Monday Sucks & So Do You
As filled w/ blood-red rage as ever. No wk. in the hole & no amount of drugs for the weak-minded sheep that comprise most of these United Snakes can stop my righteous anger or alleviate my suffering, you misguided fuckheads. The only thing wrong here is your pig society & its incessant bullshit.
Hip & opposite ankle still hurt, gall bladder aching, yada. Of course I'm fucking angry. You're all insensitive morons w/o human emotions who've been sedated into brain-dead numbness by Big Shrink & brain-washed to think/pretend all is good, but your ignorance & stupidity don't invalidate this reporter's perception of current events & the situation in general.
And let me take this opportunity to sincerely thank each & every one of you for your kind sympathy & assistance during this trying time. No, wait, it's just like when I was homeless; I was completely on my own, might as well have been dead. (Maybe I am. Certainly being treated as if I were.) Why should I expect any concern or care yrs. later? Maybe I am crazy to expect humans to be humane. And there's certainly something wrong w/ the way
I express
my anger, according to some ignorant pig. Fuck everybody to hell & back, twice. Call the police about
that desire, mother-fuckers!!
3 comments:
I can never tell whether you're just blowing off steam, crying for help, or goofing around.
Existential Agony Editor:
That steam never dissipates, because there's always some jerk setting me aboil again. No point crying for help; it never arrives, or it puts you in the loony bin. ("Help" is for those who don't need the least.) In the long run it's all goofing around. Apparently others have trouble w/ reality & truth as well, & like to pick up the 'phone.
Okay, thanks. I usually don't worry, but sometimes I do.
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