Blue tongues

Papa Smurf, Can I lick your ass? [Yeah, Lick my ass, Bitch]

Oh it feels so good!
What's up baby, homestyle
stick out your tongue and make me smile
inbetween the mountains, come on in
and on my face you see a big grin
I like a girl with a big tongue
When she opens up her mouth she can touch the roof
To get with this, you've gotta have guts.
I like it when they rub my nuts.
Lick my booty from the bottom to the top
WHOO!
Just don't stop
Come on Bitch just drive me crazy
Stick out your tongue make me cry like a baby
Boys from the Bottom like them hos
All them girls booty-lickin' ho's.
Take a chance, don't do it too fast
Remember get dirty when you're lickin' my ass.

Papa Smurf, Can I lick your ass? [Yeah, Lick my ass, Bitch]

The Church of Self-Deification

Yeah the title is kinda shite but I could not think of anything more suitable to my self-indulgent ways.

What is TCOSD?

Who are its members?

What is its religious stance?

Too many fucking questions here and if I have time in my busy fuckin schedule to fill you in then I will.

Current members ~

Seeker ~ The Divine One (aka H.N.I.C.)
Nord ~ The High Priestess (The DO's woman)
Trashman ~ The High Priest (in charge of the cash flow)
Jay ~ The Alter Boy (Hope you women like him in a loin cloth)
Tsarina ~ Training Co-ordinator (in charge of Seeker's Youth)
Texas Jack ~ The Divine Sword (Responsible for all security and weapon procurement)
Reaz ~ The Expurgator (On site liberal)
Kate T.P. ~ Lady of Dishabille (Leads the all nude choir/Dancers)

(Further Jobs to be filled at a later date and as they come about)


Seeker's Song of Praise:

Seeker is annoyed by me! This I know,
For his blog tells you so;
Little ones to Him belong,
They are unlearned and he is God!
Yes, Seeker hates you!
Yes, Seeker hates you!
Yes, Seeker hates you!
For his blog tells you so.

Seeker loves Nord! she who smiled,
The woman that lay back and let him into her life;
He will rock her world removing all strife,
Let the fun and games begin!
Yes, Seeker loves her!
Yes, Seeker loves her!
Yes, Seeker loves her!
For his blog tells you so.

Seeker hates you! despises you still,
When you're very weak and ill;
From His shining throne on high,
Comes to watch you where you lie.
Hoping, Hoping you shall die!
Yes, Seeker hates you!
Yes, Seeker hates you!
Yes, Seeker hates you!
For his blog tells you so.

Seeker hates you! He will stay,
Far, Far away; The 3 foot rule always in play.
Some day His face I'll see,
Upon it a grimace of anger towards you and me.
Yes, Seeker hates you!
Yes, Seeker hates you!
Yes, Seeker hates you!
Because his blog tells you so.

Tumbleweeds

I have been a busy bastard of late and my postings have suffered tremendously do to many factors. I am going to try and get back on track with my writing but if for some unknown reason I start to fall off the wagon and the vegetation starts to creep around my comatose body just ignore it and let me wallow in my non-inebriated way.

Yes the Red Socks won the blah, blah, blah… My reply to this is, “Big Fucking Deal”. Your comment should be, “Why Seeker old chap I do think you are correct and what an excellent choice in word usage kudos to you!”

For the love of God please do not make a post about this stupid fucking game! Baseball has to be one of them most boring events ever created (perhaps with the exception of tennis). The fellas get paid huge sums of money to hit a white ball and run around square objects placed in some dirt. After the game they usually go out and do their drugs, steroids, or whatever it is that suits their fancy; and off to the next town to play yet another game so that people can act all pissed off about a play that they do not like and cause a man to hit some bitch with a chair.

I have a great idea here. Let’s take the money you dumb asses spend watching your beloved games and pay some scientists to cure cancer or give MVP to the fuck who cures AIDs. Do you not think that we would lure more minds towards these fields if there was very strong incentive to do so and to research these things? Naw, fuck it… you guys are right lets watch some morons run around the bases and make 10 million a year that’s way more fun.

