Check out those two pictures in my gallery if ya dare.   Those are windows from the Guildwood Inn, an old abandoned and forgotten piece of Toronto's history, a graveyard and true testament to the city and how it's falling apart.  All these grand and beautiful archetectual piece, parts of Toronto's past, old cornerstones and grand entrances, decaying slowly via the elements and the outright apathy to the history of Toronto.  This place is a museum.  So when myself and my girlfriend, Natalie, went out so she could take pictures of this sad place in Scarborough.  She began photographing the outside of the building, zoming in and out for different sections, all for her interior design course.  A hypothetical design upgrade to the locale, something that was and is long overdue.  Also apparently, the place is haunted, maybe that's the reason.  Workers have reported strange happenings within the old hotel.  And if you look at those pictures, not influencing anything but this place is abandoned, fenced up and not very safe, strange what you can see in a simple photograph.  These pictures were by no mean modified, what's the point, like I have enough time to waste faking this garbage, for what so some weirdo can get off on it, the sasquatch myth busters.  With there A&E special, and their dumb ass researching and walking about for a three hour special which absolutely goes no where, nothing is discovered, nothing is revealed.  Maybe it's just a hairy guy, lord knows those supposed videos of sasquatch walking around all blurry certainly looks like a guy, hell maybe it's just a guy, I worked one summer for the city with a guy who donned the beater with a sweater of fur under it.  Anyways, these ghostly apparitions guide me only to one conclusion, I'm one of these weirdos, with my pictures.  And why not?  I've had a sexually experience with two spirits.  It happened one night, I was asleep, then all of the sudden there I was, with two lesbians, wanting sex from me.  HOOOOOTTTT, like fajtia meat, but why me?  Now you might think that I am crazy, for thinking this, but why would two lesbians have sex with a guy, if you went to sex ed. then you'd understand what I'm saying.  I'm not their type at all, I'm a man, a man's man.  Well not the weird man's man either, like a man that will go into a forest chop down some would build a cabin and kill a bear.  Yeah, like that, craziness.  Alright, so there I am with these two lesbians and me are doing the nast.  And then when I woke up again, I had made a mess.  True story, but yeah it's a lie.....This is just the justifying story to my new career aspiration.  P.I.F., Paranormal Investigation Force,  that's right I'm a force all I gotta do is order some nice velvet, black capes, some black clothes, one of them pointy goatees, ear brow gel (gotta have your eyebrows fluffed and pointy), and black hair dye.  I gotta have the uniform, this has to be a professional operation, and a walking stick for me (a dark wood of course).  The plan is in full motion, I have some sort of powers, I'll have the walking stick, of course anyone who has a walking stick and a cape has to be an authority.  So yeah, so me and my sister, Tam will pray on these rubes, so they can finally get piece, or peace, nothing worse than having sex with some ghost or relative ghost there watching.  How do you spell embarrassing when your ghost mom or grandmother are watching you getting humped or doing the humping.  That's what I'm doing this for, for the children who, in the future responsibility adulthood with consenting adult(s), want completely private sexual experiences, regardless, unless it's those gross weirdos, you know who you are.   Irony!  Ahhh, I'm a freaky guy.  Well Happy Hallowe'en.

Here's a strange quandry.  Why are Keg commercials so geared to the sexy experience of eating steak?  Here's the deal, first off you start the commerical by having some sultry, thick voiced black jazz/blues singer start lulling you with some love song, the whole time you're seeing some guy preparing a steak.  Now I like steak, but why does it have to be almost a porno with steak?  Don't they realize that the whole steak thing can be someone's actual kink?  Believe me, if there's the idea, chances are there's someone crazy enough to love it.  Trust it.  And then, the happy server, ohhh yeah, everybody's happy, and smilin' with the big toothie grin, everbody's cool as this sizzling slab of beef is slowly carted around by the happy, probably lubotimized server.  You don't know someone's kink could be to spit and jizz on your Keg steak, and then the woman is getting fork feed this steak, and yeah it's like she's reaching climax, she's just so into it.  Now I like steak, but I don't have simulated sex with the whole experience that is eating a steak, and what happens with the potato?  Is that a sexual experience too, gettin' all that sour creme in on the action, hold on does that mean you've got an orgy of food going on in your mouth, maybe you'll be felating carrot of something, just to get crazy.  Wow, what a sexy commercial, don't you agree.......HA if you did then you're a freak.  But you never know what the hidden freakies that spur on people, shhhhh....I like the smoke.   Not sexual or anything like that, I ain't no freak.....but you never know.   Ask Carlo he was there when I started talking about the zipper masks at work, and the weird thing about it was all the girls I was telling it to just giggled.....weird.....or I'm just a gorgeous male in my prime, and I catch vibe all the time,  nahhh....more to come....later

