Hulk

Look at hulk and his flabby biceps, i mean u'd expect that when you shout like that you would have your whole hand contracted , but his just looks like some jelly with veins, but that's besides the matter, TOPIC: HULK (you notice i put caps, no reason, don't ask so many questions)

This topic will probably be lame since i have no one to comment with but i shall talk none the less.
As i grew up i always imagined myself being spider man, i was always the nerd that was picked on at school which i could relate to in Peter Parker. I used to think that i would actually find a way to transform myself into a superhero such as spider man and, not beat up, but kill everyone that bothered me in school. But as years passed i came over another hero, more or less, to which i related even more. My attitude changed, my friends, i became aggressive, i started bodybuilding, hulk was my new idol. Although i didn't really think ill expose myself to radiation to become big, like i would in my childhood, i did think it possible to become big and more naturally, a monster. My problem, as i aged, was not that with my fellow school colleagues , but more with the world. I started hating every human being, having spider man as an idol was not a strong enough super hero for me to face the world with. Hulk became my all time favorite, it was so symbolical how he transformed. He was a calm person, and he was aware of his condition. He always tried to control himself, detach himself from everyone just for their own safety, but then people are so stupid that they don't leave him alone. People around him release the monster inside, they ask for it, they want it. It's a matter of human/animal instinct which we lack to control. Instead of thinking things through, to obtain what we want, even though some things are limited to us due to the fact that we are human, we take 2 sides, the good one and the bad one. We face the bad side wishing to eliminate it , but we face it without thought, without conscious, like stupid animals. If we fail to over come the evil we quit or continuously fail like idiots. What we could be doing is ignore the threat if we THINK we cant face it and go directly to the good side, but unfortunately we will always be mere mortals. ( in conclusion, super heroes are just idols, they will never help you on your quest to fulfillment)

Friends

You know, one day i was thinking, why do i need friends? Friends are for pussies then i thought to myself, pussies do need friends but what does that have to do with me questioning whether or not i need friends and then i realize i could put this in a sexual matter. Pussies need dicks while dicks need pussies although if pussy doesn't get dick it leaves a whole in her while when dick doesn't get pussy he looks for other friends like the asshole.The asshole is a secondary friend to which you go when the pussy is out,she might seem closed at first but you soon realize she opens up just as much as the pussy, but then you realize that this friend of yours is full of shit so then u leave her there and go to the mouth. The mouth is a very desperate friend, she always opens up to whichever friend she finds. This friend always talks a lot and which pisses you off which then causes you to want to make your friend stop talking. Although she might accept you stopping her from talking, she'll start agreeing with you which will make you feel disgusted with yourself, so you finish up real fast and then leave. You then stay by yourself for a little while until you feel the need to search for you good old friend pussy again. (in conclusion don't draw conclusions out of nonsense)

First

As this is my first blog u would expect an introduction, but unfortunately that's not something u will get from me unless i am trying to lure u into a trap in which case i have to warn u to be careful cause then it would be more challenging for me to lure u into my trap. This my friend was an introduction, therefor the next thing that will come is the trap, u fell in it, u're reading my god damn blog. Although i said that my blog is damned by god, i meant it in a metaphorical way since i don't believe in god and anything related to that matter. I want to say that i am tired, it's past midnight and i got stupid exams coming up although i can't really say exams are stupid, unless i say the people that made the exams are stupid, but they are people i don't really know, but still people i can find a lot about just by observing what they got in stock for me at the day of the exam, so i'll be able to curse him in my mind after i fall in his shit, well i wouldn't really have to curse him if i don't fall in the shit but unfortunately this downfall in his shit is inevitable. Going to the exams is like getting in the class, u go to your desk, u sit down and wait until the inspector , or whatever they are come in and serve u with a steaming bowl of delicious shit and they tell u its a piece of cake, they say its simple, they lie to u, then, when the timer starts u have to dig your hand really deep in the bowl, take a handful of shit and rub it on your face. Three hours straight, this is what u have to do. U might think , that after its over, you would feel relieved, but u don't, you rake of shit, u walk home with this dirty smell until u wash it away with some cold self confidence. The best thing to do when they serve you with the shit is serve their shit with your own personal shit, you know... pull down your pants, get on the desk, bend over, and just shit all over that fucking bowl of shit, then you take that bowl, you find the guy who made it and you throw it in his face, let him see how he feels.(in conclusion fight fire with fire and fight shit with shit)