Going back to my poor blogging habits – I am going to do some fill in here. If you get lost it is not my fuckin problemo! The main reason I started writing a blog was to get back the feel for writing a story and try to make something comprehensible out of it. I really did not care for grammar and was more into the ideology of getting the plot across and getting my few chuckles, or roll of the eyes from the audience. My next step was to take the funniest of the few and to go do improv at the local comedy club one night – It is something I have always wanted to do just one time; to say I had. Somehow all that got fucked up and I started getting a couple of readers and I began to write for them (you)…. Shit changes I was not writing for myself anymore. It became work. I also have to throw in the vague “I met a girl on here” thoroughfare as well, and in this I am a bit busier than I was when this all started out. Come to think of it I have decided to move to another Goddamn country for Christ’s Sake! All of this excitement came from wanting to do stand-up comedy one night? I am going to have to say, “Yes”. There is no other way to explain any of it except to say that whenever the Spirit calls I let it lead the way and do what I am told to do.

Basically that bit of rambling on was to say that I am going to go back to writing for myself. I hope you stick around and I give you a little off the cuff enjoyment now and again, but if I do not and you take your leave I’ll hand your coat and hat to you on the way out into the cold night air and wish you Godspeed in all future journeys.

What else is new with ole Seek?

Sold my house today.

I went to court on Monday and let the judge have my 2 cents on what I thought of the legal system – concerning child welfare - here in Oklahoma (story for another time).

4 weeks and no cigarettes yet (Fuck man quitting cold turkey is a pain in the ass)

Moved in with the parental units until I head off into the land Down under. Pretty much sucks ass to have to do what they say. (Why is it parents still think of you as 12 years old even though you are an adult?)

Guess that wraps it up for now.

Terrorism/Schmerrorism

The following is merely a rant and it is bound to piss some of you off.

I dont really care...............

Love Seeker


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ter·ror·ism P Pronunciation Key (t r -r z m)
n.
The unlawful use or threatened use of force or violence by a person or an organized group against people or property with the intention of intimidating or coercing societies or governments, often for ideological or political reasons.



Alright peeps… I want you to read that fucking definition and get to know it. This is what my discussion is going to be about today.


The key to the above definition is the following:

“…often for ideological or political reasons.”

This is where our leaders are able to say that anyone or anything that causes havoc, death, mayhem, war, et. al. can be considered as terrorists.

I say bullshit! Look people and listen up. We are inundated by these types of seasoned grammatical usages so that you will be the tools that you really are. You will allow your blind beliefs lead you into following the men who need you to be afraid so that they can remain in power and rule over their kingdom with an iron fist.

Looking back in our recent and distant past we can see that there are a lot of acts that can be called terrorist or caused terrorism if we say that the verbiage currently in use is actually correct.

1. The patriots, minutemen, signatories of the Declaration of Independence all fit under this word.
2. The men, and women, that rampaged L.A. after the Rodney King verdict.
3. The Civil Right’s activist’s that walked for freedom of oppression.
4. Homosexual parades.
5. The Allied invasion of Germany.


If I need to explain my philosophy behind why I put this small list of items down then feel free to ask away. My hope is that you see it yourselves.

In every conflict in mankind’s history there is proof positive that the winner was the one who wrote the documents that created their side’s view as the favorable victor, and in the same instant playing the loser as evil, demonic, heinous, and in need of being cleansed from society.

To go into further craziness we can even say that our invasion of Iraq was terrorism at it’s finest. The nay-sayors amongst you shaking your heads need to listen up. The point and time has come for you to quit being the sheep and learn to look and listen as the wolf!

While I do feel sorrow at the tragic events of 9/11 – I still feel that the populace is over looking the events of The Oklahoma City bombing! Where are these families millions of dollars for the loss of their loved ones? This was a Fucking Federal building and the WTC was a civilian target… How easily people seem to forget.

I say that mass death is a horrible thing but it is also a part of life. Deal with it and move on. I think the truly most horrid part of all of it would have been the view of men and women who were trapped in the burning inferno of the upper floors and had to face the fate of jumping to their deaths or to be burned alive with jet fuel – tough fucking choice that one.

The thought crosses my mind that in the future the government that you tools profess so much love for are going to find a way to make each of you ineligible to vote, to make you in some a way a felon or have to endure the loss of the rights that your fore fathers died for. Thinking about how many people are killed by Drunk drivers each year…

During 2002, 17,419 people in the U.S. died in alcohol-related motor vehicle crashes, representing 41% of all traffic-related deaths (NHTSA 2003a).
See=CDC

Oh man! That’s quite a few more fatalities that are incurred by our very own denizens! Yeah it qualifies for terrorism…

Fuck … these figures could go on for eternity. Let me just wrap it up by saying that you need to get your asses back in your chair and quit acting like you are appalled or that you know something about the world in which we live.

