I guess I never gave thought to who I was or what I was saying, or why I was saying it. I never gave a shit about most things that came my way. Life is criminal, it's an injunction on the realm of the dead. Foolish mortals. Have I become so evaded to the consequence of time that I forget my own being. Lost is this world I live in... and fuck, I created it. I guess I have no one to blame, or one thing to blame. Or maybe I can do the usual and blame the parents, or the environment I grew up in. I can stand and protest to confess that I, a white man, living in a white world with white walls am a product of my environment.
Yeah, that could work, I'll be, "that Guy." I'll start a rally and protest the other white oppressed people living in this decaying society. I'll even have a fucking flag for the cause like the gays do. Maybe I'm gay,.. no that would be to easy. I could pin my destructive nature and the way I don't admire God's creation on the fact that I fuck the same sex. Amazing how most people do this. Nothing holds beauty for me, I pretend so much that I am happy. I'm not even happy when I cut someone off, or cut someone down, I do feel more secure in the fact that I am an asshole. I love being hated, admired and lusted after all at the same time.
What am I getting at? What? Is this the quintessential, "Note to self." Angry, some would say, but I'm not. I get a kick out of sad people, and hurtful love stories. How these useless fucks can spend so much time pondering the ways and hows on why they can't fine love. Well boo-fuck-hew, the reason you can't find it is because it does not exist. Your a fucking animal that can communicate with the other animals and contemplate the ways and hows of this thing called love. Animals that are ready for euthanasia, and I'm buying.
My parents missed my birthday in the close of the summer of '87. That was a sad day. Fuck it. I don't understand those fucks either. It's my birthday, it's my birthday. Who really fucking cares? Really? Let me go buy a generic card, with generic under articulate meaningless shit on it to show the petrifying society I remembered when your mother shit you out. More fabrications, more distractions, let us deter for a moment why your place in this world is so fucking meaningful... Wait, it's not, it's really not. Your birthday, like most holidays wreaks of untimely expenses and hours of brain power that could otherwise be spent on blowing more societies, creeds and religions off the planet. And that my friend, I would have a piece of cake for.
I love when I say something so self loathing that I get an erection. Erections are interesting as well. In fact isn't that the reason we do most things as "men" or "guys"? To show off our erections? Job, gym, car, education, portfolios, stocks, bonds, 401k, pets, extreme sports, etc. Everything after all is just another reason, an excuse to show your erection. Then you ask if it's big? Did you get off? If you have to ask fucktard, no. The answer is no. I know longer care about who sees my erection, I would rather pay a hot stripper a buck-fifty to fuck me. In the end your paying for it, might as well hit it and quit it. Sounds like another rap song.
I hate those fucks too. Rappers, and the whole hip-hop fucking subculture. More like a carnival side sideshow exhibit. A bunch of wild let loose monkeys running around flinging shit on people, society and the white devils. You mean the same white devils that purchased your inarticulate songs stolen from great music writers of 60's and 70's. Those same racist slave owners who dress like you and talk like you? Those whites? Those crackers? Nothing is more shameful then any nationality wanting to be another nationality. They should make drugs legal, so these fucktardulis people would die faster.
I hate EMO kids too, I'm not gay but I want to fuck them like the pussy's they are, singing and crying about love or a girl that cheating on them. With their blown-dried side swiping hair. Maybe they would not have left you, had you of manned the fuck up. Seriously? It's not even music, it's interpretive crying. Tight pants wearing, wrist band bearing, fairy fucks. Music is fucking dead, in general. American Idol, can some terrorist just hit that stage number, please. I'm not sorry for the things I say or rant. These are my thoughts and you can choose to read them or not.
I am an angry fuck with an agenda to make the sugar coating melt off this fucked world we live in. I hate that money from my paychecks supports welfare plotters to throw their government checks down the throats of the seminoles' slot machines, and I refuse to capitalize seminoles. There not a tribe they are and annoying bunch of meth addicts. They are a dispensable people, filled with disease, bad genetics and poor hygiene. They prey upon the weak and old to build their bank accounts not giving a single dime to education or the country that allows such acts. Casinos were a bad idea over all. I love them however. I love to see people fall victim to the rhetoric, the puns, the false hope. It amuses me. Go ahead, call me a walking contradiction. I welcome it, any label will do.
