I think I just felt my heart drop into my stomach and I started to digest any feelings I might have had for you.
maybe I should get back on medication.
maybe this is the clearest I have felt for a long time.
maybe you're just a swine who can't say what you really mean.
maybe this is the course of things.
maybe I'm overreacting.
Regardless. Das Experiment made me cry. I wanted to castrate the elvis impersonator. I think the writers and directors missed quite a few things that made the actual experiment quite horrific. Like the fact that the men playing the guards, when all was said and done, felt no remorse. Said they were just reacting to a situation. I understand the update and cinematic version being more sensational, but sometimes, methinks, people underestimate how many sensations the truth can birth. My tummy is gurgling from all the tar in my heart.
mmmm, I guess this is the part where I tell you to fuck off, I go give myself another branding to taste the pain away, and I set myself up on a the treadmill because you have officially driven me crazy.
if the phone rings one more time, I will shoot myself in the foot and come after you, running.
Go to hell, asshole... and if later on I tell you that this isn't about you, rest assured, it is. Asshole.
cl0ck
maybe I should get back on medication.
maybe this is the clearest I have felt for a long time.
maybe you're just a swine who can't say what you really mean.
maybe this is the course of things.
maybe I'm overreacting.
Regardless. Das Experiment made me cry. I wanted to castrate the elvis impersonator. I think the writers and directors missed quite a few things that made the actual experiment quite horrific. Like the fact that the men playing the guards, when all was said and done, felt no remorse. Said they were just reacting to a situation. I understand the update and cinematic version being more sensational, but sometimes, methinks, people underestimate how many sensations the truth can birth. My tummy is gurgling from all the tar in my heart.
mmmm, I guess this is the part where I tell you to fuck off, I go give myself another branding to taste the pain away, and I set myself up on a the treadmill because you have officially driven me crazy.
if the phone rings one more time, I will shoot myself in the foot and come after you, running.
Go to hell, asshole... and if later on I tell you that this isn't about you, rest assured, it is. Asshole.
cl0ck
fortiesandbooks:
Wow. I relate a little too much to what you're saying. I guess I had a bad night. Good luck.