If you can tell me that it is ok for the USA to withdraw from global responsibility, and to make policy that caters one then I am afraid there is not going to be much use for this grand nation before to long. Keep voting in your people who want you to live in fear of the unknown. Keep hiding behind your cellophane windows thinking you are safe.

No matter what is done, changes put into effect today can be over turned tomorrow.


Personally I am not the type that likes to be told when I can take a shit or how long I'm supposed to hold my piss.

Are You?

You Suck Goat titties

Damn no one guesses for shit then everyone quits it all together.

heres the last clue unscramble the word(s) and you will have the answer of where i will be going.


salatairu

Guess the Move

Ok my wonderful little blogging peeps....

Here is something for you to ponder.

I shall be moving in the next 3-4 months, and if you're bored why don't you try to guess and if you are right then I will tell you... but if you are wrong then I guess you will never know eh? LOL...

3 guesses per person, and I may drop hints if I feel like it, and if I don't then you are just shit out of luck aint yas ;)

Innana is disqualified so please do not put the answer out there sis ;)

Inspired by Zelda

Damn Darlin' what a pair of:






HOOTERS!

Tales from the Morgue

Well I have been gone a week and have decided to return once again to blogger land. To be honest I thought of turning in my penchant for blogging and just letting it all go by the way-side. That thought was totally revoked once I asked the lady in my life what she thought and was verbally abused for the better part of 5 minutes. So here i am playing a bit of catch up. Blah, Blah, Blah... fuck all you retarded bastards who keep talking about my genitalia.


So what has happened in the last week?

Zelda finally posted her and Jeth's picts. All i can say to that is "Sweet mother of God! Your fuckin' Hoo Hoo's are tig bitties Dayum!" I also must say other than my obvious fascination with her breast size she is a cutie Jethro is a lucky man (winks).


I watched Fahrenheit (9/11) last night. I can say it quite thought out but there is an obvious bias involved that ruins the whole lot. I chuckled at the little jokes about the little coalition of the willing he implied.

Thing is you fucking cunt... Australia, United Kingdom, Canada, Japan, Italy also had fucking people in there why does everyone keep talking about the smaller nations and leave out the true firepower involved?

Something that did interest me was a black man(That's right I said black, not negro, not African- American he is a god damn black man; talking about what he was the true response would be that he was a Black mother-fucking American! Stupid PC liberal asshats.) Spoke about how he reacted when he first saw pictures of how we had gone in and blew apart the neighborhoods over there. His comment was one I have commonly wondered myself and it basically was that we have neighborhoods here in the US that look just as bad.

The Camel Jockey that was going to castrate me for 20.00 $US in petrol finally got wise and makes everyone pre-pay now. He has a nice little sign at the pumps. If I can get my mom's camera I'll grab picture of it for you lol.

Christopher Reeve died. I really do not give a fuck. That asshole was pompous, arrogant, and not involved in any sort of action for the betterment of mankind until he got mutilated by his horse riding incident. Personally, I am kinda glad that shit head died. I hated looking at his retarded, gimp ass on my TV. Payback is a bitch mo-fo!

Karma

As far as my surgery... It hurt like hell. I also took this time to quit my pack a day habit, and quit drinking soda. I am an irritable, cranky bastard and I am also coming down from my drug induced high that I have been living off of for 7 days. Talking about a fucking withdrawal attack!
I just got to keep pleasant thoughts of world anarchy in my mind and everything will be ok.

My life has been inundated with my stupid bitch ass ex-wife. Heh... Heh... I'll tell you why soon.


I have to state for the record that I am now officially obssessed with breasts after the pair of jugs that Zelda posted. God damn it! I have always been an Ass man but for some unknown reason every nice sized set of tits that walk by me perk me up and make me smile. Wtf is that? I mean really now! A nice ass walks by... man.. mm mm good... you just want to bend her over and give it to her doggy style ya know? You want to own that ass and feel the wet goodness. Withthe boobies its all a lot of fucking work you got to master the one handed unsnap (any guy who can't is a fag) then if you is gonna suck ‘em you got to work them loose and if you is gonna fuck em then you got to take the clothes off and climb on top... bleh. See the point? Shit a doggy style entry is quick clean no fuss no muss just lift the skirt, drop the pants and panties whatever it is and get the groove on.