You know what I hate?  Now before you read this blurb, if you know me then you know how I think.  3/4 time like a song, that's what happens when you smoke and become a paranoid hypocondriac.  Well here's the back story for years, and I mean years I was sending out emails at work, some from my dad, some from other people at work.  Well let me tell ya, when people wanna fuck with ya they will, and not to mention any names, but certain losers out there.  Losers that are trying to make work and life a bore, just because they are a bore.  Goddamn legion pole smoker.  I know who ratted out me and my father, I know the truth.  My father, man who has worked at EMS for almost 35 years, a man who has been a manager for almost 15 years, had to take shit from his boss because his emails that the both of us sent out to people for shits and giggles MIGHT have offended someone.  In the same vain that I might have ran someone over in the parking lot, or I might take a shit on my desk at work on Monday.  I may have offended someone by sending out a forward with a redneck woman in a bath suit top using her God given fat tits to hold a drink in a plastic cup holder.  That may have offended one of the redneck, fat, bitches that hold a drink in their breasts.  I MAY offend someone that's what I was told.  Honestly, if you're someone, man or woman, let's be honest we've all seen men with tits too, holdin' an alcoholic beverage in your breasts, then I'm sorry you're a redneck.  And that's cool, I know rednecks, they know what it means to be loyal.  Here's the jizz of the whole issue.  I realize it's supposed to be jist, but I said jizz because this shit sprays on you and it stains. I get talked to by this loser who ratted out me and my father for trying to get people to laugh at work, a place that's already made shitty by weak and useless management, now they want to crack down on people trying to make the working experience somewhat more fun, instead of doing something more constructive, like hmmmm, well how about fixing how poorly Toronto EMS, a city office, is run and managed.  That's what happens when city gets a bunch of rednecks to run anything.  Think about, what happens when a redneck gets a home?  That's right, the truck goes on the blocks, the old fridge migrates to the front yard, and all of the sudden the stink of booze and welfare drench the house.  Well that's what's happening to Toronto EMS, these losers who will be the next generation of leadership will ruin something that already doesn't work well. 

 

Ya so I'm called in, no names, but damn I'm told that no complaints were made, and no one was offended but someone could've of been the whole time I was thinking to myself.  If I were to slap this rat in the mouth what would happen, am I in trouble for just thinking it?  The potential slap, then defication on this loser from Barrie who's trying to be the boss.  And what the fuck is up with the winking, what's wrong with you?  You got the shakes of something?  Get some leeches, they might help, just like most of the medics they like to suck on things. Stop winking at me, you weirdo.  I know I'm a hot man and all but I like the ladies, I know I'm the platypuss for being straight in the City of Toronto's version of the Navy, the only time a man is tested to be gay is if he's gay or someone thinks he is; and why not instead of "cracking down" on the new evil that's stupid emails, crack down on the useless employees that you hire, that go on workers comp, and that seemingly go to work like normal people go on vacation twice a year for about two months.  Such a loser, trying to exude control over me and get my father, a man who has been in this game for soooo much longer then you, you shaved monkey.  What is this elementary school?  You don't got the balls to tell me or my father that we may have insulted or offended someone?  Wait by potentially insulting or offending someone, does that mean I actually did?  No it doesn't, this loser ran to my father's boss, like a child with a skinned knee, or one that just got candy from a strange guy who wanted you to find this candy in his pants.  Is that what happened, you met up with you bum chum and played with him and figured out how you can be an asshole?  I'd hate to be in EMS in a few years when this ass becomes a real manager.  People will be screamed at before they do anything just for the power trip.  I hate losers like that, at home does your wife hold your balls in a purse, just like your boss probably holds em in a different way?  A way that reminds you of how it was back on the road, and when you went to party on Church street?  You know what they say, gay men love medics, that's why there's soooo many working at EMS, isn't that right winky?  Now I know that this would offend soooo many people, but I don't say this shit at work, I just send out emails with guys who have a number three shaved into their backs for the late Dale Earnhardt, you see I know things about you redneck folks, you brothers of the soil.  I know you, one of my best friends is a redneck himself, and I rarely ever say stuff that would be mean.  The world needs rednecks, so all us normal humans can say "at least I'm not a hick".  So in the end, all I can say at least I'm not that hick that rats out people to their boss, and at least I'm not that hick that reams out people for trying to make the workplace less shitty.  By the way the reason why the work place is shitty is because of the hicks like you.  So go to the legion and be proud of bustin' someone on something sooo meaningless as emails.

