My mood is beyond foul today. I want to kick cute, fluffy kittens all the way to the chinese restaurant half a mile down the road, and where do I have the displeasure to spend my afternoon? Surounded by morons and several sharp knives. Too bad really, that none of said morons breached the kitchen line. It would have been more than mildly satisfying to leave one of those blades buried to the hilt in the rib cage of one of our "loved and respected" regulars.
The world does not contain enough of the sweet ambrosia, that I know as "nicotine", to give me a "rainbows and pots o' gold" outlook on life today.
I offer a prayer: O sweet lord, free me from the idiocy of the masses. Turn the clock back and let their drunken whore mothers stand up, after being fucked behind a cardboard bin, to let the load of whiskey laden sperm run down lesion pocked thighs instead of find seed.
I read that to a friend of mine earlier. After listening to him snort and spill coffee on his lap, I answered his question in the negative. He didn't believe me, but it's true; I'm not back on drugs. Scary, huh? This is part of my mind all of the time. I'd like to blame it on the music I listen to, but I can't. I've been listening to very melodic, and lyricly beautiful music. I'm reading books that are challenging and classical in nature. I'm spending my time with itelligent, witty people. When I really think about it, I think what it comes down to, is that I'm just an asshole sometimes.
And I'm not going to apologize for that.
Fishbait
1 comment:
i know the feeling me ol' mate. but after being away from the joint for a couple of weeks, i'm kinda missing the lot of ya's
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