Ubuntu ~ Hello Kitty

Hi. I'm with National Geographic.

Now. Before I start, I would just like to apologize to all the innocent people reading this entry wondering why the lovely Yokai has gone off on a category 5 rage. I will explain. There should be some detail here since The Death Eaters out there are doing a great job of attacking a person that doesn't even work in a certain corporation anymore.

Yep, all done. Which should mean, leave this demon where she sleeps, but that was just too fucking easy wasn't it. Huh whatever your unimpressive barely over minimum wage minded name is. I don't really care who the Jupiter you are anymore. But you do have my full fucking attention.

I can only assume you are the same spineless cold-blooded bitch-assed individual who originally decided I would hurt one of the poor patrons of the Bookstore in my last two weeks before I left. You didn't allow me to defend myself or have anyone stand in my corner. Hell for that matter maybe it was a class action suite. I don't care. The point; it was foul. That's the same gutless shit people pull when the claim they are patriots, highly religious, or faithful then have the audacity to turn around and disrespect our soldiers in their faces and flaunt and an affair in front of their children. WTF? Yep, you are in that category. You are not to be trusted. I hope you turn corners and feel sweaty because you don't trust anyone. I hope it wakes you up at night with doubt and nausea. The dry feeling in your throat isn't the flu. That's called Karma. When you fuck with a Wiccan, the 3 fold fucks with you.

I'm sure this isn't your first sodomy. You've had practice. It's probably gotten you where you are in life. You probably aren't very happy about your station in life , and have a hard time dealing with the truth. What the fuck ever. Cry me a river. Have you even really earned anything? Really? How about respect? Because if you don't have respect then what do you have. Huh, stool pigeon? You know what? You have my permission this time. Go back to the store manager. Print this out and give it to him. Let him know that I am addressing you personally for your cowardliness. Because I'm nobody's bitch, and you shouldn't be either. Time and muther fucking place. If you can't give me that, get off my tit! Wait. Better yet, I don't even have a probably with you. However, I do with your parents. Obviously the drugs they were on were something fierce! Your dad shoulda rubbed you out in the toilet. For a back plan your mom shoulda spit you out instead of sucking you in her cunt!

Now take that to the SM!!!! If not, then leave me the Hell alone. I am not a fucking threat to you! I'm a ghost. I'm was and has been. Leave me in the past and I'll do you the same. Last fucking warning!

Just to get this out in the open. I will even admit somethings so it's fair. I am an Army Vet with PTSD issues. I don't get along with people in general. In fact, I think most people deserve a wake up call kinda of like from a flaming sword. Most people are ostriches and survive only by keeping their heads buried in the sand. I'm having marital issues and in-laws issues. I attended therapy once a week and take mood stabilizers. Right now, financially life sucks. My cats are rebelling, and a tend to be a bitch if you don't know me. Hell, I'm bitch if you do know me. To know me is to hate me. But Sometimes to hate me is to love me. I won't lie to you. I will be honest with . So don't ask if you don't want to know. I will spare your feelings. I do have a heart. I feel strongly over Pride, but I won't let it get the best of me. I'm not always right, but I'm not always wrong. I am NOT politically correct and don't care for it. Oh, sometimes, I'm an asshole. But, if you deserve it. You get my rage!

What do you got!

-I have a right to my anger, and I don't want anybody telling me I shouldn't be, that it's not nice to be, and that something's wrong with me because I get angry.

Maxine Waters, in Brian Lanker, I Dream a World, 1989

Yokai is waiting!

Much better now!

Hello Readers!

This afternoon, there is a twinkle in my eye and a pep in my step. One I have to thank the Goddess and a Spunky girl we will call Pumpkin who told me after listening to all my woes in the downstairs department to invest in a glass dildo. The one I bought is Phenomenal. I think I could live life without multi-party sex the rest of my life since I found this thing! But I guess that's way too much for a nooner rant!

I have also detoxified after wishing the plague of the pack of Serengeti Lionesses on the Blue Falcon from the bookstore. Okay, nothing official was done, but we can all dream can't we? The threefold rule is in affect. So when you fuck with a Wiccan, it applies to the fucker. Yep, at least with Christianity you can repent your sins. Not so much with this religion. Reap and Sow my dears, reap and sow.

So last night I went to a child's birthday party at a skating rink which cemented in my head, I never want kids I just photographed. I gotta work on printing today. No show daddy came and left life the Flash. I think if there were alcohol, people would have been able to deal much better. I have a low grade of Agoraphobia. I needed a Seroquel. Not only were there lots of people on roller skates falling left and right like bowling pins, kids were doing it to. Did you know, they even put kids in a glass booth with money tickets blowing around them? They did! Two minutes a person would stay inside this booth trying to collect tickets shaped like money that would blow around them. Boy, there was this 12 year old slut in there (sorry, I guess if she is 12, she is not a slut she was dressed age-appropriate!) that was stuffing the tickets down here skirt and into her training bra as directed by her mom/aunt/ foster parent/like guardian. Just imagine. In ten years, that girl will be a seasoned pro and it will be a career move for her. She'll be using that skill to pay her rent. Eww.

