Hello, my name is: trouble
Posted on Tue Jul 10 10:47:00 UTC 2007
A million conceptual apple-carts teeter patiently on the edge of upset, blushing virgin brides waiting for the one good shove. Whenever I'm feeling a bit low and crap in myself I always find that fucking up someone elses day always makes me feel a whole heap better. Kind of a screw-you-universe-i-exist kinda thing.
Random petty vandalism has it's charm but it's so much more satisfying when you can find an asshole that really deserves it and a method of justice that writes it's own poetry. I want to commit spirit murder. I want to do some very bad things. Winning is such a wonderful wonderful rush and I really hate to lose. It's hard for me to keep control when that black rage bubbles, the urge to hurt other people rising up acid reflux from my stomach: smash, destroy, obliterate.
But there is no one around that deserves it.
I am going to fix my laptop and I am going to calm down.
I have eaten the fruit from the tree of the knowledge of good and evil. It was delicious and juicy and full of the taste of blood.
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I've been thinking about the whole self-censorship thing, and have come to the conclusion: nah. I swing and alternate between finding the world so beautiful it hurts my eyes and so painful it hurts my head.
Random petty vandalism has it's charm but it's so much more satisfying when you can find an asshole that really deserves it and a method of justice that writes it's own poetry. I want to commit spirit murder. I want to do some very bad things. Winning is such a wonderful wonderful rush and I really hate to lose. It's hard for me to keep control when that black rage bubbles, the urge to hurt other people rising up acid reflux from my stomach: smash, destroy, obliterate.
But there is no one around that deserves it.
I am going to fix my laptop and I am going to calm down.
I have eaten the fruit from the tree of the knowledge of good and evil. It was delicious and juicy and full of the taste of blood.
- - -
I've been thinking about the whole self-censorship thing, and have come to the conclusion: nah. I swing and alternate between finding the world so beautiful it hurts my eyes and so painful it hurts my head.