So there must be briefing over the theories for people’s sake so that they don’t sharpen their knives, clean their guns and buy bullets to start some riot, commit a number of felonies and get their name registered in the police department so that there won’t be any hitch for the police if they are out to catch them.
Apparently there are chances of the third world war to occur adding another event in the up coming 3 years. Well at least there must be one more world war before the end of the world, it will be cool, and won’t that be yeah I believe 55% of the obtuse population will say yes, I don’t mean it but that’s just a guess. As it continues more parties will get involved and provide the world with a newer definition of war and pain. Well a BIG NO TO WAR FROM at least my side so let’s set the war aside and carry on with end of the world theories.
I f I even count the number of theories that support the end of the world it might take me a complete day toting up and still wont reach the end, consequently giving life to propaganda and politics, the theories also lighten up the ease of death and culmination to a new generation of humans after the end of the current generation, will that be plausible.. Nope.
Video sharing websites for instance youtube, are bursting at the seams with videos regarding December 21,2012 , where the young generation is seething with agony and anguish. The agony which is lamer than the theories and the theories which are lamer than the word “lame”.
At this moment only an overflowing amount of money can help a man who loves his life rid off this dilemma. It’s really simple for people like Bill gates to find a way out when planet earth is in trouble. He can surely manage a 5 star space craft with 89 bed rooms, 3 pools, a big arcade, a horse riding coarse and a shopping mall with 5000 servants for a family of 4 with a little assistance from NASA and fly off to some other planet and can even take a trip around the planet and watch a live 3D cataclysmic TV show with his family and have fun with the strippers. Well at least he can fantasize that. While others will sleep with a pistol under their pillow wondering who they would shoot,SCREW THAT.
It’s really dramatic when they say it will be like some sort of supernatural event and it’s even more dramatic when they hook up with a hooker and catch an incurable STD and die before December 21, 2012 leaving us behind to have a moment of laughter at them when the theories prove to be a hoax.
Being of no use and spending most of the time watching old classic episodes of star trek can cause hazardous results and can even detach the hypothalamus present in the brain from the nervous system leading to nervous breakdown causing senseless thoughts conclusion of which are the end of the world theories. So screw the theories, burn a blunt,set back and relax.

The act of talking much and thinking less bring about dire consequences turning you into a total fool epitomizing your only dumbass sense of irresponsibility that you keep with in your own control not letting it gain a shape that you may not roll back.
I have seen people trying their best to avoid everything they are asked to do no matter whether it gets any closer to their own benefit, they would surely counter…at least it’s better than sitting on your own shitpile banging your man boobs in shameless ways making people think that you are a certified meth and bong water dealer. I know they have jobs but they quit as soon as they get their arms on something they can fuck with but this instead makes it more complicated as they’ve got no clue what it is and what results they may have to face but they won’t cave in until they are whacked off the skull. A headbutt would work far better than giving them some LSD to trip the fuck around. They look for some love but their level of Narcissism is  high on so many levels that they even forget the one that they asked for empathy, they are sad and bleeding their ass off but that is it now they have had enough of spanking by their fate.
These people can screw their providence and start fucking with every thing they get .it’s cool as long its not a 2 bucks hooker ready to let them lick her ass line already ,Catching disease leading to drowsiness, No shit, Sherlock.   If in case I forgot to mention about one of those shop worn life less creatures that I know of and live around my 50000 acre mansion, so please let me introduce you to

“Mr. my ass is gay so don’t blame me”

