Again, no sleep.

November 13th, 2008

I am laying here with a troubled mind. I am pondering, “What kind of man beats a woman?”

Do wife beaters do it out of fear? Are they repressed fags who believe that these women are their physical equal? Maybe it’s because they have a little dick and the girl won’t let them put it in the cornhole.

Whatever it is, it isn’t right. Maybe they should join me in a fight, I would show them how a real man throws a punch.

Fuck, I want to sleep, but I think beating the shit out of one of those pussies would satisfy me more.

I am Jack’s lost gripe.

November 11th, 2008

Haven’t had much to vent about lately, well, at least nothing worthwhile.

I guess people fear me so they don’t piss me off.

I am Jack’s costume.

October 31st, 2008

A tattered shell of a man beaten about by the white collar society and left for dead.

How do you like it?

Fucking insomnia

October 30th, 2008

And I think I am getting sick, fuck.