I concur.

I give up posting every day. I find it draining and insipid.

I'm supposed to make a post every day, but have nothing to say right now.
I'm making pea and ham soup. Fuck you!

Fatter creatures  children these days are more likely to hit puberty... As early as Seven.
Good grief.
According to this article, 10 percent of white females, and 23 percent of black females had started developing tits already... At the wee green (rather ripe now) age of seven!
And the numbers appear to nearly double, as they hit one year later, at age 8.

http://health.yahoo.net/news/s/nm/us_puberty_earlier

What a hideous happenstance. Does this mean 1 in 5 of those beasts running around has boobs already?

It appears the hormones in our foods these days, coupled with higher stress levels have urged the human beast to grow ever faster. I'm sure he's caught on to me, and now evolution spurs them ever faster to keep up, before they are discovered– before my word gets them known.

A beautiful girl I met in the street.

I met this gal whilst meandering through the streets of Istanbul on vacation. She was a fellow tourist. One thing led to another, and we found ourselves upon the quaintest of dates.
I love this girl, so far. I believe we share similar views on children.

Canon 7D

I want this fucking camera.


Canon 7D Underwater Test Video - Berkley White from Berkley White on Vimeo.

Infants are so unsightly.

I cannot believe I could have ever been so witless enough to have partaken in the spawning of a pair.
Dribbling, sapping, odourous, and selfish, they bring about me a feeling of immense displeasure.

The humane fetus is essentially a parasitic creature, embedded deeply in the female anatomy, where it feasts off of her blood and oxygen; offering her nothing in return, but polluted excrement in her vital fluids.
It denies her the right to fun– She mustn't drink, nor smoke, nor eat sushi, lest it damage her "precious" cargo.

And when at last, expelled from her nether regions with great anguish and gore, the fetus–now called an "infant"–is free from its juicy prison.
Howling with indignant rage, the small parcel of a beast writhes and demands, as it is cleansed of its filth and wax.
The stem–or cord–must be cut, and tied, to prevent the monster's innards from spilling out, also as prevention of postnatal spore growth.

It is then; this vomitous, vile, loathsome, animal truly becomes what it is
A mother is subjected to years of servitude towards the abhorrent freeloader.
She has grown wobbly. Her once-pert skin hanging loosely. Yet she cannot escape, as she is pumped with "hormones" the parasite has flled her frame with, ensuring she shall never discard of it.

And thus, the story of this common, condoned hell-trip is continued...

Please, use contraception.