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02/13/01
I've seen shit like this happen before elsewhere and really never gave it much thought, I mean you can't pay your rent get the fuck out, that's the way it should be. However, this time I looked at everything in a completely different way. First I thought about if that was my shit out there and I rolled up from work and seen all those people going through my shit you better mother fucking believe there would be some people dying for that shit. I don't care if I was late with the rent or not. I started thinking about all the little things I own that have absolutely no meaning to anyone else in the world but me, yet someone would chuck it in their trunk and drive off feeling good about themselves because they got something for free. I'm sure those people judged who ever used to own that shit by what was out there too, even though they have no idea what was really important to who owned all that shit and what was not. It all means nothing, except free shit. Only the strong survive. That statement still holds true after thousands of years, except strength is measured in much different ways now. Just being able to kick someone's ass will only get you so far in life. Unless you're a Mike Tyson, or some super star for a football team or whatever, your physical strength really has nothing to do with how strong you are. Strength today is measured in how much bullshit you can take before you finally say fuck it and lash back at society. How much knowledge you've obtained, and how you interact with others. Or it's measured in how much control we have over ourselves in regards to things we shouldn't do in excess or at all, i.e. drink, use drugs, rape, kill etc...... I pictured those people out there as people who come by here, looking at this or that. just taking whatever crumbs they could gather up and then riding on off down the super highway never to be heard from again, thinking they have me figured out or some shit. People who form opinions about who I am and what I'm all about because of this little pile of shit along side the super highway called FX has no idea how deep this fucker runs.
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I'd like to take a second to address the message board and the whole CD situation. I hated to ban him again, but due to him using other peoples names to post shit, he is once again banned from even entering FX. He keeps changing ISP's, and I hope that he'll read this post with his next "new one" because I want to set everyone straight right now about what I'll put up with and what I won't. Of course the whole child porn thing is not going to happen around here, I think I've made that clear in the past. That doesn't mean I'm banning a whole group of people because of what they believe, I'm just saying, when you start asking for it, offering, or whatever around here, your IP will be blocked. The other thing I will not put up with is using other people's nick names to post. Some regs have been doing this too, it will stop now, or you can take it elsewhere. I never have time to read what's going on over on the board, but once it's brought to my attention, it will be corrected no questions asked. And what's the fucking deal with the FX contest? What's it been, like a week? and there is only 5 people in it so far? You lazy ass fuckers out there emailing me asking where the fuck I am, and yet only 5 people have spent 30 minutes of their lives trying to win some really cool shit? I just don't get it. This is the last FX contest. I've completely given up on you guys I thought for sure FX was ready to invite all of you who come by here more or less everyday to step up and have a chance to take something more away from me, but I was wrong. This picture pretty much sums up how I feel right about now. Okay, maybe not... Even though I shouldn't, because none of you out there deserve it I'm going to share some BIG TITTY chick pics. I don't know if it's true or not, but apparently this chick has the largest natural breast in the world. And finally, here's a mpeg of a chick sucking cum out of a rubber that I found to be really fucking sick.
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02/11/01
As most of you know, statutes intended to regulate personal and public conduct, especially on Sunday (or, the "Sabbath"), are commonly referred to as blue laws. They are so called because zealous Puritans in the American colony of New Haven first printed them on blue paper in the 1600's. After the American Revolution, these stupid fucking laws were repealed. Unfortunately, they weren't removed from the books altogether and during the era of Prohibition they were revived. So now we're stuck with them because of zealous present-day Christians. Pricks.
Now, some of you might be thinking, "So what if the stores don't open until one o'clock? It's only a few hours." That's not the point. I wouldn't have a problem with the inconvenience of the stores not opening sooner if there was a legitimate reason for it. I mean a GOOD reason. Keeping the stores closed until 1 pm on Sunday because a bunch of sanctimonious jerk-offs want to make it hard on you for not going to their fucking churches is not a good reason in my book. If they want to play that shit I think that, while they're all in church singing praises and preaching their mythological Christian doctrines, the rest of us should be burglarizing their homes and stealing their money. That way, when the stores did open at 1 pm, we'd have some extra cash to buy shit with. That's me, always thinking.