But now.... I keep thinking about the boooooobages.


Thanks a lot.

You're friend the cigarette needing feemer,

Seeker

P.S. ~ I am sure the entire post is rambling. Well I don't really give a god damn, so shove it up your ass.

Last Rights

I shall be having surgery tomorrow. No it is not for penis enlargement! I am having a second surgery on my sinuses, and my uvula(mmm this word is so close to vulva) removed. So to Jay I must say Fuck you! My absense will be for a few days, and I hope that you, my visitors, can spend some time reading my older posts. I have some good ones back in June and late May..you will get a good chuckle in a definite Seeker-esque manner.

If I die then all I can say is that I have written the last word.

Peace out!

S.

Muholland Dr.

Got this from Jack Smynde. I never have seen this so perhaps it is time.



-Mulholland Dr.-


Your Mulholland Dr.! Either your obsessed with
someone, or your just insane. Just remember if
something seems too good to be true, your
probably imagining it!


What David Lynch movie are you?
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This Is Not Tech Support

Sitting here pondering the meaning of life, I have come to the sinking realization that I have been engrossed in the perusal of other blogs than tending to my own.

Shakes off the dust

The current music giving my writing inspiration is "Ride Captain Ride" by The Blues Image. The song starts out with these words:

Seventy-three men sailed up from the San Francisco Bay
Rolled off of their ship, and here's what they had to say
"We're callin' everyone to ride along to another shore
We can laugh our lives away and be free once more"....

Now I am not even going to try and go into the actual semantics of the true meaning; let's just say that I feel it calling to me telling me to let behind all the pain and sorrow this world has brought me and start looking at the world in the way I want it to be. There is no need to view this thing called Life as it is presented to me.

Recent Events

Yesterday evening BAD1 and my self were at the gas station. I was running on fumes and if I didn't get the petrol we were going to be pounding the pavement. There is also the fact that he loves to feel like a Grown-up and pump the fuel. This is all fine and dandy in my book and it gives him something to learn how to do. I went in and left him with the simple instruction fill 'er up. He set about his task and I went into the store to pay and buy us a couple of cokes. I head to the counter to wait for him to be finished when I look up and he is running to the door.

Eyes a bit wide (kids and petrol do not mix), I ask What's up bro?. Chuckling I explain to him in simple terms that he is to use the button marked 87. Since he is in the store with me I tell him to wait and pay for the drinks adding that we are going to be getting 10 dollars worth of the stinky stuff.

The man behind the counter was a Slurpee Head which is not that big a deal to me. As a matter of fact there is one over by my house and I get on quite well them and have a few chats about life in general, but this guy would have been more at home on my TV with a kalashnikov in his hand shouting out for the heads of Americans, hell, why don't we just throw on some goat skin and a towel and he's fucking made in the shade.

The following conversation (if you can call the guttural sounds mixed with Praise Allah! the art of communication.):

I have these two drinks and want to get 10 in the PT

Li Li, Li, Li! Praise be to Allah! That will be twenty dollars

No man I want 10.

It will be twenty dollars or you shall pay with the life of your sons!

Out comes the Sinbad sword

What the fuck are you going on about? Whoa... easy now... BAD1 did you put any petrol in the car?

The little dude gulps as he whispers to me in horror No dad! I haven't even put anything in it yet

The English language has ceased to be uttered as we enter the domain of La-Di-Li-Li-Li! All I understand is him saying the word twenty repeatedly

Getting irritated, Dude I don't know what the hell you're saying but I am getting ten dollars worth, now ring me up!

Those cowardly dogs! I will castrate them with my thumb nail, and laugh as they scream in pain! My humble apologies for the thieves who took your fuel.

No man how much is it?, Deep voice inflected with a bit of the I'm going to kick some ass soon even if I am wearing my slippers.

The total is$12.84..



There are times where you sit and wonder in awe at the world in which we live. Then the thought slams you back into reality as the realization comes that you have just lost minutes of your life that will never be regained.


Motherfucker.