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  Tidbit posted Thursday, January 8, 2004

You know people have become utterly desperate (and pathetic) when they have to make up AIM screen name like "I Own You phhp" for no other reason than to send me an IM, letting me know that there is a new board on the Internet to hack on me and that I'm not invited.

Boo hoo hoo. You can see I'm all broken up over it. LMAO!!

The reason I do not believe that is because you want me to read it at some point. Someone will "let it slip" somewhere, I'll bet money on it. If that were not true, there would be no throw away screen names for the sole purpose than to inform me of such things. Based on the amount of email I have been getting from ezboard requesting the password for my account name, it's not too hard of a guess.

But you see, I would have to actually care...and I don't. If you idiots want to sit on a private Internet board and call me "dumpy the doughboy" (LMAO!!) all day long, then you have my blessing.

What a pathetic existence that is.

And that's what really tears you up. The fact that I don't care. 'Twas not I who had that last board shut down. You see, I have a great circle of friends that you don't know about...some of which might even be in your own group. You figure out. ;-)

What's even more pussified than this is all the dummy AIM names. Cowards. Clearly no one has the courage to identify themselves. Always hiding...that's what cowards and pussies do. :)

Me? I don't hide. I don't have to. I have nothing to hide. Never have, never will. Not a single one of you freaky stalkers can say the same.

Power, gotta love it!

Not that any of ya would know.

   Kevin @ 8:15 PM EST | | Listening to:

  Some advice posted Monday, January 5, 2004

::sigh::

You want a piece of this too Kyra-StickyWicky? I'd let you have a say but I deleted your mail. Sorry. You see, I have no need or desire to read anything from you whores (yes, I know it's a word I use often...but it fits you hens so well, I see no reason to change). It's quite easy just to click that delete button without giving it any consideration. Once you do it a few times, it becomes second nature.

So why waste time with this post? Well, I'm bored. My galpal won't be here for another hour or so...and it gets me so fucking hard reveling in the fact that I own each and every one of you who visit me and my words over and over and over again. She does a great job keeping the anaconda tamed. Heh. After all, Freud says we have two drives: Sex and aggression. Makes sense to me.

Face it. I *am* the drug that you cannot quit. So, the next time anyone wants to try and suggest I am an addict, think about how addicted to me you are by coming here. Day after day. Just can't stop youself, can you?

However, here is what I still don't understand: If you morons hate me and my blog so much...why do you keep coming back? Hmmmmmm? My guess? Power! I have all of it. None of ya can still get through a day without thinking about me, obviously. The repetitive IPs on the visitors logs makes that clear. In fact, I am thisclose to making the logs accessible to the public just to demonstrate the level of power I have over you cretins.

Speaking of power, I'm sorry to hear that your little bash board got shut down. Good triumphs over evil...every time. ;-)

I'm giving some consideration to becoming a board monitor for AOL. My way to help clean up AOL of excessive trash that keeps piling up on what would otherwise be constructive message boards. I hear that help is needed to curb those ban evaders.

   Kevin @ 8:54 PM EST | | Listening to:

  Obsession posted Friday, January 2, 2004

Wow Jimbo...someone needs to seek help. I'm so embedded in that small redneck head of yours, I don't think you could function without me. Perhaps I will start referring to you as Kevin's Bitch, because that is what you have become. :)

1/02 - 5:52 PM: 601-238-4257
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1/01 - 2:33 AM: 601-238-4257
1/01 - 2:30 AM: 601-238-4257

Oooooooookay. Can we say: Psycho alert?

Note to self: It appears that the queen of trailer trash Kyra Mobley-Longhway a.k.a. "Wicky" is in on this whole conspiracy as well. For the record, she who married and bred with her father, I rejected your friendship when you "offered" it. Upper class folk like myself do not consort with garbage, like you.

Dumpy the Doughboy...LMAO!!!!!

At six foot two and 202 pounds, I am quite the fit and healthy male. Hardly "dumpy," but if it makes you feel better to think so, then more power to you. :)

Now, if you want a study in pathos, take a look at your little circle jerk. A house of hens with baggy titties and droopy pussies (that includes you too Dimbo) that sit online all day and post on message boards about...well, nothing (and you wonder why they are all removed...LOL). Now *that* is unattractive. The sad fact is that if it were not for me, you wads of flesh that amount to nothing more than life support for dead pussies would have absolutely nothing to talk about.

