Tigglesworth

If you like sarcasm, satire, and opinions, this is the blog for you!

The Annapolis fucking Valley

Welcome to my “home”; inhabited by some of the most undesirable, arrogant, ignorant, prejudice, moronic, mouth-breathing fucking rednecks imaginable, with their tasteless disregard for the well-being of others, and their insufferable, self-righteous self-absorbed notion that they’re entitled to every good thing on this planet without ever having to do a good thing for another human being.  Fuck you and your destructive nature, and your assholery; I could do without you cunts in my life anyway.  This entire beautiful chunk of land that we live on has been ruined, polluted, and disgraced by all the shitty people here; and even if they didn’t fuck it all up, it still wouldn’t be worth being here anyway.  I’d appreciate it greatly if somebody would come along and exterminate all these pests that exist here, and leave only the very few people here who are actually worth the oxygen that they breath.

To anyone reading this: Nova Scotia is an incredibly shitty and undesirable province to be in, no matter where you are.  If you ever find yourself unfortunate enough as to be in NS, at the very least do yourself a favour and steer clear of the Valley.

A message from the government of Canada. (ie, Tigglesworth)

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Aurora Borealis

Like Aurora Borealis

You’re shining and vibrant

 

Indescribable with any words that

I know is your beauty

 

Unstoppable by the passage of time

Just like that northern light show

 

Simple, and elegant

Yet complicated and mind-boggling 

Every reason to keep on livin’ is a pretty good reason

All exchanges managed on and indebted to the network

Vast and far across the planet enough to reach them two and further

Grasped in hand, the key to each others’ hearts and lives

And in their minds etched a time that seemed so far beyond, yet near.

 

Intruding their consciousness with heavy, yet jovial imaginings

In a caress far less tangible than the ideal, but still at least a gesture,

Something to make the time pass until they may be in each other’s arms

However long the time until then may seem, and may be in reality.

 

So, love may bud and flourish in the space between two hearts

No matter how far.  In different worlds from each other,

It grows and becomes something more real than the wires it’s strung across

And that’s just not a thing that can be ignored, I think.

 

The general implication that adoration must sprout in the material world

Has never so successfully been proven incorrect

Because two minds, regardless of any factor the world can hurl at them,

Will always have the capability of falling in love.

 

Apocalypse

Is this the apocalypse?

Living in a world we’ve torn apart ourselves

We say demons will come and destroy it all

Well, I think we’re the monsters here

 

And what’s scarier than that, I think

Is that I couldn’t be fucked to give a shit

Because it’s not my problem anyway

Because I like this broken world we live in

 

How can we call ourselves human

When we’ve never shown very much humanity

Only distrust and dishonour and stabbed backs

And a planet we’ve wrecked for all other creatures

 

After all, we’re just creatures born of mother nature too

Perhaps we’ve mastered our fate

Perhaps we’ve outsmarted nature, and all things natural

But nature isn’t finished with us yet.

Your smile

I wish I could float with you

    In the middle of a lake after dark

        In a canoe, just big enough for the two of us

 

And I wish I could fly up high

    In the sky like a bird in the early fall

        Without a single care in the world at all

 

And it really makes me think

    This bird can see any sight in the world

        But one wonder that it will never have the grace

            The grace of seeing every day, and basking in in beauty of

 

Is your smile.  So is it worth it to be the bird anyway?

I love you, you fucking cunt.

Dear everybody,

That means you.  You’re a douchebag.  You’re that asshole who can’t seem to figure out how to park between two white motherfucking lines, and for some reason feels the need to take up a portion of what would have been somebody else’s space.  You’re that self-important pretentious bastard who orders lattes that regular functioning human-fucking-beings can’t even pronounce and sits there sipping it while shopping for antique lampshades on his iPad while wearing a fedora like the stupid sheep he is.  You are that bitch at high school that enjoys making other peoples’ lives shitty because your life is good because you’re unreasonably hot.  I hate your fucking guts, you spineless shit.

You.  Me.  Everybody; you.

You’ve given me all the strength I could have ever asked for to continue existing on this planet that we don’t seem to belong on.  With all these other people, who don’t seem to have been granted the mental capabilities necessary to get along with each other.  With a population of people that were all given brains that are incompatible with the brains of others, forever incapable of ever fully understanding what another person thinks, feels, sees, hears, smells.  Because in comparison to your own palette, your own senses and sensitivities, you’re experiencing something entirely unique from everyone else.  You, I love you anyway.  Me.  Everybody.

When I look at you, I see me reflected back.  I see the same old tired eyes and worn out face and half-assed false smile.  Our struggles are equal, regardless of how we perceive them individually, you know, and I feel your stupid fruitless relentless petty pain.  I love you.

Don’t ever change,

-Tigglesworth

I wish I had a …

I wish I had a cigarette for every time a perfect stranger asked me for a cigarette, but I have to wonder what a cigarette will really do to help that person out.

Inspirational Quote Of The Day

Words to live by!

LadyRomp

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They were all i…

They were all in love with dyin’, they were doing it in Texas. Tommy played piano like a kid out in the rain, and then he lost his leg in Dallas, he was dancin’ with the train. They were all in love with dyin’ they were drinkin’ from a fountain that was pouring like an avalanche, coming down the mountain.

From Pepper, by the Butthole Surfers.

There’s no one …

There’s no one to blame – people are just fucking mean.