The Fat Cave, submitted by KissKissBangBang. Hey kids! Are you lacking the federally required amount of daily angst and rage-against-the-machine levels of sass? Well look no further, as The Fat Cave has previously unimaginable quantities of angst and teen rebellion served up hot, spicy, and high school style!
Am I always to be cursed with this bittersweet reality I call living? Everyday I think that things go good only to see them crash or get worse. It’s disappointing and depressing and I get pity for it and I hate it all the more. Pity is a form of self-indulgence to make one feel better and it’s for the weak to feed off. I just feel like saying “world fuck off” but I cant because it does little. This morbid world closes in on me and I can’t escape. Its cheap thrills keep me going but it’s not enough to get me out of this stiffening depression that often sets in. I constantly look for things to get me out but the crash and burn like all other good things in my life. I have 2 things I can rely on and that both could also fail. Friends and my strength. I’m only 16 years old and some would say that it’s a phase. Well its funny how fucking wrong they are. Adults with there probing minds trying to figure something and someone to complex for there meager arrogant minds to comprehend. I write these things to get it out of my system and it feels good buts it’s only a temporary solution. Shrinks and psychologists are laughable because we are only capable to cure ourselves. What I need is someone to share the pain and ease the burden I endure everyday. Some say God. I laugh in there face. I tried that and it like everything else burned and crashed. I cry out in pain and anguish to “god” and I got nothing in return. I feel that I will be important in life and say that with no arrogance. I can’t help but think that maybe I will amount to something in life and I earn for it night and day. The adventure the excitement and the rush of what might happen to me as the chaotic world throws something else in my face. I just wish I had someone to share it all with and just to… love I guess. I’m alone and empty in life and in simple terms…it fucking sucks. Music and books I try to hide into and it’s only like a drug. Great while its being used, crashes when it’s over. No, this is not some type of suicidal letter. Suicide is a coward’s way out and I am not a coward. I just want to have acceptance and love in this shitty world where money and greed rises above all.
Hey Matt! You're a fag! Good thing there's an entire page full of this idiotic crap that nobody in their right mind would ever read unless they're somehow tricked into clicking the link or they're a police officer trying to figure out why Matt shot and critically wounded the waiter at Denny's a week ago. The "art" section also contains images mistakenly labeled as "art," including pencil drawings of Zelda, Master Shredder, and what I think is a Vulcan wearing FUBU clothing. It's all a very surreal and mind bending experience, like the time I smoked a joint full of catnip and fell off the deck, only with significantly more emotional scars.
Your lair. Maybe you lure victims to it, maybe you hide in it between killings, or maybe you haunt it 24/7 because you’re tragically confined by a curse. Whatever the situation, for most of us monsters, a living/un-living space is an important part of our identities. In this column, Monstergeddon award winners share their lair tips and techniques!
Works great on my child, who hasn't barked at all for as long as she's worn the apparatus. When she turns three, we will remove it for a trial period.
The famed gonzo otaku journalist writes about the death of gaming culture in 2014.
Try not to break your console while I try not to break my cyber brain.
Awful Links of the Day spotlights the worst and weirdest websites on the internet. And we're not talking "weird" in a good way either.