Vladimir!

Found you going to my gas station.

Ae you really that stupid?!

Next time I see you, in my part of town; I will start sending pics of our relations to your wife and kids.

And I will start taking down all your friends, as well.

Don't make me the asshole.

Do not come near me. Stay away from me or I promise you, that your friends and family, will see what you never wanted them to see.

The monster that you are!!

Be an arrogant creep, that thinks he can scare me and hurt me and hunt me down-- over and over again just by coming around my world?

Think again!! I am stronger than you know. You built me this way!!

The Blonde!!!

You still bother me!!

I hate you...you killed me!

Vladimir, you are a super cunt of a man. I am glad to see your wife likes pussy!






This blonde doesn't like anything below the belt these days!

Coachella

Am I at Coachella?

NO!

Want to know why?

Because SXSW is being a total dick to me.

I will fill you in after the Coachella interlude!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9TUBf6l7FBg

Blonde on Blonde by Bob Dylan

Are you fucking kidding me?

This tour was named after me...



I would have preferred 'Blinded by Blonde'  but who is bitchin?

Not this Blonde!!

Hackers Just Want You To Play

NEW RANSOMWARE WANTS YOU TO PLAY PLAYERUNKNOWN’S BATTLEGROUNDS

Oh fuck, why should I rewrite something that is already written!

Take it away Blair!!!

Since its debut last year, PlayerUnknown’s Battlegrounds has been one of our favorite multiplayer battle royale games. But someone may be taking their love for the game a little bit too far with a malware program which encrypts your files. Instead of ransoming your personal info for exorbitant amounts of money, the program asks players to play Battlegrounds.

Via Kotaku and Bleeping Computer, the PlayerUnknown’s Battlegrounds ransomware was discovered by Malware Hunter Team, and it is real. While the PUBG Ransomeware actually works, it’s being treated as a joke since the programmer included a note that said “Your files is [encrypted] by PUBG Ransomeware! But don’t worry! It is not that hard to unlock it. I don’t want money! Just play PUBG 1Hours.” It doesn’t even take an hour of gameplay to unlock the files. According to the reports, three minutes of gameplay will do the the trick. Also, the programmer included an unlock code, which means there’s really nothing to ransom.

This is perhaps one of the most benign ransomware programs in recent memory, and it’s the only one that makes us smile. It is a little disturbing to see how easily a ransomware program can spread and take control of sensitive files. But the idea of being “forced” to play PlayerUnknown’s Battlegrounds is the perfect cover for getting out of work.

Can you imagine what will happen if this ransomware catches on? Whole offices could be shut down until we get in a few rounds of Overwatch or Fortnite. Actually, we kind of like that idea.

What do you think about the PUBG Ransomeware? Play a few rounds in our comment section below!

Men are pissing me off lately

I can barely spend more than two weeks with them before I realize they and I are severely flawed.

So I am going to celebrate people I adore.

It is a very short list:

Now, from this day forward until I change my mind. I will be telling stories of those I respect.

Black and White Hats!!

The blonde is going to tell hacking stories that will freak you out.

If you thought Zuckerberg is a problem, you have no idea what really is going on in your digital world!!

BTW:  U.S. Senators are real idiots and used the whole Facebook - Analytica problem as a pulpit for their own public promotion.


The blonde will get hack to you.

I don't know what love means

No one ever taught me what it is.

So I made my own version of it.

Honesty, loyalty and willing to die for it.

Sounds more like an ad for the Army, but it is all I know and all I believe.




The Blonde hates the way men think.

Bumble is leftovers from Tinder

Bumble is no better than Tinder.

As a matter of fact, most of the men you see on Bumble are Tinder rejects.

I spent a few weeks with one guy, who tried so hard to put the past behind him that he could not sit still.

All the yoga in the world can not help this person's PTSD.

He has a lot on his plate.

I feel for him, but I am not going to be the transition girl while he works things out.

Every conversation leads to the ex-wife or the ex-girlfriend that cheated on him.

I am not going to be that girl who wants to listen nor engage in this co-dependent nightmare.

I am sorry you were hurt by other women. And I am sorry your anger continues.

But most importantly, I am angry that you feel it necessary to regulate my behavior based on your past relationships.

And you are a total dick for telling me all about the golf tournaments and parties you were invited to or went to and rubbed it in my face after the fact.

 What the fuck is wrong with you angry yoga man?

You don't deserve an alias on my page. You can stay 'angry yoga man' prick!

That is your shit to own. Do not project it on to me.






 I do not like a man that looks at women and grades their potential, as a girlfriend, based on how willing she is to give head at a moments notice or accommodate a karma sutra fucking style that only leaves the man with an orgasm.

Namaste, angry yoga man.

Never regulate the Blonde!!!


P.S. Don't ever put your hand on my head and push me down to give you head unless you want your dick bit off.

How do you remove yourself from the web?

So you and I and many others have fucked up more than once or ten times in our life. Does it mean we have to look at it every time we google our name for the duration of our life?

The funny thing is, this is not about me. I have a lot to hide but I hide it well.

But, there are those that do not have the same web-savvy-ness to keep their shit off the web.

So how do you clean up your mess on the web so it does not follow you around for the rest of your life?

Stay tuned...I will clue you in.

The blonde has someone else's shit to clean up for a change!

Male Rompers?

Will you date a guy who wears a male romper?

I doubt this new trend is going to hit the status quo anytime soon. If you remember, they were pushing man bags a few years ago and I don't see too many men sporting that trend.

But one can hope to see a plethora of men in rompers on the Tinder circuit. It certainly would add to the humor I see when flicking to the left and right for fun.

Actually, the romper lends itself to easier manipulation when it comes to men relieving themselves as opposed to a woman.

A man does not need to unbutton the entire garment and squish it down around his knees as he navigates the public, potty portal.

I say go for it men!

Let's kick it off with Tinder bitching

What F----? is Tinder all about.

Swear to God, there are some butt ugly dudes, and not just ugly but look like they have been riding hard and shooting pics of themselves in drunken stoopers in their bathroom.

IS this how you get a woman?

No, it is not!

I am getting carpel tunnel syndrome from swiping so many times to the left, I need surgery now.

Geezuz, wash your freakin' hair dudes - greasy, alcoholic doesn't look good on anybody.

Stop taking pics of you, in your bathroom mirror.

Stop taking pics next to a Ferarri you don't own. If you ain't sittin' in it. You don't own it.

Do I need to play the scrub song for you?



And clean your apartment or bathroom before taking those sad little pics of yourself in the mirror.

Contradictory at best and some just down right sad.

Another thing.....

Over 40 and holding a kid in diapers, does not sweeten the pot for chicks who pay their own way in this world.

So stay out of our age district.

The blonde is back to bitch!

Cleaning house and going back to Blonde

Sorry Y'all

,

 I got totally bored with the death scene, so that is all deleted - well not deleted because it will make an awesome story one day.


I and coming back in full form. All my pretty, little blonde locks are ready to tell their tale!

And fucking Grammarly, where were you when I started this shit? No more typos except for the ones their algorithms miss. (they missed accept, I caught it bitches...thanks, Gramz)

The Blonde is back in the building!

So You Got Trumped

I have been living the life of everyone else these days.

Normal.

Work hard and get nowhere.

That is what my life has become after that laughter incident.

If I can experience something like laughter, am I still dead? I kept asking myself that.

And for a while, I actually convinced myself that I was getting better and that I was becoming alive again.

And so I blended in and became normal.

It is why I have not posted in so long.

The Dead Blonde is having a non-life crisis

I have changed occupations

No longer do I find it funny to play the dead hooker for necrophilias.

And quite frankly, the last time I played it...I ended up laughing.

Me, laughing!!!

How the hell did that happen.

Definitely not because I felt a tickle but very large sense of amusement that rushed over my dead and cold body and actually made me laugh.

Weird. I never did that before.

Certainly gave the gentleman a fright. He went to call the police and will I could not be locked up in a morgue so I had to banish him.

No worries, you will not miss him. he was one of the 1% who lived abroad and fighting extradition.

Anyhoo,

I need my coffin for a new occupation.

I am a money mover.

I can book flights for my coffin and place money under the satin silk lining. Dogs do sniff but when they open the lid, BAM!!

They see me.

