lillithvain

Ramen Noodles are the devil. Some people, the poor people eat them to stay alive, though I happen to think that they may be infecting me with the all and powerful Ramen disorder in which you feel like HAMMERED SHIT all day long everyday.

So, my car still does not work. Between it being fucked to start with and then getting rammed into by some stupid crackhead on the road who was driving a STOLEN car, I'm fucked. In my ass, with no lube. I want to seriously hurt people. Bad! So, still I have no car because having a car would require that I also have something resembling Money which I also do not have since....

The house got broken into and someone took all the cash I had saved up and made for the last month or so, and therefor instead of paying the bills with said stolen cash, I had to magically come up with some way to make that money again and RE-PAY everything. Hence, I'm a poor bitch who can't even take herself out to McDonald's for a fucking happy meal.

Then there is that thing where I caught the plague somehow and ended up with Bronchitis and couldn't do anything including talk because I had lost my VOICE. Which just sucked. I'm still not 100% but at least I'm cognate enough to bitch about all this stupid shit.

Then, there is the crazy people all around me whom I want to dismember but I don't because I'm "nice" like that. Why don't they just go walk out in front of busses? Because that would make my life easier and there is nothing at all in the cards that wants to make my life easier!

And, on top of that I haven't sold any artwork in god knows how long. Grrr. My last painting of the Lion and the Stone is still lingering around my art room collecting dust. Blasphemy! I don't feel like painting anything else, I'm too aggravated. Scream scream yell!!!!!

I have read EVERY book in my house, and trust me that's A LOT of books! How can that happen. Well when you have nothing else to do.... and your sick... and you have no car... and no money.... Well you read a lot of books.

Am I done bitching yet? NO. You may want to just give the fuck up and move on to someone else's journal today. This will not be pleasant.

You ever have those people that you don't mind seeing sometimes, but if you see them to much you want to run their faces over with monster trucks. Well, I have that problem with just about everyone that I have ever met or known. The lucky ones are the ones that I only see every once in a while. I'm not what you would call a people person, you see. But hey I'm "nice" so say the bitches, sluts, whores, Evangelists, cult leaders, Puritans, pussies, bastards, blue collar workers, bladder busters, saints, cunts, sinners, cheerleaders (OK well maybe not them. Ever since I shaved that one bald and left her naked in the park to rot they haven't really called me nice). Then there are the men, who mistake pretty as nice and can't tell the difference because they have their heads implanted in their asses.

Oh yes, a rant for you:

I am Woman


Its a bloodbath. Its a war. Your words slicing my throat like no blade could. The blood oozing from the open would as you pour the punctuated salt into them. Make it sting baby, because I can take it. I can take it like no other before. I am stronger than them, more fierce, and a little man like you could never hurt the likeness off me.
I am fuel powered by the goddess. An Icon in and of myself. I have the strength of many to fuel my rage, rage the likes of which you have never witnessed. This time, little boy, you have met your match.
In this game of wills, I am the crafting, cunning, relentless bitch that youve seen as a piteous fool. What you see of me, is what I let you see. I am a woman, strong and beautiful. I hold the crown of dominance and desire wrapped in my full breasts. My heart pounds angry, vengeful, and proud.
I am woman, prowling the night with a seducing scowl. Your lies are mine to smile at. I pretend that I am inferior and dim, and from this comes your demise. Your downfall lies in the arms of the mother, the whore, the teacher, the nurse, the cunt, the womb. For, though we bear your seed we will not bear your hatred or stupidity. We will not bear your infantile desires and lack of respect.
For we are women, and from us the world is birthed. We are willful, and waiting. We are actresses, all of us, better at what we do than any billionaire bastard. We are smarter than your useless neglect and foul language.
Your bodies may be stronger, but they are nothing compared to our souls, our hearts, and our minds. With stealth we will take your life. With deceit we will make you love us. With a smile we will watch as you fall, a bottomless pit of ego.
Someday we will farm you, treat you like breeding stock, cattle. Never has a beautiful word been ushered from your lips without the pollution of lust and lies. Never have you created life from your body, nor entwined souls with another life.
And those of you who think you understand are just puppets to the game. You think what we let you think, guide you to think. Your realization comes from the words we whisper in your ears as you sleep, and the thoughts that we rationalize to you. You are the biggest pawns of them all. You who think you know, who think you can understand the complexities of the feminine race.
Your breath on our necks, you beg for caresses. Pathetic. You are deluded that you think that we want you. We use you like childrens toys. You are playthings, amusing for such a small time. What a waste to give you a conscience.
We should be self reproducing. Then you would be slaughtered like the dogs that you are. Fed to the pigs for stock or sterilized and used for slave labor. For decades we have ruled, testing you, your panic and your limits. We are waiting.
Waiting for you to become utterly useless.
The time is almost upon us.
We are the power, the pain, the love, the disdain.
We are the Female.



Life is a disease that one day you finally get rid of. Hopefully I'm the one that gets to laugh as you kiss your ass goodbye!

And Ladies and Gentlemen,

That is all I have to say for the remained of right now. If you have any questions or comments please contact the I don't fucking care department, and while your there mention to God (which ever one you prefer) that it's about time that he stop shitting on me for a while because I'm about to fucking SNAP!!!!!!

The End.