Yummy Skittles

Taste the rainbow, eat the rainbow...

More pictures to just enjoy

Been out of the local loop so long, Johnny's feelin' kinda, well, out of it. Haven't been able to attend to recent rants for any number of reasons. Business got to be taken care of sometimes, ya know? One night it was 'cause Johnny knew the KJ had all the local freeways scoped out tryin' to find Johnny's house. Couldn't leave then. Another night Johnny just fuckin' forgot. Bangin' twin sisters from Brazil will do that to any man.

Whatever. Gotta get back into the swing of things. Enjoy the pictures.

Camarilla Arrogance

The arrogance of the Ivory fuckin' Tower is just mind blowing sometimes.

There's this Tristan motherfucker that tried to lecture Johnny about the Status Perfectus and libertas. What the fuck? He's Camarilla, what could he really know about libertas? If he really knew about libertas, he'd be an Anarch and not a Cammie. He fuckin' tried to say that an officer of a Cammie court could actually be an Anarch. A fuckin' Anarch sheriff taking orders from a Cam Prince? What the fuck world is he livin' in? There's just no damn way. You can't be both a freedom fighter and a jackbooted thug. You can't be both, but this Tristan arrogantly believes that he knows best somehow and Johnny is wrong.

Maybe he wishes he was an Anarch, or used to be one, and now has regrets about being a part of the machine that oppresses licks everywhere.

When that part of the debate didn't work, he switched gears and tried talking Traditions. Yeah, with a capital fuckin' 'T.' Johnny fuckin' knew better, damn well knew better and still tried to keep up the debate. Johnny knows the basics about the Traditions and sure as shit doesn't know'em well enough to have a goddamn debate about them.

Johnny walked into the trap knowingly and got stung. But then the asshole tries to say it wasn't some kind of a trap, that Anarchs and Cammunists are that different and can't we all just get along because we in the Tower know what's best for you!

It's that attitude. The whole, "Poor misguided Anarchs, if only you had more education during your Accounting, you would see the light and join the Camarilla." If only you poor Anarchs were smarter, you'd see the error of your ways.

Well fuck you Camarilla. We never talk about it, but don't ever fuckin' forget that our long-term goal is the Tower's destruction. And we won't rest until it's done.

True Love in Undeath

So this other Anarch out in Georgia has been talking about True Love. Might leave The Movement for True Love.

What.

The.

Fuck?

Johnny doesn’t think our cold dead hearts are capable of that emotion anymore. Come on, we’re undead killing machines in a lot of ways. Yeah, some of us are capable of passion, especially us Brujah, but Love?

How the hell would we even really know? There's that Blood Binding thing and from Johnny's been told, it sure as hell can feel a lot like love. But it's really just a mystical magical thing that enslaves someone and makes you think it's love. Then there's the other hoodoo voodoo shit that Brujah and Ventrue can do. You know, manipulate emotions and control their thoughts. Damn, Johnny can make a women in a bar cream their panties over Johnny with a bit of mystical mumbo jumbo, but she thinks it's all real, that looking at Johnny makes her hot and wet. But Johnny knows the truth, that Johnny is playing hoodoo voodoo with her head and that's what's making her twat hot.

So with all that, even if it's possible, how would we even know if it's love? Or True Love?

Johnny just doesn't think it's possible.