A few have freaked. Not the dogs...the guards.

Many stare and say what a pretty corpse I am. And how sad it was I died so young.

Anyhoo,

Tends to get around the airport security circuit and security is less inclined to disturb the dead anymore. I am jut another dead chick in a coffin with a flight tag in a luggage compartment holding millions in diamonds, gold and cash.

I can only do this until I have hit all the airports...a duplicate visit would surely be noticed.

My minion is still with me. Vlad...what would I do with out the little gremlin?

A modern day dead smuggle I am

I am enjoying the job.

I get paid well and if I am crossed?

Well, that would be stupid.

Who would cross me and live to tell the tale?

Cartel deaths you read in the paper. Missing money.

Hmmmmm..

Well, I speculate just like you.

The Blonde has not ventured into Mexico yet but I guess I should hurry.

I hear the Mexicans are building a wall to keep Trump out.

PS. The blonde needs to get back to work.

Catch you later alligatorous minds!

What makes you unique?

Is it not funny that there are websites out there trying to tell you how to answer this question?

What makes you unique is a difficult question indeed.

But you have to answer this one on your own without guidance or help, otherwise it is just a guided answer and not truth.

I do not have a difficult time answering that question these days. I know what makes me unique.

BUT and a giant BUT...but...

What made me unique before all this happened to me?

What made me....me?

I liked building things without looking at the instructions.

 I liked bringing computers that most said were dead, back to life.

I liked that I never gave up

quiet

quiet

uncomfortable quiet


The Blonde thinks uncomfortable quiet is best over ignorant political arguments on Facebook.

Get the fuck over it. Your team lost. Do you still have your job? Your family? Does your candidate losing the election really change anything for you?

Grow up and get real!

The Blonde is sick of the rhetoric!

Hello Mortal Kit Kats

I have been dormant a long time but it is time to come back out of my coffin and hit the world again with a veracious appetite for mortal evil.

I did spend time underground trying to subdue my appetite for babies souls. I went to Tibet for awhile and found I am selective in the souls of babies that I feed off of. Tibet children will always be safe from my hunger. Which means I can control this part of me.

Most flavorful souls come from bad parents who will raise bad children and I find most, surprisingly enough, not all in the westernized states. I find my best souls in the hospitals located in.....

Well, let me not give you a google map of my feasts, for that would alert authorities and I must keep a low profile.

I do still love the taste of corrupt polizia...and feel it does good to take a few out unnoticed.

Anyhoo,

I am headed to Paris and Milan. I need to shop for new clothes and I see the eighties are back. Why?

I will be back in the states in the blink of a dead eye and have lots to talk about.

Did I mention I became a Countess of several countries before retreating into my coffin cubbie?

Blondead is Back!!!

Scars

The Blonde is working through it.......been gone a long time..but I am back.

Plot 183

Everyone I love is in lot 183.

I pass the trees and the brooks along the winding road in the old section of the cemetery but the road begins to stretch out, straight and long toward my family plot and I reach the new section that is just rows of mortar.

I was buried here first. I used to visit my singular grave stone but now more have joined. Only they do not see what I do.

I can't see them or speak to them.

This plot of my family....marked by a single tree and marker 183

The Day has Come

I have outlived all my family...the last one died a few weeks ago.

I won't say who.

I won't say why.

I won't say anything other than goodbye.

My heart would be broken beyond repair

but since it has no beat

only memory serves to conjure despair


It is the same feeling an amputee feels. The pain of an appendage long gone but pain resides some where in the brain.


I have been alone for many years but always had the hope of reuniting; now that is gone.

Alone is really all alone.

Hope is for no reason.

I am at a complete loss and have no hunger any more; not even for fat police officers...and they were always my comfort food.

Mourning for a bit but will be back as always...I have a life that will not expire so you can be quite comforted in the fact that this blog will last longer than you.

Letting the Pain Go

Being undead has its perks...love is never the issue these days!

I see Glimpses of the Life I wanted

I wish I knew how to reconcile them with my new thoughts.

I guess like anyone who goes through a life change wisdom begins to set in and we learn to live or die trying.

It is time to start smiling again.

I am going back in my casket and travelling the world for this summer.