Anything that pacifies your thought process so you don't have to live in my urine and cum soaked society. The Starbucks is still open, on every corner, of every city. Charging you more because coffee with milk is said in a different language. The same language you refuse to learn, because their in America, and they should speak American. Wake up, you walkers of routine, you sea of sameness. You fucktastic species, you care more about the death of a pedophile than the death of a soldier. More about an actress than a starving kid. More about an advertising pitch man than your own kids education. Your priorities are fucked and your a cursed people designed to say and feel what your spin doctors and talking heads tell you to feel. I can call this out because I don't care. I'm lost and not trying to be found. I just want to know how I got like this.
Society is so twisted to believe the power lies have over you, your backward thinkers, you think space should be explored. Why? So we can fuck another region of the galaxy up? You know why the stars remain beautiful? Because we can't touch them, we can't poke and prod them. We can't contaminate them, position them or direct them, they just are. Unlike you, who stands in line like cattle and sheep waiting to get sheared. Religion, Politics, we are fucking stardust, spit on a lab slide. A complex organism geared to destroy and ruin. We are nomads running wild on the abandoned streets of Sodom and Gomorra. Armed with pathetic contracts signed by slave owners and traitors of the crown. Terrorists, we invented the word because we lived the word.
Negative, call me negative. I'm not, we are all socially awkward. Maybe I should call it that, maybe this is my vice. Maybe this is my problem. My grandfather use to say, "I love people of color, just not people of color." Racist fuck. Don't get me wrong I still lock my doors when I drive in "those neighborhoods." But who doesn't? Then it's my family, I have to put it on them, I should put it on them. I mean they are the ones who made my choices for me? They are the ones who raised me, taught me how to think. Love wasn't absent from my parents, I came from a great family, house and have a great sister. Chistmas's were the best.
No. That's not it. I was told to grew up. That's it. I was told to grow up. My childhood is over, Peter Pan has died. I can no longer sit alone and play with toys and dream about flying. I have to grow up. I am no longer obliged the innocence of the youth mindset. I have to be like you people reading this grotesque display of ignorance. I have to walk and feed among you vile air suckers. Who pontificate about a green society and then suck down resources. I can no longer run trough fields or build forts, because interest has accrued on my credit card. I am a victim of growing up and thinking like death-waiters, aka grownups.
I remember a time when life seemed filled with adventures and treasures to find. I miss feeling lost in my own precarious thoughts. I miss waiting for those expensive holidays. I miss wondering what love is and when will it find me. Why did I play this hand? Why did I even sit at the grownups table on that one cold holiday night. That is when everything went south. That's when I lost my youth and the want of more days in the sun. It's my fault, It was my choice to make. Can I go back? Can I start over? No.
I am destined to walk among the dead-living. The mindless self-decrypting blood bags who walk the embankments and concrete jungles for average under paid acts of service to ungrateful clients and customers. It's cold out here and none of these swinging dicks have a clue about what life should be about. If I could sit in the silence of yesteryear and fuel my mind to not make the mistake of joining this group of sheep who's only purpose is to sleep, fuck and defecate on themselves. I would cut the years of my life by half. Because 30 innocent filled ones is better then a lifetime spent with any of you toxic destructive primates. I have long awaited the relinquishment of my responsibilities. I have traveled both the narrow and paved roads. I am at this time stuck on a one way road to nowhere and I have plenty of money to get there. It's time to derail. It's time to just stop my feeble mind from exploring the known path.
I used to see shapes and animals in the clouds, now I forecast another scorcher and predict rain. I used to want to see the world to hold the beauty of god's presence, now I can't even capitalize the word god. I miss expecting the unexpected, now I hate surprises. I understand and know hate more then I believe or know love. I don't have children. I don't even want them, appropriation is not in my being any more. I want to revert, I want to Benjamin Button this bitch and go back. I want to walk past that grownups table to the kids table, and most of all, I should have never stopped swinging on my Jack O' Lantern Swing Set.
