Diners, Drive-ins and Dean

We’re so raw, we made the cold war, hot. - jacquelyn flannigan. Damn thats pretty damn raw.

sgtrenegade:

iamdean:

I just took in how good the James Bond title sequence songs are and now I’m downloading every single one. Faves are probably Live and Let Die and The Spy who Loved Me.

LOL you are far behind sir..i have like almost all of them LOL

you would LOL. I would have expected you to have them. If u didn’t I would have been disappointed.

I just took in how good the James Bond title sequence songs are and now I’m downloading every single one. Faves are probably Live and Let Die and The Spy who Loved Me.

sgtrenegade:

no one asks me questions on formspring anymore…. :(

LOL

SAAMMMEEEE, sadface.

I just had an epic battle with a giant fly that was flying around in my room.

At first he flew around and hung around my main light of the room. He was quite a large one so this made his buzzing EXTRA annoying, plus i was concerned that this might be some sort of Horse fly that bites.

So the bastard decided to land on my desk. I rolled up a magazine and decided to slay this creature of treacherous villainy, but my attempt fails because it landed right next to a highlighter and so it was shielded by it. At first I thought i had killed it and so, I searched for the body only to no avail. Then the battle really began. He had survived my attack and buzzed past me, mocking me. I had a mini freak out since, I thought I killed him. Seconds later, he came from behind buzzing past my ear again. I could feel his weight rushing past me. I decided to hide in a corner and flail my magazine so that he wouldn’t dare come near me. I then decided to shut off the lights, and turn on my lamp, in hopes of attracting him to the light source. My attempts at trapping him were futile. He had evaded my icy grip of imminent death. He has escaped but, only for the time being. This fly is smart, we had quite the chess match. He’ll be back for more, and I’ll be ready…

sgtrenegade:

abovethehype:

gospelofthejets:

• lip biting
• heavy breathing
• neck sucking
• thigh gripping
• soft moaning
• dirty word speaking
• sweaty
• unspeakable
• night till morning

SEX.

LOL YEE

Day 3 of Hamlet project due tomorrow. THE IMMINENT DEATH OF TWENTY THOUSAND MEN!!! oh Hamlet, you over dramatic boy, you.

I AM SLAIN

i’d rather die than be with you,

take me home…

you have a problem with the truth,

take me home…

because this happens every time

and i knew it would…

i knew it would…

take me home…

Gotta love MDP<3

If you wanted a song written about you, all you had to do was ask.

the Once and Future King
Call of Cthulu
Book of blood
Invisble Monsters
Snuff
Lullaby
Haunted
Frankenstein
the Hellbound heart
the Book of Blood
the Raven
Murders in the Rue Morgue

 
re-read:
Dracula

Finish:

Heart of Darkness

Clockwork Orange

The Thing About Jane Spring

Graphic Novels:

Daredevil Born Again

Daredevil Noir

Spider-man Noir

Punisher Noir

The Killing Joke

The Swampthing

Hellblazer: Joyride

working on english with Mark Kelvin Ray Palomares. AW YEAH. GET THHEE TO A NUNNERY

I’ve got a nasty habit of expecting the very worst out of everything and everyone  and any situation. Strangely, I like to think of it as a blessing. The motto’s always been, if you expect the worst, occasionally you’ll be pleasantly surprised, and when the worst happens, well, that just meets your expectations. Optimism never seemed like a good idea to me. Too much room to be let down.

I can say I’m going to change that but, in reality, I never will. It’s who i am. And I’m back at it again. I’m here and I’m expecting the very worst. Expecting my soul to be torn, and bones to be crushed when really, It might be rather unlikely. But nonetheless. I’ve always trusted my instincts, and they’re usually right about things. Why do I have to be right all the time?

the one thing thats nagging me now is that, how many failures have happened to me, solely because I believed they would happen.

LOL im slightly arrogant if you lock me in a room all to myself. I begin saying things like “Dean gets what Dean wants” lmfao but…i woke up from that dream a little while ago.

So when I get let down again, I promise myself not to feel let down, because all along, I saw it coming. I see everything coming from miles away. The only thing that allows me to still feel pain is the slight sliver of hope that, I’m wrong and that what lies ahead doesn’t really exist. I honestly hope, I am wrong. I hope that I’ll be proven wrong, every day of my life, cuz I’ll always assume that the worst is to come.

Paul Gray aka #2

(bassist-Slipknot)

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(Originally only posted on Facebook, i realized I never posted it on tumblr so hear it is.)

So here’s a short story that took me all of an hour to write. Baha.
Soo, the story is about a man who seems to have lost all hope and faith in humanity.
And it recounts a rainy day in which he spends reflecting on the pathetic creature known as the Man.

This doesn’t reflect me at all. My first short story that I have written, or at least first in a long time.

offer some feedback, tell me how you feel, discuss what you think of this character and his views and let me know if you want more of these little stories. Messed up people write the best stuff so, I’ve got a lot of messed up shit brewing in my head.