Stay tuned!

The Witching Hour

My favorite time of the day...or to the living your night.

This is when I come alive and begin my search for truth.....

The days I used to live...bad, worse but in some ways almost amazing...

and if you believe that, I have some swamp to sell you.

My dead is better than my past life

Oops...I have some freinds visiting me tonight...if you remember from a while ago my Bentley casket was confiscated in Europe...my new freinds have brought it back to me


so voila...


again tomorrow late at night when killing is easiest do I return

Don't be Like me...Don't Let Life Be Your End

Don't forget to feed my fish...someone will have to when I go.....

Oh yes the undead have a choice to live and die just like you....only I know where my atoms will go

Even a Donkey Knows You Have to Save Itself

Rehan Allahwala

One day a farmer's donkey fell down into a well. The animal cried piteously for hours as the farmer tried to figure out what to do. Finally, he decided the animal was old, and the well needed to be covered up anyway; it just wasn't worth it to retrieve the donkey.

He invited all his neighbors to come over and help him. They all grabbed a shovel and began to shovel dirt into the well. At first, the donkey realized what was happening and cried horribly. Then, to everyone's amazement he quieted down.

A few shovel loads later, the farmer finally looked down the well. He was astonished at what he saw. With each shovel of dirt that hit his back, the donkey was doing something amazing. He would shake it off and take a step up.

As the farmer's neighbors continued to shovel dirt on top of the animal, he would shake it off and take a step up. Pretty soon, everyone was amazed as the donkey stepped up over the edge of the well and happily trotted off!

MORAL :
Life is going to shovel dirt on you, all kinds of dirt. The trick to getting out of the well is to shake it off and take a step up. Each of our troubles is a steppingstone. We can get out of the deepest wells just by not stopping, never giving up! Shake it off and take a step up.

Remember the five simple rules to be happy:

1. Free your heart from hatred - Forgive.

2. Free your mind from worries - Most never happens.

3. Live simply and appreciate what you have.

4. Give more.

5. Expect less from people but more from yourself.

Life Seems so Inevitable

Every night we go to bed crying and hoping for a better life. We think about dying until we re actually dead and then all we think of is what could have been.

But what could have been only exists in our fantasy. Life is what life is, right?

We were born under either a lucky star or one that was very unlucky.

The lucky ones have it so easy. 

For the unlucky ones, we cave to internal hate and disgust. We are too old to blame our parents, even though they are to blame for almost everything.

No child was ever born a bad child. No child was ever born lacking self esteem or confidence unless....

They stood alone when ever they were hurt.

And many of us were hurt. I am not alone and neither are you.

I have the freedom to write about this now because nothing shames me any more. Nothing hurts me any more.

But it stills hurts you. I hear the ache in your hearts as you try to fall asleep and all the world is coming down on you.

Where will you live? Where will you find food? Where will you find anyone to love you and take care of you before it is too late?

I would say one day it will be better but you know better than that.

So I will say good night and tomorrow will be another wretched day but keep the faith...at least your not dead like me....if you take a chance you could feel something.

Fight to feel or come to my side....no hunger, no taste, no thirst,no passion....no nothing other than games with people as my little rats

As a Little Girl Did you Ever feel Like this?

Let them all be caged!!!

Feed my fish...that is all I ask!

The Undead have no sense of timing

nor a sense of reasoning or maybe we do....

what do I care what you humans think. You all are so self centered, it is almost ridiculous until I think that God does play with you like ants...he has the giant magnifying glass and hones in on almost anyone for no reason at all and can crush your world just for fun.

Do you find it funny to love a God that does not love you?

You can't love someone if you do not exist!

All you do to honor him is based on the words written by people who made him up and created his name to control you!

When you die...you die and your carcass disperses into millions of tiny atoms and those atoms will find others and reform and you will be reborn.

This is how our world works...one big bubble of a certain amount of atoms and they die and are born but they never change in number in the whole existence as we know it.

We are a bubble forever more!

I can't go anywhere...my atoms are locked here in some cruel fate. And so are yours!

So is my cat; only my cat knows he has other lives to live and he will come back to my son in one form or another.

Heaven is only a dream my friends and only few get to live it!

Life is best served living here, living now!