A full time shirker with the face of a Tranny . Who left his family for his only excuse of suffering from work phobia; at least he didn’t say laziness or might have faced worse results.
Even doctors claim that being indolent is a disease so all the shirkers should
be given sick pays plus the sick bonus they don’t deserve so that they can fuck their couch and tell the world that it’s not fun. But they still have feelings, though obsolete but too much of TV.and porn online fade the remaining emotions away in one go. Now they are back to their selfish lazyass shirker self and start blaming others for their laziness along with the excuse of being work phobic. Even a sloth can free style when in trouble but the shirkers will move out and sell their houses so that they can buy few more of the classics star trek DVDS as they are broke already. Eventually with time they turn into critics and start giving their own opinions on pop culture with their incredible wits that they inherited from the chimpanzees who are at least not shirkers. they are happy to receive the full pay on account of their justification of being work phobic which is gay as there are hardly any employers that will hire some indolent dolts just to hit their heads into the wall for hiring such chumps clinging to the very first outlandish babbling.Their resilient nature adds another feature to their useless existence leading to self destruction wreaking hovacs into the lives of their employers….it’s as simple as putting your pinky in your nose and taking the dry phlegm out and enjoying the never ending holiday package they received on being dicks with no chicks.Fucking schmucks
…happy shirkers day….mother fuckers

]]> http://kroniksanblurbs.wordpress.com/2009/03/23/you%e2%80%99re-not-a-shirker-you%e2%80%99re-just-gay/feed/ 0 kroniksan you suck mother fucker!! http://kroniksanblurbs.wordpress.com/2008/06/03/end-of-the-world-december212012-is-a-total-bullshitthis-is-how-they-were-all-wrong-click-to-see/ http://kroniksanblurbs.wordpress.com/2008/06/03/end-of-the-world-december212012-is-a-total-bullshitthis-is-how-they-were-all-wrong-click-to-see/#comments Tue, 03 Jun 2008 03:05:57 +0000 kroniksan http://kroniksanblurbs.wordpress.com/?p=18 ]]> Whenever we talk about time the words that run around our minds are the past, the present and the future…but according to me there was no past, there is no present and there will be no future as its all today. As the days pass by we tend to think that the time is changing but in reality it’s just the cycle of the planet rotating on its axis and revolving around the sun giving us the sensation that the time is changing and which they gave the name Time. So time is an observable fact set by Humans. As a person grows old he is bound to think that he has lived a long life (no doubt a long time for him at least) but growing old does not have anything to do with time, it’s just his body that has stopped working in coordination (rhythm I might add), gone weary and tired of the everyday shit. Falling sick is also no way connected with time and now you can hear me loud and all the way clear. Thousands of years ago a minority called the Mayans popped out of nowhere which worked on several futile projects that they had no clue about. As god gave them sense to utilize, they put all of their hard work in tasks that went in vain but for them they were astounding. They couldn’t survive longer than 1000 years with their senseless existence. One of their ludicrous creations is The Mayan calendar on which they claimed that the world wont go over the date 12/21/2012 and we all will have to die on this day. As this day is coming over the fear of the dooms day is creeping slowly and slowly, inch by inch into the mind of people, which is as vain as the existence of The Mayans.. According to the calculation and consideration that I had gone through for over years working day in day out along with the daily school shit (I’m eighteen), I think they were all jerks with no lives to live, that’s why their community couldn’t go longer than 1000 years (not sure about that ). So people don’t have to fear what The Mayans calendar is and whatever it says… as its all fake and a headless idea as
Time does not exist (in a natural way)……so the calendar does not exist either…how ever I can’t talk about the phenomenon of Probability.

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A c-grade TV show that gets all of its episodes shot in the same room.

I had been totally pissed lately; hell of boredom, so I just had my ass on the couch and watched a few sitcoms, planned on buying few DVDs too. It was all going fine until I did a search for the sitcom stars that what they exactly do apart from that sitcom shit. I got fucking amazed that almost every sitcom star is a singer …wow wait a second i wonder why people call them stars when they’ve got no lights of their own. Stars are heavenly bodies that produce their own heat (light) so yeah I have the knowledge of ASTRONOMY. I know life is too short and sometimes it goes real hard to feed your family when you don’t have a real job and may be this is the only reason that every sitcom dork wants to be a singer. I made a list of three sitcom people THAT I HATE THE MOST, who are singers as well; no matter how dumb they sound but still singers….here goes the list

1.Vanessa hudgens(Low Life)-HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL

SITCOM/MOVIE (CAN’T REALLY SAY)

pictured above Vanessa hudgens (Yup i’m talking about the creature that looks some sort of a girl) and zach effron who is a so called sitcom star, plus a singer, i’m not gonna write about him coz i think only one gay will be better than bringing the whole wal-mart about.

