold and the nights....below freezing... so the job was simple...the smells tho present were not over powering... When the job was done...and the gore washed away...we feasted on the flesh i had harvested... Got to love hunting season.... How simple to forget the carnage involved in getting dinner to the table.... when someone else does all the bloody work.... When the flesh you eat is prepackaged.... You never get to feel the life you are consuming when you are so far removed from it...
My homeroom teacher would always say how she hated spiders. So I printed out a ton of spiders, a couple of sheets worth and cut them out. I talked the new kid into helping me put them all over the room, hidden in shit. All her books, rolled up in the overhead projector screen, under her cup and everything else, everywhere. Well turns out she hated spiders because she was arachnophobic.. She was getting ready to start her first class and ended up freaking out and having a mini breakdown. She was a cool teacher and I probably wouldn't have done it if I knew she had a severe phobia, but we were both able to laugh about it in my week of private detentions.
There is a poetry here, that I profoundly fucking appreciate. For me, it has never been the odours, it was always the coldness.
I can honestly say sometimes I forget that meat comes from killing animals it's just not something people think about the food seems so sterilized
Sounds like a good time to me...... What/who you want to break first? Sam-the coldness.... the temperature of the meat dept at the store.... nothing cold about carving up for dinner the same creature whom on another day i may have run thru the forest with just for fun... I walk their trails...i know there patterns... Decide who dies for the table and who lives to bread next year... We are close to one another ....this meal and i.... Today a partrige ran out...my friend swerved the truck to hit it... i got out and tossed it in the back....dinner....
better on the plate than in a pear tree..... like most.... if not all depending who one asks.....like most wild birds the only meat worth eating is the breast....and yes it is better than chicken it has not been processed by anyone but me..... no farm feed.....no hormones or preservatives...
Been thinking on where to post this for a couple hrs.... Saw a few threads it might be funny or inappropriate in.... figure this was probably best.... So my friends dog got ahold of a chicken today... It was suffering...dieing... My friend tried...rather unsuccessfuly to put it out of its misery with a log... at this point not only was it bleeding and dieing... It was now flopping round the bed of the truck... He asks me to ring its neck... I don't see why not? So i snatch the twitching bleeding bird by the neck... and spin.... The blood flew in great archs....i could feel the bones grind...spinal cord snapped... Done....well almost done.... Now being who i am....not necessarily into killing animals im not going to eat... So i sliced the skin down the breast bone...peeling back the skin... Revealing what flesh there is worth eating on a laying hen.... Separated flesh from bone with my fingers.... Tossed in on the grill over the fire... How savage the feeding ritual.... How disconnected we are from the process.... Prepackaged meat....notice they don't have a picture of a cow on your burger wrapper... Egg laying hen....tuff...but tasty...