So what's up George Michaels craw, asides some dude's somethin' or other?  I sometimes hear his songs at work, damn 104.5.  It seems all he's singing about is how he's gay and how "they'll never hold him down."  Now I have a few questions, who are "they" that are holdin' him down?  It must be a bunch of women, because the last time he was held publicly was in that washroom in L.A.  Another question I got, he's singing about how he's so free after coming out of the closet like 10 years ago.  But if you saw any old school Wham videos it's pretty obvious.  Asides that fact, who cares George that you're gay, yes if it were 30-40 years back circa David Bowie and Freddie Mercury, when they came out that was a big deal, but not now in this age of male capris and the metrosexual. 

 

What do you want George?  We know you're gay, and personally I don't care, just stop playing with yourself in public washrooms and we'll be cool.  And another thing the whole entrapment thing getting arrested in the washroom, what made you think it was a good idea to start doing that in a public washroom, what are you retarded? George, you make using a public washroom impossible for people that wanna just take a piss.  Any guy must be nervous because you never know where George Michael is lurking in the shadows, willing to give some guy a 'helpin' hand.  Although, if you think about it may have been completely innocent, that guy may have been helping you with your fly, then it got stuck and someone may have walked in and he tried helping you, and then a few more guys and then the cops, not like in Village People, real ones came, and then the misunderstanding.  And stop making songs about how you're a freak, everyone knows that George Michael stands at attention for cops and any other guy in a washroom.

 

How can someone teach originality?  I was searching courses at George Brown, and I found novel writing, so I checked it out, and part of the program is to teach originality.  Isn't that just teaching and re-inforcing old theory on how to be a writer?  Standard texts, lesson plans, these don't make a writer, it only teaches people what others have done to be good.  Granted these are probably Canadian writers which means it's probably looking at Margaret Atwood, yeah she hates men enough for this day and age, she'd be perfect.  To teach the next generation of the true femi-nazee agenda of castrating and subjigating all men because we're the true evil.  That's right, whenever a man touches a woman, that should be rape.  Filthy men, what happened to Tina Turner?  A man.  What happened to Whitney Houston?  A man, Bobby Brown, the worlds biggest hood rat, giving poor Whitney all that crack and pot, and not even sharing the pot with the other rapist men.  All men, except for myself should be sent to another planet.  I may stay because I sympathesize with you, or do you forget that I was sexually molested in words by Lawrence Knox, the gay rapist of EMS.  Poor Carlo, still traumatized by the whole white meat McNuggets comment at McDonalds.  I get to stay, so I can watch the lesbianism that would be great.  No worries, I'll just stay over here in the corner with some Kleenex.  Well that's what I think might happen.

Now you can call me crazy, or perhaps melo-dramatic, but I hate retards.  I don't hate retards like Corky from "Life Goes On."  No not I, I loved that kid, who didn't, remember when he and his girlfriend wanted to have sex?  And she asked if he had protection?  Then he said in his slow drawl "You're protected."  God bless those retards, may we someday be forgiven then when they're running world, why not they're already running the City of Toronto.

