we were going to write something interesting. and emotional. and expressive. something genuine, unique, and beautiful. something sly yet surprisingly truthful. joyful, yet dramatic. Poignant, poetic, touching, and funny. Profound, provoking, and stunning. A real knee slapper and head turner. perhaps also an eye crosser and brain banger. but nothing of the sort comes to mind that we’ll write. for the thoughts that plague us now are better left unshared.
“so share them.” – odie.
“really. really?” – odie mama
“yep. its our forum.” – odie
“as you wish, odysseus.” – odie mama
“remember: no regrets. our readers have had ample warning as to what lies ahead.” – odie.
“no regrets. until the morrow.” odie mama.
“dont worry. ___________ dont read our blog. theyre too busy _________ each other.” odie.
“True. here goes nothing. ” -odie mama.
“you mean Everything. buckle up cowboys! ” odie.
A bit of the dark demon within wants to be satisfied by bloodthirsty, justice-laden retribution. but what does it profit a man to think such thoughts? what might a man who deigns to destroy others feel?
“aside from absolute, ecstatic, wretched delight?” – odie mama.
“Maybe we should have waited til your dark cloud passed…” – odie.
“too late… Just tuck your tail and go back to sleep. well know by afternoon how this has all turned out. and stop interrupting me. this post is already turning out really good.” – odie mama
“if you say so…” odie.
In a way ,the fact these thoughts of skull crushing revenge are “wrong” makes them “oh so right”. in general i relish the idea of the supreme gods bringing human filth low. My preferred godly justice Method: KowTow. (Nothing less for these particular morons that are tonight’s target would satisfy). I envision them on their knees. prostrate. mud in their faces. whimpering because its hard to breath. and because they dont have time to bicker over their own inanity/falsehoods in that position. only then will they be given the added fare of Neck breaking blows from a club to emphasize their unavoidable status as “trailer-trash-dirtbags-that-the-gods-dislike-terribly”. club blows included gratis :)
happy happy joy joy.
how sweet. how savory. how glee ridden. for not only me to witness, but for others too. (truth: odie couldnt give a flying rat squirrel’s monkey fuck either way. god bless him). i could sell tickets to this event. i wholeheartedly belive the town square, littered with the corpses of those they’ve shat on, couldnt fill up fast enough for an audience if/when these two skanks were paraded and quartered.
disclaimer: i would never force a fools cognizance by my own hands. no need to mention other, better weapons than hands. best leave that to the experts above, or even better, the fools themselves. self destruction is the key to learned lessons. and lots of rum. all kinds. all colors.
call me forever childish, but i delight in the idea of a run of the mill asshole being torn/destroyed a new one large enough to drive his sins through without resistance. “destroyed” is too harsh a word. and should never be in the same sentence as asshole. so i amend my words with a rephrasing of sorts; i simply ask that the gods bring those who have little respect for others/each other/themselves to their knees. once broken in the ways ive plotted in the darkest corners of my mind, these pions would never have a way to hurt others again. the end.
“well that was refreshing.” – odie
“wasnt it though?” – odie mama.
“you still havent told us who the trailer trash is or how theyve wronged you. im curious…” – odie
(stepping on his line.)
“you hush now. and know that sometimes appropriate punishments can be designed by a tired witness as opposed to a direct victim.” – odie mama.
“youd make a great lawyer, mama.” – odie.
“why thank you little booger.” – odie mama.
“dont tell anyone, but i like it when you call me that.” – odie.
“i promise not to tell a soul. night lil’ Booger.” – odie mama.
“night mama.” – odie.
o and om. – unbelievably (or believably) pirate juice free.