Your evil, its like, wordless.
There’s no home for it, no shelter. No way of excising this filth from underneath my skin, burn you away.
You’re really, diseased to the top of your snotty nose.
It wasn’t since my own father that I grew up, looked up and saw that it was possible to hate someone the way I hate you. Your unassuming fashion, the shamelessness, still you can look right through me, there’s absolutely no emotion there. I leave you to it, okay? I leave you to your preambles and disintegrations and amazing, scrupulous LIES of whores! You’re just really quite a fucking disgusting person.
Time passes, and still no tickets. No nothing, time passes and I really will retreat except for small pleasure, worthless. What’s the time? Don’t call me names, don’t tell me anything, its best if you all just disappear.
Many times sitting behind you, I’d see your neck, and could totally imagine, like, slamming an aluminum baseball bat into it. I really believed that sound would be like a crowd of pigeons taking off, a mercy on me, a complete aura of peace to erode all my doubts and pains, and then I’d use the bottom of the bat to crush your teeth out of your jaw, tie you up and strung from the ceiling and bat you around, listening to the ribs splattering around your insides. I’d like to shove things down your esophagus. Really, I think any of your orifices, I’d just want to stuff them. I’d like to see some emotion in those dead ugly eyes for once. Like to swatch you with some chains hard enough to break your nose, maybe, you don’t bring out the creativity in me, just the animal, just the brutality, the huge hatred for your existence, your certainty, its just a good fucking things us animals got separated and are far away. Imagining your hair I feel my mouth sweeten at the thought of tearing off your scalp with my teeth and grating them against your skull. I’d like to carve you up, once I got started don’t know if I could stop.
You’re just so, really, unbelievable. A total child. Pathetic. You’ve painted the way for me and changed the way I had to live, have to live, my future, fucker. It just sickens me to know you exist out there, and sometimes, once in awhile, you pop out of the woodwork, and remind me why, how much I despise you, how listening to the sound of your breath is like pulling a nail from the flesh under my foot.
Now, let’s color a picture pretty of you and your dumb saying, ect. All your fake bravado and huge ego that has no reason to be there, and your great acts of heroism, really just lies and so on, really I’m just fucking tired, as tired as can be, and I’m tired of really everything. Buying things is no fun anymore. There’s no fun to be had. Even the pain doesn’t seem to feel as good these days. What a lousy deal. Be cool to strike up some conversation sometime soon. Get out of this place. Soon, I think. Meanwhile I’m stuck waiting. Poor kid.