On the serious side, though, there have been an assload of challenges to the constitutionality of these goddamned laws already made in the courts. So far the U.S. Supreme Court continues to refuse to hear these challenges claiming that any changes will have to be made through legislative action. Sounds like passing of the political buck to me. And, guess what? With George Dub-Ya in office, this shit might actually get even worse before it gets any better. This might seem trivial to some, in light of all of the other bullshit that goes on in our country. But, it's the so-called trivial shit that, if ignored and left unchecked, can evolve into or spawn even more Draconian restrictions and prohibitions. It's true; if you give them an inch they will definitely take a mile. Why make it easy for them to continue to fuck with us? Besides, it's terribly amusing to piss the "holy" people off. I consider it a good day if I've succeeded in angering or offending at least one bible-thumper before I go to sleep at night.
This shit is definitely food for thought. If I ever get the opportunity to vote against blue laws in my community, you can bet your ass I'll do it. Until then, though, I've still got a headlight to replace. And now it's too late and I can't do it until tomorrow. Shit!
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02/09/01
Many of you sent links for me to check out the last few days, so lets see what you guys are talking about out there. Keep'em coming, it really helps out!
Kavic also said check out Middle Earth, a pipe shop up in New Hampshire that sells many different bongs you can order offline. Kavic say's they're top notch, but I just posted the site because of the chick in the red satin shirt. Maybe it's just me, but she looks like she's a nookie queen. After you've smoked from you new water bong, your going to need to go see Shawn from PhatSpot, he has a way for you to pass that drug screen. I popped in there high as hell while listening to Stankonia by Outkast, ("Ain't nobody dope as me?") and I felt like I was a fly guy or something? Tons of info for the littlest thug to a straight up G. Acid rules. Trip before you die, or you never really lived!
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02/07/01
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"Honey,
hide the cats, Tillman is stopping by!"
I was bitching about the lack of feed back, and I got this in my box last night.
The other day my boyfriend (the guy that lives in my house and fucks
me an' shit) asked why the hell I go to FX everyday, I stabbed him in
eye. Then I said I like to read the updates. He said "Why the hell
did you poke my eye out!" Then he said "so your like stalking this
guy Tillman" And I was like "yeah".
Anyway, so FX needs an official stalker. You still have that PO box?
I'll send you letters talking about how wrong it that something as
beautiful as you can live outside of my perception and immediate
view. Naw, fuck it. I'm to lazy to be a stalker.
Ackually I'm not too lazy. There is a certain man named John out
there probibly checking his back yard right now, just in case.
uummmmm John...
FX stalker huh? Hmm, I tried to get an Official FX Mistress, there was actually some good response, but when ever confronted with "What would I be doing", it always fell a part. A Queen Of Pain would know what to do, you know? She'd just pop in here and take over the job. Anyways SubHuman, when you get off your ass and decide to begin your quest, I'll only expect the very best, video tapes, dirty panties, and cash. I've been stalked before and was not impressed.
What party would be complete with out some of the biggest tits you'll ever see in your life? Okay, so those weren't really that big huh? Well check out this chick and her god like tits! I'm not quite sure who is actually bigger but who gives a fuck? They're both nude and by all means, physically deformed beyond belief.
I'm sure I'll be back later with some drunk ramblings, but before I close out this update I'd like to thank all the people who have stood behind me, kept me focused, and helped FX grow over the years... My Dearest Poop, OG, & Sickopath, Morbid Shadow, Zilla, LeafaRae, Seabass, Socio, Lith, Ambro, Jenn, Mr Wicked, The FBI, Nemo, Joe The
Jarhead, Calist, Stodd, Gman, SubHuman, The revh8syou, Tykah, Evil Knevil of Ogrish, Mike at Damnage.com, John at Club Dead, Bagg, St James of Into Darkness, Stephen at Video Mayhem of Flordia, UnaBart from Kill The Children, The FX Army, all the HornyForEvil email folks, and everyone who fills my box with sickness from time to time, all the fuck yous, people I like who don't link FX, and anyone I may have over looked... Thank You! If your name/site isn't listed here , and you feel it should be, it was a Absolute (Vodka) error! Do not hesitate to email me, I'll make it right ASAP!
