The Evil Monkey King's blog: "From the mind of The Evil Monkey King"

OK people... I finally had to say it.... Is that supposed to make me run to your page and vote on all your shit? All it does is say "I think you are insignificant and don't want you as a friend, but can you rate my shit anyway..." Give me a break. If you want me to rate shit, follow the Golden Rule and "Do unto others..." You want me to rate, add ME as a friend.... rate my stuff... stop acting like a fucktard! All you will do is get a measly few points for a comment... get a friend and earn more than a few points on a web site. Otherwise, keep your "I gave you a ten" for someone that actually gives a shit. There I feel better...

Ok i need to blow off some damn steam, so don't read it unless you mind hearing someone vent: FUCK FAKE FRIENDS!!!! Ever notice that if you know people in real life and introduce them to someone that the begin to forget you exist. you might get an occasional "Hi" if you pop in a chat room thier in. If you want to talk to them, you have to find them.... WELL FUCK THAT!!!! If a person is really a friend, they will try to find out how your doing. If a person is really a friend, they try to at least act like they care. Well fuck Ffake friends!!! I don't fuckin need them and thier bullshit "I care." Fucking actions speak a lot louder than words. Yes, as a nice guy, I tend to brush t off, but not anymore. maybe it took the strees of the shit I'm dealing with right now to finally make me put my foot down, but I am glad I did. If you know me in the real world, you will know I am a kind-hearted person. You will know I used to be the biggest asshole too. Starting today, I will combine them into one. I will be nice if you are nice, but so help me God if you piss me off, you will know about it. And I will be the biggest fucking asshole you ever meet! There I feel a little better

Stupid blog didn't work last time so here we go again.... Disclaimer: This is not how I feel right now so don't worry. It's just my favorite poem I ever wrote He Sat There Alone

He sat there alone No one to talk to I wasn't there And neither were you
The people that knew him Which were quite few Seemed to outnumber The ones that he knew
Then one day He finally cracked As the realization That good friends he lacked
Caused him that day To clench up his fists As he picked up a knife And slit open his wrists
He sat there alone No one to talk to I wasn't there And neither were you

I sit here taking a deep breath as I prepare to srite this. An empty feeling courses through the depths of my soul with each letter I type. Yet the only way to feel better is to get it out. I have what I call "The Curse of The Lone Wolf." Like a rogue wolf, I will run alone most of the time, but there are times I feel the need to run with a pack. Problem is, the other "wolves" scare me. So I continue to run alone. yet by running alone, I miss the best things of life. That simple smile that says "I care." That pat on the back that says "Nice jog." That gentle hug that says "I love you." I can honestly say that I have had no one say those three words to me with any real meaning for over ten years..... Not even from my family. (Sorry if that made you tear up Whiskey, but it's the truth) Now I am sure that tons of people (Or the few that actually give a shit about what I write) will leave comments that say "I love you." While it is a nice gesture, those are VERY strong words that should only be said if you REALLY mean it. I tend to just say "Luv ya" because I feel so strongly about that. To me love is the willingness to forfeit everything a person has for the one they love. Now I know no one on here would do that for someone they know only as an online person, so please don't leave that in my blog comments. That will just make me feel like you are doing it out of pity. Speaking of pity: There will be people that think I'm writting this for pity. No you fuck-tard. It's called expression. I need to express how I feel right now because if I don't I am going to lose my fucking mnd. If you don't believe that I don't care and you can remove me as a friend on this site because I don't want you as one. Well if your still with me, thanks for reading it. Just needed to get it out.

Yeah, it sounds liek a strange combination, but when I have the first two going, the third is not far behind. Today's subject: Dealing with peopel. In this world, there will be people that like you and people that don't. There will be people that SAY the like you when they don't; while there are those that say the don't when they do. regardless of what you attempt to figure out, we as people will inevitably fuck it up. we are blind to see those taht hurt us if we think they are our friends. We try not to see the evils they push on us. Why.... We refuse to acknowledge the evil we put on others. Simple solution: Follow the words of Bernie Mac's character from House Party Three: "Fuck 'Em!!!!! and if they don't like that....... Fuck 'Em Again!"

1) Animals are honest. They don't know how to lie. 2) If an animal shits on you, it's an accident. If a person does it, it's on purpose. 3) If an animal gets mad, it bites you on the leg. If a person gets mad, they stab you in the back. 4) If an animal hates you it lets you know in one way shape or form. If a person hates you, they act like your best friend. 5) An animal can't exagerate the truth. People can't stop. 6) An animal eats only what it needs and the rest is scavenged by other animals. People eat what they want, throw the extra in the garbage and then don't help feed the hungry. 7) An animal will not hate a person based on the color of thier skin. People do it everyday. 8) An animal will wait for you by the door. A person will sneak out the back. 9) An animal instictively senses sadness and tries to cheer you up. People sense it and try to make you feel worse. 10) And the most important. An animal will be there until the end. People are like the wind. There one second and gone the next.

Ok. Why is this guy writing this..... I need to say something that's why. For my entire life, I have always been a gentleman. I open doors for people, say "Hi" to strangers as I pass them on the street, never hit females and care about people I don't even know. I try to be nice to people I don't like. I fight the urge to pound some guys face in that mistreats his girlfiend because they ask me not to. Now why am I writing this.... I suppose it was a bulletin I saw on the board. My mom raised me properly and deserves EVERYONE'S respect for that. She is the reason I am who I am. She was a strong person who fought MS for over four years before finally succumbing to it. She was stubborn and set in her ways, but her final gesture to the world was to donate her spine and brain to MS research in the hopes it could help in finding a cure. Now the main reason I am writing this. the bulletin said to tell the people you care about that you love them. My mom and I were VERY much alike, so we had a tendancy to clash. We were close, yet distant at the same time if that makes sense. There is nothing in the world I would not have done for her, but she never asked. The one thing I should have done more though is tell her I loved her. The day I found out she passed, I felt my soul empty out. I NEVER cry, but that day, the tears flowed freely. It has been over a year and I am still trying to make my own peace with myself for not telling her. So please.... After you read this, pick a random person from LC. Someone you have never said word one to. Leave them a Private message and just say "I love you. Just wanted you to know someone out there cares." It may be the nicest thing they hear all day.

Say today was the last day of everything..... The world ended and you found yourself standing toe to toe with St. Peter himself. As he sat there and read the bad things you did, could you tell him "At least I made someone smile every day." Could you say "I helped people I never met in a bad situation." Could you say "I did everything I could." Could you say you meant what you said in all honesty?

Be more of an asshole. That is what I feel like doing today. Call it waking up on the wrong side of the bed..... Call it not getting enough sleep.... Call it just being fed up with people in general and thier generalized bullshit. Let's just say that today I am in a truely foul mood, even though there is no reason for it. Hey..... They can't ALL be good days.