Not sure what dragged her to Disney and what she had in her mind while doing that sitcom.she’s got the strangest face in the entire Disney. I can’t tell about you, but it would get real hard for me to predict her ethnicity even if you lock me up in a room with her for 50 years, i know she cant live longer than that, may be during the span of time i will make few babies with her but surely I will show them the best way to Orphanage,…if you ask her how does she look I’m freaking sure she would say Beautiful oh yeah looks like she has started modeling too, who gives a FUCK and This one really creeps me out, about a few months ago I heard news out nowhere that she had her nude pics uploaded on her myspace music page. I can help you out on that, well she had no other way to publicize her obsolete ass so she just chose the best formula a worn-out C-grade sitcom actress will choose but yeah it didn’t work out…

2.Drake bell (gay inside)-Drake&Josh

pictured above Drake (guy in the middle with a gay smile) AND HAWK NELSON GAYS FOR GOOD! HOW GAY! LOOKS LIKE HE FOUND MORE DICKS AND ASS TO RIDE AND GO WILD ON RESPECTIVELY..

I came to know about him when I watched a sitcom which unintentionally turned out gay called Drake&josh the adventures of two step brothers (Gay adventures) . I know every one wants to be famous no matter whatever the steps he or she might have to take but he or she won’t cave in. I can even predict who is gay and who is not just by looking at his face. When I watched his show I found it a little weird coz the director ‘Dan Schneider’ who is one of drake’s gay partners compellingly made the viewers listen to the crap sung by that gay drake bell which was a total welsh on the deal, people watch TV shows to ward off the evil of boredom not to let TV shows fuck with their brains. During the reel run Drake tries to show that he is all normal and just like every other teenager but that penchant feeling for josh’s ass can easily be spotted on drake’s faggotized face. He thinks he sings great, i have no idea what made him feel so but it must have been some sort of Devine gay force and in addition to fulfill his dreams of being a singer he had two of his albums out but he couldn’t do a bitch of business with those albums.

ALBUM(1):TELEGRAPH-Total copies sold -20

ALBUM(2):IT’S ONLY TIME-Total copies sold -16 actually 15 He bought one to scare crows away.

He recently worked in a c-grade home video as the lead actor called the Dragonfly– WTF! DOES A DRAGON FLY HAVE TO DO WITH A MOVIE BUT OH YEAH IT DIDN’T WORK OUT EITHER…he is as lame as a road kill collector and should better look for a way to earn a nice living in the upcoming years coz i don’t think he has a future in showbiz….i tell him what go get a job of a swinger this would help him make gay love with his costumers way better than making gay love with josh’s asthma attacked fat ass.

3.Miley Cyrus-Hannah Montana

pictured above wtf….She is not blonde

she is the daughter of the famous singer that i had no clue about and just looked into the wikipedia of, His names is Billy ray Cyrus who enforces people to watch his daughter’s waste of time acting plus listen to her doofus ass songs which he thinks are stupendous . He must have been apprehensive lately that’s why he made that show which seems more about miley’s midget brother Jackson (looks more like an alien) than herself. In the show she goes out with random guys that she pisses off before they ask her for a kiss, she has an absurd nature almost found nowhere on this side of the planet and she is pretty proud of that, I suggest her a job that will be to take a sponge or a piece of cloth and start car washing in the streets of LA may be she would soon find some dumb SKID MARK Mexican of her class and yeah that’s what she’s got…Hey Billy get me a cup of hot chocolate…

In the evening, when the setting sun found weary reflection in the windows of the houses, the factory expelled the people from its stone bowels as though they were so much slag, and they climbed the street again—grimy, black-faced, their hungry teeth glittering, their bodies giving off the sticky odour of machine oil. Now their voices were lively, even joyful, for work was over for another day, and supper and rest awaited them at home.

