i try to be sociable and whatnot, but jesus fucking christ. it's nearly impossible to go 10 minutes without thinking... "is this really happening?" or "are these fucking people honestly saying these things?" nobody speaks any bit of truth to anyone else. you say what you're really thinking... and get looked at as if you're some kind of six headed monstrosity. or, they try to rape you. no middle ground at all whatsoever. i hate people. truly. madly. deeply. loathe.
to the utmost extent. if all things died right now, and i was left alone... i'd just nod my head and proclaim, to myself of course "i'm sure they did something to deserve that." the good gets stomped on, the bad lifted to the highest... as the masses scream out for opines they can latch onto, and new hair and clothing styles to emulate, and ultimately... destroy. it's simply a bunch of maggots squealing and trying to be the first to reach the bone, cuz maybe then.. just maybe, they'll metamorph into that fly they've always wanted to be. with all the eyes, and wings, and little feet they can rub together like a total fucking creep. and, flies always get the sex. i can even attempt to count how many times i've caught a couple of flies fucking. that's all people want. little gross parts. and fucking. fuck all else. it pisses me off so goddamn bad that i lose track of where i was going. in conclusion, every single time i have come upon flies in the midst of copulation... i have killed them. swift and cruel.
i stay up all night to write inane things poorly. then, i go to work.
i hate people that are entirely deserving of, but somehow outside the bounds of my hatred.
to the utmost extent. if all things died right now, and i was left alone... i'd just nod my head and proclaim, to myself of course "i'm sure they did something to deserve that." the good gets stomped on, the bad lifted to the highest... as the masses scream out for opines they can latch onto, and new hair and clothing styles to emulate, and ultimately... destroy. it's simply a bunch of maggots squealing and trying to be the first to reach the bone, cuz maybe then.. just maybe, they'll metamorph into that fly they've always wanted to be. with all the eyes, and wings, and little feet they can rub together like a total fucking creep. and, flies always get the sex. i can even attempt to count how many times i've caught a couple of flies fucking. that's all people want. little gross parts. and fucking. fuck all else. it pisses me off so goddamn bad that i lose track of where i was going. in conclusion, every single time i have come upon flies in the midst of copulation... i have killed them. swift and cruel.
i stay up all night to write inane things poorly. then, i go to work.
i hate people that are entirely deserving of, but somehow outside the bounds of my hatred.