 

Outrageous you say, well then I dare say, I point my skinny fucking finger at it.  Nahhh I'm just kidding, we all know that the city is run by retards and has been done so for many, many years.  But not the good retards like our friend Corky there.  Nope the bad ones, the ones like the medics for instance, a breed of rednecks all unto their own.  Imagine, a gay redneck, that's what a paramedic is a gay redneck.  Not brave or tough enough to be cop or firefighter, nope, nope, nope.  These guys get their power trip from stealing from the people they serve, stealing drugs and selling them on the street.  Or just being a plain out sleeze ball.  COUGH>>>kelly sheppard. 

 

What was that?!?!  Nevermind, then there's fat Shelly or fat Vicky, or retard Mary, or fat Lynne.  Wow, there's alot of 'fat' there.  Fat Shelly, a behemoth of about 3 bills, and not ones either, hunneys for this bitch.  She martrys herself when ever she can by playing the victim constantly, not to mention a huge slut that would fuck any guy that would give her the time of day.  Guys touch this swine indirectly like giving her a chair or a snack (god knows she loves snacks) and she'll get wet and make a rumor about how you're fucking her to everyone she knows.  Gross, she's got mutton chops and is just a hairy gross fat pork chop.  EWWWWWWWWWWW. 

 

Fat Vicky, this one's for you Harmony, not only is this creature a blob of a grandeos design, she is going balding.  Old school Macho Man Randy Savage bald. OHHHHHH YEEEEAAAAHHHHH.....She's getting married, I guess it proves the theory that crackheads deserve something.  Her future husband, a first place prize, well maybe his ass was the first place prize at the Kingston Peniteniary.  Vicky has a nervous breakdown when it snows, to the point that people must pray for her because she's such a victim, she has a special constitution.  I just wonder will this fat bitch wear white on her wedding, and will she be wearing a wig?

 

Retard Mary, well just read the other stuff, Eastern European whore, I don't even know where's she come from, but she should go back.  There's enough useless and retarded people within the city of Toronto, that we don't need to import the European Champion of Useless.

 

And now, the grand prize, the perfect combo of fat, useless and retarded.  This special needs case twirls her hair around all the time, maybe that bit of hair is where her little brain is.  This blob, complains about how much work there is all the time but does no work to help get rid of it.  She's learnin' her ABC's with her letter game.  Not to mention she wears the same clothes day in and day out.  With her huge gut peaking just underneath the bed sheet she calls a top, she's got massive tits.  But not in the good way, saggers that rest themselves on her stomach, where is the same size as her tits.  Disgusting, but true she needs a new bra, and something that will support her saggy gut.  Or maybe she can somewhere and get the 30 year old kid that's livin' in her, this bitch might be preggers without even noticing it.

 

These supa heavy sacks of shit are on exclusive to EMS only, EMS has like the market cornered on fat and useless creatures, who are only good at taking up space and good air.

Today, on this date, Tuesday June 12th, 2002 Anon Domino, I am sad to say one of our own from EMS, the best of the best, horribly and sadly went down in the line of duty.  Mary "SUPA-STAR" Naguib was felled by a serious bout of useless.   DAMN!!!!  BITCH fell down like a bag of retarded potatoes.  Don't ask what a retarded potato is, but Mary Naguib is retarded.  A woman who parlayed a 17 year-old post-partum depression and many other "nervous break-downs" into an almost permanent payed leave job.  Don't we all wish that we could when we worked do shit for half an hour then go on a retard walk for 15 minutes?  Not to mention we could be slow as moolaces and just surf the net.  But god bless you Mary, you are the example that all need if you don't wanna do for your life.

 

I wrote a song for sweet, sweet Mary.

 

Mary....Mary, where are you?

Sweet useless retard, you've gone away.

 

Mary...Mary, you came back?

but now you're gooooone :(

spread your wings and fly...

even fat bitches can flyyyyy, soooo hiiiiiggghhhh

 

Be Free Mary, beeee free

Fly so high free as the bird,

 

OHHHHH JEEEESUUUS, JESUS, JESUS, JESUS, JESUS

Let Mary be free, like an Angel.

