You know, there are so many words that we use. Some words we just use all of the time without even thinking about using them. Some words we never use because we never know them. Some words we use sometimes for some things and sometimes not at all. Words are something that are apart of what makes us human, of what makes us unique, of what makes us who we are. Words are clearly important. And I am someone who knows that for certain. I have always used words for many things. Certain types of words for things. Why, yes, I am very smart with how I use words. A word I can think of using well would have to be pigeons. I remember when an old woman walked up to me once and asked me a question: “Do you know where the park is?” She asked that because she wanted to feed the pigeons. Apparently, it was one of that woman’s favorite daily habits. Oh, she was such a sweet darling. I told her that the park was to her left. She was very happy that I said something and it made me feel good…….when I pushed her and she fell on the road. Splat, went that appallingly ancient old hag! Just like Wyle E. Coyote on those Road Runner cartoons! Oh, yeah, that was rich. Never have I seen someone so dead since I was at that Andy Dick comeback stand-up show. Or this other time, when I used the word nutmeg with this blind guy who asked me if what he was eating was ice cream from an ice cream bucket. I assured him that it was just ice cream that tasted like nutmeg. In that moment, He had nothing to worry about………nothing but the stomach virus that quickly developed in his body after he puked basically just fucking everywhere all over the store from eating a cup of some brown stuff that sat there for days. Oh, I was practically dying of laughter. I kicked him right in the balls, which made him puke even harder and caused me to laugh somehow more hysterically.

Yeah, I love words. I always have, especially names. Yes, I like the names to many things as well. There was a time when there was this college student, completely stoned out of his mind. He was going batshit crazy, moving around with his waving arms, shouting randomly, and had only his underwear on. He was also sticking his tongue out, jumping all around the campus. And he started yelling Freddy over and over again. Then laughing at himself.

Anyways, another guy from that campus came up to me and said that he wanted to find more of, and I quote, “shit that makes me feel like I am the almighty king of werewolf monster truck orgies.” I told him that he can find that stuff somewhere in Antarctica. He just stared at me, looking like he was lost space. But he still looked all giddy and shit, which was nice. But you want to know about something even nicer? There was this one night when I was watching TV in my living room, and I saw the news about some guy who froze to death while being naked in Antarctica. He was with two guys, one was a former pornstar who got arrested for public indecency with a traffic cone, a rope, and a Woody Woodpecker plushie. The other was known for eating anything, so much so he was on a reality show on TLC for it. It was not surprising why he was a frozen, naked, half-eaten corpse, at least to me. I laughed my ass off seeing what happened to this foolish bastard. It was good TV.

Yeah, I love words and how I use them in my life. And when I am done for the day, when I am damn tired and I just want to lie down and sleep, I think about words. I think about more words I can use when I speak to others, and what the hell will happen to them from whatever it is that I say. It’s damn fun thinking, planning, analyzing, imagining the people who you could potentially see and interact with. The people whose lives I can change by just saying a few words. The deaths that could happen. The many deaths that occur. Oh, I can already visualize each and every death that could happen while I am falling asleep dreaming. There are so many ways; you can be such a creative artist by having such strong variety and a mind brimming with vigorous, wild imagination.

Like I wrote before, there are so many ways. There is poisoning, manipulating, beating, dismembering, taunting, stabbing, choking, eating, fucking, shiting, tearing, pissing, ripping, and many, many more. It feels so wonderful, so riveting! I mean, what a genuine, absolute blast! All the things that could happen, all of those things that could happen do happen and a part of what causes those things to happen is the way I use my words to destroy. Destroying things is my number one passion, and words are, in my opinion, the best way of doing that. Words have always been used to destroy things either by a demand, an insult, telling a brutal truth, a beautiful lie. Words are just splendid for that, just splendid. I do not know what else I should write about. I mean, should I write about lollipop people who eat each other? Or should I write about a family who has so much sex with each other, they become an ultra strong family called The Incredible Incestibles? Nah, nah, I’m too tired right now. But I will think of something with words. Wonderful words I can use to get what I want most: to cause shock, awes, and some pain and suffering. That, or I can use them to order a chicken sandwich with Barbecue sauce smeared on it. Mmmmm, delicious! Either way, both are great.