The day had been devoured by the factory, whose machines sucked up as much of the worker’s strength as they needed. The day was struck out, leaving not a trace, and man had advanced one more step towards his grave. But now he was looking forward to rest and to the delights of a smoke-filled tavern and he was content.

On Sundays and holydays the people slept till ten, and then the respectable married ones put on their best clothes and went to mass, scolding the young ones for their indifference to religion. After mass they came home, ate pirogi and slept again till evening.

The weariness accumulated through the years dulled their appetite, so they whetted them with drink, stimulating their stomachs with the sharp sting of vodka.

In the evening they strolled along the streets. Those who owned galoshes put them on even though the ground was dry, and those who owned umbrellas carried them even though the weather was fine.

On meeting their friends they talked about the factory, the machines and their foreman; they never thought or talked about anything not connected with their work. Occasional sparks of feeble faltering thoughts sometimes flickered in the dull monotony of their days. When the men came home they wrangled with their wives and often beat them. The young people went to the taverns or to their friends’ houses, where they played the accordion, sang ribald songs, danced, swore and got drunk. Worn out as they were by hard work, the drink quickly went to their heads, and some uncountable irritation rankled in their breasts, demanding an outlet. And so they seized the slightest opportunity to relieve their feeling by flying at one another with bestial ferocity. Bloody fights were the result. Sometimes they ended in serious injuries and occasionally in killings.

Their human relations were dominated by a lurking sense of animosity,

a feeling as old as the incurable exhaustion of their muscles. People were born with this malady of the spirit inherited from their fathers, and like a dark shadow it accompanied them to the very grave, making them do things revolting in their senseless cruelty.

On Sundays the young people came home late at night in torn clothes, covered with dirt and mud, with black eyes and bloody noses, sometimes boasting maliciously of the blows they had dealt their friends, at other times sulking, raging or crying over their insults; they were drunk and pathetic, miserable and disgusting. Often mothers or fathers found their sons sprawling dead drunk in the shadow of a fence, or on the floor of a tavern. The elders would curse them foully, pummel their vodka-sodden bodies, bring them home and put them to the bed with a certain solicitude, only to wake them up early in the morning when the shriek of the whistle came rushing in a dark stream through the dawn.

They cursed their children and beat them mercilessly, but the fighting and drinking of the young people was taken as a matter of course; when the fathers had been young they too had fought and drunk, been thrashed in their turn by their mothers and fathers.

Life had always been like that. It followed on in a turbid stream, slowly and evenly, year after year, and everything was bound together by deep-rooted habits of thinking and doing the same thing day after day.

Sometimes new people came to live in the factory settlement. At first they attracted attention just because they were newcomers, then a superficial interest in them was sustained by their accounts of the other places where they had worked. But soon the novelty wore off, people grew used to them and stopped noticing them. From what the newcomers said it was clear that the life of working people as the same everywhere. And if this was true, what was there to talk about?

But some of the new comers said things that were new to the settlement. Nobody argued with them, but they listened skeptically. Some were annoyed by what they said, others were vaguely alarmed, while yet others were disturbed by a faint shadow of hope, and this made them drink all the harder to drive away alarms that only made life more complicated.

If they noted anything unusual about a newcomer, the people in the settlement would hold it against him, and they ware wary of anyone who was not like themselves. It was as if they feared he might upset the dull regularity of their lives, which if difficult, were at least untroubled. People were used to having life bear down upon them with equal pressure at all times, and since they had no hope of relief, they were sure any change would only increase their hardships.

The working people silently avoided anyone who voiced new ideas. So the newcomers usually went away. In the rare cases when they stayed, they either grew to be like their fellows or took to living apart….

After some fifty years of such a life a man died.