 

Fly High Mary, Fly High

 

 

Goddamn it nobody censors me, I hope that useless turd don't come back.  Even Fat Shelly is more entertaining then that boring whore.  What happened things changed and she was so slow then?  I guess she had a mental breakdown people asked her things and she couldn't handle the immense pressure.  Mary's fragile psyche broke with all the great demands placed upon her already weighed and fragile mental state.  We're all just criminals, all of us, Mary came back to work and what?  We all expected her to do crap?  But instead *tear* Mary probably she dropped a load in her grannies when her head broke again...now she's retarded again.  You monsters, forgetting the true victim in this, that useless, useless woman.  What will happen to her now?

Walk the meandering road into the other place, from the metropolis of deceit and into the world of tomorrow.  Blacks, Whites, Muslims, Catholics and Jews, all fighting for the same thing but not the same thing at the same time.  We are the most divided creature on this planet, we hate our enemies but we are exactly the same as them.  Sure we don't blow ourselves up, no the majority of any western warring populous we all do the same thing, well the bigots do anyways.  Bark about how Islam is trying to kill everything the west stands for, and yet the west is doing that right now, we're killing them and their culture.  Here's another thing that I thoroughly enjoy, when non-military people say that we're fighting for the right cause, but here's a really interesting point.  The entire shit storm is in the vain of the old grudge, Islam against Judaism and Catholics, all in the vain of preserving so old retarded notion.  Here's the messed up part all three religions believe in peace.  Islam, Judaism and Catholisism, all believe heavily in peaceful doctrines; however, here's the fucked part to maintain and instill these peaceful doctrines, the zealots to these religions would kill everyone except the 'choosen' few.  I personally think that George W. wants to create his ideal society of nothing but Texans and whites.

The world is a dead end.  We think there's a beginning and an end, but there isn't there's just the change of time.  Where one set of creatures were replaced by another.  It's been happening for years, do you have memories that seem to be from maybe another life.  Maybe that was you in the other time, only as a memory, but what if all time stopped?  Would we become the memories of some other creature.  And then I guess we'd be the same gibberish that we think we have when we have a deja-vu.  Because if you remember what happened, how can you remember something that already happened but in the future sense, you can't it's that other person's existence that messes with you.  No energy can ever be unexisted, if that were to happen this reality would fall apart.  You just can't have a hole in time and reality.  So we'd have to be something to the next time, the idea for one moment, the irrelevant memory, the meandering thought, as quickly as we happen we're forgotten.  Consider it, unless you're a great figure within history, which means that you may not have even existed at all, just be a fictious character, a moral ideal, a martyr - Jesus.  Are any of us that brave and important to be that something to someone else?  Would you die for the supreme ideal?  Sure it's easy to die a martyr in a war, there's only death around you, you're one in a million.  But to be sacrificed, to be tortured as a heretic for your beliefs when sometimes you're non-violent.  Fuck, I wouldn't do that shit, but I'll judge all you bastards for not having the faith to have an uber-man. 

 

However, here's the crux of the situation, Jesus was part of God, and a human, just like we are part of God, and human.  We're made in the image of the divine, therefore we ourselves are divine as well, but so is everything else.  The point of Jesus, and essentially any uber-man, is to show the possibility of what we can be, and also a contrast to what we are currently.  It's all a matter of moral application, I'm not telling you to walk on water, chill with lepers, feed people, walk in a damn desert with sandals and a big moo-moo, and maybe according to Dan Brown, fuck a hairy lady like Mary Magdalene, think about it no razor or bathing, she would be as hairy as Jesus under the skirt.  EWWWWWWWWWWW....But today, what a gross ass day, since when is gay porn appealling to a hetro male when doing it....what straight guy gets off on gay porn?  It's a contradiction I tell you, the worst conversation ever at work.  I'm a homophob because I don't get off on Lawrence Knox trying to convince me that it's normal to watch gay stuff, not lesbian porn, gay shit, serious cock suckin' and fuckin' gay shit.  If you're gay that's cool, just leave your bedroom in your bedroom, I don't wanna hear but porno, bums hurting, sore throats, or tongue studs.  At least there's herb, I can forget this day, so this is the start of the rant.  to be continued....