Yeah, that could work, I'll be, "that Guy." I'll start a rally and protest the other white oppressed people living in this decaying society. I'll even have a fucking flag for the cause like the gays do. Maybe I'm gay,.. no that would be to easy. I could pin my destructive nature and the way I don't admire God's creation on the fact that I fuck the same sex. Amazing how most people do this. Nothing holds beauty for me, I pretend so much that I am happy. I'm not even happy when I cut someone off, or cut someone down, I do feel more secure in the fact that I am an asshole. I love being hated, admired and lusted after all at the same time.
What am I getting at? What? Is this the quintessential, "Note to self." Angry, some would say, but I'm not. I get a kick out of sad people, and hurtful love stories. How these useless fucks can spend so much time pondering the ways and hows on why they can't fine love. Well boo-fuck-hew, the reason you can't find it is because it does not exist. Your a fucking animal that can communicate with the other animals and contemplate the ways and hows of this thing called love. Animals that are ready for euthanasia, and I'm buying.
My parents missed my birthday in the close of the summer of '87. That was a sad day. Fuck it. I don't understand those fucks either. It's my birthday, it's my birthday. Who really fucking cares? Really? Let me go buy a generic card, with generic under articulate meaningless shit on it to show the petrifying society I remembered when your mother shit you out. More fabrications, more distractions, let us deter for a moment why your place in this world is so fucking meaningful... Wait, it's not, it's really not. Your birthday, like most holidays wreaks of untimely expenses and hours of brain power that could otherwise be spent on blowing more societies, creeds and religions off the planet. And that my friend, I would have a piece of cake for.
I love when I say something so self loathing that I get an erection. Erections are interesting as well. In fact isn't that the reason we do most things as "men" or "guys"? To show off our erections? Job, gym, car, education, portfolios, stocks, bonds, 401k, pets, extreme sports, etc. Everything after all is just another reason, an excuse to show your erection. Then you ask if it's big? Did you get off? If you have to ask fucktard, no. The answer is no. I know longer care about who sees my erection, I would rather pay a hot stripper a buck-fifty to fuck me. In the end your paying for it, might as well hit it and quit it. Sounds like another rap song.
I hate those fucks too. Rappers, and the whole hip-hop fucking subculture. More like a carnival side sideshow exhibit. A bunch of wild let loose monkeys running around flinging shit on people, society and the white devils. You mean the same white devils that purchased your inarticulate songs stolen from great music writers of 60's and 70's. Those same racist slave owners who dress like you and talk like you? Those whites? Those crackers? Nothing is more shameful then any nationality wanting to be another nationality. They should make drugs legal, so these fucktardulis people would die faster.
I hate EMO kids too, I'm not gay but I want to fuck them like the pussy's they are, singing and crying about love or a girl that cheating on them. With their blown-dried side swiping hair. Maybe they would not have left you, had you of manned the fuck up. Seriously? It's not even music, it's interpretive crying. Tight pants wearing, wrist band bearing, fairy fucks. Music is fucking dead, in general. American Idol, can some terrorist just hit that stage number, please. I'm not sorry for the things I say or rant. These are my thoughts and you can choose to read them or not.
I am an angry fuck with an agenda to make the sugar coating melt off this fucked world we live in. I hate that money from my paychecks supports welfare plotters to throw their government checks down the throats of the seminoles' slot machines, and I refuse to capitalize seminoles. There not a tribe they are and annoying bunch of meth addicts. They are a dispensable people, filled with disease, bad genetics and poor hygiene. They prey upon the weak and old to build their bank accounts not giving a single dime to education or the country that allows such acts. Casinos were a bad idea over all. I love them however. I love to see people fall victim to the rhetoric, the puns, the false hope. It amuses me. Go ahead, call me a walking contradiction. I welcome it, any label will do.
