infuriated
I must be a Ford kinda guy.
Thanks, Toby Keith. Or Keith Urban, or whoever the fuck wears that goddamned redneck hat I see on the commercial and want to kill people in HUGE pickup trucks with tiny MICRO dicks who pay too much for fuel and then call me a faggot for riding a bike everywhere and then I realize the karmic distribution system is skewed and fucked totally for the simple fact that you can DIE easier on a bike than in a HUGE FUCKING AUTOMOBILE. And said driver of said huge auto thinks its "totally cool" to run red lights/stopsigns and come after you when you fingerbang the air at him/her (after almost being flattened) and wish their premature deaths. (its mostly male drivers and rich old hookers on webster ave.)
Did I say premature?
I meant mercy killings.
I meant mandatory gene pool filtration, natural selection, and finally an end to this old fucking ridiculously vapid world.
When I swing my fists I aim at extinction of the natural order, of life and death!
When I break into a run & kick combo I want to smear the cosmos in one (just one)
HELLUVA bloody finale'!
I want that irate combo supersized. I'm fucking hating it.
THIS, all of this.
Your fucking reality is my nightmare, I'm disgusted and need to see those who have it, get whats coming to them.
In this limited timeframe I want to see justice.
In this slim future I want vengeance.
That night is the closest I've came to being Icarus.
Icarus in red and blue feathers touching the sun.
Icarus in all black; a stagehand to his own funeral play.
White Zeus as a goat raping cults of small, tan, curvaceous women.
Calling it "love" as a joke.
Diamonds for value of "love"
Calling it "Marriage" as a pyramid scheme.
Believing the lie.
Like I do everytime i see the sun.
Pretend I play in the sun as work finishes itself.
R.I.P; SAMO!