My Cat Died

I knew he was dying. An undead can feel it. I felt it from far away and wanted to see him and my son. God I can't seem to recall the days, the months or the years I have been gone.

I just know I had to be there. Watching silently as a dog broke free from his leash and went after Goose.

I watched from afar as my Mother tried to fend off the beast with bush clipping spears. I watched the owner hold back her 80 lbs white dog, rabid with taste for my dying old cat as the brown dog, free from his leash took to tormenting my son's 20 year old cat that was hoping only for some peace and a little bit of sunlight before his impending death. An attack was never part of the plan.

I watched from afar as my son came to the house. I lingered outside without him knowing I was there. Being dead is being invisible, you can be wherever you want and no one sees you.

The pain of watching him relive another death crushed me and I was unable to comfort him. His heart was broken in two and his tears flooded the fur of his beloved cat as he whispered in his ear that it was OK to go. The cat trying to be so strong and brave trying to raise his head and my son's large hands coddling the delicate and small head of his once viking prince of a cat.

Crushed by forces...both my son and his prized beast....

and what do we get from the stupid woman who let her stupid 8 year old hold a leash of a beast twice her size?!

GUSTAF VALDIMIR BLACK CAT...HAIL THEE!!!!

I thought having an non-beating heart and ice cold veins could never undo me but tonight I have been undone.

Tonight I feel the rage again and tonight, I want to kill.....


Blindead by Blonde has some reckoning to attend too!  And fuck you dog owners...eye for an eye when a cat dies by their jaw!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I had Thoughts Today about Dying

It is not like I can not cease to exist; an undead can cease to exist....she just needs to set herself on fire and let every atom of her body evaporate into the circle of energy we call the earth system.

But I am not ready to cease existence. I want very much to stay here and watch over my son.

And while this is my most admirable pursuit and quite frankly the only one; I have some dark ones that I would like to continue to delve into.

These darker pursuits would be the bad men that we all know exist and many of us have had the unfortunate displeasure to run into. I do not mean to go all 'Thelma and Louise' on y'all but I think that story tells it all and offers up some true advice; that one gun shot can snuff out a bad man and stop the heartache for many women.

You can be so perfect and so sweet and that sweetness is resented by men. If you want to be with a good man than you need to be strong and unwilling to yield.

The bitches in this world get everything...the mouse scours the ground for little bits of whatever is left.

Do not be a mouse!!

I was a mouse once and it got me into many bad places where I coward in the corner. Now that I am undead, the fear is no longer with me and I can take my revenge.

I do not suggest you follow pursuit of my final hour but I do want you to live life and be well.

The first rule to gain control of men is knowing that you have the power. You have something they want and porn and hand jobs will not satisfy them. They need you and they want you and the more you make them wait and tease them....the more they will beg.

We were all young once and we inadvertently teased men without knowing how much power that held. Have we lost that now that we are a little older? Of course we have and do you know why?Because someone told you not to be a prick tease because guys don't like that. Guess what gender was spreading that gossip? One guess only, but I bet you do not get it wrong!

Being a prick tease is the very essence of your power over men. Read up on some famous french courtesans and see how much they acquired in their lifetime for being smart and strong and ignoring the rhetoric of men!!!

I will post some writing of the most famous courtesans in the world but for now, the movie 'Cheri' with Michelle Pfeiffer will get your studying started.

I will make sure before I go up in flames that I will rise like a phoenix and create stronger, better, smarter women who will break the men that think they have all the power over us.

Now, I have to go...it is a full moon tonight and I always enjoy killing one bad man in the moonlight.

Death only becomes the virtuous. Ahhh...guess that is why I remain undead!

Are You Crazy if You Say So?

They say your are not crazy if you say you are. Am I?

I am crazy and saying it does not make me any less crazy.

Of course being dead makes it easier to say.

I guess the right statement is that I was crazy but now I am just undead.

I had a right to be crazy when I was alive. bad things happened to me from early on that just seemed to punish me my entire living life.

Now I can talk about it because nothing phases me anymore.

SO let me share why being undead is better than living.

I was young and made a stupid bet with some teens. They bet me that they could ride over me on their bikes and I would flinch. I was arrogant and said no I won't.

