Monday, March 14, 2005

Intro to an endless ramble

For many years I have attempted to write a book but it has always been scribblings on napkins or random pieces of cardboard while sitiuated in the middle of nowhere waiting for the next potential ride to pass. So, it should be pretty obivious that these rants do not exist anymore. Now I will use and abuse the information superhighway to collect my thoughts and put down in a "proper manner". This will be an auto-biography of my life and the characters/roadside prophets which helped enlighten my narcotic/hallucinagenic ridden mind. There is no life lesson in the story. If you the reader finds something that inspires you - good on ya - but this is for me. I dedicate this endless ramble to the impoverished everywhere. The populus that was sectioned off into a class from birth with no real choice. The real people of this world and not of this world that have seen the light and know there is something terribly wrong going on. To my friends who only know me as Slim. And finally to Hunter S. Thompson, my writing inspiration. May he rest in peace after his corpse is fired out of cannon.
OK here goes nothing.... or something?

Friday, March 04, 2005

Who is...

Ernst Zundel went to jail for denying the holocaust and inciting hate yesterday in Germany. He's the guy that led the Heritage Front in Toronto and spoke multiple times at seminars Canada wide about the greatness and purity of the white man. Also the guy that the ARA frequently molatoved in Toronto to the point where he wrapped his house in plastic, almost like a condom so the fiery bottles just bounced off. Also the guy who was idolic in the minds of the pitiful street skinheads like the ones that stabbed me and friend. So all in all I hate this guy and I hope large Jewish men anally rape him in his cell at Mannheim prison until the day he dies.

Thursday, March 03, 2005

War Crimes

It's a landmark, a glorious day, Ernst Zundel has finally gone away. Hate incitor, mind alterator, liberation movement annihalator. Idolic only to the pinheads and confused, our war to get you out - put you away could, could not be refused. Rot in twisted fundamentalist Hell you sick fuck.

Wednesday, March 02, 2005


This ramshackle world isn't safe, it's multiple earthquakes.
Breakin down like a junkie with a case of shakes.
Rollin and turnin, crashin'n burnin. Burroughs said it right and locked airtight, paranoids are the ones who seen the light.