Thread: The Devil You Know: Inside the mind of BlisteredBlood

All Along The Watchtower Bob Dylan Sunday Late Night, January 24th, 2010 Ugh. You have NO idea how hard it was for me to find that song, whether it was Sony Entertainment Group blocking it in this country like the dipshit pricks they are, worried that OH THE ARTIST HAS TO MAKE MONEY. Hmph! Quite ironically, there have been artists that actually spoke out against the corporate hacks that know nothing of how music works. Just to show you how hard it was, I had to go over to a Bulgarian YouTube-ish site - luckily, I came armed with Google Translate so I knew what the fuck it was I was supposed to do - to get the link and post it here to convey what's on my mind tonight. So. A family of several came to look at the inside of the house today. However, I think that once they saw the inside of the place, I think they were none too impressed. And besides, there were some dead giveaways as to how they're not interested in this house, especially not for the asking price of 120,000. At best? Maybe between 60k-92.5k. At least . Reasons? Let's see. Residual water damage in the living room ceiling, few bum stairs at both the dining room and front hallway stairwells - nearly had my foot caught in one - one rail broken, lead paint on the windowsills - major housing code violation - and god knows what else. All I know is that this place is coming apart at the seams. But hey. At least those people had their lookthrough of the house, considering that those people were by far and large one of the most nosiest SOB's I have ever laid eyes on. They even went into my mom's room , for god's sake! When she asked me out of their earshot where they were, I said it to her pointblank, no sugarcoating. She gave me a look on her face that said, Oh fuck no. I am gonna beat their asses, but instead kept quiet about it as did I when they were going to head upstairs. But considering how finicky I was getting because my brother's decorative bastard sword was hanging outside of his door which was closed, by the way. Well come on, I sure as hell was not going to allow those snot-nosed runts - I think I caught a slight nasal infection from one of them. Dead certain of it - touch my brother's stuff, much less a decorative sword that still could be sharp. Besides, there's a principle rule that our mom taught us straight from birth You wanna take a look at something? Ask for it! Not just grab it and say it's yours. If it's something sharp, you were to immediately put it down and back away from it before you got yourself hurt. But ya know? I'm certain there are those among us that have been through all of that, so it's fair to say that we've all had our fair share of idiots breathing down your necks and then some. But ya know, now that I mention idiots, I had the honor of ripping Rage one today before Trygon got his hooks into him a little more thoroughly. Plain and simple, I said what needed to be said of what he did wrong, which is in this case was... Well. EVERYTHING. Whether you think he got what he had coming is wrong or not up for discussion. It's whether or not you've admitted to the mistakes you made in the past and willing to admit it to yourself that you'll do better in the future. Besides, reputation and karma are some veritable things to avoid fucking over these days, especially in the age of the internet where everywhere you've been seems to haunt you into the twilight years of your life. If you're smart and you know enough to keep your nose clean, you'll do fine. Unlike a select few I've seen drifting through here and there, but that's another story. Those of you that were around in October of last year should know what I'm getting at. Ugh. I might as well call this a night and try to at least get some rest. Besides, this whole being sick thing is for the birds.