They said if I flinch, I had to get in the car with them. It was two teenage boys and one teenage girl.

Well, I did flinch and so I paid up on the bet. I was 7 and did not really know what the cost was until I got in the car.

To this day I do not remember past the teenage girl holding me down in the back...I draw a complete blank,,,but I do not think it was.....

Well, whatever it was, it was the catalyst to my demise and one I never did recover from.....

Being dead and being able to kill people without remorse must have something to do with that day.

I wasn't the only little girl who got stuck in a car but I was the only little girl who got to leave breathing.

Devil or not the Devil

So how do I choose?

Now it is easy because I have crossed that threshold and no heaven is an illusion but many years ago while I was alive I had choices and made the wrong ones each time.

So, how do I teach you to not make the same mistakes I have?

Well, let me tell a story that may help.

Once upon a time...

cheeky yes but well deserved in my situation...

again,

Once upon a time there was a woman who had her choice of men and chose unwisely each time.

First she chose a man for money over a man who loved her and bought a pretty little sapphire ring and she thought nothing about it other than to pawn it to pay a bill.

Then karma hit her like a bat out of hell and all that she thought was it was worth it for the few years of peace from the fear of having no money comes from,  but it was crushed and pummeled beyond anything she ever imagined because as much as she tried to love the man, he knew she did not.

Loyalty and love turned in a horrible direction when he she refused to give any more of herself at the man's whim in the bed.

He took my home...

I said "Over my dead body. I will burn it to the ground before you get one penny."

Courts take these kind of statements to heart and it was enough to finds me behind a cage.

That woman, me, was locked away in an insane asylum while the man she thought would take care of her forever pieced away her life.

True story my friends....

I was locked away for over a year while the world took everything away from me.

When  I got out, I had nothing and no where to go.

I remember walking with my silly little suitcase filled with nothing but cotton t's and a few pair of pants.

I walked from the asylum two miles down to a Wal Mart to call the only number I had burnt in my mind.

And what is funny is that, I can't remember that number any more or who I called or how I got back back home. I say a home but it was not mine...I was reminded about that every day I lived there.

All I remember is the punishment did not fit the crime.

Give me a bit to remember.... after all....I have been dead a long time and my old life is hard to remember

The blondead will write again....I promise

Stray with me for just a little bit...

I may not be here much longer but while I am....I have some good advice for you girls

and warnings for you men


.

The unDead Dance

Validation

I was sitting by my gravestone the other day and 'Whaaaa?!!" happened but an ex boyfriend who was stupid enough to leave me showed up at my stone while I was there.

He didn't see me..that is one of the things going on in this undead thing..I figured out I can see everyone and they can see me unless they loved me.



The ones that love me, I am a ghost.

Kinda cool from my perspective because I can remain close.

Anyhoo,

I feel like a kid who was given up for adoption and the Mamma hunted me down...

Affirmation!!!

Awesome!!!!

Thank you Ex...I don't why this makes me smile...I have no emtion, just thiis giant fucking ssmile on my face....

Semper Phi Dude

Really?!! No flowers for my grave?!!

Douche!

It is all good in a dead Blonde's world

Booya...Back Again

Taking on a new form and the transition has been odd.

I am stuck in the 80's wanting nothing but vintage stuff...clothes, cars, men with whipped wing hair....

I look good for dead...28 until forever is not so bad...I can live with it...

be a slut forever can be cool!!

I am still stuck between killing peeps and fucking them...but eventually I will find my purpose...I am pretty sure it won't be a super hero but it will be something....

 I will let you know...stay in touch;)



By the way..the Continental Club in Houston sucks...the music was too fucking loud and uncool...Fitzgeralds is the place to hang if your undead and have sensitive ears to the sound of music!

Blonde dead bitch is out!!

Still waiting for fire and ashes

I am over the anger phase and now just calm and quiet and waiting until that moment where the world ceases to exist as I know it....

I have traded in killing for some sexual devencies but it still does not feed my destructive mode.....

I will find something that does.

BTW...i finally got around to claiming my coffin from customs...

The story llater

The blonde is being a busy biatch

Go Away!!!

Fuck!!

Stop it!!