Anything that pacifies your thought process so you don't have to live in my urine and cum soaked society. The Starbucks is still open, on every corner, of every city. Charging you more because coffee with milk is said in a different language. The same language you refuse to learn, because their in America, and they should speak American. Wake up, you walkers of routine, you sea of sameness. You fucktastic species, you care more about the death of a pedophile than the death of a soldier. More about an actress than a starving kid. More about an advertising pitch man than your own kids education. Your priorities are fucked and your a cursed people designed to say and feel what your spin doctors and talking heads tell you to feel. I can call this out because I don't care. I'm lost and not trying to be found. I just want to know how I got like this.
Society is so twisted to believe the power lies have over you, your backward thinkers, you think space should be explored. Why? So we can fuck another region of the galaxy up? You know why the stars remain beautiful? Because we can't touch them, we can't poke and prod them. We can't contaminate them, position them or direct them, they just are. Unlike you, who stands in line like cattle and sheep waiting to get sheared. Religion, Politics, we are fucking stardust, spit on a lab slide. A complex organism geared to destroy and ruin. We are nomads running wild on the abandoned streets of Sodom and Gomorra. Armed with pathetic contracts signed by slave owners and traitors of the crown. Terrorists, we invented the word because we lived the word.
Negative, call me negative. I'm not, we are all socially awkward. Maybe I should call it that, maybe this is my vice. Maybe this is my problem. My grandfather use to say, "I love people of color, just not people of color." Racist fuck. Don't get me wrong I still lock my doors when I drive in "those neighborhoods." But who doesn't? Then it's my family, I have to put it on them, I should put it on them. I mean they are the ones who made my choices for me? They are the ones who raised me, taught me how to think. Love wasn't absent from my parents, I came from a great family, house and have a great sister. Chistmas's were the best.
No. That's not it. I was told to grew up. That's it. I was told to grow up. My childhood is over, Peter Pan has died. I can no longer sit alone and play with toys and dream about flying. I have to grow up. I am no longer obliged the innocence of the youth mindset. I have to be like you people reading this grotesque display of ignorance. I have to walk and feed among you vile air suckers. Who pontificate about a green society and then suck down resources. I can no longer run trough fields or build forts, because interest has accrued on my credit card. I am a victim of growing up and thinking like death-waiters, aka grownups.
I remember a time when life seemed filled with adventures and treasures to find. I miss feeling lost in my own precarious thoughts. I miss waiting for those expensive holidays. I miss wondering what love is and when will it find me. Why did I play this hand? Why did I even sit at the grownups table on that one cold holiday night. That is when everything went south. That's when I lost my youth and the want of more days in the sun. It's my fault, It was my choice to make. Can I go back? Can I start over? No.
I am destined to walk among the dead-living. The mindless self-decrypting blood bags who walk the embankments and concrete jungles for average under paid acts of service to ungrateful clients and customers. It's cold out here and none of these swinging dicks have a clue about what life should be about. If I could sit in the silence of yesteryear and fuel my mind to not make the mistake of joining this group of sheep who's only purpose is to sleep, fuck and defecate on themselves. I would cut the years of my life by half. Because 30 innocent filled ones is better then a lifetime spent with any of you toxic destructive primates. I have long awaited the relinquishment of my responsibilities. I have traveled both the narrow and paved roads. I am at this time stuck on a one way road to nowhere and I have plenty of money to get there. It's time to derail. It's time to just stop my feeble mind from exploring the known path.
I used to see shapes and animals in the clouds, now I forecast another scorcher and predict rain. I used to want to see the world to hold the beauty of god's presence, now I can't even capitalize the word god. I miss expecting the unexpected, now I hate surprises. I understand and know hate more then I believe or know love. I don't have children. I don't even want them, appropriation is not in my being any more. I want to revert, I want to Benjamin Button this bitch and go back. I want to walk past that grownups table to the kids table, and most of all, I should have never stopped swinging on my Jack O' Lantern Swing Set.