This character is sorta inspired by the character Rorschach and you can definately feel his tone as you read, at least I tried to get you to feel him. If anyone hasn’t seen Watchmen, plz do. Better yet, read it.
Enjoy.

Psychopath

By: Dean Joson

A burning sensation engulfs the top of my mouth like an inferno as I watch the endless pitter-patter of the pouring rain on my bedroom window. The sky’s gray clouds don’t affect me like most people. It’s disgusting how the people of our society complain that the very essence of our survival pours down upon us like a miracle sent from the heavens. Fickle and stupid is the nature of our world. If it’s raining we complain. But what happens when it stops? Drought. We complain about losing weight and being thin and skinny. But what happens when there is no food. Most of us shouldn’t be considered beautiful for the thinness of our bodies. They are malnourished. Our society is a joke. Constantly unsure of what it needs. The burning of my coffee no longer bothers me.

The fools I live with are absurd. The life I used to live was ludicrous. The life that the world is living is nauseating. The air reeks of cigarettes and cheap cologne; only masking the stench that is human compromise. How grotesque is the human mind and conscience. We live in a world that is fuelled by such notions of religion which are nothing more than fairy tales, with notions of a perfect world with no crime, hatred and only peace. What a joke. The world seems to only see what it wants to. It can never see the ugly truth. The truth is that we are not worthy of living on this planet. We infect it with our pollutions. We are a cancer on this planet. And it is not just some of us. It is all of us. Our daily lives are such are not so much as a hiccup in the universe. If we all died tomorrow, the universe would be just fine. The universe might even be better. Life is quite the overrated notion.

Life. That’s the joke. So what’s the big deal if I suddenly take it away? Suddenly, I’ve grown tired of humanity’s lack of gratitude. Lack of awareness. They’re appalling to watch. On my way to work, a man rushes into the subway car and knocks all of my belongings onto the floor. Naïve as I am, I assume it was just an accident. I’m in no rush, but maybe he is. Enough of a rush to not apologize. However, I look at him through the glass of the subway car. He is snickering at my misfortune. His facial expression was saying that there was no accident. Everything happens for a reason. It was then, that I grew distaste for the human being. On my way home, by sheer luck I see the same man who I ran into on the way to work. A pathetic human being. I confronted him about what he did. All he could do was snicker and walk on his way. I called him out and mocked his appearance, causing him to turn around. The human ego is a foolish thing. Causing us to feel and be stricken by things that shouldn’t. Causing us to react in such an infantile manner. It was his ego that pulled that knife out of his pocket, and pressing it against my face. Foolish. Pain, is something I’m not new to as I laughed in his face. Secretly behind my laughter I was engulfed in a wave of rage. Swiftly, I was disarmed him and killed him. Nothing fancy. I killed him. Everything happens for a reason.

Here’s another joke. They want to put me in jail. My trial is in a few days. This man, a rapist, and child molester, is off the streets because of me. And I’m the one being punished. Murder is murder, they say. I’m a vigilante they say. I say I’m a hero. They say I’m a psychopath. Psychopath. That a joke. If I’m not mistaken, I’m the only sane man left on the planet. I was about to be killed. And I’m being punished for saving my life and other people from God knows what else. I’m sick of the human condition. The government systems created for the people, by the people, only to work against the people. The difference between a CEO of a multi-million dollar corporation, the president of the United States and a serial murder is their address. Laws only made to restrict us from fulfilling our desires. Notions of a slowly declining economy, driving us to depths of depression even though money is merely a creation of our sick corrupted minds. Wars for oil, and freedom, and democracy but, are secretly only to satisfy the thirst for blood that resides in the animalistic hearts of our human bodies. Kids, running to stores buying the next album of a fabricated teenager, who probably never had a childhood because their parents raised them to compensate for the failed attempt at becoming the next big thing. The lives we live, the desires, pleasures and pains. All of them are jokes, and farts that come out of the ass end of the universe. This world can never be what the stories in our religious scripture say it will become. Not in a world full of psychopaths. And it will only become worse, as they lock up the only sane person left on earth.

Oh my God I’m trapped in your eyes, please just blink, just once.

Oh no, my fate’s in your hands, so please just close this jar.

and leave my ashes in its place.

(hopefully a chorus for a new song…hmm)

LAYER 1: ON THE OUTSIDE.

Name: Dean

Birth Date: May 10 1992

Current Location:Bed

Hair Color: Black/darkdark brown

Righty/Lefty: Right

LAYER 2: ON THE INSIDE.

Your fear: Spiders, dying, lonliness, failure.

Your dream of the perfect date: hmm, dinner that we cooked ourselves by candle light, and then watching a movie while snuggling. (don’t judge me because I’m sensitive)

Goals you’d like to achieve: Be in a movie,  have kids, get married, be happy.

LAYER 3: YESTERDAY, TODAY, TOMORROW.