The dark cloud tht came my way has left but I felt it while it was here.

It cast grey over everything.

I forgot that I wanted to e good and I went to the darker force and he...
He just has a way of pulling me into the dark grey abyss.

I am sorry for the fat cop killing. I feel bad I was angry about them.

I apologie but I reall yam not sorry.


Certain cops are mean and they pick on those who have not been in trouble and seem to get off on it so....I

alright

I am not sorry

I liked killing the fat cop

but now

the dark cloud has left

He is not here anyomore and I want to do good


ad I mean good without killing

You ave to forgive me for struggling

I had to leave my family, freinds, home, life because I was not growing old properly.

When your kid is the same age as you biop-metrically...

It does not make sense,

SO yes,
I arbor anger....

I hate to see my son cry at my tombstone.

I told him not bury me...I aksed that I be forgotten but he can't

and I see him every time when he visits a grave that is empty and all I want to do

is tell him

MOMMY is HERE

I am HERE

but I can't and so
OK a bloody mess for a biit

I am still pissed about my coffin and the stupid Duke and his bitchy wife...

I don't know my place

I don;t know where I belong and I have no friends and my
wing man had to go...

he told too many people and I had to kill him


Oh fuck......I am sorry..I wish I knew how to kill myslef so this could be all voer but everything I have tried has failed

Undead out for now....


PS..I could care less about proper writing so you dicks that send me typo errors...join my kill list!!!!!

Pandora's Box

One evil deed leads to another.

Do you want to be good?

Because I am tired of the bad and I know you may look at me like I am evil but I am not.

I am going through an adjustment period.

Yes, I kill people just because I can.

But I only kill the ones that you would not like any way.

It is hard being undead and knowing I don't worry about the law any more. The law was always an asshole anyway.

You think they are bad? The whole psych genre is on my 'to die list'.

Anyhoo....

back to fat ass cops....

Seriously, how can you eat donuts, be 300 lbs and chase someone down?

You can't.

So the obese stupid fucks wait for an easy target.

You can pull someone over for an expired sticker to get your quota.

Well guess what?!

I like killing the fat ones...they are my easy target!!!!

Like I said, I am going through an adjustment period but I promise only to kill the ones that are most  irritating to the living!!!

Fee Fi Fo Fum

OK? Seriously? 

A fairy tale beginning for my blog? 

Anyhoo...

I am concerned for a few people who may have a problem with my certain condition.

I do not want to hurt anyone who does not deserve it.

But.....

I can't have 'curious cathies' who are a little too intent on saving me or saving others from getting in my fanny pack.

Again?

Seriously?

Would I ever carry a fanny pack?

Although, I doubt it would be stolen as quickly as customs stole my decked out coffin!!!

Yes!!

You are damn right I am still pissed about it!

I am going to the beach and hitting some surf and board and will not kill anyone for now.

BUT

Check back...

I might want to hit the murderabilia guy...

Help this clueless victim's crime advocate out before I do.

Who can't figure out how to stop murderabilia from being sold and collected?

Here is a clue...

.GALLON OF GAS AND A MATCHSTICK!!

The undead is off to the coast before the storm hits the fan....

He comes in Thursday.

Murderablia

Have you ever heard of such a term?

Quite gross if you think about someone collecting finger and toenails as a souvenir from a serial killer.

But who I am to question what is art to some and a meaningful reminder to others?

I should have kept something from the Doctor but I prefer pop art.

Anyhoo,

Thursday, a dark cloud is rolling into my city.

The last time he shared space near me; many things died and a flood occurred in a hundred year flood zone.

Literally, not figuratively, little animals fell out of trees and died and I was useless to save them.

But that was in another life.

I do not know how I feel about it now since I am undead and the world is a cruel beast I am no longer apt to save.

I am free from those things now.

Things like empathy, care, and sadness.

What rips through my heart now is an uncontrollable urge to ignore all that once touched me.

This dark cloud is coming my way and I do not want to see the storm.....

Even the undead can not out run the past.....

Itsy Bitsy Spider

Itsy bitsy spider got washed out by the rain

but out came the sun

 and dried up all the drain

 and itsy bitsy spider cralled out in time to kill again

From Cymera