Seriously hens, when you step back and look at it like a normal person (a real stretch for you, I know...just make believe for a sec), your mere existence's on the Internet would be meaningless without me, for that is the power I have over all of you. Not a day goes by where any one of you don't waste time thinking about me and how to flame me. You've got me embedded in your heads just as bad as TrollFag. I love it! :D

Yet none of you have the guts to call me yourself and confront me. Not a single one of you. That tells me that in the end, you all are a bunch of gutless, spineless, yellow dittoheads. Cowards, plain and simple. You think you have real power over? LMAO!!!! Hardly. :)

The consensus seems to be that this blog (or as KellyDePhew says "web-blech" which is what men scream out when they discover the stank cave of cobwebs your snatch is truly comprised of) is completely about any given one of you, or the lot. Big misconception. For you see, I was doing this long before any of you knew about the Internet, and I'll be here long after you have faded away. This is only but a chapter (and a sad one at that) in the bigger story. So I let you mindless drones feed your egos by thinking that my life is totally about you when the reality is I barely give it a thought when I have done everything I had planned for the day. The claim is my lack of quick reply or silence is due to being defeated when the fact is I have better and more productive things to do, and I only give it my time when I'm bored. Put another way...it's just a hobby. :)

So until I get bored again, may death find you quicker than it has to those who deserved life. ;-)

Ta

   Kevin @ 4:06 PM EST | | Listening to:

  Revenge of the Sith I posted Friday, January 2, 2004

I got a big piece coming up later. A lot of formatting and replies. These things take time to write.

I will be at the Silver Cricket tonight, Jimbo. Main street, Sarasota. You cannot miss it. Big silver cricket with white neon. It's a little more upper class than you might be used to, but I'm sure if you wear some slacks and a tie, they might let you in. Tell the bouncer you are there to see me and I'll make sure they let you in. ;-)

You have enough time to drive down here. Come meet me and let's put an end to this once and for all. Make sure you say farewell to your victim...err, daughter, for if you come, you won't be going back. After all, seeing your such a tough, big man who hides behind a computer and a telephone. I'm so in your head, Jimbo. There isn't a day that goes by that you cannot think about me. They call that obsession you know. Everytime you pick up your phone to call me, that is just more power I have over you. You just cannot stop yourself (after twenty messages, it's more than obvious). I certainly hope you are not in love with me you queer faggot, because I'll tell you what I told Buiz, I don't swing that way. You can beg and plead and throw all the temper tantrums you want, it won't help. However, if you want me to school your daughter, I'll throw her a load or two to keep her off your dick for awhile. ;-)

I don't think you'll show up, because you are a textbook pussy. Plain and simple. I'd tell you to leave a message, but my voice mail is full...and I cannot erase the evidence that is going to put you away (not even considering all the phone records that speak for themselves...calls every five minutes? You have issues...seriously). :)

I was considering using call forward to start routing all your own calls back to your cell phone (the number is still 601-238-4257, yes)? My cell phone is my primary phone anyway, no one calls the land line. That's just for BBS access.

Or maybe I'll just forward all calls to my number to Barbie's phone. Yeah, I like that idea better. Call long distance to talk to your "soul mate." LMAO!!!!!!!

I'll be waiting at the Cricket, redneck.

Ta

To be continued...

   Kevin @ 1:24 PM EST | | Listening to:

  Still reading? posted Thursday, January 1, 2004

Okay fuckers, here is how we are going to play:

The more you fuck with me, the more I am going to drag your pal Barb a.k.a. DaWasties (is that a misspelling?) through the mud. I am going to concentrate ALL my firepower on Barbie. So each time any of you Laci board shit eaters takes a jab, your pal Barb is going to get dinged.

Or should I call her: Barbara Merrill? Maiden name Bolda?

Shall I start with sharing the oh so tender story of Thomas Duckett?

Or shall I start with the posting of the address and phone number? I will make sure it spreads through newsgroups faster than wildfire...because that's the nice guy I am. :)

So, are you ready to concede? Or do you want to play?

Oh, the only person I will answer to is Barbie. No one else. Contact from anyone of ya and I start sharing personal information. And I *do* mean personal.

Ta

   Kevin @ 6:25 PM EST | | Listening to: