The Wolfe Among Us

Welcome to my Mad World Now grab your beer, grab your cigarettes, get in the goddamn car and let's go for a ride.

[thewolfeamongus]

My world is becoming a zoo

[thewolfeamongus]

Bleh

My last post was garbage. Great day and I could have wrote about it a lot better. I need to be harder on myself.

[thewolfeamongus]

Taking it by force

The first 24 hours in Pittsburgh so far would be one of the most successful days of my life. The day started very much as it normally does with me crawling out of bed and getting a shower, from there I decide to wander around the town of Zelienople before exploring the downtown of Pittsburgh with a new friend I had made. I am able to find a job within the first hour of looking, I'll be starting the job next week and it is merely a grocery store stocking job... but it is a paycheck, it is income in my pocket for the time being until I can find something better. After this I meet up with my friend, for the sake of privacy let's call her Duckie, and we go downtown with her graciously acting as my guide. We head to Point Park and as I walk down the street I am overcome with sensory overload... the smell while some would find unpleasant I instead found it invigorating, the sights... just looking up at the monoliths towering above me. It was all astounding and breathtaking, it filled me with such vigor and excitement. And so we walked downtown and she shows me Point Park University and I go in to check it out, sadly the financial aid department was closed by that time so no news there. After this we took a walk through the plaza and out to market square where there were numerous restaurants to eat at and as per advice from my friend Dan, tried a primanti sandwich. After we ate she then took me to a party at a private residence, a party full of depraved, perverted, deviant people and I love every single one of them. These are my kind of people: open, honest, friendly, and mostly nude. The first thing I saw entering this party is a nude woman stretched out on what appeared to be an early 1900s style medical table, and she was covered in various candies treats for people to eat off of her and next to the nude woman was an absinthe bar, of which I gleefully indulged. Now this home itself, this manor, was a site to truly behold. The place was full of oddities and freak show delights, from paintings to bizarre taxidermy to skeletons and various jarred organs and tissue. It was like walking to the home of the Addams family. Throughout the night I made numerous new friends and witnessed several acts of debauchery including floggings and bondage suspension. It was a fun night that capped off my first 24 hours in Pittsburgh with a bang. And to think some of you fuckers were worried I wouldn't do well here...

[thewolfeamongus]

Wake up and smell the ashes

We all have something inside of us that can make us great, we all have the ability to change the world for the better. We don't need this political garbage that's going on in the world, we don't NEED to worry about the problems these politicians are throwing in our faces, that we need to do something about this or about that or fighting over nonsense, they are keeping us busy to where we cannot think for ourselves anymore.

All it takes is a handful of people doing the right thing for the right reasons, helping their fellow man instead of putting them down. And those few people can become the prophets that everyone else follows, they can become the pilgrims that GO to that uncharted area of humanity and lead the rest of us there... SHOW US THE WAY TO BECOME BETTER. Over time OTHERS will become better, and THEY will lead the way for yet MORE to follow THEM and THEY will become better and so on and so forth and so on until we claw out of this hellhole that we have been building around ourselves for the past few decades. And we can finally get back to humanity at its core, which is COEXISTING with one another and HELPING one another OUT instead of this childish squabbling. 

We are a SOCIAL species, an INTELLIGENT species... it is time we start ACTING like it and less like barbaric mammals, which is all we have shown over my entire lifetime.

WE CAN DO BETTER...

[thewolfeamongus]

Up all night again

I can't sleep, sleep makes me miserable. Why the fuck do we have to sleep, you miss so much of the world laying around with your eyes closed. God dammit I want to staple my eyelids open so I can take in every moment as I piss all over the world and mark my territory, waving my dick in hand like some form of flag on a distant battlefield.

Jesus fucking christ man, what am I even writing... it is five thirty in the morning and I am blaring 90's rock music as I pack a little more to ready my ass for my move to Pittsburgh on Thursday. I am excited and if you told my heart to calm itself and my blood pumping through my veins to slow itself, there is no doubt in my mind they would tear themselves from my body just to say fuck you to your face.

This is going to be a goddamn adventure, I'm Odysseus sailing onward to slay harpies and cyclops and traverse veritable maelstroms. I'm Patton riding atop a tank waving a sabre yelling to the driver to bring me closer so I can swing it at some poor bastards head.

Now that I am done fucking procrastinating I am going to go back to cleaning and running about in my boxers with the doors open because fuck you neighbors and kiss my white pale ass.

[thewolfeamongus]

Extremely large penis.

Fair to Midling actually, how about yours?

[thewolfeamongus]

Tonight is for Bourbon...

            Jesus Christ how did I get myself in such a predicament, sitting here in this dingy apartment without so much as a warm breeze much less anything remotely resembling air conditioning. To my initial left sits a bottle of freshly cracked open Evan Williams with a modest portion poured into a small mason’s jar, to my right the empty expanse of a room rarely used in this sorry excuse for a Polish Penthouse. In front of me is this beastly geriatric excuse of a laptop expect me to put my fingers to work, to type something somewhat coherent or at least the rough musing and ramblings of a confused and carefree twenty something that thinks he knows the fucking world for what it really is. I sit here staring at these surroundings knowing what I should do and how to do it and all I can think of is smoking a god damned cigarette. The ash tray next to the bourbon taunts me, practically screams at me to scrounge up whatever pocket change I can find in this place and go buy another pack of smokes. The fucking things will be the death of me one day and I do not even care.

              So what do I do? I give in to the vice that scream into my head like the tortured yells of the damned that lie hell bound, whether it be a figurative hell or some true Hell that awaits us as I have been spoon-fed by many a zealot. I care for neither and merely shake my head taking another draw from the cancer ridden stick that will no doubt one day cause me for more pain than the joy it does now. There are days I realize my self destructive nature, and others I ignore it like a child ignores his vegetables. I’m delusional and I make no effort to hide it, in fact I daresay I prefer it that way, as some wise old bastard once said, “Ignorance is Bliss”.  I suppose I should make something of these incoherent ramblings, perhaps tell some form of a narrative but I cannot quite place my finger on what, regardless I ask not a one of you shed a tear or feel concern or pity for my plights. I do not ask for sympathy, and not for some simple reason as pride or to retain some feeling of self worth, I just do not like empathetic behavior. I am not altruistic nor to I pretend to be, I have never really been capable of empathy, sympathy, or even remote concern for others and things they do. It all truly seems like a waste of good thought to me, and if I paint myself the antagonist for these thoughts then by all means frame me that way.

              What was the point of all this, and what did I expect to gain. I’ll chalk this one up to a rusty mind, dry wit, and out of practice fingers. As I look at the ever lessening glass of bourbon I think to myself that there is something in me to bring out, something even I haven’t seen yet and god dammit I will drag the fucker out with a crow bar if I have to kicking and screaming and covered in blood. I’ll birth the damn thing myself, feed it, and nurture it until the time is right, then when its time to sit down with it and tell it about the birds and the bees I can just toss it down the slaughterhouse chute until it becomes just another process product of an overactive self indulgent society hell-bent on watching the world burn. And I will just stand there in awe… and I am going to laugh.

[thewolfeamongus]

I wanted to be a sniper when I grew up. Didn't everyone?

Spider Jerusalem

[noobtheloser]

If we kissed I would bite your tounge off and swallow it.

#weirdestboner

[thewolfeamongus]

This is probably the last message I will send my father.

Me and my biological father have never had the best of relationships. Granted when I was but a youth I will give him credit for trying, though I was in custody of my grandparents, whom I have always referred to as my real parents. I think he took that as an insult to him and his attempts to be a part of my life. As I got older he grew colder and more distant, I turned into a little prick as most teenagers are apt to do, and before I realized it we had a fairly firm disdain for one another.

Here soon I will embark on a new chapter on my life as I move away from Tennessee once and for all, I need some fresh air in my lungs even if it is toxic from city smog. I need to break these chains that have been bound to my ankles by the cathartic and complacent nature that I have created, like a small obese jailer snickering at my misfortune while he holds the keys just out of my reach.

I sent my father this message today, I do not expect a reply but I consider it a step towards my new life, perhaps in the end I can feel like I tried like he did so very long ago.

The Message:

"I realize I am probably someone you thought you would never hear from again. But I just wanted to let you know I am alive.

Seems I am getting more and more like you as the years go by. I just turned 27, and honestly I have had it with the life I am living man. I have just pissed away my youth and I decided it is time for a change. I am leaving this state, not 100% sure where I will be going, but I am just going to get out of the fucking south and make something of myself, and even if I don't I will at least have an adventure out of it.

In the process now of selling my possessions down to where I can just pack my clothes in the car and vanish. My master plan is to find somewhere fresh, interesting, and full of life where I can start over. I filled out my FAFSA the other day so wherever I end up first thing will be to hit up a local college and get myself going. One thing I have always held dear that you showed me was Hunter s Thompson, I have decided I want to be a Journalist and a Writer. This is not a decision I came to willy nilly. It has been eating at the back of my skull for many years now, and it is time I do something proactive rather than sit on my ass.

I do not expect a reply to this, I just wanted to give you a heads up. And I hope the next time you see my name it is on a published material, I just hope to the gods it is not the busted paper.

Through all the horseshit me and you have been through with each other, at each others throats. I want you to know I am your son, and I have always been your son. Wish me luck dad, hopefully if I get this new chance I won't fuck it up."

[thewolfeamongus]

America... Just a nation of 200 million used car salesman with all the money we need to buy guns and no qualms about killing anyone else in the world who tries to make us comfortable

Hunter S. Thompson

[thewolfeamongus]

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE INANIMATE OBJECT?

A goddamn razor blade dildo. Now what the hell are you?