Your thoughts first waking up: I’m so tired, i swear im gonna sign out after my bio test.

Your best physical feature: dear God, if I had to pick one…perhaps the shoulders and neckline.

Your bed time: a time that does not cause me to be collapsing at school.

LAYER 4: YOUR PICK.

Pepsi or Coke: I think I like Pepsi more.

McDonald’s or Burger King: ummm idk, I llike Burger King but, how can u say no to McDonalds?

Single or Group Dates: Single

Adidas or Nike: oh geez idk. I like Shell-toe adidas.

Chocolate or Vanilla: chocolate i think, depends on my mood.

Cappuccino or Coffee: Coffee

LAYER 5: DO YOU.

Smoke: meh…. occassionally.

Cuss: Fuck yeaah

Take showers: daily, sometimes even twice a day.

Have a crush: oh, i think i might…heheh.

Like(d) school: Oh dear God, make it end already.

Believe in yourself: I try, but not really.

Believe what goes around comes around: Yeah, sorta.

Believe everything happens for a reason: I’m not too sure about this one.

Think you’re a health freak: OH hell no.

LAYER 6: IN THE PAST MONTH.

Gone to the mall: yes

Been on stage: indeed I have. FAME.

Eaten sushi: not this month, no :(

Been hurt: um Yes, i believe so.

Dyed your hair: Never ever actually. I want to doeeee.

LAYER 7: HAVE YOU EVER.

Played a stripping game: LOL yes

Kissed the same sex: ERRRMMM….

Got beaten up:Probably.

Changed who you were to fit in: Do it all the time. Chameleon.

LAYER 8: GETTING OLD.

Age you’re hoping to be married by: 31

Number of kids you’re planning on having: 2-4

LAYER 9: IN A GIRL/GUY.

Best eye color: any

Best hair color: don’t matter

Short or long hair: depends if she can rock the short hair, but long almost always.

Fat or fit: Meh, a little cushion don’t hurt.

Looks or personality: Personality, looks are only a factor if its SEVERELY NEGATIVE.

Fun or serious: gotta have both elements for sure. Having one won’t cut iit.

LAYER 10: WHAT WERE YOU DOING.

1 MINUTE AGO: facebooking

1 HOUR AGO: Driving around with bareee mans (who were SOO GONE)

1 WEEK AGO: Probably chillin with mandems.

1 YEAR AGO: probably on the phone talking about anything and everything.

LAYER 11: FINISH THE SENTENCE.

I FEEL: sorta frustrated and misunderstood 

I HATE: LIFE

I HIDE: behind smiles and laughs.

I NEED: STEPP UP ON EVERY LEVEL

I LOVE:  ALL MY NIGZ LIKE.

I don’t believe in life, because I don’t want to live;

I don’t believe in love, because the world hates me;

I don’t believe in prayer, because God doesn’t answer;

I don’t believe in success, failure surrounds me;

I don’t believe in hope, it leads to disappointment;

I don’t believe in happiness, because sorrow engulfs me;

I don’t believe in truth, it is seldom shared;

I don’t believe in friendship, only betrayal finds me;

I believe that nothing in the world is good, not even me.

how can i believe in good, when bad is all I see.

or whatever you like to call it. It’s really pompous and artsy-douchebaggish to say this but, I don’t like to label my work, when I myself, am not sure of what it is. When I write I either know exactly what I’m doing or, its complete disorganized madness. That is what this is, its got some sort of structure but I never structured it in a particular fashion, just kinda threw it all together.

Yeah so I’m not depressed or emo or anything. I just became inspired by something. I’m not sure what but, I asked myself what would a person say if he never knew what good or virtue was like. obviously to draw the kind of comparison made in the work I’ve posted, you’d have to know what things like love, and happiness are. But the idea is, that after a life of only pain, suffering, etc, his heart has turned cold and his “EYES SEWN SHUT” to the ideas of good. so here it is… Enjoy.

my life is now complete because I now have 50 followers, which is half of 100.

yay :)

So, there is this girl and this guy. Can’t say I’m friends with both, but we’re acquainted. Probably dated for idk, 3, 4, maybe 5 years, IDK; I’m not a doctor…ANYWAY. They went out for YEARS, longer than some married couples, and now, they’re of course, separated.  I ran into the separated couple the other day and I’ll tell you, it wasn’t pretty but, it was quite entertaining. The words bitch, being screamed in a stairwell, is guaranteed to turn heads.

So, they’re separated, but, NO ONE, could fathom, that they would break up but, honestly, IMO, the greater period of time a couple is together, the greater the likelihood they’re gonna break up.

SO here’s the ironic part. So they’re all like separated and mad at each other, BUT it seems my peers had more faith in them than they did. WHICH IS WHY THEY ARE PROBABLY GONNA WIN THE PROM “HIGH SCHOOL SWEETHEARTS AWARD”

OH the irony. Its just an interesting observation I made.