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Donkey Punch v. 2.0!
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At work and it was quite some time since I last sat here, on this
chair, at work, trying to write so I’m not gonna’ do it again. I’m
just gonna be me. Plain and simple. Read some old posts over at
the first Donkey Punch blog I had (it’s still there, just poorly updated)
and like a lightning it struck me, this blows. Everything.
I can see myself sitting at home, alone by my computer looking over
my shoulder seeing that “M. Hill” story, the final version but then I
turn my back on it, as always. “M. Hill” doesn’t cut it but I look back
once again and there it is, my masterpiece “The Man on the Airport“
it’s the first draft and then I turn my back on that too. Now I sit here
at work, writing this, thinking I should erase every word but then I
think again, these words may be uninteresting but it’s me and it’s me
it’s all about.
By the way, I look good in both sneakers and boots, in the nude.
fo’ shizzle
I promised myself, to never write about something I haven’t published yet or
about my ideas but this time there’s a difference or at least that what I think.
For once, words come easy, no more detours. Just substantial topics, words and
thoughts or maybe not just substantial things, this is after all Donkey Punch! and
this is the place defined by crazy shit. Anyways what I was going to say is that I’ve
found a way to start this new cycle of topics, where I puke, dissect and just giving
everything of me into one topic at a time and since I know (statistically) that most
of you like the hate and negative sides of my words, I’ll give this stupid idea a try.
Back to the point, I’ve written two drafts of “The man on the airport” and it feels good,
not great but good is enough. I hope to publish it soon but for those who have followed
me for a time now, know that you shouldn’t expect something anytime soon but
waiting is half the fun, right?
The joy and hatred of me, by me.
Let’s push all things to the limit, it’s time to advice you all to
re-think your positions and your choices, meaning, should you
really be interested in this? In nothing? Cause’ that’s exactly what
it is, nothingness, reaching it’s highest point. After all the talk about
new beginnings, a new era, a new face of this blog — I’m tired of that
shit and I assume that so are you!?
If not, congrats’. But if you for one second think of all the unnecessary,
idiotic, uninteresting facts of Donkey Punch! then you might re-think
everything. Here’s some things I recommend whilst looking yourself
in the mirror and thinking about the nothingness of DP!
1. Punch your balls (if you have some)
2. Feel your boobs (or someone else’s)
3. Kiss yourself (it’s very, very satisfying, I promise)
4. Feel yourself (even more satisfying, don’t believe me? Try it!)
If you still decide that this place is the right place for you?
Welcome, you’ve passed the test. You’re totally DP’d. Nice
feeling, right? And it’s now, when you, every worthy soul gets
the shot to be apart of something fantastic, the ideas and thoughts
by me and it’s a pleasant ride, I can assure. So fuck off and welcome
to reality. This is it. As of now, this is it. The shit. The deal.
I look forward to crush your dreams tomorrow and bring you some
new ones the day after tomorrow because that’s the way things
work around here. WELCOME, This is Donkey Punch! The most
wonderful shit hole around here.
My robots are in the land of music
I’m back for the three hundred forty seventh time and this time I will
not leave my thoughts outside DP, it’s time to kick some ass, time to show
myself what I’m capable of, ’cause it’s been years since I accomplished
anything worthy of celebration, anything worthy of good reviews. I feel
recharged, ready for new battles in life, lately I’ve been totally focused on
the wrong things. This is the new, no matter what I’ve said before, this is the
start of the new era, better later than never, right?
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Shave this if you can
I’ve shaved my armpits and I don’t feel gay at all, just a nice and fresh feeling.
I’ve done it before, when I was, what do you say, oh yeah, when I was a
swimmer in LASS. But that was many years ago, so me shaving my armpits
without really having a reason other than the fact it’s nice and not so warm
is maybe somewhat gay. But who gives a damn, really?!
