Get a clue.

I never understood why some people couldn’t take a hint. You know what I mean? Those people that are really just fucking pissing you off and they’re too simpleminded to realize. I can’t stand those obtuse twats, and in some cases, I feel bad but get the fuck away from me. I can only take some people for so long and then I get to a point where I’d rather have my ears bitten off by Mike Tyson then have to listen to them even take another breath. Really, most people I have come to meet in this life, either talk too much or they just flat out rub me the wrong way when they happen to look in my direction. The pathetic smiles of imbeciles. We’re surrounded by them everyday, and it starts to make one wonder whether or not they’re a headcase. At least, I know have I been contemplating the thought for some time.

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Parking Meters After Dark

It’s time to rid the world of parking meters. Have you ever wondered, what would happen if every motorist on the planet, decided to stop putting money in the parking meters? Would they disappear? Would they explode? Who knows, the conformity puppets that I share society with would never let it happen, the fucking squares. I mean would the world really fucking end if everyone just paused and decided they were done paying to publicly park? I honestly, don’t think it would. It might for the parking enforcement though. How about those fuckers, am I right? I wish my dick could get that hard. Continue reading “Parking Meters After Dark”

the Phantom

Dead by dawn
as dusk leaves horizon
lost in deception
but death never finds him
a phantom in the night
his path has subsided
no reasons at all like
rising tides or passing time and
he will need some protection
for the angels have gone
left him alone, now
the reaping’s begun
a phantom in the night
returns out of habit
fueled with rage, hide
your soul or he’ll grab it
failing to listen, oh how
he loves that decision
he’ll find death by dawn
with the immortal precision
so as dusk leaves horizon
there ends the inception
a long dark night, the
phantom happened to find him

TQS

stumpedwise.

The Promised Land

Despite what anyone tells you and what you believe, we all suck. You suck, I suck, he sucks, she sucks, everybody fucking sucks, literally. That one kid in the corner sucks dick and the girl next to him has a thing for pussy, and the ones by the vending machines, oh boy, those kids suck asshole. I mean, it’s 2018, if you’re not sucking ass for enjoyment or sexual stimulation rather than trying to get ahead in life, what the fuck are you doing, you pitiful, unsanitary pricks?

Hey, don’t get me wrong, to each his own, I am no judge of how one chooses to get off or who they choose to love, but we all do fucking suck. I probably know what you’re thinking, “I don’t suck ass, I eat that shit”, but you’re wrong, regardless of whatever you and your dense fucking brain want to think, you’re sucking, you sick fucks.

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Inevitable Hypocrisy

The blissful innocence of youth is something that most people took for granted growing up. I believe every person on this planet shares the same regret of rushing through childhood, no matter how their life ended up. Adolescence, for most, is a time lacking responsibilities, and it is most certainly a time of experimentation. I mean, I don’t know about some of you but for myself and many others I can assume that we all might as well have had lab kits or full on laboratories.

Hell, there was a kid who was smoking pot in grammar school. We were in the fourth grade, so, we were seven or eight years old, I’m sorry I don’t know the exact age, but yeah, fucked. It’s a funny thing though, last I heard someone was experimenting on that kids asshole in a cell. I was actually really happy to hear he was doing so well, you gotta shoot for the stars ya know, but anyway, the point is many kids try to enter the portal to the realm of adulthood, with no concern for the fact that it is nothing like anything anyone thinks it to be.

I mean really, what is so great about being an adult, legally being able to drink or drive? Continue reading “Inevitable Hypocrisy”

Faked Out and Fooled

Thoughts twisted and mind numb
Am I too smart?
Or am I too dumb?

Running on the track loosing your pace
The inside lanes the shortest
but your still falling behind in the race
Ya feel like giving up?
Pourin the wine to the top of your cup
and savin the energy for another day
But question the efforts
Where your intentions true?
Or did you try to be nimble?
Did you try to be slick?
But you fell face first over the candlestick
And landed in between the dragon and his wrath
Following in the footsteps of societies path
This wholesale realization might bring you down
Or make your heart pound
But what do we do when these thoughts come around?
Do we face it?
Or do we fold?
Do we ask the dealer for another hit?
Or do we hold?
Because at Adam and Eves table
Three aces stare you in the face
And you remember the day you fell behind in the race
Throw your cards down in the midst of the rush
But the guy sitting next to you got dealt a royal flush
You were faked out and fooled
By the expectation
You were faked out and fooled
By the temptation
You were faked out and fooled
By the sensation
You were faked out fooled
Through the combination

Your thoughts become twisted and your mind goes numb
You’re left there thinking
Am I too smart?
Or am i too dumb?

PD

stumpedwise

Thank you, enjoy

I am starting this blog because it is something I have always wanted to do, probably since around the time I was in the seventh or eighth grade. This has always been a dream, and the time has come where I found my voice, or at least I think I did. This is a new chapter in my life and it is to help myself cope with things going on with my life, and in order to do that I felt it was time to move on from the ragged old journal and open my mind to the world.┬áTo speak quite frankly, I do not give a fuck about whether or not you enjoy reading what gets posted. Honestly, the only care I have is being able to speak my mind, tell the stories I would like to, and overall just enjoy myself. I guess you could call this my therapy, and it is at the expense of either your enjoyment or misery. So to the people that find satisfaction with this post and the posts that follow, I thank you, and I promise, at least from my own point of view, there will never be a dull moment. A few friends of mine will also be sharing what they find worth telling the world. To go at this alone would just be futile, especially when I know of so many around me that share the same raw hunger I have to express themselves but do not know how to. All together, this is stumpedwise, a dream of mine that will finally meet reality. And to the people that don’t like what we have to say, how we write, our perspective on the world and whats going on in it or anything else that this site will offer in the future, and I can’t speak for anyone else, but go fuck yourself.

TQS

stumpedwise