The second thing I did last night was go to the Westfield Oktoberfest. We paid 8 bucks for a plastic mug and an orange stick bracelet that ended up cutting of my circulation while I was later in Connecticut trying to buy my glass dildo. How embarrassing! Digress! We walk into a hanger to find it empty except for a handful of people. A small polka group huddled in there man shorts or Liederhosen while playing a short polka. Polka is Polish. Bavarian don't polka. Hitler ended that with the quickness. He thought it was disgusting like the Poles and the Gypsies that played the music. Loss of points. The food they served was hamburgers, hot dogs, and Spaghetti. What about any of that says Bavarian? It's not even German. Geez. The beer served was Spaten. Yes, after you paid 8 bucks to get in you still had to pay 4 bucks a hit for beer. And not even in the big ass glass steins carried by the big tit having honeys of Bavaria. Nope. In the 8 dollar mug. I had a 5 dollar plastic cup of white wine. My choices were an Italian or a German wine. I went with the German one. Although, when I was in Munich, I don't recall being able to drink wine at the Oktoberfest. I also remember being complete drenched in beer when I left, but those were different times in a different land. So I think this fest actually owes me points. Well except for the one drunk married MILF that kept sexually attacking this poor guy who was just passing buy to dance in front of the "Crazy Fireman Band" . She kept trying to where his German hat and put her hand in his hosen. The husband could only hold their baby and watch. That kid has some quality there. Oh, and the lesbian couple that kept trapping her in a corner when she was man free. That was even better. Hey, at least she was enjoying herself. I even filmed a bit of it so I could enjoy myself later.

--And that's the world in a nutshell, an appropriate receptacle.
Stan Dunn

--Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome.
Isaac Asimov

Tschus

Yokai the Relived

Truth and Trust

Hello Guys!

I just want to say, I'm no body's bitch! Let's just get that right out. I don't like to be put in the "bitched out, bent over" position. I spent too many years swearing I wasn't going to let that shit happen, and then low and behold from right underneath me, without warning and for only $8.50 an hour no less. I got bent over a fucking table. I might as well had a fucking gimp mask on screaming, " Yes Mistress, I've been a bad girl! Beat me more!" Aughrrrrrr!!!!!! At least in the Army, there was a chance I would at least step on a land mine and lose a leg then the ass raper who blindsided me would feel some guilt. Nope. It's nice to know even in the civilian world "Buddy Fucking" goes on, but civilians are just either too dumb, polite, or PC to call a fucking wolf what it is.

No. I'm not bitter at all. I'm just highly annoyed. Truth. What most people claim they want, but are desperately afraid of. The moment something scary pops out heads bury in the sand. The really Truth is I want to look for Weapons of Mass Destruction in that store, but that would be an illegal act of War and I would probably go to jail for harassment. Truth. I will be way more productive and self satisfied ( as soon as I get this toxifying outrage out of my system ) in my first year than that poor pathetic soul that felt the gutless need to express concern for customers' safety will in his or her entire life because that individual is a sheep in the back of the herd. A lemming jumping of a cliff in Norway. And finally a mangy hyena waiting for a fucking lioness to put him or her out of her misery. Trust. When that time comes, I hope I'm there to film for National Geographic or Animal Planet!

--Ambition drove many men to become false; to have one thought locked in the breast, another ready on the tongue.
Sallust, The War with Catiline

--False words are not only evil in themselves, but they infect the soul with evil.
Plato, Dialogues, Phaedo

Yokai Kifujin

I am angry, and pissed off. I slipped out the back.

Hello all!

I know it has been a really long time since we have spoken, but I cannot really put words to screen right now. So, I'm letting the lyrical genius of Mike Shinoda do it for me!

Yes, I did finally take the job with the Post Office. So know more being the public's punching bag!

Slip Out the Back

You know me, I used to get caught up in everyday life

Tried to make it through my day so I could sleep at night

Tried to figure out my way through the maze of rights and wrongs, but like you used to say

Nothing feels like it's really worth it

Forget perfect, I'm trying not to be worthless

Since I last saw you I been looking for a purpose

Well I met this kid who thought like I did

He had a weird way of looking at it

This is what he said

Slip out the back before they know you were there

And at the worst you'll see nobody cares

Cos you don't wanna be around when it all goes down

Even heroes know when to be scared

Slip out the back before they know you were there

And at the worst you'll see nobody cares

Cos you don't wanna be around when it all goes down

Even heroes know when to be scared

I don't remember where I met him or remember his name

But he walked funny like he was just too big for his frame

Just over five foot but he weighed a buck fifty

And what he said just seemed so right it stuck with me

Listen its like poker you can play your best

But you got to know when to fold your cards and take a rest

And know when to hold your cards and hold your breath

And hope that nobody else is stacking the deck because I don't need to tell you that life isn't fair, it doesn't care

It arbitrarily cuts off your air, and like you I want someone to say its OKAY

But in the truest parts of our hearts every body's afraid

But just under appreciated and overwhelmed

Fighting so hard to hide our fear that were scaring ourselves

You understand when I'm saying that you always did

But its different in the words of a cowardly kid

Slip out the back before they know you were there

And at the worst you'll see nobody cares

Cos you don't wanna be around when it all goes down

Even heroes know when to be scared

Slip out the back before they know you were there

And at the worst you'll see nobody cares

Cos you don't wanna be around when it all goes down

Even heroes know when to be scared

I'm no hero, you remember how I was, you know

All I ever did was worry, feeling out of control

To the point where everything was going end over end

I'm spinning around in circles again

This is where you come in

All of this to explain to you why

I had to separate myself away from yesterday's life

Please remember this isn't how I hoped it would be

But I had to protect you from me

That's why I slipped out the back before you knew I was there

I know you felt unprepared

But every single time I was around I just bring you down

And I could tell that it was time to be scared

That's why I slipped out the back before you knew I was there

And I know the way I left wasn't fair

I didn't want to be around just to bring you down

I'm not a hero but don't think I didn't care

Well talk more on this. Just remember to thank Mike Shinoda ( who is completely on my to fuck list for his musical poetry), and to trust no one because the Borg is listening.

--As you sow, so shall you reap,

one of Yokai Kifujin fondest sayings

Origins: Bible: King James Version Galatians VI

Yokai the Enrageged