Sometimes I just puke. Just walking along or taking a bath and up it comes, fear and then anger and then desire. Desire for revenge, retribution. Not for any one I ever even met. Just for all the killer murdering motherfuckers who seem to be always in charge.
It takes a long time to get them.
We may never get them
I will always be after them.
That's how I enjoy myself
I puke on them
They have nothing more coming than puke and the resulting pukestain that glows for 250,000 years in the corrupted fucking uttereruses of their horrid little mates
Since I'm on someone elses computer, I can elaborate no further today
I'm still down, I will always be down, you may want to start getting down.
It's the only chance we have
"Sometimes I just puke. Just walking along or taking a bath and up it comes, fear and then anger and then desire. Desire for revenge, retribution."
ReplyDeleteWell, all right.
I've been harbouring a lot of evil thoughts of late. A perpetual submerged rage in the pit of my stomach which wreaks havoc on my digestive system.
I almost certainly have irritable bowel syndrome. No big surprise, since I'm an irritable motherfucker at the best of times. Well. Milo keeps me smiling through the worst of it. That's when I feel most like puking. Sick at myself as much as at the lords of the human disgrace.
I took my son out in his buggy and my gait was all wrong. Hunched over like I was expecting rain.
All this puking and shitting has shaved off a couple of inches in uprighteousness, it seems. I am beginning to resemble some kind of sick ape.