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I managed, in spite of myself, to reach my forty-fourth birthday last month. I've worn many hats during those forty-four years: amateur boxer, NYC cab driver, truck driver, bodyguard to an Elvis impersonator (a truly fun gig), construction worker, wilderness camp counselor, and a few other things that will go unsaid. Along the way I managed to earn one of the most worthless college degrees in existence, a bachelor's in psychology. I'm married to a tattoo artist, have no children and don't intend to have any. I'm currently self-employed as a freelance writer and, as you might imagine, not getting rich at it.
As the moniker "Sociopathicus" implies, the esteemed psychiatric community has determined that I am mentally ill; specifically, that I suffer from Antisocial Personality Disorder. They claim that I exhibit: (a) failure to conform to social norms with respect to lawful behaviors as indicated by repeatedly performing acts that are grounds for arrest, (b) irritability and aggressiveness, as indicated by repeated physical fights or assaults, and (c) reckless disregard for safety of self or others. I guess that means that I'm a free-thinking nonconformist who doesn't take anyone's shit and who would kill or die rather than allow himself to be victimized or violated. And this is a bad thing?
Last year I saw a movie called "The Patriot" wherein Mel Gibson portrays a character loosely based on the legendary Swamp Fox, Francis Marion. Marion was a fine, upstanding citizen of what is now Charleston, SC during the beginning of the Revolutionary War. He was a staunch loyalist to the British Crown. That is, until he finally woke up and realized how full of shit the king was and how the colonists, loyalists included, were being royally (pun intended) fucked by the Crown. He went on to become the scourge of the British troops, winning many battles for the cause of colonial independence from England. A true American legend and hero. Now they're making movies about him starring Mel Gibson!
Seems to me the old Swamp Fox exhibited the very same behaviors the shrinks say make me a goddamned threat to society. Know what? I'm glad. I revel in my mental illness. But, this ain't all about me, folks. I assume that more than just a few of you reading this are in the same boat as me. I don't mean to imply that you're "mentally ill" although, if you are join the club. What I mean is that you're probably just as pissed as I am about how fucked up our society is nowadays. You're probably utterly disgusted with how our government feeds us the illusion of freedom, allowing us just enough leeway to keep us in our "comfort zone" so we don't get too riled up about the bullshit that goes on inside the Beltway every fucking day. The really sad thing is that they're succeeding. Sure, some of us are able to lift the veil of deceit and recognize what's happening around us. The majority of "good citizens," however, ignorantly and happily toe the government line like good little drones.
What can be done to change things? Short of all-out balls-to-the-wall revolution, I don't know. What I do know is this: until enough of us become fed up to the point that we're willing to do whatever it takes to make some significant changes in this country, I'm going to go on waging my personal little war against the ideals of the political power brokers and demagogues who are running it into the fucking ground, as well as their lemming-like followers in mainstream society. I'm reminded of a quote by Anton LaVey: "When an entire society is a small group, it is called a cult. When a cult grows big enough, it is called a society. Both are rigidly conformist. The first requirement of either a cult or a society is obedience to its rules, conformity to its principles." Well, my disobedient, nonconformist ass says, fuck'em. I ain't going down without a fucking fight. Viva la revolucion!
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That was some fucking B-Day party for FX! I woke up this afternoon wearing a Spiderman costume, welders gloves, and I had a dildo attached to my forehead. 4 messages on my voice mail, 2 from the police, one from my job, and another from the person who bailed my ass out. There was a note on my door from my landlord too, she wanted to know why even though my entire apartment is completely carpeted I was steady hauling out at least 2 wheel barrels of dirt and rock a day....... Then I really did wake up from that weird ass dream. I did over do it for FX's B-Day, but to my knowledge nothing too weird happened. But then again, I was blackedout. 
**Attention Poop Eaters** Want to go to the Australian Outback? 
Holy Hell!!
FX dot com is one year old today! Fx it's self is over 4 years old! Over 4 fucking years of my life spewed out in html. Either I'm just completely sick or this whole thing has made me that way... I fucking made it man. Everyone doubted me from the get go that this site would never stay up anywhere for a year straight, yet here it is... Fuck the bullshit, FX is here to stay! To mark this occasion some FX reader went ape shit in front of the white house, firing shots randomly. I'm so pumped, I don't even know where to begin. I know no one cares, but let's start this B-Day celebration off with a look at the stats from FX over the last year.
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